#what they do with each other… not my business. i don’t mean to pry

[vulpinesaint]

one thing about people who like spike is that very often they will ship him with buffy and care about him in that way. however i. do not do that

[silens-oro]

You Know Where You Are: Part I

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Musician!Reader Angst/Established Relationship Part II | Part III

The Pitt Playlist located here The Pitt Masterlist

Synopsis: Dr. Robby's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day started before he even made it to PTMC. He was supposed to go to Pittfest to support his girlfriend's band with Jake, but decided to flake and give his ticket to Jake's girlfriend. You are less than thrilled with his lack of communication. Word Count: 965 Content Warning: Arguing; Reader is in her 30's A/N: This will be a three-parter.

“Why is an alarm going off?” You grumbled into Robby’s warm chest as the jingle from his phone repeated itself. Robby groaned as he reached over to the nightstand to turn it off. He was silent for a few beats, his other hand coming up to rub your back gently. “Mikey?”

“I’m goin’ in today.” He mumbled into the crown of your head. 

“You’re what?” Sitting up in a hurry, you pushed yourself off him, but kept your eyes pinpointed on his. Michael was looking anywhere else in the room but at you. “No. No, Mike! You said you weren’t going to do this.”

“I know.” He responded gently, his eyes breaking from yours. 

“You know.” Scoffing, you started to get off the bed, but was stopped by his hand gently grabbing your thigh, squeezing it in a way that told you he did not want this to get blown into an argument. Not today. “What about Jake? You can’t just ditch him.”

“Giving him my pass for his girlfriend. They’ll have a blast and apparently she’s a huge fan of you guys.” He tried to soften the blow. All it did was build the irritation that was growing inside of you. 

“And me?” Your question hung in the air.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Absolutely not.” Gently prying his hand off your leg, you stood and threw on some random clothes he had in the second drawer that housed various t-shirts, jeans and leggings that you’d left over time. “Genuinely don’t know what I was expecting.” You muttered under your breath as you pulled a t-shirt over your head.  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He had the nerve to sound indignant.

“It means that I am a very reasonable person who rolls with the punches when it comes to you, but god forbid something on my end -pre planned well in advance, mind you- is important to me and it gets thrown by the wayside.”

“Today is-” You held up your hand to stop him. 

“-I know what today is.” Your voice took on a somber tone. “And I am so incredibly sorry that you have to carry this with you, Mike. I am. I love you and I support you wholeheartedly, but you obviously knew you were going to do this well before this morning and you chose not to tell me. A heads up is all that I’m asking for here.”

“Had I known missing this set was going to be a huge deal-”

“It’s not about the set!” Your voice rose. “I don’t care about the set, Mike! My life is set after set. I cared about spending time with you and Jake. The set is an hour out of my day. Both of us are stupidly busy people with demanding careers who don’t get to see a whole lot of each other outside of some quick takeout and going to bed -if we’re even in the same state!” It wasn’t meant to be a jab, but Robby felt it all the same. 

“You’ve never had a problem with me having to cancel for work.” His voice was starting to get an irritated tone to it, one that you knew he knew he was wrong, but was doubling down. 

“That’s not what this is!” You snapped, “I’m not mad because you get called in to work, Mike! You did this on purpose. They didn’t call you in, you are choosing to go in on a day that you already arranged to have off for no other reason than you won’t communicate!” He winced -you don’t communicate was repeated like a broken record through just about every failed relationship he had. “I don’t understand how you don’t see why I’m frustrated with this and, quite frankly, it’s pissing me off even more than I was to begin with because I can’t tell if you know what you’re doing or if this is just a defensive reflex!”

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand on your side, you sighed when you saw how early it actually was. Deciding that removing yourself from Mike’s townhouse was the best option so you could cool off without figuratively ripping his head from his body, you grabbed your purse off his dresser. 

“Where are you going?” Mike stood from the bed, pajama pants hanging low in his hips. There was clear panic in his eyes, but he couldn’t navigate himself out of the hole he had dug himself. 

“Back to my place.” You didn’t bother to untie your sneakers as you shoved your feet into them, pulling roughly until they popped on. 

“Come on,” He said your name softly, “-please just get back into bed-”

“Why?” You snapped, “You’re getting ready for work and I don’t have a reason to be here right now.” Mike winced, then inhaled deeply before nodding -not to agree with you, but to process the words that you just said to him. 

“You don’t need a reason to be here.” He was nearly begging. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from going off the deep end. 

“Fine, I don’t want to be here.” You ground out. And truthfully, you didn’t. Anger was a rarity coming from you -life happens- but this wasn’t “life happens”. This was “Robby happens” and when Robby happens...you shook your head. 

“You coming back here tonight?” He knew it was a long shot, but he asked anyway. 

“You know, Mike…” You shrugged, exasperated, arms swinging out from your sides, “-probably not.” Done with the conversation you left the bedroom, angry that this was how the day -a day that was supposed to be fun and a distraction from the shit Mike deals with- started in a fiery blaze. 

“Don’t-” Not bothering to hear his response as you fled through the townhouse, you let the door slam closed behind you. 

Part II

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[muletia]

I have not been able to stop thinking of smokescreen being one with boobs think we could get more of that pretty please like oh god him just being obsessed with your body and adoring it

obsessed!smokescreen x human!reader very suggestive/sexual content

cw: possessiveness, clinginess, breast play

word count: 1000

"Smokescreen" a reprimand.

"Hmm?" and a cheerful hum.

You glare at the large helm blocking your laptop screen, leaving no illusions about how much you currently disapprove of his clinginess. When all you get in return is an even wider, confident smirk and Smokescreen leaning in to steal a kiss, you reach your limit. You press your palm against the center of his faceplate, covering his intake, and try to clear the space between you and your laptop by pushing him away with all your strength. Naturally, it ends in utter failure. Smokescreen doesn’t budge.

"You won’t succeed, sweetspark," he says, his voice muffled by your hand. "No force in the world can pull me away from you right now."

As he starts placing small, quick kisses on the inside of your palm, you groan in frustration.

Sometimes, his clinginess was honestly endearing, especially after a long separation, when you finally had free time to lounge together on the couch in the garage, showering each other with affection all day long. But today, it was giving you nothing but a headache. You had mountains of overdue work to catch up on, which you had informed him about beforehand, adding that you wouldn’t be able to meet up today. You just hadn’t expected that he’d come to visit anyway, barge into your home, and sprawl out on your bed with you, making it nearly impossible to get anything done with his unrestrained longing.

"Don’t you have some Decepticon afts to kick?" you ask, craning your head in every direction in search of a good place to actually see what you do.

"Naaah, not today. Today, I’m all yours," he says between kisses. "I mean… I’m always yours, of course! Only yours. But today especially."

His large optics gaze at you, but you refuse to make eye contact. You’re still trying to find a way to ignore his advances, which hurts but also fuels his determination to keep vying for your attention. He hasn’t had many chances to do so lately. Smokescreen wanted to make the most of every nanoklik together, not feel like a third wheel between you and your laptop.

"Come on, sweetspark," he whines, prying your hand away from his faceplate. "Let’s do something fun. Maybe we can try beating our last record on the track, hm?"

"Sorry, Smokes. I’m not going anywhere." You sigh. "I have to finish this work, so be a good mech and find something to do."

"Can I keep myself busy with you?"

That question makes you want to scream, but before you explode, an idea forms in your head.

"Actually… you can," you say.

Smokescreen’s faceplate lights up with joy, as if you had just gifted him a star from the sky. He’s already preparing to bury you under an avalanche of kisses when you stop him with an outstretched hand. A single optical ridge rises.

"Give me your servo," you encourage, and Smokescreen obeys without hesitation. "I’ll give you something to play with since you’re so adamant about not backing off. Just, for the love of God, be gentle."

You guide his large servo under your loose T-shirt until it reaches your chest. At the contact with hard metal, you shiver slightly, but you leave his servo there. Immediately, his thumb begins stroking your skin.

You’re lucky you didn’t wear a bra today.

"Wow," Smokescreen sighs, utterly captivated by the softness and plumpness of your breasts. "They’re so soft."

"And sensitive," you warn. "Don’t squeeze too hard, alright?"

"Mhm," he hums, unable to tear his gaze away from his servo working under your shirt.

"Here’s the deal. You let me finish my work in peace, and then we’ll think about breaking that record, okay?"

"Mhm," another barely coherent response. But you’d take that over having his helm constantly shoved in front of your laptop.

Smokescreen found himself on a cloud nine.

He had experienced the softness of your body before. He was convinced he knew it by heart, and though every time he held and touched you was pure bliss, it didn’t even compare to what he was feeling now.

Remembering to be gentle, he alternates between squeezing and stroking, familiarizing himself with this new shape, savoring how easily your flesh yields under his fingers and then bounces back into place when released. He quickly becomes mesmerized by the sensation and craves more. He squeezes again, and again, and again, sometimes gathering more from the left, sometimes from the right, utterly enchanted by the plushness you’ve allowed him to experience, yet profoundly grateful for this taste of true happiness.

Smokescreen suddenly feels the overwhelming need to share that happiness with you. To show you just how grateful he is in the only way he knows how.

Yet, he cannot let go of his selfish desires in the process.

"So?" you ask after several minutes of silence. "Do you like it?"

"I want more," Smokescreen whispers.

"Uh, sure. The other one’s all yours."

"No. I want more," he says mysteriously, staring at your chest like a predator eyeing its prey.

You stop working just in time for the attack.

With a speed unfathomable to you, Smokescreen pushes your shirt up and slips his helm underneath. Without wasting a second, a dense rain of kisses descends upon your chest, starting from your sternum and eventually moving to your breast, kissing all around your nipple and in less precise spots.

"Incorrigible!" you shout.

You pull at the collar of your shirt to investigate what he’s doing, hoping he might reconsider upon seeing your fury, but Smokescreen has no intention of looking up — far too absorbed in worshipping your body.

Which is adorable and lovely… just not when you need to work.

"Primus, you’re so beautiful and soft," he murmurs. He momentarily latches onto the skin of your inner breast, attempting to leave a peculiar hickey, which he successfully does after a few moments. "I don’t want to break any records today," he informs you, nuzzling against your left breast, rubbing his faceplate over it. "I want to stay right here. Forever."

[saerins]

[ ೀ pucker up, buttercup | itoshi sae ]

ೀ content: female reader, fluff, sae and reader are adults, pet names (sae’s choice of words are stupid/idiot, calls reader ‘my girl’), alcohol, slightly suggestive at the end. | wc 1.5k | notes: okay did a very quick drabble for sae for christmas !! merry christmas to you guys <3

ೀ summary: being sae’s girlfriend is tough. there’s a lot of things he can’t make time for, and unfortunately this time, it’s you. but somehow, he always pulls through.

it’s christmas eve and you’re at your company function, looking at the fruits of your hard labour.

the event hall is decked with christmas decorations; stockings lining the walls and corresponding to different names for everyone’s secret santa to gift accordingly, christmas lights surrounding every table, everyone getting their fair share of the catering you’d arranged.

“this is amazing,” your boss gushes as she excitedly throws her arms around you. she’s only a few years older than you, so it’s not all too surprising that she’s always super friendly with you.

“relax on the alcohol, okay?” you joke with her, smelling the liquor already.

she pouts at you, batting her eyelashes. “oh c’mon, are you still upset that your boyfriend couldn’t make it for christmas?”

you sigh, though you keep a strong front, smiling through it. being the private girlfriend of an international soccer superstar is tough; he has to miss holidays and special occasions and more often than not you can’t even get your calls through because he’s just that busy. you’d been excited for this year’s christmas though, because he had said he’d be able to fly back home this time.

but as it turns out, his manager—who so happens to love overworking him—has other plans. so all of that excitement just went down the drain. still, what else can you say to him other than good luck with it? you knew being his girlfriend was going to be tough, but it’s starting to take a toll after feeling like you barely exist in his world.

still, you stare at the message he last sent you.

i love you.

and you go soft. soft, because you know he means it. soft, because despite everything, you believe in the man you fell in love with. the one who gave you your first kiss back in high school, the one who’s so awkward that even initiating to hold hands last time had his entire face beet red. the one who never fails to assure you that in spite of the distance, he’s always still thinking of you.

you fiddle with your necklace, the promise ring sae gave you when you were back in high school sitting around your neck like it always has.

in between all the long distance arguments and the time differences and the i miss you, wish you were here with me, you still find yourself hopelessly in love with itoshi sae. even when your friends say they can’t imagine being in your shoes, even when numerous tabloids love to put models or athletes as your competition, you know there’s still no one else you’d rather be with than him.

“i’m fine, really,” you assure your boss, prying her off of you and then adjusting her so her arm is around your shoulder as you lead her to her stocking. “here, why don’t you busy yourself and see what your secret santa got you?”

you really just want to distract your boss so she wouldn’t accidentally end up throwing you a pity party. all you want to do today is to make it through it, spend the first hour of christmas day rounding up the party and then get home and sleep your day away. it’ll distract you from the absence of your boyfriend anyway.

as you watch your boss happily open up whatever’s in her stocking, you wonder if your secret santa got you anything. (of course, some secret santas are dicks and end up not getting their person anything.) so count yourself lucky when you open up your stocking to find both a gift and a card.

amused, you rip the card out of its envelope, your heart skipping a beat when you see that inside of it, there’s a picture of you and sae as high school kids, beside each other, his face deadpan while you’re grinning from ear to ear, resting your head against his shoulder. the message reads: i love you so much it’s stupid.

you’re still in shock but you open up the little gift box, maroon with a green bow on it. when you see what’s inside, you can’t help but chuckle.

holding it above you, under the light, you can see the words hey, stupid engraved on the side of the fake mistletoe before feeling a warm pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind, cold lips catching you off guard as they press themselves against yours.

it fills you up inside, takes all the weight off your shoulders. you’ll recognise him anywhere, without having to look or hear, the way his lips feel against yours, how he holds you gently against him, laughing softly against your lips as you pull him closer to you by the collar.

never in your wildest dreams did you expect to see your boyfriend in japan, let alone at your work party of all places, and now here you both are, kissing under the mistletoe.

“woah relax there,” he teases you, pulling away but still holding you close.

he’s here, he’s actually here. his hair’s in a mess, and there are circles under his eyes, but he’s smiling. he’s smiling at you and he’s here with you and you don’t even feel the tears forming in your eyes because you’re too busy relishing in the moment.

“itoshi sae,” you call out to him, your hands patting on his body, his black coat and his scarf are real and he’s here—he’s really here. “i thought you were too busy to come back…”

how long has it been now since you’d last seen him? a year? perhaps longer? he’s been so busy nowadays that you wondered at one point if he would even come back to you at all.

sae sighs, holding your cheeks in his hands as he presses his forehead against yours. “i’m sorry,” he says tensely, shaking his head slightly. “i was away for so long, and i just…” his teal eyes stare into yours, both your eyelashes dancing against one another. “i missed you, and i just wanted to see you.”

you’re laughing in disbelief, still holding him close because you’re just that afraid that this’ll all be an illusion that might soon slip away. “and they just let you off like that? that simple?”

he presses his lips into a firm line, averting his gaze. “let’s just say that they weren’t happy about it but i’m the important one, so…” he smiles, genuinely, putting an arm around. “they don’t have a choice but to let me come home to see my girl.”

turns out, he’d called in a favour to your boss, asked her about christmas plans because he knew from your texts that you were in charge of putting it all together. and then he asked her to put the gifts in your stocking. and you laugh hearing about it, because you’re thinking of how your life could’ve gone a totally different way. you could’ve gotten into a relationship with someone else who wouldn’t do this much for you, wouldn’t make time for you, wouldn’t travel across the world and put their own things down all in the name of meeting you.

“what’re you thinking about, stupid?”

you look into his eyes, shaking your head. “nothing, it’s nothing, i just- i love you, itoshi sae.” you smile, and sae smiles too because he loves how your smile reaches your eyes. and he loves being the reason you smile so he’s going to keep being that—and he makes a promise to himself to make you happy for life. but maybe that’s a gesture for next time. right now, he just wants to spend the rest of the holidays with you.

the clock strikes twelve, and he steals the mistletoe from you, holding it up between the two of you again, wincing from how cheesy it is after he does it, earning a chuckle from you.

“merry christmas, idiot.” and he kisses you again, long and slow and completely oblivious to everyone else that’s there who are staring and clapping—half of them still in awe that the itoshi sae is here and half of them in shock after putting two and two together that he’s your special guy.

“so, you’re gonna be here till new years’?” you ask in between kisses.

sae nods, “at least, why?”

you grin, pulling him by the belt as you lead him out of the event hall. “think it’s time we get home and just spend it between the two of us, yeah?”

sae laughs, letting you drag him along, wondering whether by this time next year, will he be lucky enough to call you his wife?

but when he sees that promise ring he gifted you still nestling snug around your neck, he has no doubt. you’re each other’s for life. and you’re worth every single risk he has to take.

[lipstickmarks]

beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding Mor. 💋🍷🍒🥧

Pairing: Mor x fem!reader, former Azriel x fem!reader (mentioned)

Summary: "They've both taken lovers over the years..." // Azriel and Mor have both taken lovers over the years but what happens when Mor discovers they both have had you? Your "fling" with Mor that is growing more serious by the day and your history with Ariel becomes the catalyst for Mor finally admitting the truth to Azriel.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: violence (not toward reader or Mor), blood, alcohol, coming out, internalized homophobia?, mentions of death (in the past), nipple play, scissoring, tribbing, food play, teasing, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, hickeys, biting, fluff, mean Mor lowkey 🤭

Author's note: title has nothing to do with anything except the fact that it always reminds me of Mor and I felt like "she's my cherry pie" was too cheesy | if I missed any tags, pls lmk! I don't know all the fancy terms for this shit nowadays 🫶🏻

It was a stupid, idiotic game suggested by stupid idiotic males. 

Mor was nursing a glass of red wine, sat at a round moonstone table at the river estate. The inner circle’s usual night of reverie at Rita’s culminated in everyone slumping back to the estate half-dead with 90% liquor in their veins. The night started out fun with good food and good-natured ribbing amongst her family but it had devolved into a headache. Truly, a nuisance was building at the back of her head, thumping uncomfortably. The alcohol certainly didn’t help but she wasn’t about to endure a drunk Cassian and Azriel without a buzz going. 

Feyre and Rhys had absconded to their room long ago and Amren had disappeared with no notice and no indication as to where she had gone (typical). Elain and Lucien went on a moonlit walk and Nesta had deemed the night over and stomped up to her room the moment Cassian started quoting a dirty passage from the novel she was currently reading. 

Leaving Mor with Cassian and Azriel and a stupid, idiotic game. 

They had somehow gotten on the topic of lovers and Cassian being Cassian, was eager to pry into everyone’s intimate business.

Mor was planning to call it a night soon anyway. This game didn’t interest her and she’d rather be with you. In your arms, in your bed. You’d known each other loosely for a while ever since you worked as a lounge singer at Rita’s but one night, Mor was one of the only people left in the place after your set. You two got to talking and the chemistry was un-fucking-deniable. Your chance meeting quickly blossomed into a fling.

Except something deeply wounded Mor to call it a fling. It made it sound so… cheap and flimsy. Yes, you were phenomenal in bed. Yes, she could cum just from the mental image of you with your head thrown back and her fingers plunged inside you. But you were also talented and ambitious and witty and matched her tit for tat when it came to her silver tongue. There was still some anxiety she felt when she was with females. It never allowed her to fully relax or lose herself in a moment. But you…

You excited her. 

“Okay, okay. Azriel’s turn. Name the best lover you’ve ever had.” Cassian smirked. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Azriel said.

“Come on, Az! I told you mine!” 

Azriel snorted.

“You’re mated. You wouldn’t have said any name except Nesta’s. And if you had, she would have ran down here and kicked you in the balls.” 

“And it would have been a major turn on because everything Nesta does turns me on because Nesta is the best lover I’ve ever had now DISH!” Cassian screamed, pointing his wine glass at Azriel and making the wine spill everywhere.

Normally, Azriel didn’t partake in such games. He didn’t kiss and tell. He was respectful and likely got a kick out of being so stoic and mysterious. But they had been drinking so heavily for so long. The shadowsinger’s hazel eyes were swimming with mischief.

“Alright. It was fairly recent. About 10 years ago.” Azriel began to loosely describe this female he had a fling with over the winter that he met while shopping for Solstice presents. The smirk on his face deepened as he described their love making. “She had a phenomenal body and I swear, I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to go so deep inside someone. She was a great cook, too. She always baked me a pie afterward. ” Mor was barely listening. She was about to dump her wine into the plant in the corner and winnow to your apartment when something turned her blood to ice.

Your name.

Your name coming from Azriel’s lips.

It happened in less than a span of a heartbeat. Less than the flutter of an eye closing than it took for Mor to sail across the table and connect her fist with Azriel’s jaw. 

She could barely register Azrie’s weight beneath her, Cassian’s cackle that turned into a worried shout was muffled as she began punching Azriel over and over. Mor roared and gripped the lapels of Azriel’s shirt, readying to bash his head into the floor when a force stronger than drunken Mor pulled her away. 

Azriel’s shadows.

Azriel groaned, blood trickling out of his nose mixing with the spilt wine on the floor. He wriggled his nose and winced. Not broken but Mor gotten in a hell of a punch. 

“What the hell, Mor?!” Cassian shouted. 

Mor was held back by Azriel’s shadows, tears streaming down her face. So many emotions were washing over her at once, spawning in the pit of her stomach and trailing to the center of her chest. Jealousy and rage flowed to the top. 

Azriel had been with you. The two of you had made love. Azriel had known your body, tasted you, gazed upon you in your naked form. He’d known the pleasure only you can provide.

And she wanted to fucking kill him for it.

Azriel just stared at Mor while Cassian berated her, screaming some nonsense about how they’re a family and hitting is only okay if they did something to provoke it.

“Cassian.” Azriel’s sharp voice cut in. “Leave us.” 

Cassian complied. Even this drunk, he could tell when his brother truly needed something. He murmured something about going to get ice and a healing tonic and left the two of them alone. 

Azriel stood up and slowly walked to where Mor was restrained by his shadows. Another feeling started to mix in with the others. Shame. She’d hit Azriel. She’d hurt Azriel. She’d hurt her family. And now there was no hiding anymore. 

Azriel leveled his gaze at her and Mor shivered. He’d never looked at her that way. Never as the feared, icy, ruthless Shadowsinger of the Night Court.

“Is there something you need to tell me, Morrigan?” 

***

Mor insisted on talking in Azriel’s room. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted anyone else to hear and his was the only one she trusted to be thoroughly soundproof. 

She sat on Azriel’s bed, clutching a pillow in her lap while Azriel stood over her. A blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Don’t stand there, Azriel, like I’m a teenager in trouble. Sit.” 

It was his room and his nose and jaw that she’d tried to break but still, he sat.

Mor took several steadying breaths and begged herself not to cry. She wouldn’t be able to get out the words if she cried. But still, her cheeks and eyes warmed as fat tears began to pool in her eyes. One of Azriel’s shadows came up to wipe them away. 

And Azriel’s scarred hand gently placed atop hers.

“Mor…” His voice was tight. He’d only seen her cry on a few occasions: when Rhys was captured by Amarantha, when Rhys returned, when Nyx was born and he and his parents almost died… It wasn’t a sight he enjoyed. 

“I just–” She heaved a sob. “I need a minute, okay?” 

Azriel squeezed her hand. 

“I’ll wait.” 

Azriel had waited. He’d waited 500 years for something to happen between them. Something that would never happen. Something that Mor had communicated in a roundabout, cruel way. Gods, she hated herself for it. But who could blame her for being skittish? For being so scared that she’d kept this part of herself hidden from even her family? 

…Azriel wouldn’t. 

Mor took another breath. And another. And another after Azriel had conjured up a glass of water for her. 

They sat there for close to 20 minutes before she finally spoke. 

“The first fae I ever loved…” Mor sighed. “Was a female named Andromeda.” 

She weaved the tale over an hour and a half, detailing the first flicker of confusing affection she felt for females, twined with the lesser but still present affection for males. The sexual politics of her taking Cassian as her first lover. Andromeda. Their love story that culminated in the loneliest sadness Mor had ever felt. Loving and losing and her heart caving in all while her family was unaware. The lingering fear and panic she felt regarding her father and Beron and Eris. How she’d avoided Azriel by sleeping around with other males. All leading up to you. How the two of you met at Rita’s one late night after you’d finished a set. How she bought you a drink. How she bought you a second drink. How you became quick friends. How your friendship spiraled into something steamy and undeniable. How Azriel saying your name had unlocked a river of white-hot rage buried so deep inside her that she didn’t even feel like herself when she’d launched herself across the table at him. 

Her throat was dry and raspy by the time she was done talking. She’d cried through a lot of it, especially when talking about Andromeda. She braced herself for Azriel’s reaction. 

“I am sorry that you have been hurting, Mor. But I am also hurt that you thought–” Azriel’s head whipped to the side like he’d been phantom-smacked. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I am hurt that you thought I would… what? Berate you? Drag you kicking and screaming into the Court of Nightmares and drop you at Kier’s feet? Be so heartbroken that I would resent you?” 

Mor shuddered.

“Don’t you?” 

Azriel sighed.

“Mor, you are… dazzling. Beauty and wits and heart is what you’re made of. It’s no mystery why I fell for you. It’s no mystery why anyone would fall for you. You’re also kind, and caring, and family.” 

Azriel’s hazel eyes burned into hers and she shifted slightly on the bed, unnerved by the intensity of it. 

“You were always going to be one of the most important people in my life. And no, our relationship didn’t fall into place the way I desired it to and yes, it hurts but what I can’t get over is that you didn’t trust me. You didn’t trust any of us.” 

Mor pulled on the end of her dress, just to have something to do with her body aside from sit here in this uncomfortable conversation.

“Um, actually… Feyre knows.” 

Another deep sigh from Azriel. Mor has never felt so small. So unguarded. Her secrecy was the only armor she had and now it was dust in the wind. No going back. 

“Do you hate me?” She whispered.

Azriel scoffed.

“By the Cauldron, Mor, have you been listening to me?” Azriel reached for her hands. “I could never hate you. I don’t care if you like females or males or both or neither. I don’t give a shit about any of it. You are my family. In 500 years, I have never felt safer than I have with all of you.”

She sniffled, tears welling in her eyes once more.

“Really?” 

“Of course.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it had been all night. “Look, I’m not saying I’m happy with you for toying with my feelings and this might take a while for me to process the fact that it’s never going to be us but… I love you, Mor. I’m happy when I’m around you and it kills me to know that you haven’t been completely happy around all of us.” 

Mor felt a swell of relief in her chest. She slipped her arms around his neck and hugged Azriel and hugged him and hugged him until she felt like crying again. This time, she let the tears fall until she was sobbing into his chest.

They spent two more hours talking, ironing out their feelings, and crying. Well, mostly Mor cried. Azriel conjured up more water for her and some food as well. It was practically dawn anyway with the dark blue sky conceding to a blushing, orange sunrise. 

“How do you feel now?” Azriel asked over a strawberry flake strudel. He was now sitting at the foot of his bed, his back leaning against one of the four posters as his wings draped lazily on the ground. 

Mor loosed a long sigh and pulled the straw in and out of the plastic coffee cup she had long since drained until Azriel told her to stop because the sound was annoying.

“I feel like… I want to go see my girlfriend.” She was spent. Her emotions had all spilled out of her like nightmare vomit and she was utterly empty. She craved nothing more than to curl up in your warm bed and stroke your soft hair until she fell asleep. 

Azriel barked out a laugh. 

Mor’s brows knit into a line. She kicked at Azriel’s foot but he quickly dodged. 

“What?” She bit.

“That’s a funny word.” Azriel said, smirking as he finished off his breakfast treat.

Mor sat her cup on his nightstand and sat up.

“What do you mean?” Sure, you two didn’t have a label yet. But you were basically girlfriends, right? You spent most nights together, you slept together, went shopping in Velaris together, had lunch dates all the time. At least, she hoped you’d want to be her girlfriend.

Azriel rolled his eyes at her.

“Morrigan. You flew across a ten-foot long table and beat the shit out of me just because one time, a decade ago, I slept with–” 

Mor growled. That same feeling she got when Azriel first said your name last night was building up again. She felt it from her navel all the way up to her chest. A dark, swirling vortex of negative emotions and yet, somewhere within was a bright white light. 

No, not white. 

Golden.

Mor’s entire world cracked open. Every scar. Every ounce of pain and trauma that she’d collected split open and filled with a shimmering golden liquid that came from the reservoir of your soul and bled into hers. 

“...mate.” 

Azriel said it the moment Mor realized it. Everything aligned for her in that moment. The seas were bluer, the birds chirped a perfect melody, and everything made sense. It had all been for this. All been for you. Every awful horror, every fitful night of sleep, everything… it was all aligning for Mor to find you.

She scrambled to get up, all the while Azriel was laughing. She couldn’t find her shoes. Where were her godsdamned shoes? 

Mor decided to forgo the accessories and just go straight to you. Barefoot and in love. And although the bond was pulling at her, willing her to find you, she turned back to Azriel. 

“Az? Are we… are we going to be okay?” She was scared to ask, but it was high time to stop being afraid. To stop keeping Azriel–her entire family, really– at an arm’s length. They all loved her and she needed to embrace that, or else she’d never be truly happy.

Azriel leaned his head against his four-poster. 

“Of course we will, Mor. Maybe not today, but we will be.” 

Mor nodded slowly and headed for the door. She looked back one last time at Azriel. At her family. She knows she hurt him and she would have to do some serious groveling to earn his forgiveness. Even though he was a good male and would likely not accept any gifts or excessive sweetness, she would do it anyway. Mor would win back his trust and help heal the scars she inflicted. But the cage she had trapped herself in had suddenly combusted. The world was wide open. And she liked it. And so Mor said, for perhaps the first time in her life, but meaning it fully:

“I love you, Azriel.” 

***

Rushed knocks were all she could manage. Feeling a mating bond that had yet to be reciprocated was suffocating and intoxicating all at once. She was shaking and bouncing on her feet like she’d had 300 coffees. If you didn’t open the door in three seconds, Mor didn’t know if she could keep herself from knocking it down. 

Mercifully, it swung open. And there you stood.

Her mate. 

Her perfect, beautiful mate. 

You wore a pair of tiny shorts and a very thin, very see-through white tank top underneath a red kimono robe that Mor was almost certain had once been at home in her closet.

Despite dawn just rising up to wish Velaris a good morning, you didn’t seem perturbed at Mor’s early intrusion. You gave her a lazy feline smile.

“Hey, good looking—” 

You never even had a chance. Mor pounced on you like a jungle cat, claiming your mouth with hers and grabbing at whatever skin she could get her hands on. Although surprised, you didn’t waver for even a moment. You slid your hands up through the fae’s hair and walked her backwards into your apartment. 

Mor’s heart sang a golden chorus that blended in with chirping birds and distant water fountains.

Mate. Mate. Mate. 

Happy. Happy. Happy.

You pulled Mor off of you for only a moment, but she chased after your lips, her hands practically pawing at your chest like a needy housecat.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, giggling. But the second Mor’s wide eyes looked into yours. You saw it. You felt it. That golden tether tying you to Mor. 

The noise you let out was something between a happy gasp and a squeal. 

You surged up and kissed her again, parting and letting her claim your mouth and claim you. She tugged the kimono down, shoving it off your perfect shoulders. You tried to do the same with her dress but she insisted on wearing those cross-back ones and intricate tit chains and it was so complicated to get off in a rush. 

But eventually you both worked all the offending garments off and onto the floor. Mor lifted you up and carried you to your kitchen table, her mouth never leaving your neck as she did so. 

She laid you out on your back and attacked your neck with kisses, nipping and biting at your jaw, your ear, anywhere she could reach. Her fingers went down to trace the insides of your thighs, drawing a shudder of pleasure from you. 

Her hand dipped even further, her middle finger tracing the outside of your entrance, barely ghosting over your skin, playing in the wetness that was already there. 

“Wait!” You shouted, just before Mor could get her fingers inside of you.

Her brows knit together in concern and her perfect lips formed a pout, but the distress melted when she saw you reach across the kitchen table grabbing at a tin of cherry pie you had made. You pulled it toward you and grabbed a sloppy handful from the middle. You held it out to Mor, your eyes wide from both love and lust. 

“Eat.” You gently nudged the pie up onto her lips. 

Mor watched a stream of cherry juice drip down your hand and wrist. She leaned in and traced it with her tongue, collecting it off your skin. She dragged her tongue down your arm and back up until she took your entire pinky in her mouth, sucking on the digit. Then she did the same with your ring finger and your middle finger and so on. Her teasing was utterly unfair and you pouted as she took her sweet time sucking on your fingers until she finally ate the handful of pie you’d extended out to her. 

A pang of jealousy sang in her chest, remembering that you baked pies for Azriel after every time you did it but the solidification of the bond quickly stamped that out. 

Mor ate every bit of pie you offered her and licked the palm of your hand clean. Her lips were stained red from the cherries and the sweetness rested pleasantly on her tongue. 

“I love you.” She murmured, placing kisses along your bare chest and over your boobs. She wrapped her mouth around a nipple and sucked and nipped at it, drawing precious little “ah!”s and moans from you. 

“Mm… I love you too, Mor.” You said, twining your fingers in her hair, not caring that you were getting pie crumbs all in your lover’s blonde hair. Because she wasn’t just your lover anymore. She was your mate. 

She fixed her attention on your other nipple and her fingers found her way back to your entrance, teasing, grazing. 

Your mate sat up, eye-fucking you as she took in your form. It didn’t make you shy. You were never shy with Mor, or at Rita’s when you were belting out a song. It was one of the things she loved about you. One of the reasons you were perfectly matched to her. The Mother did a good fucking job. 

“How much do you love me?” Mor said in a sing-song tone, dragging her knuckle up your slit. 

“So much.” You gasped. You truly did love Mor. She was confident and carefree and fun. She made you feel like every day only happened so you could experience pleasure. Like mornings were made for strolls in the sun and evenings were made for lovemaking under the moonlight. There was no pain and no turmoil when you were together. There was just you and your mate and the golden love that flowed through you and around you. 

“How good do I fuck you, baby?” She whispered, sliding one finger inside you. 

You gasped and grabbed her wrist. Not to stop her but just to have any sort of contact with you. Mor rectified this immediately by holding one of your hands in her free one and pressing kisses to the back of it. 

“So good, Mor.” You murmured as she lazily dragged her finger in and out of you. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

Sensing your needs, knowing exactly what her sweet mate needed, she added another finger and amped up her speed ever so slightly. You moaned your affirmation.

“I know what you like.” She whispered. The minx. You could hear the smirk on her face.  

She pulled you right to the edge and then retracted her fingers faster than you could comprehend. Your eyes shot open and tears quickly filled them, so close to your peak and then denied so quickly. 

Mor shook her head, grinning at you the whole time.

“Sweet girl… you know how this goes. We don’t ever finish that quickly. Besides,” Mor dug her fingers into the pie you had decimated, plucking out a single cherry and holding it up to the light, admiring it like a lost artifact. “You haven’t had breakfast.” 

She dragged the cherry around your lips, painting them red. Your tongue darted out to lick at the tips of her fingers and she placed the cherry on your tongue. You chewed and felt the bond growing stronger, more prominent in your chest with every little bite. The second you swallowed, Mor was on you again, kissing you desperately, licking into your mouth. 

She hiked your leg up and started grinding her wet cunt against yours. The warmth was perfect and you felt your body and soul practically singing with how right it felt, how perfect you two were. 

Mor’s warm, wet pussy was like a dream. You grinded against her, creating more friction and soon you were both shouting, both unable to contain your moans. Mor sped up, bouncing against you and that simply wouldn’t do. You couldn’t let her have all the fun. You broke from the kiss and took her nipple in your mouth, sucking on it as she had done to you. Except, you had a little payback in mind for her edging you. You let go of her nipple with a wet pop and started sucking a love bite onto the skin of her breast, right on top where it would be visible in those low cut dresses she wore. Everyone would know she had a mate. Everyone would know she belonged to you. 

Mor moaned your name in a desperate whisper, increasing her speed. The two of you weren’t going to last long. The pressure was building up and it was already too perfect, too all-consuming. 

Once you were satisfied with the darkening mark on her chest, you latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking. But that wasn’t enough for your mate. She gripped your chin in her hands and kissed you desperately. Like she needed you to breathe. 

That was what sent you over the edge. 

You came and Mor followed soon after. The pleasure flowed through you two freely like the love through the bond. You’d never felt so connected to someone and by the pulsating you felt at the other end, you knew Mor hadn’t either. 

“I love you.” She slurred, pupils blown wide with lust. You swore they almost looked like little hearts. 

You returned the sentiment, murmuring it into her skin as you kissed up her sternum and across her jaw before she finally gripped a fistful of your hair and dragged you up to her lips. 

You sighed in contentment against your mate. But Mor wasn’t done with you yet. 

She sunk to her knees in front of you, eye-level with your glistening wet pussy. 

“So…” she drawled, licking a stripe up your slit, collecting both her and your wetness on her tongue. “When were you gonna tell me you fucked Azriel?” 

At the same moment you uttered “what?” Mor plunged her tongue inside you, swirling around and suckling at your clit. You clawed at the table, wishing you had laid a tablecloth down so you’d have something to grip onto. You were still so, so sensitive but Mor was relentless as she toyed with your bundle of nerves. 

“I know you fucked him…” She mumbled against your hot core. 

You laid your head back in pleasure, unable to form any thoughts. Mor knew you liked a little overstimulation and the mating bond was amplifying it by one hundred.

“Was a long time ago…” You murmured. Utterly pussy-drunk. 

“Don’t care.” Mor said, plunging a finger inside you. “Should’ve told me. I almost broke his nose.” 

Some part of you deep down felt bad for Azriel but that part was trapped beneath an ocean of pleasure and right now, you’re not sure you could even remember what Azriel looked like. 

“Mmm…” You moaned, your clit twitching as Mor sucked on it. She added two fingers, pumping in and out of you faster than she did before. 

Mor brought you to the edge again and you could barely register her lifting you up and carrying you into the bathroom. You were so lost in your own pleasure and the feeling of your mate holding you that no other sensations even mattered. Your body simultaneously roared at you to fall asleep and to hop onto Mor’s lap and grind your pussy against hers over and over again. 

“Sleep, my love.” Mor said. 

You felt her easing the two of you into a hot bath, her keeping you tight against her chest.

“No.” You grumbled petulantly, though your eyes fluttered closed. She did wake you up awfully early and make you cum twice. Mating frenzy or no, you were exhausted. “Need to fuck you.” 

Mor giggled against your ear.

“We’ll have a lifetime of that, baby.” Mor ran her fingers up and down your arm, the sensation calming you and sending tiny tingles of pleasure to your brain. She was most definitely moving you into the river house once the frenzy was over. Or she could move in here with you. Or maybe you two would build a new property. You could design your dream home together. Whatever. Permanent decisions could wait until after your mating ceremony. Because you would be having a mating ceremony. A spectacular, classy, romantic affair. Candles everywhere and her whole family in attendance. All of fucking Velaris. She would marry you in front of anyone anywhere in the world. 

You nodded your affirmation and slumped against your mate as she took to washing you both with your nice smelling soaps. 

When you woke up, Mor would find your vibrator and make you come two more times with it. She loved getting you worked up because once it was her turn, you were relentless. You would pull orgasm after orgasm from her until she was in tears and screaming your name so loud, the cranky neighbors pounded on your door demanding you keep it down. 

“Tell me, mate.” Mor whispered as she shampooed your hair. “What flavor pie did you bake Azriel after he fucked you?” 

You hummed and pinched Mor’s thigh for fixating on silly things and pulling you out of your sleep. You and Azriel had a fling that lasted less than a winter season ten years ago and had only ever been casual friends since. It was nothing compared to what you felt for Mor. How pleasure overtook every cell in your body when you were together, even if all you were doing was sharing a turkey sandwich at a bistro down by the Sidra. 

If you peeked into your skull, it would be filled with images of Mor. Your lover, your best friend, your mate. She was your ending and your beginning. Nothing before or since matters. 

“Blueberry.” 

Mor nipped your ear and your moan signaled you liked that a little too much. Even as your eyes fluttered shut, you grabbed her hand and guided it to your center. You wanted her to make you cum one more time, just one more teeny tiny orgasm before you fall asleep. 

Mor massaged your wet, soapy breast with one hand while the other lazily circled your clit. She pressed hot kisses over your neck, occasionally licking and nipping the skin there too. 

“You’re only making cherry from now on.”

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Dead On Main AU Part 4

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Jason listens carefully to Jazz’s half of the conversation, but Jazz seems to be mostly listening. Jazz says he’s taking him to Nasty for dinner, which Jason can’t say he’s excited about. He doesn’t know if Nasty is supposed to be describing the food or the place. Either way it is not comforting that whatever Nasty is, it is somehow a better source of food than his soulmate’s house. 

Eventually Jazz hands the phone back to him. 

“Everything good?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, your dad, Dick, and Tim are going to be driving me over, but It’s a long drive so Jazz will get you dinner and then you can do whatever. I have a gaming system, and you’re welcome to use my bed. If you need help finding clothes, or really with anything, then Jazz will help you.”

“Got it.” Long drive with B, Dick, and Tim. They’re all going to interrogate him immediately. While he’s trapped in a box with them for hours. “Hey, my family is really nosy and they will pry and they have no emotional cues so they will not know when to stop. Just… Tell them if they’re bothering you, and you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Jason doesn’t know who will be worse in this scenario. Bruce is going to interrogate him for literally everything, Dick is probably going to be all relationships and feelings, Tim is a nice in-between which just means he’ll probably support any and all interrogating. 

“Same goes for you. Jazz is studying to be a psychologist, and my entire family forgets that we’re not all test subjects for whatever they’re working on. Mom and Dad with their gadgets, and Jazz with her… studying and analyzing you. There are no boundaries.” 

“Oh, I’m familiar with that concept.” Jason chuckled.

“Well, given the circumstances I’d say if we can survive each other’s families that’s probably a pretty good sign.”

Kid is probably right. Fate and everything. 

Jazz goes out to clear a path to the door, making sure there are no weapons to run into. When she gets back she leads Jason out, but when they get to the ground floor Jason is grabbed. 

“Happy Birthday Dann-o!” The person holding him is tall. Very tall compared to Danny, and taller than Jason in his regular body. He has black hair and it looks like he's wearing a jumpsuit. After squeezing to the point where Jason couldn't breath for a second Jazz gets the man to put him down. 

“Dad, this isn't Danny right now.” 

“What do you mean princess, of course it is!” 

A woman comes around the corner to stand next to the man, she is also in a jumpsuit but she has Jazz’s red hair.

“Guys, it's his sixteenth birthday.” So Danny's parents remember his birthday but not how old he is? Could be that they’ve forgotten the significance of a person’s sixteenth birthday, but given it should be an important day in a child’s life, they should have remembered.

“We know it's his birthday dear.” The woman comes over to give Jason a hug as well, but this one is less painful. And she's tall too, Jason is not used to feeling this short anymore.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jason. Danny’s soulmate.” The both of them just blink for a second. Jason, this is Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton, Danny’s parents.”

“Nice to meet you both.” Jason gets out.

“Well, this is wonderful!” Dr. Fenton-Maddie says. “Figures Danny would be the younger one. Are you going to be here for dinner?”

Jason glances over at Jazz.

“No, you told us that you would be busy, so we already made plans.” Jazz sidesteps the invitation. Jason couldn’t tell if that was true or a lie to get him out of the situation. Would they tell their son that they were too busy to have dinner with him on his birthday? He wants to think the answer is no. “Shame Danny will be missing out, but we’ll save his presents for him.”

“Alright, well you kids have fun then!” Maddie and Jack left as quickly as they came, rambling about something that Jason could not understand.

“They didn’t want to know where Danny is? Who he’s with? Where we’re going? Anything?” Jason turned to Jazz who had a pinched look on her face.

“Neither of us get up to much trouble, they’ve trusted us for a while now.” 

“Trust him to be magically transported who-knows-where?” Jason is almost stupefied by the utter lack of regard for Danny’s well-being. He is insulted on his soulmate’s behalf. “He could be in another country for all they know! They didn’t even ask!”

Jazz nods. “Best not to think about it. Everything is turning out alright anyways. Now come on, let’s get dinner.”

Jason is seething, but doesn’t think it will do much good to argue with her here so he decides to calm down. He startles a little when he realizes how easy it is to calm down in this body. Just decide to, and then move on. None of the lingering churning in his gut or fog in his mind. 

He frowns as he follows Jazz out the door, hoping that Danny’s not having too hard a time in his body.

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_sunstreaker x reader

one | two | three

“I thought you were busy all week?” 

such a persistent caller left you heavily confused, mostly after glancing at the caller ID while attempting to carefully balance an armful of groceries. ungracefully, you pick up the call, knowing if you ignored it any longer you’d be dealing with rapidly dwindling patience and then some.

trying to muster a more lighthearted follow-up, you add: “Not that I’m not happy to hear from you, but you always somehow know to call at the worst time.” 

as if almost on cue, Sunstreaker scoffs on the other end, never one to be so easily troubled by your sarcasm. “What a greeting. Even worse, you say that all the time, y/n. It’s getting annoyingly old.” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Hello, Sunstreaker.” you present an amused laugh after it, displaying a jesting tone whilst backtracking. “May I ask why are you suddenly able to call when you spent an hour telling me not to this week?” 

upon reaching the door, you fumble around for your keys whilst propping your phone between your shoulder and ear. though you weren’t expecting an elaborate explanation, it was fair to question such an unexpected appearance. you always missed him when he was away, finding it was becoming increasingly difficult to watch him go, after being accustomed to each other’s company for so long. this time around, you actually had forewarning, knowing he was to be gone for an unknown timetable, so the blow was a little softer. 

not by much, but you planned to withhold such sentiments until his arrival back, if only to make it a little easier on yourself. 

“Don’t worry about it.” translates into something a little grander than his vague explanation, but you’d set that aside for the moment. any venture to try and pry it out of him, especially over the phone would lead nowhere, and only leave an agitated Sunstreaker in its wake. 

“Consider it not to be worried about.” you return, finally finding your key in your back pocket. “So, what’s up?”

“What are you doing?” without leaving room for a response, he adds on to his question rather quickly, ill at ease. “Right now.” 

“Trying to put my groceries away, one second.” once inside, your phone and keys land on the counter, then pivot to set the bags on the table. with both hands free, you switch the call to speakerphone to respond to his inquiry, delighted to possibly spend some time together. “Is there a reason, or just wondering?”

A grumble of frustration follows close behind your investigation, finally settling on: “Oh, what’s the term you use?”

curious, your head tilts to the side. not quite sure what he means given the zero context, you go to ask for more when he evidently remembers. 

“I’m on house arrest, and I’m bored.” 

your brow raises at the reasoning, unsure what to do with such delicate information. mostly because that’s seemingly all he’s going to provide, awaiting your reaction to his admission of wrongdoing. clearly, he had to have done something of offense, to be unable to leave the base and not allowed on the mission he had been originally tasked with. 

“Can I ask-” 

“No.” it's far too curt, scaring you somewhat that he knew what the next thing out of your mouth was. 

treading carefully, you try again. “Okay. I can try to be over soon.”

“Soon?” Sunstreaker complains, seemingly displeased with your proposed compromise.

in a sing-song voice, you gently toe the line of poking fun. “Take it or leave it.” 

“You’re so lucky that I can’t leave, or else I’d be outside already.” his agitation lingers moderately, even before your teasing, so clearly whatever or whoever put him on house arrest had done the deed of pissing him off. “Hurry up.” 

without intending to, you wore his restraint down to the very last ounce, hardly a hello as he asks what took you so long upon arriving. 

“You and consequences really don’t get along.” you hum, watching with vivid levity as he throws his hands up, either in exasperation or defeat. 

“Has anyone ever gotten along with consequences?” Sunstreaker seethes, looking over his shoulder your way. “I was going crazy here by myself, I wasn’t looking for a lecture from you either.” 

feeling a twinge of guilt, you hastily reply. “Sorry. I didn’t-” 

“I know.” and he means it, striving to come across as sincere.

trying to evade an approaching awkward silence, you try to change the subject swiftly. “You’re here by yourself? I didn’t think that was possible.”

“What do you mean?” he now turns in full, looking down to meet your gaze, confusion apparent.

“Every time I’ve been here, it’s been busy.” you hum, observing the empty command center. “Not that I’m here a lot. What, is this the third time?”

“Fourth.” he winces to himself, knowing he answered that far too quickly to appear casual. “And you’ve only just realized that? This ship is so small, it makes it feel so crowded all the time.” Sunstreaker deadpans, beginning down the hallway, a path you were only somewhat familiar with. 

“Is that why you like creeping around my house at four in the morning?”

Sunstreaker jolts, his shoulders jumping to his helm as he nearly stumbles in surprise. “You’re still on about that? I was telling the truth, you’re so annoying.”

“I just happened to put two and two together,” you hum, trying to fall in stride beside him but failing miserably. “I knew there was a reason you liked hanging around my place, I just had to figure it out.” 

though still entirely too inquisitive to the reason why Sunstreaker was put in whatever the cybertronian equivalent of time-out is, you were satiated in keeping him company. you could understand his frustration, whether or not the punishment was deserved, and it wasn’t very often that Sunstreaker asked something of you. 

he strong armed his way into a lot of things, finding himself in situations that he’d rather forget than try to reason and sift through. for someone who at first was disgruntled with your untimely friendship, Sunstreaker really did enjoy doing as much as a twenty-something foot tall mech could do for you. it was just as he had said earlier, he was going crazy here by himself. 

in a roundabout way, he was asking you to join his company after a survey of the situation, finding that he never had the place to himself and didn’t know what to do with such a circumstance. 

at first, it was mildly irksome to discover that he really never asked for what he truly wanted, coming to find that a lot of what he says has a double meaning. perhaps that’s why he always found himself in trouble, because others hadn’t taken the time to delve a little deeper into his mannerisms, taking everything at face value. maybe that’s why the both of you became fast friends, because you were willing to take a step back and analyze his words, not immediately vexed at his talking in circles. 

Sunstreaker hardly requested anything of you, so such a small plea could never be turned down. 

“Yeah, well, me and my big mouth.” 

in turn, you falter, stopping short to try and figure that one out. Sunstreaker doesn’t give you the time to do so, continuing forward towards his quarters and promptly leaving you behind. 

“What?” you press, scrambling after him. “Did you get in trouble the other night?” 

he laughs dryly, suddenly unable to look your way at all. “Trouble? No.” 

“You’re lying.” 

he freezes, promptly trying to assure himself it’s because he’s now in front of his berthroom door, but his subconscious reveals the truth to him without being cued.

“Says who?” he counters, punching in his code a little too aggressively. “You don’t know what goes on here.” 

“You’re right.” those words he doesn’t hear regularly, if at all. Sunstreaker can’t even recall the last time someone agreed with him, even if over something so trivial. 

“I don’t know what goes on here, but I do know when you’re lying. You always have that weird laugh when you do.” 

finally, he moves to meet your eyes. “Weird?” 

you shouldn’t be surprised that’s what he decided to take from your observation. 

the exterior door panel moves over in one fluid motion but neither of you make any move to enter, standing eerily still in the chilly hallway. 

“Please don’t- just, don’t get in any more trouble. Especially if it’s technically my fault.” 

“Your fault?” Sunstreaker snuffs, waving a servo dismissively. “No, it’s not. And who’s to say I wanted to go on that stupid mission anyways. Maybe this was my plan all along.” 

with a small smile, you effortlessly repay his teasing. “I don’t think so.”

“Whatever,” stepping to the side, he gestures you inside with a subpar and unenthusiastic motion. “I don’t have to convince you. It’s a miracle you even came when I asked.” 

“Why is that a miracle?” 

entering the room, you walk about halfway inside before turning around to face him, tilting your head backward. “I wanted to come.” 

following right behind you, Sunstreaker falters to reply, uncertain of what such a loaded statement could mean.slowly, he moves his helm toward you, peering down your way with a facade of confusion. “You did?”

you shrug, trying to fight the tightness that arrives in your chest upon catching the way he looks at you. “Of course I did. That’s what friends do.” 

right. friends.

[tinydefector]

Psst , The human affect last one where after MC post those spicy pic's, imagine the new of it on Swerve bar's DRAMA and Chaos 😂😂😂 I want to see the reactions

Who's servos- Human effects

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Warnings: taking about explicit photos, light smut, hand humping, Drunk robots.

I added a sprinkle of Dratchet in here because I love these old men. So enjoy the boys reactions to the Ambassador's photos.

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Swerves Bar is overly loud as mechs argue amongst each other as they try to figure out what bot was shacked up with the Ambassador, everyone looking at the photos as they try and figure out who's servos they are. 

"I'm telling you, those are Rodimus' servos for sure!" someone slurred, slamming their drink. "Only he's got servos that colour!" 

“Ah no, Animus has the same coloured Servos!” 

“Don't look at me im on the Ethics committee, and whoever is involved in this clearing doesn't care about the ethical side of interspecies relations which we have no knowledge on!” Animus argued back the moment his name was mentioned 

“What if it's UltraMagnus who painted them so he doesn't get caught!” Aquabat chimed in trying to be part of the conversation. 

"As if!" another scoffed. "Ultra stick-up-the-tailpipe would never. My shanix are on Atomizer." Gears states into his drink. 

At the counter, Rodimus nursed his engex with a scowl. "Sure as Frag wasn't me,  i'd be boasting about that in person!, plus the servos don't have the detailing I have!" He argued back. 

Drift flashed a sly grin. "Oh I don't know, Roddy - they do raise an interesting point. You are the Mech they spend a lot of time with who's captain of the ship, and I believe you'd keep it a secret to spite everyone" the ex con was Overcharged himself, drifting from where Rodimus sat and where Ratchet was sulking over his own drink. 

"It has to be one of the senior staff," argued Hound. "They've got the most face time with the Ambassador." 

"Don't discount the scientists," Brainstorm countered. "Interspecies collaboration is crucial work." A collection of them look at Brainstorm for a kilk. 

Nautica scowled as she passed by. "We all know you have no tack Brainstorm."  

Tailgate tugged Rewind's arm anxiously. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for looking? I didn't mean to pry, honest!"

Rewind shook his head. "No, its publicly posted with consent, pretty sure if the Ambassador had issues with it High command would have dealt with it already " 

Beside them, Swerve studied the photos intently. "Maybe I should invite the ambassador for drinks. Get to chatting, see if we could get them to spill."

"No harassing them," Rodimus warned, stealing Swerve's datapad. "Now let it go, mechs. Their choices aren't anyone's business but their own." 

Skids appeared at Drift's side suddenly. "Can you believe it, Drift?, who do you think it is?" He waved a datapad at the speedster, proudly displaying an image. 

Swerve perchs up his field mischievous. "Any guesses on the lucky mech, Drift?, we're Taking bets" He states in singy song tone. 

“C’mon Tailgate, don’t be such a prude,” Skids nudged the minibot to look at the photos  as he ducked shyly behind his engex. “Ain’t you curious?” 

Swerve flashed a waggle. "C'mon Drift, place your chips! I got hot odds on Roddy, Crossblades, or maybe even that slippery therapist Rung." 

Hound elbowed in, visor blinding. "Do they show interface arrays? Wonder how alien bits compare!" 

Drifts optics focus in on the holos taking in the Ambassador and the servos, Drift felt his energon run cold as his optics focused unmistakably on the servos in the image. Oh, he knew those battle-worn appendages all too well - how many vorns had he felt their merciless precision upon his mesh, heard their owner growl his name through the throes of overload? 

But dear Primus, how had the Ambassador come to possess Ratchet's severed servos? A flash of memory surfaced - hadn't Ratchet left them in medical incase he ever had to use them again. after the massacre at Delphi. 

He snuck a surreptitious glance at Ratchet through the chaos, the grumpy Medic seemed to slouch more in his seat while spilling a bright green mixed high grade. A smirk spread Drift's lips. “ don't Bet Swerve” he states. Rising smoothly, making a beeline for Ratchet with the holo in hand.

Ratchet glances up when he sees Drift, had the CMO not been so drained and worried he might have smiled at Drift, but with everything that had happened with Traxies his systems were running full alert. "Well well, look who finally noticed me," Ratchet remarked dryly as Drift slid into the seat beside him, weariness pulling his field taut as ever-tightening screws. "And just what have you got there that's got your relays in a twist?"

Drift took a moment to slowly moving to straddle his conjunx lap, teasing whispering to him as he handed over the holo. "Funny thing - seems our dear Ambassador has found a new use for those old servos of yours, though how, I couldn't say..."  Ratchet whipped his gaze to the image, intake dropping open at the sight of all-too-familiar digits wrapped intimately around supple flesh. His fans stuttered violently. 

"The pit...how in Primus's name did they get a hold of my old servos?!" He rasped, snatching the holo to pore over with widening optics. Somewhere in the drunken din, Drift managed to slap a servo over Ratchet's mouth before he made a scene. 

Drift leaned close, vents puffing hot against an audial. "Well? Care to make a claim, or shall mystery have them all in a tizzy?" he purred silkily. Ratchet grimaces, field warming ever so slightly beneath its veneer of exhaustion. "None of their business," he grumbled, staring pointedly at Drift. 

Drift chuckled, glossa flicking coyly over his dermas. "Aw, don't be like that. You know you're enjoying the thought of having every optic in this bar on you, imagining all the sinful things you'd do” 

A rumbling growl escaped Ratchet's intake. "And you'd best mind your tone, or you'll find yourself in need of a medical. Again." But his field betrayed amusement Drift's optics glinted knowingly. "You say that like it's a chore, but we both recall how creative your medical procedures can be...especially with an eager patient beneath those adept servos." 

"You're like rust" Ratchet huffs but lets Drift continue, his mind does start to wonder about how soft the Ambassador looks. "Honestly, you're worse than the younglings sometimes, Drift." But his digits had already found their way to rest in the seams of Drift’s hips. 

The Ex con nuzzled closer still, voice playful even in his overcharged state. "How you wound me, doctor." His servo crept daringly across Ratchet's plating, tracing patterns. "Just imagine - that soft little frame. The sounds you could coax from those lips..."

A shiver worked its way through Ratchet's struts, betraying his fraying self-control. "You really are determined to get us both in more trouble than we can handle, aren't you?" But his engine revved eagerly all the same. Drift purred contentedly as deft medic's digits found all his sensitive nodes just right. "Mm, you say trouble but I know how you enjoy a challenge, doc." 

His field pulsed hot as his imagination, arousal spiking at thought of the Ambassador with them. "Just picture it - that lithe organic frame writhing between us, so curious and willing to learn." Drift continued to grind against Ratchet's servos. "You'll get us both in the brig, get back to my Hub you're overcharged" he huffs out. 

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Long time no see I know I haven’t been writing anything in a long time. Life been busy and hectic, but I’m back and ready to write more wonderful stories of my favorite ships!

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In every lifetime I will find you AU

Part 1: Prologue

In the garden of Eden, Adam and Michael are sitting under a purple wisteria tree surrounded by flowers hidden away from prying eyes. Making flower crowns together while giggling and giving soft kisses to each other.

Adam looks at Michael with love and warmth while still working on Michael's flower crown: Hey Michael, do you think we could become husband and wife and have children together?

Michael glanced up, his eyes widened and stopped midway through making Adam flower crown a smile and a blush began to spread across his face: Of course Adam, I would love to become your husband.

Even though Michael knew it was wishful thinking he could only wish for it to come true. He doesn’t want Adam to be with Lilith or even with his brother Lucifer who always tries to interrupt him and Adam time together. They always gotta find new hiding spots away from those two, but this time they found the most secluded spot in the garden. Not even Lucifer or Lilith could easily find them this time. So he could spend more time with his Adam with no interruptions.

Adam embraced Michael and started to leave kisses all over his face then finally his lips: Really you mean that, you promise Michael!

Michael was breathless and all flushed and declared to Adam: Yes Adam I promise with my heart and soul. We would be together forever and no one can ever keep us apart. Not my siblings, not Heaven, and not even God himself.

An idea came to Michael, what if he connects their souls together. So they can always find each other no matter where they are, and never be without the other.

Adam cheeks turned pink and smiled so lovingly: I love you Michael.

Micheal: I love you too Adam

Micheal: Adam how would you like for our souls to be connected?

Adam who tilted his head curiously: Souls connected what does that mean?

Micheal laughed: It means no matter where you are we could always find each other. We will be connected by a soul thread, only me and you could see it and no one else.

Adam hugs Michael: I never want to be separated from you either.

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Heaven made Adam a new wife named Eve after Lilith and Lucifer fled the garden. Micheal was not happy about Adam's new wife. He thought once Lilith and Lucifer were gone he would have Adam all to himself. But that’s okay Adam reassured him that he only loves Michael and only sees Eve as a friend nothing more. Eve supports both Michael and Adam and is happy for them.

Eve looks around: Hey Addie, where is Michael I don’t see him today?

Adam looks a little sad: Micheal said he was going to be busy for a little while, since he was not doing his paperwork and Sera found out about that. So he told me he will come as soon as he can once he gets done with his paperwork.

Eve: How about we go play with the lions while you wait for Michael.

Adam gave Eve a smile: Okay, thanks Eve you always know how to cheer me up.

Eve grabbes Adam by the hand and guide him to their destination: No problem Addie let’s go to the savanna

As Adam and Eve made their way to the savanna they were being watched by two unexpected people. Lilith and Lucifer looked towards Adam’s new bride. Lilith felt rage bubbling up her chest.

Lilith internally: How dare they replace me with a new bride!

Lucifer noticed Lilith who was angry and placed a hand on her shoulder: Lily are you okay?

Lilith forced a smile and looked terrified and shaking while burying her face into Lucifer's chest. Lilith then looked up to Lucifer with teary eyes: I’m okay LuLu, just worried about Eve being controlled by Adam. I just don’t want her to go through the same thing I went through.

Lucifer leaned down and placed a kiss on Lilith lips and held her tightly: Don’t worry Lily, I will do anything in my power to protect you no matter what.

Lilith internally: What a fool Lucifer was so easy to manipulate and don’t question her at all. Just a sprinkling of some white little lies that Adam was controlling and hurting her. That is what it took to get Lucifer wrapped around my fingers. I can’t stand Lucifer, he is annoying and needy, but I need him for my plan to succeed. I need Adam and he to pay for replacing me.

Lilith put on her best fake smile: LuLu I have a plan

Lucifer: What is it Lily?

Lilith whispers into Lucifer's ear: How about we gift Eve with free will and free her from Adam

Lucifer smiles: That’s a great idea Lily

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Adam walked around the garden trying to find Eve, she promised him that they would play together. Since Michael was busy again and couldn’t come to Eden to see him. Which made him sad but he had Eve there to cheer him up every time.

Adam stopped midway he heard noises, what sounded like giggling and moaning: Eve?

As Adam steps forward towards the way where the forbidden fruit tree of knowledge is. Adam's heart started to race, and he thought why was Eve there. She knows they aren’t supposed to be there. As Adam got closer the noise got louder and he saw it. Eve was riding Lucifer and while Lilith was watching, she made eye contact with Adam and smiled.

Adam was hurt and stunned, why would she do such a thing and with his ex best friend and ex wife no less: Eve why……

Eve looked at Adam with a craze smile: Hey Addie you should try the fruit of knowledge. Lucifer and Lilith were right, you will feel more free.

As Eve held up the fruit of knowledge and offered it to Adam. Adam then looked at his ex best friend Lucifer who looked shocked and guilty averted his gaze away from Adam.

Adam on the break of tears shook his head and knocked the fruit of knowledge away from Eve’s hands: No!

Eve: Oh Addie come on you will love having free will, no more angels controlling us or telling us what to do. And get to be with Michael who you love so dearly.

As Adam started to back away: I won’t, this isn’t right

Adam was about to run when he felt hands grabbing him and pinning him down so he wouldn't escape. Lucifer and Eve were holding him down. He then noticed Lilith holding the forbidden apple that Eve held in her hand.

Lilith held Adam face inside place and started to shove the forbidden apple into his mouth: Come on Adam you will love the taste of free will.

Adam tried his hardest to fight and keep his mouth close as Lilith tried to make him eat it. But that wasn’t working so she took a bite of the forbidden apple and shoved it into his mouth while holding his nose and mouth close. Forcing Adam to swallow it, they released Adam and he started to cough.

Lilith: See that wasn’t so bad

Eve smiles excitedly: How do you feel?

Lucifer: Do you feel any different buddy?

Adam's head was pounding, he couldn’t breathe, and he started to feel extreme pain. As he looked up at the three people who he once trusted. Blood started to come out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He couldn’t stop coughing, and his vision started to blur. Lilith looked at Adam with a blank face and smiling watching the scene unfold.

Adam: What is happening to me?

Eve's eyes widened and looked horrified: What’s happening to Addie, Lucifer do something!

Lucifer panicking, and horrified: This isn’t supposed to happen, the fruit of knowledge was supposed to grant free will not kill you.

As Adam laid there in excruciating pain, he couldn’t see or hear the blood making it hard too. But there was only one thing on his mind Michael, he wanted to see him. Lucifer tried to help Adam with his magic but it wasn’t working and Adam was fading fast. But every time he tried to talk he started to cough and vomiting more blood. His once tan skin turned deathly pale after losing so much blood. His once golden eyes that were filled with life turned dull. But before Adam closes his eyes he swore he faintly heard Michael's voice. Adam slowly lifted up his hand and caressed Michael's face. Michael's face felt wet and he was shaking. Adam wanted to say I love you and it was going to be okay, but nothing was coming out. He closed his eyes and took his last breath for the last time.

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Lucifer and Lilith were thrown into hell never to walk on Earth or enter Heaven again. Eve was kicked out of Eden and they made her a new husband Steve out of her rib. Heaven looked for Adam’s soul but couldn’t find it. Micheal was never the same. He spent every waking moment looking for Adam but couldn’t find him. And one last ditch effort he used his soul thread but he felt nothing as if Adam didn’t exist. Micheal became cold and distant after Adam’s death.

To be continued…………

[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (11/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting,

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 4.3k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: lol hello hi, being an an adult and a social adult is hard. I've had this written since June, but never got the time to edit it. Until now, I hope you enjoy it.xx

Thanks to those who have stuck around it means a lot!

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Present: 

“I don’t get it?” Casey Han, the newly hired intern in the Writing and Rhetoric Department voices as she leans back in your office lounge chairs. Every Tuesday she comes into your office at four so you can help her review her Master Thesis on Language and Dialects in Different Regions. 

She also uses this as an opportunity to fill you in on the rumors floating around the office, pry you for juicy deets about yours and Namjoons relationship, or thirst over your best friend slash soon to be brother-in-law aka Jeon Jungkook. 

It used to bother you at first, but over the last two months you have grown fond of the graduate student. She has a great sense of humor, knows all the juicy gossip, and mainly buys you an iced americano every Wednesday and Friday morning. 

“What don’t you get Cas?” You stand up from your desk chair, walk to the other lounge chair and sit down. By now, all thesis editing, review, or proof-reading has ended. You get off work in five minutes and you have to wait for Namjoon to finish grading his final papers. A task you finished three days ago. 

“Your fiance is the hottest guy in this building and you’re always holed up in your office. If I was in your shoes I’d never keep my hands off him.” She shrugs, leaning her elbow against the arm rest and resting her chin over the palm of her hands. 

You laugh, shaking your head. If things were different and you didn’t know Casey the way you did, you’d surely be suspecting her of hinting at something else. But you have nothing to worry about with Casey. Her eyes are reserved for Jungkook or Leonardo “Dilf” DiCaprio. Her words not yours.

“I mean we’re together all the time. I think keeping our space at work is just our way of staying professional and it gives us something to talk about at the end of the day.” You shrug, chucking off your heels and crossing your legs underneath you. 

“You’re stronger than me.” She smiles, shaking her head. “But it's cute. One can only dream of having a relationship like yours.”

“Believe me it took a while to get here.” You brush her off. It did. After coming clean to each other, things didn’t automatically become all sunshine and rainbows. There were constant petty arguments about who takes the trash out? Who does the dishes? You vaguely remember getting annoyed with Namjoon because he couldn’t use a knife if his life depended on it. But the two of you decided that if you wanted your relationship to work, couples therapy was the best option. 

So, every Monday at five the two of you see Dr. Heras. It’s helped with talking to each other, and getting to know each other's triggers and how to handle them. The two of you have household assigned chores to each other, but if the other forgets the other has to step up. Nightly recaps are a must, which makes bedtime exciting for the two of you. It’s the main reason the two of you don’t meet up throughout the day until it's time to go home. Things still aren’t perfect but they’re getting better day by day.

Casey claps her hands together, bringing you out of your bubble. Her face is bright like she just remembered something and it excites you. “When is your dress fitting?” 

The brief excitement escapes you when you remember how much you’re not looking forward to it. Not because you don’t want to see your mother and Namjoon’s mother. It’s because you don’t like any of the dresses on the online catalog of Hyugas Bridal. 

“Saturday.” You say, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on top of them. You’ve tried everything to convince yourself to be as excited as possible. It is your wedding dress fitting after all. A moment every little girl dreams about. A moment you have always dreamed about, but you can’t shake that there’s something holding you back from feeling exciting. 

No, you know exactly why you’re not looking forward to it. The reason starts with Jung and ends with Hoseok. 

He’s been in the back of your mind for the past week. Since the day the mothers have made a groupchat to decide the dress fitting date. At first you thought it was because it would be the first time they would be meeting. Then you shifted your blame when you caught a glimpse of the online catalog. Then one night while Namjoon was out with the boys, you remembered the faint promise from all those years ago, and things started making sense. 

No, you haven’t spoken to the well renowned designer in years. After a year communication between the two of you ran dry. You never resented him for it. You were going through things and he was building his brand from the bottom up. Your problems were only going to make him worry and that was the last thing you wanted. But he’s been living in your head rent free. You keep going back and forth. 

Should I text him?

Should I just settle? 

Should I text him? 

It’s a constant battle. One you haven’t decided on a winner. It’s putting such a damper on a day where you’re supposed to share fond memories with your mother and soon to be mother-in-law. Yet, you just can’t shake the feeling that you know what you want already. 

You're stubborn like that. 

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Casey lowers her voice. Her brows furrow in concern. 

As much as you love Casey and now consider her a close friend. This is something you don’t want to simply get into. So you lie, “I’m just nervous, our mothers are meeting for the first time. And both of them have strong personalities.” You sigh. 

Casey laughs, “I will keep you in my prayers for the rest of the week.” 

You smile, your attention getting caught on Namjoon’s ringtone. You don’t even need to check your phone to know that he’s texted you that he’s done and to meet him downstairs. So, without a minute of hesitation you slip your feet into your heels again and stand up. “Thank you, I think I will need it a lot on Saturday.” 

“Please, please, please send me pictures.” Casey clasps her hands in front of her, pouting and widening her eyes. You smile fondly. Casey has been your first female friend in years. A true girl's girl. A lovely breath of fresh air from all the testosterone you’ve been constantly surrounded by since childhood. 

“Of course, you’re the only one who will get pics anyway.” You round your desk and shut off your desktop, and pick up your work bag slinging it over your shoulder. 

“You mean I’ve knocked down the guys and made it up your list.” She stands up, smoothing down her pleated gray skirt. 

“You will always be at the top of the list Cas.” You smile, getting your phone and unlocking it to Namjoon’s short text: Done, down in 5 mins.

Followed by another one that says: Dinner?

You smile and type a quick: poke bowl plssssss.

You lock your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your gray dress pants. Casey scoffs as she opens the door to your office. “You two are gross and cute.” 

You follow her out of your office, “What do you mean?” You lock your office door and lock your arms with hers. 

“You get this huge smile on your face and then your eyes get all twinkly. It’s a little gross.” She bumps her hip with yours before giggling. “It’s so cute though.” 

“I think you’re making shit up.” You whisper, and she stops walking the minute she reaches the front reception desk. “I’ll buy you coffee tomorrow by the way.” You wink, as she takes her seat in front of her desktop. She still has two more hours left of her shift, and the last two hours are always the slowest. 

“You don’t have to but it's greatly appreciated.” She moves her mouse to wake up her monitor, and slumps in her seat sighing. “I’ll work on my revisions and email you the appointments for next week.” 

“Thanks Cas. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You rush out when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You don’t bother to check it nor stay for her to reply the second the elevator dings on your floor. 

“Love ya,” Casey shouts after you, and you send her finger hearts as the elevator door closes. 

“Jin wants to go out for drinks tomorrow.” Namjoon says as he enters the bathroom, leaning against the doorway. His eyes find yours through the mirror as you begin to apply your night cream. 

You hum, placing the container against the counter. “You should go, the semester is almost over and you’ve been working hard.” You say, spreading the cream down your neck, cleaning your hands on a clean towel and proceeding to pick up the tube of your eye cream. 

“I know but he’s inviting Tae and these days wherever Tae goes so does Jimin.” He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you. “Things are still a little awkward between Jimin and I.” He finishes, facing you and leaning against the bathroom counter crossing his arms in front of him. 

You smile, screwing the cap of your eye cream tube and placing it down. “I think you’re thinking about it too much. Jimin doesn’t hold grudges, plus we’ve talked things through already.” You pat your under eyes with your ring fingers and then turn to face him. “If it bothers you, you should talk to him too, but don’t feel pressured to do so because of me.” 

He nods, uncrossing his arms and grabs your hands, reeling you in. “I definitely want to apologize to him and settle things between us before the wedding, but I don’t feel ready.” 

“Then do it when you are ready Joon.” You reassure, lacing your fingers with his. “But I think you should still go, it’s been months since all of you got together to hang out.”  

Namjoon opens his mouth to interject but you stop him with a roll of your eyes. “Working out together doesn’t count.” 

He sighs, shaking his head, letting go of one of your hands and snaking his arm around your waist, scooting his leg between yours. “Sometimes it’s scary how you know what I’m thinking.” He whispers, placing his forehead against yours. “But I will go, I do miss them a little.” He confesses, and gives you a quick kiss on your lips before hugging you completely. “Can you tell me what’s been bothering you all week now?” 

The only downside of couples therapy and learning more about each other is that neither of you can hide anything anymore. He is well aware that you’ve been up in your head more than usual. 

You pull away, placing your hands on his cheeks. “Sometimes it's scary how you know that I’m thinking too much.” 

He plays with the tie of your bathrobe, chuckling at your response. “Your thoughts are too loud, and you didn’t sleep last night.” He shrugs. “I was waiting for you to wake me up to talk but all you did was sigh and turn a thousand times.”

You pout, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you up too.” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t be. I would’ve interjected but I also know you wouldn’t have told me until your conscience was clearer.” 

You nod. “I’m nervous about Saturday.” 

Namjoon stops playing with the tie and hugs you again. “Don’t be, your mom is great and so is mine and I know they’ll get along fine. We might be making a mistake by introducing them to each other. I have a feeling they will be inseparable after Saturday.” 

“It’s not that Joon.” You sigh, he tilts his head to the side. “I know they’ll get along, it's just that–” You stop biting your lip, trying to sort your words out as quickly as possible in your head. 

As far you know, Hoseok and Namjoon haven’t spoken to each other in years. Jungkook knows why but he won’t tell you. He only says that they lost communication. But it's odd. Hoseok’s career has expanded to the point that he’s getting interviewed by Jimmy Fallon. He’s been invited to all the fashion weeks, and now has his own magazine. Your dream is to one day own one of his purses. You saw the ad for one a couple weeks ago on Instagram. You showed it to Namjoon and he had no reaction. 

Which was weird because you thought Namjoon would be proud of his once best friend. He even grumbled a little when he found your box that kept all the magazine clippings from his previous interviews. It was your way of showing your support from a distance. So, whatever happened between them isn’t a normal falling out with no hard feelings. 

From what you can tell there are hard feelings you just don’t know why. Nor do you want to pry, but the promise Hoseok made you all those years ago keeps echoing in your brain. 

Maybe this is why you’ve been running yourself up the wall. You want to reach out but you don’t know how Namjoon would react if you told him you were. After all, Hoseok was a huge part of your life. A relationship Namjoon witnessed from start to finish. 

“What is it?” He says with concern. 

“I don’t want my wedding dress to come from Hyugas Bridal.” You whisper. 

Namjoon nods, “That’s okay there’s so many other wedding dress shops, you can go to a new one.” He offers. 

You shake your head, “I don’t want any of those dresses from any of those shops.” 

Namjoon’s hands fall down to his side. “I see.” He pauses before, pushing past you and out the bathroom. His demeanor has changed so quickly you begin to suspect that he knows exactly what’s going on. 

You follow him. “Joon what are you doing?” You enter your bedroom. It’s empty and you begin to wonder where exactly your fiance went until you see him walk out of the closet with a slip of line paper in his hand. 

“Here,” He extends his hand. “Text him this is his new number.” He gently shoves the paper further in your direction. 

“What is this? Text who?” You take the folded slip of paper and watch as he walks to the bed, sitting down on the edge. 

“Hoseok, that’s who you want to design your wedding dress right?” He clasps his hands together. “He promised so it’s only right.” He adds, clenching his jaw. 

Now, you’re confused. Actually, you’re beyond confusion at this point. You’re also concerned because Namjoon looks like he’s about to burst. “H-How do you know?” 

Namjoon chuckles dryly, “He told me before he left.” He throws his hands up in the air. “Actually he told me a bunch of things but half of those things aren’t important. What’s important is that you want to wear one of his wedding dress designs so text him.” 

You take a seat next to him. “Why does this bother you Joon?” You say softly, placing your hands on top of his, trying your best to smooth down the grip. 

“Because it was supposed to be your wedding dress for your wedding with him.” He whispers, unclasping his hands and settling them on top of his pajama pants. 

“Namjoon, we were never going to get married.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

“But you could’ve. He’s been back in town since January. Jin has tried everything to get us to meet again but I keep turning down his invites. If we hadn’t tried to solve our issues I have no doubt he would have contacted you again.” 

You smile, bringing his hands to your lap. “Namjoon, things between Hobi and I are long over. I won’t lie to you and tell you I don’t love him anymore because I do just not in the same way I loved him back then and not the same way I love you now. I don’t want to marry him, I don’t think I ever wanted to marry him in the first place. He will always love his career more than anything in this world and that’s okay. I never will hold that against him because although it hurt when we broke up and I did make bad decisions trying to fill the void I felt when he left. I grew up. We both grew up Namjoon.” You finish, bringing his hands up to your lips and kissing his palms gently. 

Namjoon sighs, “He will likely join us tomorrow and what if you run into him one day and fall for his charms again.” He pouts.

“Are you jealous?” You tilt your head in amusement. He lets go of your hands and rolls his eyes. 

“So what if I am. Is that a problem? He’s a much better man than me in every sense of the word.” He stands up and walks to his side of the bed before peeling back your duvet. 

You turn your body in his direction, biting your bottom lip to stifle your laugh. You’ve recently learned that Namjoon loves to sulk like a child and he has no problem expressing when something petty is bothering him. 

“It’s not, I think it’s cute.” You sit up on your knees, before he scoffs and lays down, his back turned to you. You move closer to him and wrap your arm around his torso before leaning your body over his so you’re face to face with him. “You’re more than enough Joon.” You kiss his temple gently. 

Namjoon rolls onto his back. “Are you sure?” He snakes his arms around your waist tugging you closer. You straddle his lap, and lean down resting your forehead against his. “I wouldn’t be working this hard to make our relationship work and better if I didn’t think you were enough.” 

He throws his head back in defeat. His heart is beating so fast he’s thankful you can’t feel or hear it. His jealousy simmers in dying embers. Despite some unresolved differences between him and his oldest friend, he knows Hoseok isn’t one to try to break marriage apart. 

“I love you,” Namjoon says after a while. His voice is soft and full of tenderness. 

I love you.” 

The last time you felt this nervous was the day you had to read your master thesis out loud in class to a group of judgmental writing students. The sales assistant has been watching you pace for the past five minutes since she led you to the back of the shop. 

You admit it was a long shot, texting your ex boyfriend and world renowned fashion designer after Namjoon went to sleep. Sure, what you received was a very polite and formal message. To which you concluded that it was probably his personal assistant that messaged you. 

So, did Hoseok know you were the one meeting with him about commissioning a wedding dress. Or did he figure it was just a normal customer. Still, the whole process was fairly quick. You figured he had a packed schedule considering he had just returned to his hometown after being away for years. You couldn’t help but wonder how things were going to go today, which was why you were running the clock, driving the sales assistant absolutely insane.

Finally, you get tired of wearing a hole in the ground and take a seat on the white sofa, just as the sales assistant whispers into her earpiece. “Mr.Jung will be here in two minutes.” She voices out, adjusting her blouse before moving to the door. 

“Thank you.” You say crossing your legs and placing your bag next to you. Quickly you decide that’s too comfortable so you uncross them and place your bag on your lap again. Fidgeting with your hands, while the door slowly opens, revealing the one and only Jung Hoseok.

You almost feel like suffocating. Your breath hitches as he strolls in wearing a black suit. His hair is slicked back, and some dark sunglasses on the tip of his nose. He oozes a wave of confidence that you have never seen before, and you begin to wonder if he even remembers you and the promise he made to you all those years ago. 

After five months of being away the two of you lost contact. Three years later he unfollowed you on instagram. Well technically he unfollowed everyone on instagram and only followed one person. A beautiful model whose name was Hailey. For years, they were speculated to be dating, but nothing has ever been confirmed or denied. So, who knows. But now he was here, silent, powerful, and looking better than ever. 

And you feel foolish.

“So he finally came to his senses.” Hoseok clicks his tongue and removes his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful warm eyes. 

You don’t know what comes over you. Just an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and before you know it you’re hugging him tight and crying into his very expensive suit. He chuckles, running a soothing hand down your back. He smells fresh, like a cool breeze on the beach. He feels different, but similar and all the love you once held for him comes rushing back in powerful strokes of color. 

For a moment you feel twenty-one again. 

Finally, you pull away and look at him, taking in all the features you once knew by memory. He has a few wrinkles on the side of his eyes. But he looks sharper in all the right places and you realize that just like Namjoon he has aged like fine wine. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle, smoothing out the lapels of his suit. “I don’t know what came over me.” You chuckle awkwardly, looking around, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. 

He chuckles, placing his hands on top of your shoulders. “I see you’re still as emotional as ever.” He notes, running his hands down your shoulders before taking your hand in his. He leads you towards the couch and sits you down before taking the seat next to you. 

“Now, tell me how have you been?” He tilts his head, intertwining your fingers with his. If you didn’t know better, you’d mistaken this for a romantic gesture. But you know better as much as you love Hoseok. The love you feel for him is different from the love you feel for Namjoon. It’s just nostalgia with Hoseok, it’s unforgettable memories that you’ve buried. It’s young love that hasn’t known experiences. It’s the chase but never settling. And you’re ready to settle down. 

“I’ve been great. The fall semester starts next week so I’ve been running around like crazy, in and out of meetings. You know the usual boring work life.” You wave off, wiping your eyes with the handkerchief he's handed you. “How have you been, you look amazing.” You blurt out, widening your eyes. 

He chuckles, “I’ve been better, fashion week is in a month and we are still deciding on garments for the models to wear.” 

“Wow, fashion week.” You say in disbelief, shaking your head, to keep the tears at bay. “You really made it Hobi. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper the last part and hug him once more, letting go of your tears. 

It was so embarrassing but you couldn’t help it. You’ll send him money for the dry cleaners later. 

“It wasn’t easy but knowing I’ll one day have this moment with you kept me going.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head, and pulling away. “You look amazing too, I’d love to have you as my professor.” He winks, making you laugh.

“I’d love to have you as my personal designer.” You retaliate, making him laugh. He lets go of your hands and stands up, posing dramatically. “That’s why I’m here. Now, come on, I have a few design ideas I want to run by you first.” He extends his hands for you and pulls you up quickly. “These are just prototypes but I think they all suit you one way or another.” He says, nodding towards the sales assistant who leaves through the bright pink curtains. 

“Wait, wait, wait Hobi. How do you already have prototypes?” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes jokingly. “Joon and I have been in contact here and there. So, I’ve been designing these since then. And don’t worry he hasn’t seen any of them.” 

You’re floored, your annoyance zeroing in on your conniving and jealous fiance. Why the hell did he make you meeting Hoseok such a big deal if he had been plotting this against your back? But instead of focusing on that, you feel the butterflies in your stomach begin to erupt when the sales assistant comes in with three garment bags. 

“Are you ready?” Hoseok says, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his dress pants. 

Your heart begins to thunder against your chest when each garment bag is hung in front of you. You look at Hoseok who has the biggest smile on his face and you realize what a full circle moment this is for the two of you. You gave up your relationship for dreams either of you didn’t know you’d ever achieve. Yet, here you are. Him a self made fashion designer making a pit stop on his busy schedule to do this for you. And you, you are working your dream job and getting ready to marry the love of your adult life. 

You smile nodding enthusiastically. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

A/n: it's short, but I will try to be more consistent with my uploads. Check out all my other stories too!

[wannabeschyulersister]

so long, chicago

Without the warmth of your things in the apartment, it looked sad and cold. The boxes that you packed were stacked along the hallway. Movers were scheduled to help you in the next hour.

Your belongings would be traveling across the country with you following.

After one last sweep of the apartment to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything, you stood at the large bay window facing the city. A city that you once considered home.

You’d miss Chicago. You’d miss the people that you’d met. The connections that you formed. The memories. The laughter.

The sound of the front door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned and saw Carmen walk in. You didn’t expect for him to be home anytime soon. You’d hoped that you could avoid the last interaction.

“Hey.” You said softly.

He nodded, “I thought you’d be halfway outta town by now.”

“The movers should be here any minute.”

Carmen took off his coat and placed it on the right hook near the door. Yours would normally go on the left but it was currently sitting on top of one of your suitcases.

“Richie said you stopped by the restaurant last night.”

“Yeah, I wanted to tell him goodbye.”

“I guess that’s nice.”

“You guess?”

“What do you expect for me to say, (Y/n)? I love that you’re abandoning me and everyone you’ve met here?”

“Abandoning you?” You couldn’t believe that he really said that.

“We’ve been together for six fuckin’ years! One day you wake up and realize you don’t want to be with me anymore out of the fuckin’ blue!”

“Out of the blue?,” you raised your voice, “Carmen, I dreaded making that decision for months! You were so out of touch that you didn’t even realize that we had stopped acting like a couple long before I ending things.”

Carmen chuckled bitterly, “That’s not true.”

You hadn’t planned on leaving on ugly terms with Carmen. If anything, you wanted it to be civil. You were huge parts of each other’s lives. Under all of the pain and heartbreak, there was love.

“I was the only person trying in this relationship. You would get home at one or two in the morning and I’d try waiting around just so we can have a conversation after not seeing each other all day. I planned date nights and tried to pry you out of that kitchen to notice that I was practically falling apart at the seams!” You confessed. It hurt you that he hadn’t even noticed.

“Relationships are hard! That why you have to make them work!” Carmen was visibly upset at how the conversation was going.

“I was the only one fighting for this, Carmen! When was the last time you bought me flowers or texted me to see how my day was going? I barely even heard an ‘I love you’.”

“I do love you. So much that I don’t want you to go and move to San Diego. You belong here with me and- and with your friends. People that care about you!”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough. I’m tired, Carmen. Tired of feeling like I don’t mean shit to you. I need to be with someone that wants to be with me. I want someone that won’t make me feel alone when we are together.”

Carmen closed the space between you two. It was the closest he’d been to you in days. He still smelled of the cologne that you bought him for Christmas with a faintness of the cigarette he must’ve smoked before.

“I thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together.” He said softly.

“If you thought so, then why aren’t we married? I’ve had friends in shorter relationships that have taken the next step. I’ve waited for so long for you to ask me to be your wife and every anniversary that passes, I know that it’s not going to happen. I don’t want to leave. I really loved living here. This felt like home more than any place I’ve lived in, but I can’t stay here.”

“I’ve been a fuckin’ selfish asshole. I’m sorry. You don’t know how sorry I am. Please, I’ll make things up to you. I’ll change.”

“And when things get hard? When you get busy and stressed at the restaurant, then what? It goes back to how things were? I can’t put myself through that. I can’t take that chance.” It killed you seeing him so upset but when you broke up with him, it was like you could breathe again.

You were becoming the person that you used to be. You didn’t want to sacrifice yourself for someone else that didn’t give you the time of day.

Three knocks to the front door made you step away from Carmen. You opened the door and saw the movers with a dollie and a couple of extra boxes.

“Excuse me.” You felt Carmen grab his coat and brush past you. Part of you wanted to chase him down and wrap your arms around him. You didn’t want the last image you had of him to be so hurt.

As you watched the movers grab your boxes and take them down to the awaiting truck, you grabbed the letter that you wrote for Carmen. You planned to leave it on the kitchen counter.

You didn’t know if he’d even read it. Maybe he would rip it up into tiny pieces. Maybe he would read it over and over again.

It wasn’t up for you to wonder. You were at peace with your decision and that’s all that mattered.

[aramynx]

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

KATSUKI BAKUGO X READER

You and Katsuki have known each other since middle school, and have always notoriously been at each others' throats as naturally gifted students. Things take a frustrating turn when you both end up at UA, as those darned teenage hormones begin to run high…

a/n: if i told you that katsuki wasn't my favourite would you believe me? <3

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To put it nicely, Katsuki was pissed. And quite frankly, so were you. For some unknown reason, he had started avoiding you like the plague since that training session. You were sure you hadn’t gone too far when teasing him, so what was his deal? Even when you tried to speak to him, he wouldn’t even tell you to get lost, he’d just get up and leave! Typical Katsuki, getting pissed off and giving the silent treatment.

Since he had stopped speaking to you, you had started talking to Izuku more than before- you’d known him the same amount of time as you’d known Katsuki, but you hadn’t grown quite as close with him throughout middle school.

“Hey Izuku, would you mind if I sit with your group at lunch?” You asked, smiling at the freckled boy who was tidying away his burnt-up notebook carefully.

“We’d be happy for you to join us, but is something going on between you and Kacchan?” He asked, a look of concern creeping onto his face. As usual, he was very ovservant.

Katsuki’s ears perked up at the nickname from the door of the classroom, where he stood beside Kirishima, bag slung over his shoulder. You hanging around that damn nerd only pissed him off more and more every day.

“I don’t mean to pry! It’s just unusual that you and Kacchan haven’t been together recently.” He explained, waving his jands frantically as you let out a sigh and crossed your arms.

“Well, for some unknown reason, Bakugo has decided he isn’t talking to me anymore.” You said loudly with frustration, hoping that Katsuki would hear you.

“Oh. I see; that’s strange.” Izuku said, putting his hand to his chin in thought before your voice snapped him out of his chain of thought.

“Hey, ‘Zuku?” You tapped his shoulder, “Sorry to burst your thought bubble but we should probably get going before the cafeteria gets too busy.”

“Right! Let’s go.”

Izuku smiled, standing up and walking you over to Iida and Uraraka who were waiting by the door for him. As you walked across the classroom beside Izuku, you felt a hard glare piercing through you, but brushed it off as you made your way to the cafeteria with Izuku and his friends.

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“Uhh dude?”

Katsuki’s eyes lingered on the door you had just walked out of, his ears falling deaf to the student beside him.

“Bakugo?”

Kirishima reached over to tap Katsuki’s shoulder, only for his hand to be immediately swatted away as Katsuki’s trance was broken.

“Why aren’t you talking to Y/N?” Kirishima questioned, “I thought you guys were like, good friends.”

“As if.” Katsuki scoffed, “What I do is none of your business anyway, Shitty Hair.”

“Avoiding your problems and ignoring someone isn’t very manly, dude. Did you even think about how Y/N feels?”

Kirishima looked forwards at Katsuki, an expression of concern clouding his usually smiley face as he attempted to reason with his ‘friend’.

“Shut the hell up, there’s nothing going on!” Katsuki yelled, walking out of the classroom alone, and down the corridor.

Katsuki took a sharp breath and sighed as he turned the corner of the empty hall, walking himself into a dark passage with a dead end. He stood in the shadow of the wall, leaning up against the concrete with his head down, staring blankly into the ground. His palms were sweaty; sweatier than usual.

When did everything get so damn difficult?

He dragged in another deep breath, releasing it shakily as he felt his leg tremble. Yes, he was pissed off, he was also upset, and confused, but that only made him more pissed off.

Why couldn’t he talk to you?

“Hey.”

Katsuki looked up from the ground, eyes finding their way towards a spiky, ‘shitty’-haired figure standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Listen man, if something’s going on and you need to talk, you can talk to me.”

“I don’t need to talk.” Katsuki snapped, walking towards him and barging his shoulder as he walked by, pausing for only a second as they stood back to back.

“Whatever you say, but my offer still stands.” Kirishima said firmly, not turning to face Katsuki.

Katsuki scoffed, leaving Kirishima in the darkness of the hallway as he made his own way down the the cafeteria. His head felt like it was spinning, his stomach felt like it was going to turn itself inside out, and his palms were still so goddamn sweaty, no matter how many times he wiped them on the inside of his pockets. His chest ached at the smile you gave to Izuku back in the classroom, but why?

As he dragged himself into the cafeteria alone, his eyes managed to find their way over to you through the waves of students passing by in groups, locking onto your smile as his posture slightly straightened.

Your smile.

But it wasn’t directed at him, this time. That was the smile you’d give when he teased you about trivial little things that made you laugh, the one that you showed him that night you stayed over with him and Izuku in middle school, playing Mario Kart until you fell asleep sitting up against the couch. He watched as you sat in the centre of the cafeteria, beside Deku, opposite that stuck-up glasses nerd and pink cheeks, smiling and laughing so much that there were tears in your eyes.

Katsuki felt himself tense up- his chest tightening as he looked on, hardly able to force himself to tear his eyes away from you. Somehow, it was still better than talking to you. Talking to you made him stomach twist, he felt constantly on edge, anxious. You made his chest burn and his palms sweat, his brain would just go into overdrive and he couldn’t even combat your teasing. You made him act… completely unlike himself.

Katsuki sighed, clenching his fists in his pockets as he turned around.

Maybe… If I keep ignoring you... This will go away… I’ll go back to normal.

As he dragged himself through the corridors, his brain overflowing with thoughts, he felt a vibration in his pocket.

Who the fuck is it now?

Katsuki pulled his phone from his pocket, eyes fixated on the message preview on his lock screen, accompanied by a time and location;

“Kacchan, we need to talk.”

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[geminialchemist]

Another addition to my “Evil” Webby AU, which I should probably name. Eh, problems for later.

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The boardroom was still and full of tension, the only noise being the ticking of a clock on the wall. The two opposing parties, one Scrooge McDuck, the other, his Board of Directors, each stared each other down in complete and total silence.

Seeing as neither side seemed to want to address the elephant in the room, Bradley coughed into his clenched feathery fist, and decided to bite the bullet, boredly asking, “Would you care to explain what exactly is going on here, Mr. McDuck?”

Scrooge played dumb, blinking in faux surprise at the question, “Oh, yes. It’s take your daughter to work day, isn’t it?”

Beside him was Webby, her eyes barely peeking up past the edge of the table for how short she was. She simply waved at the Board members who decidedly did not wave back.

Bradley grimaced at the girl, one he recognized on sight. He wondered what she was up to, what she could have told the old adventurer. But for now, he decided to play as dumb as Scrooge was. “I wasn’t aware that we had a… ‘take your daughter to work day.’ Or that you had a daughter to begin with.”

Scrooge shrugged easily, “You don’t know a lot about me, Bradford. I mean, my family isn’t really your business-“

“Your family is our business. Your name is on the front of the building.” Bradford corrected humorlessly.

“-as for ‘Take your daughter to work day,’ I implemented it meself. About an hour ago.” He added that last part under his breath, casting a glance at Webby, who had snuck into his limo’s trunk when he hadn’t been looking. “I figured Webby here could use the chance to see what her ol’ man did, get an appreciation for the family business!”

“Right…” Bradford droned, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

The two groups lapsed back into silence for a moment, the ticking of the clock deafeningly loud. Glancing at the clock, Scrooge, looking for any way to get away from these vultures, declared, “Well, would you look at the time! How about we break for lunch? A productive meeting, as always, yes.”

The McDuck slide his chair back and began to quickly trod out of the room, cane in one hand, the other guiding Webby by the shoulder. Webby’s brow scrunched up, “But Dad, it’s only a quarter til eleven…”

“It’s close enough to lunch to get away from those blimy freebooters,” Scrooge muttered under his breath, readjusting his hat. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his wallet and, with some emotional and mental difficulty, parted with a single dollar bill, “Here you go, lass. Go get something from the vending machine down the hall. I’ve got some actual business to attend to up in my office upstairs, you can meet me there when you’re done.”

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Webby impatiently tried to flatten the bill Scrooge had given her, one that had likely been sitting inside his wallet since before she was born from how worn out it was. She stuck it in the machine, only for it to reject the dollar for the upteenth time, prompting her to try to get rid of the creases once more. Those chips would be hers!

The shadow of a vulture crossed over her, and she turned, craning her neck upward to meet the eyes of Bradford. The buzzard glared down at her for a moment, then took out a bill from his own wallet, putting it in the machine himself and selected an item. A simple bag of plain, unsalted nuts.

As Bradford bent down to reach for the bag, he paused while his head was craned down to Webby’s height, “What does he know?” Bradford demanded to know, volume low to keep from prying ears, but voice laced with threats.

Webb- April, bounced on heels of her webbed feet, pondering the question. “He doesn’t know anything. I just fed him a story about me being his long lost daughter to get into the house.”

“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Bradford sneered, tearing open the bag of peanuts with barely restrained force. To think decades of work could possibly be undone by one teenaged duck!

“Proving myself!” April declared, straightening out the bill in her hands to try the machine again. “I know you were going to have me decommissioned, and I want to show you I can get the job done! That I’m worth keeping around!”

The machine finally accepted the dollar bill, April giving a cry of victory, “Aha! Finally, salty deliciousness has never tasted so sweet!”

Grabbing her bag of chips, April turned back to Bradford. “I’m going to show you what I can do as an agent for F.O.W.L.! I’ll help you take down Scrooge from the inside! And, well… there isn’t exactly anything you can do to stop me.” She said in an innocent tone, tossing a chip into her mouth.

Bradford nodded in agreement at her statement, beak clenched. “Yes, I suppose you are right. I’ve seen firsthand the lengths Scrooge is willing to go to hold onto his family when they go missing. Having you removed now would be nearly as big a mistake as you being there in the first place.”

Straightening his back, Bradford continued, “Very well, I will… reluctantly give my blessing for this mission. It isn’t what I intended for you, but if you can get rid of Scrooge, I’ll take that as an acceptable result. Finish the job, and I’ll consider rescinding your termination from F.O.W.L.”

April gave a salute with greasy, corn-chip stained hands, “I won’t let you down, boss!”

Bradford grimaced at the display, then turned his back to the girl and trudged off. But even a broken tool has its uses, Bradford supposed. She had been meant to find the papyrus of binding, to undo Scrooge and all his adventures, but she had failed at that. Perhaps she could still prove useful enough to get rid of Scrooge, or at least keep him distracted enough with this father-daughter act to keep him out of F.O.W.Ls plans.

His stomach acted up, deepening his grimace and causing him toss his remaining peanuts into the trash. This is why he didn’t like to deal with children, they gave him ulcers. She’d have to go once Scrooge was gone. Those two were too much alike for their own good.

[star-girl-05]

Bedhead: Three

James Wilson x reader

Part One Part Two Part Four

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Both of you get back to work unaware of the prying eyes of House down the hall. 

House makes his way back to his office ‘Wilson you dog’. House has been with Wilson through many girlfriends and wife's. If he's being honest he's surprised Wilson could land you in the first place. You're not his usual type for one you're not dying of anything.

He knew something was up with Wilson; he just didn’t know that thing was you. Wait a second… Wilson's sex hair this morning. He can not believe goody two-shoes Wilson would have sex at work. He couldn't believe that you would have sex at work.

He wonders when this all started, Wilson started acting strange three months back but when did he seal the deal with you? That's the question on his mind when all of you enter back in the room revealing each of your findings. 

At House's lack of response Cameron speaks up sass lacing her words. “Are you even listening?”

“No, I've got something more important on my mind.” he twirls in his chair looking over the five of them, his eyes stopping on Wilson for a second before turning back to Cameron. 

“What's more important than our dying patient”

“When Wilson and Y/n started sleeping together” The nonchalants of his tone contradicted the reaction of everyone in the room. Cameron, Chase and Foreman whip their head around while you just go bright red. Wilson on the other hand is glaring at House silently fuming at his audacity. 

“You're sleeping with Wilson” Cameron couldn’t believe it, neither could the boys both shocked into silence. 

“Not that it's any of your business” your eyes fall to House giving him a glare of your own “but yes me and Wilson have been seeing each other” 

“What are..” you're interrupting her getting things back on track and talking about the patient instead of your love life. 

After you finish the case hours later they decided it was finally time to play twenty questions. House and Wilson were having their own argument conversation in Wilson's office. Leaving you to fend for yourself against the three of your colleagues. 

Cameron was the most excited she was grilling you asking millions of questions: When did you start dating? Do you love him?, Who all knows?. It was like talking to your little sister, you did your best to answer all her questions. Once she ran out you looked over to the boys to see if they had any Foreman just shook his head saying a quick warning that now House knew he was bound to treat you differently.

That's one of the reasons you didn’t tell anyone you're nervous about what this means for your working relationship with House. Cameron forced him to take her on a date and he doesn’t treat her any differently than the rest of us so you should be okay but no one knows when it comes to House. Chases just shakes his head saying nope. 

With your interrogation being over you are grabbing your things and heading out the door. Wilsons waiting for you at the entrance, a sweet smile on his face when he sees you. “I hope you weren't waiting to long Cameron had a lot of question”

“No I just got down here a few moments ago had to put House in his place” his face soured at the thought, pulling you close to him. Now that House knew he didn’t really care if anyone saw. “I’m sorry he did that”

“You don’t have to apologize he was bound to find out, on the bright side now we don’t have to hide our relationship” Wilson nodded in agreement placing another kiss on your lips. 

“I love you” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too” 

Part One Part Two Part Four

[sassypeacock0501]

I was going to save posting these two being so happily in love, intimate, and vulnerable with each other for down the line. But I feel like sharing this clip now, especially since things didn’t quite work out this way for Grier and Davrin in the end.

Also, WOW, was it a treat to watch this scene after the first run. *Starts playing “I Can’t Hear it Now” from the Arcane soundtrack.*

Enjoy my first attempt at a fanon codex. Be kind!

Codex Entry: Heart of a Hala

A crisply folded letter stuck between the pages of a monster hunter’s manuscript.

Davrin,

I really don’t know how I’m supposed to start this. What am I even supposed to say. Emmrich tells me it’d be healthy to get my feelings out, but damn if it isn’t hard.

I doubt you’d want me to apologize a thousand times. Started that count already anyways. And I know you’d want me to stop taking on the blame, but it’s a hard habit to kick. Going nowhere with this.

Guess I could fill you in on what you’ve missed.

Neve and Lucanis are doing great. Gallus has really stepped into her own as the new head of the Threads. Kinda scary honestly, but it’s working for her. And Lucanis finally made the split with Spite. I miss the weirdo a little. I’m talking about Spite, just to be clear. I know you’re probably thinking of a comeback. Well you would’ve, I mean. Anyways, it’s gonna be great for the both of them.

Bellara is doing better. Evka promises me that things are looking up. I just hope they’re not holding back around me. (Furiously scribbled note on the margins: Damn it! He wasn’t there for that. Idiot!) Anyways, Bel’s off working with the Jumpers. They’re trying to get every bit of info they can pry out of that artifact, the Nadas whatever. Thought it was a good idea to keep the knowledge stored in something that doesn’t talk at you like you were born yesterday. The Dalish get talked down to enough as it is.

And Taash and Harding are going strong. Lace ran off with Taash once things quieted down around here. They both needed the escape after everything. Lace writes a lot though. I think she’s picked up some of the overbearing qualities that Varric sometimes had.

I know you’d ask, but I just haven’t really thought about taking a break myself. I’m used to keeping busy so it just feels right to keep that pace going. You’d understand.

And I promise I’ll go and see the other griffins when I don’t think it’ll hurt as much get the chance. Assan would want me to. Miss the little guy, wherever he is.

Anyways, I

You meant the wor

You’re gone. We’re Wardens, so this should’ve been easy. But we caught a glimpse of a future for us. It was so close. And then it slipped away.

I can’t say goodbye. Not now. Probably not ever.

But I want you to know that I’ll keep living. For you. For Assan. For us.

Whatever it takes,

Rook

[valkierrie]

𝐿Ꭵ𝒌𝔢 α 𝝂𝙞r𝔤iո

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Warning(s): Smut(Filthy Liam Gallagher Smut for consumption). Oh, and also cursing.

Plot: Y/N, Is finally ready share an intimate moment with her boyfriend.

Word count: 2.3K

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Tonight was the night. 

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking in my appearance in the lacy black lingerie I had bought a week prior. 

The lingerie was my best friend, Sam’s, idea. She’d been surprised when I confessed that I hadn’t yet done the deed with Liam. Sam told me that she wasn’t sure which was more surprising, Liam’s self-control or that Liam hadn’t dumped me sooner. 

The furthest we had ever gone was giving each other hickeys here and there. I could always tell that Liam was holding back and it was eating at me that I couldn’t grow a pair and just shag my boyfriend. 

Tonight was going to be different.  

I pulled on my silky bathrobe above the set, with one last look in the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom. The time was a quarter past nine, there was only a couple minutes until Liam would be home. I busied myself with a mag that laid haphazardly on the kitchen island. I sat on one of the stools, reading the latest story. It was a rubbish gossip column about some model rumored to be indulging in cocaine and heroin. It did nothing to ease my nerves and it didn’t take long for them to crescendo into overdrive when I heard the jiggle of the doorknob. The door opened and shut a few seconds later, it was followed by the sound of shuffling, likely Liam removing his shoes and jacket. 

“Love!” Liam called out, his familiar accented voice booming in the flat. 

“In here!” I responded, quickly adjusting the bathrobe as well as my hair.  

There he was. Liam found me in the kitchen-dining hybrid area. He had a soft grin on his face. He looked every bit like the handsome bloke I had fallen hard for. I was at a loss for words, as I normally was when I was around him. He didn’t have to do anything. He could be breathing, and it’d be the sexiest thing. 

He placed a semi-rough kiss onto my warm lips. He was alcohol-scented and had the taste of cigarettes at the tip of his tongue.  

“I missed you.” His tone was gentle, and he looked at me with those beautiful baby blues.  

“Long day?” I asked, intertwining his hands in mine. 

“That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around me. “Right now, all I want right now, is to be with you.” 

I smiled tenderly, pulling him by the collar into an embrace that had my lips begging for more. I could feel his hands rising to cup my face. My hands fell onto his waist, holding it. Strangely, it was my favorite place to hold him during moments like these.  

Liam pulled away, staring at my face with a loving gaze before his eyes fell onto my attire. I wasn’t in my usual pajamas. By pajamas I mean, one of Liam’s oversized sweaters and my knickers.  

His brows furrowed. “What’s with the robe? You about to shower or summat?” 

“I—uh—um,” I stuttered, clearing my throat. My hands felt clammy and moist, my cheeks heating up. “I wanted to try something with you tonight.” My voice was quiet, almost whisper-like and my eyes averted his gaze. My heart was palpitating, and it was only going faster. 

“What did you wanna try?” 

I didn’t answer, instead, I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. There was silence, my eyes flew back at Liam’s stature. He was frozen, like a statue. His mouth was ajar, his ears slowly going red.  

“Fuckin’ hell.” 

The insecurity crept in, he wasn’t doing anything, he just stood there. Was I that sexually appalling that he couldn’t bare to come near me or even touch me? 

I bent down and picked up the robe, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But we don’t have to...” 

Liam was dazed, unable to pry his eyes off of me. “I think I’d die if we don’t.” 

He moved closer to me, taking my hands in his, removing the robe from my hands, letting it fall to the floor once more. He pulled me close, giving me an intense kiss. I felt my lips swell at the ferocity of it all. It wasn’t like we hadn’t ever kissed like this before, but something about the way he was doing it at the moment made me feel a type of way. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer and closer despite there being no more space. 

I pulled away, panting heavily. “I wanna do this with you—I want you, right now.” 

Liam grinned, his nose rubbing against mine. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” I reaffirmed, my lips finding his once more. 

As we kissed, Liam gently lifted me up, his lips never separating from mine. My legs wrapped around his waist. Liam led us to the living room, and in true Liam Gallagher fashion it wasn’t done without bumping into things and him almost dropping me. A soft giggle escaped my lips as Liam laid me on a sofa, slowly mounting above me. For a moment Liam didn’t do anything, he just stared at me.  

“What?” 

“Nowt. You’re just—you’re so beautiful.” His hands cradled my face, almost as if I were a delicate porcelain doll. 

My heart ached, but it was in the best way. The way he looked at me, the way his eyes racked over my body, not in an odd way, but in an endearing manner, as if I were the Mona Lisa.  

Liam peppered wet kisses on my shoulder, scavenging for that familiar spot that made me squirm as he slowly removed the lace undergarments. My breath hitched when his lips made contact with that spot. The intimate throbbing feeling I had felt between my legs all those other times had returned with a vengeance, as if it were getting revenge on me for ignoring my needs.  

As the lingerie went lower and lower, so did Liam. His lips attached to my breast as he nipped and sucked. Despite the pleasure, my body quivered. Liam’s hand went behind my back, holding me in place. I whimpered at the sensation of his mouth at my nerves. My hand flew to his dark hair, trying to tell him to keep going. I wouldn’t have used my voice if it wasn’t subdued by me biting my lips in an effort to prevent myself from being too loud. 

“So fuckin’ fit.” Liam muttered, turning his attention to my other tit.  

The feeling I felt was truly something that couldn’t be put into words. I could feel his hand slowly inching towards that spot between my legs. Liam tore his attention from my chest and brought it back to my face. 

“Can I touch you here?” 

I shuttered, nodding. “Yeah.” 

Liam smiled and tied his lips back onto mine. His hand reached my mound, and his fingers rubbed, releasing a chorus of moans and whines. My hips bucked up, yearning for more of his touch.   

“Someone’s eager.” Liam teased. 

When his finger plunged in, I was sure I saw stars. 

“Liam... so good.” I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. 

“Feels good, yeah?” I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that he had a cocky grin on his face.  

“Mhm.” I nodded, unable to form coherent words. 

Another string of moans escaped my lips as his chubby fingers went in and out of my folds. With each plunge, he went deeper and deeper until he was knuckle-deep. My legs were trembling from the overwhelming sensation, my mind was empty, and I was sure I had lost the ability to speak at that moment. My breathing was sharp. Then it happened. The intense sensation and pressure that had been building up was finally released. With a final cry and moan of his name, I came into Liam’s hand. For a few seconds I was lost in the sensation. 

My rapid breathing had calmed down and was back to normal. Liam placed a chassed kiss on my forehead.  

“You alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. 

I nodded, smiling at his caring manner. 

“Your turn.” I felt my confidence increasing and after what Liam had done, I wanted to give him something in return.  

Before Liam could say anything, I flipped him over, placing myself over him as I straddled him. I pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground. My lips found his collarbone. Liam released a soft groan as I grinded my hips forward against a growing bulge. 

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but Liam’s sounds were encouraging. I caught his lips into an embrace that left me breathless. My hands flew to his trousers, pulling them down. I got off of him, kneeling before him and pulling his trousers down all of the way. His bulge pressed against his boxers, an inviting dark patch making my cheeks redder than they had been. I kissed his hips, slowly pulling down his boxers, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. Liam groaned in pleasure.  

“Bloody tease.” He muttered.  

I was met with his shaft, and was a bit intimidated by the size, but the thought of making Liam feel as great as he made me feel. I took the length in my mouth, feeling Liam twitch slightly upon contact. A low gutted groan escaped his lips. “Fuck.” 

 I started off slow, applying a steady pace and pressure, unfortunately, my hair kept falling in my face and getting in my way. Liam took hold of it, pulling it back. My head bopped up and down as I tried, desperately, to take more and more of him, but my Pharyngeal reflex made it impossible. I gagged when his length hit the back of my throat, my eyes growing wet. I felt a slight tug at my hair.  

“So impatient,” Liam taunted, smirking down at me. “slow down.” 

His attempts to further tease me were squashed when I slurped some more and sucked harder, stroking his sensitive skin. I could feel his thighs stiffen beside either side of me, his breathing had gone rapid and erratic. I was excited, excited to make his feel good—an immense and satisfying amount of gratification. Dismayingly, he stopped me, pulling away. 

“Stop.” He said, trying and failing to catch his breath, pulling away. 

A look of confusion etched itself on my face. “What happened? Did I do something?” 

“No.” Liam panted, shaking his head.  

He took my hands, pulling up to sit beside him on the couch. “I want you.” 

“You have me.” 

“No. I mean I want you inside—I want us to... y’know.” His eyes drifted downwards to my nude form. 

His implication wasn’t lost on me. My cheeks flushed crimson. 

“Is that okay?” Liam asked, his voice delicate—in a way few were ever permitted to see. His eyes gave way for seriousness, as if my answer for something life changing. 

This was what I wanted and there was no way in hell I was going to deny myself this opportunity like before. 

“Yeah, absolutely.” I smiled, grasping his face in my hands. 

Liam pushed me down on the couch, scaling up my body. He nipped at my collarbone and upper breast before he aligned himself to my womanhood. Simultaneous gasps and moans escaped out lips. The stretch was sensual but also excruciating. My face contorted to that of one in pain. I was certain that Liam took notice, he had stopped moving.  

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah...just wait a minute.” 

It took a few seconds to adjust and get used to the extension, when I figured he could move, I didn’t waste a single moment in telling him.  

“Okay, I’m okay now.” 

“Are you sure?” 

I nodded, pulling him down for a wet, sloppy and filthy kiss. Liam took that opportunity to thrust himself, going deeper and deeper when he went back in.  

“Fuck, love.” Liam moaned in my mouth. “Bloody fucking brilliant, you are.”  

The praise made me groan, adding to the pleasure that had overtaken the pain. A feeling of anticipation was building up between my legs, I could see those stars again. 

“Don’t stop, Liam. D-don't...stop.” I panted. 

Liam’s pace was increasing and growing sporadically, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll to the back of my head with each thrust. I could feel myself growing tighter and tighter, my legs encircling his waist. I could feel Liam’s member twitch from inside me as he chased his bliss. My moans were growing louder and louder as the anticipatory feeling was getting closer and closer. Liam’s few final thrusts went in harder, hitting my pubic bone. 

“F-fuck. I fuckin’ love you.” 

The moment those three words left his lips; I was caught off guard. Before I could say anything or ponder on it some more, my orgasm hit. The feeling hit harder than the earlier one. For a moment, our rapid breathing rhythms were coordinated. I could feel his phallus soften from inside my glans. When Liam caught his breath, he pulled out, lying beside me. He left a soft kiss on my forehead. When my mind had finally allowed me to process it, I was taken back to what Liam had said.  

“I love you too.” I told him. 

“What?” Liam queried. 

“You told me you loved me...I love you too.” 

Liam offered me a tender grin, placing his arms around my waist and pulling me close. There was a moment of silence between us. It wasn’t awkward or anything. It was one of those moments when words didn’t need to be said in order to express how we felt. 

It only took two seconds, per usual, for Liam to break that silence.  

“So, what brought this on, then?” 

“I was ready and I couldn’t think of anyone else to do this with.” 

Liam gave me a gently smile, kissing my forehead. 

“The lingerie was Sam’s idea.” 

“Sam, eh?” Liam rose a brow. “That same Sam that you told me burned water last week?” 

I shrugged. “Sam’s an enigma. She’s like a broken clock, offers truth once in a while.” 

“Be sure to thank her this once for me.”