#ready for that discussion yet huh

[thinkinonsense]

SEVEN DAYS

x2!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: desperate!logan, eating reader out, fingering, squirting?

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the mission was only supposed to last for two days. forty-eight hours and he would return home to you. instead it was dragged out much longer than it needed to be.

logan wanted nothing more than to be home in your arms instead of a motel room alone, painfully hard, trying to tune out scott snore on the other side of the wall.

so, on thursday afternoon when him, scott, and storm returned to the mansion, logan wasted no time hunting you down. he could smell you the second he walked through the front door; you were in charles office. charles, hank, jean, and you were meeting to discuss a new experiment when logan bursts through the door.

"logan! pleasure for you to join us." hank announces.

your head snaps up from your scribbling to see that your lover has returned safely. he looked like a lion ready to pounce on a naivë little lamb.

"just came by to pick something up." logan answers, ignoring everyone else in the room as he made a b-line for you.

"hey, baby–"

within seconds, logan lifts you up over his shoulder and out of the leather seat. you squeal, dropping your notepad and pen. your kitten heels kick his abs as your squirm in his arms.

"logan!" you hiss, swatting his toned back as he turns around to walk out of the room, unphased. "what the hell! put me down!"

he ignores you, pulling down your dress to cover your behind from your co-workers. no one was shocked by logan's actions. the man wasn't a patient person by any means. they all watched as you left over logan's shoulder, face blushing with embarrassment.

when logan finally shut your guys bedroom door, he placed you down on the edge of your bed; yet to say a word to you. instead, he falls straight to his knees in front of you. his big callous hands, rubs the soft skin of your inner thighs, opening your legs.

logan couldn't help but moan when he saw the pretty lacy light blue panties you were wearing. you could see the neediness in his eyes as he licked his lips. before he can remove your underwear, you cradle his face in your much smaller palms.

"you alright, baby?" you ask, looking down at him.

similarly to a cat, logan rubs the scruff of his beard against your thigh, pressing his nose against the thin panties; inhaling the scent of your arousal. you run a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp softly before your fingers tugging on the kitten tuffs, making him whimper against your pussy.

"mhm..." he manages to say. "i missed you."

"aw, i missed you–"

"missed your scent, your lips, your mouth..." his words are muffled as he kisses you messily over the lace. "missed this fuckin' pussy so much."

you gasp when he pulls down the soaked material and moves back for a second to look at you. he spreads you apart with his thumbs, watching you twitch and clench at the cool air hitting your pussy. she was warm, wet, and welcoming to him. logan couldn't imagine a better way to spend the rest of his day.

"there's my favorite girl." logan smiles before spitting right on your button and latching his mouth onto you. you moan loudly as he talks to your pussy, acting as if you weren't even in the room.

"you've missed me too, huh, pretty girl?" he moans incoherently as his tongue runs over core.

it's a struggle to keep your eyes open but it was worth the sight of logan's head in between your legs. the noises he made with your slick were unbelievably lewd.

"must've missed me a lot." you giggle, trying to catch your breath as he wraps your legs around his head.

"you've got not fuckin' idea." he mumbles into your folds. spit and slick pooled onto the sheets that laid under you as logan feasted.

logan looks up at you and fears he might cum just from the image of you with your head thrown back, eyes rolled back and mouth slightly parted as you sing his praise of 'right there, logan!', 'such a good boy for me'.

the 'good boy' comment threw logan's mind into a frenzy. he needed to hear you. he needed to be surrounded by your presence. two of his fingers dip into you, fast and rough. your thighs squeeze his head, threatening to pop it right off his body.

there was no time to warn him before your high hit. logan slurped up every bit of honey you had to offer him. you reach down for the hand that wasn't busy locating your sweet spot and place it on your tit. logan could feel your heartbeat and it only sent him further on his spiral, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting that spot that made you see fireworks.

"i c-can't, logan" you mewl, wiggling back from logan's tongue. he catches you, latching back onto your button. "it's too m-much!"

"she's takin' me just fine." his voice is muffled against you in the dirtiest way possible.

the pressure builds in your tummy. there were no words in your brain at this point, moaning and babbling about nothing.

"that's the spot, huh?" he groan, smirking up at you. logan's fingers twist up, slamming against that gummy spot deep in your walls.

the motion caused you to let out more slick than you ever had before, gushing on logan's face. you can hear him curse as he licks you clean.

“it’s only been seven days, you know?” you giggle, trying to catch your breath.

he climbs up your body to capture your lips, letting you taste yourself. you moan into his mouth, as logan grinds down on you, needing more.

“seven days too long, sweetheart.”

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

a/n: just something short n sweet before i post part 2 of dad!logan x teacher!reader <3

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Persephone 2.0

(Somehow, even when I come up with an angsty scenario it turns into zany comedy hijinks. Send help.)

Cassie, Tim, Kon and Bart are hanging out, just chilling, when a glowing green minotaur pops out of nowhere and yoinks Wonder Girl into another dimension.

Obviously, Cassie is so not down with the whole kidnapping thing, so she starts beating up all the Greek mythological monsters in sight. Soon enough, Pandora pops out of the woodwork and orders everyone to stand down.

Pandora: *sigh* I ordered you to escort her here, not drag her kicking and screaming. Ugh, it's impossible to hire competent help these days. Come child, we have much to discuss.

Cassie: Uh, it's an honor to meet you ma'am, but why am I here?

Pandora: It's quite complicated I'm afraid. To make a long story short, a few years ago the tyrannical ghost king was defeated by a young ghost hero, and by right of conquest the crown passed to him. However, since he has not yet reached the age of majority a regency council was put in place until he is old enough to be formally crowned.

Cassie: What does that have to do with me?

Pandora: You see, your father, Zeus, wishes to make an alliance with this new power...

Cassie: Oh no

Pandora: ...and so he has offered your hand in marriage to the young prince, as he once did Persephone's to Hades.

Cassie: That fucking asshole!

Pandora: And the regency council has accepted on the prince's behalf.

Cassie: *cracks knuckles* So, what's your opinion on patricide?

***

When Cassie meets Danny, she fully expects him to be some pompous asshole.

Danny: I am so fucking sorry!

Cassie: Huh?

Danny: *wrings hands* I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess! This was not my idea! But the council are a bunch of stuck-up jerks who think this is for the good of the realm and...

Cassie: So the wedding is off?

Danny: Well... unfortunately Clockwork is the one who floated the idea? And he only gets directly involved if it's like, end of the world kind of stuff...

Cassie: Who's Clockwork?

Danny: The Master of Time. He uh, helped me prevent a potential future where my soul got merged with that of my arch-nemesis and I miiiight have wiped out all life on Earth. But uh, that timeline is gone and you don't have to worry about it!

Cassie, muttering: Chronos?

Danny: So I think we might be stuck with each other, unless you have an idea on how to get out of this?

Cassie: Well my friends are bound to come rescue me, so...

Danny: Stall?

Cassie: Stall.

Queen Dora, popping in with a dozen handmaidens, a measuring tape and hundreds of dress and fabric samples: ~ Who's ready for a makeover? ~

Cassie: Oh gods just kill me now

***

Cassie and Danny both go full Bridezilla in an effort to delay the wedding, nitpicking everything from the clothes to the flower arrangements.

Cassie: I am not wearing some poofy monstrosity to my wedding. I want a tux! If anyone's gonna wear a dress it's gonna be him.

Danny, posing in front of a mirror: What do you think, can I pull off a mermaid cut?

***

Eventually, they can stall no more and the day of the wedding arrives. Zeus is there to give her away as the father of the bride. Cassie tries to stab him with the cake topper.

The wedding proceeds, they are standing in front of the Observant who is officiating. Cassie is glaring murderously at Zeus. Danny just looks resigned. Suddenly, there's a loud screech and a bang. The team has arrived to crash the party...!

...by literally crash landing the stolen Specter Speeder on top of Zeus.

*smash cut to a flashback of Tim reading the Drs Fentons' research and breaking into Fentonworks*

Tim, Kon and Bart pop out of the smoking wreckage.

Tim: We object!

Observant, outraged: On what grounds?!

Kon: Wonder Girl can't marry the ghost prince, because... because I'm marrying her!

Tim and Bart: Wait what?

Danny: Oh thank fuck *rips off his veil and dress and chucks it at the Observant* Cassie, do you want to marry Superboy?

Cassie: I do!

Danny: Then by the power vested in me by the Crown and Ring, I now pronounce you Super and Wonder. You may kiss the bride or whatever.

Cassie dip kisses Kon in front of the assembled ghost citizenry. Tim and Danny disappear into a broom closet during the wedding reception. Bart demolishes like 90% of the buffet by himself.

***

In a dark room, Clockwork is repeatedly watching Zeus get pancaked in slow motion and chuckles to himself.

Roll Credits

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

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Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[little-jana]

Papa Bear Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!wife!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy, light teasing, overly protective behavior, use of Y/N, (Jack is not mentioned)

Words: 2k?

Summary: The team is onto your secret, because Hotch is becoming extra careful with you at work...

Aaron Hotchner wasn’t exactly known for being loud and obvious. You’d gotten used to the small, quiet ways he expressed his emotions—an encouraging glance across the bullpen, a quick touch on your back as you passed in the hall. But now? Now, it was like a switch had flipped.

It had only been a couple of weeks since you found out you were pregnant, and Aaron had gone into full-blown “Papa Bear” mode. He was constantly checking on you, making sure you were eating, sleeping, and avoiding anything remotely stressful. And while you loved him for it, you were starting to worry that the team might notice.

You hadn’t told them yet. You wanted to wait until you were further along, but that was proving to be a challenge—mostly because Aaron’s protectiveness was starting to verge on the obvious.

It started that morning when you walked into the bullpen with a coffee in hand.

“Y/N,” Aaron said, his voice sharp as he appeared beside you.

“What?” you asked, blinking up at him.

He reached for the cup in your hand, frowning. “Decaf, right?”

You hesitated for a split second too long.

“Y/N.” His tone was softer now, but the warning was clear.

“Yes. It’s decaf,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He gave you a look that said he didn’t entirely believe you but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he took the cup from you and sniffed it like some kind of coffee detective.

Behind you, you heard Emily stifle a laugh.

“Something funny, Prentiss?” Aaron asked without looking up.

“Nope, nothing at all,” she said, though her smirk was impossible to miss.

The team’s suspicions only grew during the briefing. You were discussing a new case—a string of robberies that had turned violent—and Aaron’s focus was split between the case details and you.

“Y/N, you’ll stay back at the station to coordinate with local law enforcement,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“What?” you blurted, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Because I need someone I trust handling communications,” he said evenly.

You glanced around the table, noting the raised eyebrows and exchanged glances. Derek looked like he was about to burst out laughing, and JJ gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Sure,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Whatever you say, boss.”

Aaron nodded, clearly satisfied, but you could feel the team’s eyes on you as they filed out of the room.

Later that day, you were sitting at your desk when Derek sauntered over, leaning against the edge of your desk with a grin.

“Okay, what’s the deal with Hotch?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said. “He’s been hovering over you like a hawk all day.”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe he’s just being thorough.”

“Uh-huh,” Derek said, clearly unconvinced. “And maybe I’ll win the lottery tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Emily joined you, her expression equally amused.

“He made you stay back at the station,” she pointed out. “When’s the last time Hotch did that?”

“Never,” Derek answered for you.

You sighed, realizing there was no point in arguing. “You guys are reading too much into this.”

“Sure we are,” Emily said, smirking.

By the end of the day, you were ready to collapse. Aaron had insisted on driving you home, despite your protests that you were perfectly capable of getting there on your own.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Aaron asked, sitting beside you.

“I’m fine,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just tired.”

He frowned, his hand brushing over your knee. “You need to rest more.”

“I will,” you said, smiling up at him. “You worry too much, you know that?”

“Can you blame me?” he asked, his voice softening.

You shook your head, your heart swelling at the concern in his eyes. “No, I can’t.”

The next day, the team’s suspicions reached a breaking point.

You were in the conference room, going over the latest case updates, when JJ leaned over and whispered something to Emily. Both of them glanced at you, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” JJ said quickly, though her smile gave her away.

Aaron shot them a warning look, but that only seemed to fuel their amusement.

“I swear, you guys are acting weirder than usual,” you said, shaking your head.

“Us?” Emily asked, feigning innocence. “We’re not the ones acting weird.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Aaron said, his tone firm.

The room fell silent, but you could see the team exchanging knowing looks.

Later that evening, Aaron and I were sitting on the couch at your place, dinner plates balanced on your laps.

“I think the team’s onto us,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“They don’t know anything,” Aaron said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“They’re profilers, Aaron,” you reminded him. “They know everything.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I just don’t want them to find out before we’re ready to tell them.”

“I know,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I don’t think we’ll be able to keep it a secret much longer.”

He was quiet for a moment before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out,” he said.

A week later, the truth finally came out—not because you told them, but because the team cornered us in the bullpen.

“We need to talk,” Derek said, his tone serious but his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Aaron and you exchanged a look, and you could tell he was debating whether to deny it or come clean.

“What is it, Morgan?” Aaron asked, his voice calm.

“It’s about Y/N,” Derek said, crossing his arms.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

“We know something’s going on,” Emily added, her gaze shifting between the two of you.

Aaron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What exactly do you think is going on?”

JJ stepped forward, her expression softer. “We think… you’re expecting,” she said gently.

The bullpen fell silent, and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

Aaron reached for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re right,” he said finally. “We’re having a baby.”

The room erupted into a mix of cheers and congratulations, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their excitement.

“You guys are impossible, you know that?” you said, shaking your head.

“Impossible, but right,” Rossi said with a grin.

As the team continued to celebrate, you looked up at Aaron, your heart swelling with love and gratitude.

This wasn’t how you planned to tell them, but as you watched your friends and colleagues sharing your joy, you realized it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Your little family was growing, and you couldn’t wait for the adventure ahead.

[teapartyprincess4two]

Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[kaechu1]

Hermes x noble!reader

note: this fic takes longer than it supposed to be soo...and this is for my pookie @plushiesssforcrying HERE YOU HAVE IT NOW LET MY FAMILY GO!

warning: ranged marriage, mommy issues? idk but the mother being an ass.

pronounce: this was supposed to be gender neutral but now it's fem reader!! i didn't even notice until i read it

it was early in the morning when [y/n] decided to wake up and get herself ready for the day, her mother tells her there's something important she want to discuss with her so she make sure she wake up early.

[y/n] was excited thinking it's just her mother rewarding her again for doing great with her studies or for taking good care of her little siblings like always.

but she wasn't ready to hear what she meant.

as [y/n] sit from her bed and straight to her closet to choose something to wear she heard a noise coming from her balcony. she smile softly as she didn't even need to turn her head to know who was standing there.

"visiting me so early, huh hermes?"

said [y/n] as she continue looking through her clothes for something to wear as she hear his little cheeky giggles behind her.

"how couldn't i? you know i miss you my darling" says the god as he enters her room and starts walking towards her "why didn't you miss me?~"

[y/n] giggles as she turn her face to him, seeing how the sun kissing his face so beautifully "you know that's not true, i always miss you." says [y/n] as kiss his cheek before going back through her closet

"i know darling, no one can reset my charm~"

"you're so full of yourself"

"but you love it, don't you!~"

"yes, i do"

[y/n] giggles softly as hermes wrap his arms around her waist from behind as he rest her head on her shoulder. "feeling comfortable i see?" [y/n] say softly. "how can't i? you're so soft and tiny compared to me" said hermes as he giggled again feeling the room with his silly and cheeky giggles.

"I'm happy you're feeling comfortable love , but i need to go, my mom wants to talk to me about something important this morning. i think it's another reward for doing great in my studies" said [y/n] happily as take one of the dresses in her closet and push Hermes away slightly.

"and don't you have messages to send anyway?" said [y/n] as she smirk looking at hermes who look a little bit disappointed

"well, yes but i thought I'll check on you first and who knows, maybe I'll get a little kiss in return~" says hermes as his smirk finds it way back to his face as he bends a little so his face was in front of hers.

[y/n] sigh softly as she chuckles "okay you'll have your kiss, but you need to go. don't want anyone to see you here okay?"

"sure sure, don't worry darling. no one will know that [y/n] the daughter of the wealthiest nobles is kissing and making out with a god~" he said before his smirk get wilder as his voice dripping with sarcasm.

[y/n] giggles softly before she get closer cupping his check pulling him closer as their lips finally meet. hermes didn't waste anytime as he hold her waist pulling her even closer as their kiss got deeper.

but before anything else happened, [y/n] start hearing sounds of steps coming closer to her bedroom door. she quickly push Hermes breaking the kiss. "someone is coming you should go, now!"

"[y/n], are you still sleep?"

[y/n] jump as she hears her mom calling her from behind her door as she knock on it. "you should go Hermes, now!" [y/n] said quietly as she didn't waste anytime and start pushing Hermes to her window again "but we didn't even finish kissing!" said hermes quite as he stood outside her balcony.

"we'll continue it later, now if she enters and sees us, we're done!" hermes just sighs as he looks disappointed. "fine... but you own me!" says hermes as he gets his fret off the ground ready to head off "sure sure love, just go now. bye"

said [y/n] before waving to hermes as she close her window. and then her door open. "[y/n], why didn't you answer me when i knock? and why aren't you ready yet?"

"m.. mother i was just getting ready before you knock, I'll be ready just give me seconds" [y/n] said as she smile nervously hoping her mother won't suspect anything.

her mother on the other hand either didn't notice or didn't care enough to bring it up."we're waiting for you, get ready and come to eat breakfast"

"sure mother!"

then as the door closed [y/n] sigh deeply as she sit on the ground calming herself down for few seconds before she decided to stand up and start getting ready.

as [y/n] start walking down the stairs she sees her her siblings and her mom and dad, and she she start walking towards her seat her father voice stops her. "[y/n] my dear, why won't you come?"

[y/n] was confused at first but she didn't ask as she go and dit beside her father as he start petting her head. "you've grown so much my dear." said her father softly as he look at her with caring eyes.

[y/n] blush a little at her father sudden affections towards her but she didn't ask anything. "yea you know, I'm aren't the same little girl you used to know, im all grown now!" said [y/n] as smile at her father.

"i know my dear, that's why me and your mom have decided something..." said her father as he looked at her mom waiting for her to say it. [y/n] was confused at first but then it hit her.

"me and your father decided to marry you to one of our noble friends son"

suddenly everything was silent. [y/n] froze in her place as she look at her mother with wild eyes before she turn to look at her father "what.."

"listen dear i know this isn't what you expected but believe me, it's going to be great! I have known this friend for a long time and his son is such a gentleman, he'll treat you right, i promise you my dear!"

[y/n] just look at her father for few seconds before the realization hit her. "you marry me off to someone without even asking if i wanted that!?" [y/n] stand up as she slam table look at her dad

"you don't get a say in anything, it's not about what you wanted, it's about what is the best for you and this family"

[y/n] just stand there staring at at her mom for few seconds in disbelief before she felt her father holding her arm, trying to comfort her "[y/n] dear, why won't you sit down so we can talk like fa-"

"No I'm not! because you guys clearly do not understand how fucked up that is!" she cut him off as she raised her voice as the whole table went silent, not even a single move.

"you better watch your tongue young lady, we already decided so yelling won't solve it, so i suggest you sit down and act like a lady"

said [y/n]'s mother as she continues eating her food like nothing really happened or like she doesn't really care.

[y/n] couldn't take it anymore. she push her chair as she strom out the room running towards the stairs to her room.

[y/n]'s father try to follow her, to make her calm and listen but his wife voice stops him "leave her. she'll understand it by herself. she's a smart girl after all."

her father hesitates for a second but then he sighs deeply as he sits back down. "i hope you're right.."

"I'm always right."

as [y/n] strom to her room she enter as she slam the door close as she sit behind ut and start letting her tears out. she can't believe that her own parents did this to her, the same people who promised to love her snd protect her. and now they're marrying her to someone else.

someone she doesn't love.

how will she face this? how will she face... hermes.

as the thought were running through her mind, she heard a familiar sounds coming from her window. oh fuck this is the worse timing..

"my darling im back~ did you miss m-" Hermes though was cut short as he sees his lover sitting on the ground with her eyes full of tears and messy hair. he had never seen her like this. and he wished he would never have to.

"[y/n]... are you alright? why are you crying?" says hermes as he rush to sit in front of his lover as he cup her face brushing her tears away with his thumbs.

"did someone hurt you? just tell me who, I'll make them pa-" as the god starts to get frustrated, his lover stops him mid track.

"no Hermes! It's my parents, they marry me to some of their noble friends.." [y/n] suddenly snaps as she couldn't keep it in her anymore. "i try to tell them that's not what i want but they wouldn't listen... i don't want to marry anyone.. i want you Hermes.."

the god stays silent as he hears his lover pouring her heart to him, as tears continue to go down her face non stop like a waterfall. but he doesn't say a word, just continues holding her checks as he tries to brush her tears away.

the room felt quiet with only the cries and the soft sobs of his lover felling the room. he just stared at his lover for a few seconds before standing up again.

"I'll be back, stay here and wait for my love"

as the god was heading to the window where he came from his lover followed him as she held his hand with hers.

"please Hermes... they're still my parents.. please don't do anything to them, I'm begging" says [y/n] as she look down still holding her lover hand. as much as he hated all this, she don't wish for her parents to be hurt.

Hermes turns around as he cups his lover check again with his hand as the other one holds her hand back rightly. he then makes her look straight into his eyes. his loving and caring eyes.

"don't worry my love, I'd never do anything to hurt you or your family. just stay here okay? I'll be back soon i promise"

he said before kissing her forehead as he disappeared from her sight in godly speed.

[y/n] was laying on her bed as the thoughts were running through her mind again. it's been hours since hermes left and she start to get worried.. not about him but about what he's capable of doing..

he could curse this whole island if he left like it.

but [y/n]'s thought were cut as she heard knocks on her door. is it her father again? she already refused to talk to him and pushed him away 5 times in the past few hours..

"[y/n]! open the door right now you need to hear about this!" to [y/n] surprised it wasn't her father but her younger sister. Eliana was one year younger than her and they're the closest out of their siblings.

"Eli please leave, I'm not in the mood for anything." says [y/n] as she sigh deeply not wanting to talk about anything at the moment.

"[y/n] your marriage have been cancelled!!" Eliana said from the other side of the door which makes [y/n] jump from her bed.

cancelled? CANCELLED?? even the god of truth couldn't convince her that was true.

she didn't waste any time as rush to her door opening it to come face to face with her sister.

"tell me everything."

"you mean to tell me that they just... cancel it? without reason just like that??"

"pretty much yea, my father even said that the noble was terrified and refused to talk and even demanded that him and my father cut things off" said Eliana before she put another fruit in her mouth.

[y/n] was sitting on her bed staring at her sister who was eating the fruit that was on her desk with shocked.

but how? and why so sudden- oh.

it was Hermes wasn't it?

"anyway dear sister you better thank god that he refused, i heard that he's an asshole towards women" wow. how shocking, a noble who's an asshole, once every full moon. [y/n] thought as she roll her eyes.

"and my mom told me not to tell you this so you didn't hear that from me! yeah i better go before she suspects my disappearing, byee" Eliana said as she left but not before taking the fruit plate with her leaving [y/n] with her thoughts.

[y/n] sigh before going after sister to close the door behind her. and as she did she hears a familiar giggles coming from behind her. the same giggles she love and adore.

"heyy sweetie I'm back~" said hermes as he stood behind her looking as happy as ever, as if he just won some kind of prize, and maybe he did. the prize was you.

"hermes, what did you do this time?" said [y/n] as she turn with her arm Crossing looking at her lover. shes trying her hardest not to chuckles at her lover silly face.

"what? i didn't do anything what are you talking about?" said hermes acting like he never did anything wrong in his entire life.

"hermes? did you traumatize my suiter away?"

"what?? i would never do such a thing!" said hermes with yelp and hand on his chest as if your words wounded him deeply. what a play.

"are you sure?" said [y/n] before she finally let out a soft laugh as she start walking towards him. then she stops infornt of him as she cup his face "hermes?"

Hermes blushed as he leaned into his lover's hand "okay maybe i did something, not not much! i just sent a little... message." said hermes as stare into his lover's eyes for a few seconds admiring them, before he left her up and started swirling her around the room.

the room was now filled with nothing but their laughter and happiness for the moment before he stopped as he held her tightly to him as if she could disappear if he left her, as he rest his forehead on hers closing his eyes enjoying her laughs.

[y/n] smile wildly as she close her eyes resting into her lover arms. that's all she ever wish for, for moments like these with her lover, no thought, no anything. just her and her lover enjoying each other. oh she would trade the world for these moments.

for a few moments they didn't say anything, just enjoying each other's warmth in silence. well at least that's what they thought.

"you still owe me for cutting off our making out session last time!"

"hermes!!"

note: fuck this fanfic man. if there's anything wrong then just ignore it im not touching this fanfic ever again. this fic cause me my mental health so you better like it.

[sunshinesfreckless]

Non-Disclosure Pregnancy

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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: How do you confront the man who got you pregnant when you signed a piece of paper that specifically told you to stay quiet?

A/N: I had this thought while rewatching Nana… when I saw this weird creature called Takumi becoming a father, and I just thought, hell yeah, I got an idea. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed—it was just a quick short story in my notes app again.

Warnings: I don’t know, man. Mentions of condoms and sex?

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She could still feel the small plastic stick in her hand. How the two plus signs stared back at her. How, despite their pale colors, they had burned themselves deep into her mind.

Positive… positive… po—

“Miss Y/L/N,” the receptionist called.

Y/N looked up.

“The doctor is expecting you.”

Y/N grabbed her bag and jacket and stood up.

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“Congratulations, Miss Y/L/N…” The doctor smiled as she handed her the document, confirming it once again. Positive. Y/N looked at the doctor, who immediately noticed the lack of enthusiasm. “We can discuss your options… in case you’re not ready to become a mother,” the doctor said cautiously. Y/N remained silent.

“Adoption… surrogacy… abo—”

Y/N shook her head.

“I… I’m not sure yet, you know?”

The doctor nodded understandingly.

“Problems with the father?”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh.

“Yeah… yeah, something like that.”

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She put on her jacket and glanced over at the pregnant woman scheduling an appointment. Her belly was much bigger than Y/N’s… but then again, Y/N was only in her second month.

She quickly left the clinic, walking down the stairs. As she pushed open the door, that damned poster blinded her once again—the one she had been trying to avoid.

“Problems with the father?”

Y/N looked up. Stray Kids stared back at her. But her focus was locked on one member—the one with long, blonde hair. The one who had whispered sweet nothings into her ear while taking her in an expensive hotel room.

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“Felix,” he had said, smiling. Y/N set down the cashier scanner she had been using to check out the two men’s groceries.

She turned to the man standing behind him. They were both wearing masks—except for Felix, who had pulled his down. Her gaze returned to Felix. “Can I help you? Are you looking for something?” The man behind Felix laughed, making both Y/N and Felix glance at him. “Hyunjin, knock it off,” Felix murmured before turning back to her. “No, I know where everything is, thanks. I was actually… I was actually looking for you.”

“Me?”

Y/N stared at him, confused. He had such delicate features…

She felt almost hypnotized by the beauty of this man.

Felix slid something across the counter toward her. She lowered her gaze to their groceries.

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“Condoms are provided,” the manager said. Y/N gave him an understanding nod. “Not that I’d poke a hole in them, huh?” She laughed nervously.

The manager didn’t even flinch.

“Oooohhh… okay sensitive Topic, sorry.”

She clicked the pen with the JYP logo on it. The room she was in felt sterile. So… uncomfortable. She glanced once more at the document in front of her. The three letters NDA stood out the most.

“If I break these rules, then what?”

The manager sighed. He had already explained it to her several times. “Then it will be expensive for you, Miss.” She pressed her lips together. With slightly trembling hands—when had they started trembling?—she signed the document after checking all the necessary boxes. She slid it across the table to the lawyer sitting opposite her. The lawyer packed up the NDA, stood up wordlessly, and left. “Follow me, please,” the manager murmured.

“How often do you have to do things like this?” Y/N asked as she quickly got up, grabbing her bag.

“I don’t disclose that information.”

He opened the door to the small conference room.

Y/N winced as her sneakers squeaked against the expensive flooring.

Seoul’s most luxurious hotel. Her cheap shoes. Not a great combination.

She took a nervous breath as she stood in the elevator beside the manager. He noticed her tension. “It’s not a dentist appointment,” the manager said. “Well… this doesn’t exactly happen every day either,” Y/N mumbled, gripping her bag tighter.

“Felix is nice. Don’t worry.”

“Are you seriously giving me reassuring words right now?”

The manager stepped out of the elevator, and she followed him.

“Then why were you so mean to me in that little room?”

The manager rolled his eyes and unlocked a door.

He handed her a card.

“He’ll be here any moment. Please give me your phone.” Y/N quickly nodded and fumbled through her bag to find it. The manager placed it in a small plastic sleeve he had pulled from his pocket and gave her a thin smile before leaving, letting the door fall shut behind him. Y/N glanced around.

The curtains were drawn, the bed neatly made.

Only now did it truly sink in—what she was about to do—when someone else opened the door.

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She tried to remember if there was anything in her contract about what happens when you get pregnant by the idol you spent a very passionate night with… Y/N bit her lower lip as she desperately tried to think. She looked away from her tea and out at the view in front of her. That view was the JYP building. She probably looked like one of the fangirls sitting in the café, pacing up and down, waiting for one of the idols who worked there to come outside. Y/N glanced at them. One of the girls had a Felix photocard attached to her pants. The girl looked over at her, and Y/N quickly averted her gaze, turning back to the window. She rested a hand on her stomach, trying not to think about how HE had groaned into her ear with that deep voice. How HE had nearly emptied an entire box of condoms because of her. How HE had held her close, his forehead pressed against hers, telling her how good she felt… Y/N shivered.

She often sat in this café. Every day after work. She was in the middle of her second month and looked up as the employee brought her a tea.

“The usual, right?” she asked with a friendly smile.

Y/N thanked her and took the tea.

“Do you like any of the bands?” the employee asked. Y/N waved her off. “I just like the tea here.” “Oh.” The employee laughed and walked away. Y/N let out a small yawn. Her head ached from overthinking. She buried her face in her hands, propping herself up on the table.

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“Please, two iced Americanos and a lemonade.”

The café employee nodded and grabbed three cups.

“Tough practice today?” she asked as she walked over to the coffee machine.

“Yep.”

She glanced at the three idols who always came by just before closing time, knowing the café would be empty. Chan fumbled with his wallet while Hyunjin and Felix looked at a girl sleeping at one of the tables. “Is she okay?” Felix asked. The employee followed his gaze. “Oh… she’s here a lot… drinks tea, stares out the window, thinks a lot… I suspect she’s pregnant. She always has her hand on her stomach. I let her sleep; you never know what people are going through.” Chan looked at her, too.

“And the father of the child just lets her sleep in a café?” Felix murmured, concerned.

Hyunjin grabbed his arm. “Don’t worry about things that don’t concern you.” Felix looked at Hyunjin. As the three of them left the café, Y/N was gently woken up.

“Miss, we’re closing.”

She sat up in her chair.

“Sorry…” “It’s completely fine, please don’t stress.” Y/N gave a small smile and placed some money on the table.

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How was she supposed to tell him? Did she have to tell him? Yes, no question about it. Did she want to tell him? Yes, no question about that either. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself otherwise. She carefully stepped onto the street, heading toward the building. No matter what anyone told her—she was keeping the baby. She would manage with or without this company’s help. With trembling hands, she reached for the door and opened it. Security immediately approached her. “One moment, please, I can explain– wh—” She yelped as they grabbed her arms, trying to drag her out, when someone noticed her. “Stop, stop,” said none other than the manager from that night. Y/N’s eyes widened. “I know her. Let her go. I want to know what’s going on.” The security guards hesitated but then released her. Y/N looked at the manager.

Shit.

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Felix stared breathlessly at the ceiling of the studio, gripping his water bottle tightly. The door opened. “AHHH, look who’s visiting us!” Seungmin called out. Felix sat up. The manager didn’t look amused. “Is there trouble?” Changbin joked, taking a sip of his water. “Felix. Come with me.” Felix went pale. The guys stopped joking. Felix adjusted his sweatpants and pulled off his beanie, placing it next to his water bottle. He looked at Hyunjin, who gave him a confused glance.

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Y/N stared at the Twice poster. If she avoided the Stray Kids posters, maybe she could think about it less. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so final. The office door opened. Reflexively, she lowered her gaze to the tabletop. Felix froze in the doorway. “Is everything okay?” he asked immediately, his voice full of concern.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a moment—you have a lot to talk about.” The door closed again.

Y/N took shallow breaths. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress as she slowly looked up. Felix was still standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath from training. His blond hair was tied back, but a few strands had come loose, falling into his face. Despite the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, he looked perfect.

As he stepped closer, she suddenly felt so small. So stupid. Stupid because she knew her words could change his entire career. She opened her mouth—nothing came out.

“Y/N?” he asked gently. At least he remembered her name.

Her gaze wandered to his freckles. Would their child have them too? She hoped so. It had to.

Since when was he so close?

She flinched when she realized he had crouched down in front of her chair.

Right. She still had something to tell him.

“Before I start…” Her voice was rough. “I don’t want you to think I expect money or anything. I’m telling you because you should know.” Felix furrowed his brows. “Y/N, what—?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Felix turned pale.

“I’m keeping the baby.” She spoke quickly before he could react. “But whether your name is on the birth certificate is up to you. You can’t force me to have an abortion, and whether you pay child support is your decision. I just wanted you to know. I couldn’t sleep at night because—because you didn’t know.” Her gaze flickered. “I don’t want to ruin your career.” Felix blinked several times. Then he raised a hand. “Hold on.” “What?” “Stop over-explaining, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

He stood up, ran a hand through his hair, and took a deep breath. “Okay, shit.” Y/N clenched her hands in her lap. “So… I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never been in a situation like this before.” Felix looked at her. “Did you not save my number?” “Your what?” “My phone number. I left it for you that night.” “Oh.” Her cheeks grew hot. “No, I… I must have missed it.” Felix grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and quickly scribbled a number on it. “Save it immediately.”

Y/N took the paper with wide eyes.

Felix looked at her seriously. “Forget it. I don’t want you to have an abortion. Keep the baby. And I’ll take responsibility. Just tell me how I can help.”

She swallowed. “And if this all gets out?” Felix let out a dry laugh. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the first idol with a secret pregnancy.” He crouched down in front of her again, his hands wrapping around hers. “Please forgive my lack of enthusiasm.” His thumb brushed over the back of her hand. “That was just… a surprise. I actually planned to get to know you better before raising a child together.” “What?” Felix smirked slightly. “I left you my number because I wanted to see you again. Do you know how frustrated I was when you never called?” Y/N’s face grew even hotter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you wanted that.”His gaze dropped to her stomach. “And you’re sure it’s mine?” he asked carefully. Y/N nodded immediately. “Felix, I’m a thousand percent sure. We can do a paternity test once the baby is born.” Felix sighed. “Management will probably insist on that. Do you know how many fake paternity claims Hyunjin has already had to deal with?” Y/N couldn’t help but smile slightly. Felix squeezed her hands tighter. “We’ll figure this out, okay? You and me. We’ll make it work somehow.” She looked into his warm, freckled face—and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel alone anymore. Y/N swallowed. Felix’s thumb was still gently brushing over the back of her hand, as if trying to soothe her. But her heart was racing. She wasn’t sure if it was because of his closeness or the fear of what was coming next. Felix took a deep breath. “How far along are you?” “Almost three months.” He nodded slowly. “Okay. This… this is real. Holy shit. It’s been that long already?” Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.”

Felix looked at her like he was searching for the right words. “Do you have someone supporting you? Your family?” Y/N hesitated. “My family doesn’t know.” His gaze softened. “Have you told anyone?”

“No. A piece of paper is what’s stopping me.”

Felix squeezed her hands tighter. “Then I’m glad you told me now.” She let out a dry laugh. “I thought you’d either scream or run away.” Felix scoffed. “Do you really think I’m that kind of guy?” “I don’t know. I… I barely know you.” His lips curved into a crooked smile. “We can change that.” He let go of her hands only to grab a chair and sit right in front of her. Resting his elbows on his knees, he looked like he was trying to process everything. “Alright. You want to keep it. I want to take responsibility. So that means we’re… partners in crime now or something?” Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “I guess so.” Felix grinned briefly, but then his expression grew serious again. “If you want, I can help you tell your family.” Y/N stared down at her hands. She shook her head. “That won’t be easy.” Felix leaned in closer. “We’ll do it together, okay?” She looked up at him. “Why are you so… calm?” Felix chuckled softly. “Because I reminded myself that you don’t have to go through this alone. And neither do I.”

He leaned back. “Listen. I know my life is complicated. And now, because of me, yours is even more complicated. But I’m not running away. We’ll figure this out. And no matter what you need—I’m here.”

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[onyourowndaisymae]

under where?

content + warnings: nsfw, x fem!reader, flashing, discussions of oral

prompt: "Imagine sitting across from the brothers and nonchalantly spreading your legs to reveal no underwear under your skirt. Just IMAGINE their reactions…" (via: @shyvien-obeyme)

there's a tension in the air, a mixture of seven different reactions to the same action. seven demons who knew their master had such a commanding presence, had fallen victim to "stay" time and time again-- yet here you are, bringing all of them to their knees without uttering a single word.

lucifer pales when your legs spread. a low, possessive growl threatens to rock his chest, but he swallows hard and averts his gaze. you can see his cheeks flush a little. he meets your gaze-- he's very determined to show you he doesn't see you as a piece of meat-- and opens his mouth to scold you for such vulgar behavior. but there's this heat in your gaze, almost inviting as your eyes smolder with want. his mouth closes. he takes another look between your spread legs. fuck. you're so wet it's obscene. were you really that needy, working yourself up like that over there? he can only imagine what's running through your head, what depraved thoughts linger beneath that cheshire smile. no matter. just say the word and he's whisk you away to his room, alone, ready to please his master until dawn breaks through the darkened skies.

mammon whines, the sound loud and uninhibited, his cheeks engulfing in flames-- yet he can't bring himself to be ashamed. it takes everything in him not to pounce on you. he wants to yell, too. why? why're you so comfortable spreading your legs like that in front of all his brothers, huh?! don't you know the kind of filthy thoughts running through their heads?! the conflicting feelings make his stomach flutter. he wants to close your legs, guarding your entrance like a dragon to its hoard, greedy to keep its greatest treasure private. but he also wants to fall to his knees in front of you. to wait for your permission before burying his face in your cunt, fucking you on his tongue in front of everyone. he's getting impatient now that the thought's entered his mind-- so can you please stop looking at him like that and let him touch you already, before he loses whatever mind he has left?

leviathan can feel his shame rush to his face, burning heat pooling at the back of his neck. it's embarassing how quickly his pants grow tight and cumbersome. this-- this is too much for him. he needs to hide away, now, burrowing into a fort of blankets in his bathtub until a century or two passes and he's sure everyone's forgotten about this moment in time. but he can't. because you're staring at him. your eyes crawl up his body, lingering on his shifty feet, his quivering hands, his tented pants-- your gaze makes his head spin. he's going to pass out if you keep watching him like that. you wet your lips briefly, eyes darting to meet his before your gaze falls between his legs again, and he swears to every authority in every realm that he can feel his cock throb in need. please say something, do something. either let him retreat to lick his wounds or ride him until he's a puddle of drool and slick underneath you.

satan's cheeks flush, but he keeps his gaze steady as he thoroughly observes your sopping wet cunt. he wants to think of something clever or witty to say, but his mouth is so dry and his brain is so fuzzy-- do you know what you do to him? he's aware that you're teasing him. it's frustrating. all these eyes on you, and yet you're only looking at him. like a cat that got the cream, you're smirking, lounging in your chair like he can't see the slick gathering around your entrance. it would be so easy for his finger to slip inside you, finger fucking you senseless until you're so sensitive you writhe and dig your nails into the arms of that chair. but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? no, you're teasing the avatar of wrath. while patience is not his favorite virtue, it will be the one he has tonight-- because the moment you're finally underneath him, he's going to toy with you as much as he wants, prowl around your exposed body until he decides to pounce. after all, you're the one who wanted to play cat and mouse.

asmodeus can feel his lips curl into a grin. oh, you naughty little thing! a giggle escapes his lips as he watches you with rapt attention. oh, that slippery little cunt of yours is so cute! would you mind if he got a closer look? he wants to bask in this moment. you're biting your bottom lip and grinning right back at him, and it takes everything in him not to break the tension by letting honey filth spew from his lustful lips. sure, there's a lot he could say, but don't actions speak louder than words? in that case, he wouldn't mind running his tongue along that pretty clit of yours to taste your slick himself. he can't think of a better way to express his love for you than to ravish you as thoroughly as the tried and true avatar of lust can. the room is delightfully hot and intense, making his head spin as surges of lust bounce off the walls. oh, darling, the anticipation is killing him-- won't you just share all the dirty thoughts caught in that pretty little head of yours?

beelzebub suddenly feels like he shouldn't be here. he notices the change in the air before he notices your legs spread, ever perceptive to the emotions of his loved ones. and all of those feelings lead him to you-- specifically, that wet spot between your legs that's got everyone so riled all of a sudden. it makes him nervous. at first, he worries you've exposed yourself on accident. he looks away as his cheeks turn pink, ashamed of how quickly his mind begins to wander. but then he hears you shuffling-- so naturally, he looks back at you-- to find you pulling your skirt up further, bunching it around your thighs to give everyone a clearer view. he realizes now that you want everyone to see your cunt. now he doesn't feel so bad about staring, about the groan sitting in the back of his throat. he'll never push, never question your motives or try to touch you without explicit permission, but he can't help the way his mouth waters and his erection stirs in his pants. and judging by the way you're staring at him like a five course meal, it seems you don't mind much either.

belphegor's eyes widen in shock, before a predatory grin engulfs his face. oh. you're in for it now. you've given the game away by exposing yourself as a needy whore, and it's clear from your haughty smirk that you think you've won this game. that's cute. but you're playing with demons-- manipulative, scheming, needy demons that'd do anything to bury themselves deep inside of the very hole you're so determined to tease them with. or maybe you're just teasing one particular demon. because your eyes linger on his just a bit too long to be coincidental, flitting away to the ground or a nearby wall before meeting his again. are you feeling nervous now? you should be. make no mistake-- he sees what you're doing here, and he's already thinking of ways to handle it. you're clearly getting aroused by all the attention. he wants to help, but he's just feeling so tired. you're already so prepped and eager-- maybe he should let you sink onto his cock in this very room? he's curious to see how well you can perform with an audience.

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you want me to pretend? | eight

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 1.1k

authors note: y'all hated me for pt 6 so here it is! no need to kill anyone yet

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Tuesday

You let out a sigh as you hung up. Angie was right; you couldn’t just think the worst immediately. You decided to get back into your book and read until you physically couldn’t handle it anymore. 

It was around 1 AM when you gave up; the words were mixing at that point. You set the book down and went to sleep. It wasn’t your best night’s sleep, but it did the job.

Wednesday

While Cleo took over the kitchen and let no one but Sarah and Pope in, you sat on the couch. Kie was talking with John B, and you were engaged until you started falling asleep.  

“She just fell asleep,” Kie announced.  

“She needed it; she barely slept,” Sarah said, walking back to the living room.  

“What happened?” Pope asked.  

“Bad night,” the three girls said at the same time. Pope had a feeling there was more to it, but he wasn’t going to ask any further. They let you sleep while Cleo finished cooking.  

Thirty minutes later, the food was ready, so Sarah woke you up. The nap, along with Cleo’s food and their company, had made your day a lot better, and you had stopped overthinking the text.

Thursday

You got to the basketball court; it wasn’t new for you. The only difference this time was that Wheezie was there. She left for a second, and when she came back, you all moved to new and better seats.  

“What did you do?” Sarah asked her.  

“What? Rafe promised me a good seat, and those were not it, so I went to talk to him,” she said with a proud smile.  

“Don’t question her methods. We got better seats,” Cleo commented.  

You didn’t understand the game, but you still watched and got stressed from time to time. But just as Sarah had suspected, they won. Everyone, including you, cheered and jumped when they made the last shot.  

You all waited for JJ, Rafe, and Topper to come out of the changing room so you could eat. It was mandatory to eat after a game. They were always starving after playing, so there was no better plan than that.  

That night, Raising Cane's was chosen, so that’s where you all went. During the night, you talked, but you avoided speaking to Rafe. You knew it was childish since he didn’t even know you had gotten upset after Tuesday, and you didn’t want to bring up the topic even if you knew you kind of needed to.

That night, just as you had planned, you went back to Sarah’s apartment. You had gotten ready for bed but were still restless, and she noticed.  

“Do you want to watch a movie?”  

“Yes, and by any chance, do you have something to bake?”  

“Baking mood, are we, huh?” she chuckled. “I do have something. Come on.”  

You spent the night baking, watching movies, and talking to Sarah. It had been just what you needed. You discussed everything from past relationships to recent events. You simply left out the significant detail about Rafe being your fake boyfriend. During the conversation, Sarah noticed that you mentioned Rafe a couple more times than you typically would. You didn’t notice, and she didn’t say anything about it either, but she was going to bookmark it in her mind, and maybe eventually, she would ask about it, just not at that moment, not to you or him.

Friday

Rafe practically dragged you away, not even allowing you to protest when he asked if he could talk to you. You two were in Topper's gym room since it was the closest door.  

"What made you think dragging me here was okay?"  

"I needed to talk."  

"And? I was talking to Ruthie."  

"You can talk to her whenever," he stated, and you just stared at him. He was about to continue speaking when his phone rang. The big 'Em' and the pink heart lit up his phone, and you felt a pit in your stomach once again.  

He sighed. "I need to take this, but I still need to talk to you," he said. You knew it was better to leave, yet you waited to see what was going to happen.

After he had hung up on his sister, there was a big silence. You felt extremely dumb for even getting upset with him. Angie had been right; of course, Rafe was different.  

“You have a little sister.” You meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement.  

“Yeah, I thought you knew.”  

“I mean, I did, but I didn’t know she was this little,” you chuckled. “She is, what, seven?”  

“Six, but she will turn seven in a couple of months.” Another silence. He hesitated to ask, but he needed to know. “Did I do something?”  

“W-what?” you asked, confused.  

“Yesterday and today you were very…”  

“I was very what?”  

“Distant, you were avoiding me,” he finally blurted out, and you froze. He noticed, which made you feel guilty.  

You shook your head. “You didn’t do anything… I just had a few bad days, and I’m sorry.” He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not believing you.  

“Try again.”  

“What?”  

“I said, try again. Next time, make it convincing.” You stared at him in disbelief. “What? Look, if I’ve learned something from you, it’s that there is always something else, so… spill.”  

“It’s dumb, and I’m not going to tell you.”  

“Oh? You’re not telling your boyfriend your secrets? How rude,” he teased.  

“Shut up! Someone might hear that and think it is real.” He shrugged.  

“For your parents, it is, so why does it matter if some random people think that too?”  

“You are insane.” You walked back to the party.  

“Answer the question.” He walked right behind you.  

“I don’t want to tell you; it feels dumb now.”  

“You were avoiding me, so I don’t think it’s just dumb.” You hesitated to tell him. You pressed your lips together, then sighed, giving up.  

“I got reminded about Jordan and got upset.” His face dropped. Did he remind you of Jordan?  

“Did I do something to remind you of him?” You didn’t answer. “Y/N that’s…”  

“Rafe, don’t… it was nothing, it’s dumb, and I shouldn’t have gotten upset.”  

“But you did, and I’m sorry.” His tone was firm.  

“You don’t have to apologize.”  

“I clearly did something bad because you were avoiding me, and I do need to apologize if I reminded you of…” He hated even saying the name. He wanted to keep talking, saying things to make sure you understood he never meant it, but he saw you tense up and the color drain from your face when you looked to the other side of the room.  

He followed your gaze and clenched his jaw. There was no way this was happening that day and right at that moment.

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[bwobgames]

“It's Firefox! Say Hello Firefox!”

Firefox remains loafed

“Hello there little criminal, what evil deeds are you planning today, huh?”

“Don't say that. He's a good citizen, right Ángel?”

“He knows what he did.”

“I thought kitties hated travelling, but he looks pretty cozy in there”

“Ah, he's used to it. When I first adopted him, I felt too bad leaving a little kitten alone while going for a case so…”

“I took him with me!”

“What”

“Ooh I could take my ham-ham in adventures!”

“You took a kitten to your cases?!”

“Not the dangerous ones! I wouldn't put a baby in the middle of a drug bust!”

“Although…”

“Let's stop that train of thought and let's focus on the real train, yeah?”

“Here, I'll give him the sippies. You gave him his sleepy food, right?”

“Yeah, he should be sleeping like a baby the whole ride”

Although… Oliver might've gotten a bit scared over the warnings in the back and miiight have lowered the dose a good bit.

But Mozilla is a good boy! He might wake up a bit earlier, but he’ll behave! For the most part.

How could a little face like that commit crimes? They are judging him for his orangeness. 

Also. They’ll have no proof. He’ll make sure of it.

“We're going back home, buddy! Dad was so mean by not bringing your stroller, right? So so so mean!”

“I am not his father. We are soul bounded creatures”

“And yet, you didn't bring his stroller”

“I'm not going to walk him in this heat!”

“He wanted to, though. I saw his longing looks. He craves adventure, you raised him this way”

“You influenced him to do crime”

“Not to interrupt your parenting discussion, but the others arrived”

And as the prophecy foretold, there they arrived. In all their high-class elegance.

Thankfully, Ángel has been supplying him with quality clothing, so he doesn't feel like he sticks out. Too much. 

“Mari! Nina! It's been too long! Online game nights are just not the same! Have you been okay? Sick?”

“We’ve been alright! Not a single germ got pass Mari!”

“Which also means this is our first real trip in so long. I’m ready to do nothing but sit down and drink everything this thing has to offer”

“Speaking of, how’s my baby. My darling. My sweet child”

“Your company is fine. It aged me 10 years to untangle the strange contracts between you and your father, but it’s better now”

“Ah, that old man. Haunting us from beyond the grave, not surprised”

“I think most of it was yours…”

“How has university life been treating you, Nina?”

“Oh, It’s great! They actually keep quiet during class and don’t throw paint everywhere! They even wash their hands!”

“Wow, the wonders of early adulthood. I’m guessing you haven’t got any lice now?”

“None at all!”

Nina’s ring shines in her finger. For someone who’s not the one who got married, he gets happy seeing it.

It’s… hopeful. In what way he’s not sure.

“You.”

“Hewwo. It’s been a while”

“Why did it take you so long to confirm you were coming? I almost gave away your ticket!”

“Sorryyy I had things to sort through! I’m a busy girlie”

“You are a menace”

“Don’t be mean to her! She has a demanding job”

“Stinky”

“No!”

“Stinky bastard girl”

“No!!!”

“I’ve been waiting. For so long. To continue the campaign. Amaia’s arc is more important than your job”

“Hey!”

“You raise a good point”

Good to know they’re having fun.

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[lo1k-diamonds]

My Demon, My Love - Part 1 - The Contract

Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!

PAIRING: Demon!Taehyung x human (f) Reader

SUMMARY: All Taehyung wanted was business as usual — strike a deal, claim a soul, and enjoy dessert. But somehow, he ended up powerless, with no choice but to ask for your help.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE: demon AU, fake dating, marriage contract, smut

RATING: R (explicit) (this part is PG-13)

WARNINGS: dangerous situation on a rooftop, misogyny, bantering, supernatural events, you make a deal with a demon ;)

A.N. I wasn’t sure if I’d get around to writing this, but here it is! This fic was inspired by the Netflix series My Demon and is my entry for @bangtanwritershq's Writing Event: 'Netflix and Chill'. Thank you @moonleeai for kindly beta reading, @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner, and @colormepurplex2 for believing I could do it 😁 Enjoy! 💜

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Taehyung closed his eyes, appreciating the sweet caress of the night summer breeze twirling his dark locks gently. There was nothing like feeling he was in the right place at the right time. Knowing that he didn’t have to keep searching, wasting his precious, if endless, time on this Earth because fate was coming to him.

The door to that segregated part of the hotel’s rooftop opened behind him, and Taehyung still didn’t open his eyes. His lips curved in a smile — he could smell the desperation from there.

Yet soon, muffled weeping started, and his smile vanished, forcing Taehyung’s dark eyes to stare at the night sky to tame his annoyance. Really? He usually met humans in sad circumstances, but that was nothing to cry like a baby about. He had made deals with starving people, with mothers who sacrificed their lives so that their babies could survive—

A desperate wail behind him jolted him into turning around and looking at the poor, unfortunate soul with a pout. Taehyung almost complained — the guy wearing a tailored suit and bawling would ruin his appetite for cake if he kept sobbing like that. He surely ruined the fate-fulfilling feeling Taehyung had just a minute ago.

The guy’s shoulders trembled as he tried to stifle his cries and wipe the snot on his sleeves, and Taehyung clicked his tongue.

“Seriously,” he murmured, muted by the sounds of the night and the breeze on that thirty-fifth floor. “Humans.”

He finally shrugged and walked towards the man with his hands in his pockets. The man was facing the night and had yet to notice he wasn’t alone. Taehyung didn’t need to see his face to know the human’s predicament at the root of all that weeping. The soul was ready to be tempted. All Taehyung had to do was step into the light.

And he did with a shrug. “Business is not what it used to be, huh?”

At first, the man scrambled to wipe his tears and snot as much as possible, but he stopped once he faced Taehyung. It was as though eyeing the face of perfection reminded the human of everything he was not, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“I lost everything.”

The man’s emotions had dissipated, and Taehyung faced the night. “Seems you have.”

“My wife, my son…” The man blinked, his mind far away in the night lights of the cars and buildings down below. “I’ll ruin their lives with debt.”

Taehyung nodded. “Tragic. What if…” His tone was purposefully curious before he eyed his target with a smile. “What if there was an alternative… A deal. Would you take it?”

“Alternative… What?” The man faced him with big, tearful eyes, confused before he blinked blankly. “You mean, the life insurance?”

He faced the city below again, and Taehyung clicked his tongue, grabbing the man by the shoulder to pull him away from the ledge towards where he had been before, where the view of the rooftop swimming pool and lounge was mesmerizing on its own.

“Nah, I mean another option,” Taehyung enticed, smiling dazzlingly as he dragged the human to see what he saw: the elite in a fancy party, dressed to impress, enjoying their champagne flutes. “One that means that your wife and son would stay part of the echelon while—”

The door slammed open, letting out a drum of tapping heels rushing for the ledge. It made Taehyung raise an eyebrow and look over his shoulder. He seldom got interrupted, least of all, by a lady clearly running away from something. Or someone, he mused, picking up on racing steps from within the building, guessing they’d soon be out there too.

He suppressed a sigh and turned back to the task at hand with a mysterious smile. Taehyung still had the human by the shoulders, now shrinking and looking at him wearily.

Taehyung couldn’t blame him. “As I was saying, I can—”

“Yah!”

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. As he predicted, a man had caught up with the woman, addressing her poorly, shouting drunkenly. 

Taehyung gritted his teeth, a second away from snapping his fingers and making them both go away, but instead, he just… listened.

“Why are you so stubborn?!”

A female snicker made Taehyung keep his eyes on the scene and focus on you.

“You’re way out of line,” you stated as you turned around, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. You were a world of contrasts: dainty curves draped in a classic black nightdress, a petite frame with a powerful voice, delicate features hiding an incredible presence.

“Me?! What about you?!” The man’s outraged screech made Taehyung purse his lips in disapproval, and the man still in his hold noticed, bristling. “I’m offering you a solution—”

“To a problem that doesn’t exist,” you deadpanned.

“You’ll ruin your family’s comp—”

“It is mine to ruin,” you declared, stepping forward.

“You—” The man stumbled on his words for a second, then attacked again. “You’ll ruin your family’s name!”

“Ah, my family name…” You tapped your chin pensively, and Taehyung chuckled before turning to face the party downstairs again, dragging the human in his hold. You had it all under control, it seemed. “Again, mine to ruin. I suggest you start taking care of yours instead of worrying so much about others.”

“So, like I was saying,” Taehyung said more quietly, eyeing the man in his hold meaningfully so he’d focus. “I know you want to keep your business and your family safe. I can do that for you; give them the life you dream of,” he promised, eying the party downstairs, where a loud toast was enough to draw the man’s attention. Taehyung smiled. “All you have to do is give me one tiny little thing.”

The man’s wide eyes turned to him, hopeful. “What?”

“Your—”

“Because you’re not taking it seriously!!”

Taehyung’s eye twitched, ready to snap at the guy who was screeching and interrupting his pitch, but the guy wouldn’t stop blabbing.

“Your hotels need to attract families!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, expressionless. “My hotels are high-end—”

“Even businessmen want to bring their kids along and won't if the owner has such a frivolous reputation!”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “And you think marrying will fix my reputation?”

“Yes!!”

“No.”

Your voice was so absolute that Taehyung finally sighed, glad it was over. Fortunately, the human with him was still eying the party so Taehyung wouldn’t have an issue closing the deal.

But he heard a scream before he could, and this time, it wasn’t the obnoxious man. Taehyung turned in time to see you hanging on to a mental pipe with your legs dangling over the city while the man shouting at you raced for the exit. 

Taehyung frowned at the weird turn of events, and the man in his hold gasped and jolted. “Is that…?”

Taehyung had no idea who you were, but it didn’t matter. The scent of desperation was replaced by fear in a flash, and in seconds, his deal was running back inside the building.

Taehyung heaved a deep breath, pressing his eyes closed to alleviate the annoyance that peculiar evening was instilling, when a second scream for help made him look.

He stepped closer, and indeed, you were dangling thirty-five floors high as the night wind disheveled your hair.

“Help me,” you breathed, and Taehyung tilted his head.

“Are you asking for my help?”

“Yes!” You almost screamed again, but pinching your eyes closed for a moment was enough.

You were frightened, and the other human had run off, so… “Fine,” he agreed, and you sighed. “But before that, you need to make a deal with me.”

“A what?” You were baffled. “Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!”

Despite you dangling over that ledge, Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he stated, “Nothing’s free in this world.”

His gaze was so serious that you undoubtedly realized you didn’t have a choice. You clenched your teeth for a moment before agreeing, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“There’s a lot to cover. Do you really want to go over it now?” His tone was almost amused as he glanced behind you. “This isn’t exactly tea time, is it?”

Your irritation was all over your face as you held on for your life. “It’d be crazy to enter into a deal with no information!”

“Suit yourself.”

Taehyung turned around, and your desperate plea was almost instantaneous. “Wait! Fine, I’ll be crazy! Help me!”

He had a smile on his face when he turned, raising his hand next to his head to show you the dotted line, but you were gone. 

He leaned over to see you screaming with your full chest as you fell through the air, passing the windows of the floors beneath you with your hair hiding your face. He gritted his teeth; he’d be crazy to help you before you signed the deal. 

He guessed he was crazy because he didn’t hesitate to jump after you and use his focus to dive faster and faster in your direction. You couldn’t see him because your hair was thrashing against your face, but he could see you as you fell and fell with your arms in his direction.

Until he grabbed your hand, and your scream halted. At that moment, you were able to get a glimpse of him, and you surely saw his eyes turning red. Then, he snapped his fingers.

Both your feet landed on the concrete rooftop again, and you screamed, stumbling. Taehyung was still holding onto your wrist, but you grabbed his other arm for support as though you thought you were still falling. He had to chuckle as you hid in his chest, still trembling with adrenaline and fear.

Eventually, you froze. You raised your head slowly to look at him, and he was waiting, raising a playful eyebrow.

You jolted back, letting go of him, and he let you. “Can’t say that wasn’t fun,” he teased, winking.

You grabbed onto the nearest railing, your knees buckling unsteadily as you tried to recover your labored breath. Taehyung observed you, tilting his head slightly. You were shaken but fine, which meant he fulfilled his side of the bargain.

Speaking of. “Now, back to what matters. The deal.”

“The what?!”

His eyebrow twitched at your breathless screech. “Our deal.”

“Deal? Deal?!” You got back on your shaky legs, still holding onto the railing. “How— How did you do that? How am I still alive?”

“Like I said, the deal,” he repeated, amused. “Isn’t that what you asked me to do? To save you?”

You were even paler now than before. “But— I fell. I fell, I’m sure I—” You turned to glance over the ledge and instantly flinched back, frightened. You turned back to him. “It’s not possible!”

He shrugged. “It’s possible when you’re me,” he grinned mischievously, raising his hand next to his head, but you interrupted him again.

“And who are you?”

“Your kind has many names for me.”

Your shoulders squared as your confusion gave way to irritation. “And what are those?”

Taehyung hummed and then waved his hand dismissively. “Not that important—”

“Wrong! We have time for the details now, so start talking!”

Taehyung lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow. “I already saved you, you can’t—”

You stepped forward. “Your name.”

“Taehyung.” He huffed, leaning in your direction to speak as bossily as you had. Then, he straightened back up with a smug smile. “I believe the modern name humans give me is demon.”

“Demon?” Your face lost all traces of anger as you stared at him, and Taehyung nodded.

You scoffed, hiding a bewildered laugh as you tried to compose your dress and hair, giving yourself time to understand what had just happened.

Taehyung didn’t have time for that. 

He raised his hand next to his head with a triumphant smile. Finally, the night would go his way and—

That was odd. You raised an eyebrow as you hugged yourself, and he wriggled his fingers in the empty air.

Empty? Why was it empty?

He frowned and brought his hand to his face, scrutinizing it. That never happened before. Why wasn’t it working?

“What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, swallowing dryly.

He pursed his lips, unable to quite put his finger on it, so he shrugged. He could get it in another way.

He snapped his fingers with his eyes on you, silently telling you not to move, and you held your breath. Yet, after a beat, he was still empty-handed. Nothing had happened.

He looked at his hand again, puzzled, and you finally laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “That was— A nice prank, huh?” He glanced at you, and his eyes fixed on a particular spot on your wrist. It made you uncomfortable, and you put your hand down. “So I guess that’s it.”

You meant to go around him and leave as quickly as your weak legs allowed it, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it up to his face. “What’s this?”

He couldn’t help seething; he looked at his wrist and then back at yours — how was that possible?

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He turned your wrist so you could see it. “The tattoo. My tattoo. How the hell is it on your wrist?!”

You flinched, eyes wide as though you couldn’t believe it. You pulled your wrist to rub the black cross inked there, and he let you go, scoffing bitterly. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? The interruptions, the weird deal, and now his tattoo on someone else’s wrist! 

He gasped, looking at his empty wrist as you frantically brushed yours. That could only mean…

He looked at you and grabbed your wrist again, his fingers right next to the tattoo you had just stolen from him.

You bristled, uneasy, and annoyed. “What are you doing?”

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

You jolted back, afraid of his eyes, and he let you go. He was more relaxed now that his suspicions were confirmed. He looked around and snickered, instantly realizing what had happened as you screamed when you realized you were no longer at the Eliena Hotel.

The hundredth twenty-third floor of the Lotte World Tower had a stunning view over Seoul. You almost stumbled before you sat straight and recognized the observatory, eying the glass floor and windows that allowed a complete view. He knew your stomach was churning, upset from the heights and thrills so far, but he was not thrilled at all.

“How did you do that?” he asked quietly, eying you closely.

“Me?!” You were outraged. “I didn’t do anything! What? How can you even think I could bring us here?!”

“No, not that,” he scoffed, facing you again. “I mean, my tattoo. How is it on your wrist?”

“I don’t know!!” You were freaking out, rubbing your wrist again, but it wouldn’t come off. “Take it— Take it back! Why is it there?!”

He huffed and neared you again, grabbing your wrist and invoking all his power. He felt it when he grabbed your wrist, but somehow, no matter how much he wanted it or stared at it, the cross didn’t budge.

He scoffed and let go of you, almost fuming. You were stupefied and overwhelmed by the situation, and of course, you were. You were a human. No matter how much he’d like to blame you for this, how could you have the knowledge or power to steal his powers from him?

“It’s still there,” you pointed out, jutting your wrist in his direction.

“I know.”

“Well, make it go away!”

“I can’t!” he roared, annoyed.

“You can’t?!”

“I don’t know how!”

“What do you mean you don’t know how?!”

He gritted his teeth and gave you his back, thinking hard about it. But no matter how much he rattled his brain, he could never recall this happening before or any passage in the book about it.

You huffed. “Then I’ll laser it—”

“No!”

He spun to face you, and you were angry. “What? Why the hell not?!”

He opened his mouth to answer but then pointed at you accusingly. “You didn’t sign a deal! I saved your life. You have to make a deal with me!”

Your lips parted as you stared at him as though he had lost his marbles. “What— I said okay when you asked!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign it! And now you’ve stolen my powers!”

“Stolen?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Are you insane?”

Taehyung’s expression became as stone-cold as marble. All he did was grab your wrist again, and while you fretted about it, he snapped his fingers.

You gasped as reality changed around you — you were back on the Eliena Hotel’s rooftop. He let go of your wrist with the most sour look on his face. Did you get it now?

“Oh my—” you breathed as you stumbled back, then flinched away from the ledge out of which you had fallen earlier. “This is crazy.”

“Yes, indeed. You have my powers, and I need them back.”

You straightened and faced him furiously. “Well, take them!! This is all your fault!!”

“I told you I can’t!”

You groaned in frustration and composed your dress, finally letting the anger and oddity of the events wash past you. “You know what? That’s not my problem.”

“Don’t you—” He grabbed your arm again and faced you, equally angry at this whole thing. All he wanted was to make a deal! “I helped you. So you have to help me.”

“I really don’t see a reason why I should. I said yes to whatever deal, so you have a verbal agreement.”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

You shrugged. “Not my problem.”

You pulled your wrist free, and Taehyung huffed in exasperation before trying again. “Wait. You must want something. Since saving your life is not enough,” he scorned, irritated. “What do you want in return for your help in returning my powers?”

Your eyebrow quirked subtly as you eyed him from head to toe. Taehyung couldn't wait to hear what futile thing you wanted in exchange for your help. All humans wanted was money and—

“Marry me.”

He choked on his spit. “What?”

You paced around with your eyes on the ledge. “That psycho has a point, no matter if I’d like to admit it or not. Not for the hotels’ clientele, that’s stupid.” You sighed, visibly vexed by the other guy’s imbecility. “My family won’t make my life easy now that I’ve inherited the company. Just because I’m a woman. My grandfather clearly didn’t care, but my younger brothers and cousins seem to have a problem with it. They say I’m too obsessed with work and should start a family instead. Domestic bliss, they call it. What a load of crap,” you snickered, turning to him again. “You have powers, that much is clear. So if we get married, you won’t try to steal my company or force me to abandon my career. I’ll be married, so they can’t say anything about it.”

“So you… want me to pretend to be your husband?”

“Yes, you’ll need to actually marry me.”

“For how long?” he frowned.

You shrugged. “Until they get off my back. Then we can divorce amicably.”

He mused about it. “And you promise you’ll help me get my powers back? Actually, actively help me?”

You squared your shoulders as you faced him, the image of professionalism. “You have my word.”

Taehyung bit down on his tongue as he considered it. Unfortunately, he had already saved you and hence held no leverage on you anymore. He actually had no way to make you sign a contract or help him. And he didn’t have much of a choice. 

He nodded, dark eyes fixed on yours. “Deal.”

Next Part >

[youngsadlesbian]

CHASING DESTINY — wanda maximoff.

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: billy and tommy want to know your story with wanda, and you navigate through memories from years ago as you share every little detail possible and allowed with them.

a/n: i’m obsessed with cliché stories where wanda tries to win over the reader, and in the end, they end up together with a beautiful family. i’m an incurable romantic, sorry!!!! hope you like it <3

word count: 2,8k

warnings: none, just fluff.

You were sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine while Billy and Tommy played with their toys on the floor. The sound of their laughter filled the room, bringing a smile to your face. Wanda was in the kitchen, preparing a snack for the boys, and you could hear her humming a tune softly as she worked. It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon, the kind you cherished most.

Billy and Tommy, with their curious minds always working, suddenly looked up at you with identical expressions of mischief and curiosity. "Mommy, how did you and Mama meet?" Billy asked, his voice full of innocent curiosity.

Tommy, always quick to follow his brother's lead, added, "Yeah, tell us the story! We want to know everything!"

You chuckled, setting the magazine aside and looking over at Wanda, who had just walked into the room with a tray of snacks. She caught your gaze, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she handed the boys their snacks.

"That's a long story," you said, a playful tone in your voice as you reached out to ruffle Tommy's hair. "Are you sure you want to hear all the details?"

"Yes!" they both exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with excitement.

Wanda took a seat beside you on the couch, her hand finding yours as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "I think it's time they know, don’t you?" she said softly, her eyes twinkling with affection.

You smiled, nodding as you turned your attention back to the boys. "Alright, it all started back in high school…"

The halls of Westview High were buzzing with life, students chatting and laughing as they moved from class to class. You were walking with your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, discussing your plans for the weekend when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

"Hey, gorgeous!"

You groaned internally, recognizing the voice immediately. Wanda Maximoff, the school's star cheerleader and resident flirt, was striding toward you with that confident smirk you had come to associate with trouble.

"Here we go again," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as you quickened your pace.

Natasha, always the amused observer, chuckled beside you. "She’s really got it bad for you, huh?"

You shot her a glare, but it was half-hearted. "I don’t get it. She could have anyone she wants, and yet she’s obsessed with making my life a nightmare."

Natasha shrugged, her grin widening. "Maybe she just likes the challenge."

Before you could respond, Wanda had caught up to you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why are you running away from me, Y/N? You know I’m not that scary."

You gave her a deadpan look. "Maybe if you stopped trying to flirt with me every five seconds, I wouldn’t have to."

Wanda laughed, clearly not deterred by your cold response. "But where’s the fun in that? Come on, Y/N, just give me one date. I promise it’ll be worth it."

You shook your head, refusing to give in. "Never happening, Maximoff."

Wanda pouted playfully, but there was a determination in her eyes that told you she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. "We’ll see about that."

As she walked away, her confident stride making it clear she had something up her sleeve, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and… something else. Something you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself yet.

The next few weeks were an exercise in endurance. Wanda had enlisted the help of her friends, who began passing you little notes throughout the day. Each note was filled with cheesy pick-up lines, romantic quotes, and the occasional heartfelt compliment.

At first, you were annoyed. You tried ignoring the notes, tossing them into the trash without reading them. But they kept coming, and eventually, curiosity got the better of you.

One day, after receiving yet another note, you decided to actually read it.

You’re the only person I can’t stop thinking about. Please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.

You stared at the note, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. It was different from the others—less playful and more sincere. For the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, Wanda was being genuine.But you weren’t ready to let your guard down just yet. You crumpled the note and stuffed it into your pocket, determined not to let her get under your skin.

Natasha, of course, had other ideas.

"Come on, Y/N," she said one afternoon as you both sat in the cafeteria. "Wanda’s clearly serious about this. Why not just give her a chance?"

You shook your head, stubborn as ever. "I don’t know, Nat. She’s always been such a flirt. How do I know she’s not just playing some game?"

Natasha gave you a pointed look. "You won’t know unless you give her a chance. What’s the worst that could happen?"

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you considered her words. Finally, with a sigh, you relented. "Fine. One date. But only because you’re practically forcing me."

Natasha grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "You won’t regret it."

Wanda had been ecstatic when you finally agreed to go on a date with her. She went all out, planning a perfect evening that included dinner at a cozy little restaurant and a walk along the beach.

To your surprise, the date was… nice. Wanda was charming, funny, and attentive. There were no cheesy pick-up lines or over-the-top gestures, just genuine conversation and laughter. She was nothing like the girl who had been relentlessly flirting with you for weeks.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing, your initial reservations slowly melting away. You even started to enjoy yourself, and by the time the date ended, you were seeing Wanda in a completely different light.

"Thank you for tonight," you said as you both stood outside your house. "I had a really good time."

Wanda smiled, and it was a soft, sincere smile that made your heart flutter. "I’m glad. I meant what I said in those notes, you know. You’re really special to me."

You blushed, ducking your head to hide your smile. "I… I think you might be special to me too."

Wanda’s eyes lit up, and she took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does that mean I get a second date?"

You looked up at her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yeah… I think it does."

By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, you and Wanda had been seeing each other for a few months. You weren’t officially a couple yet, but you had grown closer with each passing day.

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, you found a single red rose on your locker, along with a note that read.

Meet me at the bleachers after school.

You knew it was from Wanda, and as much as you tried to play it cool, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside you.

When you arrived at the bleachers after school, you found Wanda waiting for you, a nervous but hopeful look on her face.

"Hey," you greeted her, your voice soft as you approached.

"Hey," she replied, her hands fidgeting slightly as she held a small box in her hands. "I got you something."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

Wanda handed you the box, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. "Open it and see."

You carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a small heart-shaped pendant. Inside the heart was a tiny engraving of your initials intertwined with Wanda’s.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at her, your heart swelling with emotion. "Wanda, it’s beautiful…"

Wanda took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while now, but I was waiting for the right moment. And I think this is it…"

She reached out, gently taking your hands in hers. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

The sincerity in her eyes, the way she was looking at you with so much hope and love—it was all too much. You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you nodded, unable to find the words.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend."

Wanda’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, and she pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close as if she never wanted to let go.

"I promise I’ll make you happy," she whispered into your ear, her voice full of love and determination.

And from that day on, you were inseparable.

Years passed, and your relationship with Wanda only grew stronger. You both went off to college together, supporting each other through the highs and lows, celebrating each other’s successes, and comforting each other during the tough times.

On the day of your college graduation, Wanda had something special planned.

After the ceremony, she took you to a quiet spot on campus where the two of you had spent countless hours studying, talking, and simply being together.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Wanda turned to you, her expression serious but full of love.Wanda's voice was soft, filled with emotion as she spoke. "Y/N, these past few years with you have been the best of my life. We've grown so much together, and I can't imagine my future without you in it."

You felt your heart skip a beat as Wanda reached into her pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat as she got down on one knee, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Wanda..." you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

Wanda smiled up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know this might seem sudden, but I've known for a long time that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears filled your eyes as you looked down at the woman who had become your best friend, your partner, and the love of your life. The moment felt surreal, like a dream you never wanted to end.

"Yes," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "Yes, Wanda, I'll marry you."

Wanda's face lit up with pure joy as she slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up to pull you into a tight embrace. You could feel her tears mingling with your own as you held each other, the world around you fading away until it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

As you stood there, holding the woman you were going to spend the rest of your life with, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would face them together—side by side, heart to heart.

You smiled at the memories, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked down at the ring that still adorned your finger—symbolizing the love that had only grown stronger over the years.

"And that's how your mama proposed to me," you finished, glancing over at Wanda, who was watching you with a loving expression.

Billy and Tommy sat wide-eyed, clearly entranced by the story. "Wow, mama really did all that just to get you to go out with her?" Billy asked, his voice filled with awe.

You chuckled, nodding. "She sure did. Your mama was very determined."

Tommy grinned, looking over at Wanda with newfound admiration. "You're so cool, mama! I bet no one else could have won mommy over like that!"

Wanda laughed, reaching out to ruffle Tommy's hair. "I had to work hard, but it was worth it. Your mommy is pretty special."

The boys giggled, and you felt a surge of affection for your family. It was moments like this—full of love, laughter, and warmth—that reminded you how lucky you were to have Wanda and the boys in your life.

"And what happened after you got married?" Billy asked, his curiosity still not satisfied.

Wanda and you exchanged a glance, and she smiled. "Well, after we got married, we decided to start a family. And that's where you two come in."

The boys' eyes lit up, and Tommy leaned forward eagerly. "Tell us more! How did we get here?"

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion as you thought back to those early days of starting a family.

After your wedding, you and Wanda knew that the next step in your journey together was to start a family. You both wanted children—two little ones to love and raise together.

It wasn't long before you began exploring the process of artificial insemination. The decision was easy; you both wanted to carry on the Maximoff name while also honoring your shared journey. You were nervous, but Wanda was always there to hold your hand and remind you that no matter what happened, you would face it together.

When you found out you were pregnant, the joy was overwhelming. Wanda cried happy tears when you showed her the positive test, and she held you close, whispering promises of love and support for the journey ahead.

The pregnancy was full of ups and downs—morning sickness, cravings, and endless doctor’s appointments—but through it all, Wanda was your rock. She was there for every moment, holding your hand, rubbing your back, and soothing your anxieties with her unwavering love.

And then, one beautiful day, Billy and Tommy came into the world.

The moment you held your sons for the first time, you felt an indescribable connection. Their tiny hands grasped your fingers, and you knew in that instant that you would do anything to protect and love them.

Wanda was just as smitten. She looked at the boys with tears of joy in her eyes, and you knew that this was the family you had always dreamed of.

"And that's how you two came to be," you said, your voice filled with love as you looked at your sons. "You were the greatest gifts we could have ever asked for."

Billy and Tommy looked up at you and Wanda with wide eyes, their expressions filled with wonder and love.

"We’re really lucky, huh?" Billy said softly, his voice full of affection.

Tommy nodded, his small hand reaching out to grasp yours. "Yeah, we have the best moms in the whole world."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Wanda reached over and gently wiped away a tear that had escaped, her smile warm and full of love.

"We're the lucky ones," Wanda said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "Because we have you two."

As you sat there, surrounded by your family, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. The journey that had brought you and Wanda together—the ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs—had all led to this moment, right here, right now.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

That night, after tucking Billy and Tommy into bed, you and Wanda curled up on the couch together, a blanket draped over your legs as you watched the flickering flames in the fireplace.

Wanda’s head rested on your shoulder, and you felt her hand slip into yours, her fingers entwining with yours in a familiar, comforting way.

"Have you ever regretted agreeing to go on that date with me?" Wanda asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, turning your head to press a kiss to her temple. "Oh my God, no. Never. And I never would have imagined back in high school that we’d end up here—married, with two amazing boys."

Wanda chuckled softly, her breath warm against your skin. "It’s funny how life works out, isn’t it? All those years ago, I was just trying to get your attention, and now… now you’re my whole world."

You felt your heart swell with love as you tightened your grip on her hand. "And you’re mine, Wanda. I’m so grateful for everything we’ve been through—every challenge, every triumph—because it brought us here."

Wanda lifted her head, her green eyes meeting yours, and you saw the love and adoration reflected in them. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world."

"I love you too, Wanda," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Always."

So you once again realized how truly lucky you were—having Natasha make you agree to go on that date and Wanda being so persistent.

You couldn’t imagine a happy life without her.

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (16/?)

Direct continuation of part 12 (having rendezvoused at the escape coordinates). Starscream holds a small, symbolic graduation ceremony for you.

Inspired by an Air Force tradition! I was poking around the internet and came across this - apparently new pilots "break their first wings" - a badge they receive upon graduation. They wear the second one but break the first one, keep one half and give the other half to someone special to them.

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Your sensory nets are among the first components to flicker online.

Warmth, your processor groggily supplies. Safe, your spark whispers.

When was the last time you’d come online naturally, not to a nightmare or a blaring klaxon of an alarm?

Still half in recharge, you ex-vent, frame lax against the firm source of warmth beneath you.

Your pillow chuckles, low and rumbling against your audial.

“Ready to rejoin the world of the living yet?”

You stubbornly rub your faceplate against warm metal.

“No.”

When it comes again, Starscream’s voice is fond and amused as he idly traces patterns over your lax wings.

“Come now.”

Your optics flicker open to a crimson chassis, and you squint sleepily up to the sight of Starscream’s amused expression.

“How long has it been?”

“Oh, not long." He says wryly. "Two days?”

“Two days?!”

You roll off Starscream with a yelp - he lets you go from the circle of his arms, where he’d been cradling you loosely.

You check your internal chronometer - it really had been two days.

Starscream watches you lazily from where he’s sprawled on the ground, propped up on one elbow.

“How do you feel?”

You blink.

Only then do you think to check your systems. It seems that recharge has done you a world of good - close to optimum function, save for lower levels of fuel.

“…Huh.”

As you take in the absurdly smooth functioning of your frame, Starscream stretches with a groan, mechanisms whirring as he pushes himself upright, wings flaring to their full breadth.

“Fuel first.”

You choke down a few bites of raw energon and abruptly make a face - you’d forgotten how bad it tasted. Starscream smirks at you. Despite his previously feverish state, it seemed that he’d been awake enough to remember your hysterical attempts to force-feed him raw energon.

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” He drawls, smirk widening as you scowl at him. As if bodily wrestling him to force spark-saving fuel into his intake had been fun.

You will not give in, so you stubbornly shove the rest of the chunk into your intake.

Big mistake.

Starscream’s instantly by your side, smacking you on the back even as he cackles over the sound of you ungracefully hacking up a glowing blue chunk of rock.

“I never said it wasn’t,” You finally rasp, sullen - the extent of your reluctant capitulation. A gooey, semi-melted wad of blue oozes in your servo, and you grimace before shoving it back into your intake. You are fugitives, after all. Waste not, want not. Starscream watches this with a mix of horror and fascination.

“You didn't have to - well. That was absolutely horrendous to watch.”

“Want me to describe in detail just how horrendous it was to consume?”

“I’ll pass,” He sniffs, wings shuddering in disgust. “If you are finished, however, we must discuss a way forward, even in the short term.”

You quickly sober up.

“If you recall, we agreed that returning to the Decepticons would no longer be an option. Does this still hold true?”

Even if your voice trembles, you speak without hesitation. “Yes.” You pause. “Is that the same for you?”

“It is,” Starscream says, looking grim, but something hardens in his optics, and he nods resolutely to himself.

“It has been approximately seven solar cycles that we’ve been here. So far, no Decepticons have come looking for us. This is promising, however, we must confront the fact that you are essentially on the run, and I am presumed to be offlined. It would be unwise to leave this hiding place at this point in time, which means no venturing outside, no exposing ourselves until we completely ascertain that the danger has passed.”

You nod, completely in agreement - but Starscream still notices the slight downwards flicker of your wings. He understands all too well that Seekers need to fly - an innate need embedded in your coding. Being underground is a special sort of hell for a seeker, whose natural habitat was the open skies. It won’t be easy for him, either, but if you are to survive, there are worse situations to be in.

Clearly aware of this, you say nothing. So, for a few weeks, the cave is where you stay. You’d given up checking your internal chronometer after a while, but you approximate that it's been about a quartex when you online to the sight of Starscream up and about, buzzing with unrestrained energy.

His optics glimmer as soon as he sees you're awake. “How do you feel about going outside today?”

Sleepiness forgotten, you scramble to your pedes. “Really?”

He doesn't fight the small smile at your endearing enthusiasm, your wings aflutter with excitement. To the trained optic, however, it’s clear that you carry your wings like they’re heavy, their movements slower than usual. You need to stretch your wings before the mechanisms lock up.

For the first time, you take in the topography of the coordinates Starscream had first directed you to. There’s literally nothing around for miles - you have no idea how on earth he found this area in the first place.

It’s perfect.

It takes a bit of warming up, but flying is incredible. Despite not being able to go beyond the parameters of the area for safety, it’s still amazing to feel the wind on your wings.

Starscream flanks you - you'd thought it was just a free flight, but unexpectedly, his voice crackled through your comms. "In five hundred meters, 16-point roll."

Training, already? You shrug. You wouldn't say no to more flying.

He says nothing when you execute it, except to issue another command. "One hundred meters, sharp left."

He puts you through your paces with another few moves - some you could do with your optics shuttered, others took some more concentration. But ultimately, nothing overtly challenging to you, not after so many vorns under his instruction - and nothing that gave away what this odd sequence of random maneuvers was.

"Vertical descent. Pull up and land." You steady your alt-mode before tipping downwards. You remember practicing this, over and over. It was a move that had been a thorn in your side for ages - of course, Starscream's keen optics had seized upon this. The result was unceasing drills until you could do it perfectly - but something about the move still inspired a twinge of anxiety in your circuits, even if you knew on a logical level that you no longer struggled with it. Still, you'd executed every move perfectly as of yet - you weren't about to fumble the last one. As you gain speed, you prepare to cut your thrusters, pull up - the lush green of the Terran earth spins dizzyingly near, and on pure instinct, your frame screams at you to pull up now -

You do, every part of your frame straining with effort - and an intoxicating wave of triumph sweeps through your frame as you pull your cockpit level with the earth, realizing you did it - coasting in perfect parallel with the flat ground before coming to a smooth stop.

Starscream lands in the same way, movements sharp and crisp, transforming as soon as he hits the ground.

"Transform; at ease."

You transform back into bot-mode, giddy with satisfaction, plates still warm and energon thrumming through your fuel lines. Grinning at Starscream, you take in his relaxed posture, servo on his hip and a deeply gratified expression on his faceplate.

As you look at each other, a crisp wind whistles its way towards you, dancing over the heat of your frames and chasing away the balmy heat of late summer. There's something different in the air - the winds of change heralding an end, but also a new beginning.

"Cadet," Starscream says, breaking the silence first.

He clears his vocaliser, folds his hands behind his back with an air of gravitas.

“Do you know what day it is?”

You blink.

Oh, scrap. Had you forgotten something important?

“…Your creation day...?”

Static fills the air as Starscream chokes. “What? No!”

You frown, wracking your processor. Late summer, slicing through balmy air in flight. Carried on the whistling winds, the change of seasons caressing your wings. The smell of high-grade rich in the air. Speeches, the sounds of cheering in your audials.

“…Academy graduation day.”

“Indeed,” Starscream says, gently.

He reaches into his subspace for a moment, producing a small item that glints with a flash in the noonday sun.

He twirls it in his digits for a moment, before turning to face you fully.

“On this day,” He begins in solemn Vosian, "We release to the skies a seeker, pride of Vos. On the wings of eternity we ascend."

You stare at him for a nanoklik, processor racing to understand just why those words seemed so achingly familiar. Then, it clicks.

The traditional speech given to graduates of the Vosian Air Academy.

Your trembling servo flies to your intake.

Vorns ago, it was with some sadness that you'd accepted that you'd never really graduate. Not for lack of skills, but you'd looked forward to that moment of accomplishment ever since you'd joined the Academy. Looking on the bright side, you supposed you couldn't complain, since you'd ended up with a far greater skillset than if you'd graduated normally. All the same... the fact that Starscream thought to do this for you was...

You sniffle.

Starscream abruptly freezes, optics wide.

"Why are you... Is this not meant to be a celebratory occasion?"

"Yes, yes, it is. Don't mind me, I'm just..." You laugh, scrubbing coolant off your faceplate.

"...Really, really happy."

Starscream's twitching wings slump with relief when he hears this - abruptly, he's striding over to you with a sigh, pulling your servos away from your face to thumb the smears of coolant away.

"Idiot," He mutters exasperatedly, but it's fond. "Didn't take you for a crier at graduation."

"I just thought that I would never graduate," You blubber.

It suddenly dawns on you that the flight sequence he made you do earlier was the final flight exam prior to graduation - maneuver for maneuver. The tears abruptly start again.

Starscream sighs, but his servos are gentle on your cheeks as he carefully swipes coolant away.

"Come now. No tears. Think of the graduation photos, hm?"

You laugh then, imagining how you'd absolutely have tried to corner him for photos if you'd graduated normally - and how he'd likely have griped about being overwhelmed with students wanting to say goodbye, yet posing for each photo anyway.

He's still holding the shiny object from his subspace.

You sniff, scrubbing away the last of your tears. "What's that?"

Starscream pauses, and glances at the Decepticon insignia on his chassis. He traces it absently, shuttering his optics for a klik.

"You know that seekers trained by the Academy used to wear the crest of Vos?"

The war had long erased all physical evidence of that - previous badges having been long replaced by Autobot and Decepticon insignias - but you remembered.

"Yes," You whisper. You'd dreamed of this before, the day that you'd be given your badge.

Starscream twirled the object between his digits for another moment before offering it to you.

"Here."

With shaking servos, you gingerly take the gleaming silver crest. Polished wings on either side, shiny as ever. Starscream had clearly kept it in good condition.

"This one is mine," Starscream says softly. "I..." His digits ghost absently over the Decepticon insignia again. "I kept it."

"A-are you sure?"

"Vorns too late," he murmurs, "but you deserve it more than anyone."

Delicately, reverently, you rub your thumb over the polished silver.

"I'm sure you know about the tradition," Starscream says suddenly.

You glance at him, at the smirk that curls his intake. The seniors had talked about the traditions, and you're pretty sure you know which one he's talking about.

"Breaking your first wings?"

"One and the same," Starscream drawls. Abruptly, he grimaces. "Though I suppose you've already had your wings quite literally broken."

"Maybe I'll have better luck than anyone, then," You joke. The phantom pains still bother you sometimes, as do the nightmares. But Starscream looks haunted as is every time you catch him staring at your new wings. There's no point dwelling on it - you have wings, you can fly. It's a lot more than you could have hoped for, given the circumstances.

Starscream's wings tense, but he forces them down with an ex-vent. "I'm sure," He says at last.

"In that case, I'll-?" You gesture at the crest in your servos, seeking his permission.

"Go ahead."

Deftly, you snap the crest in two neat halves. You know how the tradition goes. No one ever wears the first pair - it gets broken, you keep one half, and you give the other half to someone important to you.

Without hesitating, you offer half to Starscream.

On some level, he must have expected this. All the same, he finds himself staring at the wing in your outstretched servo, frozen by your decision.

"Are you sure?" He finally rasps, when he finds his voice.

"Come on," You say, lightheartedly. "Who else am I gonna give this to?"

You see his optics darken, presumably remembering the circumstances that led to your dire lack of a proper social circle. "Also," you quickly rush to add, before he can really spiral. "Who trained me? Who was always there for me through thick and thin?"

His intake opens, but you save him from having to say anything.

"You," You say fiercely. "So don't you refuse this now."

That spurs him into action. Wordlessly, Starscream's larger servo closes around your outstretched one.

"To the end," He murmurs.

You echo his words.

"To the end."

Previous / Next

[hoe-days]

You know what, we got Senku reaction what about the rest of the main cast. Ukyo, Gen, Chrome, Tsukasa, Ryusui, and Hyoga react to someone flirting with their s/o thinking "oh hell no" to "oh wait they are too dense to realize they are being flirted with" then it's just reliving vietnam flashback on how long it took them to finessed their way into a relationship with their s/o

This is so funny

————

Ukyo hears everything, especially when it comes to his S/O. So imagine his shock when he’s patrolling around their current settlement and hears someone speaking to his S/O. That in itself is nothing out of the ordinary, but what the person says is what catches his attention.

“That Ukyo is pretty shrimpy, huh? How could a guy like that handle someone like you. A strong guy like me would be a better fit for someone like you.”

Ukyo cannot believe his ears. The slander upon his name. He’s not one for confrontation, so he plays it cool, getting closer to where they are and listening.

“Oh wow I guess you are pretty strong huh.”

S/O don’t do this, Ukyo’s heart can’t take it. His S/O smiles brightly.

“But I don’t really care about stuff like that! Having strong friends is nice but Ukyo is my boyfriend, and that isn’t a requirement for me. And it’s not nice to talk about people like that too.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Friend?”

Ukyo can’t help but chuckle from where he is. S/O completely misunderstood the situation. He lets out a sigh of relief. Funny thing is that it kinda reminds him of how he and S/O were before. They were pretty much dating before he even asked them out. Back before the petrification, when he wasn’t out at sea he would visit them and hang out. He courted them with fun dates and gifts. He still remembers the way his heart shattered when they told him, “I’ve never had a friend do so much for me as you do, Ukyo.” He shudders just remembering it. Though he was glad they understood he was courting them after he explained so, as awkward as the conversation was at first.

He shakes his head before coming out of his hiding spot and joining S/O.

——

Now Gen catches on immediately. He’d be with Senku and Ryusui discussing the Kingdom of Science’s next move and he’d happen to glance over at his S/O across the deck of the Perseus. That’s when he sees one of the brutes from the battle team talking to his S/O. He can judge based on the guy’s body language alone that he’s flirting. Senku and Ryusui notice Gen is distracted and follow his gaze.

“That guy is flirting with S/O right in front of you, Gen. He must think that because he’s strong he can do whatever. Am I wrong?”

“Is it me or does S/O seem completely unaware.”

“My dear Senku you are correct. As intelligent as my sweet S/O is, they’re a bit lacking in the ‘romantic intention’ department.”

Gen sighs as he watches the guy give S/O something. They smile brightly as they thank him.

“Ah yes. The gifts. I remember constantly giving them flowers trying to express my love and I thought it was me doing magic tricks for them.”

“Yikes.”

Gen watches on as his S/O jogs over, showing him what the man gave them.

“Hey Gen! Look at this cool trinket that guy made.”

Gen gets a devilish smile on his face. Time for the dramatics.

“Oh my sweet S/O! What guy?”

“Oh I don’t remember his name, I’ll have to ask later. Oh we should put this as a decoration in our house when the world is restored.”

Gen snickers as he watches the guy stand there in shock and awe. Senku deadpans and looks looks at Gen.

“I thought you were supposed to be the morale booster.”

———

Chrome is very protective of S/O. The relationship is fairly new after all. It took ages of him giving them cool things as gifts to try and profess his love before FINALLY getting over himself and asking them out directly. Nothing really changes between them once they’re dating though, neither of them are ready to amp up the PDA just yet. The only people that really know about the relationship are Senku and Kohaku, they were the ones that helped him think of a way to tell S/O in the first place. So giving the limited amount of people who know about them, obviously someone will try to get with S/O at some point. In comes Magma. S/O needed help with some heavy lifting and Kohaku was off with Chrome busy with something else. Imagine their surprise to find that when they come back, Magma is flexing and boosting himself in front of S/O as they work.

“YEAH. BET YOU’RE NOT USED TO SEEING STRONG GUYS LIKE ME AT WORK. GET A GOOD LOOK.”

Kohaku is ready to jump into action and scold Magma, but stops when she realizes Chrome isn’t reacting.

“We need to stop him before he makes S/O too uncomfortable- huh?”

“I don’t even think S/O knows he’s there.”

“Oh.”

Chrome chuckles sheepishly and rubs the back of his head when S/O turns and notices them standing there. The jump up, running over to greet them excitedly, leaving Magma staring in confusion.

“You guys are back! Did you bring me anything cool back, Chrome?”

Chrome shoots a smug smirk at Magma before looking back to his S/O.

“Yeah! Check out this bad mineral I found.”

——

Tsukasa’s S/O is never too far away from him. They were the first person he revived when he gained control of the cave and have been at his side since. Most would see this and immediately understand that they have a deep bond with Tsukasa, but it seems sense is lost on some people. Some people being Yo. He decides that to get to the top, maybe be could suck up to Tsukasa’s right hand. No biggie! He walks up while S/O is taking a break from their sparring match with Nikki, and strikes up a conversation. He lays on the flirting pretty thick. Nikki is about to confront Yo but pauses when she notices Tsukasa and Hyoga walking up, most likely to join in training.

Hyoga raises an eyebrow at the scene before them before looking over at Tsukasa, who has the same stoic expression as he usually does.

“Well. Are you going to do something? Or would you like me to handle it.”

Tsukasa just chuckles.

“No, it’s fine.”

S/O who was staring at Yo a bit confused at what he was rambling about, turns their attention to Tsukasa behind him. Their expression immediately turns joyful.

Yo smirks, thinking S/O is on the same page as him, but is left dumbfounded when S/O jogs past him to talk to Tsukasa, smiling brightly as they look up at him.

“Tsu, you have to see the new move I came up with. I was teaching it to Nikki.”

Tsukasa smiles down at them warmly, placing a hand on their head.

“Yes, you’ll certainly have to show me.”

Nikki shakes her head before bopping Yo on the head.

“Are you really that stupid? Flirting with Tsukasa’s lover like that??”

“I DID WHAT?”

——

Ryusui is incredibly open with his affections for his S/O, so it’s damn near impossible to NOT know they’re together. So naturally it’s someone they don’t know! After the events on Treasure Island everyone is trying to calm down and work on repairing the Perseus, so Ryusui and his S/O don’t see each other much outside of sleeping in bed together. So imagine his surprise when he hears from Minami that one of the locals is looking to court his S/O. Initially he’s a bit serious, but then he laughs as Minami stands there shocked.

“HAHAHA. Clearly you don’t know anything about my partner.”

Minami blinks before following him to look over the railing over the Perseus, looking down at the beach where S/O was. A couple suitors stood by, looking to help with their task.

“Naturally people would be drawn to someone as great as my partner. WHO WOULDN’T? But S/O won’t budge.”

Minami looks on as S/O smiles and thanks the men for their help.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah they’re just being friendly.”

He looks down at S/O a bit exasperated.

“I asked them out multiple times and they thought I was joking. I bought them three luxury cars and they said I was too generous of a FRIEND. It took two romantic boat rides for them to realize I wanted to date them.”

Minami looks at him dumbfounded.

“THERE’S NO WAY.”

——

Now you’d have to be pretty stupid to even think of flirting with Hyoga’s S/O. That, or it’s someone who simply doesn’t care. Like Moz. He doesn’t care if they’re with Hyoga. If Hyoga likes them then that must mean he thinks they’re “proper”, which means they must be strong. That’s exactly Moz’s type. He has no shame in flirting with them once he’s a part of the Kingdom of Science. Though he knows better than to do it in front of Hyoga, not yet at least. However, Hyoga is well aware of Moz’s interest in his S/O and honestly, had his S/O expressed any discomfort, he’d have immediately put an end to it. But he knows them. He knows that they don’t care a bit about Moz’s flirting because they don’t even realize he’s flirting. Which is why he looks on as Moz once again preys after his S/O.

“You know S/O, I like the feisty ones. The strong ones like you. You’re just my type.”

“Really? Oh then maybe we can find someone like me for you.”

Moz smirks, thinking S/O is being coy, but then his smirk drops when he realizes they’re being dead serious.

Hyoga puts a hand on Moz’s shoulder, his grip tight.

“As you can see Moz, S/O is a bit dense. I can guarantee you that they have no clue of your intentions.”

Moz blinks, then looks at Hyoga with a small smirk.

“Then how did a stiff like you manage to do it.”

“A secret only S/O and I will know.”

[leth-writes]

Crest (yandere batfam)

SUMMARY: Elaboration on one of my previous posts. 

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans. Heavy discussion of drugging.

MASTERLIST 

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Waking up is a difficult battle. You feel as though you’re swimming through syrup, fighting to stay conscious even as you slowly peel your eyes open. You groan and roll over as the sun pierces your exhausted eyes, floating swirls of dust passing through the beam.

The pillow is soft, the softest thing you’ve ever felt. You bury your face deeper into the soft fabric, inhaling gently; the smell of the fabric softener, sweet and fresh, is still present. You feel comfy, almost like you’re melting into the bed, and the idea of getting up into the fresh, cool air is saddening.

Your thoughts pass slowly and unhurriedly, sticky sweet. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re so relaxed.

Finally, through the ringing in your ears, you hear Tim’s voice gently calling out your name. He reaches a thin, pale hand out to shake your shoulder, and you groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. You aren’t ready to get up yet, to push aside the cobwebs and try to go about your day.

“It’s time to wake up,” he croons, pulling your arm from your face. Your arm is limp, and the effort to keep it in the air exhausts you. 

You huff. “Please, 5 more minutes?” You plead, trying to look up at him through the haze. Your eyes won’t focus, and his face is blurry. Only his complexion, pale as a ghost, is identifiable to you. Otherwise, you’d surely confuse him with any of his family.

You think you can see a smile, though it’s difficult to tell. He leans down and kisses your forehead. He chuckles softly, like you’re an adorable child he’s babysitting and not older than him.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get up, this morning?” He asks, voice soft and low. He’s trying not to give you a headache. You appreciate the sentiment.

You sigh and shift slowly, trying to sit up. Your sore muscles, weak from disuse, protest at the movement. When did you become so weak? Sure, you were never super physically active, preferring more sedimentary hobbies and work, but you were always able to move by yourself. Thinking back, it’s hard to remember a time before you resided in the manor. You couldn’t remember where you lived, where you worked… Maybe you’d always been like this, half a person, all your thoughts and feelings scooped out until only the shallowest remained.

Tim catches you right as you slip, almost hitting your head against the bed. He curses lowly, propping you up with a pillow.

“I guess not, huh?” You can hear him chuckle again, though you don’t think you know why he’s laughing.

He pulls away, leaving you sitting at the head of your bed, blankets pooled around you and slung over your bare legs.

You think he leaves, though it’s hard to tell as he blends in with the blurry shadows of the room. You can hear the door swing open.

You stare forlornly down at your legs, barely able to make them out among the giant pile of blankets they’re buried in. You try to wiggle your foot; you think you can barely make out the movement among the pile.

Your arms are too weak to hold you up and your abs protest their current position. It’s humiliating, not being able to function, having your friend and his family take care of you. You miss your old life, you think, or at least what hazy memories you still have.

Time passes, both slow and quick, and Tim re-enters the room. You look up, only to see another blurry figure moving toward you. The figure is massive, hulking, clad in what looks like a dark crew neck tee and low slung sweatpants. His hair is shorn short, and as he moves closer, you can make out a blur of white from among the messy strands.

“Hey, baby bird,” he says, voice low and rough. He must’ve just woken up. He moves to stand beside you, and you can just make out the thick, corded muscle on display. You think you catch a patch of darkened skin along the side of his face, maybe a scar, but the longer you try to focus, the more your eyes protest. It stings, not being able to even see someone standing right next to you, to not be able to focus in any way.

It’s Jason. It’s Jason! You feel momentarily proud of yourself for being able to recognize him, before the humiliation bleeds through. It took you until he was right next to you to be able to identify him. God, you wish you were normal.

You mumble out a greeting, looking away. It’s still hard to speak, your brain moving too slow and your mouth working even slower, unable to speak clearly or remember what you were saying. You usually forgot the start of the sentence by the end, so you were forced to keep them short. 

“Alright, up we go.” He says, then lifts you up, carrying you princess-style. You can feel his muscles underneath your legs. You lean into his chest, seeking that sense of warmth; Jason always runs hot. You catch a flash of green in your peripheral, but by the time you’ve managed to turn your head, it’s gone. 

You can see Tim walking next to Jason, and you think he’s smiling. You can definitely hear him humming, happy to see you up for the day. 

Finally, Jason sets you down gently in your wheelchair, and Tim drops a blanket on your lap, tucking it in around you. 

“All ready for the day?” He asks, though he doesn’t wait for an answer before he starts pushing you through the opened door. 

He moves you slowly, ever so slowly, through the hallway, chatting quietly with Jason. They’re speaking too quickly for you to follow, though you hear your name a couple of times. The hallway, like everything else, is incredibly blurry, preventing you from being able to see where exactly you are, though you can see the beams of light streaming in from the periodically placed windows. You know, deep in your bones, that these windows don’t open. You don’t know how you know that.

Finally, you reach the stairs, your little entourage coming to a stop.

“Would you like to take the lift, or would you like Jason to carry you?” Tim asks, crouching in front of you. You try to look him in the eye, though you just can’t bring yourself to focus.

The lift is tedious, and sometimes makes you nauseous, but it allows you a sense of autonomy and independence you don’t usually get. It also makes you nervous; what if you fall? You know they’d never let that happen, the machine is constantly tended to and is top of the line. Still, it makes you anxious, visions of you injured and maimed flashing through your mind. The thick cotton lining your brain means the thoughts stick, tormenting you.

However, being carried means the embarrassment of admitting you can’t make it down the stairs yourself. You know you used to prefer crawling, back when your vision wasn’t so bad and you could actually lift yourself off the ground, but that hasn’t been an option for months, if not years. You don’t actually know how long it’s been, each day melting into the last.

Sighing, you gesture to Jason. They get the point, and you are once again lifted up, this time swaddled in the blanket to keep away the chill. You stare down at the fluffy blue blanket, patterned with a symbol you know you used to be able to identify, though now you can’t name.

Finally, you make it to the bottom of the stairs, Tim stepping down seconds later, your chair in hand. He sets it down and you are gently placed back in it and re-swaddled. The blanket is wrapped tight enough that you have a hard time moving your legs; it doesn’t matter, because you can’t move them very well. You wiggle your toes, just to feel something.

Tim pushes you through the manor, passing blurry painting after blurry painting, before finally moving you into what you think is the living room.

The living room is bright and ornate, from what you remember, though now most of the details are lost to your foggy memory and wandering eyes. Still, you can spot the dull green couches and the low, gold-accented coffee table.

“Baby bird!” A tall shape cries, moving closer. Just by voice, and by the irritating enthusiasm, you know it’s Dick.

You mumble a greeting as he kisses your forehead and grips your hands.

“How did you sleep?”

“Well,” you answer, voice thick with sleep. It’s the truth, you always sleep like the dead. Or at least you think you do, you can’t really remember the days before too well. Still, your bed is warm and welcoming, and that must count for something.

Dick hums happily and bounces away to sit on the couch, next to who can only be Damian, the smallest of the family members.

Damian is petting a black and white blurry shape, who lays sprawled across his lap. Alfred the cat. You think you spot Titus and Ace curled around the base of the couch.

Another shape, who you know is Bruce, moves closer to pull you into a hug, though your back screams at the motion. You wince and he lets go. It seems everyone, even Cass, is present for your feeding today.

“Well, now that everyone’s here, I think someone is ready for their breakfast!” Tim calls, moving to pick up a tray that balances on the coffee table.

He moves to sit down on the loveseat, a battered old blue chair you used to love lounging in, back when you could move easily and stretch any way you wanted.

You already know what’s coming. Tim slowly raises the warm pouch to your mouth, and you begin gulping it down eagerly. The liquid is warm and spiced, heady on your tongue. Before, you’d found it disgusting. Before, you’d refused to eat it. However, after two months on a liquid IV, bound to the bed and completely out of it, you took what you could get. You lean out of your seat, practically sprawled on Tim’s lap. You can hear the soft murmur of conversation, though it moves through you like water.

Tim runs a hand down your back, soothing you as you gulp down the liquid happily.

 Today, you finish quickly, though you protest when it is finished. You miss real food, though you can’t remember eating any.

Chuckles reverberate around the room at your eagerness. 

The conversation lulls, and Tim pulls you to lounge fully in his lap. Your legs sling across the arm of the chair, your head safely cushioned on his shoulder, and Jason throws him the blanket, which is quickly placed around your shoulders. Tim shushes you as you groan, irritated at not being able to sit by yourself.

The family picks their conversation back up, and you catch your name being thrown around, though you aren’t truly paying attention. You drift in place, content with just existing.

You feel fuzzy, warm, content in your place in the world. Normally at this time of day, you’d be fighting, at least you have vague memories of doing so, but the meal has made you tired, belly full and lulling you to sleep. So, you doze.

You are startled awake by Dick gently shaking your shoulders, and you rouse slowly, moving through the fog of your after-breakfast nap.

“Baby bird, it’s time for your stretches!” He practically sings, picking you up and then laying you down on the soft, plush blanket placed on the floor of the living room just for this purpose.

The conversation, once again, goes quiet, as everyone watches. It’s humiliating, having everyone watch you as you struggle to lift your legs for your daily stretches, though Dick’s soft cooing is perhaps even more embarrassing. 

You stare blankly at the ceiling, waiting for the torture to end.

“They’re doing well today,” Jason mumbles to Dick, who hums in agreement.

Oh, they’re talking about you. Like you aren’t there.

You sigh.

“Hmm, it’s because we upped the dose. I think we should keep it at this level, they’re so pliant and cute like this!” Dick replies back, turning to look at Tim. Out of your peripheral, you see Tim nod.

Dose? The word floats through your foggy mind, though it eventually sinks to the bottom before you can try to focus on it. No matter. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

Finally, Dick stops with the stretches, cooing and kissing your now sweaty forehead. 

“It’s time for their bath,” you hear Jason say.

Suddenly, the room is in an uproar. It seems they’re fighting over who gets the honors. You curl up, embarrassed and humiliated, agony ripping through your chest. Tears break through, and suddenly they’re pouring down your face, drenching you in salt and sticky tracks.

“Awe,” Dick sighs, leaning over to pick you up. He walks over to the couch where Damian is currently sitting, plopping you down and bringing you in for a hug. He rocks you back and forth, soothing you as you sob. For some reason, it just pours out of you.

“P-please,” you beg, hands coming up to clutch at Dick’s shirt. Your hands can’t fully grasp the material, refusing to close, and you sob harder.

Dick coos, then gently repositions you. Suddenly, your head is pressed to his stomach, your legs stretched over Damian’s lap. You don’t know where the cat went.

The room is oddly quiet, amplifying your sobs and pleads.

You can feel Dick running his hand down your back. Oddly, it helps.

Your sobs peter off as you’re hit with another wave of exhaustion. You fall asleep, face buried in his stomach, as the conversation around you picks up.

[hughes86-43]

“Husband” | L.Hughes

summary- based off the tiktok trend, you call your boyfriend “husband” and see his reaction

warnings - none, but small section about gaining weight from food! maybe a bit all over the place!

You are cleaning the counter off in the kitchen when you hear the front door open. Luke calls from down the hallway, taking his shoes off at the door, “Babe? I’m home.”

“In the kitchen!” You holler back to him.

“Okay, I’m going to take my stuff into the bedroom and then I’ll be in there in a minute.” As soon as you hear him head to your shared bedroom, you get your phone ready to set it up on the counter as now is a good time to do the prank.

You had seen earlier on TikTok this trend where you call your boyfriend “husband” to get his reaction. You thought the trend was hilarious when you saw it and you instantly had the idea to do it on Luke. The idea was is that you were going to tell him you were making a TikTok discussing your favorite foods from Trader Joe’s.

He walks into the kitchen, and quickly places a kiss to your cheek, “Hey, love. Did you go to the store today?” He moves to the refrigerator to get a water out.

“Yeah, just got some of the usual stuff,” You say as you mess with the kitchen towel on the counter, “I’m about to do a favorites video on TikTok about my favorite stuff from Trader Joe’s, do you want to be a part of it? You can just stay behind me, and if you want, give some input on the things you like.”

Knowing he could never really say no to you, he says, “Yeah, I’ll be a part of it. You bought those good chocolate muffins so I’m definitely speak my input on those since last week I ate two in a day.” You laugh at that and remember how he complained about it the whole next day saying he was definitely gaining weight and never eating them again (although he went back the next day and ate another).

“Okay, I have it all set up so I’ll start it.”

Pressing the record button after making sure you’re both in frame, you say, “Today I’m going to be going over my favorite items to get from Trader Joe’s! Starting with my husband Luke’s favorite item to get!” You look at him behind you in the camera, he’s just drinking his water with a huge smirk on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything about what you called him.

He comes up to stand beside you and says, “Husband, huh? Anyway, these chocolate muffins are really simple, but they are my favorite from there, I make sure she gets them every time. However, I will say that they get addictive and you’ll eat like two in one day, but it’s worth it!” After giving his opinion on them, he goes back to standing behind you in the frame as you continue to talk about more items.

“Now this next one my husband and I always have to have and they are the chocolate croissants! If you haven’t noticed, we love chocolate here. These take a bit to prep but they’re good,” You show the camera the box of croissants and move on to a coffee creamer, “My husband also loves this coffee creamer and I love it too, but I much prefer this brown sugar one.” Luke still hasn’t said anything about you calling him “husband”, but he just continues to drink his water with a huge grin on his face every time you say it.

Once you go through all the items, you say at the end, “Me and my husband go there pretty regularly to shop, we hope you guys like this video!” After you hit the button to stop recording, you wait on Luke to say something.

When you’re about to turn around to put the stuff up, he says, “I think I definitely got the hint that you want me to be your husband, as you said it about ten times!” He moves from leaning against the counter to go throw his water bottle away while laughing.

“I just had to make sure everyone knew that you are my husband!” You say shrugging your shoulders, trying to hold in your own laugh.

“Hmm I didn’t mind you calling me that, but we aren’t even married yet! Everybody’s going to be thinking that they missed out on our wedding or that we didn’t invite them!” He comes back around the counter to help put the groceries away with you.

“So? Let them think what they want,” You say acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Babe! We can’t post that, everybody is going to be so mad! Everybody will think that we don’t like them, we didn’t want them to be apart of our big day! I’ve told so many people that if I ever get married that they’d be a part of my groomsmen party…,” He continues to babble on and on about how everyone will be hurt, but you can’t help to let out your laugh that you’ve been trying to hold. “What’s so funny? Everybody’s gonna be mad at us!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was a prank, it was just a joke,” You say trying to calm down for a second. “I saw on TikTok how you film your boyfriend’s reaction to being called husband so I had to give it a try. Although, I thought you’d be concerned about me calling you husband more than being concerned everyone will be mad at us for not telling them.”

“Well, I didn’t want anyone to think that we didn’t like them,” He says looking at you like you lost your mind since you’re still laughing. “I should’ve known it was a joke as you kept calling me it over and over.” He now starts to laugh about it.

Going over to him, you lift your arms around his neck. “What can I say, I think I executed that pretty well, don’t ya think?”

“Hmm, maybe,” he says with a wink. “Although I did really love hearing you call me your husband.” He pulls you into a hug.

Humming you smile up at him, “Did you now? Huh, I think I did too.” You pull away from him and go back to putting the groceries up.

“Sooner or later, it may come true.”

Turning your head to what he just said, you joke, “Oh really now? And I’m just gonna have to wait now?”

He turns to start walking out of the kitchen to the living room, looking over his shoulder, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, wife,” he says with a wink and a smirk.