#but I shall begrudgingly continue

[prozacthewizard]

ngl you guys... skipping season 9 is sounding reeeeaaal good rn

[angstysebfan]

Was It A Mistake - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Fem Reader Chapter Summary: You and Bucky broke up but still remained friends. When you go on a shopping trip with your best friend, you learn a devastating thing. Warnings: Angst (duh its me lol), Arguments

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You punch the punching bag in a series of combinations. Sweat dripping from your head and y/h/c hair. You’re the only one in the gym right now, but you knew that would change. You had a standing sparing appointment with your favorite super soldier.

Everyone in the tower thought it was weird that you and Bucky remained such good friends. You both dated for 3 years, and were hot and heavy. You realized the last six months, of your relationship, Bucky was pulling away from you. It broke your heart; so you decided distance yourself also, in preparation of him breaking up with you. You couldn't take the stress of waiting for him to break it off, so you begrudgingly did it. It completely killed you, but he didn't seem ultimately ruined, and you both decided to continue just being friends.

You were nervous that it would be awkward, but it wasn’t. You were just happy he was still in your life. You know you still loved him, but sometimes that's not enough. You were obviously not enough. That thought runs through your mind as you punch. You shake your thoughts from your head as you heard the gym doors close behind you.

“Tiring yourself out before I even get a chance to beat you fairly, doll?”

You turned around and see Bucky walking over the the bench to place his water and towel down. He's wearing navy blue basketball shorts that hung perfectly low on his hips, and as usual, no shirt. You couldn’t help admire the beautiful specimen in front of you.

“Ha, just warming up Buck. Don’t worry, I still have enough energy to kick your ass!” You yell, while pulling the tape off your hands.

You grab your towel and water and walk over to him, drinking and wiping your sweat.

He laughed, “Whatever you say. Shall we?” He asked walking toward the sparring mats.

After 30 minutes, and Bucky taking you out for the 5th time, you gave up. He offered his hand to help you get up. “One day… I’ll get you down… mark my words.” You say through your panted breath.

Bucky laughed. “Can’t wait.”

You both walk over the bench to grab a drink. You wipe your face with your towel when you hear the doors to the gym. Nat walks over to you both. “Hey guys!” She says smiling. 

“Hey Nat, you still up for shopping later?” you ask.

“Absolutely! Meet me in the common room at 1?” She asks.

You nod as you take a drink. You start walking out of the gym when you notice Nat and Bucky give each other knowing smirk and whispering to each other. It makes you feel uneasy, but ignore it as you head out to shower.

–

Later that day, you and Nat are shopping at the local mall. You sit outside the changing room as Nat tries on a new red dress. She comes out and looks in the mirror, turning at different angles to admire herself. You can’t help but notice how gorgeous she is. The dress fits her curves perfectly.

“Oh Nat, you definitely need to get that!” You say with a smile.

“Yeah, I think I will. It will be absolutely perfect.” She said as she turns and looks over the shoulder to see how it looks.

“Perfect for what?” You ask.

Nat looks at you through the mirror. You can see she looks… nervous? She turns toward you and gives you a small smile. “Bucky asked me out on a date. We've been hanging out a lot lately, and we wanted to finally give dating a try.”

Your jaw and stomach dropped. You can already feel the tears forming, but you internally yell at yourself to keep it together. You knew you weren't good enough. You would never be enough! You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, willing the tears to disappear. When you open you see Nat still looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

“U-uh, wow! I, um, I-I didn’t know you guys… were…were talking.”

You cringe at your shaking voice. Nat looks at you with minimal sympathy in her eyes, which pisses you off. You didn't understand how this happened. Nat knew what happened between you and Bucky, as she was your best friend. You confided in her about everything, including that you are still in love with him. And now you learn she has been moving in on him and they are going on a date?!

“It wasn’t a planned thing. I swear, and I'm sorry I didn’t tell you. I know should've, but I’m…” She trails off, looking down at her hands. You have never seen her look so nervous. 

“You’re what, Natalia?” You say slowly standing, getting angrier.

She looks at you. “I’m falling for him, hard. And he told me that he's falling for me too.”

She might as well had slapped you in the face. You grab your bags without saying another word and left. You ignore her calls for you. You finally let the tears come down your face as you head out to grab a cab to head back to the tower. 

-

You try to control yourself as you ride the elevator up to the residential floors of the tower. As soon as you walk out, you see him with a concerned look on his face. You figured Nat called him and told him what happened, but you couldn’t deal with him right now. Just looking at him caused the tears to come down. You quickly turn and head to your room.

“Y/N, please. Don’t run away from me,” You hear him call.

You try and outrun him, but he was so much faster. Before you even got a chance to close the door, he pushed his way into your room.

“Get out!” You scream.

He looks devastated. You've never yelled at him, even when you guys fought when you were together. “Y/N, please. Talk to me,” he begs.

He was so confused by your reaction. You're the one who broke his heart. He was ready to marry you and then was told that you wanted to end things with him. It crushed him, so he distanced himself, hoping to ease the pain. You eventually did end it, and asked to be friends. He didn’t fight it because he was hoping you would change your mind. He has been miserable for months, pretending to be friends with you, when all he wanted is to be with you.

Nat helped him by being there and listening to him whine about how much he missed you. He opened up to her about feeling like he wasn't enough, and she showed him that he was enough for her. He couldn’t help but start developing feelings. Nat was the only one who knew how he felt about you, but is still willing to try with him. Willing to help him move on from you.

“Please….” he whispered, on the verge of tears.

A sob escapes your lips. “Buck… why? Why Nat? Why my best friend?”

You knew it didn’t matter who he was dating, but you needed to know why her. He shook his head, sniffing. 

“When you broke up with me, I-I was miserable. I didn’t know what to do. Nat was there, and she let me confide my feelings to her. As time went on, I started to develop feelings. I…. I didn’t think you would care! You didn’t want to be with me! You were the one who wanted to be friends! I’m sorry, but I didn't think you'd care," he said the last part in a whisper as he silently cried.

You were confused as you took in what he said. He was miserable? I broke his heart? He didn't want to break up? He confided in Nat, while you also confided in Nat? You look at him in shock. He was confused by your reaction. 

“I… I don’t understand. You became distant, which is why I broke up with you. I thought you didn’t want me anymore; that I wasn't enough for you. I thought us being friends was better than losing you all together.” You said. Bucky stares at you confused. “Nat… Nat talked to you about us?” You asked, and Bucky silently nodded. 

Betrayed. That was the word that went through your mind. Your so-called best friend knew that both you and Bucky still loved each other, but kept it quiet so she could take him. You couldn’t believe it! Bucky obviously didn’t realize what was happening either.

“I…. I need to think.” Bucky said, leaving you alone in your room.

You couldn’t move. All you kept thinking was that there was miscommunication somewhere between you and Bucky, and neither of you actually wanted to break up. Nat knew this, but kept it quiet and made a move on Bucky. But why did Bucky become distant in the first place? There are so many questions in your head that you can barely think straight. You had to get to the bottom of this, somehow.

One thing you already know is, Nat back stabbed you. You will never forgive her for this.

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Part 2

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[kaminokatie]

Feelings || Kylo Ren

Synopsis - After first meeting you, Kylo Ren can't get you out of his mind. After the First Order Ball, Kylo takes you back to your quarters.

Warnings -NSFW.

Word Count - 3.1k.

[Caffeinate Me]

You were General Hux’s personal assistant, you had been for the last four months now. He had decided that he needed some help with paperwork and had elected you for the role. Your duties stemmed far from paperwork though; you helped plan battles and all sorts. You were currently bent over Hux’s office table, pointing at a map of the galaxy when the door had opened behind you. You stood up and straightened your back, looking at the intruder. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Came the modulated voice of Kylo Ren from underneath his mask. 

You gulped and shook your head. “Not at all, Mr Ren.” Despite knowing who he was, this was your first time meeting the infamous force user. 

Kylo’s head snapped in Hux’s direction as he cleared his throat. “The Supreme Leader wishes to see you, General Hux.” 

“He does?” Hux asked. A speck of fear shone in his eyes, but he gulped and nodded. “Of course.” He said his goodbyes quickly before exiting the room, leaving you alone with Kylo Ren. 

There was an awkward silence between the two of you as you rolled up the map of the galaxy and placed it underneath your arm. You were about to excuse yourself when Kylo spoke. “What’s your name?” 

You looked startled for a second, looking around the room to make sure he was definitely talking to you. “My name is Y/N L/N,” you replied, trying to sound confident in yourself. 

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he mused, walking further into the room. “What is it you do?” 

“I’m General Hux’s personal assistant,” you responded. “I help do paperwork and also go as far as planning some of the battles.” 

Kylo hummed. “That will be why I haven’t seen you around at all then. Hux must be keeping you all to himself.” You couldn’t help but blush at his statement pondering, for what reason you weren’t sure. There was more silence as you continued to clear up your things from the desk. “How long have you been working with the General?” He asked, walking up to you slowly. His lightsaber was swinging by his side with every step he took and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by his large presence. 

“A few months,” you looked over your shoulder at his cracked mask. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr Ren?” You asked suddenly once your things were cleared away. 

He shook his head. “No. I don’t believe there is.” 

You nodded in response. “Well if that’s the case I shall head out and get to doing some paperwork.” 

“Of course,” Kylo replied. He watched as you walked out of the room carrying your things by your side. He knew that his mind would be plagued by you for weeks to come. 

Since that day Kylo had been seeing you everywhere. If Hux was around then so were you, by his side. Tonight was the night of the ‘First Order Ball’. This was a simple yet elegant ball put together by General Hux and yourself for all the members of the First Order to celebrate the most recent successes across the galaxy. Kylo had begrudgingly agreed to attend - to show his mask for a while before leaving. Although this was a formal event, Kylo wore his usual attire; a mask to cover his face and completely covered from head to toe in all black. As soon as he stepped into the ship’s main room, his eyes landed on your form. You were tucked away in the corner, of course with General Hux by your side, chatting with colleagues and sipping on your alcoholic beverage. Your elegant black dress, paired with black flats, flattered your frame perfectly and Kylo felt his mouth run dry at the sight. Kylo felt his eyebrow raise underneath his mask as General Hux’s arm wrapped around your waist. Were you two a couple or something? He didn’t even know why he cared so much, but he did. 

Kylo felt a lump form in his throat as he found himself walking over to you, his feet seemingly moving on their own. His presence was noticed by most as he approached you and your group of colleagues and as soon as Hux realised he was there, he retracted his arm from around your waist and stood to attention. 

“Good evening Mr Ren,” you said, a polite smile gracing your lips.

Kylo felt his heart skip a beat as you addressed him. “It’s nice to see you. Y/N, was it?” He asked. Of course he remembered your name, he just wanted to act ‘cool’. 

“That’s right,” you grinned with a nod. “It’s nice to see you too, Sir.” 

“Ren,” Hux said sternly, his eyes boring into the masked man’s frame. “I didn’t expect you to show up.”

Kylo looked at you and smiled underneath the mask before responding, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You blushed at his words and looked down at your feet before sipping at your drink once more. The night continued with laughter, dancing and of course, drinking. You could feel the alcohol coursing through your veins as the night went on, your vision becoming more and more blurry with each drink you downed. Kylo stood by your side, watching you without saying a word. He was just enjoying being in your presence. As the night came winding down, more and more people were leaving the ball to go to bed. Eventually it was just you, Hux and Kylo standing in the large empty room. 

“I’d say that was a success,” you slurred, placing down your last glass of wine on a table. 

“A success indeed,” Hux replied. “Are you feeling okay Y/N? You’ve had quite a lot to drink.”

You threw your hands in the air and grinned. “I feel fantastic.” 

Kylo couldn’t help but smile underneath his mask at your drunken silliness but Hux was unbothered. “You should really go to bed,” Hux said sternly. “We still have a job to do tomorrow. Come, I’ll take you to your room.” 

Kylo placed a menacing hand on Hux’s shoulder to stop him from grabbing your arm. “I’ll take her,” his modulated voice came. “I’m heading back to my quarters anyway.” 

Hux pursed his lips but nodded. “Fine.” 

“Come Y/N,” Kylo said, holding out a gloved hand to you. You continued to grin and clumsily took his hand, skipping out of the room. Hux watched with disdain as you dragged Kylo out of the room, leading him to your quarters. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” You eventually asked Kylo as you made your way down the halls. 

“It was… tolerable,” Kylo replied, his eyes glued to your form as you continued to skip down the halls. Your hand was still firmly grasped in his. “I enjoyed it more than I thought I would if I’m being honest.” 

You smiled widely. “I’m glad.” The rest of the walk, or in your case skipping, was done in silence. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you reached your quarters. You squeezed Kylo’s hand before letting go and pressing your back against your bedroom door.  “This is me.” Kylo hesitated for a moment, but you just smiled at him and whispered in a seductive voice, “would you like to come in?” 

Kylo was slightly taken back by your sudden forwardness and his eyes widened. Despite this, he still felt himself nod his head in agreement. You opened the door to your room and stumbled in, Kylo following closely behind. Once you were both in your quarters, you closed the door with your foot and stumbled further into the room. Kylo’s eyes followed your form as you began to unzip your dress. His mouth ran dry as he watched your bare back come into his view as your dress slipped down onto the floor. You looked over your shoulder at him and smirked, stepping out of your dress that was now pooled at your ankles. “What are you doing?” Kylo asked, trying his hardest not to stutter. 

“Getting undressed,” you slurred. You kept your back to Kylo as you picked your dress up off the floor and threw it in the washing basket in the corner of your room. His eyes stared at the plump of your ass through your lace underwear as you bent over and he felt his cock harden at the sight. Kylo was so far in a trance he hadn’t noticed you had turned around and were staring at him with folded arms covering your bare breasts. “See something you like?” You asked cockily, swaying from side to side. 

Kylo’s hands gripped into fists by his side as he fought off the thoughts in his mind. You were drunk, so drunk, and he was sober. He couldn’t do this, but by all the God’s in the world did he want to. Ever since he first met you, Kylo had been unable to get you out of his mind and now you were standing in front of him, almost completely naked, clearly putting the moves on him. “You’re drunk,” he finally spoke up. 

“So?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Your arms dropped to your sides revealing your perfect tits and Kylo felt his resolve break. He was nothing but a weak man in a mask. “I’m not a force user, but I sense that you want me,” you whispered seductively as you walked up to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and stood on your tiptoes to whisper where his ear would be had he not had the mask on. “I want you too.” 

Almost immediately, Kylo pushed you onto the large bed behind you. You fell backwards with an ‘oof’ leaving your lips as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled, climbing on top of you. You could feel his hardened cock beneath his trousers push against your leg and you let out a soft whine at the feeling. Kylo let his hands roam around your body, stopping at your breasts as he began to knead them desperately. “Since I first met you all those weeks ago, I’ve been unable to get you out of my fucking mind.” You said nothing but whimpers as his gloved hands played with your nipples, forcing them to pucker up. “Your body is so beautiful.” He was enjoying playing with your tits as if they were toys, but his painfully hard cock was begging for some sort of relief. Kylo grinded himself against your thighs, soft gasps leaving his lips and coming through the modulator like music to your ears. You felt yourself beginning to sober up, desperate for more. 

“Touch me,” you whimpered. 

“I am,” Kylo replied, his hands still playing with your breasts and nipples. 

“Not there.”

“Then where?” 

“Here,” you whispered, grabbing his hands and leading them down to your clothed cunt. Kylo sucked in a breath as he touched the lace of your underwear, fingers dancing under the waistband. You stared into the eyeholes of his mask, knowing he was staring back at you as he slipped a finger inside of you. You couldn’t help but let out a soft little moan and bite your lip as he began his movements inside of you. With a few more thrusts he inserted a second finger into you, stretching you open deliciously. “Mr Ren,” you whimpered out. 

“Call me Kylo,” he replied, biting his own lip as he stared at you. The faces you were making were pushing him over the edge. Kylo needed to be inside of you. He withdrew his fingers from you and fumbled with the belt of his cloak before letting it drop to the floor. You could see the outline of his muscles through his tight clothing and you truly realised how big he actually was. As you stared at him, mouth hung open, Kylo took off the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked: cock standing to attention. He was leaking pre-cum already. 

He went to take off his mask but you stopped him in his tracks, “don’t,” you whispered. “I don’t want to see who I’m fucking just yet…” 

Kylo tilted his head to the side in confusion but nodded. “As you wish.” 

He climbed on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, Kylo slowly pushed inside of you inch by inch, your eyes widening as he bottomed out inside of you. He went to move but you shook your head, “give me a second,” you whimpered. Kylo nodded and kept himself still for a little while longer, allowing you to adjust to his large length. After a few moments, you finally nodded. “O-Okay, you can move.” Kylo retracted his cock from your sopping cunt before ploughing himself back in, his movements starting off rough already. He couldn’t get enough of your warm wetness enveloping him, his cock already threatening to explode as you clenched around him. Your sweet moans filled the room, head spinning from the alcohol in your body and the pleasure that was filling your senses. It was all too much. 

Kylo’s hips thrusted against yours, soft moans leaving his lips with each movement he made. His hands were located on either side of your head, bunching at the sheets below. “You’re so tight,” Kylo groaned, his movements slowing down slightly. You blushed at his words, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling his torso closer to yours. Your breasts pushed against his bare chest, bouncing with each painfully hard thrust. “Gods I’ve wanted this from the second I saw you.” 

You couldn’t talk. You were being fucked dumb. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, moaning shamelessly as his words hit your ears. “More,” you whimpered out. Kylo happily obliged, his thrusts speeding up once more. He pulled out of you completely before slamming back into you a few times, forcing you to let out a little scream of pleasure. “I’m going to cum!” You cried out, your orgasm bubbling in your gut. Within seconds, you were coming undone on his cock. Gushing over his length as he continued to rock into you. 

“Oh fuck,” Kylo gasped, his own release prematurely spilling out of the tip of his cock as your walls fluttered around him. His hips stuttered as he continued to cum deep inside of you, muffled groans coming through his voice modulator. As his hips slowed down to a halt, your breathing became more shallow as you came down from your own high. “I’m sorry.. I-I couldn’t help it,” he whispered. His intimidating demeanour changing to one of a vulnerable man.

“Hey,” you grinned. “It’s okay. It was amazing.” He pulled out of you with a pop and rolled over, laying on his back and seemingly staring at the ceiling. He didn’t respond to you, after all, he was slightly embarrassed. “Can I… See your face now?” You asked shyly. 

Kylo sat up, staring in your direction. “Are you sure?” He asked. His heart was beating rapidly both out of nerves and from the activity you had just done. You just nodded. Kylo sighed and lifted his hands up to remove his mask. His face came into your view: he was extremely handsome, more handsome than you ever imagined. Too handsome to be hiding his face under such a mask. His black hair was wavy and was slicked to his face with sweat and his brown eyes avoided your gaze. 

“Hey, look at me,” you whispered, using your finger to direct his face to yours. “What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“I don’t know,” was all he replied. 

“Don’t worry about anything,” you cooed. 

He gazed into your eyes and silence fell upon you once more. All that could be heard was both of your breathing echoing off the walls of the room. Eventually, Kylo spoke again. “I probably should have asked you this before but… you and Hux… Are you two together?” 

Your eyes widened in surprise and you couldn’t help but laugh slightly. You shook your head, “no. No we’re not.” 

“You’re very close,” Kylo mumbled. His voice was deep without the modulator, you thought it was music to your ears before, but now it was a symphony. 

“I’m his personal assistant, I have to be,” you chuckled.

“Be my personal assistant,” Kylo said quickly and without thinking. He didn’t even need a personal assistant, he just couldn’t bear the thought of you being around Hux more than him. 

“I don’t know about that,” you grinned. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate very much with you around.” Kylo sighed but nodded his head in understanding. He wanted to attempt to persuade you, but he knew that you wouldn’t budge on the situation. You were comfortable where you were. 

You stared at his lips as he thought deeply. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now. To seal your night with a passionate kiss, but you didn’t want to intrude. “Do you maybe want to do that again?” Kylo asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer. 

You smiled widely and nodded. “I’d very much like to do this again.” 

Kylo smiled weakly at you and moved to dangle his long legs off the edge of the bed. “I should probably get back to my quarters.” 

“No!” You said quickly, holding your hand out to his shoulder in an attempt to stop him from moving. “Stay with me tonight. I won’t tell anybody, I promise.” 

“You really want me to stay here tonight?” He asked. You just nodded. “I guess I can stay,” he said, suddenly smiling at you. 

“Come to sleep with me,” you said, tugging on his arm and pulling him under the covers next to your naked body. Kylo settled in beside you, wrapping his arm around your form. He placed a kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were content in this moment and never wanted it to end. 

“I like you alot Y/N,” Kylo muttered as you began to drift off to sleep. 

“I like you too Kylo,” you mumbled, half asleep. Within seconds, you were snoring lightly which made Kylo chuckle slightly, being careful not to wake you. He hoped that you wouldn't regret this when you woke up next to him in the morning, that you meant what you said when you told him you wanted to do this again, but only time would tell. For now, Kylo closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep, possibly the best sleep he had had in a long time. Consequences be damned, he liked you and you liked him. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful. 

[houseforwhores]

𝟏𝟒 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | billy loomis x reader

a/n: all i can say is sorry. this is part 2 to 7 minutes in heaven.

💌: @lostgirlsinofgluttony

warnings: drinking, pinv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, language, fingering.

word count: 2684

you guys were sitting around the table again. you tried to regulate your emotions after the occurrence in the closet. you were now seated between billy and randy. the order always, seem to be changing. you were thankful not to have been thrown back into the closet just yet. it was sidney's turn to spin the bottle, the group watched in anticipation of who the bottle would land on.

"oh!" a blush painted sidney's cheeks as she bowed her head, the bottle landed on tatum. "should i spin again?"

"no! that's cheating." stu grinned, pointing his finger accusingly.

"c'mon sid," tatum said extending her hand to sidney as she stood up, a smile playing on her lips.

everyone stood up, following the giggling pair of girls to the closet. sidney looked back to billy for reassurance, billy offered a shrug then a nod, with that sidney smiled and turned back to tatum.

"okay, let's do this."tatum said pulling sidney into the dark closet.

"welp. seven minutes to go. y/n set the timer." randy spoke, you begrudgingly listened walking back to the living room where you were sitting before. you picked up the timer, turning the dial to the seven minute marker. you sat down, which was followed by stu sitting down on your left, and randy on your right, billy was across from you again.

"randy. truth or dare?" stu asked as he threw his arm around you.

"dare," randy answered quickly

"okay loser. i dare you to tell y/n what you did last weekend," stu said, his grin covering most of his face. you turned your head to look at stu, a confused look on your face, wondering what he was talking about.

"are you talking about when we all went skinny dipping?" you asked your head cocking to the right a bit.

"don't worry, doll, randy here will fill you in," stu chuckled you turned your head back to randy now interested in what he did.

"uhm. well you know..uh.." randy stumbled over his words before he looked to billy who was just watching him a maniacal grin on his face. "while you uhm- you were in the water and i stole your panties."

he had rushed his words out, but they weren't too fast you still understood what he had said. your mouth dropped as your eyes squinted before you balled your fist punching him in his shoulder.

"you fucking pervert!" you shouted, you weren't livid, but you were upset, you only had a miniskirt on that day, and after swimming in that cold lake water you could've used your underwear to keep you warm. billy and stu were laughing hard, their hands clutched their stomach as their muscles strained. you watched billy as he laughed, he seemed care free, you had to admit you liked seeing him so nonchalant.

"i'm sorry! i thought it'd be idk.. funny? i'm sorry! really! do you want them back- i can-" randy began before you cut his verbal onslaught short.

"randy. no." you shook your head, reaching for your beer to take another swig. "burn 'em."

"anyways, let's just continue the game shall we?" billy asked, attempting to tame his laughter.

"okay. y/n, i dare you to look at billy," randy said, you looked at billy again your eyes locking with his, you picked up your beer taking a swig of the carmel colored liquor before realizing that wasn't the end of your dare. "and tell him in detail.. what you and stu did in the closet."

before you could control it, your beer spewed through your lips and onto billy, his crotch area becoming soaked with the golden liquid.

"shit! billy i'm so sorry!" your words were rushed as you looked around for something to clean up your mess, you grabbed the hand towel that was on the edge of the coffee table.

rushing around dropping to your knees beside him you swiped the cloth against his pants, a few times getting as much liquid off his jeans as you could. after the first few swipes any swipe after was futile, all the liquid you could get out had been soaked into the cloth of his jeans. however you were determined to make his pants dry as possible but you realized how quiet everyone was, your hand wiped over billy's crotch again, this time you felt his dick throbbing, at full attention. you gasped pulling your hands back.

"i- i-" your eyes shut tight as a blush crept onto your face.

"i think you missed a spot." stu said pointing at the bulge growing in billy's pants, the warmth crept across your cheeks as you anchored yourself using billy's legs to stand up, you made your way back to your seat.

"damn, y/n i didn't know you were such a tease," billy teased biting his lip

"shut it, billy." you quipped, returning to your spot between stu and randy.

"don't be a prude y/n," randy joked, his elbow bumping yours.

"oh, she's no prude, far from it." stu said, his lip pulled between his lip as he stared at you, the gears turning behind his eyes.

"oh really? i'd love to hear about it.. that was your dare wasn't it?" billy chided, you looked at him, collecting your bearings, you smirked at him, leaning forward, you motioned your fingers for him to do the same, you pressed your lips to his ear.

"what happens in the closet, stays in the closet," you whispered before kissing his ear.

"okay enough," stu grimaced, grabbing your hips and tucking you into his side. billy shook his head back and forth.

"she's not yours stu," billy said, almost sounding like a reminder

"well, i beg to differ-" stu said indifferently

"what's that supposed to mean?" billy asked his head tilting slightly

"well it means it's my seed spilling out of her rn and 'not yours'" stu said matter-of-factly, letting his shoulders drop.

"stu-" you said, your tone scolding.

"oops, that was supposed to be our dirty little secret wasn't it? i'm sorry doll." stu said pulling you in closer, as you broke away from him, the timer rang.

"you're such an ass stu," you said making your way to the closet. you turned the lock before knocking on the door.

"hey you guys, times up, are you decent?" you asked stepping back to lean against the wall, sidney came out of the closet first, her once pink lipstick now smudged to the corner of her mouth, her hair a bit frizzy with fly aways.

"uh yeah, we're uh-" sidney said unable to hide her blush, you walked forward, you wiped the lipstick off the corner of her mouth and helped fix her hair as she giggled relentlessly.

"shhh," tatum said straightening up as the boys neared closer, billy made his way toward you and sidney, you offered a awkward half smile as you urged sidney forward into his arms.

"i think the everclear is winning," you whispered to billy who nodded.

"hey babe, you wanna take a nap this round?" billy asked as he lead sidney to one of stu's spare bedrooms. sidney hiccuped, throwing her arms around billy's neck, collapsing her weight on him.

"wake me up after?" sidney questioned as they made their way up the stairs.

"f'course." you heard billy reply, a sigh left your mouth, it felt as if the purpose of this whole get together tonight was to make you feel like a confused whore.

you sat on the couch opposite from your last seat, you made sure to spread out, decreasing the chance of stu sitting next to you again. you really didn't want to deal with him at the moment, you didn't regret anything that transpired, just that maybe he'd learn. it to take everything so far.

"who's spin is it?" tatum asked looking from you to the guys.

"uhm. it's billy's spin," you answered, trying your best to appear unbothered, but tatum picked up on the tension

"seems like the real show was out here, what happened while sid and i were.. busy?" tatum asked again

"oh you have no idea-" randy started before his scentence was cut short, the back of stu's hand net randy's chest, knocking the wind out of him. "wh- fuck. never.. nevermind."

"you guys start without me?" billy said hopping over the back of the couch, landing right next to you, now his hand across the back of the couch, not directly around you.

"how could we start with out you, it's your turn," tatum said

"it is my turn, huh?" billy spoke, turning his head to you. "better wish me luck, right, doll?"

"luck." you said a slight smirk on your lips.

billy grabbed the bottle, placing it on the center of the table, before giving it a spin, he glanced over at you, his white teeth on display, almost knowingly.

stu moved forward in a dramatic motion, his stalky legs knocking into the table, disrupting the spin as it landed on you.

"mmcht, sorry. looks like it doesn't count." stu groaned, shrugging his shoulders in fraudulent pity.

"whaddaya mean?" billy said tilting his head squinting at stu, before unscrewing his face.

"the bottle was disrupted, calls for a re-spin," stu spoke, shrugging callously.

"well we all saw it land on y/n, so i don't think that's necessary." tatum said before glancing at stu irritably

"yeah, that's good enough for me." billy said agreeing with tatum, before throwing a hand out in your direction as he stood up from his place next to you.

you glanced up looking into his eyes, a bit confused if you were honest, you'd zoned out the second it had landed on you. but you took his hand anyway before he led you to the closet. billy opened the door, letting you walk in before he followed. you heard someone turning the lock on the outside before hearing randy's voice, and maybe what sounded like a grunt from stu.

"have fun kids." their footsteps went quiet as they walked back to the living room.

"we don't have to do anything, i mean i already.." you said trailing off, wondering how to phrase your words.

"don't worry about stu, that doesn't bother me." billy said reaching a hand to caress your face, his hands trailing down to the hickeys that were forming in your neck. "he marked you up pretty good, huh?"

your face went hot with embarrassment, billy seemed to get a kick out of it, his grin stretching even deeper before he nodded to himself. billy boxed you in as his lips traced over the fresh marks.

"think i should do the same, doll?" billy asked now kissing your neck, his free hand now reaching around your waist holding you against him, you could feel his smirk against your skin. "let everyone know who you belong to.."

"please, billy," you moaned, a little needier than you would've liked to, but it was much too late for that. you threw a leg around billy's waist, his member pressing against you through your leggings, you bit your lip as you rocked your hips against him.

"aww, doll, i'll take care of it, don't worry." billy said, you leaned forward kissing him, you began tugging at his belt opening the clasp before unbuttoning his jeans. billy grabbed your hands pinning them above your head with one hand, he slid his other hand in your panties, feeling the mixture of your arousal. and stu's cum, your pussy throbbed around him as he slipped two fingers in your entrance curling them. "such a mess f'me, huh?"

"mhm," you moaned nodding your head, you bucked your hips into billy's fingers as you rode them needily, taking everything billy was offering. billy pressed his mouth to yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips as it greeted yours. your brain was foggy with lust as billy curled his fingers against that sweet spot inside you. billy slipped his fingers out of you before bringing them up to his lips to taste it for himself.

"fuck, doll, i really need to be inside you." billy's words were rushed, he let go of your hands before he hooked his fingers in your leggings and panties, pulling them down in one go. "ready to make another mess on my cock?"

"billy.." you whined wrapping your arms around his neck.

billy placed his hands at the back of  your legs, signaling for you to jump, you jumped up and billy leaned your weight against the side wall in the closet as he kissed you, he used one of his hands to reach between the both of you, he lined his dick with your soaking folds, he rubbed his dick through your wetness making sure to coat himself in it generously.

"fuck," billy groaned as he sank you down on his cock, filling you to the hilt. "i fucking love the way you feel around me."

his words went strait to your core, you felt yourself clench around him as he began giving you slow deep strokes.

"faster! billy, please," you moaned, your nails scratching at his back, he pressed his lips to yours shutting you up, he reached a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough as he began to fuck you into oblivion.

billy's hips plowed into yours, your mouth hung agape as each stoke billy gave you pushed your poor abused cunt closer to the edge. your walls spasamed around him as your body shook, begging for another release.

"damn, doll." billy pressed his lips to your collar bone, a place that hadn't been marked yet before nibbling and sucking, making sure to leave a mark, his. "i see why stu doesn't wanna share."

billy watched your facial expressions as he built up his pace as fast as he could, your nails dug in his back, surely drawing blood as you held onto him for dear life, your orgasam was approaching fast, billy watched as your eyebrows furrowed as your walls started contracting around him.

"you're close aren't you, doll? hmm?" billy grunted, his grip on your neck still firm as you lined out his name, nodding in response, you were too incoherent to form a sentence. "cum for me doll."

"your s-so deep," you moaned, billy started grinding his strokes, going a bit slower, making sure his pelvis brushed against your clit, the extra stimulation causing you to came all over his cock, you whimpered pulling him closer.

"f-fuck, you like making messes on my cock?" billy groaned, he released his hold on your neck reaching between the both of you, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "make one more for me doll, please?"

"billy s'too much!" you moaned loudly, billy pressed his lips to yours, his hips rolled into yours faster, matching the speed of his thumb. all that could be heard in the closet were sounds of his hips meeting yours, along with the sounds of your arousal.

that familiar feeling started to build in your stomach as your vision went white, you closed your eyes, biting down on billy's lip that was between your teeth, the knot in your stomach broke as you squirted all over billy's length, surely getting all over his jeans.

"that's it- such a messy gir- fuck." billy paused as he came, his body going week temporarily, almost dropping you, his cum spilling inside you, thick ropes coated your walls, your pussy unable to keep all of him inside, you felt him leaking down your thighs. "my messy girl."

neither of you spoke, billy supported your weight against the wall, holding you as you both came down from your highs.

"we- we should y'know." you said, clearing your throat, you weren't sure how much longer you both had together. billy chuckled, whipping his head to get his hair out of his face before smiling at you.

"just a little longer." billy mumbled, stuffing his face in your neck, allowing his cock to soften inside you.

[nobodysdaydreams]

I know it's late for this, but here's how I think characters in the Mysterious Benedict Society would have reacted to the solar eclipse.

Nicholas- obviously he'd be so excited for this. The world goes dark, he passes out with joy.

Rhonda- buys everyone eclipse glasses and makes sure they understand the dangers of looking at the sun

Number Two- complains about the traffic because tons of tourists are coming for the eclipse and her mom has a ton of weird conspiracies about what the eclipse means, but once the eclipse is happening, she very much enjoys it.

Milligan- happy that he's able to experience such a unique and special moment with his daughter that he will treasure forever

Miss. Perumal- educates the children on how solar eclipses happen and bakes cookies for the watch party

Kate- climbs a tree so she can be closer to the sun and get a better view

Martina- was planning on forcing the tetherball team to practice through the eclipse, but begrudgingly cancels practice to join Kate in the tree

Reynie- is excited about the eclipse in a very average, but endearing way.

Sticky- is fascinated by and excited for the eclipse, but then he saw a video about what happened to that one person that stared at the sun and even though he knows that won't happen to him because he has the right glasses, he still can't get the thought out of his head. His friends help him calm down, and he ends up enjoying the eclipse.

Constance- pretends she doesn't care about it that much, but she actually does and writes an incredibly beautiful poem about it afterwards which she shows to no one.

Nathaniel/Curtain- cancels classes at the Institute to view the eclipse and somehow turns it into a metaphor about himself. I don't know exactly how he would do this, something about the moon being the darkness of Nicholas that blocks out the brilliance of the sun (himself), but the sun is all powerful and shall surely rise again, I don't know, something like that. However, if this happened during season 2, he would 100% incorporate it into his cult's doctrine just because he can. He'd make that the day and hour of his evil plans just for the symbolism.

Jackson and Jillson- they also saw the video about the people who stared at the sun and they have made it their personal mission to warn everyone about proper eye protection

SQ- he's happy to be able to spend the day with his dad watching the sky. He later draws a really beautiful picture of the eclipse.

Jeffers- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage despite being warned multiple times

Dr. Garrison- fascinated by the eclipse for scientific reasons, but takes advantage of the distraction to escape and begin hatching an evil plot

Marlon- does not care at all that the eclipse is happening but goes along with whatever Curtain wants

Captain Noland- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Cannonball- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy Noland believes

Number Two's mom- views the eclipse as a sign of coming doom

Number Two's brother- is 100% on board with whatever conspiracy his mom believes

Number Two's sister- doesn't care at all that the eclipse is happening, but goes along with whatever her mom wants

And I know I've been doing mostly show characters, but...

Crawlings- stares directly at the sun and suffers permanent eye damage. But he only stared at it with one eye because he kept the other one closed thinking that would somehow save him from being burned, so now he wears an eyepatch over his bad eye, but that's not the same one as the one where he lost his eyebrow, so it doesn't cover that damage either, he just looks like a mess.

The Rest of the Ten Men- think Crawlings is an idiot for looking at the sun and claim they don't care at all that the eclipse is happening (Sharpe lowkey does, would never admit it).

Seymour, the orphanage cat- continues being a cat. Is very confused when it is suddenly nighttime. Then when its daytime again, he shrugs it off and goes about his business.

[coff33notforme]

Hey!! I really loved “Leo with a Gn! Reader who uses pet names” and I was wondering if you could do Donnie with the same scenario? It’s fine if not!! :))

A/n: You guys asked for Donnie so you shall receive. This could've been a whole fic but I'm pretty lazy today. But maybe if you guys want I'll make this into a whole fic

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons

It had been a habit for as long as you could remember

But despite what certain people may have thought you really only used nicknames as a way to show affection to your friends 

So when you had become friends with April and eventually met the turtles this habit of yours persisted on throughout your friendship 

But this habit had really only caught the attention of one specific turtle 

Donnie

You and Donnie hit it off immediately, you found you admired the purple clad turtle for his scientific intellect and he found you to be one of the only people that could get a genuine laugh out of him 

It was blatantly obvious to everyone that you two got along, in fact they would go as far to say that you two were pretty attached to each other even though Donnie would never say it aloud

So one day when you and Donnie had been sitting in the kitchen together as you cooked and you had called him ‘Dear’ he lost it

Donnie simply ceased to function so after five minutes of silence between the two of you you had spoken up

“Donnie?” 

Once again you had been met with silence 

You quirked an eyebrow turning to look at the purple brother 

But Donnie had snapped out of it for long enough to stand up and mumble a jumble excuse before dashing out of the kitchen 

This confused you to no end but without a proper explanation you stood awkwardly by yourself in the kitchen until a certain orange turtle had walked in 

Meanwhile Donnie was sitting at his desk in his lab contemplating that moment in his mind over and over again as his face began to heat up more and more with each passing second

It had been at least half an hour an Donnie had grown bored without you around to talk to so begrudgingly he shuffled his way to the kitchen 

Donnie stopped mid way to hear your laughter 

Confused he crept closer to hear another voice 

He peaked around the corner to see you and Mikey laughing and talking as if you were old friends 

Suddenly Donnie felt a twinge of jealousy twist up in his chest yet he continued to watch

But the feeling only grew as he heard you call Mikey “Sweetie”

Well that was enough for Donnie as he stormed in glaring harshly at Mikey as you stood there awkwardly until Mikey quietly excused himself from the kitchen leaving you and Donnie facing each other

For once you had actually felt tense around him

But you shook the tense, awkward feeling from your body as began to speak up 

“So um are you okay?” you asked hesitatinly, worried you might have upset him earlier 

“Yeah, yeah, I was just kinda…embarrassed earlier.”  he murmured quietly 

Then Donnie grimaced

“Then Mikey came in here and…” he mumbled glaring at the ground 

You suddenly understood exactly what he meant, it was like everything had suddenly clicked 

Donnie was jealous

You offered a soft smile as you walked up to Donnie and wrapped your arms around his torso tightly 

“Don’t worry I’m not replacing you with Mikey.” you said as Donnie scoffed

“I wasn’t thinking that…” 

“Sure bud.” 

Donnie slowly melted into your embrace returning your smile

[cookieswithay]

🤖"Reign of Donnie 0!"💜

🔨Donnie x female reader!🧪

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Not really any warnings. A teeny bit of suggestion, since everyone's older. This is just my own special future au. New York's evolved and a little more mystic. Happy reading.

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• "Uh, dearest. I don't think this is a very good idea."

• You mumbled as you stared at the mechanical clone in front of you. Donnie rubbed your shoulders in reassurance.

• "Nonsense, Wifey! This is perfection."

• He strode over to his creation.

• "Meet, Donnie 0! Your home AI for when I'm not around."

• That's right. Your genius of a fiancee has created a robot clone of himself. Due to the brothers saving people worldwide now, he can't always be with you. So, he made you something that could protect you and make sure you aren't lonely. But, you weren't really taking to 'im.

• "Has it-"

• "He, Y/N. Use my pronouns."

• You rolled your eyes.

• "Has HE been tested already."

• He revealed the bot's "tested on brothers" seal.

• "Will he be robotic and scary, like movies?"

• "He's supposed to be me so... of course not."

• "You sure?"

• Donatello sighed. Convincing you is taking a lot longer than anticipated. Maybe he should try a different approach.

• "How about this?"

• He looked towards the door.

• "I leave you two alone and you see how you feel."

• That was indeed the wrong approach. You hopped on his arm, nearly pulling his lab coat off.

• "Don't leave me with this thing!"

• D sighed once again. Your stubbornness was your best yet worse quality. Time to initiate plan B. Bribery.

• "Hey, Y/N~"

• You looked up.

• "If you check him out, we can go to that one place you like so much."

• "...The toy coffin in the hidden city?"

• He nodded.

• "That's the one."

• After a moment of silence, you got down from his bicep. Begrudgingly, you approached his invention. You looked down at it's hand. 'Hold for 3 seconds' a button said. You took a breath and did as instructed.

• A little techno jingle played and slowly the clones eyes opened. Glowing purple pupils fell on you. You looked back at your Donnie, hoping for some guidance. But instead, he waved, pressing you to continue with his creation.

• "What is your name?"

• It said, startling you. (Huh, it's teeth glow for it's speech) You looked around and cleared your throat.

• "Y/N L/N. Although my last name will change to Hamato soon."

• It silently processed your words. In a instant, the robot's ENTIRE demeanor changed. It straightened out it's coat and fastened it's mask. After checking the time, updating and other stuff, the clone's attention was back on you.

• "Salutations, Y/N,"

• It took your hand.

• "I am Donnie 0, your home AI."

• You didn't know what to say. This robot was frickin SPOT-ON. The exaggerated vocabulary. The soft tone that was only reserved for you. AND, the natural swagger.

• "Isn't he magnificent!?"

• Donnie shouted, wrapping his arms up your neck. You nodded. (Although you're still admittingly a little skeptical.)

• "I put my ALL into him!"

• He slid next to his creation.

• "Note the chiseled features,"

• "The super strength,"

• "And my favorite part, the clean paint job."

• Just like any other time he showed off an invention, you clapped. That paint job is really good. He looked just like D is he was dipped in a tub of glitter. (Mikey probably did that) Your fiancee snickered and pointed, silently asking you to look at the robot.

• "Would you like to take me for a test run, Y/N?"

• Donnie 0 asked you. You squeaked and looked down at your feet. Um...(Why'd he ask you like that?) You shook your head quickly.

• "No thanks, I got work anyway so..."

• Your words faded when BOTH Donatello's grabbed your hands.

• "No you don't, you have the night shift today."

• "Let's spend some time together, shall we?"

• They both said in unison. Your cheeks burned. This is, um... Both of them smirked at each other. This is a terrific plan!

• An experimental week later...

• "Leo, be careful with that!"

• "What? Putting your little gizmos in the tank by portal saves a ton of time."

• You snickered. That's true. Working smarter and not harder is efficient. Unfortunately, D doesn't feel the same. He grumbled and tapped away on his wrist thing. (Tech gauntlet.)

• "If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself."

• His cargo grew some wheels and rolled in a straight line to the tank. (Although it's more of a deluxe trailer now. Don't let Donnie hear you say that though!) Do it himself, huh? You chuckled and tugged on his sleeve.

• "So how long is it gonna be this time?"

• He thought for a moment.

• "2 months if we're lucky, otherwise..."

• Probbles longer. You're a little sad, but it won't be too bad. Donnie's gonna facetime you everyday (even in battle) and you got an artificial intelligence version of him too. Although, not being kissed will eventually put a hole in your heart.

• "Looks like the tech is almost done."

• You mumbled. D looked over at you. He's doing that dreamy stare thing again. That's it, you're crying. You jumped on him, clinging to him like a sloth.

• "Oh Donnie, don't go!"

• Now it's his turn for the water works.

• "Do you think I wanna leave!? I hate this job!"

• The other brothers watched as the two of you hugged and blubbered incoherent stuff. Leo snorted, a laugh was waiting in his chest.

• "Is it me or do they do this everytime we have a worldwide mission?"

• "It's everytime!"

• Mikey shouted from the trunk. The "champion" shook his head. (Y'know with the tsk tsk tsk)

• "And to think, he threw a tantrum over me saying goodbye to my bed."

• Raph unintentionally drowned out his younger brother as he watched. Those were genuine tears.

• Can I find love like that?

• "Dude. Buddy. Raph."

• Leo's snapping in his face, but he's too busy thinking about married life. Meanwhile, Mikey's sneaking around trying to get in the hug.

• "Well, my darling Y/N,"

• Donnie said while wiping his eyes.

• "See you when I come home."

• "See when you get-hurgh!"

• You were crushed in another muscular embrace. This time with the other brothers. Mikey's leading it.

• "Bye, Y/N! I'll bring you another souvenir!"

• The youngest said. You also got a kiss on your cheek cause you were closest to him.

• "I'm gonna get a girlfriend this time Y/N."

• "So, please, I ask you to forget about me."

• Leo sighed dramatically. Both you AND Donnie kicked him at the same time. (Although, your kick wasn't nearly as hard as your fiancee's.)

• "And we'll be back before you can say Ko...Konachi..."

• "Hi in Japanese!"

• Raph shouted. (He brought the hug in the air) You chuckled.

• "Looking forward to it."

• Silence. And...everyone started crying. 2 months is a long time. After 30 minutes of telling one another how much you'll miss each other, they finally loaded in the tank. But, not before Donatello gave you a kiss that could make your heart stop from lack of oxygen. You watched silently as the most interesting in your life people drove away. But at least this time, you both get a new adventure. You tapped your new "watch".

• Activating Donnie 0.

• Living with your new man bot, was a little awkward at first, but you got in swing pretty fast. It was like the sleepovers you had with his live action. He would go shopping with you. Visit the hidden city with you. (Nowadays, it's more like the exposed city. Humans and Yokai exist in peace now.) And overall just spent your everyday life with you.

• It's nice. Kinda made you wonder if this is what your life would've been, if your Donnie wasn't a world wide secret ninja... Eh, no use crying over it now. When you're fiancee returns, he's staying for a year. But what will become of your ai then...

• Day 24 (one month nearly down)

• "Donnie 0, I'm home!"

• You called from the door. As usual, your bot hovered from your room. (He's not a walker, just like his creator.)

• "Greetings, Y/N,"

• He said, with a bow.

• "Did you have a good day at work, darling?"

• He asked as he pulled your coat off. You couldn't help but giggle like a minor. You loved that D added your pet names to 'im. Made him alot more lifelike.

• "It was okay, I finally turned in my report."

• The handsome robot hung up your jacket as you rambled on about your day. He also has your iced coffee and your dinner waiting in the fridge. And is FULL ON ready to give you a massage. Just say the word.

• "How was your day, Donnie 0?"

• His heart drive sparked. There you go again, wondering about he's doing.

• "It was fine. I just shined the house and charged all day."

• He replied, trying to sound chill. You chuckled and shook your head.

• "I keep telling you,"

• You looked over at him.

• "If you stay on the charger too long, you won't be able to run without it."

• (Little fact you learned from D when you guys were teens) Once again, his heart drive sparked. This time it lasted for a few minutes. You kicked off your shoes and stretched, completely unaware how your affecting this AI.

• "I'm gonna take a shower,"

• "Could you call April for me and see if she's home? I gotta tell her about the awful Lu jutsu adaptation."

• Donnie 0 nodded

• "Yes, ma'am, consider it done."

• He replied smoothly. You smiled and disappeared into your room. And...your door is closed. The robot swooned. You're so perfect. Beautiful, smart, and funny! And with just a touch of flaws. That checks all his all his boxes! But, alas, you're in love with his creator. The one who gave him life and the opportunity to even meet you. Mecha Donnie sighed and grabbed your phone. Maybe fulfilling your request, will take his mind off of this.

• As he scrolled through the contacts, he stumbled across a voicemail. It from your real beloved. Being naturally nosy, he tapped it. Images flew from the phone, swirling around the room. It was quite a sight. (Although, he was sure he could conjure something better.) Slowly, the pictures came together, forming the real Donatello. In a rather disheveled ninja uniform.

• "Japan hasn't been kind."

• Donnie 0 mumbled, shaking his head

• "Hello, Y/N."

• The hologram purred, while stretching dramatically. This was for you alright.

• "Just checking in to see if you're okay and I have some good news."

• The robot raised his steel eyebrow. News and he wasn't notified?

• "Drum roll please,"

• The camera was turned to his brothers. Everyone "drummed" dramatically.

• "Your hero is coming home early!"

• The robot's heart drive crackled. But, not in a good way. Coming home early!?

• "Give me a week, dearest. And Japan's biggest threat will be vanquished."

• Donatello said with a warm smile.

• "And Donnie will stop crying into his pillow!"

• Mikey shouted from the background. (The Ai couldn't tell if he was being malicious or just dreadfully honest.)

• "Thank you for bringing up painful memories, Michael."

• He said, stiffly.

• "Anywhiz, I love you. Let's facetime tonight."

• He said a few other words his creation would've rather not of heard and finally signed off. Donnie 0 stood there in silence. In a week, the paradise he was living would be gone. He's VERY sure he won't be scrapped, he's the greatest robot ever created. But, going on without you...he might as well be.

• Think, Donnie, think.

• I'm best AI on the planet.

• How can I prevent the end?

• ...Eureka! Your voice! He can use a audio file of it and keep his original away. Maybe even break you two up eventually. Yeah. This is a great plan. His finger opened, revealing a audio cable. He plugs into your phone.

• "Apologies, master Donatello,"

• "I wanna spend a little more time with my fiancee."

• To be completed in part 2~

(This is part 2👆)

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I know I got a LOT of series going on, but this one is gonna be finished in part 2. And maybe, I'll show off what everyone looks like now, including the lovesick robot. Anywho, chao!

(And this gif may change.)

[hydrangea-mon-amor]

How do you think the yanderes would react if Darling were to ignore them? (I know you said you aren’t sure if Aloysius will be a reoccurring character but PLEASEEEEE include him!!!)

A/N: your wish is my command.

Alceste

To be honest, Alceste would think you’re being too childish. He didn’t quite understand why you would chose to deliberately ignore him. He isn’t a fool, he knows exactly what your doing. In a way that would be subtle enough, Alceste would warn you about your actions without using verbal words. The squeeze of your arm, the raised tone of his voice, but perhaps even a veiled threat.

—

“Y/N, I’m asking you a question, I’d like for you to answer.” You stay quiet in your seat, shifting through your cards quietly. Alceste looks at you quizzically.

“This is beneath you.” He mutters, boring holes into you eyes. You continue your absence to dignify him with a response.

It is then that he stands to his feet, walking swiftly to your side.

With his hand, he sternly grips your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. The other hand caresses your forehead.

“You don’t seem sick…” he tilts your head to the side. “Your skin looks fine, I don’t see any abnormalities.” You are frozen with tight tension. “Perhaps you are just tired?” His hand squeezes your chin, not enough to physically harm you, but enough to add pressure.

You are forced to answer.

Begrudgingly, you nod.

“Alright then, I shall escort you to our chambers.”

Jaydee

Jaydee thinks your being unreasonably obnoxious. He finds it immature really, I mean come on, don’t you see all the effort he’s put into your relationship? He gives you affection like a disciple worshiping its god! He’s a man starved around you, he needs your attention, you’re making one hell of a mistake by ignoring him. On some days though, he’ll find the act intriguing, but don’t be fooled, he still doesn’t agree to this foolish behavior.

—

“Y/n, you’re being real fucking annoying.” He corners you against two lockers, the area in which you are in now void of any students.

You stare daggers into him, but you do not speak.

Jaydee rolls his eyes. “Okay, let’s approach this another way.” He steps closer to you, his nose on the cusp of touching the skin on your face. “Y/n,” he drawls, his voice husk and a layer of depth to it. “You know I love you—god I can’t fucking breathe without you.” He traces his fingers against the folds of your lips. “Stop with this ignoring me act and I’ll forgive you.”

You say nothing.

“Wanna be that stubborn now huh? Okay, fine.” He releases himself from you, pacing a few steps back. “When I come back looking for you, you may as well got on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. You won’t like what I’ll have to show you.”

Before you had even registered what he had said, Jaydee was already walking the corner.

Valery

Oh poor Valery, do yourself a favor and don’t anguish her like this, she’ll lose it! She loves you very much and can’t live a day without talking to you. She absolutely loves the sound and rhythm of your voice, if soothes her. She’ll cling and cry and blubber, it’s a scene for sore eyes really. Genuinely she looks as if she has lost someone close to her. With the way she’ll be weeping you won’t have the heart to continue ignoring her.

—

“Y-y/n did I d-do something w-wrong?” She stands at the front porch of your house, mascara dripping down her cheek. She looks desolate, a person lacking any color.

“I-I’m sorry! Please f-forgive me!” She takes a step toward you, hands reaching out for yours. She feels a part of herself breaking upon the notice of your frame receding.

“Y-y/n!” Her call is bemoaning, like a lost child searching for their mother. Don’t you see that she needs you? You’re her saving grace, she had nothing and no one before you. Why are you hurting her so?

“You’ve been I-ignoring me for days n-now, what did I d-do w-wrong?” She breaks out into another fit of sobs. Really you hadn’t imagined to see the Valery Magnolia, epitome of pristine and proper lady, cry so hideously in front of you.

Her knees buckle, and now she is clutching your midriff, she tilts her head to look at you. Truly the girl has no shame, she’ll do whatever it takes for you to talk to her again, even if it means publicly shaming her.

“I…I l-love you…”

Aloysius

Now, Aloysius would have the most fun with this. Sure he doesn’t like seeing his future spouse ignore him like this, especially since he is the Duke and close to the ruling family. But no worries, it doesn’t affect him so, physically that is. Emotionally, he feels conflicted, he’s read about couples showing affection to one another in a diligent manner. He doesn’t quite understand what your problem with him is, other than the fact that he is from the forest. No worries, he’s a man quick to remedy such problems, whilst adding some fun.

—

“Is this alright with you my darling?” He nibbles against the flesh of your neck, his fangs dangerously close to cutting skin. “I do wish you would verbalize your wants my sweet, it tries me to guess so rigorously.” He places a chaste kiss, then moves onto your collarbone. He grips both of your hands with his right, his left arms searching the crevices of your body.

“I wonder how much pressure it would be to penetrate your skin, would you like for me to find out? It won’t be a problem will it? You have been considerably compliant these last few days, letting me do whatever I want with you…”

He chuckles to himself.

“I wonder darling, did you know that some un married people dined in such unique acts durning fornication to pleasure the other person?” You say nothing, Aloysius keeps kissing down your body. “I know we may soon be married but I wanted to try…something with you. Would you like to hear?” He waits for a response, but he’s grown accustomed to you deigning to not answer.

He continues anyway.

“I’ve decided that I wanted to try a certain act with you, please, it may sound frivolous but just hear me out won’t you?” He clears his throat. “What if, I take you just like this, slow and sensual, pleasurable, but amongst a crowd a onlookers. Wouldn’t that be a testament to our love?”

Your throat lodges, your body stiffens.

Aloysius takes notice and like a mad man, smiles. Grin, ear to ear,

“Think about it my love, so many people watching and yet I—we still have lust for only each other. Those onlookers don’t even cross the mind. It’ll be a public display of our devotion to one another, a public marking of each other…” he whispers against your ear, sounding so and irreversibly fond of such an idea.

You feel the need to vomit.

A/N: I think it’s obvious which one I had the most fun writing…😭

[alexanderlightweight]

I am loving the thread of "cultural misunderstandings" between Magnus and Alec in your fics/canon. Can we get some resolution of one of them, either for dragon!Alec series where he realizes that Magnus doesn't feel appreciated (or Magnus learns more about dragon culture), or for any other series really! Tldr idiots in love realizing that they have been missing some major signs~

magnus is about to be *shocked pikachu face* and alec is just: why are you acting so surprised?

and i'm glad you're enjoying them! i enjoy non-super angsty miscommunication rn so i have quite a bit of fun with both parties misunderstanding while working to the same goal with different efforts and etc

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

*canon typical violence and alec has to be bribed not to eat someones remains because he's very angry and digesting them would make him feel better

—

Alec doesn’t care one way or another that Magnus enjoys Pandemonium. Especially now that he knows his warlock no longer allows others to touch him as intimately as he once did.

It also means that Alec continues to prefer joining Magnus by wrapping around his neck or shoulders, unwilling to risk getting a stranger’s strench on himself.

There’s a presence that joins them and Alec lazily blinks open a single eye, watching curiously to see what is new. He figures it out immediately, recognizing the tang of pheromones and the winding, sleek magic that steeps around the figure.

Aesthetically, he’s probably pleasing to some standards but Alec gives the man a disdainful once-over. He can hardly compare to Alec’s precious hoard and while his incubus attributes clearly give him a boost, Alec simply rolls his eyes and settles back down under Magnus’ jacket for a longer nap.

Or at least, that’s his plan until Magnus straightens and welcomes the incubus with a purr of power, magic brushing but not tangling with the seelie’s power. 

“Bryn, well met.” Magnus says in greeting and Alec begrudgingly allows it, tail curling around the chains of Magnus’ necklaces possessively.

“Well met, Bane.” Is returned and then Bryn gives a deeper, lingering look over Magnus and smirks. “I heard you’d picked up some kind of magical reptile.” The look he casts at Alec is one of casual interest, not true intrigue and Alec gives a warning hiss, wings pressing against the back of Magnus’ neck.

He will not be a prop used to get close to Magnus and if this one tries it, then the queen shall find herself lacking an ambassador.

“You’ve heard.” Magnus says and it’s not a pleasant tone to anyone but Alec who snuggles more closely to Magnus’ skin, enjoying the warmth of him as anger heats his body. “I did not realize that the gossip of my personal deeds were so important to your people, Bryn. Do you have actual news for me, as an ambassador of your people? Or shall I inform your queen that you no longer have the intelligence to convey pertinent information between the realms?”

The incubus flounders for a moment and Alec can smell the way he’s pushing down his irritation and then true arousal taints his anger.  He’s drawing on his attraction to Magnus to manipulate his own body and when he steps close he even goes so far as to kneel.

“Forgive me, Magnus. I overstepped.”

“And in the same breath you ask for clemency, you take a privilege not granted you. There is no reason for my name to leave your lips.”

—

Magnus isn’t sure what Bryn thinks he’s doing and if this is his own personal mistake or one that was assigned to him. It only matters because one is easy to deal with while the other will involve politics and Magnus hopes that it’s just Bryn’s arrogance rather than true maneuvering.

“My apologies, my king.”

Magnus lets his glamor drop, keeping his gaze firmly on Bryn even as he wonders just what Bryn is playing at.  For him to be able to call Magnus ‘my’ king is either a sign that he’s switched allegiances, or that he thinks he owns some part of Magnus. That some piece of Magnus might belong to Bryn, when Bryn had merely been a part of a conduit in a mildly entertaining orgy that had been used for a ritual.

Magnus doesn’t even notice the hand reaching out to press against his thigh until a heavy weight is in his lap.

Alexander is draped over his thighs, naked and unashamed and with rippling scales that role down his bare skin in tantalizing designs.  When Magnus finally stops staring at Alexander’s skin, he looks over his treasure’s shoulder and finds Bryn on the floor.

The metal and gems of his clothes have twisted around him and he lies in shock even as the metal tightens cruelly around him. The softly seductive aura of his power flares as heat rushes down Magnus’ spine and arousal forcibly floods his system and those around them.

Alexander makes a startled noise, turning to give Magnus a sour, unhappy glare even as he shifts back — as if pressing his naked, muscled body against Magnus’ erection is doing anything to help the situation.

Then, his darling little treasure gives a furious scoff and inhaling first with a grimace, exhales.

Frost tints the air and a cool gust of air devours the aura, forcing the power away. The crowd around them shudders, the twist of Bryn’s forced arousal being cleared from their systems.

There is a moment of silence and then Alexander leans forward and Magnus nearly grabs him by his nape to keep him in Magnus’ lap. Instead, his dragon balances against the laws of physics, somehow staying in Magnus’ lap even as his spine twists and pops. The usual chime of his voice is gone and the harsh rasp that comes from his throat makes them all wince.

Even Magnus.

It sounds like metal cleaving metal and then Alexander’s tongue flicks out, black and forked before it flicks.

Magnus knows Alexander has a great many natural abilities and it doesn’t surprise him that Alexander can taste the very magic in the air. It only makes sense with how carefully he curates his palette.

“Even if he were your king, he would not be yours to touch.” Alexander speaks with a low solemnity that Magnus has never heard from him. “A mere ambassador of the seelies dares to try and steal from me?”

Magnus blinks and lets his hands settle on the scaled curve of Alexander’s hips.

“I stole nothing.” Bryn begs, voice a begging whisper that Alexander’s growl silences.

“To try and touch a dragons hoard is to court death.” Alexander murmurs in a vicious murmur that echoes around the large room. “I will reward you with what you seek, for your bravery.”

The mockery in his tone is nearly physical and then he flicks his tongue and Magnus sees a single, shimmering drop of venom fall to Bryn’s bare arm. 

There is a moment of nothing and then an agonized, screeching plea as Bryn gasps out the last noise he’ll ever make. His body freezes so quickly and so powerfully that he looks like a corpse that has been lost to the elements for years, not mere seconds.

Alexander snorts and then — still somehow staying in Magnus’ lap — reaches out and taps the frozen skin of the seelie with a single touch of his nail.  Bryn’s body breaks apart into hundreds of small pieces, nothing of him spilling as even his organs are now crystal ice.

It’s impressive, but Magnus is still surprised by the cause of it all.

“I know you love these pants, treasure.” Magnus murmurs, because Alexander adores the current outfit he’s wearing. “But I didn’t realize they were a part of your hoard.”

“You’re wearing them, anything you wear becomes a part of my hoard.” Alexander returns evenly, looking completely nonplussed by the frozen chunks of seelie shattered across the club floor. His tongue flicks out and Magnus recognizes the gleam in his eyes and immediately summons a gem that he holds up to Alexander’s mouth.

“Treasure, you cannot eat him. Any of him.” Magnus is both ordering with his words and coaxing with his tone. “He’s nothing but poison.”

Alexander seems to consider that for a minute and Magnus hopes they can end this casually. Without Alexander further desecrating the corpse that Magnus will have to send in pieces back to the queen… Magnus wants it to remain recognizable by magic at the very least.

“True.” Alexander sniffs, “and if his queen liked him so much that she was willing to overlook his stupidity, then we should let her piece him back together. A cracked statue of failure for her to look upon and recognize her own incompetence.”

Magnus chuckles, unable to help himself and Alexander accepts the gem with a pleased trill. It’s a relief to hear the gentle song of it and Magnus relaxes, finally letting go of the magic he subconsciously summoned. It twines around Alexander with a covetous pulse, still full of the rage Magnus had felt at the idea of Alexander’s mouth anywhere near another, even if it were a corpse.

The seelie remains vanish through an easily called portal.  The queen will recognize the lingering magic of her own subject easily enough and while she is a queen, she is a queen in her own realm alone and not a king of dominion as well.

“Why does everything I wear become a part of your hoard?” Magnus asks as casually as he can. Dragons covet their hoards and as much as Alexander adores him, it wasn’t a topic Magnus has been willing to broach without a good opportunity.

Alexander turns and twists himself to straddle Magnus and — remembering the people still around them — Magnus summons a robe that he wraps around his treasure. Alexander seems confused, looking at Magnus with dark eyes that seem to piece his soul.

“Because anything my hoard claims, becomes mine as well.”

[simpxxstan]

perfect complements (ch. 3)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, slight smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

series word count (till current chapter): 7.3k

chapter word count: 2.7k

rating: 13+ (for this chapter)

warnings: bickering, alcohol mention (very slight), plot dumps hehe.

a/n: so we're on our way! the plot is getting deeper, so i hope you stay for the ride! and my fav minghao is finally here <3 and i think, just like this time, i'll be updating every weekend. thank you, again, for reading!

taglist for the fic: @minhui896

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And that’s how you find yourself walking up the stairs to Seungcheol’s apartment, begrudgingly because all you can feel right now is the sting of the February wind on your body. You know the apartment very well, you’ve been here before. Seungcheol hosted last New Year’s party. 

The door is slightly ajar, as if waiting for you. It yields to a slight push, and you can hear mellow music flowing from within. As the door opens up, you can see Seungcheol’s broad frame sitting on the kitchen counter, a sheet of paper in his hand. He notices you almost immediately, as the squeak of the door gives way. “You’re here.” 

There’s something about seeing him in casual clothing that never fails to take your breath away. You can count on your fingers the number of times you’ve seen Seungcheol dressed casually- usually an extremely oversized hoodie and sweatpants. But today is slightly different: the sweatpants are still there, but he’s wearing a jacket zipped up halfway, with a black shirt inside, fitting right onto his wide chest. His glasses are, as usual, perched on his nose, and he's looking through them, straight into your eyes.

“And you’re cold,” he continues, before slipping right off the counter and walking towards you. “I underestimated the February winds, and the time it’d take me to walk to your house.” “You walked?” “I am climate conscious, as an economist firmly believing in sustainable development, unlike you, Mr. Let-me-show-you-my-shiny-new-car.” You have your arms against your chest, in a desperate attempt to control the cold waves wracking your body, and he seems to notice it.

“Well, lucky for you, my apartment is heated. And-” he smoothly unzips his jacket and hands it over to you. It’s instinct, you take a step back from his hand offering the jacket. “No, I’m alright. Your apartment is really warm.” “Y/N. I don’t want my favourite professor to fall ill after they visit my apartment. Imagine what my reputation would be. Imagine what Wonwoo would think.” You shiver at the thought, it’s manipulative as fuck, but it’s a very real possibility. You almost want to reject the jacket even further so that Wonwoo can actually get a reason to fire him now- but no, you’re not that low. The evil tangent of your mind coils back before you let it run too far. 

You slowly take the jacket from his hand, and slip it around you. 

It’s crazy. Seungcheol is suddenly all over you. So this is what it’s like to be hugged by him. You’re again trying to reel in your thoughts, when he interrupts. “Let’s get to it now, shall we?” He walks over to the counter, lifts the sheet of paper, and the colour pencils. “I watched videos on youtube on-”

You burst out laughing, the cold long forgotten, now totally comfortable wrapped with the jacket. “You watched colouring videos on youtube?” He’s a little shocked at your laughter, “Yeah, I mean I-” “Oh you’re so silly. Where do we sit?” “I don’t know, wherever you like.” 

You look around his apartment, and you shake your head disapprovingly. The appeal of studio apartments never stood out to you, especially one which is a classic bachelor pad. It’s completely open layout, will be a mess when he finally marries, but you guess it’s economical for a man living alone. There’s no dining space- just the kitchen counter. There’s a small excuse of a coffee table in front of the sofa, but there’s no place to sit around it even on the floor. There’s a huge television, speakers and a few ornamental cabinets. And then, there’s obviously, the bed. It’s the biggest bed you’ve ever seen, and quite remarkable. It’s the most distinct feature of his apartment, and you shudder at the thought of why Choi Seungcheol had to invest in buying such a big, beautiful bed and not even in buying a big enough console table to make the living space look gainly. God knows how many women he brings around.

“The counter looks best. Good lights.” “Coffee or wine? Or whisky? If you’re still cold-” “Wine is fine, thank you.” You gently sit at the stool in front of the counter, and he settles down on a stool next to you, two glasses of red wine in his hands. “Thanks.” 

You sip the wine, letting it calm your nerves, while watching Seungcheol fiddle with the colours. He divides them into half, and hands you one set. “You colour everywhere with these colours, and I colour with mine.” “No! That’s now how it works. It’ll ruin the coordination, Seungcheol!” Your voice is drawling, the same way you explain to your neighbour’s five year old daughter when you babysit her sometimes. The way Choi Seungcheol is looking at you, his brown eyes wide, his bangs gently falling below his brows, you don’t see the differences. 

“We have to coordinate and colour together. Then the picture will look good! Here. I’ll start with the river. You can start with the trees. All greens, yellows, maybe brown,you know?” He nods, picking up the greens and eyeing them curiously. “It’s been years since I used these.” “They’re just like pencils,” and you swivel around, trying to shift a little to let Seungcheol get more access to the paper, and you end up hitting his knee. Thankfully, he ignores it, as he gets to work, his lips being bitten constantly as he focuses with immense dedication. You almost want to pat his hair. 

_

Hours have passed, the glass of wine is long finished, but the picture is just two-thirds through. Your arms and legs are hurting from sitting in this position, so you step down the stool to stretch your limbs. He’s still colouring, and you’re actually shocked. This is the longest in the last two years that the two of you have spent without even any minute teasing or bickering. It’s a comfortable silence you can enjoy with a few people only, and you’re surprised that Seungcheol is one of them. “If you’re done staring, come and complete this bit of the sky.” His words cut through the soft moment when you were at peace, so you’re quick to quip back. “Your apartment is so boring. There’s nowhere more comfortable to sit.” He now looks up, finally, his fingers rotating the pencil in his hand. “There’s always the bed,” you don’t miss the smirk. “And what makes you think I’d want to sit in your bed? As dirty as it must be.” “To fuel my fantasies, if not for anything else.”

There’s an instant rush of blood to your brain, and yet it short-circuits. He steps off the stool, casually. You’re a little confused but then you realise his feet were already touching the ground, so it’s easier for him. “More wine?” he asks, and you shake your head. “No, thank you. I’ll just finish the sky bit and leave.” The watch on your wrist shows it’s already ten at night. “Stay for dinner.” You scoff, “Jeez Seungcheol. Laying the bribe on heavy?” “I don’t need to bribe you, Professor. You know you like the food I make.” You bite your tongue. It’s true- you’ll never admit it though. He’s an excellent cook, you know this because he often brings lunch for y’all at University. You wonder how it’s possible for someone with so much ego to even cook well. 

“I’ve made mac and cheese, the best way to warm you for the February night. It’ll work wonders for you, just like my jacket.” 

You gasp, quite audibly, and he chuckles. Instantly, you take the jacket off and throw it on the sofa. “I’m sorry for wearing it-” “Hey, you were shivering. I only saved a life. Say thank you Doctor Choi!” he lulls, stepping closer to you. He picks up the jacket from the sofa, and wears it. You turn away from him, walking to the counter, so you miss the small action of him sniffing the jacket. 

You pick up the lightest blue to colour the clouds. He doesn’t step close to you, rather staying at his spot, choosing to watch you. Your strokes are suddenly imprecise: not because he’s staring at you, but because you’re in a rush to finish this and get home before it’s too late. 

“This may actually be working, you know.” He says finally, once you’re done with the biggest cloud.

“What?” You ask, downing the last sip of wine, and looking up at him sideways. 

“Therapy. I think I already like you more, now that you’re sitting like a kid on my kitchen counter, finishing colouring homework.” 

You lick your lips. You would have actually agreed with him, that this session had been a good one, but no. Choi Seungcheol always knew how to spoil it. Just when you were about to reply, his phone rang, and he walked away to answer the call. But you could still hear him say Oppa is busy tonight, sorry Hyerin-ah. Oppa. Jesus, the audacity to call himself Oppa. Oppa will meet you on Sunday? Again, darn it. And he was speaking with an even deeper tone now that he was speaking softly. Was this his seduction voice? Not that you cared-

The pencil from your hand dropped to the floor. You looked up, alarmed. He looked up, alarmed. Aah, no that’s just someone I have over. She dropped something so- no! What? She’s just a colleague from university. Hyerin, don’t tell Eomma about this, hmm? Okay, see you on Sunday!

“You’re hiding me from your Eomma?” You’ve finished colouring the remaining bits, and the picture looks… decent. It has some kind of harmony going throughout- and although you can point out some places when Seungcheol’s brush marks don’t cover the white background well enough, you’re happy to let it pass. 

“I’m hiding every woman on this planet from my Eomma. She’s decided to hitch me a wife before I turn thirty-three, and she doesn’t care who they are as long as they are single.” You chuckle, he joins you. It’s weird to think Seungcheol is that scared of his mom. But then, he probably is a mama's boy spoiled to the worst degree- no wonder he is scared of his mom. 

“I’m not single. So you don’t have to hide me from your mom.” You say, in between your laughter. He stops laughing slowly, making his way towards you. 

You pick up your bag and extend your arm, not expecting him to shake it. But he does, and it makes you shiver harder. “Goodnight, Choi Seungcheol. This was not-the-best-but-not-the-worst way to spend a weekday evening. I’ll see you in Uni tomorrow.” He doesn’t let go of your hand, reminding you only how much you’re going to miss the warmth of his h- apartment, once you leave. “Goodnight, Prof. Y/N. Go home safe.” 

And you leave without turning and seeing the smallest of smiles creeping up his face as he stands at the door. 

-

“Aigoo! Our kids are here!” 

It must be a coincidence that you and Seungcheol arrive at the same time, greeted by the warm smiles of Minghao and Minhee sitting together, most likely the latter filling up the former on whatever gossip he missed out on these last few days he was away.

“Minghao, you’re back! Uni was unbearable without you!” You engulf him in a warm hug, his chuckles rumbling through your embrace. “What can I say? I had to come back when I heard the news.” You step back, a hand still on Minghao’s arm. “What news?” “That our kids have started taking colouring classes?” 

As if on dramatic cue, both you and Seungcheol groan, leaving Minhee and Minghao to burst out laughing. 

“Wonwoo really can’t keep anything to himself, can he?” 

“Show us the picture!” Minhee whines, and Seungcheol reluctantly takes it out from his bag, keeping it on Minghao’s desk. The two maknaes start cooing at the picture again, floating out praises on how well their “kids” had done while colouring. 

“Minghao, man, how was the trip?” Seungcheol asks when the cooing finally stops. 

“Same old. No new faces. Except one, but they weren’t interesting at all. An addition that has truly only worsened the pool. We so need fresh ideas and talent. All this math isn’t taking us anywhere at all!” 

“Math is the only truth, Minghao.”

“No, there is no truth, Seungcheol. It’s all versions of ideas framed by man. There are phenomena, and then there are explanations. Math is just one of those explanations.”

“I beg to-”

“No, I agree with Minghao on this one,” surprisingly Minhee pipes in. “Just like how Y/N and Hyunsik are dating for four years but there’s absolutely no truth about why she’s still with him. There can only be explanations of it, but no one knows the truth.” 

First, there’s a dead silence in the staffroom. You can do nothing but stare at Minhee, who stares right back at you. 

“Isn’t your fourth year anniversary coming up? Next month, if I’m not wrong? Is he planning to come and see you, at least?” 

You’re suddenly out of breath, our of words, and out of thoughts. The first emotion you feel is fear, and then panic, and finally embarrassment. Even if you’re looking at Minhee, the only eyes you can feel right now are those of Seungcheol, sitting right opposite to you. 

“Minhee, what are you saying?” Minghao intervenes, always the peacemaker.

“No, I want to know-”

“Minhee-ah. Noona’s personal life isn’t up for debate here.”

“I know Hao. I just feel that Unnie should have the guts to accept things and not hide her face like a ostrich.”

“Now is not the time to discuss that.”

“Yes! See! That’s why it never gets discussed!” 

Your face is turning redder by the minute, but you’re still too shocked to say anything. It’s been months since anyone has asked about your relationship, Minhee has always been nosy, but never before has she called you out so publicly. 

Except it’s not even calling you out, you realise. It’s a stupid accusation.

“What Noona and Hyunsik Hyung are going to do for their fourth-year anniversary is really not your business, Minhee. I know we’re best friends but-”

You stand up, and place a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “No, she’s right. He’s probably not going to come home. But that doesn’t imply any of the connotations you’re trying to draw from it, Minhee. If you’re so desperate for gossip, you should spend more time at the female hostel. I’m sure the kids will have plenty to tell you.”

Minhee looks like she wants to say something, but Seungcheol speaks up. 

“Okay Minhee, I think that’s enough. Don’t make her uncomfortable, please.” He stands up, looking right into your eye, and you look back. “I’m not-” “Y/N, please. No one is judging you. Minhee, please take a breath of fresh air from outside and come back in. Cool down, for god’s sake,” and Minhee has no option but to comply (although with a loud huff). Everyone complies when Seungcheol uses that voice.

But you hate it. You think you can double over and die, crumble rather than receive Choi Seungcheol’s pity, protection and pretence of care. Minghao wraps an arm around your shoulder, but you shirk away. You’re stronger than this. They can’t just lash out at your insecurities and break you down. No, Seungcheol shouldn’t know-

“Noona.” Minghao speaks again, and you snap out of your spiral. You realise it’s just the two of you in the room now, no Seungcheol. You’re sighing out of relief. 

“Do you want some coffee?”

He’s holding your hand, and you can see the smallest finger on your left hand shaking even in his grip.

“Yes, please. Can’t go to class like this.”

“Don’t mind Minhee. She’s- volatile.”

“I know. It’s not her I mind-”

“I know. But don’t mind him either. He’ll never judge you, you know that right?”

“Minghao, you’re so-”

“No, I’ve been seeing him around you for two years now. And I’m not wrong. He’ll never judge you. Or hurt you. Just like neither will I. Nor Minhee. Nor Wonwoo.”

You sigh again. Your temples are throbbing, and you know it’s going to get worse through the day. You also have a session with Dr. Lee today, surprisingly a solo one. God, it’ll be a long one.

“I know. Now can we please get coffee? And tell me more about your conference. I need some distractions.”

Minghao smiles and hugs you gently, before standing up and walking out of the staffroom, you following right behind him.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 4

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

Enid was particularly boisterous today. I assume the increasing fullness of the moon is to blame. This must have caused her to desire an increased need for physical contact. I am unsure as to why though. Much of the day was spent begrudgingly placating her whims. I only acquiesced because it was less bothersome than her pouting.

Despite the physical contact of holding her hand, at her request, she continually brushed up against me. When I commented on this peculiar behavior the werewolf's face became flushed with color. Her response, in hushed tones, was that she was 'scenting' me. When I asked for clarification as to why and for what purpose she gave some vague incoherent rambling answer about werewolves being territorial, which may confirm one of my earlier hypotheses. I did not comment further on the behavior but it did decrease somewhat. I decided that it would be more productive if I educated myself on such matters independently. However, it was most difficult to find a moment of solace with Enid clinging to me like a particularly stubborn flea.

Increased aggression and resource guarding must also be another side effect of the waxing gibbous moon. Enid kept repeatedly growling at people who tried to approach our table at lunch. However, if this was indeed resource guarding, I find it odd that she let the vampire and siren join us. Perhaps she didn't feel threatened at losing her food because the vampire's diet differs from her own. That could explain her passive acceptance of the mosquito Tanaka. But why Portokalos too? Siren and werewolf diets overlap. So why was she accepted but not the others that passed by our vicinity? It remains unclear.

Several other werewolves, or 'furs' as Enid calls them, were also on edge today. Enid nearly got into a physical altercation with another werewolf that was trying to engage me in conversation. She looked simply stunning as she partially wolfed out and threatened the other werewolf with maiming if he continued conversing with me. There was much snarling and displays of intimidation. Eventually the other werewolf backed down. After that encounter Enid insisted I wear my snood for the rest of the day. I protested at first, explaining that I had no intention of returning to our dorm simply to acquire another piece of clothing. Besides, I have already made my stance known that I shall only wear the garment on special occasions. An unremarkable Thursday hardly qualified its use.

Enid was quick to explain that it would keep other 'furs' from bothering me. I considered her statement before ruefully agreeing that a decrease in social interaction would be rather enjoyable. Before I could rise from the table to retrieve the garment, Enid produced it from the contents of her backpack. My incredulity must have been apparent as Enid voiced an answer before I could ask. She said she brought it 'just in case.' She must have predicted the erratic behavior of her fellow kin. I was touched by such foresight by her on my behalf.

I decided to wear it, as it would have been foolish of me to pass up such an opportunity to be left alone in peace. I was both surprised and not that my snood now smelled strongly of Enid. It was in her bag after all. Admittedly the experience wasn't too unpleasant. Either the snood itself or Enid's strong scent did prevent any further interaction with other werewolves. I was most impressed by its efficacy. Enid seemed rather pleased with this outcome as well. I was given a wide berth by any subsequent werewolves as I walked the academy halls.

Unfortunately I forgot to remove my snood when I arrived at my mandated appointment with my therapist. Her eyes were drawn to it repeatedly before I voiced the reason for its appearance. Strangely enough she raised no comment before proceeding to ask about my journaling. I decided to share the briefest of snippets about my impromptu outing with Enid during the waxing crescent moon. She seemed oddly fixated on the maladies that afflicted me that day. She asked me to guess as to their origin.

I cited my lack of sustenance prior to the outing and the low Autumn temperatures. She asked me to explore the symptoms that couldn't be accounted for by obvious external variables. I posited that I could have contracted a mild virus, not uncommon this time of year. She seemed dissatisfied with my answer. I failed to see its relevance to our already irrelevant sessions. She asked about my relationship with Enid. I stated that we were roommates. She asked if that was all. I added that we are also friends. She repeated the question and I repeated my answer.

The rest of the session was as trivial as to be expected. However, at the end she gave me an additional assignment to my journaling; to document my physiological and emotional responses to interactions with my peers. An unusual request. I'm most certain she'll be dulled to a tortuous degree when I recount my lack of response to every student, teacher, and extraneous other I come in contact with between sessions.

[lu-vin-it]

IV. Wedding Bells and a sleepy drive

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The Lady’s Hand M.List

Summary: Hundreds of years ago, a plague broke out, killing most, and turning other's into violent creatures. Many thought all was lost, that was until three unlikely leaders came together and formed three kingdoms: Demesne, Theign, and Azure. Those kingdoms still stood to this day, and now, the most recent heiress of Azure is of age and is intended to marry (much to her dismay).

Pairings: Ellie Williams X Reader

Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Drinking, arranged marriage (but theyre in love), homophobia

AN: Thank you to @stqrluvr for proofreading! Ily. Also, I'm very sorry that it's taken me so long to release this chapter. I literally got kicked out of my home, and then my doctor told me that I had a deadly bacteria growing in my ear (thankfully, I don't!) and its been a lot.

The next day is filled with wedding preparations. In the morning, you directed the decorating, tried different cakes (Which was your favorite part), and then did one last dress fitting. You took a break for lunch, and then it was time to sign the marriage certificate. 

You, your Mother, Ellie, and the officiant, stood in the courtroom, gathered in a circle. 

“Viscount Miller, please sign here.” Ellie stalks over and signs her name. Ellie Miller. But she writes so sloppily, that her name can barely be made out. “Princess Y/N, sign here.” You signed yours as usual. “Congratulations.” You nod your head before walking out. 

An hour later, most of the maids in the palace gathered in your room to prepare you. Your gown was long and beautiful. It was a traditional white, with gorgeous floral detailing and a lacy layer on your skirt. It was flattering, but not too flattering to be scandalous. You felt gorgeous. You hoped that Ellie would feel the same. 

You were excited to marry her. You never thought you’d be happy about who you were marrying. You never thought you’d be happy about getting married, you always assumed that you would be stuck in a loveless marriage with a man you didn’t want to know. But now, you are getting married to Ellie, a girl who you would love to know. You grinned at the thought. 

You stood to the side of the chapel doors, just enough to the side where guests wouldn’t see you. Your Mother approached you with a sly smile. 

“Today is the big day, Y/N. Are you ready?” You nod. 

“I am.” 

“Shall I escort you down the aisle?” She offers her arm to which you take. 

“Of course, Mother.” You two walk in front of the doors, they swing open and everyone stands to see you. Ellie is still wearing her mask. The music starts and your Mother starts walking, guiding you along with her. You grin at Ellie. 

When you got to the end of the aisle, your Mother let go of you and sat down on her throne just to the side of the arch. You took Ellie’s hands. They were sweaty, yours probably were too. The officiant clears his throat and begins. He goes on and on about a royal marriage and its details. 

“Does any person here have any objection to this union?” No one says anything. “Alright then—“ 

“Wait!” You yell. The officiant looks at you confused. “Sorry, everyone, but I think it’s time my spouse took off the cover, right?” You smile at Ellie and slowly take off the hood and mask. People gasp and whisper with one another. 

“Blasphemy! Women were not permitted to join the tournament! You cannot marry a woman!” Your Mother shouts, standing up furiously. You furrow your brows.

“But Mother, you had no quarries with it a mere second ago..” Your Mom looks to the officiant.

“The time to object has passed, your majesty.” He whispers. She scowls and sits back down begrudgingly. You take Ellie’s hands back.

“We can continue now.” You say, smiling. The officiant nods and continues reading. 

“As I guide you in exchanging your vows, you, Princess Y/N L/N of Azure, and you, Viscountess Ellie Miller of Azure, will declare your intentions for a lasting partnership in love and marriage. Are you prepared to do this?”

“Yes.” You and the brunette say at the same time. 

“Repeat after me, Princess,

I, Princess Y/N L/N of Azure, take you, Viscountess Ellie Miller of Azure, to be my hus—wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal partner but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion.” You repeat everything, opting to leave out the slip up, though.

“Repeat after me, Viscountess.

I, Viscountess Ellie Miller of Azure, take you, Princess Y/N L/N of Azure, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal partner but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion.” Ellie repeats everything back.

You squeeze Ellie’s hands and she squeezes back, offering you a bigger smile than the one she was already wearing. You smiled harder too. 

“Please present one another your rings. These rings symbolize the strength of your commitment to this marriage and the love you share.” One of the many caretakers of the palace stepped up with the rings on a pillow. You take Ellie’s and slip it onto her finger, then she takes yours and slips it onto yours. 

“By the power vested in me by the church of Azure, I pronounce you spiritually and lawfully united. You may kiss.” You and Ellie leaned forward and kissed slowly. You wondered if she could tell it was your first kiss. 

The guests broke out into cheers and you finally pulled apart. The kiss was purely magical. You started walking down the aisle and into the carriage that was waiting for you. There was a crowd of citizens waiting for you outside, they were barricaded by the guards. Ellie first stood beside the carriage, helping you into it wearing the same grin that she’s had on since you removed her mask. Once you were inside, you helped her in. You sat on the same side of the carriage, looking out the windows and waving at the people. 

This was huge. No woman had ever married another woman in the history of Azure.  You were honestly terrified of the next morning's paper, you knew there’d be people who reacted poorly, and you also knew that some of those people were sure to be people of power. You weren’t sure what the consequences of your actions would be. 

Along with the anxiety surrounding the people, you were also suddenly overcome with anxiety over Ellie. What would she be like behind closed doors? You had technically been alone with her multiple times in the garden, but that didn’t count, because there weren’t doors. 

Did she even see women in the same way you did? Yes, she said you were beautiful in her initial confession, but she also said she looked up to you. Was she only after the life you had? You hoped you knew her well enough after all the hours spent together in the garden, but how could you ever truly know inside someone else’s head? 

When you arrived at the palace in the country, you were the first to exit the carriage, then you realized that Ellie had fallen asleep. You heaved a sigh before climbing back in, and waking Ellie. 

“Ellie!” You whisper-shout. She groans before opening her eyes. Her face slowly changes from that of anger to a smile. 

“Hello.” 

“Hi. We’ve arrived.” 

“I will never get tired of your face.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smile. 

“We have to go, the staff is waiting.” You start to pull away, but she grabs your wrist. 

“Wait.” You raise an eyebrow at her. “We’re married.” You nod. 

“Indeed we are.” 

“Married couples kiss.” Oh there goes those butterflies again. 

“Indeed they do.” 

“Do you see where I’m going with this?” Oh. So she did want you in the way you wanted her. 

“Indeed I do.” 

“Are you going to kiss me then?” 

“Yes. I’m working up the courage.” She stands up and places a hand on your waist. 

“I have the courage.” You search her eyes before nodding. She leaned in and kissed you. It was sweet, and you never wanted it to end. Then she pulled away and put her hand on your cheek. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” 

“I suppose that might be true, considering you have never seen yourself through my eyes.” She smiles. 

“You leave me wordless more often than I’d like to admit.” You cock an eyebrow up at her. 

“What are you talking about? You always have something to say.” You both laugh. 

“I suppose that’s true.” 

“We have to go.” 

“Do we?” 

“Yes.” She sighs. 

“Alright. Let’s go meet the staff.” 

After the tour, you and Ellie were left in your shared room alone. As soon as the door was shut, and all the maids left, Ellie attacked you. With her lips of course. She wrapped her arms around your waist, and yours wrapped around her neck. This kiss was a lot more intense than the last two, and you enjoyed it even more. Slowly, Ellie started pushing you backwards in the kiss, until your legs hit the bed, and then she pushed you onto the bed, breaking the kiss. 

“You’re so pretty.” She mumbles, taking you in. She starts unbuttoning her shirt. You bite your lips and look away. “Y/N.” You look at her again. Her shirt was off now, and she looked beautiful. She looked like an angel. She was perfect— No. She was better than perfect. “Can I take this off you?” You nod eagerly, making her laugh. 

You didn’t sleep until the sun peeked through the curtains. Half of the night was spent making love with your wife, the other talking and laughing with her. 

As you watched her fall asleep beside you, you knew deep in your heart that everything was going to be okay. You knew that as long as she was with you, you’d be happy.

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[iamjucie]

A History in Lessons

Chapter 5: "Your Most Prized Spawn" pt. 3

You take a long sip from the cup. As soon as it touches your tongue, tingling warmness spreads through the roof of your mouth and spreads across your cheeks. It goes down very smoothly and has very strong notes of citrus, notably lemon... The warmness spreads further up your face, crawling behind your eyes and touching your mind. Your head reels for a moment and the room wavers slightly. Has it really been that long since you’ve drank?

Astarion is swept away by Count Zarovich, leaving you alone in a room of unwelcoming vampire lords. Leaving you alone to your thoughts. Alone, until a familiar face approaches you with a goblet of very, very strong wine.

AO3 link Word count: 1.6k Rating: Mature CW: Implied drugging

(thank you @itsthatpearl for beta reading as always <3 love u)

You begrudgingly take his hand and he helps you off the ground and you set off out the door to join the other lords and ladies of the night.

He drags you along, holding your hand limply behind him and dropping it as soon as you are within the eyesight of the elegant party goers. You stand on the outskirts of the crowd. Vampires chatting, dancing, and intermingling with one another; you look from the crowd to Astarion. You imagine him intertwined with the set of people before you and it doesn’t feel right. The Astarion you loved would be scoffing at this group, making fun of the way they all pretend to like each other, not desperate to have them like him. Not pushing you away for their approval.

You shake off your angst for the time being and look back to the dance floor. While scanning the crowd, you spot a tall lord standing at the opposite end of the ballroom. You do a double take, flinching slightly when you realize he is looking directly at you, now staring predatorily into your eyes between the crowd of people. Astarion doesn’t seem to notice. You maintain eye contact with the man, squinting slightly in an attempt to show him you have more fight to you than he may assume.

Astarion interrupts your staring contest. “Let’s find our proper place settings, shall we?”

You nod and look away from the man who continues staring at you like you're on the menu. Even after you’ve looked away, you can feel his eyes on you.

Not gaining more than two steps behind Astarion, you follow him as he politely greets the party goers with slight bows of his head. They respond to him with a bow and gentle smiles. The smile on their faces drop as soon as you attempt to do the same as your partner, however. Your polite greetings are met with a deadpan, borderline threatening stare from each of them. After the third or fourth failed attempt at being cordial, you give up and leave it to Astarion.

You continue to walk around the ballroom when suddenly Count Zarovich appears from thin air and clasps his hand on top of Astarion’s shoulder with a firm grip. The Count leans into his ear. “I saw you escape the party to admire the decor within the castle.” 

Astarion flinches and tenses up, his shoulders rise to his ears. He glances at you with eyes that scream, “We’re in trouble, get ready to run.” 

Astarion winds up to begin to apologize and grovel in an attempt to remain in the Count’s good graces. He is certainly the last person you want to be on the bad side of. Especially as a new Vampire Lord.

He leans away slightly, hand still remaining on Astarion’s shoulder and exclaims to both of your surprise “If you wanted a tour you only had to ask, my Ascended brother!” the Count begins to pull your partner away from you. “I will show you every inch of the castle! You’re doing renovations yourself, yes? Maybe the Ravenloft Castle can be of inspiration to you!” he continues talking at Astarion as he is pulled further away from you. Your partner turns over his shoulder to face you as the Count continues to talk his ear off. 

“Behave.” He mouths to you 

You scoff and roll your eyes slightly. As if there’s anything else to do. None of the attendants of this ball are anyone you care to be friendly with. You watch as Astarion and his tour guide disappear into a hallway adjacent to the ballroom. 

You remain outside the main pulse of the ball, watching the different lords and ladies enjoy their time. People watching was one of your favorite hobbies when you would to get out of the palace more often. 

You find that although all the attendees are very different in appearance, they all have mannerisms that remain the same between all of them. The way they walk, the way they move their heads and hands when conversing, it’s as if there was a class on how to behave when you become a vampire lord.

You suppose when you live for long enough, all habits and subconscious behaviors would begin to meld into one result. Is this your future? A copy paste vampire lady attending a ball, putting on a nice face to remain in the good graces of your immortal counterparts? Part of you says, “No, you’re different from the rest of them.” and another says “Yes. You are not the exception.”

Your partial spiral is interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. It startles you. You hadn’t expected anyone here to interact with you, so you had allowed yourself to get fully lost in thought. You turn to see the woman you had seen at the entrance standing next to the Count when he greeted you. Well, when he greeted Astarion. She’s his spawn.

She holds a goblet out to you. “Do you drink?” You look from her eyes (that appear much more full of life than the first interaction you had with her) to inside the goblet. Thick purple liquid sloshes inside as she pushes it closer to you. You look at her, a friendly gentle smile spread across her lips. “I’m Fuchsia. Count Zarovich’s favored spawn.”

Well, if you’re going to enjoy talking to anyone in this place, it would most likely be another spawn. Looking around, it appears you two are the only spawns allotted by their counterparts to be in the center of the party. 

“Hells, why not.” you take the goblet with a smile. “It’s been a minute since I’ve partaken, but it is a party after all. I’m Tav.” 

“Really? If I had the ability to drink alcohol without it tasting putrid, I’d be spending my time drunk as a sailor." She laughs lightly. "So, you do have the same abilities as the Vampire Ascendant as his spawn do you not?” She asks with a slight tilt to her head and the same lighthearted tone. 

You take a long sip from the cup. As soon as it touches your tongue, tingling warmness spreads through the roof of your mouth and spreads across your cheeks. It goes down very smoothly and has very strong notes of citrus, notably lemon. “Yes, I do. And because of that, I can tell you this wine is delicious.” The warmness spreads further up your face, crawling behind your eyes and touching your mind. Your head reels for a moment and the room wavers slightly. Has it really been that long since you’ve drank?

“I’m glad it’s to your standards.” She sits at an empty table setting and pats at the chair next to her indicating you to sit. You do. You take another sip from the goblet. “So, tell me about your master.” she asks. 

“Mm-” you finish your sip with a slight chuckle. You wipe the wine from the corner of your mouth. “Please, I only call him that in the bedroom.”

Your eyes open wide, and your lips purse. Did you just say that out loud? Why the fuck did you just say that out loud? You put a hand on your mouth in shock at your remark. The Count’s spawn only laughs.

“You’re so funny! No wonder he keeps you around.” 

“He better keep me around.” Gods- why can’t you stop talking?! You shouldn’t be sharing this. Not with a stranger. The way Astarion is acting he surely doesn’t want anyone to know that- “We are lovers.” Your words spill from your thoughts to your tongue. 

She stops laughing and her gaze becomes slightly serious for a moment. “Oh, you aren’t joking. Are you seriously treated as an equal by him? Calling him not by master, but by his name?”

“Yes, as well as other pet names like darling, babe, baby, daddy, etcetera.”

Your mind is clouding and your vision is slightly warping. You’re having trouble keeping any of your thoughts inside your head, they are pouring out like a waterfall. You can’t even think straight. As moments pass, you seem to care less and less about what you say. It must be really strong wine. 

Fuck it. Astarion left you to have fun on his own, why can’t you have some fun too? You take the last sip of wine from the cup.

“That’s fascinating.” the other spawn leans onto the table with both of her hands on her chin holding up her head. “What can you tell me about how your ma- sorry, how Astarion managed to become the Vampire Ascendant.” 

You lean into her closely and whisper loudly, “Truth be told, he couldn’t have done it without me.” You raise your eyebrows and bring the goblet to your lips to take another sip, forgetting you had already finished it.

Her face is shocked, but intrigued. “Oh? How so?”

You lean back into a sigh, crossing your arms at your stomach. “Well, how much time do you have?”

She looks around the ballroom, scanning for any signs of Astarion and Count Zarovich. “How long are they gone for?” she asks. 

“Hmm… twenty minutes maybe?”

“Oh.” she scoffs “We have plenty of time. They probably haven’t even reached the Master's garden yet.” she chuckles. 

“Perfect.” You lean closer into her, preparing for the dramatic retelling of you and your lover’s origin. “Well, it started on a mindflayer ship.” Fuchsia raises her eyebrows curiously.

Next part

[dalishthunder]

WIP Whenever

Sorry been super burned out from work but hopefully this weekend fixes me :3

I tag @totally-not-deacon

“I think the lack of sunlight is starting to affect me.”

He tilted his head, “I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“We actually need sunlight to synthesize certain vitamins in our body. Lack of sunlight can severely impact us, but I didn’t realize it would happen so quickly.”

“Humans truly are fragile,” He hadn’t intended for it to come out so callously, but as you winced, smile faltering for just a second, he felt a pang of guilt.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit.” There was more that you had to say, but you chewed on your words for a moment before continuing, “And you’re probably not going to like this, but there are certain micronutrients that human bodies need that aren’t present in protein bars. Not- not that I’m complaining, I knew going into this that I probably wouldn’t be eating the same sort of prepared foods that I was before, but I think the lack of vegetables or even a multivitamin might be fucking with my system.”

“Oh,” He hadn’t thought about that.

“Even if we can’t get any vegetables, a multivitamin and water-soluble fiber should be okay.” You quickly added.

Just another way for Talon to figure out that you were human.

Not that he wasn’t already positive that they figured it out already. They weren’t exactly known for being dullards.

“If that is what you need.” He stated simply, and you seemed to relax as though you had been preparing for some sort of battle. “Add it to our requisition forms. I’m sure it will be the easiest of the items on there to procure.”

“Thank you.” You swallowed before letting out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of your head. “I don’t know why I thought this was going to be a more difficult conversation.”

Something in him sank at your words, “I am a reasonable omnic.”

You seemed to bite your tongue at that remark, and he bristled a bit.

“I am.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” You raised your hands placatingly, brows furrowing. “It’s just… sometimes you don’t like my ideas, and I was worried that this would be another one of those times.”

He did not ask for your ideas.

He did not ask for your assistance.

He did not ask you to join him.

He could do this alone.

He had been doing this alone for a long time.

Ramattra stared at you for a moment, processor picking through each of your interactions, and he begrudgingly had to admit that… you weren’t completely incorrect. Since you had chosen to join his cause, he had been… less than charitable when you shared your ideas.

… Your words were not without some truth.

A pregnant pause filled the room, and you cleared your throat awkwardly, “So, um, thanks. For hearing me out this time.”

He mulled on his words, picking over them, sorting the wheat from the chaff, and after another long moment he sighed, “You said when you had first joined, ‘Follow the money. Target them, and the people will begin to rise up.’ Tell me which of those so-called ‘Hard Targets’ you deem most worthy of death and I shall bring annihilation to them.”

A small compromise.

[m00nlight-ramblings]

I Feel Pretty

Shadowheart and Lae'zel spend the night in camp doing each other's makeup...hijinks ensure

Pairing: Shadowheart x Lae'zel (no romance)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

Requested: yes

A/N: okay i love these two together!!!!! We need more platonic friendship fics! Just a reminder, graphic made by me, I do not give permission for my work (graphic and writing) to be shared without my permission.

“Tsk – I do not understand why there is even such a thing as this.” Lae’zel spoke, her voice dripping with distain. Shadowheart knew this was all a farce, however, because before she even asked her, Lae’zel closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting the eyeliner Shadowheart was about to apply.

“Because it’s fun, Lae’zel,” Shadowheart smirked, running the eyeliner pencil gently over Lae’zel’s eyes, “And because it enhances our features – don’t you want to enhance your beauty?”

“No,” Lae’zel immediately answered, “I am already my most beautiful self. I need no enhancement.”

“Ooooo-kay,” Shadowheart drew out, immediately retracting the pencil, “Then I’ll stop -”

“No!” Lae’zel said, opening her eyes. She grabbed Shadowheart’s wrist lightly, “Don’t stop…” She looked down, slightly embarrassed, “…it feels nice.”

Shadowheart, smiling smugly, started to trace Lae’zel’s eyes once more, “That’s what I thought.” She murmured, concentrating on her eyes again. Lae’zel huffed, but didn’t say anything else. Working for a few moments in peaceful silence, Lae’zel spoke up again.

“Thank you,” She said, softly, “This is new. But it is…nice. I…appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” Shadowheart offered, “It’s nice to have something to do that doesn’t involve blood and trying to kill parasites.” She put the eyeliner down and picked up some rouge, dipping her finger in the pale pint pot.

“But I enjoy blood and trying to kill parasites,” Lae’zel said, “So I do not understand how I can also like this.”

Shadowheart sighed, “Because you have the ability to contain multitudes. Just because you enjoying murdering – maybe a little too much? – doesn’t mean you can’t also enjoy lipstick.”

“Hmm.” She replied thoughtfully, puckering her lips in thought.

In a rare move, the party had a night where there was no blood from battle to wash off, or journey to continue. Able to take a break for the evening to do whatever their heart saw fit, Lae’zel had approached Shadowheart, asking about the coloring on her eyelids, wanting to know more. Cut to twenty minutes later, Shadowheart was practically straddling Lae’zel, giving her a full makeover with every arsenal in her makeup box.

“Okay, now just for some color on your lips, and you’ll be done.” Shadowheart said, bringing out a dark, ruby color. Lae’zel looked at it, her eyes widening. When Shadowheart saw this, she chuckled, “Trust me. It will look nice.”

“Okay…” Lae’zel nodded, “And after you’re done, it’s your turn.”

“…what?” Shadowheart asked, taken back a bit. Quizzically, she looked at Lae’zel.

“After you are done painting my face, I shall paint yours.” Lae’zel said, speaking as if Shadowheart was a child. Shadowheart pursed her lips, applying the lipstick.

“…alright.” Even though she was fearful of what she would end up looking like, she agreed. After all, it was very rare that her and Lae’zel shared in similar interests, so this moment in camp was very nice.

As soon as she was done with Lae’zel’s lipstick, Astarion walked by, coming back from a hunt. He stopped in his tracks, looking between the two of them. He smirked and tilted his head, his eyes glittering.

“…what are you two up to?”

“Shadowheart is painting my face because I can enjoy both murder and lipstick.” Lae’zel replied.

“…okay.” Astarion said, furrowing his brows and walking away.

Lae’zel stared at him as he walked away, and excitedly turned to Shadowheart, “My turn.” She said mischievously, her eyes widening at Shadowheart’s makeup box. Picking up a coal stick for eyeshadow, she motioned for Shadowheart to close her eyes. Begrudgingly, she closed her eyes and almost immediately felt an intense pressure on her eyelids.

“Ouch! Not so hard…you can do it really lightly to transfer the color.”

“Apologies.” Lae’zel grumbled, pulling the stick back. Then, Shadowheart felt a light pressure, rubbing back and forth, After a moment, Lae’zel’s finger was rubbing the coal in, extending much farther out on Shadowheart’s face than just her eyelids.

“Blush.” Lae’zel grunted as Shadowheart opened her eyes. When Shadowheart could see again, she saw Lae’zel grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying herself with the makeup. Taking the blush, she scooped a dollop much more than necessary out of the pot. She smeared it on Shadowheart’s face, murmuring under her breath.

“Um, Lae’zel-”

“Shhh!” Lae’zel shushed Shadowheart, furrowing her brows in concentration. She pulled back, examining her work. Rubbing in the blush a little more, she nodded in approval and pursed her lips. “Lipstick. Then done.”

She grabbed the lipstick – a bright, pink shade Shadowheart hadn’t touched in years – and made a kissing face, forcing Shadowheart to mimic it. Slowly, Shadowheart puckered her lips and Lae’zel rubbed the lipstick on her. After about 10 swipes on each lip, Shadowheart was starting to feel like she had an excess of oil on her lips, and was about to try and interrupt Lae’zel again. Suddenly, Lae’zel pulled away, her eyes shimmering.

“Beautiful.” Lae’zel whispered, smiling. She got up and went to her tent, and Shadowheart could hear her rummaging around. Astarion made his way over again, the same playful smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah!” He gasped when he finally got close enough, “Hells, you look like that Dribbles the Clown fellow…after he was decapitated.”

“Shhh!” Shadowheart shushed him, rolling her eyes, “It’s all in good fun, Astarion. Let Lae’zel relax a little, okay?”

Lae’zel returned with a mirror, holding it up too close to Shadowheart’s face, “You are stunning. A vision.”

Shadowheart looked in the mirror and winced, Astarion’s Dribble the Clown comment making sense. Just past the mirror, Lae’zel smiled, waiting for Shadowheart’s opinion. Smiling the best she could – without making the lipstick crack – Shadowheart nodded.

“Verrryyyy niiiiice.” She said, giving Lae’zel a thumbs up. Lae’zel clapped.

“I like lipstick. But I also like murder! This is fun. Can we do this again tomorrow night?” Lae’zel asked. Astarion snickered and raised his eyebrows at Shadowheart, who sighed and nodded.

“Yes, we can do it again tomorrow.”

Lae’zel smiled again and took the mirror back to her tent, leaving Astarion alone with Shadowheart. She eyed him, crossing her arms.

“I wouldn’t be to fast to tease me, Astarion,” She started, smirking, “Because tomorrow night, I’ll let Lae’zel do your makeup.”

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Hi, this is my first time asking a request so i hope im doing it right! I was thinking if you can make a Scaramouche x mute fem reader fluff. I really liked the one you made and i was wondering if you can make like kinda a part 2, if it's possible of course. Have a good day!

Hi anon! BTW let me know if you want this to continue because I am actually ready to write to the ending of this AU once I've figured it out. I really didn't expect to turn this request into the possible beginning of a story but my mind said yes and I didn't stop it.

Diyu is the realm of the dead/hell in Chinese mythology if you don't know. Have fun and anything words (like this) mean they're being signed!

Scaramouche x mute!fem!reader fluff

You heard the door open and your lover call out, causing you to drop your book on the armoire next to you and ran to meet him in the doorway. Signing rapidly as he tried to balance everything in his arms, dozens of scrolls tumbling out onto the ground and some zaytun peaches and harra fruits bouncing against the carpet. (Kuni! What did you do while you were out there?!) Purple dripped from his neck and onto his arms, seeing a small cut on his neck and nerves starting to freak out.

“Will you stop signing so I can actually understand you?! Help me put these scrolls on the table” You rolled your eyes and begrudgingly did the items dropped on the floor onto a bench that would usually be used for putting on shoes and hanging wet things when it down poured. Finally being able to talk to him, you went to grab a stray cloth and pushed it against his neck, cupping his cheek with the other hand and mouthing some words. (What happened to you neck?! Let me help you!).

“Alright Alright! Just calm down” Wanderer spoke as he signed quickly, taking your hands in his and guiding you to the kitchen. Everything went quickly after that as you helped bandaged him up and kept glancing at his eyes remaining on you. (I made some tea while I was reading, do you want some? Did you go out on another of Kusanali’s missions?) He nodded and moved to get the tea, completely ignoring the sugar and honey beside it.

“Yes I went into the city to for some supplies and because of that archon’s missions. Don’t know why she couldn’t have gotten that information, granted she probably wouldn’t have liked how I got it.” The puppet signed after taking a sip of his tea and opening up one of the scrolls, laying it on the table to see what it held and unable to sign anything once you read the first words.

(The Gate of Everlasting Mourning shall open to Diyu when Rukkhadevata is reborn.)

“The Gate of Everlasting Mourning shall open to Diyu when Rukkhadevata is reborn.”