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jayparked · 7 months ago

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traditionally nontraditional | park sunghoon

SYNOPSIS: newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions

PAIRING: husband!sunghoon x wife!female reader

GENRE: smut

AU: established relationship, chrithmith ∩(·ω·)∩

RATING: explicit/18+, minors dni

WORD COUNT: 7.2k of pure smut baby

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, creampie, dom/sub dynamics, big dick hoon, cock abuser!hoon, oral (f. receiving), nipple play, nudes, sexy ornaments, dirty talk, slightly bratty y/n and hoon is not having it, impatient insatiable hoon, he's so down bad for his lil wifey, teasing, sex with barely any prep, size kink, mentions of size training, strong language, sunghoon cannot stop praising you for the life of him, implied oral (m. receiving), choking, pet names, begging, body worship, overstimulation, forced orgasm, punishment kink, y/n gets tied up :) they are so grossly in love i was gagging the whole time

SNAIL TRAIL: merry belated christmas! for all my freaky horny down bad sunghoon stans. this one's for you. but mostly to my favorite hoonie girl @sungbeams who not only made this incredible banner, but also beta read for me and continued to throw constant words of encouragement my way when i was struggling to write this. as always, i love you so much and everything i do is for you.

“Sunghoon…what is this?”

You’re sitting in the living room of the home you and your newly wedded husband purchased only a few months ago. Wrapping paper and gift bags are strewn throughout the room, traces of hours of opening presents together for the first time as husband and wife littered in a haphazard mess. The fireplace, which is the only lightsource in the room right now besides the ones decorated on the Christmas tree, is warming the entire room as gentle snow falls outside, colorful lights reflecting off the sparkling white substance. You’re bundled up in your favorite Christmas pajamas on the couch while Sunghoon sits in a plush recliner facing you. A proud sparkle adorns your husband’s eyes as he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees while he rubs his hands together with excited anticipation as he watches you closely.

“Do you like it? He can’t help the way his lips pull into a subtle smirk, his eyebrows quirking up on the word ‘like’. Sunghoon feels insanely proud for being able to keep this particular gift a surprise. Normally he gets too excited and has to tell you as soon as possible. There’s been quite a few birthdays and anniversaries in the past where Sunghoon hasn’t even made it out of the department store before FaceTiming you and showing you what he’s in the process of buying you. Getting a view of the department store workers side eyeing your husband as he excitingly gushes at you through the phone always warms your heart. An array of apologies always leaves his lips after telling you what he’s gotten you. If it were anyone else, you’d be slightly annoyed with the ruined surprises. But, in all honesty, you actually adored it from him. Your husband being too excited to keep a secret is just another way of him expressing his love. Plus, even if he can’t hide the larger, more extravagant things, he still finds ways to surprise you.

Like with what you have resting in your palms right now. The plastic squeaks slightly as your thumb rubs against it. Memories flood your mind, your thighs twitch, yearning to rub against one another as you lick your lips. It’s hard to ignore the dark haze in your husband’s gaze and the way his legs are spread so perfectly apart.

Noticing your staring, Sunghoon lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he looks down at his hands before raising his eyes to meet yours once again. He’s waiting for your response, you know he is, and you also know that he’s patient enough to sit here for hours until you’re able to find your voice and speak just what exactly is pulsing through your mind.

And the longer you make Sunghoon wait, the more pleasure he gets from seeing you squirm beneath him later.

“I-I love it. Wow…” You gulp as you stare at the ornament in your hands, eyes unable to tear away from the polaroid Sunghoon has placed perfectly inside.

But it’s not just any polaroid.

It’s a very explicit photo of the two of you on your wedding night where you’re on your knees, throat stuffed with your newly wedded husband’s deliciously thick cock. Mascara running down your cheeks and a hint of drool dribbling down your chin is visible in the photo along with Sunghoon’s large hand gently pulling your hair back.

“I remember that night so well,” Sunghoon grumbles as he leans back in his seat, his eyes still trailing over your body.

“I would hope you do!” you laugh, looking up at him, “Our wedding night, it was only a couple months ago after all.”

“And I don’t think I’ll ever forget it,” his gaze darkens, his arms moving to rest behind his head, “Especially the way you moaned once my dick hit the back of your throat. Or when I could see my bulge in your stomach. Or how you could still see my handprint on your ass the next morning. Or-”

“Hoon!” You laugh and toss a throw pillow towards him, which he catches easily, laughing along with you.

“Sorry. Like I said though, it’s a night I’ll never forget. And when you suggested we try to make our own Christmas traditions, well, what can I say? I was inspired.”

His smile is so genuine with a light sparkle in his eyes being reflected from the firelight. You can’t help but walk towards him, needing to be close and to feel his warmth. You’re about to lean in for a kiss when his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in until you’re sitting on his lap. But that wasn’t good enough for him. Sunghoon repositions you so that you’re cradled in his arms, your head resting beneath his collarbone. He leans down slowly, a smile blooming on his face, until your noses touch. Giggling together, you both close your eyes and move your heads back and forth, noses bumping together repeatedly in the process. The innocent moment doesn’t last long, though. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about, but before you get the chance, his soft pillowy lips are brushing against yours, his strong arms pulling you closer to his body.

The kiss seems innocent at first, full of love and tenderness as your mouths move together. But one little shift of your hips in his lap has your husband groaning, deepening the urgency of the kiss. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you eagerly grant him entry all while one hand cusps your cheek and the other grips your hip tighter. Your own hands can’t stay still as one dips below his shirt and wanders from his stomach up to his chest, marveling at the way his muscles feel against your palms and fingertips.

He quickly repositions you. Now, straddling his lap, his hands are free to roam down your body, exploring every curve he can. As if he hasn’t already familiarized himself with every inch of you. Continuing the kiss, he groans as you naturally grind your hips against his lap. His hands grab at your waist, quickling seating you down on him fully until you’re able to feel his cock hardening beneath you. At the feeling of friction against your clothed clit, you moan into his mouth, head tilting back slightly while you grind on him harder. Sunghoon catches your bottom lip between his teeth, growling slightly as he pulls and sucks.

Once he releases you, his mouth is attached to yours again immediately. The kisses are deep, feverish, and desperate; his tongue sloppily entering your mouth muffling any sigh or moan that was lingering within you.

Only when air is needed do you two break away. You look into his deep brown eyes and easily get lost in how lustful he appears. At the same time though, you see something in his eyes soften, complete love and admiration evident amidst the yearning.

“How about we make our second ornament, hmm?” Sunghoon smirks, nipping at your lips again. All you can do is quickly nod your head as you place your hands on his cheeks, savoring the tender moment before it’s gone. One thing about your husband is that once he gets riled up, it’s almost impossible to satiate the beast that consumes his sweet and romantic side.

“Perfect,” Sunghoon’s voice is husky with desire. Quickly, he stands up effortlessly with you still in his arms, one hand firmly placed on your back while the other holds one of your thighs. You can’t help but giggle as you cling to him, peppering kisses along his jaw and neck. You slow your ministrations down when you hear him groan as you nip at a particular spot under his ear; you slowly open your mouth and let your tongue brush against his skin before biting down gently, careful to not leave any marks (per his unfortunate request, no visible marks can be left on him due to his new position at work. Plus, it’s been harder to cover them up and there’s only so many times he can wear a scarf during the summer without getting weird glances from coworkers. And the amount of turtle necks he’s worn during this winter season in particular is fashionably criminal).

Sunghoon easily carries you to your shared bedroom, not even bothering to close the door as he gently tosses you on the mattress. You quickly sit up, peeling your clothes off of you before Sunghoon even has a chance to get on the bed himself.

“Slow down, let me help you,” he murmurs, placing a hand on your arm to stall you. You let him remove your shirt, although he’s doing it painfully slowly; leaving soft kisses along your collar bones and the base of your neck once they’re properly exposed. Even though his movements are slow and intentional, it feels like time is speeding up between you in the best way possible. It’s something you can’t quite explain. You’ve heard other people talk about how time seems to stop when they’re with their partners. But, for you, time has always sped up with Sunghoon, the entire world spinning by as the two of you live in your own timezone; a cocoon created just for you two to find solace in.

You wouldn’t change it for a thing.

Finally, Sunghoon has you completely naked and laying on your side, supporting your upper body weight by laying on your elbows as you look at him towering over you. He’s already swatted your hand away from him when you tried to lift his shirt up, a wide, goofy smile plastered on his face as he gently encourages you to wait. What you’re waiting for? You have no idea. But your heart is racing with anticipation, your body warm and cheeks flushed already.

All he does is roll up his sleeves slightly, exposing his veiny forearms. Instantly your eyes are drawn to his hands, though, his fingers flexing slightly as they move back down to his sides.

“You’re staring, darling.”

“Can’t help it,” you sigh, “look at you.”

Sunghoon chuckles softly, an endearing smile back on his face, “Look at me? Look at you. So pretty for me…” he takes a step forward, his gaze primal and hungry, “so pretty for me to ruin, tsk tsk. What am I going to do with you?”

You feel your face heating up even more, blush surely spreading across your cheeks. You can’t help but wish he would hurry up, though. It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest with how fast and hard it’s pounding. Hands craving for a purpose, you keep reaching for your husband, desperate to feel his skin mingle with yours, but he keeps swatting you away. Your body is aching for him like it always does, no matter how many times you’ve had him inside you. You always want more of him- need more of him.

Sunghoon looks towards the closet where you keep your polaroid camera resting safely on the shelf above your hanging clothes, the long neck strap spilling over the ledge. But, he bites his bottom lip and turns back to you, groaning as he places his knees on the edge of the bed. One of his hands comes out to grasp one of your knees, spreading you apart so he can properly look at your glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” he exhales, “I can see how wet you are for me already. Darling, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You try to look away from him, but his gaze is too captivating, holding you in place.

“Just looking at you has me like this,” you quip playfully, “my husband is just so sexy.”

“Fuck…say that again,” he groans, massaging your knee with his hand, his eyes glued to yours.

“My…hus…band,” you say slowly, drawing out the syllables with a smirk, clicking your tongue at the end while you bring a foot up to rest on his thigh.

His free hand instantly grasps your foot, stopping its movements immediately. Sunghoon can’t help but sigh and marvel at you. But only for a moment. Roughly, he tosses your leg to the side and buries his face in your heat, forgoing the slow build up he initially was going for and presses his nose against your clit as he tongues at your hole.

“Oh!-” You let out a surprised choked yelp, but you’re quickly sputtering as one of your husband’s hands comes up to grasp one of your breasts tightly. His thumb flicks over your perked nipple, massaging your mound harshly as his tongue continues to lick at your arousal. Your back naturally arches, your hands grasping at the sheets near your head as moans easily leave your lips.

“Mmm, so sweet for me,” Sunghoon coos, bringing his free hand up to wipe at his mouth. At first, you think he’s done, but then he has two fingers roaming between your folds collecting your slick. “So wet, all for me,” he says proudly, eyes locked in on your cunt. He’s more so talking to himself. More praises and remarks are made but your head is becoming too foggy, thighs now twitching with the soft contact. You need more, more of him.

Your hands snake down to his head, making him look at you for a moment while you silently plead for him. You know that he knows what you want, but all he does is smile happily at you, continuing the slight touches. His fingers circle the outside of your hole and just far enough outside of your clit to have you clenching. It’s completely unfair for him to do this to you, but unfortunately, it’s not the first or last time he will play with you like this.

“So needy,” he coos again, “is this what you want?” Sunghoon slowly pushes one digit into your cunt, making sure not to move it around. You try to suck him in further, hips wiggling unintentionally.

“Sunghoon,” you groan, closing your eyes, “please.”

“Please what?” You can hear the smirk in his voice and it’s enough to make you want to throw a bratty tantrum. But, somehow, you’re able to stop yourself. Because this is exactly what you want. And if you give into your bratty dynamics, it’ll only prolong what you need.

So you’ll give your husband what he wants, for your own selfish agenda of course. “Please touch me more. I need you. No more teasing. Please.” The more you talk, the whinier you sound, but you don’t care anymore. Your hole continues to clench around his digit, desperate for it to move, piston, curl, do anything other than just sit dormant.

Sunghoon chuckles lowly, “Being so good for me today, aren’t you? Fine. I’ll give my wife what she needs since she’s been such a good girl this year.”

Your eyes are still closed as you sigh, waiting to feel more of his fingers inside you or even to feel his lips around your clit.

But that’s too predictable. And Sunghoon doesn’t like being predictable.

Instead, your eyes pop open as you feel Sunghoon’s cock pushing into you. The stretch is painfully delicious, your body shivering as he fills you up more and more. Once he’s completely sheathed inside you, Sunghoon groans and grips your knees tightly. You don’t know how you didn’t hear him slide his pajama pants down his thighs, but it’s a detail you don’t mind missing. Plus, you’re more focused on the way your body stings, urgently trying to adjust to his giant cock. Sunghoon stills for a moment, chest heaving as he adjusts himself inside you.

“God, you’re so tight,” he hisses.

“That’s what happens when you don’t warm me up properly.”

“Smart fucking mouth,” he tsks but he can’t hide his smile. Sunghoon quickly rips his shirt over his head, tossing it mindlessly to the floor next to him. “I know you can take it, though. Your body was made for me, afterall.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to reply before his hips are pulling back, snapping forward back into you just before you feel his tip about to leave your hole. You moan with the force of his thrust, hands reaching out to grip onto his firm biceps.

“Look at you. You’re so perfect like this, so beautiful,” Sunghoon groans as he thrusts harder and faster into you. “So…beautiful,” he grunts again. You gasp as he leans forward, his cock hitting a new angle. But you don’t have time to fully appreciate it. His hand wraps delicately around your throat, squeezing until a slight gasp leaves your lips.

It feels like your body is levitating; every inch of your skin prickles with a rush of adrenaline as your husband continues to abuse your hole. The way his hips snap against your thighs has you feeling bruised already. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Some might feel embarrassed for how quickly they get to their orgasm, but not you. You feel a sense of pride swell in your chest knowing that your husband knows your body so well and is always determined to have you come before he does. It’s a law he’s written for himself. And, ever since the first time you’ve been together, he’s held true to it. The rare times he comes before you do is if you’re sucking him off quickly somewhere outside of your home, which is usually taking place in a restaurant bathroom or a dressing room in a random department store. Being the man Sunghoon is, though, that same night he makes sure to spend hours with your thighs cushioned against his head. No matter how much you beg for his cock, he always insists on using his tongue or hands to fully appreciate your body as a reward for taking care of him at the random moments when he needs to use you.

Ever the selfless, Sunghoon lessens his grip on your throat and leans down, kissing you softly while his pace doesn’t relent. It’s drowning the way his lips naturally mold with yours, all the words you want to say get poured into the way you receive his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and bucking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

“Don’t come yet,” he commands, a harsh bite in his voice as he pushes your hips down, “I want our next ornament to be a picture of you right as your orgasm hits. Can you do that for me? Can you hang on just a little bit longer, baby? I just want to have a little more fun with you before I grab the camera.”

You shake your head, biting down hard on your bottom lip to try to keep yourself from orgasming. Tears prick your eyes as you feel your body start to betray you despite your best efforts.

“C’mon, baby, please? Fuck, I don’t think I can stop. You just feel so good,” he groans loudly, both hands gripping your breasts tightly as he continues pounding you into the mattress. “If you can’t hold it I’ll just have to make you come again and again until I get the picture I want.”

“Please let me, Hoon. I-I can’t-” a choked moan interrupts you when Sunghoon presses his thumb firmly on your clit, rubbing harshly at a steady pace while his cock continues to piston in and out of you. You don’t even have a second to enjoy the dual stimulation. Your orgasm hits you like a train, exploding from the bottom of your body and rippling upward. Eyes rolling back so harshly, it feels like you’re going to pass out as your body starts to tremble violently underneath Sunghoon.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, slowing his pace down only slightly, “look at you, my pretty doll. Can’t even let me fuck you for more than two minutes before you’re losing your mind on my cock. You did so well taking me without any prep. Always so good for me.” He’s kissing up your chest between sentences, arms holding you tightly in place. You focus on the sound of his voice, letting the low familiar tone guide your soul back to your body.

Sunghoon pets your hair comfortingly, leaving gentle kisses along your face while his cock still sits snugly in your heat, unmoving. “You back with me?” he whispers, seeing the light returning back to your eyes and your body shaking less. You nod your head in response, a soft smile spreading on your face as you blink slowly at him.

“Good. Now that you’ve had your moment to catch your breath I can punish you properly.” Sunghoon removes himself from your body and the bed, now walking towards the closet.

“W-what?” You sit up on your elbows and watch him, confused with the way his jaw clenches and his back muscles tense.

“I thought you were gonna be a good girl for me, but I guess I was mistaken.” He’s digging around in the closet, nowhere near where the camera is.

“But I have been good!” You pout shamelessly, your tone whiny and full of attitude.

Finding what he was looking for, Sunghoon straightens himself and grabs the polaroid camera without a second glance. When he turns around, you gulp, seeing the four fuzzy cuffs in his hands alongside the camera.

“I told you not to come,” he flicks his hooded gaze at you, his face cold and annoyed, “so you don’t get to touch me since you wanted to be so greedy.”

Silently, Sunghoon walks back towards the bed and quickly fastens your feet into two of the cuffs, securing them snuggly and pulling out the fabric straps from under the mattress to hook the cuffs to. His jaw is still clenched while he moves impatiently, huffing at himself when his fingers fail to get them secure the first time. Only when he moves to your last free wrist does he finally look at you. Trying to appear sorrowful, you jut out your bottom lip and lower your head to look at him through your eyelashes. Sunghoon groans, always falling into this trap when it comes to you.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know what you did was wrong. And I’m not letting you off the hook that easily. You disobeyed so you’ll be punished. I know how handsy you get so it only seems fitting.”

You tug playfully at your wrist constraints, eliciting a stern scowl from your husband. Sighing and shaking his head, he takes out the camera and sets it down next to your body.

“But it’s Christmas…” You try again, but he doesn’t acknowledge you this time.

Sunghoon patiently looks over your body, his eyes slowly combing over every curve of your body, biting at his bottom lip as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you like this. You desperately want to rub your thighs together, missing the feeling of his cock stretching you out. It doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband, the way your legs tug at the cuffs or the way your hips buck up slightly. It’s almost worse that he won’t acknowledge you, even slowing down his gaze. And it’s killing you that he’s not even saying anything so all you’re left with is the cold air settling against your skin and feeling like a frog about to be dissected with the way you’re displayed before him.

You let out a low moan, a huff really, while you furrow your brows and desperately try to meet Sunghoon’s gaze. He trails a finger from your thigh down to your ankle, your body twitching under his touch.

“Hoon-”

“No.”

One of his hands falls to his aching cock, still erect and glistening from your arousal. He slowly moves up and down his length, wincing slightly while looking hungrily at your exposed pussy. Flashbacks of your first night together flood your mind, the way Sunghoon practically drooled over your naked heat while your body trembled with a surge of adrenaline. The look on his face now is the same as it was all those years ago.

Finally, his eyes trail up your body, resting into your gaze. That soft smile is back and you wonder if he’s reminiscing like you are, if he’s feeling the same overwhelming swell in his chest, wishing this moment wouldn’t have to pass and you could stay like this together forever.

As romantic as that sounds, you’re both over it. Smirks blooming on both of your faces as the yearning and needing for one another takes over your bodies. You use another wasted attempt at your constraints, whining for your husband in a near tantrum state. It only fuels his ego, loving how desperate you are for him. His erect cock visibly twitches, pulling Sunghoon towards you like a magnet. Placing a knee inches away from your dripping cunt, he leans down and groans as he kisses you, putting so much pressure against your lips that your head pushes deeper into the pillows until your neck starts to ache. His tongue doesn’t wait for your permission, forcefully pushing past your lips until he’s able to collide the muscle against your own. You moan into him, bucking your hips up once again to try to feel his body against your own, but he’s hovering a teasing length away, just enough for you to not be able to reach him.

In compensation, one of his large hands moves to grip your waist tightly, nails digging into your skin while he continues to attack your mouth. You desperately want to reach your hands out and wrap them around his neck, to tug on the ends of his hair and move his head to the side to nip and pull at the skin beneath his ear.

The tension building up in your body is reaching a boiling point and you’re afraid you might actually lose your mind. Sunghoon loves to hear you beg, that’s nothing new to you, but the type of begging you’re on the verge of doing will only become a regret shortly after. You want to keep your composure, you really do, want to be the patient perfect wife Sunghoon married months ago. How could you possibly behave in a time like this? With a man like this?

You’re about to let loose when Sunghoon breaks away from your lips, moving his own along your jawline and dipping down to nip at your collarbones. In doing so, Sunghoon’s body lowers and you feel the tip of his cock bump against your swollen lower lips. Gasping, no, moaning, no-, whining, fuck, maybe all of the above sounds leave your lips simultaneously. Arching your back, your body desperately needs to be closer to him, to feel him against every inch of your skin. You feel dizzy, high even from the lack of contact and he has the nerve to sit there and watch you, chuckling as if you did something cutely amusing.

“You think this is funny?” You finally manage to pant out, wrists getting sore from tugging too harshly against the cuffs.

“Very.” Fangs beaming through his smile and sparkling eyes, Sunghoon gives you a moment before reaching for the camera. Quickly his fingers work until a bright light flashes in your face making you blink quickly.

“Sorry, love. Just couldn’t resist that pouty face of yours. Definitely one for the books. Now,” he grunts, looking down where your bodies are almost connected, “you ready for me? Gonna listen this time?”

You nod your head earnestly, clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again.

“Take a breath,” he instructs, lining himself up to your hole, “because I’m not warming you up again. And I don’t plan on going slow.”

Instinctively, you do as you're told and inhale slowly. Sunghoon watches and waits until you’re exhaling to shove the head of his throbbing cock past your walls. Only getting halfway in, Sunghoon winces, letting out a low groan as his brows furrow while he looks at you, gritting his teeth as his eyes darken. Moving back onto his knees, Sunghoon tears his gaze from you and pushes his hair out of his eyes, his brows furrowed while he lets out another impatient huff. A failed experimental thrust getting him nowhere deeper inside you only elicits more huffs and a few muttered swear words. He leans down and lets a wad of spit string down from his mouth, landing directly where his cock and your pussy meet. Sunghoon brings one hand down and smothers the spit along his digit, moving it along his cock and up to your clit where he rubs annoyed circles frantically. He knows it doesn’t feel that good for you to be instantly met with harsh pressure and fast speeds, but he’s not trying to make you feel good right now exactly. No, he wants your body to react faster, to adjust to him before he completely loses his patience.

“After all this time I’m still too big for this little pussy? Thought I trained you better.” He’s shaking his head in disapproval and all you want is to get on your hands and knees and beg for his forgiveness; to beg for him to show you how to take his monster cock properly. But you’re left to just lay here like a starfish, whimpering as you try to relax your body. It feels impossible with all the anticipation building up. Your body is tense, heart rate increasing with every passing second. Your walls pulse around his thick member, sucking him in further and further with each subtle rock of his hips. Sunghoon’s brows are furrowed so deeply and his jaw clenched so tightly makes you clench around him even harder. Fuck, he’s so hot like this. Normally so patient and unbothered, it’s moments like this that really excite you. Because an impatient and bothered Sunghoon just means more fun for you.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon grumbles and grabs your hips firmly, backing out slowly only to ram himself completely into you. Gasping as his tip hits your cervix, your hips stutter against his pelvis. Sunghoon exhales a slow chuckle, biting his tongue between his fanged teeth with a smirk.

“God, you’re clenching me so tight I feel dizzy.”

Moaning out a haggard, “‘M sorry” is all you can muster. Not that he gives you more time to form a proper sentence. Sunghoon is already moving before you can even adequately appreciate the full feeling he’s giving you. Your chest bounces with each harsh thrust, every muscle in Sunghoon’s body is flexed and strained as he finally delves into his own pleasure. His biceps and pecs are bulging right in front of your face, almost mocking you for not being able to touch or gnaw on them.

“My pretty wife taking me so well,” grunting, his pace quickens, “you’re doing so, so good for me.”

Your body is desperately fighting against the restraints, feeling so good and overstimulated all at once. The pleasure building up inside your body is looking for any sort of relief. Not being able to rake your fingernails against the skin of his muscled back, not being able to leave open mouthed kisses along the side of his face and neck, it’s all driving you crazy. To just sit here and take this continual cock abuse is driving you so quickly over the edge you’re afraid of coming too quickly again.

“Sunghoon,” you gesture your head to the side where he placed the camera minutes ago, “the camera.”

“Already?” The innocent and shocked expression on his face has your cheeks feeling hot, biting down on your bottom lip to keep you as grounded as you can. But that knot is winding tighter and tighter, he’s hitting all the right spots and one more low whine out of that pretty mouth of his is all it will take to have you coming undone.

Sunghoon stares at your face, the way your nose is scrunched and your eyes are closed, and hurries to grab the camera. His thrusts slow only slightly, the intensity lessening as he moves his body to grab the device. From fast and deep, he changes to slow and intentional; languidly dragging his cock against your walls.

Sunghoon raises the camera up to his eyes but stops, his body completely stilling, the camera lowering to his side.

You open your eyes and blink slowly at him,“What’s wrong?”

“I have a crazy idea.” There’s a far away look in his eyes mixed with a little sparkle, a look you’re not completely unfamiliar with.

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you say confidently, without any hesitation. What a silly question for him to even have to ask. Curiosity is starting to overwhelm the back of your mind when you see Sunghoon turn the camera over in his hands, the long black neck strap slipping between his fingers, wondering what the hell he has planned in that quiet mind of his.

Sunghoon is inspecting the camera strap carefully, then glancing back at you.

“I’m gonna choke you with this.”

“What?”

A proud smile adorns his face as he guides your head up and slips the camera around your neck. You gulp as you feel the scratchy material against your esophagus, Sunghoon’s grip already tight while he adjusts everything until it’s in the perfect spot with the extra fabric wrapped around his fist. The camera itself is in his hand in a ready position just in case he decides he needs to take a picture quickly. He gives some experimental tugs, relishing in the way your eyes flutter with the constriction. Twitching, his cock that’s still buried deep inside you pulls his focus back.

Sunghoon’s body now fully envelopes you, resting his body weight on his free arm while the other angles the camera near the side of your face.

“Why didn’t I think of this before?” He chuckles with satisfaction, taking a quick experimental photo of your chest. He tosses the expelled polaroid on the other side of the bed, making sure the photo lands faced down.

You couldn’t answer even if you wanted to; same old dance, different song really. Because your husband has started up his rhythmic thrusts again, going back to his original pace and pulling at the camera strap attached to your neck. You don’t miss the way he slips one of his fingers underneath the material though, the digit resting lightly against your skin.

Again, you desperately wish you could touch him. There’s no way to properly convey the yearning you have to feel his skin against your fingertips. To make up for the lack of physical action you can show him, you compensate with an array of moans with his name and swear words, you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. Anything that will convey to him just what he’s doing to you exactly and how well he’s doing it too.

“Oh my-, fuck, Hoon! There- right-, yeah! I’m-, hmmm.” It feels like your body is levitating with how deeply your back is arching, brain getting dizzy, your eyes are rolling back so hard. You can feel your thighs starting to shake more and more with each thrust Sunghoon pounds into you. Has he ever been this deep before? There’s no way he hasn’t. He could be pushing your uterus further into your body for all you know with the way he’s going absolutely crazy on you.

Sweat blooming like 4am dewdrops on Sunghoon’s forehead glisten, some drops falling down against your own brow. He’s muttering something back to you in between kisses along your skin, but you can’t make out the words with how fast and quietly he’s talking.

Not that it matters anyways. Your release is building up so quickly again you’ve become a sputtering mess yourself.

“My god, you’re doing so well for me, baby,” Sunghoon winces, voice louder and understandable once more, “You’re gripping me so tight. Are you close again already?”

“T-take the picture!” You squeal through a gasp, grinding your hips against him.

Moving fast, Sunghoon loosens his grip on the camera strap, positioning his fingers on the button and tries to angle the lens to a spot that fits his liking. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he watches your expressions. He almost can’t believe that he’s the reason your eyes are rolling back so hard, that he’s the one making your entire body shake without barely having to do anything at all.

“Oh!” You gasp as your husband’s cock twitches inside you mid thrust, hitting your g-spot easily. Your mouth falls open, back still arching and your eyes roll back yet again. The bright flash from the camera goes off while Sunghoon spews an array of swear words, tossing the camera to the side quickly. He grabs your hips and thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he chases his own high.

“You’re so fucking hot for letting me tie you up and take pictures of you, holy fuck. I have the best little wife,” he growls, “letting me do whatever I want with your body. You’re perfect, perfect for me.” A guttural groan leaves his lips as he ruts his hips against yours, muscles stuttering as he shoots hot ropes of cum as far into your cunt as he possibly can. Finally, you let out a loud sigh as you let your orgasm wash over your body. Electricity shoots throughout your veins as you ride out your high, Sunghoon slowly moving back and forth as he fucks his cum deeper into you. Even after you’re both panting and coming back to reality, he’s milking out every drop he possibly has left, making sure it’s well seated in you before pulling out fully.

With shaky legs, Sunghoon stands and stretches his arms over his head, returning to give you a shaking, soft kiss to your trembling lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along your cheek before giving a swift peck to your nose. He moves to undo the cuffs from your wrists, massaging your skin lightly for a moment before moving onto the next ones.

You whine as he moves away from you, wanting to kiss his lips over and over again until you physically can’t anymore. Brain spinning from your high and body buzzing, you’re not ready to have any sort of space away from him just yet.

When Sunghoon finally gets the last cuff off your ankle, you sit up and grab his arm, pulling him back down to the bed and enveloping his body in your arms. He laughs as he falls on top of you, wasting no time to reciprocate the embrace, littering your face with rapid kisses that leave you giggling.

“I love you too, by the way.” You giggle, squishing your cheek against his while squeezing your arms around him tighter.

“I know,” he says softly. “Hey, we should see how the pictures turned out!”

“Oh god,” you groan, completely unprepared to see what you look like in a total fucked out dazed state. Sunghoon moves to the side, resting his head against your shoulder and reaching over your body for the photos, hiding them from your curious eyes so he can get a peak first.

“Daaammmnn,” he whistles with a side glance towards you, “I just felt myself twitch again. These are too good. Can we do this every time we have sex?”

“Lemme see.” You laugh and reach for his hand. He hands over the photos willingly, watching your face intently while you take in the photos. “That’s me? I look like that when I-”

“Yep,” Sunghoon sighs dreamily, “I never get tired of seeing it.” He tilts his head to the side to give you that rare goofy grin that you love so much.

“Should we put it in an ornament now?”

“Nah,” Sunghoon takes the polaroids from your hand and sets it on the nightstand, pulling you closer so now it’s your head that’s resting on his chest, “Let’s stay here a bit longer.”

Closing your eyes and breathing in his scent, you sigh happily, arms wrapped securely around his waist while he murmurs soft words into your hair. An array of “so pretty”’s and “my baby did so well”’s tumbling from his kiss swollen lips.

It only takes you a moment to realize what he’s doing. And you get your confirmation when you open your eyes.

“You want to go again…don’t you…”

Sunghoon exhales with a low chuckle, his head falling back while he continues to play with your hair. “What gave it away?”

“Well…you’re being very affectionate right now. And I have eyes.” You giggle and gesture towards his naked bottom half, with his (once again) fully erect cock on display.

“Oh…that.” Sunghoon shyly replies. “Can you blame me?”

Without waiting for your response, yet again (does he ever wait for you to properly reply to him?) Sunghoon moves quickly and is hovering over you once again, lowering his bottom half until his cock is nestling between your folds. Teasingly his tip nudges against your clit, your body already weeping to have him inside you again.

Thinking he’s about to put himself back in, you brace your body to feel the stretch. Instead, Sunghoon gives you a mischievous grin and grabs your waist. He flips you around, pulling your hips back until your ass is in the air and flush against his pelvis.

You feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance again, but he pauses. And you groan because he seems to always be doing this; somehow always getting lost in thought just when you’re ready to let everything go and be fully consumed by him. But nothing can ever be that simple to Sunghoon. Every minute, every second, every detail is thought out in ways that only Sunghoon could do. But the more he gets lost in thought, the more pleasure you’ll feel later. If only your patience could keep up.

“Fuck, I wanna tie you up again.”

You let out a surprised laugh, somehow, at the same time, you’re not completely surprised by this at all. His words are so simple, yet they send an excited chill throughout your body. You know better than to move when you feel his presence leave you, most likely heading back to the closet to rummage through your shared box of fun.

You hear his feet shuffling back, followed by the bed dipping under his body weight shortly after. “Mmm. Love you like this,” he sighs, massaging the swell of your ass with his hands before landing a playful smack to it. He grabs your arms and places your wrists on top of each other. The feeling of what’s most likely one of his ties wraps around, tightening deliciously around your skin until you can’t move your arms at all.

“We’re going to make so many ornaments tonight, baby.”

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yenhan · 3 months ago

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TF141 X Retail worker!Reader

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a/n: tf141 x retail worker!reader because the international student au reader is busy, lol

Synopsis: Kyle is the best customer you could ask for, but his teammates aren't as easy.

At first, London seemed like a dream. Hustle, grit, fashion week, the chaos of creativity all bottled into a city that never took a breath. Too bad the reality was different. It wasn’t the long hours that crushed you, it was the people, the endless ladder climbing, the sneers hidden behind faux-kind smiles, the stinging burn of rejection from agencies that only saw numbers, not vision. For someone like you, soft around the edges, it was suffocating. So, you left. “I didn’t fail,” you told yourself. “I just chose something else.”

Now, you were here, in a sleepy tiny town tucked far from madness, working in retail in a cozy boutique on the corner of a cobbled high street. The shop had charm. All reclaimed wood shelves and vintage Edison bulbs, racks lined with pre-loved jackets, silk scarves, old military coats with stories stitched into their hems. Some days were slow. Most were, but you liked the pace. You liked knowing the regulars by name, their styles by heart.

Your signature Ferrari bomber jacket hung over your shoulder, bright red, bold white racing stripes down the sleeves. It had survived seven years and at least three attempted red wine assassinations. Half the people who walked in complimented it. The other half gave you a knowing look when they spotted the prancing horse.

“I know,” you’d sigh with a smirk. “Being a Ferrari fan is practically a tragic personality trait.” The jacket made people smile. It made you smile. And in your world, that was enough.

Your favorite customers were a group of four men who’d started showing up sometime last year. You didn’t know how they found you, though it wasn’t surprising. Most of your customers came from word-of-mouth; a recommendation from a friend, or sheer luck during a caffeine-fueled detour. Either way, once they got in, they kept coming back.

Kyle was the first. Friendly, easygoing, with a sparkle of curiosity behind those warm chocolate eyes. He liked trying new styles, often picked your brain about fabrics and cuts, and wasn’t shy about flipping through racks with genuine enthusiasm. The two of you hit it off quickly. You’d talk fashion—designers, eras, tailoring techniques, so on and so forth. Every now and then, you’d catch him scribbling notes into his phone like he didn’t want to forget what you’d said. You had a stupid smile plastered on your face for the rest of the shift.

Johnny followed soon after. Something about his roguish charm and mischief wrapped in a thick Scottish accent made your heart flip. He made a game of flirting with you, asking which shirt made him look like a rockstar, which trousers “hugged the right bits.” You didn’t mind. It wasn’t sleazy and disgustingly creepy like Mr. Lambert’s comments; it was just cheeky. “’s fun, right, hen?”

The Scot had been through something, there was a scar that curved into his hairline, and sometimes, you caught him checking exits a little too carefully, but he always smiled at you as if the world wasn’t heavy on his back.

One day, Kyle told you the others would drop by the shop for a quick tour. “The captain and lieutenant,” he explained, hanging a pressed crimson sweater on the rack. “Figured you might help. Price—John—needs to stop dressing like a dad who bought a motorcycle to impress his ex. And Ghost... well, he’s allergic to color. I won’t be there, love. Good luck.”

You laughed, finding his concerns exaggerated. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

And oh boy, you did.

—

The bell above the door chimed, and in walked two figures whose attires screamed ‘suspicious crime syndicate members.’ One was broad-shouldered, bearded, and wore a low cap over his brow. The other looming shadow wore black jeans and a hoodie, eyes unreadable under a dark skull-printed mask.

“Y’alright?” John Price’s voice was gravel and warmth, all wrapped in one delicious burrito. “You’re the one tryin’ to make us fashionable?”

“I try to guide people. Whether they listen is another matter.” You corrected him.

Ghost didn’t say anything. He stood by the door like a gothic statue, gazing from wall to window to floor, like the entire place might collapse under the weight of vintage cardigans. You offered him a polite smile. He didn’t return it.

So. That was Simon, you’d find out his birth name much much later.

Gaz had warned you. But warnings didn’t quite prepare you for the presence of someone who could dissolve into a shadow if he really wanted to. You felt your smile falter a little. “Be gentle with the lieutenant, bonnie. He’s got the fashion sense of a funeral director. Easily spooked, tha’ one.” You remembered Johnny saying it. That Hulk of a man didn’t really seem easily spooked or affected by anything at all. But you’d learned not to trust the Scotsman’s judgement on people. Last time he said your newborn nephew looked like Sid from Ice Age and you’d never felt so offended.

“Well, let me know if anything makes you feel like you’re on a runway show,” you offered lightly, mostly to Price. “Or at least less of a fashion crime.”

That earned you a huff of amusement from the captain. “That obvious, huh?”

You studied him openly, eyes running over his old leather jacket, faded jeans, boots that looked like they’d seen more mud than pavement. “I'm getting 'I'm about to start a podcast about whisky and post-divorce toxic masculinity' vibes.”

Ghost let out a short snort. Yes, that sound had come from him. Price, on the other hand, barked a laugh and pointed a finger at you.

“Cheeky. Sorry for the trouble, birdie.”

—

The next thirty minutes were… interesting.

Price started by rejecting everything. Every coat was too soft, every shirt too ‘bloody posh’, every jumper looked like something his dad would’ve worn to the pub. But he kept trying them on, kept letting you adjust the collar, roll up sleeves, hold a mirror just right. “Don’t see what’s wrong with the leather one I’ve got.”

“John, you don’t want women to guess you’re divorced and why just by your looks.” You deadpanned behind a rack. The man stopped complaining after that.

“Tell me the truth,” he inquired once, eyeing a fitted navy peacoat. “Do I look like someone who owns a boat?”

“You look like someone who pretends to own a boat to impress his Tinder date.”

He gave you a mildly confused look. “What’s Tinder?”

Meanwhile, Ghost hadn’t moved an inch. You tried subtle nudges. Held up a long black coat with silver snap buttons. No response. Picked out a designer knit jumper with a high neck. Nothing. Finally, you took a risk.

You stepped closer, gentle but not meek. “Look, I’m not gonna try and make you wear lime green or anything. But you’re a tall guy. Broad frame. You could make half of this stuff look terrifying in a clever way.”

He tilted his head just enough to make the skull motif shift with him. “Not here to impress anyone.”

“Fair. But comfort isn’t just about fabric. It’s about feeling like yourself. Or... the version of you that you don’t mind being seen.”

Silence. Again. After a moment, he reached out and you had to stifle your holy hell as he plucked the coat you’d offered off the rack. Then he disappeared into the changing room.

You turned back to Price, whose eyes held something vaguely amused. “I owe Kyle a pint,” he winked.

Ghost walked out of the fitting room, and the entire shop seemed to still for a moment. The coat suited him like it had been tailored specifically for his bulk. The wool draped across his shoulders and the belt cinched just enough to emphasize the lean strength of his torso.

…

“Could be worse.”

You beamed. That was a five-star review coming from him.

Eventually, both men found something they liked. Price left with the peacoat and a rugged forest green henley. Ghost kept the long coat and to your absolute delight, picked up a navy blue shirt as they were checking out. You didn’t mention it. You figured calling attention to it might break the spell.

At the register, Price handed over his card with a smirk. “Suppose I owe you an apology, birdie. Thought this’d be a waste of time...”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pretend you were a nightmare and insulted my entire stock.”

“Attagirl.”

—

Later that evening, Kyle poked his head back in while you tidied the place back into shape. “They liked you,” he cheered.

“I’m irresistible.”

“Nah, seriously. You made Ghost wear something that wasn’t from a tactical catalog. That’s magic.” You rolled your eyes. However, when he left and you locked the door behind him, a little glow lingered in your chest.

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dykebehaviour · 17 days ago

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behind the pantry door

cw: modern au, co-workers to lovers, stoic!abby, waitress!reader, hurt/comfort, first kiss, emotional tension, shy x stoic dynamic, protective abby.

word count: 8,300

part two

your first shift at brass & bloom started with hope and ended with blood.

five minutes early, and already sweating through your black button-up, you stood awkwardly near the server station, trying to look like you belonged. the restaurant was sleek and high-end, humming with tension under low amber lights. every table was candlelit and meticulously spaced. the walls were a deep navy, and the smell of rosemary and citrus oil filled the air.

you clutched your notepad like a shield. everyone around you moved with a sort of smooth aggression, gliding between tables and weaving through the kitchen like it was a choreographed war zone.

then you met her.

“new girl?”

the voice was low. sharp-edged. when you turned, you nearly collided with her.

abby anderson.

lead chef. broad shoulders, tight blonde braid, flour on her forearms and something red - beets, hopefully - on the collar of her open chef’s coat. she was taller than you’d expected. all muscle and intimidation and that stern crease between her brows.

“yeah,” you said, too fast. “i’m-uh-just starting.”

she looked at you like you were lost.

“where’s your apron?”

you fumbled at your waist. “sorry, it’s right here. i just didn’t wanna put it on wrong…”

“follow me.”

that was it. no welcome. no smile. no ‘nice to meet you.’

you scrambled after her as she stormed through the kitchen like it was her kingdom and you were trespassing. abby didn’t pause as she pointed at the different sections.

“hot side. cold side. you don’t touch anything on this table. ever. if martin tells you to move, move. if he tells you to wait, wait. if you get confused, ask someone who isn’t carrying a knife.”

your nerves were choking you. “okay-yep. got it.”

“if you serve the wrong dish or bring back the wrong one, it reflects on me. not just you. so don’t fuck around.”

you winced. “i won’t. i-i’m sorry, i’m just a little nervous.”

“you keep apologising.”

“i-i know. sorry. i mean-not sorry. i mean-i’ll stop.”

abby stared at you for a beat.

“you’re not the worst they’ve hired,” she said flatly. “yet.”

you blinked. “that’s… comforting?”

she didn’t laugh. just walked off.

you stood there for a moment, breath shallow, heart in your throat.

what the hell had you just gotten yourself into?

the rush hit fast.

the dining room filled. the kitchen roared to life. the printer spat tickets like gunfire. you shadowed georgia - veteran server, patient but blunt - as she navigated rude guests and close calls like it was a dance she’d learned by muscle memory.

you tried to stay invisible and useful.

you polished silverware. refilled water. ran a few drinks. abby didn’t speak to you again, but you caught her watching you once, just a flicker of her eyes as you passed a tray through the kitchen. it made your stomach twist.

by hour two, you felt like you’d already survived a war. georgia handed you your first tray to run solo; three mains and a glass of sparkling.

“you got table seven. easy one. just don’t trip.”

“got it,” you said, hands trembling slightly.

the tray was heavy but manageable. you weaved your way toward the floor, trying to breathe through it.

and then-

a busboy rounded the corner too fast. you veered sideways.

the tray tilted.

the halibut plate slid off.

shattered.

the impact was loud, sharp porcelain splintering across the tile. sauce splattered across your shoes.

you froze.

then came the shouting.

“what the fuck?”

martin. sous chef. red in the face, voice booming.

“that was a $30 entrée! are you actually blind, or just brain-dead?”

“i-i’m so sorry,” you gasped, already crouching to pick it up. “it was an accident-he bumped into-“

“don’t talk. you think i give a shit? that plate’s ruined. we’re already three minutes behind on the ticket and now i have to restart because you can’t walk without destroying something?”

you bent to gather the shards with shaking fingers. your hands trembled as you tried to collect the pieces.

“you’ve been here ten minutes and you’re already bleeding money,” martin snapped. “this is why we don’t take fresh meat during dinner. you don’t belong back here. you’re gonna get someone hurt.”

your eyes stung.

“i can clean it,” you murmured. “i’m so sorry-just let me-“

“don’t fucking touch it!”

too late.

you grabbed a jagged piece of porcelain and sliced your palm open cleanly.

you jerked back, blood instantly blooming down your wrist.

“are you serious?” martin barked. “you’re bleeding now? what is this, a joke? are you trying to sue us too? go cry in the pantry or wherever they keep you. you’re done.”

no one said anything. not the servers. not the other chefs. just the hiss of pans and the steady rhythm of your humiliation.

you turned and bolted.

the pantry was dark. cooler. quiet.

you slammed the door behind you and pressed your back to it. your hand throbbed in your palm, the sting of the cut matching the embarrassment burning up your chest. tears spilled before you could stop them.

you stumbled to a low shelf and slid down it, curling over your knees. blood dripped in little, pathetic dots onto the tile. you pressed the hem of your shirt against it, trying not to hyperventilate.

you didn’t even notice the door open.

“hey.”

the voice made you flinch.

abby stood in the doorway. the light from the kitchen framed her like a painting; gold and soft over her sharp jaw, her steady eyes, the line of her braid.

you turned away fast, wiping your face. “i-i’m fine. i just needed a second-”

“you’re bleeding.”

she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.

your voice wavered. “it’s not bad. i just-i didn’t know it was that deep-”

“let me see.”

you hesitated, heart pounding, but let her kneel in front of you. her hands were clean - freshly washed, the smell of lemon soap still clinging to her.

she gently took your wrist and examined your palm.

her brows furrowed.

“you shouldn’t have tried to pick it up.”

“i was just trying to fix it.”

“you don’t fix things like that,” she said quietly. “you let someone else handle it.”

she didn’t sound angry. just… tired.

from her apron pocket, she pulled out a bar towel and a tiny squeeze bottle of sanitiser. she poured a bit into the towel and pressed it to your hand.

you hissed. “ow-”

“sorry,” she muttered. “it’s clean. just stings.”

you nodded, trying to breathe through it. she wrapped the towel around your palm, holding it gently with both hands. the warmth of her skin burned through the cotton.

she looked up. her face was close.

too close.

her voice lowered. “martin had no right to talk to you like that.”

you shook your head. “he’s not wrong. i shouldn’t be back here. i’m a disaster-”

“stop.”

her voice was firmer now. her hand tightened slightly on yours.

“you’re new. not a disaster. you’re learning. you messed up. that’s not a crime.”

you looked at her. really looked.

abby’s face was all edges and control - usually unreadable - but now… there was something else. something barely hidden. concern. frustration. softness.

you whispered, “you didn’t have to come find me.”

“i wanted to.”

silence bloomed around you like a held breath.

abby’s eyes dipped to your lips, then flicked back up.

your heart stuttered. “you’re kind of hard to read.”

“i know.”

“kind of intimidating.”

“i know that too.”

“i thought you didn’t like me.”

she hesitated. “i didn’t know you.”

“and now?”

her gaze lingered.

then she said, “now i’m trying not to kiss you while you’re bleeding.”

the air shifted.

she was still holding your hand.

you leaned forward first, but only just.

she met you halfway.

the kiss was soft. deep. abby cupped your jaw gently, like she was afraid you’d break under her. her mouth was warm and steady. she kissed like she meant it. like she’d thought about it before. like she was letting herself want you for the first time.

you whimpered into her lips, and she pulled you closer with her other hand, her palm bracing behind your neck.

when she finally pulled back, you stayed close.

breathing in sync. quiet.

“still bleeding?” she asked, voice husky.

“yeah.”

“we’ll fix it. then i’ll take you home.”

you blinked. “take me home?”

“unless you’d rather go back out there.”

you looked down at your bandaged hand. then at her.

“home sounds good.”

she smiled; small, rare, devastating.

“come on then.”

and just like that, she helped you to your feet, still holding your hand like it was something she meant to protect.

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classjezter · 21 days ago

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Baby Prime AU Timeline

So I might've fucked around a little bit and made a whole timeline of the Baby Prime AU, which sort of got away from my hands, became so much bigger than it should’ve and now it involves the end of the war? I probably won't draw or make a comic for a bunch of these events, but it works as a guide. Here’s the little man as a treat of you read this

Keep in mind events or characters may change in the future, but for now this is what I've got 🔽

Soundwave, Shockwave and Starscream become heads of the high guard

Ratchet becomes a medic

Jetfire is lost in a battle against Quintessons

Sounwave and Shockwave have Ravage

Sentinel betrays primes, high guard leaves to the surface

Production of cold constructs begin

Wheeljack is activated and assigned as a miner

Ironhide is activated and assigned as a miner

Prowl is activated and assigned as an precinct assistant

Jazz is activated and assigned as a miner

Prowl is reassigned to the mines, he meets Jazz

Wheeljack and Ratchet meet, Ratchet starts helping miners

Sounwave and Shockwave have Laserbeak

Elita One is activated and assigned as a miner

Orion Pax is activated and assigned as a worker in the archives

Orion Pax gets reassigned to the mines

D-16 is activated and assigned as a miner

Orion Pax and D-16 meet

B127 is activated and assigned to waste management

B127 is immediately reassigned to sublevel - 50

Events of the movie

The Decepticons form and create the city of Kaon in the surface

The Autobots properly form as a resistance to Decepticon activity

Wheeljack and Ratchet become conjux

The war between the Autobots and Decepticons start

Sounwave and Shockwave have Frenzy and Rumble

Jazz and Prowl become conjux

Optimus Prime is turned into a sparkling by the Matrix

The Decepticons steal Optimus, and rename him to Nemesis Prime

The Autobots get Optimus back

Optimus gets turned back to normal

Shockwave creates a ----- -- --- --- ------

Knockout and Breakdown have Wildbreak

Cybertron starts slowly dying because of Quintesson influence

Jazz and Prowl have Bluestreak and Smokescreen

Chromia and Ironhide become conjux

Chromia and Ironhide have a sparkling

Wheeljack finds the dinobots and adopts them with Ratchet

The Quintessons mysteriously disappear

Wheeljack and Ratchet have a sparkling

In search of a cure for their dying planet, The Ark leaves the planet. Elita One is left in charge of the Cybertron Autobot troops, Chromia as her second in command.

A Decepticon ship, The Nemesis, follows the Ark. ------- is left in charge of the Cyberton Decepticon troops, Shockwave as his second in command

The Ark and The Nemesis crash on Earth

Jetfire is found and reactivated by the Autobots

Autobots and Decepticons on Earth reactivate, war restarts there

Jazz and Prowl have another sparkling

Quintessons return to Cybertron, Elita One and ------- reluctantly join forces to stop them once and for all

Quintessons are defeated, a cure for their planet is found

Optimus Prime and Megatron have a sparkling on Earth

The Cybertron Autobot and Decepticon alliance continues for the restoration of their planet, they eventually reach a peace treaty

Shockwave manages to contact the Decepticon Earth forces, they are informed of the peace amongst Decepticons and Autobots on Cybertron

The Decepticons and Autobots on Earth form a peace treaty as well, the war ends

A spacebridge from cybertron to Earth is built

Someting something, peace talks

Jetfire and Starscream reunite

Jetfire and Starscream have their own sparkling

Optimus, Elita and Megatron enter a proper relationship

Cybertron starts being rebuilt

Edit: Also! Hot Rod get to be a Prime as well but I haven’t thought about his role much, so idk what he’s doing yet, probably in the lost light in space

#transformers #transformers one #baby prime #transformers au #(post) baby prime au #tf optimus prime

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𝒹oin' 𝓉ime 𓍯𓂃 𝓈ummer 𝒷ash 𝒸ollab 🐚

your dream destination on the coast of the amalfi waters in italy awaits 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃

𓍯𓂃 pairing: assistantfem!reader x childhoodfriend/prositute!toji

𓍯𓂃 synopsis: sparkling turquoise waters, hidden coves, and limoncello for days in the illustrious city on the amalfi coast was just how you wanted to start your work-trip—now instead struggling to find a room for the night thanks to your arrogant boss leaving you to fend for yourself. yet your hopes begin to float just above the surface when your fate crashes with your old childhood neighbor with a questionable past but an annoyingly dashing charm beneath the sun-kissed shore glow. it really is a small world after all.

𓍯𓂃 contents: mentions of mamaguro and abusive zenin clan, canon au (curses, toji is a sex worker) but not canon compliant, explicit smut, oral f! recieving, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, pussy spitting, and grand theft auto because what is a vacation without crime? reader and toji are arrested, bittersweet ending.

𓍯𓂃 a/n: this oneshot is part of my summer bash collab that i have been lucky enough to get a ton of other writers on board with! please please go check out the other fics, wholeheartedly enjoyed reading them, you will not be disappointed <3. also thank you to everyone who dealt with my imposter syndrome of figuring out which fic i was going to release haha. enjoy !!

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LESS THAN 24 HOURS AGO, you hadn’t expected to end your work trip early—locked away in an Italian jail cell with a familiar face and a wicked tongue to keep you company.

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

Anantara Convento di Amalfi Grand Hotel — July 22nd, 8:48 PM

“It’s… no problem. Really,” you reassured, clutching the clasp of your suitcase, feeling your left eye twitch involuntarily due to a sickening amalgamation of sleep deprivation, consistent stress, and bottled irritation.

All of which you hoped would be relieved within the following moments, but you were direly wrong.

Your boss pursed her lips into a pout, feigning a whine as she ran her manicured fingers down her milky braid as if she were petting a feline. “Are you sure?” She purred out, cocking her head in mock sympathy.

You nodded curtly, despite wanting to shove your foot between her teeth.

She grinned, dropping her handbag onto the floor and pulling you into a tight hug, her bergamot perfume overriding your senses and silver bracelets digging into your back. “You really are the greatest assistant. You know that?” She queried rhetorically, drawing the flat of her palm up and down your shoulder blade.

You stiffened, feeling your teeth grind against each other before peeling yourself from her. “Night, Mei Mei.”

She was like a giggling schoolgirl, her boyfriend dragging her back inside as she kicked her slippers off. You watched her blouse fall from her shoulders as he pushed the door shut.

An elongated sigh left your lips as you stared at the closed wooden door, feeling the jet lag settle on your rigid shoulders.

You’d been brought along for a work trip with your boss and her boyfriend to the Amalfi Coast. The pastel villages, exquisite cuisine, charming cliffsides and lulling beaches… who would say no to that? Plus your expenses were covered.

You weren’t quite sure what exactly she did for work but you arranged her schedules with some of the most haughty and arrogant men you’d seen in your life—whispering to each other about how a mere girl like you carrying no ‘energy’ was dragged to a meeting of such high importance.

Weird.

You’d also helped her with her finances, which you definitely could assume were somewhat laundry-ing resemblant, but you didn’t care enough to look into it when she’d line your pockets pretty well for making her days far too easy.

This trip, however, was her transferring between businesses as one of her side hustles seemed to be bustling on the coast of Italy.

You came across her on a job site during your gap year, where she’d offered far too much for a regular assistant, so who were you not to apply?

Yet, you’d realized why exactly she couldn’t keep an assistant for the life of her. She was selfish and lax with everyone but herself, making it damn near impossible to simmer your temper when she’d call an uber for herself and ask if you could take the city bus because she wanted to rest her Birkin bag on the leather seat.

You endured it, though. And you bit your lip at every throttling turn.

Because after this summer, you’d be throwing the towel in with stuffed pockets.

You trudged down the hallway, lugging two bags with you that were far too much for a weekend stay.

The Anantara Convento Di Amalfi Grand Hotel was where you’d be staying, or where you should have been staying.

It seems that she’d invited her brother last minute along with his friends to arrive the next day and they’d be taking your room instead.

Thus, leaving you to figure out room arrangements while the sun was beginning to set, all on your own.

“Are you sure that you guys don’t have a single suite? I’ll take anything,” you pleaded, hands resting against the counter as you tried to keep your voice low to avoid stares.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. But, no. The hotel is booked for the next two weeks,” a brunette receptionist stated, pursing her lips into that customer service grin despite delivering blowing news.

You gave her a gentle smile, rubbing the crease in your forehead formed from exhaustion and stress. “Thanks, anyway.”

You dragged your things out of the lobby, not without admiring the intricate filigrees adorning the grand archways and the bougainvillea’s sprawling across stygian metallic railings, their ornamental vines and bushes flourishing without restraint.

The 13th-century Capuchin convent was built just across the Amalfi Coast and the Tyrrhenian Sea, the salt water wafting into the breeze and flitting your tresses past your back.

You lugged your things down the steps, head on a swivel so that your things wouldn’t get swiped.

Reaching the coastline where it was fairly empty, you plopped down on the sand, crossing your legs, hands rubbing your blistered ankles. Your bleak gaze followed the shoreline until you made out the iconic Ravello tree in the distance, the umbrella shape hanging over.

There was a young couple perched beside it, embracing each other as someone snapped a photo of them. Probably another tourist, you guessed as they thanked them and both parties hurried off in separate directions.

They were most likely on their honeymoon up here, indulging in their newlywed love as things were still shiny and fresh.

You broke your trained gaze, peering at the sea.

The tide was higher now, ebb and flow rushing and making its course. There were a few families still dipping their toes in the water as the sun kissed the horizon, soft giggles flitting in the evening breeze.

You tugged your sneakers off, taking your socks with them to stuff them into your soles and shoving your toes beneath the sand.

Warm, moist, and you’d be regretting this come time you had to actually find a place to crash and regrettably would slide your sand-speckled feet into the confines of your shoes.

As you pulled your legs to your chest and watched the waves begin to curl and crash mightier, you watched a small boy slip his floaties off and jump into the impact of the moving water.

Your eyes narrowed, watching as he dove beneath the surface, waving at his parents on the shore who were too busy scrolling on their phones on their beach towel.

The sight made you all but scowl.

Your attention turned back to the tide, but now the kid was nowhere to be seen.

You hopped to your feet immediately, peering around to see that the nearest lifeguard station was a couple blocks down and swallowing thickly.

Your feet tapped towards the water, praying this kid would pop back up.

And he eventually did.

But his arms were flailing just above the crashing waves, his brunette hair sticking out as he gasped for air.

Your eyebrows nearly shot up to your hairline, sprinting towards the shore as the cold water felt like ice against your warm skin and dress pants.

But that didn’t slow you down, not even a bit.

You pushed against the current until the water reached your midsection, drenching your navy blazer in salt water as you lifted your arms over the surface and began treading your feet, the ocean floor dipping nauseatingly beneath you.

The chilling water was now at your chin, your pulse roaring in your ears as you kicked your feet, but you felt dreadfully too far away. The young boy was thrashing helplessly and completely out of your reach, a black lump settling in your gut at the realization.

You were too far.

But that’s when water droplets speckled your cheek, splashing against you.

You turned to the side, a mess of dark hair padding incredibly quickly towards the young boy desperate for air.

The stranger's thick arms came up and over as he scooped the water behind him, reaching out to the boy and tugging him above water.

The young boy gasped for air, throwing his arms over the burly man’s shoulders and began coughing and crying, his face beet red from the lack of oxygen caved in on its own.

You sighed, shoulders slumping in relief as your legs continued treading in the water.

But suddenly, you felt something slick brush against your foot.

You yelped, peering down into the deep blue water, unable to make out anything as the sun began to set, your heart racing in your chest.

All your mind could resort to was the thought of a shark at this far away from shore, thus commence your screaming and splashing around towards the shore, inhaling massive gulps of salt water that burned your chest.

The stranger now noticed the second person drowning within a couple minute span, rolling his eyes and stroking over to you, pulling you flush against his muscled side.

You heaved, quickly clinging to him like a koala as water dripped from your face, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling his massive hand curl around yours.

“T-There’s something in the water,” you cried out, salt-stung eyes darting across the surface before you heard a ‘tch.’

You turned your head up, your eyebrows furrowing immediately, a rock dropping to the pit of your gut.

“...Zenin?”

Your red-rimmed eyes matched his viridescent ones, darting between them as your pulse quickened, a wave of nostalgia throttling you worse than the crashing tide.

Water dripped from the tips of his raven-colored tresses, the crease between his eyes settling as surprise washed over him.

“Hey, bird.”

You inhaled sharply at that nickname, fingers curling in the fabric of his compression shirt. You opened your mouth to say something, but was starkly interrupted.

“Fish,” the young boy on his other bicep coughed out, pointing out the bass that was wading in the water.

You cringed, glancing at Toji, before giggling to yourself.

He huffed at your stupidity, legs working overtime to keep the three of you afloat.

You noticed, fingers and caged thighs releasing him swiftly as you dipped back into the water to swim to shore.

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

Amalfi Coastline — July 22nd, 10:02 PM

“Thank you again, sir!” The young boy called from meters away, his parents dragging him away and scolding him for removing his floaties.

You giggled at the sight, hands wrenching your blouse and watching as it plastered to your skin with a see-through sheen.

Toji grunted, removing his black tabis and pouring water from them, scowling at the sight of a hermit falling out of it. “Kids are fucking dumb.”

You nodded, stepping over to your luggage and dusting sand from it. “Oh, I agree. Growing up I knew a really dumb one,” you chuckled to yourself, tossing your handbag over your shoulder.

Toji ignored your pointed comment. “So what? You just left all of your stuff here when you can barely swim?” He scoffed, running a hand through his damp hair.

You shivered, the night air unforgiving and nipping at your wet skin. “Well, last time you saw me, I was still a teenager who thought it was far too cool to take a dip. I’m a changed woman,” you shrugged with a smirk, cocking your head at him.

There was an odd flutter in your chest simply laying eyes on him again, somewhat childish and yen.

Backtrack nearly over a decade ago, your family was next door neighbors to a massive estate in rural Japan. And as curious as you were and as rebellious as Toji was, the two of you would find each other lingering near the outskirts of your homes.

He’d tug your braids, you’d punch him square in the jaw, he’d trip you into brush, and you’d cry for your parents.

You stole a chicken from their coup and he’d steal your sandals from the patio.

There was always something… amiss with what went on within their estate, but your parents told you not to question it as it’s none of your business and you assumed his clan was just tight knit and traditionalist.

So life was quiet, humble. But Toji made your heart thrum.

That was, until he’d climbed into your bedroom window right after your sixteenth birthday.

He stood there awkwardly, shuffling in his shoes, before poking your cheek to wake you up.

You nearly screamed until he covered your mouth, effectively shutting you up with bulging eyes.

“I’m leaving,” he whispered, the corner of his lip torn vertically.

Young you couldn’t understand the severity of the situation, stumbling over your words. But you had a semblance of why.

He’d never ask you to come with him, to put that burden upon your shoulders when his issues were larger than your small world.

You could only stare, teary-eyed before he climbed in with you after peeling his shoes off.

You were both stiff as cardboard beside each other, not uttering a word until your breathing steadied and your chest rose and fell rhythmically.

Toji couldn’t sleep that night. Too afraid of letting a moment with you fall away by merely blinking.

He was gone at dawn, whispering a quiet “see ya, bird,” more for himself than you before slipping out of the rustic window.

That was the last time you’d seen him.

You swallowed a thick lump in your throat at the remembrance, how you’d been quite upset at his absence. His family didn’t care one bit the few times you’d gone to ask. It seemed as if they were glad that their young teenager had gone missing.

On the other hand, Toji seemed… excited to see you again.

His eyes danced over your figure, the wet fabric clinging to your form like a second skin, a grin dancing across his lips.

You scowled deeply, your previous sentimental state brushed away, reaching for your shoe and tossed it straight at his head. “Perv.”

He dodged with ease, hands resting in his pockets, before jutting his chin at you. “What’re you doing in Italy of all fucking places?”

You frowned at the question, plopping onto your suitcase and hunching over. “I don’t knowww,” you groaned, stuffing your head into your hands. “I’m an assistant for the most arrogant, selfish and cheap woman I’ve ever come across.” You spat, wanting to rake your nails across your cheeks.

His eyebrows lifted at your admission. “Sounds just like my boss. Where you stayin’ for the night?”

You peeked through your fingers, peering up at him with a pout. “...Toji?”

He knitted his eyebrows. “What?”

“I’ll do anything if you let me crash with you.”

Toji took a reluctant step back, head tilting skeptically. “What? You ain’t book a hotel or nothing?”

You shook your head. “My boss fucked me over.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled, running his tongue over his lower lip. “Well, it’s been nice to see you—,” he started, a tight, half-assed smirk before he began padding away.

You hopped to your feet with desperation in your eyes, running to his side, fingers curling around his forearm that was far too corded and veiny. “Toji, toji. Please. I beg of you. There’s no affordable hotel for miles and I have no energy to go searching at this hour. Please,” you pleaded, staring up at him with wide orbs.

He glanced down at you from his shoulder, his expression unreadable, mulling it over in his head.

His hand lifted, fingers moving to pry you from him and waving a dismissive hand. “Best of luck to ya.”

You could feel your teeth clench, gritting against each other. Kicking your shoes off, you ran full-throttle towards him, thankful that the coast was basically empty at this hour so no one could witness your flailing state.

You stared at his broad back, closing the distance with your quick speed, ready to pounce at him with sharpened claws.

This time, Toji didn’t care to dodge.

You made it easy enough tripping over your own foot and falling flat onto your face into the pebbly sand.

He glanced behind his back, watching you writhe around in pain as you nearly broke your nose, doubling over with a boisterous laugh. “Christ, you never change do you?” He said between laughs, keening over with a hand over his stomach as he made his way over to you.

You looked up, a fiery rage dancing in your eyes as you hopped forward to wrap your arms around his bulky calf. “Don’t you dare leave me out here.”

He eyed you with mild irritation now, your grip only tightening by the second of your own understanding that he’d sprint in the opposite direction the minute you let go. “Unhand me,” he spoke with finality.

“No.” You hmph-ed, tilting your head up at him with your lips pursed.

Your resolve was maddening.

Toji had to ignore the view of your cleavage he got from the angle, choking on his own saliva and averting his gaze towards the horizon, masking it with a cough as his ears burned red. “Get up,” he scoffed, wiggling his foot to free you.

“Take me with you then.”

He paused, then a drawn out sigh left his lips. “You really are persistent.”

You beamed.

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

Somewhere along Corso Italia (the Sorrento Main Street) — July 22nd, 10:34 PM

“So where are we going?”

Toji was currently lugging your suitcase and had your bag tossed over his shoulder, a scowl etched into his face in harsh lines. “My place.”

You tilted your head. “Did you move here?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Staying here for work. Meeting with my boss in the morning.”

You perked up at that. After not seeing him for quite some time, you cannot even pinpoint what exactly he’d been interested in as a kid. He was hostile, liked punching and breaking things, but besides that you didn’t know much.

He was homeschooled and trained in some sort of martial arts on one of the many estate yards, so maybe he was some sort of athlete.

“What do you do?”

He narrowed his eyes, avoiding a drunken couple with their feet kicked out in a vineyard lined alcove. “This and that.”

You cringed. “Wow. So specific,” you sarcastically muttered.

He drew silent, focused on trudging up the steep and stony sidewalk as the two of you swayed back and forth.

You fell a few paces behind due to his lengthy strides, and it gave you maximum time to take in his figure.

He’d definitely grown into himself. When you'd last seen him, he was only an inch taller than you and still quite lanky. His hair was always a shaggy mess, face littered with pink pimples and his lips chapped and dry from the ways he’d chewed it.

Now? He was more than a head taller than you and annoyingly buff. He wore a black compression top that left little to imagination as you could see every ridge and crevice of his washboard abs and bulky biceps.

Toji felt your gaze glued to him like wet paper, peering behind him to give you a sardonic and sly smile.

Your eyes widened, withdrawing like a cowardly soldier and fixing your gaze elsewhere.

He chuckled low, jutting his chin at a building and guiding your direction towards it. You followed him up a set of stone steps, eyes glancing around the intricate filigree of flowers, and terracotta and rustic details, painting a gorgeous glow in the evening light.

Stepping past the receptionist desk where a young lady was scrolling on her phone, he padded onto winding steps with black metal railings that coiled into complex florals and stems.

“Why’re you staying here?” You queried at his back as he dragged your things up each step with casual ease. “It’s not really… what I’d expect for a work trip.”

He grunted a huff of laughter. “And you wouldn’t expect to understand what I do for work, bird.”

“You know, the whole ‘macho mystery man’ look is getting old,” you deadpanned with finger quotes, despite him not being able to see it. “I’ve literally seen you trip over your own feet and fling your arms at nothing.”

“Well, thankfully I’ll only have to indulge in your presence for the evening since I’m kicking you out at dawn,” he retorted, using his toes to push the door open after shoving his key into the keyhole.

“Yeah yeah I’ll get out of your hair—.” You cut yourself off when you got a view of the room. Don’t get it wrong here, the room was fucking gorgeous.

The issue? There was a singular bed.

You huffed a derisive laugh, swiveling your head to your childhood friend. “So I’m guessing this is where I’m staying and you’ve got another room?”

He looked at you over his shoulder as he tossed your bag onto the mussed mattress, where you can only assume he slept in the night before. “Fuck are you talking about? There’s a pullout couch.”

You laughed incredulously at him, not even caring that you could get a noise complaint at this hour. “...Seriously?”

He turned around, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head. “Nah. Wouldn’t even be our first time sharing a room, anyway.”

You twitched at that, your heart stalling in your chest for a moment as words died on your tongue. You didn’t even think he remembered.

Give it to Toji for making things weird.

“Uhm. Just… give me a second.”

You hurried out of the room, shuffling down the steps and stopping right before the jaded receptionist at the front, heart roaring in your ears. “Are you guys fully booked for the night?”

She had her legs and arms crossed, peering up at you whilst smacking her gum, an annoyed and tired expression coloring her. She leaned over the computer and clicked a few things out of your view. “We’ve got one room left.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders slump. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

She gave you a tight smile. “It’s our presidential suite, however. It requires proof of high status such as dignitaries or heads of states. Otherwise, we keep it open.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. “What? Who the hell cares who I am if I’m a paying customer?”

She shrugged, panning her screen towards you. “Well, can you afford it?”

Your gaze followed the screen, squinting against the harsh light, when you made out the multiple zero’s coming after the euro symbol, your maw falling slack.

The walk back to Toji’s suite was a dreadful one, dragging your feet and pushing the door open with your head downcast.

The television was now droning on with some static-y hotel-like cable sitcom that aired after hours, enough to make you shiver.

Your bags were in the same place Toji had left them, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Your eyebrows drew in as your head turned on a swivel, peeking into the bathroom and the closet, as if he were waiting to jump out and catch you off guard like a deer in headlights, but no.

“Oi. Come here,” you heard his voice bellow past the open balcony door.

Your head cocked, following the sound out onto the balcony, the white drapes flitting in the warm night breeze. Peering over the edge, you could see Toji just one floor down, veiny forearms and broad shoulders draped over the edge of some hot tub, the roman-style pool beside it empty.

It was a beautiful set-up, the area littered with potted plants and shrubbery from poppies to sunflowers to roses, giving it a bright and colorful glow even in the night.

Toji was sporting black swim trousers, shirtless as the water pooled around his massive pecs. Your thighs subconsciously rubbed against each other at the drooling sight, before you tore your gaze to match his, just the slightest bit curious how on Earth he made it down there without you noticing.

You could imagine him scaling the balcony wall, hopping down barefoot all primal-like.

Hugging yourself, you leaned down to yell-whisper, “Uh, no thanks. I think I’ll just get some sleep.”

He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes dancing across you. “Couldn’t get a room, huh?”

You shook your head in defeat.

“Alright, well don’t let your first night in La Dolce Vita go to waste just because you’re a little scared of talking to me,” he teased with an accusatory tone, adjusting his manspread.

You rolled your eyes at his gall, ready to bite back. “I’m not scared of you, Zenin.”

“Prove it, bird.” He called, voice husky and resonating through the charge air.

You clicked your tongue, narrowing your eyes, the slightest bit pissed that Toji was unbelievably talented at riling you up. He knew you far too well, even after all this time.

“Give me five minutes.”

You turned on your heel, heading back into the room and parsing through your bag for your swim trunks.

You’d brought two.

One that you could wear around your boss and her boyfriend without feeling unprofessional, a basic white one piece with a few frills, modest enough. The second, however, was a strappy two-piece that quite literally left nothing to imagination.

You’d packed the latter in case you’d had a night to yourself and would be able to possibly hook up with someone fun you’d come across, a bit of a reach of your expectations but you always came prepared.

That’s not what you were planning here though, with Toji—no way in hell, that was nowhere near the front of your mind… ahem.

You simply wanted to get back at the audacious man. Let him know if he could make you uncomfortable, you had no issue doing the same to him.

You grabbed a lotus claw clip and tied your hair up, slipping into the suit and adjusting it so that your cleavage was on full view before slipping your sandals on and padding quickly down.

The air managed to retain the humidity of the day near the pool, carried with scents of damp earth and the blooming of night flowers unfurling beneath the moonlight. Chlorine was thrown into the mix, a nostalgic chemical fragrance that made your chest thrum in content.

There was the murmur of croaking frogs and chirping insects as ambience, along with your flip flops slapping against the concrete floors.

As you rounded the corner after snagging a towel to tie around your waist, you were able to find Toji resting with his head thrown back, chest rising and falling.

Anyone would believe he was knocked out. But the guy just had steady breaths, almost imperceptible if you didn’t lean in incredibly close.

You neared him, his head lifting as you climbed the metal steps to the hot tub, tossing your legs over. It was incredibly warm, enough to make your bare biceps shiver.

“Quit callin’ me Zenin,” he murmured, eyes lidded and low like he’d just awakened from a slumber.

You cocked your head in keenness. “And why’s that?”

“Took my late wife’s last name. It’s Fushiguro now.”

You opened your mouth to reply, the mention of the word ‘late’ swiping your heart. He really had lived an entire life since you’d last seen him—not only getting married, but losing someone that mattered to him.

And it was even more abundantly clear that he didn’t affiliate himself with his old life.

“I’m sorry. For your loss,” you whispered into the night, resting your cheek on your shoulder.

He eyed you again, just like he did on the shoreline, something wicked glinting in his eyes and it was enough to make you bristle. “Not getting in?” He queried skeptically with a hum, dragging his tongue across his lower lip.

Effectively changing the subject and making your stomach somersault.

You shuffled, tucking your trembling hands beneath your thighs, pausing as the two of you held a staring contact.

The water jet pumped water beneath the surface, bubbling foam near your knees, the slightest bit tempting to take a dip and allow the stresses of the day to unwind with the underwater massage.

In the end, you clicked your tongue, giving in as you sank inside slowly.

Toji didn’t falter, still donning that casual smirk that made your skin litter with goosebumps.

“I hope you know this proves that I’m not scared of you,,” you chuckled, dipping your arms beneath the surface. You were ignoring how Toji’s eyes flickered to the swell of your breasts every couple of seconds or lingered over your bare thighs.

“Still not good enough for me,” he humored, bringing his hand underwater to adjust his crotch. You tore your gaze from following his movements like a prude.

“Oh really? So what is good enough for you?” You pushed, annoyed at how small this hotel's hot tub was. Your knees were nearly knocking against Toji’s and making you shift.

He didn’t answer that, simply flexed his fingers and watched you for a few moments. Enough to make your heart pound in your ears.

“Wanna get outta here?” He gruffed, pushing himself off the tile seat and looming over you.

You stared up with saucer-eyes, trying to hide just how you wanted to admire him from this limited distance. “And go where?”

He held a hand out, and you took it, rough and calloused from years of brutal training. He pulled you up harshly, enough to have you slamming into his warm chest dripping with pool water.

You stilled, his finger tips grazing the crown of your ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning down to whisper. His breath was warm, fanning over your heated skin.

“Do you trust me?”

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

The narrow streets of Ravello — July 23rd, 12:34 AM

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Toji grinned at your discontent, hunching over the Vespa he was currently hotwiring perched against a closed shop door. “You into that?”

You ignored the smug comment meant to rile you up, head on a swivel as you smiled sheepishly at the sparse stragglers at the late hour, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Through gritted teeth, you kicked Toji’s shin that was unmoving. “How the hell am I supposed to trust you when you key some random vehicle in a foreign country?”

The lights flickered on, the wheels jerking forward just a bit before he caught it and chuckled. “Jesus, woman. You used to be fun,” he groaned, grabbing a helmet perched on the side.

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Well, excuse me if I have a moral compass—“.

Your words were cut short as he plopped the open face, half-helmet over your head, giving it a few light taps against the side to rock your skull before leaning down to peek through the visor. “You comin’ or what?”

You could feel your jaw twitch as your eyes narrowed. This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. The streetlight flickering in and out of work above your heads wasn’t soothing your nerves either.

But you couldn’t lie and say part of you wasn’t tempted.

You’d lived as an uptight, somewhat prude for the last few years, focusing on furthering your career and doing something with your dull life. You’d turned down weekend plans with your friends to pick up shifts for the interning position at some conglomerate company that went sideways just to get a few extra letters of recommendation, spent far too much money on coffee runs and shopping at Zara for business casual attire, and stayed up at odd hours of the night to fix a coworkers report just because you wanted to make a good impression.

You were letting some of the best years of your life slip right from your fingertips.

You huffed a sigh of resignation. “You better not kill me.”

“Don’t count on it.”

He tossed a leg over, seating himself as his swim trousers planted wet stains over the leather seat. Neither of you cared to get changed, but you insisted on running up to grab at least a tee shirt, where he ended up offering his.

Hence, you sporting one of his faded graphic tees that smelled of fresh linen, sun-dried laundry, plum-resemblant notes and a musk so undeniably him it made your head spin.

“You gettin’ on or what?”

Rolling your eyes, you threw your leg over the back and wove your hands warily around his midsection, hands hovering above his hardened abdomen.

“Yeah, just like that if you wanna fall off and turn to brain matter on the road.”

You shivered at the imagery as his hands ran over yours, tugging your wrists tighter, simultaneously shoving the kickstand up with his foot and revving the matcha green scooter.

You nestled your helmeted head against his broad back, feeling your brain spin with adrenaline as he turned the steers, pulling onto the street and speeding up as if the police were on his tail.

You peered up, squinting through the tinted visor, the sky clouded with light pollution and clouds. The sparkling city lights illuminated the water, thus the skyline, the moon hanging large low in the sky. Dangerously, you reached your hand out as the wind whipped past you, tracing the outline of it with a glint in your eyes.

“The moon… she’s gorgeous tonight,” you yelled over the whistling wind.

Toji peeked back over his shoulder for just a moment, capturing your enamored expression and feeling his chest clench. “Yeah. She is.”

You dropped your hand, reaching back over Toji’s waist and holding tightly as he bobbed and weaved through late night traffic, the model of the Vespa allowing him to reach nearly seventy miles an hour. He drove along the Strada Statale 163, massive limestone and sedentary rock looming over in massive cliffs, archways for the path shrouded in vibrant green moss.

Meters down, the water smashed against rocks as the moon tugged the tide higher, the ambience making your body thrum and resonate in a way you’d never felt.

You felt so fucking free.

There were the picturesque villages perched upon the cliffs you’d been excited to see, the kind of thing you only witnessed on stock images. Enormous homes of off-white and pastel yellow dotted across, with still pools glittering beneath the moonlight in an ethereal sheen.

And just in the distance could you see a party bustling wildly, bodies thrashing near the shore and twirling in outfits far too fancy for a regular beach club.

“Pull over!” You shouted over the roaring wind, Toji peering over his shoulder to toss you a sideways look. He grunted, then veered onto the shoulder where you could peer over the cliff.

You quickly hopped off, tugging the helmet from your head and setting it upon the saddle, padding over to hunch over the railing to get a better view.

“Hey. Careful. I’m not gonna jump in after you if you fall over,” he scoffed, hunched over the steering handles, raven locks falling unruly over his forehead as he studied you with a soft admiration.

You looked really cute in his shirt.

You ignored his wounding side comment, pointing towards the shoreline. “I wanna go there.”

His eyebrows drew in before he dismounted the saddle, following your gaze and releasing a low chuckle. “The wedding?” He peered down, an incredulous laugh parting his lips.

“It’s a night ceremony! I’ve always wanted to see one.”

He chuckled, flicking your forehead before shrugging. “Whatever the princess wants.”

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

The Amalfi Coastline, …Once Again — July 23rd, 1:34 AM

“You think anyone will be able to notice we’re not on either the bride or groom's side?”

Toji chuckled, adjusting his collar in the side mirror of the stolen Vespa before returning to his full height. “Not at all.” He purred with a smirk, eyes dancing over where you adjusted the hem of your dress.

The two of you shuffled down the mound of sand, attempting to join the reception as inconspicuously as possible. There had to be at least 200 writhing bodies, the glitter of a mandolin and jingles of tamburellos twirling away with the tide.

You’d stopped by a night mall minutes ago, snagging a sundress and a linen top for Toji, all on top of your swim wear.

You spotted the bride as the two of you shuffled in, adorned in a gorgeous and milky midi-gown as she twirled in her lover's arms. Something twisted in your heart as she pressed a chaste kiss against the inside of his wrist and he cooed something into her ear—a private, tender moment you were having a little peek into you.

“Got the goods,” Toji grinned, sliding a champagne glass into your hand and tossing back his in one fell swoop.

You scoffed with a gentle laugh, the breeze flitting the hem of your dress frivolously. “You’re supposed to savor it, Toji.”

He grunted with a shrug, swiftly placing his glass on a passing waiter's tray and trying not to topple it over. “All going down the same hole anyway.”

You gingerly nursed your drink, rocking on your heels as you slowly took in the scene. “You’re crass.”

“You’re uptight.”

Your gaze rapidly fixed on his eyes, a wave of irritation mixed with melancholy rocking you. “I guess we haven’t changed, then.”

A nasty curl crawled upon his lips before he clicked his tongue. “Touché.”

Your stomach swelled with butterflies as he placed his hand on your lower back, leading you to the middle of the sea of revelers.

The music was loud, and obscenely so, house and electro themes mixed in with the cultural palette, arms flailing and legs twisting with the rhythm.

Toji’s hands slipped to your hips, eyeing you from the bridge of his nose, before he spun you and pulled you flush against him with your back to his hardened chest.

And he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss behind your ear before whispering. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten rusty with those dance moves.”

You flinched, the feel of his warm breath fanning over your lobe tickling you, a flutter of giggles leaving you. “Nope. I’ve only gotten better in your absence,” you teased, a sly peek past your shoulder as you pressed your ass against his crotch.

Toji bit the inside of his cheek, digging his finger pads into the curve of your hips, knowing you were only egging him on. “It seems like someone’s getting ahead of themselves,” he grunted with a growl, something carnal flickering in his murky green irises.

You shrugged lazily, stepping away from his hold and raking your fingers through your hair, not even caring that you had an audience now with a few men tossing you primal stares. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You tossed your head back, not even sure where this newfound sense of courage came from, possibly the inebriating liquid coursing through your bloodstream or the newfound intoxicating presence of your first love.

But you couldn’t care. Not when things were feeling good for the first time in a long time. You didn’t care that you had to be up at the crack of dawn with Mei Mei’s cold brew and agenda neatly sorted out.

You were in one of the most captivating places you’d ever seen with a man who was currently stalking towards you like you were his last meal on earth.

And everything felt so good.

Your dress was beginning to hike up, giving Toji a peek of the curve of your ass, your hands dragging down your frame, your cleavage nearly spilling out with each jump of your body.

And God, you looked divine in his eyes that sucked in each movement of yours.

With the moonlight cascading over you coupled with the flickering strobe lights painting you in colorful hues, Toji’s tongue was thick in his maw, utterly starstruck at your beauty.

You could see how enraptured he was, could feel the taut nostalgia between you like a tight string ready to unravel with his hands on you.

So you slowed your movements, padding over to him with a light sway of your hips, placing a hand on his bicep. You stood on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “Follow me.”

Like a beckoned dog, he was on your heel as you hurried over towards a shack near the edge of the coastline, cliff side hanging over it and allowing midnight to envelop the space.

You stopped before the shut door of the worn down shed, hands tugging at the metal lock keeping the door shut with a frown.

Toji peered over your shoulder, wrapping a massive hand around the icy metal and with a couple quick tugs, the lock broke off.

“What the…?”

Before you could question his insanely brutish strength, Toji had his lips against yours. You could taste the whiskey he’d snagged just a few moments ago lingering on his tongue as he pushed it between your parted lips.

And you were learning the hard way that not only was Toji not a gentle kisser, but he did not enjoy being teased.

His hands tapped the side of your thighs, signaling you to jump up and wrap your arms around his massive shoulders and cage your thighs around his waist.

He stepped into the shed, one arm keeping you flush against his body while the other slammed the door shut, nearly causing it to fly off of its hinges with his impatience, a flutter of excitement bubbling in your core.

There was a wooden work bench covered in gritty sand and toolbox supplies but with one swipe of Toji’s massive arm, he cleared it and set you atop.

His formidable form still managed to loom over you as he pressed both hands beside your thighs, lips moving with such a feverish need that it had your fingers curling around his collar and craning your head painfully back.

One hand of his wrapped around the small of your back and tugged your body against his body harsh enough that you could feel his bulge press against your clothed cunt, drawing a whine from you.

“F-fuck,” you muttered, legs trembling with a sudden need to feel him. So you tugged his collar downwards, breaking the kiss and peering up at him with wide and luster pupils.

And his were so far blown wide, hazy and riveted, cheeks tinged with a soft blush as you pressed your hands onto his shoulders to lower him.

Once he was kneeled, he gazed up at you with a reverent understanding, chest swelling with pride for how good he knew he was going to make you feel in just a few moments.

His fingers danced up your thighs, the heat of his fingers enough to make slick pool in your swim bottoms that he dragged off.

His hands found the underside of your thighs, grasping the plush feel and pressing them upwards. Your back hit the rickety window behind you, clasping a hand on the wobbly wooden shelf above your head to stabilize yourself.

His breath warmed against your slobbering folds, and right when you expected a delicate lap at your juices—.

SPLAT!

Toji spat right into your cunt, bringing two fingers up to splay your folds and allow his gaze to commit the imagery to his photographic memory. “You’re fucking unbelievable,” he grunted beneath his shallow breath as if speaking to your pussy, nearly out of it before he leaned forward and began to suck on your pulsing clit.

You gasped, free hand flying to his raven tresses and fisting a clump of hair as your back arched off of the glass behind you. And you could feel the satisfied grin against your throbbing sex at your physical response, before he dragged a languid stripe from your fluttering entrance up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your mind was as dizzy as Toji was pussydrunk, muttering how your squelching core was speaking obscenities back to him, nibbling and nipping at the area like a whiny dog.

With your fist gripping his hair, you were making it easier for Toji to dig his nose between your drooling folds. “Taste… fuckin’ amazing,” he spoke directly into you, earning a strangled hiccup from you.

Two deft digits prodded your entrance, scissoring inside and opening up past that ring of resistance. “Jesus, woman. So tight,” he muttered against your throbbing hood, teasing you with kitten licks as he peers up to watch you tremble.

Your hips buck against his fingers that have now been sucked in to the knuckle, nudging against all those plush spaces within you that have you keening for more. “Mmf… hck—Toj’…” you whimper out, only making pearly seed dribble from the tip of Toji’s clothed cock that was painfully pressing against his bottoms.

“God, you’re killin’ me,” he huffs, angling his fingers just right to stretch you open and teeter you right on the edge of insanity and reality. He’s practically splitting your fluttering cunt with his thick fingers, treacly liquid dripping onto his open palm.

You were on cloud fucking nine, bucking your hips lazily into his face and dragging his pointed nose between your most sensitive spots, something swelling in your gut as your groans only began to crescendo.

“Thattttt’s it, sweetheart,” he babbled with a woozy slur, nearly out of his mind at this point with the way he was talking to your cunt like it was speaking to him. “Show me how much you’ve been wanting this.”

And he was just breathing you, consuming every groan and every twitch leaving your body and reveling in the way your nails dig into his scalp, threatening to tear tufts with your needy hold.

He’d allow your slobbering sex to be the last thing he’d see on this planet.

His fingers dragged against your gummy walls, nudging the perfect spots like he’d memorized them ages ago and was merely revisiting an old friend when in reality this was his very first chance at getting beneath your thighs.

“C-close,” you mewled out, chest rising and dropping swiftly before you’re left nearly tipping over.

And with an obscene pop! Toji sucks onto your dripping folds between his lips and pulls away.

You whine at the absence as he slips his fingers from your needy hole, now clenching around nothing.

He makes haste to his feet and gets rid of his trousers, your eyes going wide at not only the fact that he’d been going commando but his cock was…

“Massive, right?”

He was unbelievably hard and unbelievably blessed—angry and flushed cockhead weeping and twitching with each passing second he wasn’t stuffing you with his cock.

Your eyes darted back up to his sly grin, heart stuttering in utter shock and anticipation quickly melting into excitement as he plugged your parted lips with his fingers.

“You ever taste yourself before?” He hums with lidded eyes, squeezing your thigh with one of his hands as he settles between them.

You run your tongue across his fingers, watching as his orbs hungrily take you in, a curt nod of your head making his breath hitch.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckles huskily, before aligning himself with your entrance. “You on the pill?”

He slips his fingers from your lips, bringing them down to your neglected bundle of nerves to work you up again. “Mhm,” you whine, bracing your hands against his biceps as you steadied yourself for the stretch.

And oh was it a bigggg stretch, a strangled cry leaving your lips as he began to split you on his girth with no remorse. A stuttered hiccup left your lips as you began to push against his forearms to pry him from you, tears threatening your waterline with each excruciating inch.

“I know, I know, baby,” he huffed, nuzzling his head against the top of your head, holding his own moans back as he stilled to allow you to adjust. “We gotta make it fit.”

After a few unbearable moments, the pain began to subside, replaced with a pleasure that made your pelvis cant against his.

“Thereee you go,” he groaned, pushing into your fluttering cunt that began to suck him in deeper by the second into your sticky cavern.

It didn’t take long for Toji to work up a cadence that had you bracing for each rut, hands gripping the bench as he rocked into you, head knocking against the wood.

“Fuck, woman,” he nearly barked out, slamming a hand above your head to steady himself as his thighs jammed into yours. “Fucking chokin’ me.”

He looked incredibly irritated with how good it felt to be inside of you, as if it were almost unfair. Perspiration dotted his knitted brow line, mouth contorted into a scowl as if he couldn’t control himself. Couldn’t get nearly enough.

Now you were clawing at his biceps, mouth slack as the shelf above you began to teeter with each sway of the rickety shed, items slipping and falling off, but the two of you were too far into your lust to even notice.

“T-there, mmph! Right there,” you squealed, fingers fisting the fabric of his linen top as his cockhead bumped your cervix, veins dragging against your syrupy walls in a way that felt oh so good, coaxing your denied orgasm from you.

And Toji was rambling at this point, dragging his face through your hair with groans of how you were so wet, how your cunt was a vice, how you were the perfect girl for him.

You’re positive you’ve never seen him speak so much.

With one particularly hard thrust, he bottomed out, filling you to the brim with his swollen girth, your breath catching in your lungs like his cock was prodding them.

That was enough for you to scream his name out, vocal cords rattling as your juices gushed all over his sloppy shaft while your climax was ripped out from you, Toji following suit within moments and wadding you with his seed.

You threw your head back with one final groan, sweat dripping down your back, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Toji dropped his head, cock stilling inside of you, nuzzling the swell of your breasts as your breaths aligned. He peppered your mounds with delicate kisses, a touch so tender it had your mind spinning.

Yet, the two of you were woefully interrupted in your newfound bliss.

THUD THUD.

Both of your heads shot towards the shut door.

“The two of you done in there?” A muffled voice rang out from the other side.

You and Toji exchanged a look of surprise, before you slapped a hand over your mouth to mask your giggles.

No way someone had heard the two of you.

Toji, as fucked out as he looked, was able to grin against your jugular, hands squeezing the velveteen plush of your thighs.

“Police. Open up.”

The two of you immediately stilled, faces pallid and blood drawn from your expressions.

No… no no no.

This cannot be happening.

Your ears began to ring as you dragged your dreadful gaze towards the door, making out the flicker of neon blues and reds from the small gaps in the wood.

You peered back to Toji whose eyes were suddenly dialled, glancing around the cramped shed, and you could see him mapping out an escape plan in his emerald irises.

“Toj’,” you pouted out, feeling your eyes brim with tears as a wave of fear cascaded over you.

He looked back down at you, lids narrowed, the wrinkles beside his eyes crinkling at your expression. He sighed, placing a hand on your cheek before glancing back at the door, resigned to your nerves. “It’ll be okay. We’ll, uh. We’ll talk to them.”

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

…The Back of a Ford Police Cruiser — July 23rd, 2:31 AM

Your hands were shackled in your lap, teary gaze fixed on the grid partition before you as Toji shuffled with his metal cuffs. “Ya know,” he started, dragging the handcuffs against each other as he stared at the chain resting in his lap. “We’re kinda like Bonnie and Clyde now.”

You slowly dragged your gaze back towards him, stomach lurching at the fact that you were a possible felon in a foreign country and Toji was cracking jokes.

He matched your gaze, swallowing thickly at the tears rolling down your cheeks before shutting up.

At least he found it funny.

Amalfi Police Department — July 23rd, 4:22 AM

“I told you already officer, I did not flee my country,” you whined out, practically bobbing up and down in your seat as the police officer before you who was running on fumes and black coffee stared bleakly back at you.

They were convinced you and Toji were repeat offenders who’d escaped their homeland to hide here. You couldn’t say anything for Toji, but you were scared of even driving 3 miles above the speed limit on the freeway, much less committing a crime.

“Well, we do not have much information since the two of you aren’t carrying valid identification,” the man sighed out, digging his thumbs into his temples. “Not to mention, the two of you are intoxicated. Whose to tell that the two of you didn’t commit a DUI?”

You melted into your seat, nibbling on your lip in worry, miffed that Toji was dozing off in his metal seat with his head lulling backwards.

You promptly kicked his shin, to which he jumped at, hiccuping as he groggily glanced around his surroundings and yawned. “Hm? I’m awake.” You frowned, feeling your tears bubble up once more before Toji cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh. Do you think I could make a phone call?”

The detective was out of it at this point, weakly waving their hand to dismiss him. A security guard guided him towards a phone booth, Toji winking in your direction to which you scowled at.

If it came to it, you were ready to throw the guy under the bus. He had hotwired the car, right? It’s not like they’d find any of your finger prints on the steering handles.

But your consciousness couldn’t let you do that. Especially after…

You peered away from the officer who was jadedly scrutinizing you, hoping your blush wouldn’t give away that you were daydreaming of what his colleagues caught you and Toji doing back in the shed.

No. Curse whoever called the cops on the two of you.

You bobbed your knee up and down in deflected anger.

Tattletale.

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃🥥 ࿔*:･🌊˚⋆𓇼˚🌴

A Jail Cell in the Amalfi Police Department — July 23rd, 6:01 AM

You jerked awake, the sound of a baton dragging against metal startling you from your slumber. You’d fallen asleep against Toji’s shoulder, the man in question knocked out with his head against the wall while your drool dribbled onto his now wrinkled linen top.

You rubbed your eyes, your mascara streaking beneath your eyes to make out the figures before you. The same security guard who’d escorted you, the evil police officer who wished you he could sentence you to life and…

“Mei Mei?” You hoarsely queried with a perplexed stare, a sense of relief hitting you at the sight of your boss.

She cocked her head to the side, seemingly surprised to see you as well. “Well, what do we have here?” She posed, stiletto tapping mindlessly against the tile floors.

Toji shivered awake, a yawn leaving his lips as he adjusted in his seat. He hummed, a sly and content grin crawling upon his face.

“So this is how we meet again?” Mei Mei quirked, vexed gaze pointed towards Toji who looked far too pleased with himself.

“You know me,” he easily retorted, tossing an arm over your shoulder like it was second nature.

Your confused gaze flickered between your boss and Toji. “...Do you two know each other?

Toji huffed a laugh. “She’s my boss.”

Mei Mei lifted a palm, rolling her eyes as the police officer and security irritatedly walked off. “I merely set you up with my clients,” she scoffed, seemingly discontent with the fact that they could be in business. “And don’t think you don’t owe me for calling in a favor to get you out of here.”

You stood up, hands waving between them in utter bewilderment. “What? She’s my boss. Okay wait. What the hell do the two of you do for work?”

The both of them eyed you warily, exchanging a glance before Toji sighed in resignation at the realization that Mei Mei was the selfish boss you’d worked for. “Bird, she’s what you’d call…”

“Pick your words carefully.”

He chuckled at Mei Mei’s blunt resentment for him. “A madame. And I’m one of her escorts.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. “...You’re a…?”

“Prostitute.” He bluntly stated.

You leaned forward, maw falling slack, words dying on your tongue as he rendered you speechless.

He raked his fingers through his windswept and dishevelled hair, dryly laughing. “Don’t worry, I’m all tested, baby.”

Mei Mei gasped, seemingly picking up on context clues of how the two of you would be here, head spinning towards you. “My my…” she started, tugging the jail cell open with a grin. “Your cherry has finally been popped!”

You swatted the air next to her in exasperation. “Not a virgin, FYI,” you tried to make the statement abundantly clear, reluctantly glancing at Toji who was more than pleased with the situation he’d gotten himself into.

“Well. The cat’s out of the bag,” Mei Mei swiftly spoke, placing her hands on her hips and giving you a deliberate once-over. “And you look incredibly good with the whole afterglow, the streaked mascara and mussed appearance,” she noted, placing a finger against her lip contemplatively. “Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the information of my business with your… constitution,” she added, and you had to wonder what exactly she meant before she continued. “Have you ever considered being a sex worker?”

Your eyebrows nearly touched your hairline at her tangent. “Excuse me?”

She sighed, taking a few steps back. “You’re not cut out for it, I see. But one day…” she mysteriously piqued, treading backwards and waving the two of you off.

You watched her retreating form with knitted eyebrows, feeling the slightest bit satisfied now that you knew what exactly she did for work but still feeling amiss by the curveball thrown in your direction.

Massive arms snaked around your waist before you could question it further, Toji digging his face into the crook of your neck. “So…” he started, pressing a tender kiss against the skin he’d nipped for the first time mere hours ago. “That was fun.”

You quickly spun, smacking his chest with a scowl. “You idiot. Why didn’t you tell me?”

He worried his lip between his teeth at your temper. “I mean, how do you tell your first love that you’re in the prostitution business?”

You gaped, heart stuttering at his confession. “...First love?”

“Shut it.”

“Okay.”

The two of you eyed each other for a moment, something unfurling in your chest that made you feel like your feet were being lifted from the ground, actively ascending to heaven. “You’re still vulgar.”

“And you’re still a puritan.”

You tried your best to conceal a giggle, but failed pathetically and Toji pawed at his chest like the same feeling was blooming beneath those hardened pecs. “So, bird. Where to next?”

You rolled your eyes, striding from the jail cell with Toji on your heel. “Hopefully not another police department.”

“Aw shucks,” he sarcastically jeered, brushing his shoulder against yours.

You glanced up, head buzzing with something akin to yearning, studying his features for a moment before staring at your footfalls. “I’m taking the first flight back in the morning.”

He was quiet for a few moments. “Right.”

“Think you’d ever visit our hometown again?”

Toji wanted to say never. To say he’d never step foot near the Zenin estate. But part of him knew he’d find his way on your parents' steps, searching for you like he’d wished he’d done all of these years. Despite delving into a marriage he thought would fix him but only left him with a corpse and in ruins, he knew where home was.

Just took him far too long to realize it.

The backs of his fingertips brushed against yours, a tinge of blush coloring the crowns of his ears. “Yeah. Definitely."

You grinned at that, butterflies erupting in your stomach. “Well, then. I hope fate allows us to run into each other again. Without the feature of committing a felony.”

He chuckled low, a bittersweet sense of longing dawning upon him. “I’d like that too.”

The two of you collected your things from clear baskets, digging for your electronics and sliding into your shoes with stiff expressions as the owner of the Vespa stared the two of you down.

They were cursing on and on about how the two of you were evil creatures who’d sworn to plague him, also hinting that they’d need settlement money and wanted to hire a lawyer, but the officer quieted them down with a groan, pulling out a thick stack of paperwork that they’d have to work through.

It seems that arrogant and selfish Mei Mei really got the two of you out of a serious pickle, even if she used her evil and corrupt methods to do so.

You stepped outside, scrolling through your phone for an uber as Toji got into Mei Mei’s car. He quickly tossed you his key, a genuine grin playing on his lips. “Duty calls, right?”

You tugged your lower lip between your teeth, longing bubbling in your gut, before you hurried over to Toji.

You placed a hand against his chest, lifting on your tiptoes to place a tender kiss against his lips, pulling away with heated cheeks. “Don’t be a stranger,” you whispered, hoping that he couldn’t notice that you were on the verge of tears for the nth time in the previous 24 hours.

He grinned, eyes darting between your lips and eyes, as if he couldn’t catch his breath around you. “Would never do such a thing.”

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yuukirita · 9 months ago

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Hello. ^^

What's Elita's first reaction to Bee in any of the BabyBee AUs?

Like, she just got demoted to waste mangement and then finds these silly geeses who snuck onto the train and may be her ticket to a promotion - which, yeah, good for her. But then they turn out to be the co-workers that (indirectly) got her fired and have now, somehow, managed to pick up a sparkling along the way.

Also - are sparklings common in the BabyBee AUs? Or are they/have they become rare?

High ten! Have a nice day. ^^

well seeing as it was on the train and they were all trying to stop her- reflex kick.

I think they've become rare, yeah. Like I've previously illustrated Sentinel culls a lot of em these days. I'd say only a handful make it whenever theres a batch- the rest? to the trash. Cliffjumper was one of the lucky few.

after Optimus Prime ascends theres a cycle with WAY too many sparks. You'd think becoming the goverment would mean you have to deal with crime and politics- but no. Op is stuck making sure theres enough daycares and mentors for a while.

#transformers one #digital art #b 127 #bumblebee #art #maccadam #optimus prime #cliffjumper #elita one #d-16 #babybee au

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bubbleggum444 · 5 months ago

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—❝AᗪORED Bㄚ HIᘻ❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 damian finally sent you the package (PLEASE NOTICE HIM), pt 3 of "unexpected crush?!" pt 4.

Beep beep beep be—

Damian’s fist collided with his clock. He was still exhausted from yesterday’s wrapping paper fiasco.

Stumbling out of bed, he made his way to the washroom, freshening up for the day ahead.

'Strange… I feel like I’m forgetting something,' he thought, brushing his teeth thoroughly before rinsing his mouth with cold water.

Which was indeed strange. Damian rarely—if ever—forgot anything.

As he mentally checked off the tasks from the previous day and planned for today, it suddenly hit him—the package.

In a blur, he bolted out of the bathroom, leaping over his bed to grab his clothes for the day.

He dashed out of the house so quickly that Alfred had to peek out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about so early in the morning.

The butler let out a light scoff as he watched his young master clumsily lock the front door, a package tucked under one arm.

'Post office. Got to get to the post office. Post office—' Damian chanted in his mind, swiftly (but very carefully) placing the package into the compartment of his scooter before hopping on and securing his helmet.

After the seemingly daunting task of mailing it (he had spent way too long choosing the cutest stamp for you— "Just pick one already, kid!" "In a minute!"), Damian made his way home.

Stupid, impatient worker. Tch.

The moment he stepped inside, he headed straight for the fridge, desperate to quench his thirst. He hadn’t even realized how parched he was from doing such a simple task. Well, seemingly simple.

Truthfully, Damian probably would’ve felt less nervous fighting a villain than sending that package to his newfound crush—his first ever actual crush.

“Where were you off to so early, son?”

His father greeted him as he joined the rest of the family for breakfast.

Great. Damian really didn’t want to answer that. Not because he was ashamed of going to the post office, but because he had no intention of revealing to whom he sent something—or what that something was.

“Out. Sending a package,” Damian answered curtly.

Before his father could press further, he pulled out his phone and earbuds, watching something as he began to eat.

That caught Bruce off guard. He wasn’t planning to interrogate his son, seeing how unwilling he was to talk about it. But the fact that Damian—who never bothered with distracting devices this early in the morning—was doing exactly that? Strange.

“Uh, demon brat? You know there’s a ‘no phones at the table’ rule, right?” Jason spoke up.

Damian didn’t respond. In fact, they weren’t even sure if he heard him.

And truthfully? He didn’t.

He was too focused on his food—and the video of yours he was watching.

Oh, right. That was the other thing he forgot. After yesterday’s wrapping paper disaster, he had been so drained that he missed your latest upload.

He’d probably be irritated about it for the next three days. Not being your first like? Unacceptable.

Oh well. At least he could admire your cute face while eating breakfast.

His eyes sparkled slightly, his irises expanding with quiet happiness as your sweet intro played through his earbuds.

It was calming. Simple. Just like you, really. Though you had many interests, you always kept them modest.

Damian’s heart skipped a beat. He liked that. A lot. Amidst the chaos of his life, a peaceful soul like yours was something he craved. Something he needed. Something he adored.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he quickly set a screenshot from the video—a Robin-inspired makeup look—as his lock screen.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough.

Cassandra noticed.

She shot him a knowing smile.

Damian cringed, like a pianist hitting the wrong note, before hastily pushing back from the table and carrying his empty plate to the sink.

What. A. Nuisance.

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author's note 1: someone requested an adorable ff idea, and it's a jason x reader, RAHHH, so excited to make it <333

author's note 2: just to be clear reader's first interaction with damian in this fic is happening either in pt 4 or 5, so stay tuned for that :>

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#damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #dc comics #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #damian wayne x female reader #damian wayne fluff #fluff #dcu #x reader

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ddwhaleshark · 11 months ago

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And here is reverse au N!! in this au N takes the place of Uzi, being the worker drone with that funky lil ✨sparkle✨ ! V is the school girl that doesn't care and J well grade A student who will snitch on you.

#my art #murder drones #md n #murder drones n #serial designation n #murder drones v #serial designation v #serial designation j #murder drones au #md reverse au #reverse au #murder drones reverse au

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ncis-nerd · 8 months ago

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Christmas Cheer

new au alert

Ship: Wife WandaNat x Reader // Platonic Kate & Reader // Brief mention of Kate x Yelena

Warnings: Mentions of Christmas, working in retail, the festive season, winter, alluding to reader being anemic.

About: Christmas time is the best time of the year for most, you love the generosity of people during this season. The Christmas movies, the hot chocolate, gift giving and most of all, spending time with the people you love.

You hummed softly to the Christmas jingle playing in the background. You loved your job, you loved your elderly boss who would show you pictures of her grandchildren, your friend/co-worker Kate who you would spend your lunch break with. Going with you to your favorite Chinese Takeout place.

You loved your job but sometimes you regretted working retail at a toy shop during the Christmas season. Not to get you wrong, you loved seeing the joy on the kids faces, the sparkle in their eye when they got their heart set on a toy they really wanted. And you loved the magic of the festive season but it could be overwhelming sometimes.

Stressed parents running on low energy and little sleep, desperate to find the popular toy their kid wants, searching endless stores just for the toy to be sold out. You couldn't blame them.

You didn't realize you were staring at these two women looking at the window's display of toys. They smiled softly, one woman had on this red and white knitted hat with reindeer on it. The other had a long coat on. You saw her whisper to the woman with the hat. The woman with the hat had a hot chocolate in her hand.

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Kate waved her hand in front of your face. “Huh?” You returned your attention to the raven haired girl.

“I said, do you want to go on lunch right now?” Kate asked as a low growl sounded from her stomach. You chuckled softly at the warning from your friend’s stomach that she was hungry.

“Sure! Let me just grab my coat and we can go.” You nodded, heading to the back room where your locker was.

As you zipped up your red puffy jacket, Kate appeared in the doorway. “Ready?” She asked. You nodded as the two of you made your way to the Chinese restaurant.

“It's so cold I can see my breath!” Kate exclaimed, exhaling only to be greeted with a small trail of fog exiting her mouth. You shivered in your layers which consisted of your hat, gloves, scarf, sweater, shirt, second shirt, pants and thermal pants. You got cold easily and instead of complaining all the time (which you still do by the way), you learnt that layering up helps you stay warm. Your mom had told you many times “I don't know how you can do it, I could never wear that many layers” but you shrugged her off.

“We're here! I can smell the food!” Kate smiled as she opened the door to Tony's. Tony's is the name of the Chinese Takeout restaurant you and Kate go to. You've been going there ever since the first day you were hired. You can still remember it vividly. You were sitting in the backroom eating your pb&j sandwich when Kate came in and introduced herself. The two of you were around the same age, the rest of your co-workers were way older than you guys so Kate made the decision to talk to you and become friends. From that day on, you guys have been going to Tony's for lunch.

Now that it's December, Tony's is more crowded. Especially since they came out with their Christmas themed menu, families and teenagers lined up to get something.

Thankfully, there was no one when you and Kate went. If there was, you feared Kate's stomach might explode.

“Hi there ladies, table for 2?” Steve smiled, as he picked up two menus. “Yup!” You nodded. “Is that Kate and Y/N?” You heard Clint's voice from the kitchen.

Clint was a chef who worked at Tony's, he had cooked if not all the meals you and Kate shared there, than most. In your time going to Tony's, you had gotten to know Clint well, you know he has a wife and two young daughters who sometimes come to visit him during his break.

“Yeah!” Steve responded. “Hello Kate, hello Y/N. How's the shift going?” Clint had a warm smile on his face. “Work's going well, how are things here?” You spoke. “Same old, same old. I assume you two want your regular?” Clint nodded. “Yeah, better make it quick. Kate here is starving.” You smirked. “Hey! I'm not starving!” Kate whined. You looked at her with a chuckle as she proved her own point with the whining.

Clint led you two to your table. “Food should be out shortly” Clint nodded as he left. Your eyes scanned the room. You noticed a family sitting at one of the circular booth tables. The little girl had on a pink tutu and an orange shirt. The mom was on the phone and the dad was holding the brother. The little girl made eye contact with you and waved. You smiled softly and waved back.

Clint returned with your water and Kate’'s coffee and placed it down on the table. There was a soft red tint on Kate's face, you could tell she was texting her girlfriend, Yelena.

That's when you noticed the couple from the toy store had entered the restaurant. The blonde was taking off her hat as the woman in the long coat took her friend's hand and rubbed her hands together, to warm it up. You smiled softly at this gesture, you loved seeing how the holiday spirit brought people together.

Clint led the two ladies to the 2 seater tables right by you and Kate. “Thank you” the woman with the hat spoke, with a thick Sokovian accent. “Of course. Can I get you started on drinks?” Clint spoke. “I would like the bloody mary” the other woman spoke, her voice laced in a thick Russian accent.

“And for you ma'am?” Clint looked at the blonde. “Hot chocolate is fine. Thanks.” She nodded. Clint left once again, to make their drinks this time.

“This place is nice” the blonde spoke. “Да, освещение красивое, и меню выглядит хорошо.” the Russian responded.

The Russian's eyes fell on you, you quickly looked away. Hoping that she didn't notice your staring.

“Симпатичная девушка из магазина игрушек здесь.” the Russian's attention focused back on the woman sitting across from her.

You wondered what she was saying. Right on cue, Clint comes out with your chicken lo mein and Kate's fried rice.

“That looks so good, my mouth is literally watering right now” Kate moaned. You giggled at her reaction.

“I wish you a Merry Christmas” filled the silence in the restaurant as your phone went off. In that moment you regretted your ringtone. “Hello?” You answered. “Hi Y/N, I'm so sorry to disturb you from your lunch break but it’s so busy in here right now and we could sure use you and Kate back here at the store” You felt bad you guys were understaffed today and it probably didn't help that you and Kate took your lunch break at the same time. “Of course, I’ll let Kate know. We should be back shortly.” You hung up.

Kate groaned, “Nooo.. I’m so hungry.” You frowned apologetically, “Sorry Kate, Elaine needs us back. She said there’s a big crowd in there right now.” You signaled for Clunt to return. “Hey, can you make this a to-go. Kate and I have to return to work unfortunately.” You said as Clint took the food away.

You zipped back up your coat and collected your belongings as you and Kate walked up to the register.

“Have a good one and stay warm, alright?” Clint spoke.

Google Translate:

Да, освещение красивое, и меню выглядит хорошо. - Yes, the lighting is beautiful and the menu looks good.

Симпатичная девушка из магазина игрушек здесь. - The cute girl from the toy store is here.

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startheskelaton · 5 months ago

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Do you have a timelime for your sparkplug au?

Yes and It's LONG. This isn't even all of it but it's what I have written out at least

Timeline: important plot points

Pre war

Orion pax and D-16 are born

Both experience the loss of parental guardian

D-16 is taken to the pit

Orion pax breaks into the pit, he and Dee start the foundations of the Decepticon cause

Revolution starts to take shape on Cybertron

Orion is killed in an attempt to stop D from falling down the slippery slope of a rage filled warmonger

Orion is brought back as Optimus prime

OG Ultra Magnus makes him a general in the Autobot ranks

During war

War goes on for like…. Long ass time

Autobots land on earth

Main decepticons fallow suit and step up shop due to amount of resources

Governments make deals with different factions in place of protection and access to weapon technology

Eventually Megatron has a “oh fuck” moment when he invades an illegal mining operation in central Africa. It puts into perspective how far he has fallen, seeing his commanders make deals with those who profited off the mines, just like those in power back on cybertron.

Midlife crisis, Megatron leaves the Decepticon cause, he takes Soundwave with him. Declares he will do whatever he needs in order to free those enslaved on this planet

Megatron joins the Autobots, this cases Prowl to leave and switch sides

Battles pick up heat as both sides are desperate

Millionaires and those in places of high power use Cybertronian technology to flee earth and live in space as earth is being destroyed

Starscream kills Optimus Prime in an attempt to kill Megatron. Both sides retreat as a result

Optimus splits the matrix and gives it to Hotrod and bumblebee,

Rodimus prime and Vespa Prime are born

Optimus Prime’s spark is put in a reformation chamber with parts of Megatron in an attempt to bring him back

Treaties are made and the decepticons take Cybertron as the Autobots stay on earth

Post war

Decepticons start rebuilding Cybertroinian society

Shockwave finishes creating a replacement for Soundwave

Soundblaster is born

The first sparkling born on Cybertron in millenia emerges

Nightflyer is born

Due to the splitting of the matrix of leadership, dormant energon on earth awakens and allows for new sparklings to emerge

The attempt the revive Optimus prime’s spark fails

Sparkplug is born

A new era

Earth

The Autobots have made it their mission to help reform the planet and help the humans rebuild

Rodimus prime leaves earth in a hope to find some kind of explanation for why he feels like everything is in the shitter

Subsections of colonies start to pop up, some keep to themselves, others work directly with the autobots, some hate transformers entirely

Railroads are made more efficient in order to transport supplies across countries

Earth starts to heal with the help of the matrix, forests grow and temperatures fall to a normal level

Major cities act as sanctuaries for the human population, help from other alien races arrives as well, helping earth to become a space traveling hub

Cybertron

The Decepticons no longer go by that name, no longer wanting to be associated with the past. They go by Workers of Prime

Shockwave has put together a complicated and purposeful chain of command and leadership that he sits at the top of. However Starscream is the “king” of Cybertron, while being a puppet

Prowl takes care of enforcing laws and regulations to the planet. Along with trying to unite the cities with one another

Cybertron now has a entertainment industry, focused on promoting good morals to the population along with keeping bots distracted

Cybertron only communicate with it’s colony planets, trying to form a stronger relationship between all transformers

“Peace times” (start of the story)

Sparkplug is currently working as the assistant of Ratchet under the blessing of Megatron and Elita one

Sparkplug trains in her free time to be a scout and will sneak off every once and a while to play basement concerts

On Cybertron, Nightflyer is top of his class while training to be a high guard soldier. He is chosen by Shockwave to go on a mission to earth and infiltrate the Autobots

Cybertron is in desperate need of resources

Nightflyer lands on earth and pretends to be a Decepticon defector, Sparkplug is wary of him

Nightflyer manages to become an Autobot and meets Sparkplug during the scout tryouts

Reluctantly Sparkplug is passed but gets put on the Energon transportation and quality control team, she’s fine with this as she just wanted to see the world

Nightflyer gets put on a mission team, meeting Landlot, Defender and other bots his age.

During this time we get our first mentions of a cult ran by a former Decepticon that’s turning humans into purple energon

Both Spark and Night explore earth and meet new and old bots.

Example: Sparkplug gets to know earth born transformers, Nightflyer gets to meet bots like Skyfire

Back at the base, Sparkplug gets annoyed with how much fanfare Nightflyer is getting, while she still gets treated like a sparkling

She breaks Night’s social mask and gets to know the real him. A romance between the two starts to form

Shockwave informs Nightflyer that they’re sending a team to take over the main Autobot base

Shockwave employs the DJD to help in the Autobot attack

Return to war

Sparkplug confesses to Nightflyer, Nightflyer returns the feeling as he does like her.

Right before the invasion he tries to convince her that living on Cybertron wouldn’t be so bad. Sparkplug refutes that she likes Earth and that Cybertron would probably hate her.

The DJD and a group of seakers make their way to Earth and start fucking shit up

Big dramatic reveal to the characters that Nightflyer was a spy all along and is Starscream’s ward

Things are going in the bad guy’s favor until Tarn realizes Sparkplug is part Megatron.

He orders his men to capture her and kill everyone else, as they have a new leader of the Decepticon cause

The battle becomes even more messy as sides are switched and the Autobots and seekers are now fighting to survive

While attempting to help Megatron fight off Tarn, Sparkplug is grabbed by Soundblaster, who hopes to bring her back to Shockwave in order to get in his favor.

Space distortion happens when Skywarp tries to help get Soundblaster out of there and accidentally sends him and Sparkplug halfway across the universe.

This cases the DJD to leave as they are now looking for Sparkplug, and the seekers(after getting beaten by the DJD) are taken prisoner for now

Depression but in space

Sparkplug and Soundblaster are in the middle of nowhere on a deserted planet. After trying to restrain one another, they realize they need to help each other if they wanna survive this mess

Back on earth, Rodimus comes back from space due to getting a SOS message, he is yelled at by his family

Acidstorm, Slipstream and Airachnid are absolutely furious about being stuck on earth for the time being. Nightflyer is currently being used as a verbal punching bag for the Autobots

Back in Space, Sparkplug and Soundblaster start to develop a chemistry as they learn more about each other.

Rodiums takes it upon himself to get Sparkplug back as a way to make up for leaving everyone years ago. This is a big reference to “the lost light”, characters like megatron, rodimus, swerve and others join, along with some OC’s like Nanabah (native american sharpshooter) who forms a friendship with Preceptor, and Lobo (the lowrider transformer born on earth)

Rodimus takes nightflyer under his wing in an attempt to reform him

In space, Spark and Soundblaster start to feel romantic feelings for one another. However this is interrupted by them getting found by the DJD.

Soundwave takes it upon himself to split off from Rodimus group as he might be able to locate her better through his mind powers (I don’t know, it's all space magic man)

Sparkplug properly meets Tarn and is quickly given a new frame and alt mode against her will.

Soundwave finds the DJD with Spark on it and sneaks on, However he is caught, and even if he fights well, he can’t fight off all of them.

Tarn forces Sparkplug to finally give into her anger when he kills Soundwave in front of her and lets her kill him.

Spark takes on the name “Megatron” and is then forced to eat Tarn’s spark in an act of dominance. She is now the leader of the DJD

There will be more to come!!! this is not all of it

Part two

#transformers #oc #ask box #asks #ask #ask blog #one spark au #transformers au #time line

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witchofthesouls · 2 months ago

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I think too much about the crossover between worker!sparkling!au and the Donor Clause Au.

Two particular scenes:

One, Tarn wants to have a hand in his newly acquired sparkling's education, so he decided to cover literature, music, and etiquette as he wanted to create the relationship he had when he went to Senator Shockwave's school.

He failed to account for several things: your stubbornness and his blindness to your... unique circumstances. Tarn had to watch you struggle to get into a chair meant for someone significantly taller than your sparkling height as he forgot to get a chair for minis and cassettes. He's kicking himself for his lack of consideration as he watches you claw your way up the table for better leverage to shimmy into the empty seat.

Then he had to add Neocybex classes as he didn't realize that you couldn't read his prepared materials. Apparently, you've picked up Vos' Primal Vernacular and Camien standard rather than the basic glyphs system used on Cybertron.

Two, remember that post about culture clash between what's considered filthy, explicit music between humans and Cybertronians? Well, you have films burned on an old cellphone that Tesarus was able to port it all into a datapad for your own usage. Since you're surrounded by kids that are the equivalent of toddlers and under, you decided to put on a Disney marathon because surely Tarn could appreciate the bops?

It's the opposite. You thought the guy was appalled by the expressions on anthromorphic cars, but it's really the music that is considered raw horny by Cybertronian standards.

Tarn is scandalized. He's going through the stages of grief over terrible explicitness of "Real Gone" and "Life is a Highway," and how the sparklings were exposed to it. Nurse is laughing so hard that she's on the floor with tears streaming out of her optics, especially since Vos unironically picked up Lighting McQueen's 'Ka-chow!' catchphrase.

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farfromharry · 1 month ago

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What the fuck? | Lando Norris

Transformers au

Summary: A successful date turns into a living nightmare when Y/N comes face to face with the alien living in Lando’s garage. Oh, and it also doubles as his car too…?

w/c 3155

a/n i rewatched transformers the other day and this came to mind idk, its pretty random but i had to get it out of my head

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Lando Norris was hot.

For months he had been coming into your work for coffee. He was that customer that every worker fawned over. There was a cat fight every time the bell above the door sounded and he stepped inside. Everyone wanted to be the one to take his order. He was polite to everyone, as he should be. There was only one person who he flirted with though. Y/N.

On the off chance that everyone else was busy and she finally got the opportunity to serve him, they chatted for ages. He was constantly asking her questions that had obvious answers, just so he could talk to her for longer. They talked about their days, he complimented her and she always drew a little heart by his name when handing him his cup.

Really it was only a matter of time before he asked her out.

For weeks he had been building up the courage. Coming into the cafe and pretending to stare at the menu until she was free. He saw how they bickered when he came in. It would have done wonders for his ego had he not been trying to impress someone specific. She hadn’t picked up on it though. Y/N thought it was just luck that everyone else was busy. If only she knew that he was there for her– he didn’t even like coffee.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” She was clearly caught off guard. “With me, I mean.”

Nervously, her eyes darted to the side, where an older lady stood watching them. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her around. He assumed she was the manager or something of the sorts. His mouth formed an O shape. Now wasn’t a good time for them to talk about this.

“Your total is £3.86.”

The man tapped his card, nodded at her and then moved off to the side to wait for his drink. There was no mention of his offer when she called his name to collect, but as he was leaving he did notice the number and the smiley face jotted down on the side of his cup. A laugh bubble in his throat. The little minx.

When a text from a random number came through to Y/N’s phone a day later, she grinned to herself. Lando was persistent, she would give him that.

It took all of 2 minutes to spill it to her roommate and given how often she talked about the hot customer that came in practically every day, she insisted she go for it. Who was she to turn down a man that looked like that and was very clearly interested in her? She was very quick to say yes.

He picked her up from her apartment, his pricey Porsche practically sparkling under the street lights. She was in awe. The dark green exterior was gorgeous, to die for. It must have been cleaned recently, but he did seem like the type to take care of his car. He was leaning against it when she emerged from her building, his arms crossed, stretching the material of his button up tightly over his chest and his arms. Those arms… She had no idea how she was going to survive this date.

But she did and she had a great time. He was funny, charming and a mighty good kisser. They could barely keep their hands off of each other. In the car on the way back, his hand rested on her leg, bordering on dangerous with how close it was to the hem of her dress. She loved it though and as soon as the car was stopped she was the first to launch herself at him. He was slightly caught off guard, but quickly kissed her back.

She didn’t expect him to push her away. Fear filled her. The idea that she had read something wrong or gotten mixed signals was horrifying. It must have been written all over her face. His hand settled on her cheek, silently asking her to look at him. When she did he was smiling.

“I’m not rejecting you.” That was a good start at least. He pulled the keys from the ignition and winked at her. “Just think we should head inside.”

The dread that had once been written all over her face was quickly replaced by lust. With how he looked in the moonlight right now, curls falling over his forehead, facial hair he was too stubborn to shave and just the right amount of buttons undone on his shirt, there was no way she was going to turn down that offer. “Lead the way, Norris.”

When she stepped out of the car the wind bit at her face, the chill sent down her spine forcing her to wrap her arms around herself. How she would love a bit of Lando’s body heat mixing with hers right now. Even just when his hand touched the small of her back she immediately felt warmer.

Like the gentleman he tried so hard to be, he unlocked the front door and let her in first. Only when she stood in the doorway awkwardly did he remember she had never been in his house before; she had no idea where she was going.

Lando laughed. “Right. My bad.”

After closing the door behind him, he laced his fingers with hers tugging her in the direction of the couch in the living room. He sat down first, sinking into the couch, legs spread and head leaning on the back, eyes staring up at her with a silent invitation. He looked edible. Any normal person would probably see the empty space beside him and claim that, but not Y/N. The most inviting place for her right now was that of his lap. Why waste time?

Apparently straddling him was a good idea. Helped set the mood. Lando enjoyed it anyway. Big hands came to hold her sides, the smirk sneaking onto his face annoyingly attractive.

“Hi,” he whispered.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, another finding its way into the long curls at the back of his neck. Not yet tugging, but considering it. “Hello.”

Neither of them were sure who initiated it. One minute she was practically drooling over the way he was gazing up at her, eyes dilated and lips slightly parted, the next he was mentally thanking whatever miracles had allowed him to be in this moment. Soft lips met his, stealing his breath. Their noses bumped. Teeth clashed. Lando never wanted it to end.

A loud crash from somewhere in the house stole her attention. Their lips briefly separated. As much as she would have liked to keep kissing him, the noise was loud and distracting. “What was that?” she asked, trying to ignore the way his thumb stroked her cheek. He was incredibly intoxicating in the best way.

He tried to shake it off. Of course he had heard it, but he knew exactly what the culprit was and really didn’t want to share. “I didn’t hear anything.” In his mind, denial was the best way to go, followed by distraction. The perfect distraction would be his lips in this case.

Gently, he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding her face back to his. Their lips connected again and she sighed heartily against his mouth. He smiled briefly, but it disappeared as soon as he found himself lost in the kiss again. His other hand was on her hip, keeping her pressed tightly to his body. He didn’t want even a centimetre of space between them. If anyone were to look at them they wouldn’t know where he started and she ended. The way she kissed was intoxicating.

Bang.

There was that noise again. Y/N pulled back, but Lando wasn’t done. Swollen lips found her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her skin. Her eyes fluttered but she quickly snapped herself out of it. Letting herself get distracted by his touch was exactly what he wanted. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to get to the bottom of that noise.

When she climbed out of his lap like a woman on a mission, his heart dropped. He had to keep her out of the garage at all costs.

“Y/N, hey. What are you doing?” The look on his face was far from calm. It would be obvious to anyone in a 10 foot range that he was hiding something. And if anyone was listening, she was praying it wasn’t something weird because he was just so hot.

“Tell me what that noise is.”

It wasn’t a question, it was an order.

Looking right at him was a face of fury. She had just wanted a good night, a normal date for once in her life. Lando was supposed to be a good one. The night had been going so well and now here she was. The man visibly deflated. Clearly she was upset, annoyed– a whole mix of different emotions, but none of them good. Maybe coming clean was the best idea.

A sigh, then a longing look at the Porsche beside them.

The next time he looked at her it was with such desperation that her chest actually ached for him. He didn’t know what to do. “Look, what I’m gonna say is…” How was he supposed to put it? There was no sane way of coming clean here. “It’s crazy. But I need you to know I am telling the truth. If you promise not to freak out I’ll show you.”

Understandably, she was hesitant. There was something in his eyes though that told her she could trust him on this. “Okay.”

With a nod, he tapped the roof of the car twice. “Show her.”

She wasn’t sure what she was witnessing was real. Right before her eyes the Porsche in front of her shifted from a car into something that resembled a… person. It even blinked, waved at her. She thought she was losing her mind. Surely this was some illusion, a trick of the light or something he used to impress women. When she turned to look at him, he looked completely unbothered, like this was something he was totally used to.

“What the fuck?” she yelled, eyes blown wide as she stared at the car turned… thing that she couldn’t even find a logical explanation for. Had she taken a drug that she didn’t know about, or maybe her world was turning upside down? Either way, she sort of felt nauseous. Lando’s hand was quick to come up and cover her mouth when she screamed again. The last thing he needed was his neighbours getting worried that someone was being murdered in his garage.

Wide eyes were frantically darting all over the place, trying to conjure up a reasonable explanation for whatever the fuck was happening.

Lando was just trying to soothe her. “Listen to me, I need you to calm down.”

That was a rich suggestion. Who was he to tell her to calm down? It wasn’t everyday someone saw a literal car transform into something almost human. Her chest was heaving, clearly startled, scared out of her mind. Maybe there were better ways he could have broken this news to her.

Just as he thought he might be starting to make progress, the robot opened its mouth and sent her spiraling all over again. “Hello.” It even waved.

Lando cursed, shooting the Porsche quite a harsh glare. Then he placed his attention back on Y/N, placing his hands on her arms in an effort to keep her focused on him. “Breathe with me. Come on.”

It took a while, but eventually she managed to match his breathing. Her mind was still racing, but she was definitely more relaxed. He smiled.

“Good. You feeling better?”

She let out a breath. “I think so. But can you please explain what the hell is going on?” She looked desperate. He was starting to feel guilty for dropping this on her.

The thing is, he didn’t really know himself. Months ago, Lando had been going through a crisis and thought the best way to fix it was to buy a run down version of one of his dream cars. Then he would fix it up, make it all shiny and new again. Only, one day had entered his garage to find it was exactly how he pictured it in his mind. He had paused, stared at it blankly for a few seconds and then it had done it for the first time. The car, his car, literally transformed into some sort of robot. It even spoke to him, assured him he was harmless. At no point did he explain why or how he was here, and Lando had never really asked.

“Um, well, he’s an Autobot, from space.” It was a shitty explanation, one that did nothing to make her feel better. This thing was an alien and Lando was standing here acting like this was normal. “He’s harmless, I swear. His name’s Mirage.” He added that extra bit of information like it would make everything better.

The next thing either of them knew she was hitting the group with quite the thump. Faintly she might have heard Lando’s panicked gasp, but she wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

When her eyes fluttered open she assumed it was a few hours later. It was darker now outside and she was laying in an unfamiliar living room. She groaned, rubbing at her head that was throbbing slightly— probably from how hard she hit the floor. Lando was by her side the second he realised she was awake.

“Hey, gave us quite the scare there. Feeling okay?”

She smiled softly, rather happy with how attentive he was being for a first date. “Yeah. I had such a crazy dream,” she laughed, “your car—“ Her brain seemed to suddenly catch up to what he’d said, her brow furrowing and her eyes darting to him. “Wait, who’s us?”

He smiled sheepishly. There was a tap on the window. Part of her wanted to ignore it, but another part of her was desperate to know if what she’d just witnessed was real. Even if it was terrifying. This time he didn’t try to stop her, just let her sit up and peer around the arm of the couch to look out the window. The moment she noticed was obvious. Her body went rigid. “Oh my god, it was real!”

His laughter was strained. This was the last way he thought this first date was going to turn out. She probably thought the same thing. The only problem was that even if she never wanted to see him again, he had to make sure she kept his secret. Unfortunately she was going to have to stick around.

“Look, about this whole thing… you can’t tell anyone.”

She scoffed. “Lando, you’ve just shown me an alien and you expect me to keep quiet?”

A frown crept onto his face. If he didn’t think he could trust her, he wouldn’t have told her the truth. He would have made something up to throw her off the scent. But things had been going well and she seemed like the kind of person that could keep a secret if she knew it was important. This was the most important thing in the world to Lando.

“No, Y/N, I’m serious.” His eyes were pleading with her. “Please, if anyone finds out about this I don’t know what they’d do to him. He left his planet to escape war, what do you think is gonna happen if people find out about this?”

It was understandable. Her fear was clouding her rational judgement. Once she managed to get her breathing under control, she felt like she could think more clearly. Lando’s words meant more sense. It wasn’t fair to ruin someone’s life because she was scared.

He could see her start to calm down.

“Okay.” She nodded. “I won’t tell.”

Lando let out a breath and his whole body sagged. The relief he was feeling was blatant. “Thank you.”

Silence settled between them. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable per say, but neither of them were sure what to say. It was a weird situation. Certainly not one people found themselves in every day, or ever for that matter. She didn’t know how to handle it. No one knew about Lando’s secret. Not even his closest friends. This was something he hadn’t had to deal with before, he didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Do you, um, want to meet him properly?” Maybe if she could actually talk to him, see what he was like, she would understand. At least he hoped so.

The look on her face was hard to read. Clearly she was weighing out the pros and cons of meeting an alien. If Lando had been given that choice when he and Mirage had first met, he probably would have panicked too, probably even ran away. On the brightside, she had someone by her side to make this whole thing a little less stressful. He didn’t have that back then. He sure would have liked to.

“Okay.”

A sigh passed his lips. “He’s friendly, really.”

She didn’t seem convinced, but Lando was already taking her hand to guide her outside. Uncertainty was drowning her, but he seemed so sure. The thing– Mirage, she guessed– was waiting patiently outside to greet her. Upon first rational glance he seemed rather polite actually. She was surprised.

Lando felt like a parent introducing his child to someone. “Say hello.” Gently he nudged her forward. He knew his car well and he wouldn’t be on anything but his best behaviour.

“Um, hi there.” An awkward wave followed.

The man tried to stifle his laugh but considering the glare she shot his way, he suspected she might have heard it.

Mirage sort of smiled. “Hello.” He held out his hand, a hand shake being a gesture that Lando had taught him in a bid to make him more used to people.

Her eyes were wide. Nonetheless she took his… hand, and shook it. Her head was spinning. “This is fucking crazy,” she whispered.

Lando was beaming, his grin stretching from one ear to the other. He whispered right back. “I know, right.”

Looking at him now, she couldn’t believe she used to think he was just a normal guy that had become a regular at her job. “You’re, like, the coolest guy I’ve ever met.”

He really liked the sound of that. The compliment literally went straight to his head and he had no shame about it. “So, does that mean there’s gonna be a second date?”

She laughed. “I’m about to propose, so.”

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piastriprincess · 3 months ago

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under pink light in june ⸻ alex albon x reader .

featuring alex albon , summer camp au , slow burn , two idiots in love word count 2.5k author’s note first alex request WHO CHEERED !! this one is for @tsunodaradio - kae , you are SUCH an incredible writer and i’m in love with your work . writing this was a dream and i hope you love it as much as i do ! i’m still working through requests but this might be my last fic for a tiny bit bc … finals . as always , please tell me what you think or send me a request ! love you all <3 title is from close to you by gracie abrams .

54: a bunk bed and a crush .

Summer doesn’t really start until your first cannonball into the lake.

You’ve been coming here every summer for years, first as a camper and now as a counselor, and the routine is always the same — head to your cabin, find your friends, go to the welcome meeting, and then dive straight into the water. It’s always bracing in June when you arrive, enough to take your breath away, but that’s how you like it best.

You’re just trudging into your cabin, toting your ugly and monstrously large duffel bag on your shoulder, when you see Lissie waiting for you. “There’s a new guy,” she says by way of introduction, eyes sparkling. You blink, losing your concentration, and the bag falls at your feet. There’s rarely new counselors at camp: nearly all of you grew up together, coming back summer after summer, so this is the type of news everyone will be whispering about for at least the first few days. You wonder what he’ll be like — sweet like Charles? Bossy like George? You hope, at least, that he’s nice enough to get along with for the summer.

You spot him right away when you and Lissie get to the meeting, of course — he’s the only person in the room you don’t know. He’s sitting in a chair next to Lando, long legs stretched into the middle of the circle, watching everyone catch up about their years with a quiet sort of loneliness. No one’s invited him into the conversation, you realize. So you march over, sit in the empty chair next to him and promptly introduce yourself.

He turns to you, and. Whoa. Cute. “Nice to meet you. I’m Alex,” he says, and when he smiles gratefully at you, you might as well have already taken your first swim the way the breath gets knocked out of you.

Work week passes by almost too quickly, a blur of dusting cobwebs out of the old cabins and scrubbing the barnacles off the bottoms of the sailboats. Alex quickly makes himself useful; whether he’s trying to impress or he’s just a hard worker, you’ll never know. You find yourself talking to him a lot, trying to get him to open up just a little bit more, determined to solve the Mystery of Alex. When you ask about the accent, you find out he’s half-Thai, half-British. When he calms the nervous horses without blinking, you learn he grew up on a farm, that he and his siblings have a whole menagerie of pets. When Lissie asks him if he has a girlfriend, shooting a completely unsubtle glance your way, you learn he blushes easily. (And that he’s single. Not that it matters to you, of course.)

Before you know it, it’s the night before opening day. The boats shine like new. Each bunk has a personalized name card on it. Everything is perfect.

It’s nearly midnight, and you can’t sleep. You’re lying in your top bunk, the same one you’ve been sleeping in every summer since you were thirteen. Your fingers trace over a carving in the wall next to your bed, a heart with your initials and someone else’s. You distantly remember the name, but not the face. He only came for one summer. You wonder absentmindedly where he might be now. Then: if Alex worked here for just this year, whether you’d forget him after a while too.

“Lissie?” you murmur into the darkness. You’ve tossed and turned in the top bunk enough to know she’s awake.

She makes a small, muffled noise into her pillow, then rolls over. “What?” she yawns, and you feel a little surge of guilt for dragging her into your weird little insomnia.

“Just — be nice to Alex tomorrow?” you ask her.

She breathes out, a whoosh of air you can hear from above. “That’s what you woke me up for?”

“I just—” you pause. “I want him to feel welcome.” You want him to stay. “Don’t scare him away.”

“Okay,” she drawls, in a tone that screams we’re-definitely-going-to-be-talking-about-this-later. “I’ll be nice.”

You listen for a while to the sound of her breathing, slow and even. When you finally fall asleep, you dream of calm horses, trotting around an endless farm.

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You always feel powerful on the lifeguard stands. You like to think of yourself as the keeper of the lake, your whistle your trusted weapon. (Really, it’s just that the lifeguard stand is the best place to get a tan. Also, you like blowing the whistle at Max, because for such a stoic guy it always makes him jump about ten feet in the air.)

The sun is high in the sky when the first session of free swim wraps up, and Lando and Charles bundle their campers off to their next activity. You have fifteen minutes of blessed silence, no campers swallowing too much lake water or screaming because they swear they felt a shark. You and Carlos exchange a glance, then tilt the umbrella back until the full force of the sun’s rays are hitting you. You sigh, closing your eyes. You could get used to this. “Who has the next free swim?” you ask lazily, draping your arm over the back of the chair. Carlos simply giggles, and your eyes fly open, looking out towards the path.

Alex is walking down, surrounded by his entire cabin. They’re practically hanging off him — you think he must have about three kids riding piggyback. Despite all that, his face lights up in a smile when he sees you perched on the chair, and he waves to you with all the enthusiasm of a passenger on the top deck of a departing cruise ship.

“Look at Alex. He’s such a dork,” you say fondly, cheeks flushing in the summer heat.

“Dios mio,” Carlos sighs, pushing his Ray-Bans to the top of his head and pursing his lips like he’s trying not to laugh at you. “Can you just kiss him already? I can’t watch this for the entire summer.”

“Stop. We’re friends,” you say, smacking his arm lightly without taking your eyes off Alex. He’s stripped off his shirt and is fussing around his campers like a mother duck, buckling life jackets and rubbing zinc on their noses. They start scampering towards the lake, one by one, and Alex starts to follow.

And then, like he can’t help himself, he glances back at you. He grins when he sees you’re already looking at him, and repositions himself like a swimsuit model, looking utterly ridiculous with his miles of arms and legs. He’s far too lanky for that pose, you tell yourself. He looks stupid.

Your suddenly dry mouth says otherwise.

“Sure,” Carlos says with a Cheshire Cat smile. “Friends.”

—

Alex is so good with the kids, has slotted into the fabric of your everyday in such an easy way, that sometimes you forget — he’s still new. He doesn’t know this place inside and out like you do, hasn’t learned every lesson in the book when it comes to dealing with campers.

Lesson number one: never tell them anything about your personal life.

You’re in the mess hall, carrying a box of popsicles to your cabin’s table, when a boy comes skidding to a halt at your feet. You’re not quite paying attention, so you remind him not to run almost automatically and keep walking. But he pulls on the hem of your camp pinny, keeping up with your pace, and asks “Do you love Alex?”

You drop the box of popsicles on the table, and the girls swarm. You turn your attention to the kid — one of Alex’s. You recognize him from free swim time, the one who’s always diving headfirst into the lake. Your eyes flick to Alex’s cabin’s table, nestled snugly next to yours. The boys aren’t eating their popsicles. No, they’re all watching you intently, whispering behind their hands. Carlos is sitting next to them, fucking smirking, and you make a mental note to flip him the bird when there aren’t so many seven-year-olds around. “Why?” you ask carefully, suspiciously.

The boy grins. One of his front teeth is missing. “Alex said out of all the counselors, you’re his most favorite. That means he loves you most. So do you love him?”

It shouldn’t make you as ridiculously pleased as it does. Kids take things out of context all the time, but the way he says it — it’s like it’s something important, like it’s a secret he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to tell.

“Hey,” says Alex from behind you. You nearly jump out of your skin, but he’s focused more on the kid than you. “What are you doing over here? Go sit down, Carlos has popsicles.” He sounds friendly, but no-nonsense, a combination you’ve never quite mastered. It’s probably why they all love him so much.

“It’s fine,” you shrug, your eyes catching on the way the cherry popsicle stains his full lips red. “He was just telling me I’m your very most favorite counselor.” You bat your eyelashes at him teasingly, and Alex nearly chokes on his popsicle. He flushes, eyes bright, and your heart stutters in your chest at the sight.

When you’re sitting on the green later, you untape the friendship bracelet you’ve been working on all summer from your water bottle. You nudge Alex with your foot, and he looks up just in time to catch it before it hits his chest.

“For what it’s worth,” you say, smiling at him. “You’re my favorite counselor too.”

—

Out of everything about camp that you love, the end-of-season bonfire has to be your favorite. The kids leave in the afternoon, and that night you all sneak out to the beach. Lando brings a speaker and the playlist he’s been steadily adding to for years, Max brings enough alcohol to fuel a small country, and you and Lissie make the superlative awards for every counselor. Alex beams when you present him with his, “Rookie of the Year” scrawled in your messy cursive across a paper plate. He folds it carefully, sliding it into the chest pocket of his button-down, and something warm blooms in your chest.

The party goes on into the late night, the full moon sparkling over the lake. You dance, you talk, Carlos sings along to some 80s bossa nova song, ridiculously off-key. In a way, you’re not surprised that you end up gravitating toward Alex. Every part of you is (pathetically) aware of where he is, pretty much the entire night. So when he approaches and asks you if you want to make a s’more with him, you don’t hesitate before plopping your butt in the sand and grabbing a marshmallow.

“Your exit interview is tomorrow, right?” you ask, and he nods, mouth twisting down at the corners.

“M’nervous,” he shrugs, and you bump his shoulder against his slightly. “What if they don’t ask me to come back next summer?”

“Of course they will,” you say, rotating the skewer between your fingers so your marshmallow browns equally. It’s true, you think — he’s a great counselor, the kids love him. You want to reassure him of that. But mostly, you say it because you just can’t imagine being at camp without him anymore. To you, summer is Alex, smiling that megawatt smile at you with his knee pressed against yours. “You’re, like, the coolest person I know, and you don’t even have to try.”

“I try really, really hard around you,” he says, and you drop your marshmallow in the fire.

Your hands start to shake a little bit, pulse thrumming under your skin like the drumbeat of the camp chants you shouted earlier. Alex doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes flickering to the fire like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen as he keeps speaking. “I’m serious. When I’m around you, I want to be my funniest, my kindest, my most interesting. You—”

He pauses abruptly, like he’s grasping for the right word, to make the moment as perfect as he can. “You bring out my superlatives,” he says, so urgently that it makes your breath catch in your chest.

You try to swallow the lump that’s grown in your throat as he finally, finally turns and levels you with his earnest gaze. Meeting his eyes feels like staring at the sun, like looking straight at a future you weren’t letting yourself think you could have. Your cheeks burn from the heat.

You have to avert your gaze. You can’t look at him when you ask the million-dollar question. “Alex. Why were you trying so hard to impress me?” you say, pulling at a loose thread at the edge of your cutoffs and wrapping it around your fingertip until it swells purple-blue in the light. You let the thread unravel, take a deep breath. “What were you hoping for?”

He sighs, helplessly. “Everything.”

You don’t know what that means — whether he’s satisfied with what he’s gotten from you all summer, or whether he’s waiting for more, or how much more he might want.

But with that being said, his skin is glowing in the golden light of the fire, and his long delicate fingers are drumming against his knee, and. Well. You want everything.

You kiss him, bracing your hand on his thigh, near the hem of his shorts. He doesn’t hesitate before responding, slow and so deliberate, like he’s been waiting for it all summer. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, sending sparks shooting down your spine. You weave your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he practically sighs into your mouth.

“I wasn’t trying to ask for that,” he says when he finally pulls away. For a moment, you’re too dazed to respond. His hand is still on your jaw, brushing along the curve of it like it’s something to be studied. The gesture is so sweet it makes your teeth hurt.

You lean in to peck his lips one more time. “No,” you agree. “But I wanted to give it.”

“Oi!” Lando calls from across the fire, and the romantic rose-colored bubble you’re imagining around you finally pops. You and Alex both turn to look at him at the same time, and he’s groaning. “You couldn’t have done it like, a week earlier? Now I owe Carlos a hundred bucks.”

“You bet on us?” you ask, scandalized.

Carlos just smiles smugly. “Ay. I knew you would only make a move at the last minute.”

Alex’s fingers find yours, threading between until your hands are intertwined, and he grins. “Better late than never.”

When the fire finally dies, you all head to the dock for one last jump. It’s never been your favorite moment; the water’s too warm for you by August, and you hate the sadness of endings. But this time, Alex takes your hand in his before you jump, and he kisses you when you resurface, and you can’t help but think it feels more like a beginning.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 11 months ago

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I need more cregan modern au!!!! I loved the hockey one but what about him being a business person? A hot office romance?

Request: More modern!Cregan pretty pretty please 🥺

This is heavily inspired by Bed chem by Sabrina Carpenter (p.s. This is almost 4k and I did not re-read anything, so I apologize if it's bad)

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, dirty talk, elevator action, p + v,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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You met him at an event hosted by the firm. The company was expanding its operations internationally and opening its first new office in London. To celebrate the new venture, a banquet was organized at the main office in New York.

Although you’ve been working here for three years, you didn’t know half of the people. You were not the kind of person who befriended her co-workers — other than Baela. She was the granddaughter of the CEO and your office mate when you started working at the firm. Now, you were best friends and roommates.

‘’I think Jace is going to propose.’’

You snapped your head towards her so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. ‘’What?!’’

‘’He has not asked — yet —,’’ Baela continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement, ‘’but I think he’s going to do it soon. Very soon. Should I plan all of my next manis? I don’t want him to propose when I have a chipped sparkly pink polish.’’

‘’When did you ever wear sparkly pink polish?’’ you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Baela shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I don’t know. But what I know is that I don’t want sparkly pink polish when I take cute pictures with my engagement ring. My mom will repost it on her socials, and everyone will see my crusty many.’’

You couldn’t help but laugh at Baela’s theatrics.

‘’Do you think we’re going too fast?’’ Her earlier excitement faded into a nervous frown. ‘’We don’t even live together.’’

You could see the worry lines forming on her forehead. She wasn’t even engaged, and already she was fretting about the future. You didn’t want to imagine the type of bride she’ll be when Jace will get down on one knee.

Offering her a kind and reassuring smile, you shook your head. ‘’Too fast would be you getting engaged to your Tinder date after two weeks. You and Jace have been dating for two years. And, when you know, you know.’’

Baela's shoulders relaxed, and she returned your smile. She took another sip of her drink and began telling you about the hot gossip she heard in the bathroom this afternoon. There never was a dull moment with her.

After a story about a mystery thong found by the coffee machine, you excused yourself and went to get another drink. You suspected it belonged to one of the secretaries or the new intern, Mysaria. You saw her flirting with Baela’s father last week.

You headed toward the bar, squeezing past a group of laughing executives. When you finally reached the bar, you quickly blurted out your order, eager to get a drink in hand. These work events felt tedious without the right amount of alcohol.

‘’Just a moment, Miss,’’ the bartender said, nodding toward a tall man standing beside you. ‘’He was there first.’’

You turned to the man, who you had genuinely not seen, ready to apologize for cutting in line. He was dressed in a blue-gray button-up shirt and a neatly fitted waistcoat — typical business attire for these events —, and was very good looking.

He waved the bartender off dismissively. ‘’Serve the lady first. I can wait,’’ he said, his voice deep and rich with a thick accent that immediately caught your attention. This man was not American.

Behind the bar, the bartender nodded and began preparing your drink. You turned toward the man you rudely cut in the line and thanked him. It was gentlemanly of him, but he didn’t have to let you go before him.

He shrugged with a small, easy smile. ‘’It’s no trouble at all.’’

There was an effortless charm that radiated from him, pulling all your strings right into his hands. You could feel his eyes drop to your dress, which hugged your curves in all the right places and revealed a bit more cleavage than would be considered appropriate at the office. Not to be outdone, you let your gaze wander too, taking in the man before you — the different colors in his eyes, his neatly cut beard, the way his waistcoat accentuated his broad shoulders. And more inappropriately, he seemed to be packing beneath those trousers.

Your drink was ready too soon, forcing you to go back to Baela to tell her about the man you just met.

‘’Who’s the guy with the dark hair and the thick accent?’’ you asked, watching from afar as Vaemond Velaryon stopped him and began a conversation.

Brother to Mr. Velaryon, Vaemond was one of the most loyal pawns of the company. But his views were often sharp and unapologetically sexist, which was why you actively avoided him. If you're looking to stir an argument with someone just for fun, go to him. His quick temper and rigid opinions made him an easy target for a heated argument.

Baela followed you sightline, a knowing smile curling on her lips. The way you asked about him was enough to guess that you fancied him. ‘’That’s Cregan Stark, the managing director of the new firm in London,’’ she explained.

You frowned lightly, your eyes not leaving him. ‘’He’s young to be a managing director, no?’’

Baela shrugged. ‘’He’s under thirty, that’s for sure. But I doubt my grandfather would have given him the post if he wasn’t competent.’’

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

You were utterly disappointed when you found out Cregan Stark was not on social media. How were you going to charm your way into his pants if you couldn’t contact him?

manifest seeing him again.

A few weeks after the opening of the new Velaryon Importation offices, your boss needed someone to travel to London on his behalf, and you had to thank the universe for this perfect opportunity. While there were others at the firm who seemed more likely candidates, it was you who got called into his office that Thursday morning. You’ll have to thank Baela, who may have spoken good words to her grandfather in your favor.

‘’All I’m asking in return is updates on the hot managing director. Call me every night. I heard british men have filthy mouths and oversized di—’’

Your jaw dropped, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence. ‘’Baela!’’

She shrugged. ‘’What? It’s what I’ve heard. If he’s really freaky, he might bend you over in his office.’’

You shook your head and headed down the stairs to get into your cab.

Eight hours later, you landed in London and fell straight into your bed. Taylor Swift was a liar, jet-lag was not a choice.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

‘’Mr. Stark is on a phone call. He’ll be down shortly,’’ his secretary informed you with a friendly smile.

She was blonde and stunningly beautiful, which made you wonder if Cregan had an affair going on with her. It was an office classic: an executive hooking up with his secretary.

You took a seat in the sleek, modern office and glanced around, waiting.

Moments later, Cregan Stark walked in, exuding effortless charm.

‘’Apologies for the delay,’’ he said, his deep northern accent adding a rugged charm to his words as he extended his hand. ‘’I was held back on the phone.’’

You took his hand, feeling a brief, electrifying contact. “No worries at all,” you replied, flashing a warm smile.

He was even more handsome than you’d remembered. His dark hair was pulled back into, giving him a more professional look, his crisp button up was clinging to his broad shoulders, and his beard made you want to push his face between your legs — be damned the carpet burns!

You needed to manifest this.

Cregan’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “We met at the banquet in New York, didn’t we?” he asked, his gaze lingering on the wrapped neckline of your blouse and the soft curves concealed by your tight skirt. “I didn’t catch your name, though.”

You gave him your name and he repeated it, falling sweetly on his tongue. You wanted to hear it again.

‘’It’s quite the pleasure to see you again, Y/N,’’ he said, his eyes catching yours.

Then, the boring part of your trip to London began. You followed Cregan as he gave you a visit of the offices, pointing out the various departments and introducing you to key staff members, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the way he’d said your name and the way his hand — twice the size of yours — had lingered just a moment longer than necessary during your handshake.

You wanted that big hand all over your body. Especially between your thighs.

Shaking any inappropriate thought off your mind, you pulled out your phone and asked questions about various things Mr. Velaryon wanted you to check on, almost forgetting the reason for your presence in London. You took notes, not wanting to be empty handed when you’ll write your report email later.

As the tour continued, you were obsessed with the way the executive stole glances at you. He watched the way you moved, the way you spoke to people, the way your glossy lips curled when you laughed at Oliver’s British humor. He didn’t fail to notice the way your hips swayed as you walked past him everytime he held open a door for you.

You would be lying if you said you did not wear this skirt on purpose. It made your ass look fantastic.

Finally, you reached Cregan’s office. He opened the door for you and gestured for you to step inside. The office was sleek and modern, with large windows overlooking the city — not much different from the ones in New York. Except for the green couch in the corner, creating as a small lounge area.

He had planned to take you out for lunch, but the tour of the offices took longer than he would have liked and now there was a bright pink post-it on his desk — written by his secretary —, a glaring reminder of a meeting he seemed to have forgotten.

‘’I would have invited you for lunch,’’ Cregan said, a hint of frustration in his tone as he glanced at the post-it. ‘’But I have a meeting in…’’ He checked his watch and frowned, ‘’...ten minutes ago.’’ He let out a soft curse under his breath. ‘’Mondays never fail to keep me busy. I’m always on the run.’’

You couldn’t help but smile at his mild panic. ‘’I can take myself to lunch, Mr. Stark. It is not a problem. I’m a big girl, I’ll find my way around the city.’’

‘’No,’’ he interrupted, a touch of insistence in his voice. ‘’I insist. Let me make it up to you. How about dinner tonight instead? I should be out of the office by 7pm. Can we meet up for 8?’’ He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘’A friend of mine owns a restaurant. I’ll ask him to save us a table.’’

The thought of having dinner with him, just the two of you, made your stomach do little flips. But you tried to keep your cool and nodded with a smile. ‘’8pm is good with me.’’

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

You mentally patted yourself on the back for bringing a dress in your suitcase. Without it, you would have been forced to go to dinner in your office clothes. They weren't ugly per se, but you would never wear them on a hot date. Not that tonight was a date. It was just dinner between colleagues.

You should remind yourself of that as you applied lipstick and extra spritz of perfume.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Cregan was waiting outside. He was still in his office clothes, but his tie was removed and the first buttons of his shirt were undone.

He led you inside, his hand coming at the small of your back, and you smiled at the ground. Maybe his intentions for tonight were not different from yours.

A waitress took you to your table, promising to return with the wine card. Wine and a hot date on a Monday. Were you becoming your mother?

Before sitting down, you removed your light coat, revealing the thin straps and the sweetheart neckline of your dress. You didn’t miss the low groan Cregan tried — and failed — to suppress, his eyes lingering a bit longer than necessary. You caught the way his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze darkening as if he was fighting to maintain his composure.

‘’How is London so far?’’ he asked, clearing his throat and taking a sip of wine, trying to refocus. ‘’Did you do anything this afternoon?''

You wished.

‘’Truthfully, I napped all afternoon. I had this ambitious itinerary of all the sights I wanted to see and shops I wanted to go to, but jet lag hit me hard right after I left the office. I barely managed to order room service before I passed out.’’

Cregan chuckled softly, his eyes still subtly tracing the curve of your neckline. ‘’Jet lag can be brutal. But hey, at least it means you won’t be falling asleep on me tonight.” His tone was teasing, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You leaned in slightly, your smile turning sly. “Lucky you.”

As the dinner progressed and plates were brought over, you began feeling a little bolder in your flirting. You slipped your shoe off under the table and stretched your leg out slowly, brushing your foot lightly against his ankle.

You watched as Cregan’s eyes widened just a fraction, his breath catching slightly. He tried to maintain his composure and focus on the conversation you were having, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching, fighting back a grin. You continued the gentle pressure, running your foot up his leg under the table, teasing him just enough to make him shift uncomfortably again in his seat. You were grateful for the table cloth shielding the restaurant of what was happening underneath.

Cregan leaned in over the table, his voice dropping to a whisper. ‘’You’re playing a dangerous game, love.’’

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he called you ‘love’, the word sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in your stomach.

‘’Who, me?’’ You feigned innocence, your voice dripping with playful coyness as you continued to tease him with your foot beneath the table. ‘’I’m just enjoying my meal, Mr. Stark.’’

Cregan grimaced. ‘’Don’t call me that. It sounds straight out of a bad porn movie.’’

A giggle bubbled out of you. You had not expected him to say that.

You took a sip of your wine and finished your meals in silence. No more teasing.

When Cregan saw your empty plate, he called for the tab, ready to leave.

‘’But we still have dessert left. I was thinking with a lot of getting—’’

‘’Fuck dessert.’’ He leaned closer, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’What I want is not on the menu,’’ he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

As soon as the doors closed, Cregan’s mouth crashed on yours. He backed you up against one of the walls, his body towering over yours. The elevator started moving, going on its slow rise up to the tenth floor. You barely felt it under your feet, your brain tuning off as you felt his large hand grab one of your breasts over your dress, which Cregan had been dying to do ever since he met you at the banquet.

He groaned in your mouth, and you grinned. This dress truly was a great pick.

Behind him, the numbers were going up, now reaching the third floor.

You pushed your hands under Cregan’s jacket, feeling the warmth of his chest over his button as his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting the overpriced wine on each other's tongue.

You tried to hook your leg to his hip, but it was not working. His tall frame was a blessing and a curse. Chuckling, Cregan came to your help and held your leg up while his other hand moved down underneath your dress, his fingers pulling your panties to the side and rubbing at your clit. Your head fell back against the wall, melting against his hand and breaking the kiss.

''More please,'' you sighed.

Cregan smiled against your neck, and then he pushed a finger inside you. He felt rough against your smooth channel, and you couldn’t help but clench down around him. A second finger stroked across your clit. It made you shiver as he filled you up. Your legs buckled. If it wasn’t for his body and the wall keeping you upright, you were not sure you would be standing. Especially in heels.

You gripped at the front of his button up, clinging to him and moaning loudly while his hand worked quickly at your cunt. If anyone were to hail the elevator, you would be very embarrassed, yet a small part of you wanted it to happen.

But it didn’t.

Before you could reach your peak, the elevator dinged and Cregan pulled his hand out.

‘’I…I don’t think I can walk,’’ you said with a giggle, not trusting yourself on your feet. The combination of the two glasses of wine and what just happened made your head spin.

Taking matters in his own hands, Cregan simply lifted you and carried you to your room. You fumbled with the key card — those damn things never work on the first try —, then he shut the door with the heel of his foot.

Once inside, he set you down on the bed and you removed your shoes, kicking them off your feet.

You'll have to tell Baela about your adventure in the elevator later.

Right now, you really needed Cregan to satisfy the burning desire between your legs. Preferably with his cock. His fingers were nice — thick and long —, but judging by the tent in his pants. his cock will make you see fucking stars.

As if he had read your thoughts, Cregan began taking off his jacket and button up, leaving him in his work pants. You eyed him hungrily. He looked strong and sturdy, not like those gym bros you’ve encountered in the past.

You stood so he could unzip your dress, but first pressed you up against his chest, one hand coming under your jaw to hold you in place as he kissed you. He was kissing you even harder than he had in the elevator, his touch sending tingles of heat through the material.

Cregan’s lips were hot and demanding, his tongue delving deep into your mouth. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against you, the firm muscles of his chest against your back, as you melted under his kiss. You felt your dress loosen as his hands worked the zipper, sliding it down your body.

As it finally slipped from your body, Cregan drew back to admire the sight of you, standing there with no bra, only lace panties and stockings up to your thighs.

A feral growl left his mouth, the sight making his cock twitch painfully. ‘’Did you plan on killing me tonight?'' he muttered, closing the distance between you again. One hand slid into your hair, his touch gentle yet possessive, while the other gripped a handful of your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. ‘’Because you’re fucking killing me right now.’’

You couldn’t help the grin curling on your lips. His words sent a thrill through your body. You would not have taken him for a lingerie man, but it was good to know.

‘’Don’t worry. I’m not a praying mantis,’’ you said, alluding to how they bit off the head of their mates after mating.

Cregan couldn’t help but laugh at your humor. You were hot and funny?

The bed was unmade from your afternoon nap as you and Cregan fell onto it. He had taken the rest of his clothes off, and his now bare — and hard — cock was rubbing against your panties as his hips rutted against yours. You moaned as you bucked your hips into his, your fingernails scratching down Cregan’s back.

He pulled the crotch of your panties to the side, rubbing the head of his cock on your cunt. The contact made you moan.

‘’I think someone enjoyed the elevator a lot, uh?’’ Cregan teased, feeling how wet you were. Your panties were soaked from your arousal. ‘’Should we try it in the office’s elevator tomorrow?’’ He pushed his tip against your clit, sending jolts up your spine. ‘’Maybe I should fully take you this time? Would you like that, love?’’

The thought of doing something so forbidden made your heart beat faster and your walls clench. It would probably get you both fired. Your boss would never tolerate this kind of inappropriate behavior at the workplace.

“Please, yes,” you gasped out, your legs spreading more for him.

Cregan smirked, continuing his assault on your little bud, pushing his red tip against your clit in slow, deliberate strokes until your legs shook and you came, your back arching off the bed.

Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes for a short second. When you opened them again, you saw Cregan stroking himself before pulling on a condom. Air caught in your throat — shocked — when your eyes fell on his cock. Your assumptions had been right — the man was packing.

And if he knows how to use it, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

He pulled your panties down, not letting you time to recover from your orgasm. You were about to do the same with your stockings, but Cregan stopped you.

‘’Leave them on,’’ he said, rubbing your thighs. ‘’I like it.’’

He turned you over, positioning you on your fours for him, and grabbed your ass before giving it a smack. The sound echoed in the hotel room.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching as Cregan pushed his hair out of his eyes. He locked eyes with you, then lined himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. You whimpered and clung to the sheets as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate him. They say that beauty is pain, but so is a good dick.

‘’You alright?’’ Cregan asked, checking on you.

You gave him a small ‘yes’. Your last Tinder date didn’t bother checking on you before slamming into you. This was an upgrade.

After a moment, your walls no longer clamped around him and Cregan took this as his cue to start moving. He went slow, feeling every inch of his thick cock being squeezed at every deep thrust, eliciting breathy moans from your sweet lips.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good around me. Your sweet cunt’s squeezing me with a vice grip,’’ he praised as grabbed your hips, wishing he had made a move on you a month ago.

If he had, you would not have spent so much alone time with your sparkly pink little helper.

‘’Harder. Fuck me harder,’’ you demanded, pushing back against him. ‘’You're not going to break me.’’

Answering your wishes, Cregan slammed into you and watched as you reeled of pleasure, getting fuck you just like you craved. His pace never once faltered and his cock slid in your cunt so fast all you could do was moan his name and clench the sheets as Cregan left you breathless and helpless, hitting all the right spots.

With a loud shriek you came all over him, your cunt gripping him like a vice, making him moan as he finally came deep inside you — well, into the condom.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

While Cregan was in the shower, washing off the sweat of the day and the smell of sex off him, you pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Baela.

To Baela: You were right about British men. Best. Sex. Ever.

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picklebunbun · 9 months ago

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summary; You've had relationship problems with Ratio, even through your wedding preparations. You weren't even sure if you wanted to get married and you ultimately chose to leave him at the alter because you couldn't take it anymore

﹒🪼| ౨ৎ˚₊‧ | ↪ ; cw ; this is supposed to make you cry, implied? cheating?mentions of emotional relationship neglect, Dr. Ratio is upset in this one, everyone is invited except those stupid fucking losers (Jade and Sparkle), even idrilla is there

๋࣭ ⭑ Dr. Ratio x GN Reader, Modern AU, you/yours pronouns, you will be referred to spouse, no AGAB, reader doesn't specifically have a dress or suit but will be implied as a 'bride' { they walk down the aisle and wear white },

{ angel's notes 🪽; I know I've been gone for a long time, I just started freshman year and everything has been piling on, I'll try to make more updates with requests. This took way too long }

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italics; thinking | bold; yelling

Silence..

You stare at the stained window, you've been meaning to clean it for a while, but just couldn't find the motivation to do so. The candle by your bedside going out, as you stared at the window for what seems to be hours. Completely empty, eyes growing tired as you continue to patiently wait for your fiance ,

mm,,, no,, that word didn't feel quite right

What else are you supposed to call him anyways? You looked down, of course he did it again, he always does this, what's the point of getting married if you don't have enough time for your partner? If this is what commitment looks like,, then I don't want it

It seemed like the educated man was staying home from work, this always happens, what did you expect? It's not like the relationship was supposed to last this long, you weren't even sure if you wanted to get married in the first place, everything just happened too fast, like everything spiraled in one. Why was it in that moment that you felt so sure that this was the path you wanted to choose? Was it how lonely you were? Veritas wasn't a bad lover, but it would've been preferable if he didn't ignore them most of the time, which was because of work. The thing was , you suspected that there was this co-worker, that Ratio often spent time with, had this crush on him. It was this blonde man, with unbelievably beautiful eyes, flamboyant yet extravagant sense of style, he always smelt like a bakery, vanilla with a hint of floral essence. It definitely made you nervous, it was Aventurine, right?

You brought it up with the Greek man, to which he caressed your back and kissed your panic away. It's not like he's a terrible boyf... err.. fiance. He won't cheat, he's not that type of person. He just has a lot going on, that's why he's at work all the time.. but what if it's to see that shorter man, he could be his type, this is so surreal, I can't feel my face, what do I do? What do I do? I just want to go home..

This deep pit in your stomach became more evident as you..

..held him

Told him that you loved him

Kissed him

You put a hand over their mouth, a jittering feeling over-taking you as you felt more sick. Stop deceiving him like this, he's done so much for you, why can't you see that,

This hollow hole rested in your entire being, nothing had any color. In any moment, there could be an intruder and you wouldn't know, just too distracted by your thoughts swallowing them whole. You grasp for your greasy, unkept hair, been meaning to wash it for days but never got to it. Tears swell up as an air bubble gets lodged in the your throat, gasping for air as you try to get over your anxiety attack, neck feeling sore as you continue soaking in your tears. The room was spinning, it set in on how alone everything was, everything was feeling so uncomfortable now, nothing is correct anymore.

"someone help me.."

a meekly voice erupts,

but no one will hear you

The scenery was beautiful, a vibrant orange and purple sunset cascaded over the venue. It was at a ginormous church, freshly polished ivory walls, decorated with gold linings. The roof was painted with cherubs, faint but noticeable. Golden frames make sure to accentuate the oil painting of Mother Mary. An eccentric church, Dr. Ratio would've pegged it to be a catholic institution, to which, as always, he was correct.

Pillars centering towards the pink blossom archway. Herta was there as well, she just wanted to be there to judge everything rather than being emotional support, you looked at Dr. Ratio inspecting everything, he was always so meticulous about these types of buildings. From what you recalled, Veritas used to think that structures with a maximalist style always had something wrong with the actual structure, he always said that they try to hide something behind all the glamour. It was humiliating just looking at him, the priest and betrothed being exchanged glances as Veritas knocked on the girthy, stained glass. It was art of Jesus Christ with two divine servants at his feet, exquisitely crafted. It was just his way to see how thick and secure it was. The whole church must've taken at least 10 years straight to skillfully complete the entire establishment.

You dove your hands in your pockets. The frost biting at your reddening fingertips, fluffy snow covered the car by now, the weather was not suitable for a warm-welcoming wedding, but it was what Veritas wanted, so that is what he got. To be honest, you didn't really do anything for the planning, Ratio just told you to not worry about preparation and to relax, nothing really interesting these days. you can see the glistering, ivory slush on the exterior of the venue. Veritas' co=workers would think that this would be an immensely magnificent place, being tempted to touch everything.

"Veritas, I think the church is fine"

You sigh out, this was getting too awkward for you.

"Hold on, dear"

The woman in purple robes speaks up, talking to you.

"How much did you spend on this alone?"

"You should ask him, he's been the one doing all the planning"

"How come? You didn't want to be involved?"

"Eh,, it's not that, he just didn't want me to help him I guess"

"Did he not trust you?"

"N...no, it's not that, we just fought a lot about it"

"Is it because of the decorations? Did you not want a wedding?"

You feel throw up come up

"No, no, I do want to get married.."

"Are you sure? If I didn't know any better, I would've assumed that you didn't want to get married"

The porcelain soul giggled, and you gave a half-hearted one. You felt your heart sinking as well, remembering that you did indeed have to marry this man, is it too late to back out? That comment made you stare at the floor, nothing on your mind, it took you aback. You felt your muscles getting heavier with each passing second, it didn't help that every minute you spent at this idiotic place was excruciatingly painful.

You felt your nostrils flare from the rapid heating traveling to your face. The major migraine coming through as you re-play the recent scenarios through your head, flying off the handle. How irritating and bothersome,

Can he just hurry up?

Honestly. How long do I have to wait here for?

The church is completely fine!

Why is he being so dramatic!

This is getting so annoying.

JUST HURRY UP

Your fingers tapped the side of your thigh as your jaw clenches, it would've hurt if your weren't acting like a bear with a sore head. The sole of your shoes aggressively drummed against the polished, marble floors. The ache in your brain was getting worse, god, it was insufferable, just like Ratio's tedious need to check everything in place, it's like you can never win! An exasperated groan escaped your lips.

"Veritas, let's go."

"Hold on, [name]"

Seeming to not pay any mind to your tone, since he was basically measuring the elongated, wooden seats, he responded carelessly.

Oh, he's really in it now.

"Let's go."

"In a minute"

Oh my god?!

"Veritas."

"Just wait-"

you grind your teeth as your anger reaches a boiling point

"DAMN IT! RATIO"

His head whips back, pupils shrink as his eyelids widen. Herta looked at you, judgment coursing through her mind, seems like she wasn't all that surprised, but she still let out a little 'yikes'. You crossed your arms against your chest, you were gripping the sides of your arm sleeves, it felt like they were going to rip off. The echo from your shout faded into obscurity, it was the silence that followed after that seemed to be blaring in your ears. The immense space of the Lord’s house was what made your hollering almost deafening, it would be no surprise if outsiders could’ve heard you. Ratio waits for a second before finally getting up, not wanting to aggravate you even further. You see him dust off any soot that remained stuck on his pants, footsteps approach you, indicating that he’s coming closer, he begins to dubiously suggest to exit, whenever you blew a fuse, it was pretty effortless to lash out.

“Alright, then.. let’s go”

"You two can proceed without me, I'll remain here a while longer"

You lumber to the car, Veritas following behind you. Crunchy, thin layers of snow compressed under your foot. Blusterous winds coming at you, gnawing on your nose and cheeks, your thews were getting numb from the frost. Jesus, how do people live in this weather?! While walking, you took the chance to puff on your stinging hands, the numbness leaving your skin. Oh, how you long to place your hand over a fire, pyro flames crackling from the moisture escaping. Ash would be decorated around the fireplace, it give the comforting feeling that you're back home and never have to leave. The heat would engulf you, hugging you as it protects you from the cold. Not even massaging your upper arms would fully reheat you back, Mother Nature was not gentle this season, attacking outsiders vigorously.

Creased brows adorned Veritas' face, a dip was shown between his eyebrows. His crossed arms and the needless stomping of his feet made it apparent that he was getting exacerbated by the previous predicament. The Greek man's upper half was lunging towards the driver's seat. Ratio used to hold the door for you, it was his way of being polite, you would be lying if you didn't have a soft spot for that tiny habit of his, it'd touch your heart. Although, now, he didn't do it,

The audacity..!

Does he know how he already treats me?

And he's the angry one?

Stop throwing a tantrum Ratio.

Ignoring how you behaved wouldn't make you feel better, but you were just so pent up from Veritas' emotional neglect and the constant worrying about that colleague, especially since he's so flirtatious with him.

Agh! It was so distressing just seeing them together,

I just want to wipe that smug look off his face,

worse part is, Ratio invited him to the wedding,

I told him that he makes me uneasy,

I know he's trying to steal Ratio,

why can't he just listen to me?!

You were getting furious again, the way you slammed the car could've made it obvious enough. You two were truly a match made in heaven to be worked up at the same time. Huffing and puffing in your seats while you two look straight ahead, the scorching temperature in your coat along with the feverishness from your wrathful attitude made it unbearable to stay still, it felt like your skin was being pricked with blazing needles. The tension between you two was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, only god knows how this is going to go down.

" What. Was. That."

You mentally sigh,

"How do you mean?"

"The minor altercation you had esteemed with me at the church—might there be a particular rationale for your current discontent, manifesting in such unseemly volumes directed at me?"

"I.. just wanted to go home"

"Are you so pessimistic as to raise your voice in my presence? I think not."

"Ugh.. I don't want to have this conversation with you.."

"You were quite insistent in having vociferously summoned my attention."

"That's because I didn't feel well and wanted to go home!"

"Might you kindly elucidate the matter that troubles you, or shall you indulge in yet another of your temper tantrums?"

"Why are you this agitated about the fact that I asked if we could go?!"

"Screech not asked."

You shriek in rage, you shuffled in your seat as fire boils up to your cheeks. Sweat beads down your forehead from how overwhelmed you were.

"This epitomizes my point, you have retreated like an infant."

"You keep badgering me expecting an answer but sometimes I just don't want to respond because you have this urge to insult me for how I feel!"

"Such a predicament could have been averted had you communicated with me."

"Ratio! You barely have the time to actually listen, it's like I have to beg you to do it! Even when you do, you NEVER listen You're focused on work and not the wedding, which I originally wanted to help with by the way! You're focused on that slutty, blonde co-worker of yours more than your own future spouse, huh?!"

"Aventurine?! Shall we PERSIST in this discourse? I have conveyed to you that there is no intimate relationship between us. What further assurances do you seek? Am I unable to indulge your desires ?!"

"Why are you acting like it's an issue to comfort me?!"

"It's like I constantly have to console you, it never ends with you!"

"Are you kidding me?! Do you know how Aventurine looks at you, oh my Aeons, Veritas! It's like he's eye-fucking you right in front of me!"

"No he doesn't, this is what you do, you blow everything out of proportion, what is happening with you?!"

"Oh, I'm sure you don't know how I feel because you're too busy spending time with that HOMEWRECKER"

"Stop criticizing him with high-school insults , you're acting like a toddler, [Name]!"

"I can't even believe this, you won't ask why I've been changing but you'll immediately point how how I'm complaining about that blonde bimbo?! Do you even care?!"

"Of course I care, but you insulting my dearest friend won't make you feel better"

dearest friend?!

"Really?! Dearest friend?! HAH! Don't make me laugh!"

"Do you want me to brag about you all the time?! Is that what this is?!"

"You sure as hell don't have a problem talking about Aventurine!"

"DEFENDING him is not the same as complimenting"

"All this time we've been arguing, never ONCE have you mentioned how alone I feel, you've just been focused on that whore!"

"Because I don't know what you want me to say, what more can I do, I can't fix your insecurities for you!"

"I'm not asking you to, I just want you to be there for me!"

" There's always something with you, sometimes it's just draining being with you. I just wish for once you could stop dragging everyone down with you, you've become ill, I can't even recognize you! You just spew ignorance just from this conversation!"

...

Your breath hitches, this sense of betrayal hunches over you. Your voice gets caught in your throat, heart pounding as you could hear it thunderously breaking out of your chest. It's like your consciousness was detached from your whole body, you could feel the water works were coming to you. No control over what your brain decides to do, and you feel pain in your hit you square in the gut, no, he was hitting you in the gut. The utter cruelness you had to reach in order to tell your fiance off because they were discussing their feelings was astounding. Oh, how you wish that you could go back to the espresso scented mornings, and shared baths. Why did everything have to turn out this way,

Why did I have to make it this way

Voice shrill as you accidentally let out a tiny cry. You turn your head to view the car window. The sight was not pleasant, it's an eyesore looking at broken down, rusty cars being trapped in snow. Wore down tires stuck to the road from the frost. and beaten-in dents really accentuated how crappy the car is. The ugliest thing by far were the moldy plazas, the signs were growing mysterious brown stains, it looks like it hasn't cleaned in years.

You could feel Veritas' eyes burning in the back o your skull, the worst feeling is knowing that someone's blue in the face by how your coming off, and the most wretched thing about it is that you know that it's most likely entirely your fault.

Hot teardrops run down your cheeks, trying to simultaneously brush them away with your sleeve. It's not like Ratio would reassure you, whenever you end up crying after an argument, he doesn't. He always said how you brought it upon yourself, that you shouldn't have tried to verbally brawl with him if you were going to end up wailing.

I wish I could call mom right now..

"Are you going to call your mother like you always do?"

He deeply exhales at your foolishness,

You look back at him, a glare goes right for him, your eyes were puffy from how your water blobs overpower your eyes' the drainage system. The hell is wrong with this man?

"None of your business."

"That's what you always do anyways I don't even need to ask."

"To hell with you, it must be nice thinking you've won this dispute, everything is just a competition to you, even your own fiance's feelings."

You breathe out a mini "asshole", the ferocity of your anger was shown from how brutally you shut the car door.

This was all a mistake

You weren't supposed to marry him yet

but you can't back out now

what a nasty man...

No no no no no no no no no no no nononononononononono...

It's gone

It's completely gone

I lost it

nonononononononononononononononoNONONONONONO

You were pacing around the room, there was this beautiful golden necklace that disappeared, a thick Singaporean necklace which was plated in diamonds. The center of it all was a beautiful... jade or aventurine gem, You prayed to god that it wasn't an aventurine gem. Despite that, it fit with the jewelry nicely, reflective and a stunning little thing. It was a grim couple of weeks, After that squabble with Veritas, you broke down, it was the late night fretting that really got to you. Fly-aways in your hair became worse, and it was getting really tiring to untangle it every time, it feels like you have to battle with it just to keep it mildly tame.

You placed both your hands on your heartbeat, you couldn't believe this, how did you lose such a treasure in such a short amount of seconds. You've checked EVERYWHERE, under the couch placed in the dressing room, the vanity, the bathroom, behind the potted plants, but nothing. Oh, Aeons, this is the worse, you idiot! how did you lose it this quickly!

Damn it, Ratio is not going to let you hear the end of it

Desperately looking for a sign, something to give you a hint to where it is.

Aeons, please help me..

You've been ready for quite a while, but it was just that one piece that was missing..

AND IT WAS THAT STUPID NECKLACE!

You stumble back, your back calf bumping into the stool seat. You're fingers ravels across your whole face. Is it just you, or is the air getting harder to respire in. Heat flashes overtake you as your blood runs cold. You can hear yourself hyperventilating, wheezes escaping your mouth as you attempt to tranquil yourself. It was hard to exhale in general, each time you felt a puff wander up your esophagus, a sharp, sore pain pricks your nerves. Sweat enclose on your whole body from head to toe, your skin feels extremely sticky, smelling your incredibly slicked hair just from the moisture.

Exceedingly shaky hands try to reach for your ice cold water, contrasting with your heating hands. When the frigid glass met your skin, it startled you, causing you to immediately drop your cup on instinct. Fresh water spilling everywhere, covering decoration pieces and the spotless, clear mirror. You internally curse yourself out before you scream it out,

"SHIT!"

This dramatic gasp was hear, it was you. You try to wipe the water on your expensive outfit, but decided against it. Your enchanting outfit was hand-crafted by Tingyun herself, and she clearly stated that your ivory, platinum attire should not get wet as it would ruin the material. Not really remembering anything after that, all that your brain could muster up was the fox lady making operatic gestures on how absolutely "dangerous" it is to drench the clothing with any fluid.

You can not take that possible risk and ruin the matrimony any longer. This day was just splendid, you have nowhere to wipe your soaked hands, you lost your (almost) husband's vital necklace, and now you're sniffling from the fact that you're about to cry. This day was a mess- no.. maybe it was a sign being wedded was not the ideal situation for your destiny.

I just can't take this anymore,

my makeup is going to get ruined

Aventurine is here

I can't find that damn adornment

I spilt water

I'm just a complete mess..

I.. can't do this anymore..

The trickles of a familiar saline liquid fall down your lashes. Restrained sobs flee from your grasp as you try to stay quiet. Your chest rapidly went up and down, hoping to still your breath, but it didn't work-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

AAAAHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!

You shout

"AH!-"

"[Name]? It's Topaz!"

"Uhm- and Aventurine.."

You grimaced just by the mention of his name,

"Ack! Whatever, are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, we heard you crying"

As if you'd fucking care!

"em.. uh.. yeah.. I'm.. okay.."

It got muted, everything was serene. It gives you a chance to catch your breath and tranquilize your state of mind. You view your trembling hands that wouldn't settle themselves. Perturbed eyes that got more damaged from the high concentration of salt.

"[Name]."

"Yeah..?"

"Please don't lie to me"

...

"Sorry... You guys can come in"

You swiftly swab away your tears, nose sniffling. Your throat felt sticky with the mucus covering it. This uncontrollable throbbing pain was getting more apparent, it was vague but you could still undoubtedly feel it. The blaring illumination from the vanity mirror was just making it worse. It's like a hangover, maddening and agonizing, you have to wait all day until the bothersome migraine flees away.

The door creaks open, this sudden pain shoots through your ears and brain from the mosquito-like noise. Topaz was wearing this beautiful silk dress, flashy but sophisticated, gleaming gold arches on her dress are placed on her rib area. this exquisitely detailed pendant was connected to a shiny, band on her neck. It was all decorated in a French-style.

Topaz had this uneased expression on her face, she rushed her way towards you. The woman didn't have time to pull up a chair, her friend was in distress, and as a bridesmaid, she was determined to drop everything to aid you. Her manicured hand rests on your cheek, it's soft, and strangely comforting.

Aventurine, on the other hand, was standing near the doorway. He had this floral embroidered waistcoat, it was a dusty pink, damn he looked good. Under the vest, a puffy, Ouji dress shirt fit nicely with the rest of the outfit. It was a pristine, pale color, everything about his attire just screamed polished. Reflective, blonde locks were ornamented with blooming hairpieces.

"What happened? Are you nervous about the wedding? Oh, I'm sure Dr. Ratio will think your absolutely gorgeous-"

"-No.. no.. no, it's just that.. I lost this stupid necklace that Veritas gave me. I can't find it anywhere, and I'm scared that he'll get mad at me.."

Topaz and Aventurine exchanged troubled glances.

"Ah... well.. uhm, I'm sure he won't get mad!"

Easy for you to say!

"He'll only get mad if you don't tell him early on"

Oh, I'm sure you'd know, Aventurine.

"Right! We should tell him now!"

..What

"W.. What?! No!"

"Don't worry it'll be fine! If you tell him right now then you won't have to worry after! I'll be back!"

"Wait! Topaz!"

You reach out to pull her back, but her wrist disappears before you can even touch it. Topaz picks a bit of her dress up so her heels wouldn't trap it, it was a floor-length, dark, barbie pink, it was also provided by Tingyun, for free at that.

There was this mortified look on your face, your eyelids were expansive. The world was crumbling right before you, ready to get faced with Veritas' disastrous fury. Lava would be swarming over you if he found out, Aeons, he'd be so inflamed with you.

My life is so over.

Your heart was going up your esophagus, you can feel it pulsing with all it's power. Your organs can feel the impending doom coming up, your stomach was bubbling, your lungs were rapidly gasping for air, your brain was panicking, all these scenarios were running through your head.

Your head was down, you can't even look at him, you'd just turn into a pitiful goop on the floor, stuck to it for eternity. Aventurine was still in the room, unsure of what to do. He had the idea that you did despise the very existence of him, so he wasn't sure if he should even dab your skin with his velvet glove.

You hear heels clacking

she's coming back, and with Ratio, you presume

Oh no

Are you going to vomit or burp

Either way something's coming up

"Topaz, what was so urgent that you had to rush me over to my future spouse's dressing room"

huh.. ?

"It's just something important!"

You can hear a snort come up, it seemed to be Aventurine.

What's so funny, Aventurine.

"What's so funny, Aventurine?"

"Just the new 'sunglasses' you have, they really fit you, Doctor~"

He purrs at Dr. Ratio, what the hell is wrong with him?!

He's basically making ou- wait what? Sunglasses?

You pick your head up

what the?!

There it was, Topaz, on her tippy toes, her hands barely reaching his eyebrows. Her whole body was strained just to cover his eyes. It seemed like Ratio had to bend his knees a bit just so she had an easier time.

"Topaz, please uncover my eyes"

"No can do! You can't see them before the wedding, it's bad luck!"

I think this whole ceremony is an indication of bad luck

You hear Veritas sigh

"What's the problem that was so critical for me to hear"

Topaz gestures for you to say it, her eyes beaming bright, and a supportive smile dousing her lips.

uhm..

"Uh.. uhm.."

"Hm?"

"Uhm.."

...

"I might've lost the necklace you gave me..."

"Dear, I can't hear you if you speak so quietly"

"I.. lost the necklace.."

"What?"

"I lost the.. necklace you gave me..:

"."

...

"Excuse me?"

Ouhhh....

"I.. uhm.."

"What is wrong with you?! Do you just lose everything that I give you?!"

Your head immediately perks up to look at him.

"It was just a-"

"[Name], I give you a necklace ESPECIALLY for YOU to wear. How. Do. You. Lose. It."

"I did have it, you don't have to yell at me!"

"CLEARLY, not since you just somehow lost it, how insolent do you have to be"

"ok, Doctor-"

"Not now, Aventurine."

"You make enough money to buy a second one, It's not like I lost it on purpose!"

"It's not that, it's the fact that you're so FORGETFUL that you just misplace ANYTHING I give you. You have to be more responsible I can't KEEP HOLDING YOUR HAND"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

The Doctor rips Topaz's hands of his face

"Ratio!-"

"It seems that you didn't lose your phone, what? Are you gonna call your mom again?!"

"Why do you keep bringing her up?!"

"Because, you ALWAYS RUN from your problems"

"I DON'T RUN, YOU'RE JUST NEVER THERE"

"THIS AGAIN, HONESTLY, STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD"

...

"..."

".. I'm going back, get ready."

"..."

You can hear his formal, polish, black leather shoes tromp on the floor, and even louder was the thunderclap following the door slam. You flinched, now hyper-aware of everything, it's like your lungs were feebly inhaling, hands cupped up as they were placed upon your chest. Little sharp coughs release the ache in your throat walls, a corrosive feeling in your eyes weren't as tormenting as the images of Ratio's expressively wrathful face.

Low sobs were getting muffled from the seclusion of your hands. Your back was hunched, legs pressed together tightly, like sardines. It's like someone punched the air right out of you, making it difficult to breathe through your blubbering, messy breakdown.

"Oh, geez, uhm- here, [Name]"

You could hear Topaz's fancy heels making their way towards you. She lifts your head up and leisurely wipes your tears away with a soft, cotton tissue.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's going to be okay. He's just stressed because it's his big day. Before you know it, everything will end up perfect, this is just a little hiccup, you'll be okay"

"Oh, shoot.. make sure their make-up doesn't get ruined.."

Aventurine makes his way over to you, he dabs your cheeks with his finger to fix your blush.

"You look so beautiful, [Name]"

"Yeah, Ratio will realize how pretty you are"

"Hey, do you think the church would know if a cherub figure was missing?"

"Depends on how big it is"

"It's pretty tiny, it so pretty though, I just want to snatch it up!"

muffled

Aeons, they're so annoying

Could you just stop talking

Stop touching my face.

Stop touching my hair.

Stop it,

Stop it, stop it,

StopstopstopstopstopstopstopstOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP IT STOP IT I DON'T LIKE THIS

"CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!"

The duo's hands abruptly pause. trembling hands reach your face, feeling your wet cheeks, Your whole body was shuddering from the aggravation coursing through your body. You can feel your entire head tottering uncontrollably, hot flashes coming in and out.

"Wh-"

"I just can't,,,- do this anymore!"

You shove their hands away as you rose up from your seat, your leg bulldozing the seat out of the way, almost tripping on the way to the bathroom.

"Wait! Are-"

SLAM

...

Wedding bells ring, piercing through your ears. This church was aged, the bells were still intact, the workers were taking special care of this long-lived building. It was a truly magnificent venue, as elegant as Dr. Ratio, or, at least his tastes. The perfume of the bouquet was infiltrating your nostrils,

EVERYONE was invited, even idrila, which was who Argenti was looking for, anyone could see that rose-headed knight searching around. His armor was getting noisy, irritating the guests. Topaz was a bridesmaid, and Screwllum was the best man, right by the groom's side. Clara was the most excited, other than Ratio, she was a flower girl. Pink, sparkly, blossoming mini-heels, they weren't the cheap princess ones that toddlers usually get for their birthday party, but instead made of the most intricate crystals. Her dress was completely pink with a blinging gemstone tiara to match her curly up-do.

It was a full house, something that made you nervous. You didn't feel your best, or looked your best, this contagious feeling of suspense was pulling you back. Oh no, this isn't what you wanted, this isn't what you should have.

You found the damned necklace, you should be thrilled that you discovered it. You should be cheerful that you're going to finally marry this man.

You should be..

But you're not.

You were devoid of any happiness, the sight of his face makes you sick. Even worse, the sight of him with that enchantress makes you get more ill. Veritas isn't the right one, you should've said something a long time ago.

Your legs unconsciously move back,

You have to walk the aisle

Oh Aeons, the music's starting

You have to stay

You have to move, this isn't how you'll live you're life

You don't deserve this anymore

Move

MOVE

All of a sudden, The carnations and roses got launched on the floor, the petals falling off. Such exquisiteness shouldn't merit such treatment, but neither should you. Your back slouched, like someone gagging over a sink, knees buckled. Sweat beading in your forehead, hands vigorously gripping that stupid necklace.

Diamonds falling everywhere, little thuds appearing on the red carpet.

Veritas' huffed out some frustration, fixing his collar. Today was supposed to be perfect, but he ruined it by squalling at his fiance. How stupid could he honestly be, it was really just a necklace, not even a valuable heirloom. He had to confess, he was a little tense from the amount of people present. Ratio was never the uneasy one, it was usually you, he just spewed pride, whether it was his intelligence or his body. Even worse, you were most likely disturbed from how he treated you.

He mentally facepalms himself from how idiotic he was being. The Grecian has noticed your deteriorating psychological state, he shouldn't have triggered it any longer.

The man noticed everyone rubbing their arms, he should've turned on the heater. It was terribly frigid, icicles could form inside the church if they wanted to. Normally, Veritas wouldn't even notice how chilly it was, always setting the thermostat 60 or below. You used to reprimand him, complaining about that he lives with another person and how he should stop changing it to a frosty temperature.

However, he was amazingly stubborn, so he continued doing it. In the winter, it was a nuisance to deal with. It was so fatiguing tackling the heavy snow and dense ice off your tires so your car could move, and it was worse coming home to a house that was the same degree as Antarctica.

Silly bickers would arise from it, but no matter how many disputes you two had, it seemed that the scholar would rather that than even consider raising the thermostat. It's not like it was that alone

Every single time, his hardheadedness got the best of him, and he'd only be left with nobody but himself

Dr. Ratio saw how queasy Topaz and Aventurine were. First of all, the blonde man was rubbing his neck and keep messing with his watch, Topaz eyes darted everywhere, she tapped her foot on the ground rapidly.

Huh, it seems like the ceremony was about to begin

Ratio fixed himself up as much as he could.

,,,

It seemed like you were a little late.

...

Uh..

Everyone immediately looked at the man.

The worst was true to come.

You weren't there.

He looks at Topaz,

She looks back, a petrified look appears on her face,

He looks at Aventurine,

This surprised look appears on his face.

Oh no,

Ratio finally realized

You were gone

and so was your mother.

A few gasps were heard, everyone knew what happened

Veritas rushes behind the marble doors, it was extreme in weight, but no match for Ratio

All he saw, was a broken necklace and a destroyed bouquet on the floor.

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