#i honestly need to make another one looking at this

[darkmatilda]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you were accommodated in such a shabby hotel, the last thing you needed was a power outage. and upon learning about one of your colleagues' fear of the dark, you can't bring yourself to not help him

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: spencer reid x newbaumember!femalereader, spencer is afraid of the dark and the reader comforts him, they comfort each other tbh, elle&morgan my fav duo, glasses reid obvi.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4.7k

𝐚/𝐧: these are my official apologies for all the recent stories 🫶🏼 i wanted it to be so much shorter but i just love writing conversations between characters so that's how it turned out. @mggslover i'm so sorry for not adding spencer falling off the bed but i didn't want to ruin that subtle ending :(( maybe next time

"Please, I’m begging you, I’m really begging you—begging in the name of a god I don’t even believe in. Tell me we’ve got the wrong address," Morgan said, squeezing his eyes shut the moment you all crossed the threshold of the motel where you'd been assigned to stay while working on the case in another state.

You noticed Elle’s expression falter as well. From the outside, the place hadn’t looked that bad. Well, perhaps it only seemed that way because the street it was on was so dark you couldn’t make out much of anything. Midnight must have been approaching; the first day of the investigation was officially over.

“We didn’t get it wrong,” Reid declared, stepping inside as the last of you, quickly scanning the interior. “I memorized it perfectly. Besides, there aren’t any other accommodations in the area, so this has to be it.”

“Do you remember that one case,” Elle started, “where the unsub killed women in hotel rooms and decorated the interiors with their intestines?”

You glanced at her, curious—or as curious as you could be under the circumstances. You’d only joined the team fairly recently; this was your third or fourth case at most, and none of them had been quite that… gruesome. Of course, you were well aware cases like that happened. It was only a matter of time before one came your way. Unfortunately.

“This motel totally looks like the kind of place where something like that happens on a daily basis,” Elle continued. “My advice? Don’t look under the beds tonight. Or in the closets, if there even are any.”

“I just hope there’s hot water,” Derek sighed, his voice carrying a tone of resignation. “We once ended up in a place that didn’t have any. I almost handed in my resignation.”

“You deal with gruesome murders every day, but no hot water is too much for you, Princess?” you raised an eyebrow, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye as you made your way toward the reception desk to pick up your room keys. The motel’s walls were yellow—not the cheerful sunflower or sunny kind of yellow, but more like dried-up cat pee yellow.

“He’s got a point, though,” Elle chimed in, taking the key from an elderly woman at the reception desk. “Think about it. You come back after a long, grueling day, from dawn to midnight, just like today. You’re exhausted, barely standing, and you can’t even take a hot shower.”

Morgan pointed at her and nodded in agreement. You shrugged.

“Cold isn’t that bad,” you muttered. Honestly, you hadn’t expected anything luxurious from the place you’d been sent to. It was just a few days, after all.

“Oh, are you one of those people practicing that millionaire morning routine?” Derek teased. “You know—waking up at three, cold shower, steak for breakfast, daily planning, self-help book…”

I just grew up poor, you thought to yourself, but aloud you only let out a short laugh.

“I’d kill to have time to read a book before work. Any book. Not to be yanked out of bed by Hotch at five, like today, and scrambling to get out the door.”

Elle and Morgan exchanged a very brief look, almost secretive. You narrowed your eyes, suspicion suddenly welling up inside you. Before you could ask about it, someone else spoke up.

“He called me at half past six,” Reid said, tilting his head in mild confusion.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the others silencing him with a look.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you stopped in your tracks, demanding an explanation. “He called me half an hour earlier than the rest of you?”

“You live farther away.”

“We’re practically neighbors, Elle Greenaway.”

“I’m about to drop,” Derek suddenly interjected with theatrical exhaustion. A change of subject. A not-so-subtle change of subject. “If I don’t lie down soon, I’ll fall asleep standing up. See you all tomorrow, folks.”

“You’re absolutely right—sleep well.”

With that, he and Elle headed up the stairs to the third floor, where they’d been assigned rooms. You and, as it turned out, Reid were staying on the second floor.

You turned to him slowly, arms crossed over your chest.

You didn’t even need to say anything—your stern gaze alone made it clear you were waiting for an explanation. Reid looked like he was about to throw his hands up in a defensive gesture, clearly regretting that he’d brought up the topic at all.

“Okay,” he sighed nervously. “What I’m about to say is not meant to offend you in any way, not even the slightest…”

“Offend?” you repeated, furrowing your brow. “Jesus Christ, Reid, don’t look at me like that—I’m not about to punch you in the face…”

“It’s just…” he began, a little calmer now. “All of us, including Hotch, I assume, are aware of the fact that, occasionally—just sometimes—you have a slight tendency to…run a bit late to work.”

He looked at you, and a telling silence fell between you.

"Yesterday, you were fourteen and a half minutes late."

"Fifteen minutes doesn't count as being late. And have you heard of a grace period? It's allowed to arrive within that time frame, without any consequences."

"Fine. What about two days ago, twenty-one minutes and seventeen..."

"Metro malfunction. I had no control over that."

"And six days ago, on Tuesday? Twenty-four minutes and..."

"I don’t remember such a situation, because, Mr. Big Brain, not all of us have such a memory. But I assume there was a reason..."

"Alright, fine," Reid interrupted you calmly. "I’m not saying there wasn’t a reason. But still... it happens quite often, and that's a fact. So it’s no surprise that Hotch, when the situation especially calls for it, prefers to call you a little earlier than the rest. Just out of caution."

You sighed, no longer able to argue about it. Maybe he was right; you did sometimes lose track of time in the mornings or fail to wake up to the sound of your alarm, closing your eyes for an extra five minutes... which resulted in small delays. You had never been directly reprimanded for it, so you were unaware that it had become such a big issue. Slightly embarrassed, you pressed your lips together.

"As usual, I guess you're right. And by the way, I’m heading to my room. I had thirty minutes less sleep than all of you, I’m exhausted," you said in a lighter, joking tone. A brief smile crossed Reid’s face. "Good night, wise guy.”

"Good night. And don’t look under the bed."

"Believe me, I wasn’t planning on it!"

With those words, you both disappeared into rooms directly opposite each other. The sounds of doors closing synchronized. You started your usual evening routine, placing your suitcase in the corner of the room. It was really small, narrow, and rectangular. The walls had that same awful color, the light was too bright, causing a headache. So you decided to just turn on the night lamp on the shabby nightstand next to the single bed.

It turned out that the only bathroom was in the hallway. You almost cried; you didn't want to take all your things with you and then come back with them. You remembered that you'd taken a proper shower that morning, so maybe a repeat wasn’t absolutely necessary. You were too sleepy for it, so you just set the alarm for fifteen minutes earlier to do it in the morning. After changing into comfortable clothes, you immediately lay down on the bed. Following Elle’s advice, and then Reid’s too, you didn’t check what might be hiding under it.

You weren’t hiding it, you were a terrible sleeper. Falling asleep in new places usually wasn’t a problem for you, even if it was a place that looked like a dive where someone could stab you in your sleep. But that night, something was bothering you. After giving it some thought, you realized it was Reid’s words.

Of course, it wasn’t that you held it against him. He was just stating facts; he had no intention of offending you, as he assured. And you didn’t even feel offended. More like unpleasantly confronted with a certain fact. You had only been part of the BAU for a short time. Well, just a week ago Derek stopped calling you the new girl. Although on the outside, you came across as very confident, on the inside, you were preoccupied with the team’s opinion of you and what they might think about you. Mainly because they were all older and more experienced.

You were especially worried about the fact that your tardiness and chaos had drawn the boss’s attention. Being on good terms with your superior was incredibly important, in case something ever happened, in case you made a more serious mistake…those small things could influence how the rest of your career would unfold, and the decisions made about you.

But above all, you wanted everyone to like you. Simply like you. So you wouldn’t walk around every day with your heart in your throat, praying for the day to end, constantly overwhelmed by a sense of misfit and loneliness.

You turned to your side, not sure how long you had been lying there, thinking. Suddenly, you realized you had to pee.

With great reluctance and sleepiness, you reached for the bedside lamp to turn it on and go to the bathroom. However, when you tugged at the cord, it... didn’t turn on. The room remained shrouded in darkness. You tried once more, then blindly made your way to the light switch in the room. You pressed it, and nothing.

What was going on, a power outage?

You shook your head in confusion. Whatever was going on, it didn’t change the fact that you had to go to the bathroom. You remembered the flashlight in your jacket pocket, and in the darkness, it took you a while to find it. When you finally had it in your hand, you felt ready to complete the mission. To pee, that is.

The moment you stepped out into the hallway, a light source flared up right before your eyes. You let out a muffled exclamation, partly from surprise, partly from being almost blinded.

“Damn, sorry…” Reid hissed, equally confused, turning his flashlight downward, away from your face.

You rubbed your eyelids, turning off your flashlight. Two light sources were unnecessary.

“Is there no power for you too?” you asked.

Reid nodded. It was only then that you really looked at him—he was wearing very loose pajama pants and...

“Cute,” you clicked your tongue, pointing at his white sweater with a bear wearing glasses. He had them too, worn very low on his nose. He must have put them on absentmindedly, in the dark, right after getting out of bed.

“I got it from Penelope for my birthday,” he said in a tone as if he were giving a statement. His hand briefly touched the fabric, right at the center of the brown bear’s face. “It’s really comfortable and soft. Perfect for sleeping...Anyway, I was heading to the reception to find out what the issue is and whether anything can be done about it. You too?”

"No, I just really need to pee. Do you really want to go there at this hour?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "I mean, outages happen, and they'll have to fix it, but it's the middle of the night. We don't really need the lights right now, and if you want to go to the bathroom, you have a flashlight, as I can see."

You kept your gaze on him, realizing that since he noticed the lack of light, he must have been either heading somewhere himself or keeping the light on. Or maybe he had been sleeping with the light on. He did seem a bit tense. One of his hands was still resting on the half-open door, nervously gripping it. The other was pressed tightly to his body, his chest rising in an odd rhythm. Not a quickened pace, like with a panic attack, but more unnatural, like he was trying to control it.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" the question slipped out of you directly. After a moment, you realized it might have been a little too blunt. You had asked it carelessly, suspecting there might be another reason behind his behavior. For some reason, fear of the dark didn’t seem to fit his rational character.

Reid quickly shook his head, firmly denying it.

"No. No, of course not. I was just... reading when the light went out."

Oh, you didn’t even need to be a profiler to see right away that he was lying. You crossed your arms, a little amused by how stubbornly he was denying it.

"You were reading? At this hour? When we’re back to the investigation first thing tomorrow morning?"

He shrugged, shaking his head again.

"I couldn’t sleep."

You sighed. In the end, neither his fear nor his shame were your concern, so you didn’t see the point in interrogating him any further. You signaled that you were dropping the subject, and some expression passed across his face. Gratitude. Gratitude for not pushing the issue or mocking him. You felt a bit offended that he had even thought you might do that.

“If you still plan on going to the reception, wait for me, I’ll go with you. I just need to quickly stop by the bathroom.”

Reid opened his mouth, clearly surprised by your suggestion.

“Well, what?” you replied with a shrug. “I can’t let something eat you on the way. A demonic hand emerging from the darkness…”

“Very funny,” he commented, rolling his eyes. However, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his breathing seemed calmer.

“…The ghost of Richard Ramirez haunting the walls of this hotel. Or some other bloodthirsty maniac.“

"Didn't you really have to pee badly?"

"The team wouldn’t recover from losing you, Reid!" You threw that line over your shoulder as you walked toward the bathroom.

Of course, there was no light there either, so you had to use your flashlight. He was waiting for you, and together, in silence, you headed down the stairs toward the reception. Given how small the motel was, it wasn’t open 24/7. You had to wait a while before someone came to assist you.

“That happens sometimes,” the employee shrugged. “We’re not sure where the problem is exactly, but someone’s supposed to come check it out tomorrow…”

“Can’t anything be done about it now?” Reid asked, a trace of frustration in his voice that he was trying to mask—especially when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “Maybe it’s just a simple overload? Where are the fuse boxes…?”

“Reid,” you said gently, placing a hand on his elbow to draw his full attention. He turned his head toward you, surprised by the tone of your voice. You gave the employee a discreet signal that you didn’t have any further questions and he could leave.

“You’re not fixing the electricity in some rundown motel. That would just be… ridiculous.”

“I’m not talking about fixing it,” he clarified quickly, though it was clear he hadn’t let go of the idea. “But in most cases, it’s just a simple short circuit. I could just take a look—”

“—Or you could just sleep in my room.”

The words left your mouth, surprising not only him but also yourself. Yet, it wasn’t as though you regretted them or wanted to take back the offer. On the contrary, the moment you said it out loud, it felt even more fitting. When you were a little kid—like most children, probably—you’d also been afraid of the dark, and running to someone else’s room always helped. Curling up beside someone, just knowing someone was there, made all the difference.

You watched his reaction, the way he shook his head slightly from side to side, a small frown creasing his forehead.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all. Come on.” You grabbed him by the wrist—the hand not holding the flashlight—and pulled him along. He moved hesitantly, but he seemed too caught off guard to plant his feet and stay put.

He stopped only when you reached the door to your room, pulling his hand free from your grasp.

"How do you even imagine this working? There's... there's only one bed in there."

"If that bothers you, grab the mattress and some bedding from your room. You’ll hardly notice the difference—those beds are unbearably uncomfortable anyway."

He lowered the flashlight slightly, letting the surrounding darkness of the hallway creep over his face. It was barely visible now, but the hesitation etched on it was unmistakable. Standing across from him, you held his gaze without saying a word, silently reinforcing the fact that you weren’t joking.

The thought of him struggling to fall asleep for the rest of the night and then suffering through another day made you feel genuinely sorry for him. Besides, even though you hadn’t known each other long, you already considered him a sort of friend. If there was anything you could do to help, you wanted to do it.

"It's no big deal, Spencer," you reassured him one last time, hoping the words would finally sink in. "Really. And if you want... we don't ever have to talk about this again. Tomorrow, or ever."

His chest rose as he drew in a deep breath.

"Th-thank you," he said at last, cautiously, as though he'd packed so many thoughts into the single word that saying it out loud was an effort.

You smiled gently and understandingly. Before stepping into the room, you briefly placed a hand on his arm.

"Oh God, that sweater really is soft..."

He let out a short laugh, perhaps releasing a bit of the embarrassment he’d been holding back. You both disappeared into your respective rooms, and you lay down in bed, waiting for him to show up. Well, the moment dragged on a little too long.

You were almost certain he’d only agreed to your suggestion to get you off his back and had no intention of actually following through. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you debated whether to go to his room and drag him over or just let it go. They say you shouldn’t force help on others. Maybe there was some truth to that.

Shortly after that thought, your door creaked open slowly. You heard it but couldn’t see much—the room was too dark, and he wasn’t using his flashlight. Perhaps he assumed you were already asleep and didn’t want to risk waking you.

Either way, he moved around your bed to lay down a pillow and blanket on the floor, skipping the effort of hauling over an entire mattress. 

"Your back is going to hurt," you remarked softly, your voice adjusting to the rhythm of the night, blending with the surrounding darkness.

You lay on your side, facing the spot where he had set up his makeshift bed. All you could see was the outline of his figure, his hands clasped loosely over his stomach, head resting on the pillow. You even caught the slight shrug of his shoulders in response to your comment.

"Actually, sleeping on the floor can have health benefits. It helps maintain a neutral spine position," he replied.

“Seriously?” you scoffed. “Do you really have to come up with a counterargument for everything I say?”

“Such a curse of mine. If you don’t like it, well, you invited me here.”

“Annoying bastard. I guess it’s too late to kick you out?” you wondered aloud, of course, rhetorically. But you quickly added, worried that he might take it seriously, “Sleep well. You and your spine.”

An amused sigh escaped him.

 “You… and your spine too.”

Well, you guessed that's enough of the chit-chat. You felt a bit disappointed, but you had brought him here for a reason. To let him sleep, not to entertain you with conversation. To your surprise, you didn’t feel sleepy, even though you had struggled with it earlier. You had been thinking about... hard to even pinpoint what, there were a few things. The little worries typical of the night, suddenly growing to some huge proportions.

You were still lying in the same position, some time had passed. Your cheek was almost touching the edge of the bed, on the same side where Reid slept. Well, actually, he wasn’t sleeping. You could see a faint, barely noticeable gleam of his open eyes. They were cast downward, trying not to stare into the empty blackness above his head.

“Have you always been afraid of the dark?” you decided to ask, with no sarcasm.

“I’m not afraid,” he replied, though he could always pretend to be asleep. But the answer came out automatically.

“Alright, brave guy.” You didn’t even scoff, you just said it calmly and accepting. Maybe later he’ll tell you, when he stops being so embarrassed about it. “So, I guess you came here to get to know me better. And you know, I think you’ve got the chance. Could you... could you tell me something? Just honestly?”

"Me?" he asked, surprised, even sitting up slightly. "I mean... sure. But what?"

You suddenly sighed, regretting even bringing up the topic. God, that was so stupid...

"Just remember, honestly. Do you think the rest of the team likes me?"

Reid was silent, a strange feeling gathered in your stomach. Instead of answering negatively, he propped himself up on both elbows, and you saw a slight movement of his head. A nod.

"Are you asking this completely seriously?"

You shrugged, not sure if he noticed, so you confirmed out loud in a slightly hoarse voice. And then, to your absolute surprise, he just laughed.

"I don’t get it," he confessed after a short moment during which you stared in silence at his silhouette. "How... how could you think it could be any different? You’re always joking with Derek and Elle, and... we get along well too, I hope..."

"You’re right. But... but that’s not what I meant, I just... ugh, seriously, I can’t explain it. Fine, you know what, never mind."

You turned onto your back, as if that would completely sever the conversation. The one you’d stupidly started. You hoped he wouldn’t mention it to anyone. Another stupid thought, after all, he wasn’t like that.

Silence again, broken only by breaths. A new sound joined them, a slight rustle of the sheets. When Reid spoke again, his voice sounded somehow higher, and you were sure he was sitting on the floor as he said it.

"It might be a little surprising, but when I was a kid, I wasn't afraid of the dark," he began, completely changing the tone of his voice. He wasn't surprised like before; it was lower, gentler, despite the topic he was addressing. "I mean, I wasn't afraid of it more than any other kid my age. That... that serious fear, the real fear, started later. I don't want to say it was when I started working for the BAU because that wouldn't be entirely true. But it was around the time I started taking everything seriously. Seeing it with my own eyes, every day."

You didn't even realize when you had turned back onto your side, just to look at him, listening to his words.

"Do you have nightmares?" you asked.

"Sometimes. Actually..." he sighed, swallowing. "All of it, the fear and the nightmares, it's like they don't exist when I'm in a place I know. A place I trust. I can sleep just fine with the lights off in my apartment, the same in a jet. Everything starts in places like this. “

There was silence from your side, and you felt a bit… touched that he decided to tell you this. No beating around the bush, no lying, and, most importantly, no overwhelming embarrassment. It was a normal topic after all; everyone has their fears.

"And you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you have nightmares?"

In the first few days after starting the job, you did. Then they stopped. That’s just how things go, you suppose.

"Not anymore," you admitted, letting out a small laugh. "But that doesn’t mean I sleep well. Now I just worry at night."

"About whether the team likes you?"

"Okay, I know it sounds childish, but it’s really been bothering me lately. They might… they might seem to like me, but deep down, they might not think that highly of me. I… I'm new, not that experienced, I’m always late, and I don’t think I’m bringing anything new to the table..."

"Of course, you’re bringing something," he interrupted you. You hadn’t noticed when, but you were both sitting up now. Your voices weren’t sleepy whispers anymore, you were having a real conversation. "Each of us brings something different, something characteristic of ourselves. That's how it works in a team. That’s why you’re here. Without you… okay, you might not know this, but since you’ve been here, these last four cases have gone much more smoothly."

"Do you really think so?" 

"Well, you asked me to be honest. Completely honest."

You've always had a bit of imposter syndrome, doubting your abilities, and approaching others' positive comments about you or your achievements with skepticism. 

Something in the way he spoke, his quick words, his engagement in them... made you believe him, somehow.

"Reid," you began, surprised to find that there was less weight in your chest, in your body. "I know, I just know, that you'll refuse, but still, I'll ask. Do you want to lie down with me?"

You didn't even know what exactly prompted the question. Caring about your back, you could answer. But was that really all it was?

For a moment, he was silent, thinking you were joking, but when it dawned on him that you weren't, he scoffed.

"Well, you were right, I'll refuse..."

"Sorry, but I doubt you'll fall asleep any other way. I was watching you, as creepy as that sounds. You were lying there with your eyes open, you were scared."

"I'm an adult man who's afraid of the dark. That's pathetic on its own, without being tucked to sleep by a coworker."

"I never mentioned anything about tucking you in."

He hesitated, embarrassed. 

"You took the least important part of my statement..."

"I took what I wanted. The rest is nonsense. Your age doesn't determine what you can or can't be afraid of. I'm a grown woman, and I'm afraid my colleagues don't like me. Which sounds more pathetic, huh? Fear of the dark or that?"

“I think it’s a point we could argue about for hours.”

“Which we don’t have. It’s late, we should go to sleep. Quick question, are you lying down with me, or are you fooling yourself into thinking you’ll fall asleep without it?”

A heavy, resigned sigh escaped him. Without adding anything else to his words, you turned onto your side, your back to him. You heard the rustling of the sheets, and for a moment, you froze, surprised. But no, he hadn’t joined you. 

You weren’t sure how you felt. Disappointed seemed like too strong a word. It wasn’t as though he had refused some incredibly important request of yours. It was just… perhaps the best explanation would be that, once you had convinced him to sleep in the same room for the sake of helping him, you wanted him to take something comforting from that night. You wanted it to be one of those good nights, like the ones he had in his apartment or in the jet, the ones he had mentioned. Not one of the others, filled with fear.

But then, the mattress beside you dipped, as someone else settled onto it.

You turned to the other side, and suddenly your faces were right across from each other. Reid swallowed, almost nervously. He seemed to be adjusting to the situation, to the sudden closeness, the small space you shared. You propped your hand under your head, observing him discreetly. It hit you that he always had a bit of an issue with contact with others. A doubt crossed your mind: had you made him uncomfortable?

Minutes passed, though, and his body seemed to sink more comfortably into the bed. His arms were no longer stiff, his hands resting freely, no longer clasped tightly across his chest. You could also hear his breath, and the more peaceful it became, the calmer you felt too.

And even though no words seemed necessary anymore, he decided to speak once again.

"Thank you."

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[piastappies]

𝜗𝜚 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝜗𝜚

⋆ pairing. oscar piastri x wife!leclerc!reader

⋆ summary. christmas is never calm, when the piastris are involved, or one would think.

⋆ notes. another part of dad!oscar series 😁😁😁 its honestly one of my favorites ever. this is a small christmas fic, but i might write another part of christmas at the piastris 😁 not proofread (i will do that one day i promise)

BEFORE YOUR DAUGHTER WAS BORN, you and oscar never spent christmas together. it was pretty understandable, he went back to australia to see his family, while you ended up in monaco, spending the festive moments along your family and your brothers’ girlfriends. however, you’d always spend new year’s together — whether it was australia or monaco, no one could make you leave each other’s side. nevertheless, as suspected, the problems started occurring as soon chloe’s second christmas came up.

her first christmas happened just after she was born, so there was really no conversation about going anywhere with a newborn baby, while pandemic was still going crazy. christmas in the following year was putting more and more stress on top of your shoulders. you barely seen your family all year, so the need to fly home was even stronger than ever, you couldn’t though. beside his dad, oscar hasn’t seen his family much either and asking him to go see yours for holidays seemed unfair, you were not the only one, who missed the warm embraces of their mothers.

“why don’t we all just come to your place, love?” nicole, oscar’s mum, suggested on one afternoon, making the tension in your shoulders loosen a bit. “there’s no point in stressing yourself out about flying with chloe, when we can just come to you.”

it almost seemed like a plan put together beforehand, because a few hours later your mum has called you, suggesting the exact same thing. even if it was a plan, you really appreciated trying to ease your nerves about christmas.

and it became a tradition, one you held dearly to your heart.

it’s been still a few days left till the twenty-fifth, so it was only nicole, who flew to monaco, her daughters would arrive near twenty-fourth to have a day to recharge. you were bundled up in a blanket, a small girl sitting on your lap, not wanting to be away from you as her tiny fists had tightened their grip on your shirt.

“i get puppy?” chloe asked, tipping her chin upwards to have a look at you before turning her head — so fast you thought it would snap in seconds — to look between your husband and his mom. “please, please puppy?” she repeated, jutting her bottom lip and flashed her brown eyes at oscar.

you raised an eyebrow at the aussie, awaiting his response. the possibility of him cracking and accepting your daughter’s pleas was high, considering that chloe had him wrapped around her little finger, or rather around her wrist like a leash she could tug on, and at first thought her dad would do whatever she wanted him to. his gaze shifted towards you as he let out a sigh, his heart breaking as he’s about to disappoint his only daughter.

“ah, squish, but you have a dog already, don’t you?” nicole started, catching her daughter’s attention. chloe’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. she has a dog already? is he invisible? “basil and rosie are yours too, aren’t they?” she asked in a gentle tone, the four years old perking up at this revelation.

“i do!” she exclaimed happily, letting go of your shirt to clap her hands, a big beam creeping up on her lips. “basie and rosie!” she said, her head bobbing up and down ecstatically. “my doggies.”

“and leo.” you chimed in, gently rubbing your hand against chloe’s back. the mention of your brother’s daschmund made the beam falter. “you don’t like leo anymore, squish?” you asked, a bit taken aback at the sudden change.

a pout appeared on your daughter’s face, her tone slightly bashful as she tried to explain. “leo pee-ed on me.” oscar’s lips were pulled into a tight line as he tried to suppress a chuckle. “s’no funny!” she frowned at her dad’s antics.

“he was just excited to see you, baby.” you tried your best reasoning with your daughter. “leo’s still just a baby, you know? babies pee when they get excited, it means he reaaaally likes you.”

“daddy’s baby, too an’ he don’t pee on me.” she scrunched her nose, unmoved by your explanation. “daddy don’t like chloe?”

baby. that’s how you’ve been referring to oscar for as long as you could remember, making chloe think that her dad is as much of a baby as she is. in different circumstances, you’d just start laughing — some guys, your friends’ boyfriend or fathers, random people on the street, probably acted like babies towards their partners or maternal figures, but not your oscar. he was the eptiome of a great partner, friend, and a parent, despite being a bit messy and leaving socks on your bedroom floor a few times, if you wished for someone better, you’d still get your oscar, because there couldn’t be anyone better than him, not for you and your daughter.

“well… daddy loves you so, so much, squish.” he began coyly, kneeling in front of the couch, to brush his nose against chloe’s, as an act of affection. “but i’m not a doggie, am i?” he asked, and while your reasoning seemed completely off to chloe, she bought oscar’s within seconds.

“no, silly.” the four years old giggled, putting both of her hands on oscar’s cheeks, leaving a small, sloppy kiss on the tip of his nose. “you papa.” a beam stretched across her mouth. “no doggie.”

THE CHRISTMAS CAME QUICKLY, which you were profoundly content with. it was one of the rare moments, when you could spend the time with your entire family, both sides. there wasn’t enough words to describe the amount of love you held in your heart for oscar’s relatives. you spent lots of hours, talking to your in-laws on the phone, when you couldn’t see them in person. it was natural that you wanted them in your daughter’s life as much as possible.

usually, the apartment was as quiet as it could be with a preschooler, although with almost twenty people inside, it was a mess. a positive one, one you would cherish every time it happened. your mum chatting away with nicole, tim, and chris, your brothers engrossed in conversations with oscar, while you talked to alex, and oscar’s sisters as your soon to be sister-in-law played with your daughter on the carpet, leo sleeping on his usual spot on the couch.

when you all sat down to open gifts, chloe was no longer playing with charlotte as she occupied the spot on arthur’s lap, giggling quietly, when he tickled her once in a while just to pretend he didn’t as she tried to pat his hands away.

“i give gifts, too!” she suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with excitement, pointing to a dozen of tiny boxes standing neatly next to (or on top of) one another.

it was small figurines made out of modelling clay that your husband has bought for your daughter. it wasn’t much, but it made your daughter feel involved in the gift-giving tradition. of course, you helped her throughout the process, so the figurines wouldn’t be just colours mixed together with no shape.

“oh, mon étoile. did you make them yourself?” your mum asked, a warm smile stretching across her lips as she unpacked the tiny star made out of modelling clay. that’s what pascale always called chloe, étoile, which meant a star, because she was the brightest star in your mom’s universe.

chloe nodded proudly in response, puffing her chest as she unpacked arthur’s box for him. “‘s me!” she giggled in happiness, placing the figurine in her uncle’s hand. “now, you ‘ill ‘lways remember me!”

“i could never forget you, squish.” arthur whispered into her ear, though loud enough for you all to hear, making the girl laugh from the sensation of his face in such close proximity to her ear. “i’ll always have it with me, okay?”

in the end, everyone was enamoured with the small gifts made by your daughter, which made her feel super proud of herself. she got a few toys (that you’d previously accepted, because if you had one more loud toy, you’d shred yourself into pieces) and… a racing helmet.

“we are not doing a project piastri, or whatever you’d call that.” you announced, giving your older brother a judgemental look. was it a surprise that charles gifted your daughter a racing helmet? not really, as he’s been talking about taking chloe karting. “she’s four.”

“i was four, when i started too.” he argued, a bit playfully.

“look what that made you. crazy.” you shook your head, taking a glimpse of the mesmerised look in your daughter’s eyes. “she’s too small for a go-kart. you’d have to put velco strips on her back and the seat, so she wouldn’t fell out of the thing.”

“that’s doable.” the ferrari driver shrugged, as he helped chloe put on the purple helmet. “uncle charlie wouldn’t let his squishy face get hurt.” he cooed at the girl, making you roll your eyes in exasperation.

cheering and stressing over your husband’s career was a thing you could live with, but having both oscar, and your daughter racing and karting? your poor heart wouldn’t handle it.

“i drive like daddy soon?” the four years old in question said, her voice slightly muffled by the helmet. once again, she clapped her hands happily.

and somehow, after a nice meal and gift openings, you were stuck in a conversation with your brother about taking chloe karting, while she quietly asked one of your sisters in law what karting exactly was.

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Samantha had a point, Killian knew all too well what lengths Delta Green would go to around keeping teenagers in line. There hadn't been any hesitation in sending him to the adult ward and leaving him there for months of torment. He was quiet as he opened up a hatch on the prop ship to look for any further storage, finding a couple of costume pieces clearly forgotten there but no net as of yet. His mind ticking away with what they were discussing. They should protect Violet from Delta Green, but what harm were they doing in not reporting her?

"I think if it happens again, we should report it." Killian suggested quietly, he didn't want Violet at their mercy, he didn't doubt much worse than he had been in the ward, they would want to know how she was travelling and where she was coming from. "But maybe when she's vanished again, so they can't get to her but know it's happening. That way she's safe and we might have some answers on whether or not Delta Green has seen this before and knows how to stop it and we protect ourselves in case someone else reports it and us." He closed the costume filled hatch so very gently as if he didn't want to make any more noise than the noisy thoughts flying through his head. Still crouched, he turned to Samantha.

"I'll be sad if we do something and she ends up hurt, but if we can help her, surely that's worth a shot? She said she's been travelling elsewhere all year and fighting monsters... she's fifteen." It wasn't right, not by any means. "I don't want another teenager pulled into this life. I want to do everything I can to prevent that. But this situation is hard to know what to do with. It's not natural and if we didn't know her could you honestly say we wouldn't have called it in right away? We should have reported it in Ophir, we don't know what we're dealing with, not really." He was worried! He had no choice but to trust Delta Green but he knew it would not be a nice order either way. Eliminate the unnatural.

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Sloane laughed loudly at her comparing him to a Dark Young, nodding and chuckling to himself, delighted she felt comfortable joking with him about such a thing, something that should in all truth be traumatic for her but she seemed to have her own coping mechanism he was not about to interrupt. "I will have to take your word on that," he'd never seen one! Only listened to Samantha and Killian describing it to him.

He did just have to blink at Violet as she talked more about killing other monsters with her gun like she had been going out hunting for sport, not realising that she and another version of Killian had been shooting and then eating such creatures to survive. "Oh. Something to bare in mind," he tried to respond casually, more worried about just who Violet was with such knowledge of monsters and such reckless abandon around them!

Sloane wasn't sure what Killian would be thinking but he was or had been quite sure the younger man would still seek to protect Violet. Happy at least that the pullies he had found would work with the trap. His heart dropped again when she found smaller ones for her crossbow. Oh dear, he was putting himself into a hole in not stopping this sooner, wasn't he? She seemed to have taken great comfort and excitement from finding the crossbow though and he didn't have the heart to take that away from her. She claimed she had fought monsters before but... well he didn't have any proof of that at the moment and he also didn't want confirmation. She should be kept out of the fight.

"We'll get these together and head back to the main stage room to start making the trap." He eyed her with the crossbow for a moment, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. "We'll need your guidance to do it, as much as Obsidian, Orion and I are crafty, we're not all that great at trap design, not a patch on you anyway." He complimented with a smile. Maybe he could hide the crossbow while she was busy.

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"I don't know," sincerely replied Samantha, "I suppose it would make sense, but it depends on the origin of this... strange power. There must be rituals that allow people to travel to other timelines, though I doubt they're as easy as just falling asleep and going there." From what they had seen in the past year, cultists usually went to a lot of trouble for their rituals.

She was not surprised that Killian disagreed. His recruitment had come with plenty of threats. Of course he disliked the idea of lying to Delta Green. "I'm not saying we should never tell them," she explained, measuring her words, "I just think we should wait first, see what happens. I don't want them to... experiment on her, or something like that." Somehow, she had a feeling Delta Green wouldn't be above doing things quite so grim.

"You're right," she smiled gently, "maybe someone in Delta Green could help her control these travel of hers. We can talk about it with Odyssey, I just think we should just... keep in mind that not everyone will care that she's just a kid." ***

"Oh, but you're bigger than a Dark Young," she teased, trying to forget about all the times Sloane had grabbed her like she weighed nothing, only to throw her in the trunk of his car -or the bottom of a laundry basket. But she did appreciate that he seemed to see she was capable. Maybe he was going to let her fight the monster after all?

"Oh, it would have been mighty useful," she replied, thinking that maybe some cool monster stories would convince him even more that she could fight -and very well, too. "I did alright with my gun, it's all about knowing where to shoot. Elder things have a tough skin, but there's a small spot on their back where the skin is softer. If you hit it, they fall like flies." She tapped the side of her nose with a little grin.

She was very happy to hear that, in Sloane's eyes at least, she was still part of O-cell. "I hope Killian thinks the same," she admitted timidly. She chuckled when he mentioned that the team functioned like a circle, though her attention was quickly piqued by the pulleys he had found. She trotted next to him, still holding the crossbow.

"These would be perfect! They seem big enough to support the weight of a monster. Now we just need to find smaller ones for the crossbow." Luckily for her, there were smaller pulleys not too far from where Sloane had found the big ones. "It's our lucky day!" she exclaimed, already walking there.

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Pairing: Puppy!Hybrid Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Hint at Choking, Oral(F), Knotting, Multiple: Orgasms, Rounds, Creampies, Unprotected Sex, Biting, Slight breeding kink/Praise Kink, Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

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You woke up to the sound of whimpering at your door. You stretched looking at the time, it was midnight. You rolled out of bed groggily opening your door to see Jisungs face all flushed red.

“What’s wrong pup?” You asked.

“I- can you help me?” He asked.

You tilted your head looking at him confused from his question. However when you looked down you realized what he was talking about. The tent that poking out from his pants had you blinking. He looked like he was almost in pain whimpering as if he was about to cry.

Neither of you had ever done anything with one another. Jisung has never even asked you about finding him a mate like you were told you’d have to do for him. You didn’t know what to do honestly. The look on his face though made your heart crumble, you just wanted to help him.

“Come here pup I’ll help you ok?” You said.

You watched as his ears perked, his tail wagging back and forth. He walked into your room with you both of you being a bit nervous.

“You sure pretty? You’re ok with this? I- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” he said softly.

“Of course, I always wanna help you Ji” you said sweetly.

That’s all it took for the nerves of his to subside. He cupped your face kissing you softly, he was a messy kisser but it was kinda hot? He lapped at your lips his tongue darting into your mouth. His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. His lips came back to you this time at your neck. He sucked marks on your neck nipping at it slightly before moving downwards.

He nibbled at your nipples moaning at the feeling of your soft flesh. He started moving his hips against the bed trying to help himself. “Need- need to taste you- now” he groaned out before moving downwards. He kneaded at your plush skin as he made his way down. He pulled quickly pulled your shorts down whining at the sight of you. You had no panties on, cunt dripping from the small contact from him.

He dove quickly into your heat lapping at your juicy folds. He darted his tongue in and out of you just as sloppy as his kisses. Your hands found their way to his hair tugging on it softly. “Jisung- ah- fuck-“ you moaned out.

“Am I doing good?” He said looking up at you. God those big brown eyes of his could get him away with murder.

“Doing so good pup, such a good boy for me” you said. You could see his tail wagging more the praise making him moan into your cunt. He pulled his pants down ridding himself of all his clothes. He reattached himself to your cunt sucking on your clit. You fold his fingers graze against your entrance before pushing into you slowly. He could have came from the sound you made alone.

Moaning loudly, pulling his hair harder. “M’close pup, fuck- you’re doing so well” you moaned. His eyes were glazed with want needing to taste everything you could give him. He moved his fingers in and out of you curling them as he hit your most sensitive spots. If you didn’t know it you’d think he’d done this before. How was he so good?

Your body arched legs pressing against his face as you came hard around his fingers his tongue lapping at everything. He wouldn’t dare let any of it go to waste. Before you knew it he was pulling you to him pushing his aching cock into you. You both moaned out in unison. The sounds of skin smacking against one another filled the room with the sounds of your moans intertwined.

He fucked into you fast, some kind of instinct taking over him. He gripped at your hip before pulling out. He flipped you over putting you on your hands and knees. You didn’t even have time to process before he was pushing back into you. His cock felt even deeper, like it was pushing past your cervix. He fucked into you hard, gripping at your skin even harder.

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The pain only fueled the pleasure you were feeling. “Jisung! Fuck- fuck- I’m gonna cum!” You screamed out. Your hands gripped at the sheets feeling your high quickly approaching. He growled into your ear, hand coming around to grip at your neck softly.

Your high crashed over you, body trembling from overstimulation. He growled again this time a bit deeper “gonna take my knot? Ah- fuck- gonna be stuck together” he groaned. With one more thrust his knot pushed past your entrance. You could feel him twitching inside you, his hot cum coating every part of your insides.

Your body shook even harder, the feeling of being so full being almost too much. He stopped his movements almost completely until he felt your cunt clenching around him. He grinned his hips into you more whimpering out. “Can’t- stop” he said his head rolling back.

He moved his hips as much as he could his nails digging into your hips. His head rested in the crook of your neck as he rutted his aching cock into you. “Gonna- fill- fill you so full until your swollen with my pups” he moaned out. The words at that time didn’t quite register only nodding agreeing to whatever he said.

His hand came down to toy with your clit before sinking his teeth once more into your shoulder. His cock slowly pulling out of you as best as it could. He was grinding into you at a harsh rate his knot still fully keeping you stuck to one another.

“Ji- to much- I’m- I’m- fu-ck” you mumbled out feeling your body trembling once again. All the pleasure and pain was to much as you came hard once more, this time squirting all over your bed. The feeling made jisung proud, his cock unloading in you once more.

His body fell to the side his arms wrapping around you. His cock buried deep inside you still. He hummed contently licking your cheek softly. You both quickly fell asleep after everything curled up in one another.

The morning came, you slinking out of bed to make breakfast and clean yourself up from the night. When jisung finally woke up strolling into the kitchen he smiled seeing the marks he left on you.

As the days went by while you were sitting on the couch you mentioned to him your friend had a pretty hybrid he might like. He pouted looking at you “but you’re my mate” he said.

You blinked looking at him “what do you mean?” You asked.

“Y/n- most hybrids mate for life- you are my mate” he said punctuating those last words.

You were all his, there was no denying it. Especially not with the marks that still littered your body. You smiled a bit to yourself looking over at him “I- guess I am”

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Not sure if you’ve ever done something like this, but I think a miraculous ladybug style love square featuring Danny would be absolutely hilarious. It can be with literally any bat (I’m partial to either Damian or Tim, but honestly any would be amazing). But literally just Danny coming to Gotham and going out as Phantom, running into the bat of choice and BOOM instant crush. And then Danny running into that same bats civilian ID and BOOM another instant crush going the opposite direction. Not particularly picky about who has the civilian crush, and who has the vigilante crush, but we would definitely need to see interactions between all four identities a la Miraculous.

Danny Fenton loathes Bruce Wayne. It's not because Sam's parents have often attempted to pawn off their daughter onto the guy or that Danny, as her once boyfriend, felt threatened by him. He can see the intelligence in Bruce's eyes, and the man still acts the way he does.

What's worse is that they are the same age, which means when Sam's parents started pushing for her to attend galas at age fifteen, Danny had been forced along to help deflect annoying rich boys. He met Bruce hiding behind curtains, making faces at his butler when the older gentleman attempted to push fifteen-year-old Bruce back onto the dance floor.

He would have felt sympathy for the wealthy heir—being an orphan so young with everyone around him foaming at the mouth for his wealth and titles was rough on anyone—were it not for how he spoke to poor Mr. Pennyworth.

Bruce acted like Mr.Pennyworth was an accessory to his image, as if the man wasn't treating him with the obvious care and attention one would a son.

Danny found his feet, leading him to Wayne just as the teenager instructed Mr.Pennyworth to wait in the car—four hours, four hours, in the freezing cold!

The first words he ever said to Bruce Wayne were, "You do not talk to him like that, you self-centered jerk!"

Then he had to dodge a fist because apparently Wayne had anger issues, but Danny had been dodging ghosts for an entire year. He sidesteps and pushes the boy on his ass. Mr.Pennyworth seemed frozen by the wall, and Wayne dared to stare up at him like someone standing up to him was such a wonder.

Sam had called him away, so with a long look down his nose at the rich boy, he spun around and strutted away.

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Bruce Wayne adored Danny Fenton.

Ever since the firecracker appeared in his life, with a grace that rivaled even his best of masters, Bruce has been infatuated with him. Fenton came from a small town in Illinois as a guest of the Manson family.

The Manson were new money, having only developed their wealth two generations ago. They had no real social connections and lived in the middle of nowhere. Mr. and Mrs. Manson were eager to pair their daughter off with someone with better standing, but it is evident that they only pushed a little for her to find a rich husband.

They wouldn't have allowed Fenton to tag along if they genuinely wanted their daughter to build connections through marriage. The couple just seemed to want their daughter to stop being goth.

The teenager was unapologetically middle-class, and Bruce found himself watching Fenton move about Galas with a defiant air that left him breathless. He insulted people to their faces, returned passive aggression tenfold, and someone tried to talk down to him; Fentn had the brain to quickly turn the tides.

The Manson's standing shouldn't have shielded him, not when they barely had any social power, yet somehow no one dared to bother Fenton outside of events. It was all so fascinating.

Fenton didn't often come to Gotham, as the Mansons mainly stayed in their own little part of the world, but every year, without fail, they were there for the Charity event in Spring and the Halloween Fest. The dark-haired, sharp-eyed eye, blue-eyed boy would be at Miss Manon's side, muttering into the goth girl's ear.

Bruce's heart constantly fluttered when the days were approaching the two high society events because it would mean seeing Fenton again. Years passed with Alfred attempting for Bruce to strike a friendship with Fenton, but something always made Bruce nervous.

Excited and nervous, like he was about to hit the drop of a rollercoaster. It was a rush whenever their eyes locked, even if Fenton's hardened into a dangerous glare.

Eventually, Bruce went off to do his training, finally getting close to his goal of making the rot of Gotham pay. He didn't see Fenton for a while, and the angry teenager lingered in the back of his mind until Bruce rocked back to Gotham with his new Brucie persona.

Only to have his jaw drop the moment he caught sight of Fenton. The boy was now the CEO of VladCo. after his godfather had taken a sabbatical for medical reasons. Fenton was still unapologetic about his roots and seemed enraged whenever Bruce brought out his playboy persona.

"Cut the crap," Fenton hissed into Bruce's face, unaware of the swarm of butterflies in his stomach. "We both know you're not dumb. I can see your intelligence, and how you're downplaying it is sickening."

Bruce fought the urge to fan himself, heart racing, as he smiled absentmindedly. "Whatever do you mean?"

Fenton made a screech of outrage before turning and stomping away. Bruce hated watching him go, but he loved to watch him leave.

"Sir," Alfred muttterd as he stepped up behind him. Bruce snapped out of his staring, turning his head slightly to pick up the man's whispered words better. "A break-in at Gotham Bank. Nine hostages"

"Understood." He made a show of diving into the fountain with Fenton, looking like he would pop a blood vessel as an excuse to leave. As he drives, Bruce Wayne fades into Batman in more ways than a costume change, and his mind races with plans to save the hostages.

He just hopes that Dofus Phantom doesn't get in his way again. The ghost would pop up randomly in his city, and no matter how many times Batman threatened him, the idiot came back again and again.

Phantom had no detective mindset. He stopped crimes right before him without considering the bigger picture. Dofus probably died in a small town with low crime rates. He didn't understand the complications of deep corruption, power vacuums, or gang violence.

Out of all the people who could have turned into a poltergeist, it had to be the clumsy fanboy Phantom.

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First Kiss — Vicehousewardens x gn! reader

summery: your first kiss with your lover.

tw: none.

a/n: Ik Ruggie isn't the vicehousewarden but hush. He will be included as one. Also...totally didn't just realize I could make more of these for guys who aren't just overblots/housewardens...

wc: 1.9k (~300 per character)

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Trey Clover

The atmosphere was warm and tender as you were out in the gardens with Trey. He had baked some delightful desserts, a small array in various sizes, colors and shapes, and had been kind enough to share them with you. You were joyfully eating to your heart's content, not a care in the world when he leaned over, hand raised to point at the corner of your lips. Embarrassed at your messy display, you had hurriedly tried to wipe the food off your lips, but only seemed to continue missing the crumbs with Trey watching on in amusement. Not wanting you to feel too embarrassed, he raised his hand and gently wiped the crumbs from your face, his smile a bit more sly than gentle. Feeling a bit pouty at how easily Trey managed to make your heart flip, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Leaning forward, you paused right before your lips could meet, eyes trailing down to his pink lips. His amber eyes widened in surprise, watching you intently as you reached up and fixed his messy hair that the wind had tousled. A pink blush overtook his cheeks and you felt smug seeing the baker flustered, finally getting a taste of his own medicine. Leaning back into your seat, you hid your smug smirk as you took a sip of tea. It seemed like you were both feeling competitive as Trey didn’t just leave it at that. He held your chin gently as you placed your teacup down, facing leaning in only to place a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“What’s that look for? If you really want a kiss you just need to ask.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ruggie Bucchi

You found yourself staring at Reggie more and more recently. His pretty lips always curved in that smug smirk, blue eyes shining with joy as he laughs about one thing or another. Probably about screwing some sad sack over. But no, you wouldn’t crumble, because he ate all your favorite snacks, which is why you were giving him the silent treatment. Yeah, you knew what you were getting into when dating Ruggie, but you had been looking forward to eating those snacks all day, only to find the wrappings in the trash. Ruggie hadn’t even tried hiding his grin, which made you even more livid. So why did you find yourself so enticed by his freckled covered nose and the pink plush lips. Gosh, and just like that you found yourself trapped in a cycle. It didn’t help that Ruggie seemed to understand your plight, trying to tempt you to say something, whether it be by pushing on your buttons (which got him here in the first place) or being a freaking tease. You weren’t sure where his boldness came from, but you managed to hold up, turning away with a pout whenever his face came just a bit too close to your own. Thankfully you didn’t need to put on the act for long, Ruggie buying you some extra snacks a day later with Leona’s cash. Feeling content finally, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, but Ruggie didn’t seem satisfied. Like the hungry hyena he was, he craved more, pointing to his lips teasingly. Unbeknownst to him, you had been looking for an excuse to kiss him, so you took your chance, lightly placing your lips over his own, pulling away as quickly as you started, taking in great satisfaction at the henya’s surprise.

“Shishishi, if that’s what it takes for a kiss I’ll have to buy some more.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jade Leech

That sly sly eel was being sweet. Too sweet. It was honestly scaring you. Normally he opens the door and guide you in with a hand on your lower back, but his sharp grin warned you of what lies beneath the gentlemanly facade….so why had his expressions….softened, around you? It was unsettling. Sure, you both had been dating, but you hadn’t expected him to show vulnerability towards you so quickly. Or perhaps you had been blind, as Floyd had been complaining about Jade’s behavior far before you two became a thing. Still, it seemed like something was on Jade’s mind as he would zone out while staring at you. Actually it seemed like he was doing that now as you sat at the bar in Monstro Lounge. Jade’s multicolored eyes were watching you as he paused mid cleaning the glass he held currently. You merely raised an eyebrow, confused at how disheveled Jade was appearing. He sent a strained smile, face glancing down, you barely caught the pink that tinted his cheeks. How odd being the one on top. Waving him over, a sly grin fell over your lips as you leaned over the bar, eyes trailing down to Jade’s smile. Circling the rim of your drink with your finger, your expression turned sharp like a shark who caught its prey. “Could I get a kiss from the pretty bartender?” You asked, puckering your lips teasingly. Clenching his gloved fist, Jade finally allowed himself to indulge in what he’s wanted to for a long, long time. His lips slotted onto yours before you could even notice, hand on your jaw to keep you in place. Only to pull away and act like nothing happened.

“Ara ara~ I only gave you what you ordered, was it not to your liking? Perhaps I should give you a free serving as an apology.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jamil Viper

The sun felt scorching in the sweltering heat of the scalding sands, but the breeze was nice enough to cool you down. You felt like you were dying, but at least it wasn’t humid. A small mercy you would gratefully take. You pushed through the discomfort, making sure to drink enough water so as to not worry Jamil more than he already was. Kalim, unfortunately, is throwing another party without any thought, and it was completely last minute. Not wanting your boyfriend to suffer on his own, you didn’t just offer, no, you demanded that you’d help as this chore shouldn’t rest on his shoulders alone. Which is what led you to bustle around the kitchen in dreadful heat that was only made worse by the stoves. Yet you wouldn’t trade the small look of appreciation on Jamil’s face for the world, proud that he seemed to not be completely down in the dumps. You couldn’t stop the small exhale that escaped your lips as you paused your whisking, taking time to roll up your sleeves as sweat dripped down the side of your neck. Stretching your arms for a second, your eyes trailed over to Jamil who was already looking your way with an unreadable look on his face. You tilted your head, unsure of what that meant, it wasn’t until the dark haired man closed the distance and caressed your cheek softly to pull you to look at him. You felt your breath hitch, eyes widening, only for him to brush something off your cheek and pull away. Not satisfied with that conclusion, you pulled him down by the front of his hoodie and placed a short but sweet kiss, leaving the Viper flustered.

“If you wish to do such actions, please make sure it’s when we’re alone. I do not wish for Kalim to catch us in such a predicament…”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Rook Hunt

Rook had been waiting, waiting for the perfect, most opportune time, the most romantic moment, for you both to share your first kiss. He was nothing if not a seeker of true beauty, and what was more beautiful than sealing love with a kiss? Oh how his heart sings at the mere thought of how plush your kiss may be, but he must wait. Wait for you to open to the idea, for you to make the first move. And what good is a hunter if he is not patient? You’ll find yourself going insane before Rook makes the first move. He loves watching you run through circles, the way your eyes trail down to his smiling lips, or the way your touches linger. He loves every and any sign of affection you show, lamenting about your beauty while you do so. It’s not until a quiet moment, where the moon has risen and the crickets chirp in the distance, the two of you find yourselves wrapped in the other's embrace. Rook is gently running his hands through your hair as he whispers sweet nothings, even in the quietest of moments, where you're all dressed down and vulnerable to the world, he still manages to compliment you, finding beauty in your most natural state. It’s then that your eyes trace the slope of Rook’s freckled nose to the upturned curve of his lips. You’re sleepy and full of affection, can you blame yourself from slipping into your desires and pressing your lips to that of the hunters? It was just as sweet, if not sweeter than what you had imagined. Wasn’t this just as romantic as Rook wanted it to be? The both of you vulnerable to the other, sharing your truest feelings and rejoicing. Oh how Rook wished to indulge in this moment for just a bit longer…it wasn’t like you weren’t willing.

“Oh mon cœur, how sweet your love is. I will cherish this moment now and forever.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lilia Vanrouge

That little pesky fae…always popping out of nowhere to kiss your nose only to disappear once more. It was like a game between you both, who could shower the other in more affection? Of course Lilia would resort to cheating, disappearing before your lips could touch his cheeks, his mischievous giggles echoing away. Honestly, you weren’t sure how people weren’t sick of the two of you (they 100% were). As cute as the little game between you two was, you were growing tired. He was a fae, so of course he wouldn’t tire as easily, but days turned into weeks and gosh did you want to kiss the bat silly. So, you decided to turn the tables around and withdraw any and all forms of affection. Turning your head away before he could kiss your nose, looking disinterested as he tried to rest his head on your shoulder. It was kinda funny seeing the old fae pout and whine. A taste of his own medicine. But you could only win for so long, as Lilia always ended up having the advantage. You will not imagine how he managed to catch you off guard…You were just merrily walking down the halls of NRC, not a care in the world, until all of a sudden you were pushed into the wall. Eyes wide and ready to smack someone with your textbooks, you relaxed when your eyes met with familiar crimson ones. One arm pressed against the wall next to your head, his fangs poked out with how wide his smirk was. Lilia was freaking kabedoning you. Your jaw nearly dropped, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing at the fact he needed to hover to reach your height, but your amusement was swiftly gone as the fae’s lips were suddenly hovering over your own. Lilia’s original plan was to pull away and leave you wanting more…but even he had to admit he was craving to kiss you. Who was he to deny you both your wishes?

“Next time just ask for a kiss, who knows how much longer I have. You don’t want to deprive me of any potential kisses now, do you?”

[loki-the-mad]

If I may add the quotes I collected while reading:

“I’ll pick Rover 2 as my target. We have a certain bond, after I spent two days in it during the Great Hydrogen Scare of Sol 37.”

“NASA gets to name their missions after gods and stuff, so why can’t I? Henceforth, rover experimental missions will be “Sirius” missions. Get it? Dogs? Well if you don’t, fuck you.”

“Once I got home, I sulked for a while. All my brilliant plans foiled by thermodynamics. Damn you, Entropy!

“As we all know, probes often refuse to obey directives, choosing instead to attack humans in sight. So far, Pathfinder hasn’t tried to kill me. But I’m keeping an eye on it.”

“I know the crew was surprised to hear from the Ghost of Mars Missions Past, but c’mon! I wish NASA was less of a nanny sometimes.”

“I have a hell of a backache. The subtle and refined “hurl my body at the wall” technique had some flaws.”

“By the way, the name of the probe we’re sending is Iris. Named after the Greek goddess who traveled the heavens with the speed of wind. She’s also the goddess of rainbows.”

“Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.”

“Honestly, this is the best “bonus mars time” we’ve had since the Opportunity lander.”

“Opportunity never went back to Earth.”

“Sorry. Bad analogy.”

“Yes, of course duct tape works in a near-vacuum. Duct tape works anywhere. Duct tape is magic and should be worshiped.”

“I just had to get something to stand on. I used a geological sample container (also known as ‘a box���).”

“But having lost contact with NASA, I have to design my own Great Martian Winnebago.”

“Yeah, that’s right, Mars. I’m gonna piss and shit on you. That’s what you get for trying to kill me all the time.”

“I am smiling a great smile. The smile of a man who fucked with his car and *didn’t break it*.”

“My bedroom would become a big hamster because Hab canvas is flexible. When you fill it with pressure, it wants to become a sphere. That’s not a useful shape.”

“Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), If I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won’t stay inside anymore.”

“Looks like I’ll live another sol. *Live Another Sol* would be an awesome name for a James Bond movie.”

Second read

“Hell yeah I’m a botanist! Fear my botany powers!”

“My masters degree in botany makes me pretty sure plants need wet dirt to grow in.”

“Then I sacrificed 20 liters of precious water to the dirt gods.”

“If ruining the only religious icon I have leaves me vulnerable to Martian vampires, I’ll have to risk it.”

“The pressure compartment is made of carbon composite. Just inside that is insulation, which is covered by hard plastic. I used a sophisticated method to remove sections of plastic (hammer), then carefully removed the solid foam insulation (hammer again).”

“The press is crawling down my throat for this. And up my ass. Both directions, Venkat! They’re gonna meet in the middle!”

“The airlock’s on its side, and I can hear a steady hiss. So either it’s leaking or there are snakes in here. Either way, I’m in trouble.”

“That’s ninety-five sols. Call it one hundred because ninety-five cries out to be approximated.”

“The rover and trailer regulate their own temperatures just fine, but things weren’t hot enough in the bedroom. Story of my life.”

“So far, I think it’s been working. But who knows? I can see it now: me holding a map, scratching my head, trying to figure out how I ended up on Venus.”

“I’m traveling 90 kilometers per day as usual, but I only get 37 kilometers closer to Schiaparelli because Pythagoras is a dick.”

“Something had to give, and it wasn’t going to be me. I had Archimedes on my side.”

People who don’t want to read The Martian in case the science is too complicated should be informed that it contains the lines “The best way to store the ingredients of water is to make them be water”, “It is of course dangerous to set off an explosive device on a spacecraft”, and “If I cut a hole in the wall of the hab, the air won’t stay inside any more”.

[gojoidyll]

stubborn heart ch. 10

yan!capitano x wife!reader

summary | or in which capitano is told he needs a wife. and he begrudgingly agrees.

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Dress shopping was … disastrous. Atri had you trying on all sorts of dresses for the so-called party the Tsaritsa was throwing. Truthfully, you didn’t want to attend, but as Capitano’s wife, well, you were afraid that you didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.

“Why exactly is this party is being thrown?”

You huffed out the question as you managed to unzip the current dress you had on in the dressing room. You didn’t like how it fit, nor did you like the fabric. Way too itchy.

Atri, meanwhile, was still stockpiling the different dresses she thought would be good for the occasion, “either to celebrate the recent achievements that the harbingers are accomplishing, or…”

“Or…?”

“To celebrate your marriage with Lord Capitano!”

You pressed your lips together as Atri tossed yet another dress into the changing room, this one having more frills than the on before it.

“I… I don’t think this is what the party is for,” you managed to utter out as you finally fished out a dress that wasn’t too frilly nor itchy in material. In fact, it was rather plain and simple. Not that you minded. You felt like you needed something simple considering the past week you’ve had. Deciding to take a chance on it, you decided to put it on.

Atri merely rolled her eyes at your admittance, “you never know!”

And before she could say anything else on the matter, you had opened the changing room door, “well? How do I look?”

You did a little twirl in your dress. The simple design did wonders on outlining your figure, and the colors seemed to match Capitano’s clothes perfectly. Atri clapped her hands together as she huddled close to you, “simply beautiful,” she gushed as she kept admiring you, “I bet Lord Capitano will agree!”

You immediately deflated at the mention of your husband.

“Hey now! None of that pouting nonsense! Go get changed into your other clothes so we can buy this dress and get you ready for tonight! Time is a wasting!”

You could only nod to her without any argument whatsoever as she shoved you back into the changing room. Honestly, she seemed way more excited for this than you were. So, begrudgingly, you let her pull you around and shove you this way and that for the rest of the day.

And she took full advantage of it. You found yourself at many different clothing stores (in case you changed your mind on your dress which you did not), hair stylists, makeup artists, and even a masseuse.

It was nightfall when you finally made it back home, but instead of getting to sit down and rest from being on your feet all day, Atri was already helping you get ready. A glint in her eyes as she was quick to wrestle your clothes off.

“Bath. Now.”

“But-“

There was no room for argument. If you wanted to take control, then you should have thought of that earlier. Alas, your bath routine was filled with harsh scrubbing before you were hauled out and dried off in order to be tossed into the dress you picked out.

Your hair and make-up soon to follow as you hoped the night would fly by you as quickly as possible.

Your feet were already starting to hurt!

“Annnnnd, done!”

You didn’t get the chance to look in your mirror before she grabbed your coat and ushered you out of your room, your butt not even getting the chance to sit down before she threw the heavy coat over your shoulders and escorted you to the front door.

“Wait, wait, wait- what about-“

“Lord Capitano will meet you there.”

“Ok, but can I at least get a chance to breathe-“

“Breathe all you want at the party! Now, go! Seduce your husband!”

When she pushed you into the carriage, you paused and looked back at her, “what was that last-“

She didn’t let you finish as she shut the door in your face. Which left you in shambles as you finally got to, at least, relax a little bit.

“Seduce my husband, huh?”

You smiled a little as you sunk into the cushions of the carriage, the slight sway of the vehicle lulling you to sleep a little as you felt incredibly warm. You closed your eyes as you rested your head against one of the “decorative” pillows that laid inside the carriage. Your breath slowly evening out as the days’ events finally caught up to you. Hopefully, the person controlling the carriage will wake you up before opening the door, yes? And soon, sleep engulfed you. Your dreams are as peaceful as the carriage ride. Your worries melted away and the party was distant in your mind.

When next you wake up, you told yourself that you would be prepared. That you would tackle this party head on.

Instead, what you were greeted with was a strong jolt to the carriage. The sudden stop forced you awake as you sat up. Your hands rubbing at your eyes as you looked around. Moving around a bit, you went to the small window and hooked a finger onto the latch and began to open it, “are we there y-“

“Don’t open the window!”

You fell back into the cushions when the little window was forcefully closed shut, “stay in there! Don’t come out-!”

The carriage rider’s voice was cut off abruptly. A terrifying tear echoing in your ears as you watched a dark liquid splatter against the small window.

'Whatever you do. Close your eyes and don’t come out.'

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arcane imagines- claggor

don’t go

[arcane] [main page] 🔞⚠️content warning⚠️🔞: SMUT prompt: Claggor is jealous of an old friend of yours who rarely comes into town. He doesn't hide it either. containing: afab reader, fem receiving oral, unprotected sex, pull out method, vanilla tbh.

“I’ll be right back.” Claggor tells you, going off further into the market to get the both of you drinks as you were looking over artwork. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You beam, now left alone to admire everything. 

The two of you have been flirting for a while, it honestly feels like a game of tag. The only reason he’s at the market with you is because you lied about needing a new mirror for your room and needed someone to carry it for you. You’ve been waiting for this man to make it official. Or at least end this so you can move on with your life. You knew for a fact though that you weren’t going to be the one to say a single thing. 

As you were looking over a booth full of mirrors of all different shapes and sizes you felt someone come up from behind you. Confidently thinking it’s Claggor you turn around with a grin. “I think this is the one- oh… Caspian?” You furrow your eyebrow. “[Name], I was hoping I was right when I saw you!” He laughs, opening his arms expecting an embrace. You eye him up and down but then eventually give into it. Squeezing him. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” You exclaim excitedly. 

“Yeah, been off doing random quests.” He jokes, pulling away with a lopsided smile. “Right, how has that been?” You fold your arms, curious to know. “Eh, y’know. A lot, maybe I can tell you over dinner. Tonight?” He boldly asks and you purse out your lips. 

You really didn’t have anything to do. You were kind of hoping to have a night with Claggor but you also haven’t seen Caspian in three years. You can always spend time with the boy tomorrow. With Caspian you never know when he’s going to stay or leave town. With a shrug of your shoulders you answer him. “Yeah, I know the perfect place to go!” You say, pulling out a little notebook and pencil from your bag you scribble down the address before ripping the page and handing it to him. 

You didn’t see Claggor there, holding both yours and his drinks with a scrunched, annoyed expression. Slowly making his way over as the two of you talked. “Hey! Who’s this?” Claggor speaks up, handing you your drink and you thank him with a cheerful countenance, immediately taking a sip of the beverage. 

“This is Caspian, the one friend I told you about! He travels overseas.” You remind him, subconsciously leaning into his arm. Your friend notices this between the two of you and holds back a small grimace. “Ah, sorry, don’t really remember. I’m Claggor.” He sticks his hand out, the boy in front of both of you places a fake smile upon his lips. Taking Claggor’s hand bitterly. Giving it a rough grip. “Nice to meet you, who are you to [Name]?” 

“[Name]’s… boyfriend.” He hesitantly answers and your eyes widen, utterly shocked by the words. “Oh no way, man. Congrats to the both of you. I was just telling [Name] here how we should chat over dinner tonight.” Caspian finally rips his hand away from Claggor’s. Both men seething with irritation. 

“Really?” Claggor glances down at you and you nod your head. “You should come! It’d be so fun!” You gleam, taking another gulp of your drink. Oblivious to the two’s behavior as you’re still caught up in the fact that Claggor called himself your boyfriend. “Ah, we’d understand if you couldn’t though.” Caspian comments, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“I’ll be there. No worries about that!” Claggor stands up straight, he toward over your friend. “Great! Can’t wait to see the both of you later tonight then. Say, 6pm?” He cocks his head to the side and you nod your head. “Perfect! See you then, Cas!” You say as he’s already walking away. You turn around back to the mirror you had your eyes on. 

Claggor watches your demeanour, did him calling himself your boyfriend scare you off? Was that an idiotic move? Did he ruin this between the both of you? 

But those thoughts quickly disperse at the next couple of words that exit out your muzzle. “So, boyfriend of mine, carry this mirror for me.” You teasingly smack his arm, pointing to the object with your drink in hand. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re fine with it?” He questions and you stick the tip of your tongue out as you pretend to think. “Mmm, I’d like to be properly asked out but I’m fine with it.” You hint to him as you head over to the booth owner, giving them money for the mirror before leaving. 

Claggor carrying the body mirror in one arm as the other is snaked around your waist. Listening to you yap about how excited you are for later tonight. Only causing his chest to ping with jealousy. He doesn’t know why, genuinely he’s not a jealous person. But seeing you with Caspian who was clearly trying to flirt with you just… bothered him. 

And as you unlock the door to your apartment, letting him in first and you tell him to just place the mirror down against the wall. Needing to figure out a good place to put it in your room. 

“Want to hang out until tonight?” You offer, throwing your bag on your couch as you head to your kitchen. “Of course I do.” He scoffs, awkwardly standing in your living room as if he hadn’t been here plenty of times. 

“No need to be so sassy.” You giggle, searching around in your fridge, boredly. You didn’t know what to do, with a sigh you closed the door. Standing straight up to now see Claggor behind you. “Have you ever had feelings for Casper?” He tilts his head and you give a confused guise.

 “Caspian? Haha! Are you jealous?” You poke his side. Going to move past him but he doesn’t let you. “Answer the question, Angel.” He lowly orders and you look taken aback at first but then you attempt to hold a smirk threatening to appear on your lips. “So what if I have?” You ask with an “innocent” expression. 

“I don’t want to go to the dinner.” He suddenly pouts, his strong standing demeanor suddenly vanishing. You chuckle, holding onto his arm. “Claggor, I have never felt a single romantic feeling for Caspian. He’s a friend and nothing more. But if you don’t want to go to dinner tonight. That’s okay.” You pat his chest, finally able to move around him, heading back to the living room. 

A frown still graces his face as he follows after you. “But you’d still be going?” He inquires and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” 

“Could I change your mind?” He traces a hand up and down your forearm and shivers shoot through you. “And how would you do that?” You ask, intrigued now. “It would be worthwhile… I promise.” He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. 

You bite your bottom lip. “Your jealousy is making you think very lewd… things.” You whisper as his lips now hover over your own. Your breathing was ragged and racing. “Not my jealousy, only you.” He disagrees before pulling you into a kiss. Closing the gap in a quick motion. You gasp against his mouth. 

The two of you have kissed before, it was always short and sweet. Nerves within the both of you always cut things before it could lead into something further. You lift yourself up, holding onto his shoulders as your leg swings to the other side of him. Now straddling his lap. 

Your lips lock with one another, impatient and expectant of more. Your hands glide up his neck to his hair as his own grasp onto your hips. Subtly roaming down… and down… until they’re holding your ass. You giggle into the kiss, peaking an eye open. Feeling his own smug smile against your lips. 

Your perk your ass out even more, indicating that you wanted more but it also causes your core to gingerly rub against his already semi-boner. He grunts quietly from the friction. You feel it too, it was too pleasurable to not do it again. Discreetly you make your hips rock back and forth, lolling onto him. 

Your fingers massaged into his scalp, feeling through his hair as you continue to grind your pelvis over his clothed private. His large hands knead your doughy, globular ass, finding true enjoyment in it. He can’t help but think how Casper… or whatever his name was would love to be in his position right now. 

You withdraw from his mouth, puffing out air as your eyes examine his face. “I need you.” You murmur, pecking his parted lips. “Need me?” He quizzes as you fervently, eagerly nod your head. “Mhm, please.” You mewl out, plantering kisses all over his jaw. “So greedy.” He pops his hips up to get closer to the edge of the couch. You let out a small noise at the movement causing him to smirk. “Let’s go to the room. More comfortable.” He holds the bottom of your thighs. His fingers were close to your aching cunt. 

You nod your head but you go straight to his neck, ambushing it with kisses and little suckles. Definitely leaving faint marks. 

Entering your room he lays you down on your bed but your legs still wrap around his waist. Your hips in the air. He laughs at you and you reach your arms up. “I wasn’t done!” You complain but he just gently pushes your wrists away, throwing his shirt off. 

Your mouth shuts, you want to clench your thighs together but can’t. 

You do the same, ripping your own shirt off, not wasting time as your bra goes with it. He gawks down at your naked chest as you proudly show it off. “Touch me.” You whine, wiggling your hips on his. He obliges, leaning down to give you what you want. His hands go straight to the mounds on your chest. His mouth latching onto your nipples as well. Taking turns with the both of them. You lay your head back on the bed. Closing your eyes at the feeling. 

He was subtly rutting his hips against you like before and moans escape past your lips. 

“So pretty” He mumbles, his hands sliding down your body to your pants. “I want to take these off.” He huffs, forcing you to release your hold on him with your legs. He roughly yanks the clothing off, not even a warning before he does it. You were bewildered by the boy. You haven’t seen him act so… horny before. He’s teased you on countless occasions, but he was so respectful. Tasteful? Right now he is full of yearning and ferventness. 

Your legs were still spread to either side of him so he could fit perfectly between them. Giving him the view of his dreams. He didn’t give you time before his face was right in front of your soaked pussy. You lifted your head to stare down at you. Claggor peers up to you before smiling. 

“Can I?” He asks and you glare at him. “Don’t make me wait. It’s rude.” You sternly tell him. Partly joking but mainly serious. You were antsy now. There was no backing out. There was no stalling. You wanted it. Needed it even. And so did he. So without skipping a bit he dives into his delicious meal ahead of him. 

His tongue swirls over your folds and your hands immediately find their way to his hair. “I’m so glad you got jealous!” You cry as he begins to eat you out. 

It felt like whatever you thought of heaven to be like. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Toes curling. You wanted to feel angry with how he held this from you. The magic of his mouth. You truly were ecstatic that he couldn’t handle his own grown boy emotions of being jealous of a childhood friend of yours. 

He hums into your pussy at your words, grumbling about what you had just said to him. 

But even with how good it felt you had to push his face away from your cunt. “I need you inside me, I can’t handle it.” You roll your hips forward, almost off of the mattress and he snickers at your neediness. “I need to prep you, angel.” His thumb rubbed up and down your thigh and you jut out your bottom lip. “I can take it. Promise.” 

He clicks his tongue, bearing his teeth. “As much as I want to, no, [Name].” He shakes his head and your face falls in disappointment. His mouth was coaxed with your juices and his eyes fell back down to the reason for it. “I’ll be quick” He swears as his fingers go to your cunny. 

His middle and ring delicately sliding down from your clit to your hole. Purposely antagonizing you by being slow. 

As his digits enter inside you his tongue reattaches to your clit. Playing with it. His fingers scissoring inside of you, stretching out your walls. 

Your liquids make squelching noises, starting off quiet but growing ever-so-quickly. He focused on your gratifying spots. Hooked on them, not giving them a break. He learned and adapted quickly to you. Studying every fidget, every moan from your vocals, every twitch of your cunt. Educating himself on what you enjoy. And what’s going to get you closer to your sweet, sweet release. 

“Sweet angel, that feel good?” He mutters against you and you let out an incomprehensible bunch of words. Nonetheless answering his question though. Your muscles tightened in your thighs as you held them in the air. Tummy flexing and you wanted to scream out from how you feel. 

“I- ‘most there!” You squeal, your nails puncturing your own skin on your hips as you hold yourself. “Good girl, cum all over my fingers.” His fingers thrust in and out of you, going back to sucking on your nub. “F-fucking- idont- mmm…” You babbled consistently, not able to do anything else as your body squirmed the closer your orgasm approached. 

And as that wave hit, you were seeing stars. Your mouth held open, the air in your throat not even able to exit. Your cheeks are flushed and warm. 

And even as you cum he’s lapping up every ounce of it. Not letting any of it go to waste. 

As you calm down from what felt like a once in a lifetime ejaculation you lay there almost lifeless. Numb to his mouth that wasn’t letting up. “Claggor…” Your hands grasp at him, weakly shoving him away. “S-stop…” You whine. 

“Alright, angel.” He coos, going back up, kissing you sweetly as his hands worked on pulling his pants down. “Before I give you what you want… Tell me we’re not going to that dinner tonight.” He gazes down at you and suddenly the post-orgasm drunkenness you felt completely dispersed. Your eyes landing on him. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to go.” He tells you truthfully and you giggle. “Claggor… fuck me and I’ll give you an answer.” You wrap your legs around him and push him forward. His weight landing atop of you and you grin. “[Name], but I said-”

“Fuck, Clags. Please.” You interrupt him. 

He couldn’t deny you at that. Swiftly he pulls his cock out. Spitting in his hand before rubbing it on his member. “There we go~” You sing, mouth watering at the sight as he lifts himself back up to line up with your tight, glistening hole. 

He scoffs but still gifts you precisely what you crave and wish for. Sheathing inside of you, inch by inch. 

Your walls clenching and unclenching on him. He swallowed down roughly at the feeling. Still tasting you on his tongue. Once fully inside of you he keeps himself in place until you tell him to move. 

And as those words hit his ears he’s moving at a delectable pace. And as he does his hands roam all over you. Squeezing all over your curves. Getting to feel what he only thought he could imagine in his mind. Getting to experience it was something he had only wished for. 

Your smaller hands grasp onto his. Bringing them to your chest. His eyes were dark, glossed over as he admired every inch of you. Your eyes were shut, it was too much. 

“Look at me, please- wanna see your beautiful eyes.” He begs, squishing your boobs within his hands. Kneading and playing with them. You did as told, sheepishly smiling up at him. His heart fluttered and the only thing he could think to do is forcefully kiss you. Lifting your left leg over his shoulder. 

“Deep! ‘S deep, Clags!” You sob, claw at his arms. “Sh-shit! You’re really squeezing me, angel.” He groaned, this angle had him fighting for his life. 

“S-sorry…” You mewl, bringing your other leg over his other shoulder. Having a hard time keeping it in the air yourself. “Gonna cum soon, where do you want me?” He grunts as he asks you, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

“My mouth, wanna taste you.” You say, and seconds later you feel empty. Your hole gaping, clenching onto nothing. 

You hurriedly get off the bed, sitting on your knees, mouth open for him. Your own hand went to your pussy, swirling around your clit to reach another high. Your eyes were closed as you await Claggor. 

Tongue on display, he jerks himself off. “O-oh fuck!’ He crumbles forward as his semen spurts out. Velvet ropes of cum splattering your face. Barely hitting your tongue where it was supposed to go. 

At the same time your body trembles at your own orgasm. You smile as you lick up the cum around your mouth. 

As he catches his breath, he looks down at you. Now embarrassed at what he did as his ejaculation was in your hair and all over your beautiful face. Your already drenched fingers go and wipe at some of it. Putting it in your mouth and you sucked on them. 

“T’s real good.” You inform him, standing from your spot and plopping down on the bed. He joins you with a huff. “Sorry, gonna have to thoroughly wash that out.” He tried to pick it out of your hair and you laughed. “Guess we might miss that dinner then.” You say with a knowing smile and he perks up. He looks over at the time and it’s only 3. 

He knits his eyebrows together, confused. 

“I thought you wanted to go?” He quizzes and you shrug your shoulders. “Found something more worthwhile.” You press a lip to his cheek. Getting his nut onto his face. 

You were going to have to call Caspian, hoping that he has the same phone number and let him know you weren’t going to make it. 

[gojoest]

all i’m hearing is pregnancy!freak satoru this, pregnancy!freak satoru that. but what about pregnancy!freak reader?

the best way he could describe you these days was an insatiable cougar. yes, satoru enjoyed your eagerness at first. to be honest, it came so suddenly, but it wasn’t unwelcome, not at all. if there was ever a freak to walk the earth, it was your husband for sure.

funnily enough, it was how the two of you found out you were pregnant. was it the most romantic way to find out you were having your first child when your wife’s sex drive went from 0-100 in a matter of days? no. but it didn’t have to be cause he was having it with you.

things were more than amazing at first. he went home even more excited than before to see you, kissing your lips, and of course, your growing tummy, in greeting once he walked through the door. and every moment he spent at home was with his cock stuffed inside you.

satoru expected it all to die down after you gave birth, but as soon as one month was over (literally, you had it marked on the calendar. that must’ve been what the blue heart was for), you quite literally pounced on him. he almost choked when you whined how you wanted him to fill you up again as you rode him for an hour. but you just had the baby! maybe it was the hormones? it’d pass.

he’s never been more wrong. it didn’t stop. if anything, you got more persistent the more time went by and you didn’t fall pregnant.

it honestly drove him to the point that he found himself asking nanami if he could do his work, all so he didn’t have to come home to you jumping his bones — hopefully you’d be asleep by then.

the look nanami shoots at him is one of suspicion, cause gojo satoru doesn’t ask for more work—he avoids it. the blonde man readily declines, and satoru would plead, but his pride wouldn’t allow himself to stoop so low and he’d never tell nanami of all people that he’s avoiding his wife cause she wanted to get her brains fucked out so badly until he puts another baby in her.

he was worried for you. this wasn’t normal right? but then, he really thought about it. you were such a good mother, another wouldn’t hurt, would it? ;(

there was nothing wrong with his poor wife. you just wanted to be filled with his babies all the time, and who was he to deny you of such a simple thing? once satoru came home that night, he was the one who initiated sex, with the intention of putting a baby inside you by the time the sun rose in the sky.

the both of you spent the rest of the day and morning drenched in each other’s sweat and cum. it was clear that you were exhausted. and yet, he couldn’t stop thrusting.

you wanted another baby, and satoru could never say no to his wife.

i love how the tables have turned and now he’s trying to match her freak, not the other way around this is soooo good kjksksk finding out about the pregnancy bc you just won’t come off his cock and he finds himself secretly googling “my wife’s sex drive has increased”, when he sees one of the potential reasons being hormonal changes he quickly puts two and two together. it makes so much sense since every time you have sex he fills you up, of course you’d get pregnant

not him avoiding you bc his dick can’t catch a break 😭 a man can only get it up as much even if that man is gojo satoru 😭 as soon as he’s done with missions he needs to head back home for his night shift AHAHAH his wife is calling him for duty “if i don’t do my job right, she’s going to fire (divorce) me 😔” but then again he’s the only freak that can match your freak, and there is something so special and arousing about it to him. only he can give you what you need, no other man can handle you in this state. he has a little beast at home he needs to go and feed, make sure her belly is always full

[haleswallows]

DC x DP Dead Tired 'Fake Relationship' plot bunny

Alright, imagine me presenting you with this like a proud cat bringing you the hair tie I just murdered. (Anyone is welcome to add to this - to treat it like a prompt or to expand on it. Just, like, let me know so I can consume it with an unhinged fervor, thank you!)

Tim (no longer forever 17) finds himself in a bit of a situation. One being that he's really fed up with Dick and Barbara and Alfred and even Bruce being nosy. And why are they being nosy?

Because that's their love language. And also, because for some absurd reason Tim cannot discern, Dick got it in his head that Tim is lonely. Which, of course means everyone has accepted the mission to get Tim hitched.

Is it that Tim and Bernard broke up? Is it that Tim has gone stag to every charity gala for the last year? Is it that Bruce finally pulled his head out of his ass and made things work out with Selina? The world may never know.

What Tim does know is he isn't lonely. He's fine. Truly.

Enter Danny Phantom.

The ghost hero is interesting. Tim side eyes the guy pretty hard when he joins the Justice League. For a dead guy, he's pretty cheery and up-beat. Honestly, with all the quips & puns, he could have been a Robin in a past life.

Surprising absolutely no one, Nightwing and Phantom quickly become butt-buddies, joined at the hip, partners in crime. Tim is not jealous, no matter what Dick says. He has his own team, his own cases, CEO work, etc etc etc and even more etc. Great, Dick has a new friend.

Too bad for Tim, one of his cases overlaps with Phantom's 'jurisdiction'. No one will tell Tim what that means. No worries, Tim will find out. He always does.

Red Robin and Phantom team up. It goes... great. No grievous injuries, the case gets solved, Phantom takes the frankly disturbing relic of Red Robin's hands. Tim cares only in-so-far that the thing is out of Gotham and Phantom promises (so-signed by Batman? the actual fuck?) it will be safe and won't return to the human realm.

They're wrapping up in one of Tim's more 'civilian' passing safe-houses. Mostly because it was the closest, and Phantom said something about 'ley lines' and 'easier to open a portal'. Cool, whatever. Tim was going to burn this safe-house soon anyway.

Tim, as always, gets himself into trouble. Chronic Thinking Too Much Disease, they really ought to make a cure for it. He's reflecting, watching Phantom eat Cheerios right out of the box, sitting on the counter, looking like he belongs there. When the fuck did Tim get Cheerios?

There's no denying it. Tim liked working with Phantom. The guy is good in a fight, doesn't rely on his powers too much, and kept up with Tim. Not not physically, but intellectually. And he's shockingly earnest when he isn't being a trash-talking little shit.

So. Tim gets an idea.

"Hey," he says before he's even thoroughly thought it out, "we should date."

Phantom pauses, gloved hand suspended in the middle of shoving another handful of cereal into his mouth, wide eyed and gaping. Attractive.

"Huh?" he says, eloquently.

"Not for real," Tim scrambles to explain. "I mean fake dating. Just hang around some, be a bit performative, nothing out of masks. We can say we're taking things slow and break up. Nightwing keeps trying to set me up with a date. This will get him off my case."

"Oooooh." Phantom resumes inhaling cereal. Why a ghost needs to eat, Tim would like to know, but it's probably rude to ask. Slowly chewing, Phantom seriously thinks it over. "You know, the council has been bugging me too. About dating. This could work out for both of us."

Council? Tim would like to know why a council is interested in Phantom dating. So he asks.

Phantom sighs explosively. Finally, he sets the Cheerios down. "OK, so like, this is need to know basis only. I haven't even disclosed it to the League. And like, Nightwing only knows because he's my friend and the Observants crashed one of our mission and blew the lid."

Pulling a face, Phantom waves an arm in an arc over his head. A crown appears, spinning and shooting off beams of light like an Aurora Borealis.

"I'm the Ghost King. It's a whole thing, no I am not taking questions on it at this time. Well, technically, I'm the Prince of the Infinite Realms because I'm too young to take the throne. So, there's a council and a regent. Whatever, not important!"

Phantom claps, getting himself back on track. "What that means is there's a council and Observants that are really interested in my personal shit. Including who I date. But like, I'm enjoying my brat girl summer and being single right now, not that they care."

Tim blinks. Then blinks again, slotting the new information in place alongside everything he knows about Phantom. That's... something.

"That sounds annoying," Tim says, instead of one of the approximately 23 questions in his head that are quickly spawning more by the second. "Fake dating would solve both of our problems."

Because Tim is a professional, they make a contract. Phantom will remain Red Robin's boyfriend, since they're taking it slow and no secret identities will need to be disclosed. Tim doesn't ask why Phantom would have a secret identity... he's dead? Saves the question for the later.

Red Robin will remain Phantom's totally human badass vigilante boyfriend, since they're taking it slow and Tim won't be required to do anything in any capacity for the Infinite Realms.

Then they set boundaries. Date ideas, what they're comfortable with for PDA, how much they'll have to do to sell it.

"I mean," Phantoms says, again with a mouthful of Cheerios. "Clockwork monitors the timelines, so he definitely already knows what we're doing. And he hasn't intervened yet." When Tim gives him A Look, Phantom helpfully explains, "He only intervenes when I do something stupid enough that'll change the course of the multiverse. So," then shrugs, entirely too nonchalant for Tim's tastes.

"If Clockwork already knows, won't he say something to the council or the Observants?" The very Observants Phantom has guaranteed will pop in on Tim at some point. So Tim feels compelled to ask.

"Nah," Phantom says. He kicks his feet from where he's sitting on the kitchen table now, right at Tim's elbow. "He hates the Observants more than I do. I bet he loves this. He's always down to fuck with them."

Great. That's... great.

Nothing can go wrong, right?

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 [𝟏𝟐/𝟏𝟓] ⊹˚꙳⁺⋆₊･*❅

coworker!jungwon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, coworkers to lovers (?), a little angst but trust the process!!

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of course you'd be the one to organize your company's christmas celebration. and of course, out of all the people who could have teamed up with you, it just had to be jungwon.

the sweet, bubbly coworker, the sunshine of the team, who got along with everyone but you. you'd thought about it again and again but you couldn't pinpoint a specific moment when things might have gone wrong between you.

from the beginning, you'd been nothing but kind to him, and at first he had been the same. but somewhere along the way, something must have happened that made his responses shorter, his tone sharper and his presence around you rare.

it honestly made you sad. you hadn't just admired his work, you'd genuinely liked him as a person. he was someone you'd looked forward to seeing around in the office, until one day, he wasn't. he seemed to be the kind of person everyone felt comfortable to be around. just not you.

maybe that was why you hesitated as you stood in front of his office, telling yourself you would knock after mentally counting to three – except you had already counted to three at least five times and still hadn’t moved.

just as you raised your hand to finally knock, the door swung open, revealing the man in question who almost ran into you before he could stop himself.

"um... you need anything?" he asked, the cool tone of his voice contrasting his otherwise soft appearance.

he was wearing a loose sweater instead of his usual button-up shirt, his bangs softly falling over his eyes as he blinked at you in confusion.

you snapped out of it only when he awkwardly cleared his throat and took another step back to create a bigger distance between you.

"no, i was gonna," you started, only to hesitate again, not quite sure anymore what you had even come for. he raised an eyebrow, his expectant gaze making you feel like your silence was nothing but a big waste of his time.

"about the christmas event," you finally continued, "i was thinking we could, like, start to plan? or maybe decorate, i already bought everything. only if you have time of course! if not, i can totally do it alone and–"

"now is perfect," he interrupted, a little softer but still firm.

"yeah, no worries, i'll just let you know when–" you started, not having expected him to actually agree until his words finally settled in. "wait, what?"

the corners of jungwon's lip twitched slightly, almost as if he'd start to smile, but he didn't.

"i said now is perfect," he repeated. this time, it wasn't only his words that surprised you, but the sudden softness in his voice, almost the way he'd used to talk to you before whatever had happened.

you blinked at him, your expression blank, as he just wordlessly pushed past you and lead the way to the conference room.

by the time you caught up with his fast steps, he was already inspecting the boxes of decorations you'd hauled in earlier.

"do we really need all this?" jungwon asked without looking at you, as he carefully pulled out a garland and eyed it.

"absolutely!" you said defensively

absolutely not. you'd bought way too much stuff, a lot that you knew you wouldn't necessarily need but your childish side had told you otherwise.

as jungwon stepped on the small ladder and started putting up the garlands, you rummaged around in one of the boxes untily your eyes landed on the bottle of glitter that you'd (unnecessarily) bought to decorate pinecones with.

jungwon glanced at you from the corner of his eye once he stepped off the small ladder to grab another garland.

"careful with that," he said causually before turning around again to attach the next garland.

"duh," you replied as you kept on struggling to open the bottle, "careful is my middle name."

with one final tug, the lid popped off abruptly, the sudden pull causing at least half of the glitter to land in your lap and all over your blouse.

jungwon turned around as he heard the 'plop' and let out the tiniest chuckle at the sight of you half covered in glitter.

"and i was gonna say you might ruin your shirt with it," he said with amusement.

"too late," you murmured back, putting the now half-empty bottle on the floor and trying to rub the glitter off your shirt with a tissue – only to smear it even more.

jungwon hopped off the small ladder with a sigh, quickly pulled his sweater over his head to reveal the black tshirt he was wearing underneath, and handed you the sweater.

"you can wear that, or you can walk around like a shiny ornament for the rest of the day," he said when you hesitated to take it.

you took it, waiting for him to give you a reassuring nod and quickly went to the restroom to get rid of your glittery blouse and pull on his sweater instead.

when you went back to the conference room, jungwon shot you a quick look, his expression softening a little at the sight of you in his clothes.

the two of you continued to decorate and plan and you started to feel more comfortable as time passed and your conversation flowed more easily.

you didn't even realize how much time had passed until a sudden loud whistle of wind drew your attention to the windows. outside, the snowfall was so heavy that you could barely see beyond the endless flurry of white flakes.

you exchanged a quick glance with jungwon and grabbed your phone to check the time, only for it to ring with an emergency weather alert.

"guess we're stuck here for now?" jungwon asked after reading the message on his own phone.

you shrugged with a sigh, "i guess."

"i'll go make tea, you want some?" he asked, waiting at the door and heading to the kitchen after you nodded.

when he came back just moments later, his fingertips softly brushed against yours as he handed you the cup. you were both sipping in silence, the only sound the whistle of the wind and the steady hum of the heater, until your thoughts slipped out.

"what did i do that made you hate me?" the words rolled off your tongue before you could stop them.

jungwon looked up from his mug in surprise. he blinked at you for what felt like an eternity, until he finally replied, "i don't hate you? never did."

your eyebrows creased. "well, certainly something went wrong. else you wouldn't be like, i don't know. like this."

jungwon sighed, taking a long sip of his tea and staring at the half-empty mug in his hand.

"it's not that i don't like you," he began, adding an almost inaudible, "it's the opposite, actually.

"i guess, i felt–" a loud click interrupted him, followed by sudden silence as the heater in the corner stopped humming.

"great," you mumbled, instinctively tightening your grip around the warm mug.

"we can go back to my office, it should be warm there," he said, standing up and walking toward his office without another word.

he sat down on the small sofa in the corner and motioned you to sit next to him.

"y/n, you're great... at what you're doing," he added the last part awkwardly. "you didn't know they started comparing us? saying you're more efficient, more likeable. that you're the better version of me, basically."

your eyes widened slightly at his words. "who says that?"

"doesn't matter," jungwon replied quickly, "but i guess... it made me feel insecure. i know it's childish to let it out on you, but..."

he stayed silent for a while, before continuing, "no, actually i don't have any excuses. i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or like i hate you. i like you, really. like, a lot."

you looked at him in surprise, and for a moment, you didn't speak. the snow outside was relentless, the chill creeping into the room despite the warmth of his office and the sweater he'd lent you.

“you’re cold,” he said suddenly, noticing the way you’d pulled down the sleeves to cover your hands fully.

you shook your head, but he frowned, standing up and pulling a blanket out of one of his drawers. "i keep this here for when i stay late. here," without giving you a chance to argue, he shifted closer to you and pulled the blanket over both of you, his arm naturally settling around your shoulders.

only the gesture and his closeness – so close you noticed the soft scent of his shampoo – was enough to send a rush of warmth through you.

“better?” he asked, his voice tender.

you nodded, leaning into him just slightly.

the two of you sat like that for a while, and you just let him hold you close, his fingers tracing soft circles on your shoulder

“jungwon?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“hm?”

“i like you, too."

his arm tightened around you, just slightly, but enough for you to notice. he tilted his head down to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“yeah?” he asked softly, the corners of his lips curlig up into the faintest smile.

“yeah."

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[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to kiss: Starscream TFONE

I had fun with this~

Starscream's throne was his usual spot, and his knee, your usual perch. Since finding you wandering the wasted surface, dehydrated and near delirious, you had become a pet to the leader of the High Guard. He liked your sass, especially when it was aimed at Shockwave.

Said Purple bot was griping about one of Soundwave's cassettes scratching his plating.

"Aww, does Shocky want a kiss to make it better?" You tease. That single eye did a good job of expressing annoyance. You laughed, happy to have gotten a reaction. Starscream pokes your side to get your attention.

"What's a kiss?"

There was no way a species with lips that gorgeous didn't have kissing. The Language barrier had been not so fun to get around, but Soundwave managed to find a way to translate most thing. Assuming this was just a word that missed that translating, you press your fingers to your puckered lips.

"You know, like that, when you kiss another person.... uh, bot." He still gives you a questioning look, "Like, mouth to mouth? Mwah!"

Now he's looking at you with unease, "You humans smack your mouths together?"

You look around, seeing a decent number of bots with battle masks or in Shockwave's case, no mouth at all. They really didn't have kissing.

"No it's not just smacking them together." You hold up the back of your hand, thinking nothing of showing him a simple little kiss, "Like that. To show like, uh, affection, appreciation, or like..." You trail off, thinking how to explain deeper intimacy to him.

"Maybe you should give ME a kiss to show how much you appreciate being rescued by the High Guard." Starscream says with the same self-congratulating tone he tends to use. He looks down at you with those beautiful lips in a grin.

The shock only lasts a second before you stand up, "Alright, come here pretty boy."

"Pretty boy." He repeats in that tone that suspects you're insulting him. The Giant bot grabs you around the middle and starts making his way down the stairs and towards his private little room.

"It's a compliment!" You assure. He tosses you onto his berth, grabbing himself some energon and sitting back like a preening bird. He was pretty, despite living in what could arguably be squalor. At least compared to the tales of cybertron they have told you.

"Well?" He asks, "Come give your master a... Kiss." There is hesitation, making it clear Starscream doesn't know what he's asking for. He only knows that you said it showed appreciation, and he loved any sort of attention.

"I need to be close to your face." You point out, standing between his legs and starring up at his massive metal body.

"Better get climbing." He gave you another grin before sipping his energon.

Dick.

Taking a look, the best place to start climbing was the equivalent of his crotch. If they didn't have kissing, it was possible they didn't have sex. No less awkward for you. It was a bit of a struggle , but you managed to climb up on that. Silently cursing him each time he moved, or laughed when you would slip down. Eventually, you managed to get yourself sat on the edge of his red plating, still having to look up to meet his optics.

It's not often you're this close to his face. Able to see slight knicks and scratches on his helm, and the details of his optics. Despite the damage, he was still gorgeous. Like looking into the sun, you have to look away at one point. And kiss those gorgeous metal lips. It's why you're here after all.

"Well?" He asks as you just stare at his mouth, "Give your master a kiss then."

You lean closer, noting the way he flinches back at first. Optics narrowed as you press a small little kiss to the center of his lips. Soft metal, warm like the rest of him. Honestly, it felt like kissing a wall.

"That's it?" He sneers, "That's all you have to offer your savior?"

"Thrust was the one that found me..." you mumble.

"What was that?" His servo flexes.

"It takes a bit." You move to kiss him again, trying to get creative with it. You traced the shape of his intake with your mouth, peppering kisses across the seam that parted. Going lower to follow the edge of his chin, closer to his helm. He tilts his head, as if allowing you better access. You wonder if those cables lining his neck would be sensitive.

"Hmm." Starscream still sounded unimpressed. Maybe it was the size difference, not quite leaving an impact on him.

"I can stop." you lean away, only to be pushed back to where you were.

"No. Keep going."

Biting back the smile, you kiss the edge of his helm, "As you wish master."

[jjscrybaby]

no one hurts you.

rafe cameron x fem!reader | angst | (attempted sa, murder, rafe being the best bf ever🥰)

thankyou for the req anon! i switched some stuff up, i didn’t want to add a new character (rafe’s brother like you requested) so i used topper instead bc i hate that man����‍↕️

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

“Do you have to go?” You huffed, pouting up at your boyfriend as the two of you stood by the front door. You were covering it, arms crossed over your chest to try and stop him from going.

Rafe let out an amused chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a night, baby. We’ve spent longer apart.”

“Yeah, and when you came back you promised never to leave me again,” you whined, stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He just carried on smirking down at you, used to your behaviour after three years together.

You’d stuck by his side through everything. He got locked up, for four months after an incident with a Pogue. It was supposed to be three years, but a mixture of good behaviour and a lot of payments had him out early. It had been six months since he got out, and he’d matured incredibly. He didn’t pick fights anymore, he hadn’t touched a line of coke since before jail, and he was finally working a proper job rather than doing drug deals for Barry. You were utterly proud of him, until now.

He had a business meeting on the mainland, and he’d decided to book a hotel for the night so that he didn’t have to travel twice in one day. You were definitely unhappy with that decision, considering you hadn’t spent a second away from him since he came back home.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Top’s gonna come over later to hang out, and I’ll call you after the meeting. Now be a good girl and stop pouting, if this deal goes well I’ll buy you that necklace you keep lookin’ at,” he stated, making your pout vanish.

You grinned up at him, nodding your head. “Mkay. Promise you’ll call?”

“Promise,” he murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. You tried to keep ahold of his shoulders to stop him from pulling away, but he just smirked and eased you off of him. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”

“Bye,” you mumbled, another pout appearing on your lips as you realised he was actually leaving.

He patted your cheek, giving you one more fleeting kiss before he walked out the door. You didn’t move from the doorway until he’d got into the car and driven away, waving at you as he went.

You spent the majority of the day trying to distract yourself, watching rom-coms, cleaning up the house, making dinner. It was six pm when the doorbell rang, you’d honestly forgotten that Topper was coming over so when you opened the door to see him stood with a bottle of wine and a six-pack you were shocked.

“Oh, hey, Top,” you greeted, moving out the way to let him in. “You didn’t actually have to come, I’m okay by myself.”

“Rafe wanted me to stop by,” Topper shrugged, giving you a charming smile as he walked further into the home that you and Rafe had recently purchased (or Rafe had purchased and you just came along). “I can leave, if you don’t want me here.”

“No, no. The company would be nice.” It was the truth, you weren’t used to being alone and you’d started to go a little crazy with the amount of movies you’d watched.

Topper had been Rafe’s good friend for awhile, but since Rafe got out of jail and became a better man they didn’t hang out as much. Topper was still pretty immature, partying as much as he possibly could, hooking up with random chicks and texting Rafe details he didn’t need to know. He was also still big on the drug use, and Rafe knew he couldn’t be around that. But, no matter what, they were close friends, and he trusted him to take care of you.

“Cool. I brought you some wine, know you aren’t a huge fan of beer,” he teased, holding the bottle out to you.

You tilted your head, accepting it with a cautious smile. “Didn’t realise we would be drinking.”

“Yeah, well, I figured you’re probably grumpy with Rafe gone and a drink could loosen you up.” He winked, trying to portray his words as a joke, but something about his tone made your chest tighten uncomfortably.

“Right,” you agreed with an awkward laugh. “Um, we can sit in the living room.”

You’d poured yourself a glass of wine, but you’d only had a few sips. Topper, on the other hand, had finished five out of six of the beers. You’d started off on opposite sides of the couch, but over the last half an hour he’d slowly edged his way closer to you. You’d noticed it, of course you had, but you were trying not to think anything of it. He was Rafe’s friend, he was here as a favour, you felt guilty for feeling so uncomfortable around him.

“I like that skirt,” Topper murmured, hazy eyes looking your outfit up and down.

“Um, thanks. Rafe got it for me,” you said, tugging it down as you noticed it had ridden up.

Topper’s fingers brushed against your skirt, your whole body tensed up. “It’s nice.”

“Thankyou,” you replied, trying to move away from him without it being noticeable. Except that was impossible, and he picked up on it immediately.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he faced you. You shook your head, giving him a shaky smile. “C’mon, have some more wine.”

You didn’t want more wine, you wanted to kick him out and go to bed, but he’d come all the way here, and he’d paid for the bottle, you felt rude to not drink it. You reached for your glass and took a few more sips, his eyes watching your every move.

“There we go,” Topper grinned as the last sip went down your throat, you grimaced at the sour taste and put the glass back down on the coffee table.

Another twenty minutes went by, Rafe’s meeting would be over soon and he’d promised to call. You wanted Topper out by then, so you could have a conversation without feeling like a bad hostess. You turned to him, noticing how his eyes were already on you.

“Um, it’s getting late…” you hinted, messing with your necklace.

“I thought maybe I could stay over.” Your eyes widened at his words, you were certain Rafe wouldn’t have suggested that. Him being here for an hour or two was fine, but for the night? You didn’t want that, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t either.

Before you could even respond, his hand landed on your thigh. Your words got caught in your throat, heart racing with anxiety as you stared down at his hand. His rings were cold against your skin, his thumb starting to rub circles into your inner thigh as he edged his hand higher and higher.

You jumped up, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “I think you should leave now, Topper.”

“What?” He laughed, looking up at you as if it was you that had done something wrong. “Seriously? I’m not going to tell Rafe, a’ight? You don’t need to worry about that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You exclaimed.

Topper stood up, towering over you with a scowl on his face. “Stop acting dumb. I know how you feel about me, I’ve seen the looks. I mean, shit, wearing that tiny skirt when you knew I was coming over.”

“I— I forgot you were coming, Top. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m happy with Rafe—” you started to ramble, hands growing sweaty.

“Bullshit!” Topper snapped, glaring down at you. “You want me, I know you do.” His hands landed on your hips, gripping so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. He leant down and tried to kiss you, which had you using all your strength to pull out of his embrace and rush out the room.

You ran all the way upstairs, to your shared bedroom with Rafe, and locked the door behind you. You sat by the window, breathing heavily with tears down your cheeks as you waited to see him leave. After twenty minutes of him yelling at you through the locked door, he finally departed. It was only once he was out of sight that you ran downstairs and locked all the doors and windows.

Rafe called you as you were pacing the bedroom, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up.

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It didn’t take a genius to notice you were acting off. It had been a week since Rafe returned, and you’d been jumpy, flinching every time he leaned down to kiss you, pushing him away when he’d try and initiate something, anything.

He was sick of it. At first he’d thought you were just being a brat because he’d left, figured you’d be back in his arms by the next day, but nothing had changed and he was starting to feel as if you weren’t even his girlfriend anymore.

“You comin’ to bed?” He asked, looking at where you sat on the opposite side of the couch; eyes hardly open as you stared at the tv.

“After this episode. You can go,” you mumbled. It was the same every night, you’d wait until he was asleep to crawl into bed even when you were falling asleep.

“Alright, enough of this shit,” he snapped, making you look over at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Why are you actin’ like this? Did I do somethin’?” He asked, begged, for an answer. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob. His anger faded and was replaced with panic, he moved so he was sat right up next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t,” you argued through a sob, covering your face with your hands.

He pulled your hands away, hands on your face to force you to look at him. “Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it, okay? I’m worried, baby. You’ve been bein’ so weird the last week.”

You thought you’d be able to get over it, thought maybe it wouldn’t bother you all that much, but every time you took a second to think you’d be reminded of what happened. Topper’s hands on your hips, the look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t want to tell Rafe, what if he was mad at you? What if he believed that you really had given Topper signs?

“Something happened when you were away,” you whispered shakily, big tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, you had to tell him.

“What happened?” He murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

“When— when Topper came ‘round, he…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “I can’t say it.”

His eyes narrowed, fear taking over. “What did Topper do?” His tone wasn’t soft anymore, it was angry, dark, you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since before he went to jail.

“He… he was touchy, too touchy, he tried to kiss me,” you confessed, feeling both relief and panic at the fact you’d finally told him the truth. “He was saying loads of stuff, about how he’s seen the way I look at him and that he knew I liked him. I promise, Rafe, I don’t know what he’s talking—”

“Hey,” Rafe cut you off, tone sharp. “Non of this is your fault, you hear me? I’m not mad at you, I’m not disappointed in you, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A sigh of relief left your lips as you collapsed into his chest, sobbing as you clung to him. He stroked your hair, mumbling praise into your ear to try and calm you down. Eventually, you exhausted yourself so much that you fell asleep against his chest. He lifted you up and carried you to bed, but instead of getting in beside you he grabbed his gun from the bedside table and left the house.

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When you woke up the next morning the space beside you was empty. Your head hurt from all the crying you’d done, your eyes felt heavy but you forced yourself out of bed. You walked downstairs, finding Rafe sat at the kitchen counter with an unfamiliar phone in his hand.

“Rafe?” You murmured tiredly, moving to stand next to him. He looked up at you, bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept a wink. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap.

“Hey, you sleep okay?” He asked softly, kissing your temple as he kept his eyes on the phone.

“Yeah… what’re you doing up?” You questioned. There was a look in his eyes, manic and angry. You ran your hand over his cheek, making his eyes flicker over to you.

“Listen, baby, I need you to do somethin’ for me. Somethin’ I promised you’d never have to do again,” he sighed.

“What is it?” You asked worriedly.

“If anyone asks, I was here, with you, all of last night,” he stated, making your eyes narrow in confusion.

“Were you not here all night?” You stared at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.

He didn’t get the chance, because the next thing you know your phone is pinging with a text from Sarah. Have you heard the news about Topper? Followed by: is Rafe okay?

“Rafe, what happened to Topper?” You asked shakily, looking between him and your phone.

“He got what he deserved,” Rafe replied bluntly. He leant in a kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I took it too far, I know that. But no one hurts you, no one.”

You should have been horrified, running from him or calling the cops, but you didn’t want to do either of those things. You leant in and pressed your lips to his, his arms around you tightening.

It was no secret that Rafe would kill for you, you just never thought it would actually happen.

[peachhcs]

semester recap → social media post

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

in light of me going through writing slump where i hate everything i write, i’ve complied a 3rd semester recap from everyone for you guys while i work through my writers slump 😇 enjoy!

au masterlist

samyhughes i love you michigan #3

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hannahduke YOURE SO UNREAL WOW

hannahduke CAN I BE YOU?

hannahduke love my roomie can’t wait for 5 more with you

| samyhughes I LOVE YOU HAN MWAH MWAH UR SO AMAZING AND I CANT WAIT TO LIVE WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

user1 wowwowowow

user2 every time she posts it gets better and better

lhughes_06 i almost liked this post.

| samyhughes what does that mean??

| lhughes_06 pic 4 🤨

| samyhughes you police me like a mom

| lhughes_06 and who else is supposed to make sure their little sister is posting appropriate instagram photos?

user3 she’s so gorg omg😫😫

user4 i wanna be her so bad

edwards.73 one more semester left😓

| samyhughes do not say that to me rn

markestapa what a great semester with baby hughes

| samyhughes such a fun semester with mark!

jackhughes i agree with luke i don’t like this post 🤨

| samyhughes can i liveee pls

user5 jack and luke being protective are so cute omg

user6 HAHA her and her brothers arguing in the comments

nick_moldenhauer fire semester

| samyhughes thanks for paying for my lunch everyday 😇

tyler___duke5 ew my sister made front cover

| hannahduke die

tj_hughes13 meow

| samyhughes meow

_quinnhughes wow you post a lot lowk

| samyhughes and you never post lowk

kayleighdocherty_ my babyyy you’re so cutie

| samyhughes so when are we going to cali together 😍

rutgermcgroarty every time u post i miss michigan more

| samyhughes come back pls

julianne_gelinas HOTTT STUNNING BEAUTIFUL AMAZING

| samyhughes MY BABY I MISS U

samanthaminnetian ur actually gorg wow

| samyhughes that’s literally u

danielle_minnetian jaw on the floor when i see u😍

| samyhughes i love u

emmagcooper so gorg samy!

| samyhughes i luvvv u emma

drewf2 omg i beat will to the comments YAS

| samyhughes LMAOOO

user7 what does one have to do to be a part of their friend group?

jacob_fowler24 yay will is in this post! but we can’t see his face 🤨

| samyhughes why does nothing i do ever please any of you

jameshagens_4 yeah you’re pretty cool ig

| samyhughes wow thanks hagens u too ig

aram_minnetian why r u soft launching will like we’ve never seen him before 😭

| samyhughes can u leave me alone 😭

graceccsmith adorable!

| samyhughes i need a reunion grace 😭

teddystiga_ why were we not included in this 🤨

| samyhughes we have no group photos

gabeperreault44 justice for my man😔

| samyhughes bruhhh at least i included him this time

ryan.leno_4 this is so michigan core✨✨

| samyhughes okk?

eklund_72 hey will’s gf!

| samyhughes hey will’s teammate!

thombordeleau_ is this what college feels like?

| samyhughes ok michigan alum

mackcelebrini wow why are there so many comments

| samyhughes honestly idk im running out of replies for everyone

beckettsennecke_ come back to anaheim :(

| samyhughes soon!

_willsmith2 HOW did all of these people beat me to the comments 😭

| samyhughes PLSS i have no idea 😭

_willsmith2 ur so gorg wow i love you

| samyhughes ur making me blush i love you

_willsmith2 fuck u look good

| samyhughes i miss u pretty boy

hannahduke casual 3rd semester post

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samyhughes BAEEEE

samyhughes love love love love love you

| hannahduke I LOVE U MY BAE

nick_moldenhauer hats off to another great semester!

| hannahduke best semester everrr

tyler___duke5 why didn’t u feature me

| hannahduke u said no to all of the pics i sent u :(

alyssa_duke so cute han!!

| hannahduke miss u alyssa come save me from tyler

| tyler___duke5 rude

user1 imagine knowing hannah duke wow

user2 need this kind of friendship

tj_hughes13 aesthetic

| hannahduke thanks tj

ryan.leno_4 this is such a hannah post

| hannahduke is that a bad thing??

| ryan.leno_4 no

julianne_gelinas actually adorable

| hannahduke i love u

aram_minnetian i like the 3rd pic

| hannahduke same i had to take a pic when i saw it

markestapa very casual

| hannahduke i really try

kayleighdocherty_ this is adorable han

| hannahduke 🥰🥰

edwards.73 what will u do without us next year 😔

| hannahduke probably have to keep samy from crying bc u and mark aren’t around anymore

user3 thinking about these people at michigan are like a person away from hannah and samy

emmagcooper love this!!

| hannahduke love u!!

drewf2 r u KKT girl now?

| hannahduke unfortunately no :(

jacob_fowler24 i like the sunglasses in pic 4

| hannahduke thanks fowler 🙌

gabeperreault44 is it casual now?

| hannahduke is emma making u listen to chappell roan?

| emmagcooper yes

_willsmith2 iconic hannah behavior

| hannahduke wow that means a lot coming from u will

jameshagens_4 wait ur kind of cool..

| hannahduke wait..u too..

teddystiga_ this goes hard

| hannahduke why thank u stiga

dylanduke25 wow ur at semester 3 already?? i feel old

| lhughes_06 tell me about it

gabeperreault44 first half of 3🎅

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ryan.leno_4 girlfriend alertttt

ryan.leno_4 damn where's my feature??

| gabeperreault44 sorry leno next time

| gabeperreault44 wait ur literally in pic 3

| ryan.leno_4 omg i didn't see me there

drewf2 i knowww emma picked all of these photos for you

| gabeperreault44 shut up

jacob_fowler24 aww he's so whipped

| samyhughes these comments are sending me

| gabeperreault44 i'm glad one of us finds them amusing 😐

aram_minnetian what a cutie 😍

| gabeperreault44 😍

_willvote good things so far

| gabeperreault44 u got that right

samyhughes wow this is so cutie gabe

| gabeperreault44 thanks samy!

user1 aww him and emma are so adorable

user2 i love this man sm

jameshagens_4 glad i made the cut

| gabeperrreault44 of course ❤️

teddystiga_ who knew u could be so aesthetic gp

| gabeperreault44 trying something new

michaelhagens_11 what a softie

| gabeperreault44 😔 why do i get shamed for posting my gf but will doesn't?

| _willsmith2 heyy don't bring me into this i already get enough from the guys

user3 anyone who hates this man will have to through me first

user4 men who post their gfs >>>

_willsmith2 good stuff gabo i miss u man

| gabeperreault44 miss u too smitty come back to boston

zeevbuium28 wow never took u for such a softie gp

| gabeperreault44 i have many sides

hannahduke wow emma u trained him so well

| emmagcooper i know 🤗

julianne_gelinas wait the ones with u and em are so cute

| gabeperreault44 thanks juli!

samanthaminnetian wow he's all grown up now

| gabeperreault44 🥲🥲

danielle_minnetian y'all are adorable aww

| gabeperreault44 🤗

emmagcooper i love you!!

| gabeperreault44 i love you more!

rutgermcgroarty looking good gp

| gabeperreault44 thanks rut hope pitt's been good to u

liliane_perreault so cutie g

| gabeperreault44 thanks lili i miss u

ryan.leno_4 that's all folks

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julianne_gelinas wow! i made front post for the first time in forever!

| ryan.leno_4 stoppp

julianne_gelinas i love u

| ryan.leno_4 i love u more

gabeperreault44 ok u stole my photo

| ryan.leno_4 i did not

user1 wow these hockey boys could not compare to the hockey boys by me 😭

user2 frrr who made these hockey boys so loving and willing to post their gfs??

drewf2 sickkkk stuff

| ryan.leno_4 frrr

_willvote year 2 cooking

| ryan.leno_4 facts they have no ideaa what's coming up

jacob_fowler24 glad i made the cut

| ryan.leno_4 u'll always make the cut j 😘

user3 i don't understand the way men respond to comments to one another

user4 the man lingo is crazyyy

_willsmith2 wow now i miss boston after seeing these posts

| ryan.leno_4 boston misses u smitty come home to us

teddystiga_ i guess i need to find a gf to post

| ryan.leno_4 there's plenty in the comments to go after

| user5 LMAOOOO ryan😭

jameshagens_4 gooodddd stuff lean

| ryan.leno_4 thanks hags 😎

michaelhagens_11 living loving laughing boston

| samyhughes this was a good one

samyhughes wow he posts more than hockey!

| ryan.leno_4 shut up

hannahduke i'm impressed with this photo line up

| ryan.leno_4 thanks?

rutgermcgroarty hell yeah lean miss ya

| ryan.leno_4 miss ya rut

emmagcooper i like the football field pic

| julianne_gelinas he took it on my camera LMAO

danielle_minnetian aww christmas pic!

| ryan.leno_4 u know it

samanthaminnetian these gfs for sure know how to train their bfs

| julianne_gelinas it's what we do best but i think samy's trained will the best

| samyhughes wow what a compliment thanks guys!

aram_minnetian how did my sisters beat me here 😭 u look freshhh lean tho

| ryan.leno_4 thanks aram 😍

zeevbuium28 hotttt

| ryan.leno_4 no u 😘

_willsmith2 felt left out of the semester recaps

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user1 awww samy's in his posts like every time

user2 WILLL he's so baby aww

gabeperreault44 samy first post again

gabeperreault44 do u ever not post her??

| _willsmith2 u were complaining about getting flamed and now ur flaming me jeez

| gabeperreault44 what i do best

ryan.leno_4 aww we miss u smitty

| _willsmith2 miss u guys too

drewf2 big things happening in sj

| _willsmith2 u got that right

_willvote what a cute candid of u guys

| _willsmith2 ikr 😊

user3 if samy and will ever break up again i'm never believing in love ever again

user4 i like how he makes sure to include his gf every post

lhughes_06 ok i can get behind this post for once

| _willsmith2 glad it's up to ur standards

jackhughes beastttt

| _willsmith2 👀

rutgermcgroarty fresh prince does it again

| _willsmith2 always working on it

zeevbuium28 wow i feel like i need to post now..

| _willsmith2 peer pressure

jameshagens_4 ur the king of posting gf in posts

| _willsmith2 is that my title now?

michaelhagens_11 hell yeah smitty

| _willsmith2 🔥

drewf2 such a good line

| _willsmith2 missing the bc one tho 🥲

jacob_fowler24 i wanna be u when i grow up

| _willsmith2 i'm flattered

eklund_72 wow i got a feature this time!

| _willsmith2 ofc u did 🥰

thombordeleau_ epic post w-2

| _willsmith2 thanks thomas!

tofff73 good half so far

| _willsmith2 agreed

hannahduke somehow u choose the best photos of samy to post and she doesn’t even need to ask😫

| _willsmith2 well she deserves nothing less

| hannahduke WOW someone find me a man like this

| julianne_gelinas yuppp they won

mackcelebrini so samy can make the cut but not me wow :(

| _wilsmith2 sorry mack :(

beckettsennecke_ wait now i’m jealous of these college posts :(

| _willsmith2 you and me both

samyhughes i love you ur so cute

| _willsmith2 i miss you :( come back to sj

| samyhughes soon!!

[oleandequill]

A Reflection of You in Blue (SG TFOne Fanfic)

Original TF:One Optimus Prime ends up in a TF:One Shattered Glass universe and meets that universe's Megatron.

The difference in their universes couldn't be more clear.

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Honestly, I wrote this fic for me and only me HAHAHA

Oh my god I love Shattered Glass so much and I really wanted to make the original tfone Optimus meet shattered glass tfone Megatron. Slight warning though that a lot of the stuff here is from my personal AU of a Shattered Glass TF:One. I'm happy to answer any questions if something is confusing. Just know that a lot of the references here are based primarily on the Fanclub Shattered Glass comics.

But yeah, I wanted to indulge myself a bit and write this fanfic hahaha.

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“Are the cuffs necessary?”

He tested the metal restraints, wincing as a bolt of electricity ran down his servos. Optimus sighed, dropping his servos back against his lap. His tired blue optics warily looked up at the mech beside him, anticipating the cannon that would press against his helm at any moment. Instead of pain, he could only feel relief as the cuts on his shoulder were slowly repaired. Those servos - familiar yet so different - that only ever inflicted injury, could now only heal. Optimus couldn’t even bring his processor around to acknowledge this. Well, he could hardly process… everything.

“Soundwave verified that what you said was true, but please understand that everyone is still wary of you.” The mech stood back, having finished the repair process. Optimus could feel the energon in his cables turn cold as his optics met the other mech’s. It was the faceplate that threw him off. He looked so much like him… but everything was different. Instead of the dull gray frame, black helm, and red optics that pursued him even in his dreams, this mech was a brighter white. Even the black accents he had weren’t imposing. “This is to keep up morale.”

Morale… Optimus would laugh if the whole thing wasn’t driving him insane. The Decepticons and morale? Every Autobot knew that Starscream would have murdered Megatron and vice versa if the two didn’t have the same aligned goal. Even then, it was a common sight to see the two trying to kill one another even on the battlefield. Shaking his helm slightly, he turned back to this universe’s Megatron. The mech stared back at him, not a hint of emotion in that singular blue optic (and that detail freaked him out more than everything else had). “I won’t hurt anyone here.”

“I trust you. You’re different from the Optimus Prime of this universe. I don’t mean just the paint job but in personality.” Aside from the missing optic, it unnerved Optimus how cold this Megatron’s voice was. He had gotten so used to hearing his name yelled across the battlefield in rage that he had already forgotten what D-16 had sounded like. Has he always sounded this empty? No, Optimus had fond memories of D-16, even if he had forgotten his voice. “I trusted you since you first opened your intake. The Optimus Prime of this universe never calls me Megatron.”

“What does he call you?” It was a redundant question but honestly Optimus didn’t know what else to say. What could he say? Just a few joors ago, he had been in Iacon with his fellow Autobots, and now he was a universe away where apparently Primus was evil, some Primes were warmongers, and he was the current reason for the civil war happening in Cybertron. Even more confusing, the Decepticons were actually good and trying to stop this universe’s Optimus Prime even though Primus had given him the Matrix of Leadership. He needed a long recharge after all this.

“I think we both know.” Megatron let out a tired vent, optic closing before suddenly approaching. Unable to help himself, Optimus flinched back, expecting a phantom punch towards his helm. He felt almost guilty as Megatron stopped. It would take some adjusting. Even if he did look different, Optimus couldn’t forget his Megatron - the mech who was nothing now but rage and vengeance. This universe’s Megatron didn’t deserve to be stared at with distrust, but he couldn't forget the cycles of fighting that had left their mark on him. “He never flinches.”

Megatron said quietly, and then he was gone.

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“My universe’s Megatron, even before he took on Megatronus’ cog, is a tankbot. Why do you have wings?” After finding himself stuck in this universe, Optimus spent most of his time by Megatron’s side, much to the suspicion of Starscream. Still, this Starscream (who was the leader of the Decepticons, and that did make Optimus laugh) had let it happen since Megatron had vouched for Optimus’ good character - and he needed Optimus nearby while he worked on a way to bring Optimus back to his universe. “And you’re a scientist! I’m not saying my Megatron is stupid, but… he wouldn’t…”

“There are many differences between your universe and mine.” Megatron stated impassively, hardly staring down from the equations he was pouring himself over. It had taken some time, but Optimus had come to find out that this Megatron was the Decepticon’s medic and scientist, with mathematics being a side passion of his. It was hard to process that the Shockwave wasn’t the mad scientist of this universe. Not that Megatron was mad, if anything, he had been nothing but apathetic around Optimus. “In your universe, your D-16 had resigned himself to the mines. I… A part of me could never.”

“That doesn’t explain the wings.” He knew he was pushing it, and he knew it really wasn’t what Optimus wanted to ask. It was that singular optic that continued to run in his processor. If this Megatron was a medic and scientist, why hadn’t he replaced it by now? Surely it wasn’t because he lacked the scraps or materials for it? Megatron finally looked up at him, and Optimus regretted trying to get the mech’s attention. Looking at that optic made him nauseous. “You still changed your designation to Megatron in this universe, so you must have Megatronus Prime’s cog.”

“I changed my designation because I admired Megatronus Prime, and to separate myself from my past.” The other mech scoffed out in irritation. It was the first emotion Optimus had managed to coax out of him. “As I said, our universes are different. Your Matrix of Leadership restored the transformation cogs of the cogless. Primus isn’t so kind in this universe. While he had granted us the return of energon, the transformation cogs were not restored. You said that your Megatron took Sentinel’s cog - which had originally been Megatronus’ - I did no such thing. Sentinel never even took Megatronus’ cog.”

“Then…?” He had considered the possibility that somehow Megatronus Prime had been a Cybertronian jet in this universe, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Optimus nearly panicked before Megatron had clarified he hadn’t taken Sentinel’s cog. The Sentinel in his universe had wings, and if everyone in this universe was different from who they were in his universe, had there been a possibility that Sentinel had been good? Optimus could hardly process the thought. Still, a part of him felt proud and slightly satisfied that Megatron hadn’t resorted to taking Sentinel’s cog. “If the transformation cogs weren’t restored…”

“There is one similarity you both share, it’s that you don’t know when to stop pushing and searching for information you shouldn't have, Prime.” The anger disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Optimus met the shocked look in Megatron’s optic, the mech surprised at his own rage. Megatron headed quickly towards the doors. “Understand this. When Primus… When your god has forsaken you, then sometimes you have to pave your own path forward. You can’t rely on a god that doesn’t care for you. Sometimes, you have no one but yourself.”

Then Megatron was fleeing out the door.

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“I’m sorry.” It was the first words that Megatron had said after their confrontation. Optimus looked up from the datapad he had been reading through. They haven’t had any luck in finding a way to send him back, so Optimus had busied himself by learning this universe’s history. It was hard though with the limited information (he wondered if there had been a deliberate erasure of the records…). He had nothing else to do, especially since Megatron had avoided him after the incident. “I lost my temper at you, and I think I owe you an explanation for my reaction.”

Before Optimus could object, the mech had already sat down beside him. Selfish as it was, Optimus wished Megatron had sat to his left, since at this angle, he could see the empty socket where Megatron’s left optic should have been. “As you know, during a war, desperate measures happen and it can’t be helped when energon is spilled. The Decepticons have never resorted to extreme measures in the same way our Autobots have and I’m sure in the same way your Decepticons have either. Except one. I’ve eradicated any trace of the technology so it could never be repeated.”

Megatron let out a weak laugh. “The other Decepticons were furious. Possibly the only time Starscream had turned his anger on me… It was unethical of me, but I think at the time, I needed to do it. I was still D-16 then, and I was still cogless. It was only a few astroweeks after we’d been banished to the surface by Optimus Prime. I had been sparkbroken and I thought I would die from the betrayal. It would have been selfish to do so, not when I knew that Cybertron couldn’t be left at the hands of a tyrant.”

There was a tense silence, and Optimus knew that Megatron was stalling. He should really tell the mech to stop. He wasn’t owed an explanation… but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Megatron went on, “You would know, I think, but it isn’t easy fighting a mech you once loved. I knew that if I wanted to take down the mad Prime, I would have to do something really drastic. I only ever tested it on myself. I would never let any mech undergo the process. The technology has since been destroyed. It’s for the best.”

Optimus looked down to find that Megatron had curled his servos into fists, and his face was contorted in pain. “I reprogrammed all the emotions I had ever held for my Orion Pax. I couldn’t separate him from the mech he had become, so I forced myself to remove the feelings I had for him. It shouldn’t have been done, but the mech who I had been - when I had been D-16 - couldn’t live knowing he’d been betrayed by the one mech he thought would always stand by his side. Now… Now all I feel for that Prime is apathy.”

Awkwardly, Megatron placed a servo on his shoulder, as if to console him before quickly running away. Optimus sat there, taking in the information. Apathy. Megatron felt nothing for his universe’s Optimus Prime. He could piece the rest without the other mech having to say it. He had run off after their confrontation because he had been scared. He assumed that since he was just a different version of this universe’s Optimus Prime, that he would feel nothing towards him too. Optimus’ thoughts didn’t stop there.

He couldn’t help but wonder if his Megatron would have done the same thing.

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“Your optic…”

The other mech stared at the wall, unable to meet Optimus’ own gaze. He had found out by accident. He had been reckless and left the Decepticon base during an ongoing battle. He had only wanted to help. While he had been on the battlefield, he had finally caught sight of his counterpart. Instead of the blue, this universe’s Optimus Prime was painted in purple. Honestly, they might have looked the same if it weren’t for the difference in color, but there was one difference that still scared him. The optics. One was red… and the other blue.

“You banished your D-16 to the surface. If I still had my emotions for this universe’s Orion Pax, I think I would feel jealous that you hadn’t hurt your D-16 so badly.” Megatron walked past him, giving him a look over his shoulder pad as if to check if he would follow. Optimus did. He had waited until Megatron had finished repairing the mechs that had been injured during the recent battle to ask him about his optics. Now they were both in the hallway outside the medical bay. The air felt tense. “Mine wanted to take away my optics.”

Optimus stayed silent. Honestly, what could he have said after hearing that? Never ever had he considered doing that to another mech. Not even his Megatron who wouldn’t hesitate to kill him! That lone blue optic stared up at him, waiting for his response but Optimus needed a moment to vent. He could never imagine… The more he learned about this universe’s Optimus Prime, the more he felt lucky that the Decepticons and Megatron in his universe weren’t that depraved in the processor. He could hardly believe that a version of himself would ever be capable of such brutality. “W-why?”

“If I refused to see things his way, then I didn’t deserve to see at all.” Despite the coldness and indifference in Megatron’s voice, Optimus could only feel the horror that the other mech must have felt when he could still feel emotions for what had happened to him. “He pinned me down. It was foolish to fight him without a cog but I needed to stop him before he caused more damage to Iacon. He didn’t take my betrayal well. He had taken out one optic before Starscream got him off me. Then, I fled with the High Guard.”

When his universe’s D-16 had shot him with a cannon, at least he had felt some remorse. At the end, Megatron had let him fall. Still, even after what his former friend had done… Even after the pain of betrayal Optimus had felt - how sparkbroken he had been at the loss - he would never have hurt Megatron that way. He couldn’t convince him, so he let him leave. From the way this Megatron spoke, it was almost as though he hadn’t been banished - as if his Optimus had wanted to keep him, even if it meant hurting him that badly.

“You don’t have to live like this, Megatron. You’re a medic. You could repair it yourself.” Optimus couldn’t understand why Megatron remained this way. That lone blue optic met his gaze, and in them, he could almost see the last remnants of affection that D-16 held for his Orion Pax.

“I keep it as a reminder of what I had lost, what I had chosen to do to try to forget, and…” Megatron gave him a sad smile. “As a hope that one day, he may be able to see through my optics, the way I couldn’t see through his.”

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In my actual SG TF:One AU, Megatron loses his arm because Optimus did axe it before banishing him. In this fic he's missing an optic and wasn't exactly banished mostly because I came across a really good fanart on Twitter and I couldn't stop thinking about it skksks