#this is why we don’t pull all nighters

[random0lover]

Piece of advice: don’t edit your writing when you’re really tired 🙂👍🏼

[pepprs]

STILL wide awake! i did not put down my phone! and now im hungry. so i will not be sleeping tonight ♥️

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 9: Barbara)

<<Part 8: Duke    |    Part 10: Alfred >>

[Masterlist]

Barbara: Alright, my turn!

Tim: Frankly I’m terrified for what’s about to happen

Dick: Oh Babs will be nice, don’t worry :)

Dick: I stand corrected

Steph: Oh god

Bruce: [sighs and puts his head in his hands]

Barbara: I organized it roughly from newest vigilantes to oldest, since more patrolling means more room for spectacular failures

Duke: It was a bad day for me

Jason: HA

Steph: Been there, done that. Not on TV though that really sucks man.

Steph: NOOOOOO

Tim: ONE SQUARED?

Steph: I GOT CONFUSED

Jason: [Hysterical laughter]

Damian: One multiplied by one?!

Steph: I THOUGHT IT MADE TWO I UNDERSTAND MY MISTAKE

Duke: From this mask view footage Batman is just watching this go down

Bruce: He said he didn’t want help. Felt like a teaching moment.

Damian: (muttering) I was fine.

Dick: Damian we were not going to drive you to 5th grade with a knife in your liver.

Steph: You’ve had this footage for four years?!

Barbara: I keep a file for blackmail. Cass doesn’t really have much, though.

Cass: (signing) I did learn the dance. Eventually.

Tim: WILL THIS TORMENT EVER END

Jason: YOU CRASHED THE BATMOBILE INTO A WALMART, TIMMY.

Steph: You deserve every joke we make about this

Damian: Your idiocy must be remembered

Dick: Yeah Tim this is pretty bad

Jason: Can I have that mask view footage

Barbara: I got ya

Tim: I hate it here

Jason: I really can’t defend this one

Dick: Why...? Did you shoot the trashcan?

Jason: I thought it was looking at me funny

Damian: The trashcan?

Jason: I was up for 52 hours give me a break.

Barbara: Do you want to tell them why you pulled two all-nighters in a row? Or should I?

Jason: You are an evil, evil woman. How do you even- nevermind. Of course you know everything, why do I even wonder. And for the record, the first night I stayed up for a case.

Barbara: And the second night was for Animal Crossing.

Jason: ...perhaps.

Duke: Oh my god.

Steph: And you laughed at me?

Bruce: (sighs)

Steph: Stop you were adorable in high school

Barbara: Thank you, but the braces? The acne? The bangs? 15 year old Barbara had no idea what she was doing.

Dick: I for one thought you were very cute in high school.

Jason: Stop flirting or I will leave

Bruce: Why were you both on a roof at night in your school uniforms?

Dick: I think let’s move on

Dick: Nevermind nevermind go back

Tim: Oh my god, Dick.

Duke: ”Purposely” ?!

Dick: I was nine

Damian: I knew better by age 9.

Bruce: Lessons were learned. I hope.

Jason: I’m starting to think I was one of the better Robins

Dick: I felt like I see sounds for three days...

Bruce: All traces of this were wiped from the internet.

Barbara: Oh Bruce, you know I’m better than that.

Dick: Hold on, hold on, we need an explanation.

Alfred: (as he walks by) A little too much to drink goes a long way...

Tim: YOU WERE DRUNK? ON PATROL?

Jason: No way. Even I haven’t been that stupid.

Duke: What did you buy at CVS

Bruce: ...apparently... I bought lollipops.

Steph: “Apparently” as in the next morning you didn’t remember putting on the Batsuit, going to CVS, buying lollipops, and talking to a guy with an audio recording device?

Bruce: ...yes.

Cass: (signing) Very bad. Very funny, but very bad.

Damian: Also an ineffective use of a smoke bomb if this civilian saw you walk away...

Bruce: Barbara, you have made your point.

<<Part 8: Duke    |    Part 10: Alfred >>

[Masterlist]

[jjunberry]

༄ STEAM ‧₊˚.

synopsis ✵ your boyfriend builds a hot tub simply to see your new swimsuit

pairing ✵ kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre ✵ slice of life, smut ⓲+

warnings ✵ semi-public sex, hot tub sex, spanking,choking, oral fem! receiving, pet-names, creampie, etc.

wc ✵ 1.7k

your eyebrows furrowed as taehyun sat on the patio with piles of unassembled parts. his eyes focused on the instructions for the hot tub he bought. “taehyun we should of just had it installed.” at the sound of your voice he looked up. “why would i do that? i can totally put this thing together.”

you giggled. “babe you’ve been at this for three hours and haven’t moved past the directions.” he stared at you. “maybe i just want to make sure i have everything.” you patted his shoulder and leaned close to his ear. “hurry and finish, i have a new swimsuit i want to try out.” he shivered as you whispered those words. before he could reply you took off into the house.

now all that he could think about was you in your little swimsuit in the hot tub. all he could picture is the water on your skin. he could practically feel the steam already.

he spent all night building that hot tub. by sunrise taehyun had the hot tub completely built. he had to hose from the backyard filling it up when you found him. you leaned against the door frame sipping a cup of coffee. “babe did you spend all night building this?” his eyes snapped to you. “of course i did.” you walked over to him offering him a drink of your coffee which he gladly accepted. his arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you against his chest.

you relaxed against him. “i hope you aren’t too tired to break it in later.” taehyun gripped you tighter against him. “don’t worry baby, all i could think about was you in your swimsuit.” you shivered at this words. thoughts of what the two of you would do raced in your mind.

“i can’t wait.” you kissed his jawline before going inside to make breakfast.

taehyun had decided on a nap after his all nighter building the hot tub.

when he finally did wake up it was well past seven o’clock. the sun had set a while ago. he reached for you on your side of the bed but was met with an empty space. he groaned and willed himself out of bed. he found you in the kitchen cooking dinner.

taehyun walked up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “hi baby.” he mumbled. you grinned, reaching your hand up to touch his hair. “hi hyunie.”

he reached his hand around and turned off the stove. his lips connected with your neck. “why don’t you put on that little swimsuit of yours and we'll go try out the hot tub.” you shivered at how deep his voice had gotten.

“but what about dinner?” you asked. “nevermind dinner, i want to skip straight to dessert.” you laughed. “i’ll put the swimsuit on but please never make that reference again.”

taehyun rolled his eyes and smacked your ass as you walked past. “hurry up and meet me outside.” he yelled after you. he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. once he got the hot tub set up he went and changed into his swim trunks.

the water was the perfect temperature. he got in and poured the wine. closing his eyes images of what you could look like flashed through his mind. he felt himself twitch in his shorts. the sound of the back door opening caught his attention.

there you stood leaning against the door frame. his eyes trailed your figure. a delicate silk robe hid the swimsuit from his hungry eyes. “there you are.” he said. you grinned and walked towards the hot tub.

you sat on the edge dipping your legs in. taehyun swam over and rested between your legs. his hands slid up your thighs before stopping and resting on your waist. you giggled and clasped your arms around his neck. “may i?” he asked.

you nodded and he was quick to unite the robe letting the silk material fall from your shoulders.

his breath caught in his throat when he saw you. your breasts just barely covered by a dark red swim top. the thin strings tied cutely around you in a bow. your bottom half sporting a matching bottom piece. the sides tied together in bows. taehyun’s mouth felt dry.

“baby you look so fucking hot right now.” he said. his eyes still trailing your body. “oh stop it.” you playfully shoved his chest. “stand up for me, do a spin.” he held your hand while you stood and turned around showing him your backside. his eyes locked on your ass.

he gripped your hips and spun you back around before pulling you down into the water with him. you let out a scream at the sudden motion but quickly wrapped yourself around him. his large hands quickly find their place cupping your ass.

“this is nice.” you played with the hair at the nape of his neck. despite the warmth of the water his skin had goosebumps in the wake of your every touch. taehyun grinned and handed you a glass of wine. you gripped the glass drinking the sweet liquid.

taehyun was quick to down his glass. once yours was gone he placed the glasses in the cup holder. “come here.” he motioned you towards him. you swam over to him. his lips quickly found yours. the kiss was sweet from the wine, but sloppy from the desperation.

you moaned and grinded your hips. you could feel how hard he was through the thin material of his swim trunks. the steam from the hot water only adding to the desire for one another. with his lips still attached to yours he lifted you to sit on the side of the hot tub. he began trailing kisses down your body stopping just above your waistline.

“can i?” he asked. you nodded lifting your hips up. taehyun was quick to pull your bottoms off. thankful for the water for wetting them and hiding just how soaked taehyun actually had you. he kissed down your body. his mouth hovering over your heat. your hips bucked feeling his breath against you.

you whined. “do something hyunie.” he smirked before diving in. his tongue making quick work of you. you couldn’t help the moans that escaped you. taehyun smirked before adding his fingers and sucking on your clit. “keep making those pretty sounds.” he mumbled against you. his voice caused you to shiver.

it didn’t take long for your orgasm to wash over you. you screamed out legs shaking as you pulled taehyun closer. his hair gripped tightly between your fingers. he worked you through your orgasm.

when you finally released him he leaned back his chin glistening with your juices. taehyun licked his lips and smirked at you still shaking. you slid into the water and wrapped your arms around his neck. your lips attached to his. taehyun hands gripped your ass.

you trailed your nails down his chest before dipping one hand into his swim trunks. he was already hard. your touch had him breathless. “let me return the favor.” you said. taehyun’s hand gripped your throat.

“as much as i love the feel of your mouth, i need to be buried in that pretty pussy of yours.” his words were followed by a deep kiss. he quickly freed himself from his swim trunks before lining himself up with your entrance.

just before he slid in you pushed him down onto one of the built in seats. a deep groan left his lips when you slid down his cock taking him completely. “oh fuck.” he groaned once he bottomed out. his hands came up and united your swim top, throwing it to float around with the other pieces of clothing.

taehyun pulled you flushed against his chest as you rode him. the water splashing around your lower halves and the cool night air hitting your top halves. taehyun left hot opened mouth kisses along your neck and collar bone. your hips never slowing in pace. you felt so full. the steam from the hot tub rising as your bodies created even more heat together.

taehyun groaned and pulled out quickly pushing your body to lean over the side of the hot tub. he gathered your wet hair into a ponytail pulling you against his chest. he brought his other hand down across your ass. a harsh wet sound filled the air. “mhm fuck baby.” he groaned before pushing back into your soaking wet folds. his hands moved to grip your hips. the hold was tight but you paid it no mind, to lost in pleasure.

“oh fuck hyunie right there.” you moaned out as he pounded into you hitting that sweet spot deep inside. he grunted and snapped his hips against yours faster. he could feel you clenching around him. “does that feel good baby?” he asked. all you could do was nod. he smacked your ass again. “i said does that feel good?” his hips snapped against yours. “y-yes.” you managed to choke out. he felt you clench around him again only causing his hips to move faster. “are close baby?” his voice was deep. “yes.” you choked on your words.

“cum baby.” he said. with his permission you let go of the knot that formed. your juices spilled out around his cock. taehyun slammed into you before his actions stopped. his body was stiff, head thrown back as his cock twitched inside you. painting your insides white.

trying to catch his breath he pulled out of you. he turned you around bringing you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. you played with his hair, as you both came down from your highs. “mhm thank you.” he kissed your neck. you giggled and pulled his face to meet yours.

“no need to thank me baby.” you giggled kissing his lips. taehyun pulled you tighter against his chest, laying back against the hot tub wall. you held onto him laying against his chest. “i like our hot tub.” you mumbled.

“i like you in your swimsuits more. hey what if we bought a slip and slide?” he sat up getting excited.

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author’s note! he needs me so bad y’all (i’m delusional)

tag list! @304files @jjunieworld

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

[natalievoncatte]

This was going to happen; it was inevitable the moment that Lena chose this course and began preparing to enact the plan. The timing was the mystery, the where and when. Thinking back on it later, she should have known better. Supergirl liked dramatic entrances, and she liked having Lena to herself when she talked. Surprisingly for someone who flew around in primary colors and smiled cheerfully for the cameras, she knew how to be discreet.

There was a double thud as the stacked heels of Supergirl’s boots touched down on the balcony behind her. Lena didn’t look up from her work. Not for the first time, she wondered if Supergirl used her super-senses to read other people. Lena’s heart sped up when she heard the landing and her breath caught, but she remained calm and smooth when she spoke.

“You may as well come in. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor. I don’t bother locking it.”

The glass door slid quietly on oiled plastic runners, and a gust of chilly night air rolled over Lena’s shoulders, causing her ponytail to slide from its place and dangle down her back. She’d changed earlier out of her power suit and exchanged her tight high ponytail for a loose, comfortable one. She was planning an an all-nighter.

“You should lock the door. There are dangerous people out there. Among other things.”

“If any of them have it in for me, they’re not going to be slowed down much by the balcony door, Supergirl.”

There was a soft sigh behind her. “We need to talk.”

Lena smirked. “Why is that? Are you worried my new car saving machine will pull all the cats out of the trees and out you out of work? I’m still working out all the kinks.”

“Miss Luthor…”

“Speaking of kinks, maybe you could help me out. I’ve got a terrible crick in my neck and could use a super-neck rub.”

“Miss Luthor,”

“Or if you’re not busy, you could run and grab us some takeout. I’m thinking Thai, how about you?”

“Lena!”

Sighing, she turned around, tearing her attention from her work. Supergirl had her arms folded, displaying those impressive muscles of hers, and was looking at Lena with an expression of stern concern, something soft and a little worried in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion, then? Let me guess, someone wants to assassinate me.”

Supergirl sighed and let her arms fall. “You need to take this seriously. Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“And why is that?”

Supergirl edged closer, her cape swirling slightly behind her. She put a hand on Lena’s desk and leaned over her.

“Because you’re been buying up every ounce of Kryptonite you can find.”

Her pulse began to race and she fought the urge to sink back from the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers.

“That’s not possible. Your cousin destroyed it all.”

“Not all of it,” said Supergirl. “The DEO keeps some, and there’s some floating around on the black market, usually mistaken for something else.”

“What makes you think that I didn’t just stumble across some? I inherited an extensive collection of art and sculpture, Supergirl, and I’m always adding to it. Ask Kara Danvers. I’m going to display the bulk of the family collection in a new wing at the city museum.”

“Because the DEO identified and tracked dozens of pieces, including the ones you bought,” Supergirl said, quietly. “It’s a way for us to identify threats and see who’s trafficking in it. You moved them through shell companies and had them smuggled through customs. You’re hiding something.”

Lena pushed to her feet, indignant, leaning into the do confrontation. She stabbed a manicured nail into the center of Supergirl’s chest, right into her big S.

“So now you come storming into my office making accusations?”

Supergirl planted her fists on her hips and stood over Lena, glaring down at her.

“I’m on your side. I’m the only one keeping the DEO from arresting you. I want to believe that there’s a benign reason for this, Lena. But you have to give me one. People think you’re a threat.”

Lena stared back at her, studying her features, her expression.

“It won’t do any good to tell you. Your superiors won’t believe me. They’ve been trying to entrap me ever since I took over the company.”

“They’re not my superiors,” Kara snapped. “I work with them. They have resources and support I need.”

Lena crossed her arms and cocked her head. “They also have Kryptonite. You just admitted that.”

“Lena,” Supergirl snapped.

Quickly, she grabbed a random page from her notes and scribbled, are they listening?

Supergirl looked at it briefly, then at Lena, weighing her options.

Then she nodded.

Lena scrawled on the sheet.

I’m making a cure.

Supergirl started, flinching as she read the note. She blinked almost comically.

Can we talk without anyone listening in? Lena wrote.

Supergirl nodded, taking the paper. She slipped the pen out of Lena’s grasp and scrawled, give me five minutes.

“Fine,” said Lena. “Tell your people they can call a judge. I’m sure they’ll have all the proper papers and warrants and court orders and it will all be nice and legal.”

“I don’t want it to be this way,” said Supergirl. “I want to work together with you. I believe in you, Lena.”

“You have a hell of a way of showing it.”

Supergirl huffed, turned, and headed for the balcony, taking off with such force that Lena stumbled back a few steps.

Lena waited, finally moving towards the door to close it, when a folded paper airplane sailed through the opening and came to rest on her desk. She closed the balcony door and grabbed the paper, quickly unfolding it.

They can track my suit. Meet me at the Big Belly on 49th. Leave your phone. Walk. Don’t worry about your safety, I’ll be watching. I’ll be in civilian clothes.

Lena crumpled the note in her pocket. The place Suoergirl meant was a half an hour walk, and Lena was more than a little nervous about walking it at night. So, she grabbed her .357 from her desk drawer and stuffed it in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, and took her private elevator to the ground floor.

When she walked up on the Big Belly, it was of course closed, dark inside with the chairs up on the tables. Lena tensed when she saw a figure approaching in the dark, much like she was, in joggers and a hoodie.

She relaxed when she saw Kara Danvers hiding in that hood. When they crossed paths, Lena stopped and began walking beside her.

“Supergirl said she would meet me herself,” said Lena. “I’m kind of surprised she sent you, Kara.”

“Keep your voice down,” Kara said, softly. “Follow me.”

Kara led her on a trek through downtown, making Lena rather nervous. This part of the city emptied out after hours and it was close to three in the morning, and they were walking alone on empty streets, finally turning off down an alley between two seemingly random buildings.

There, Kara stopped, and sighed.

“Can you really do it? Can you cure Kryptonite poisoning?”

“Yes,” Lena said, excited. “I think I can. I’m very close. I needed the samples I procured so that I could perfect the process.”

Kara’s shoulders hitched a little. She faced away from Lena, and took a step towards the brick wall in front of her.

“They have a device that your brother created. It can disperse Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere in a few minutes.”

“I’m familiar with it.”

“It’s how they control me. I don’t know where they keep it, only that they have it. If I step out of line, they’ll poison the atmosphere and kill me.”

“Kill you? Kara what are you talking about? You’re not…”

“I told you I’d meet you in civilian clothes. When I wrote the note in your office.”

Lena stumbled back a step, trying to process what she just heard. Kara was talking as if…

She turned around, facing Lena, and stood to her full height, removing her glasses without sweeping back her hood, and met Lena’s gaze.

“But… you’re…”

“Hush,” Kara said, softly. “I’ll explain everything. Right now we need to move and move fast, before they figure out what I’m up to. How fast can you finish your cure?”

“I need a few days and some things from my lab.”

Kara brought her wrist up and spoke into a hidden radio. “Alex, get ready to move. We’ll need to get to Lena’s lab before the DEO does.”

Lena blinked a few times. What the hell was going on?

“I need to get you someplace safe, then I’ll get you up to speed,” said Kara. “Will you come with me?”

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. “Where?”

“Safety. I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You’re too dangerous to the DEO, Lena. They’re going to move on you, and I had to beg to give you a chance. Tomorrow someone is going to come make you an offer you can’t refuse, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

Lena nodded.

“Alright then. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Kara nodded.

“Good. Lena Luthor, welcome to the Justice League.”

I had a weird urge to play with the idea of a world where the DEO are a black ops unit that controls Supergirl with the threat of Kryptonite and Lena helps her take them down and save the world. Of course Kara has to be all dramatic about naming the resistance movement.

[budbuddnbuddy]

Little obey me headcanons (pt2)

(Pt3)

A/n: Some more of headcaons and world building for y’all to enjoy, NSFW is included. Also some full fics are in the works rn so enjoy.

I can’t remember who exactly said it but there was this headcaon that Lucifer was always a bit horny for you and I fully agree with that. HOWEVER, he only really gives bedroom eyes when either: A. He’s been working at his desk for fucking 20 hours sometimes even days. or B. You haven’t been in the Devildom in over 3 months. His eyes are already super pretty, but he’ll flutter his long eyelashes at you, get super close, touch up all over your arm and shit. That kinda stuff.

Amsodeus definitely has piercings, specifically on his nipples, bellybutton, and tongue. Mammon would get nipple piercings if he wasn’t such a pussy.

I feel like this is already canon due to the manga but Mammon has a great ass, like a really great ass-

One time you and Lucifer got into an argument and you tried to be the bigger person by leaving the room and trying to cool off but he mistook it as an act of defeat and…

“MC, you need to get more sleep. I always keep on telling you this why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“I literally only pulled 2 all nighters! You’ve been locked up in your room for the past 2 weeks! Do you understand how hypocritical you sound right now?”

“That’s different, I’m a demon. You’re just a human MC.”

“Y’know what? Whatever.”

“That’s what I thoug-“

And then just picture MC whipping around and giving Lucifer the one of the hardest slaps they can muster. He wasn’t even mad about just in shock.

Personally, I think Solomon has the prettiest blush out of everyone. Maybe it’s because his skin is so pale and his blush is so pink and he gets so shy and bashful and UGH HES SO PRETTY 😭

Simeon is a milf, no I will not explain.

Part of me just cannot accept that Luke is canonically over 4’11, I think he’s just a tad bit shorter then that, maybe 4’9 and a half.

I feel like Barbatos has a negative cantal tilt, or just has sleepily drowsy like eyes.

RAD is actually 6 stories tall, there are 3 gyms , 2 courtyards one on the roof (the one we see the most) and then the one on the first floor, and over 700 classrooms. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos. Are the only ones out of everyone who don’t attend classes but rather manage everything that happens within RAD and out.

[harveysweakness]

If it’s possible could you possibly write something where reader and Harvey have been secretly married to each other for a few years the law firm doesn’t know since reader practices under her maiden name, anyway the firm finds out and tells them that they don’t need to hide anything. (Maybe they thought the firm would fire them or something?) idk up to you!

Thank you for taking my request!

A/N: Italics are in the past! I absolutely love this request! Thank you so much for requesting, I had a blast writing it! Let me know your thoughts!

"Mrs. Specter," your husband whispered into your ear, pressing his lips briefly to your temple. "I will see you in thirty minutes."

"Mr. Specter," you replied, leaning into his touch, "My driver is faster than yours, so I will see you in twenty."

He chuckled, the feeling of it rumbling through his chest against your back. "I like those odds."

He left, the fluttery feeling in your chest once again taking you back to the first time you met Harvey.

"And this is our newest senior partner, Y/F/N Y/L/N," Jessica introduced Harvey to you. "Y/N, this is Harvey Specter."

"You can call me Harvey," the man replied, holding his hand out to you.

"You can call me Ms. L/N," you smiled, shaking his hand. Jessica smiled.

"And that is why I hired her."

Harvey smirked, but his eyes didn't leave your face. And though you kept his gaze, the fluttering in your chest made you want to run.

-------

By the time you'd made it to the building, Harvey had already been there thirty minutes. He caught up to you quietly in the hallway.

"What happened to twenty minutes?" he asked, trying and failing to conceal the smirk on his face as the two of you walked briskly towards your office.

"Traffic," you simply shrugged.

"I think it was actually that you still hadn't done your hair when I left."

"Shut up," you muttered, both of your eyes falling to the approaching junior partner.

"Mike," you greeted warmly, "how's that case for Robinson coming along?"

"I've got my first year associate working on it, so good."

"See, now you know why I treated you the way I did all those years," Harvey responded.

"You made me work three times the amount of hours I'm having mine work," Mike retorted.

"What are you going to do, labor laws have changed," Harvey shrugged, glancing at you.

"Don't look at me, I was always nice to my first years."

"It's true, she was the nicest," the newest junior partner agreed.

"Thank you, Mike. I will see you and Mr. Specter later at the meeting."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Harvey," your husband called after you.

-----

You weren't quite sure when you'd started letting him call you by your first name, but it probably had to do with the all-nighters you'd started pulling together when the firm was being sued for fraud.

"I can't find anything," you sighed, frustrated. You held your head in your hands, rubbing your temples from the exhaustion headache.

"Me either," Harvey replied, throwing down his recent stack of papers on his desk.

"What are we going to do, Harvey?" you asked softly, scared for the firm.

"I don't know, Ms. Y/L/N."

"You can call me Y/F/N, Harvey. I think we've known each other long enough."

"Does this mean we're becoming friends?" he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh too.

"Something like that."

-----

"They know," you announced, shutting the door to Harvey's office behind you.

"What do you mean they know? It's been five years, they don't know."

"They know," you repeated.

"They don't know."

"Harvey," you deadpanned.

"Sweetheart."

"Harvey, you ought to listen to your wife," you said, crossing your arms across your chest and jutting your hip out. His eyes followed the curve of your body, focusing on your hip.

"You're right, I should."

"Not the time. I heard Jessica telling the other partners, junior and senior, that she needed to hold a meeting with everyone because of something going on with two partners. Everyone was there but us."

"Because we're busy and the best in the firm," he shrugged.

"Harvey."

"Sweetheart."

"Jessica then said, and I quote 'best-kept secret relationship the firm has ever seen."

"Okay, so she knows," your husband nodded. You hummed in agreement.

"So what? She's not going to fire us," he noted.

"So why is this a partner meeting?" you questioned.

"That I don't know, but I'll find out."

You nodded, turning on your heels to get back to your office, not missing Harvey's famous call for Donna to tell him what was going on.

-----

Not even an hour later Jessica knocked on your door.

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a last minute partner meeting?"

"Of course," you replied, hoping your nerves weren't showing through your voice.

"It will only take a few moments. We just need to pick up Harvey on the way."

Stopping at Harvey's office, you waited while Jessica repeated the same words to him before leading you towards the conference room. The two of you shared a look, feeling a bit on edge. While you were more the one to feel your nerves, Harvey typically put himself more on the offensive when danger seemed possible.

"Why now, at this hour on a Tuesday?" he asked the managing partner.

"It seemed like the right time," Jessica replied simply.

"Well it doesn't feel right to me," Harvey retorted. "I had plans this afternoon."

"I'm sure you did. Y/N, didn't you also have to cancel plans? Didn't you ask for this afternoon off about a month ago?"

If you weren't sweating before, you certainly were now. Even your husband looked a tad nervous. Neither of you had time to dwell any further as you took your seats.

"There seems to be a congratulations in order," Jessica began. "One that was due five years ago."

You paled, staring straight at her. You didn't dare sneak a look at Harvey.

"It's impressive, really, keeping a secret such as this for so long. It's not a simple task to hide a marriage."

There were murmurs and whispers heard around the room. Harvey's hand briefly found your knee below the table and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Would the couple like to reveal themselves? Or should I?" Jessica asked.

"Y/N and I have an announcement," the man next to you spoke up.

There were several surprised gasps around the room, causing your cheeks to burn.

"You're married!?" Mike exclaimed, seemingly unable to help himself.

"Have been for five years, three months, and four days," your husband responded smoothly. Mike looked like he might stop breathing.

"And they have been the happiest days of my life," Harvey continued. "And I regret nothing."

"Can I ask why?" Jessica questioned softly, her eyes on you.

"We never wanted to put the firm in danger, in a different light," you answered. "If people knew- clients, other firms- we didn't want to risk changing the reputation of the firm."

Jessica gave an almost apologetic smile, knowing what you said had truth.

"Cats out of the bag now. I guess screw the firms reputation," Louis muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Louis-" Harvey began.

"The firm will be just fine," Jessica interrupted. "And I did mean congratulations really were in order." Her secretary seemed to hear everything, for several bottles of champagne were brought in with glasses for everyone.

"To Harvey and Y/N, may you have a lifetime of continued happiness together."

You looked at Harvey, clinking your champagne glasses together with smiles on your faces.

"Screw it," you heard him mutter, before quickly pressing his lips to yours.

[onlyhaos]

pairing: lee jihoon x afab!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

“I’m tired.” You mumbled into Jihoon’s chest. Earning a sigh from your boyfriend.

“Then why don’t you just go to bed?” He asked, for the nth time this evening.

You knew he’d pull an all nighter, and his reason was always the same:

‘I’ll work in advance, so we have more time together on the other days, especially the weekends.’

He didn’t force you to stay with him every time he pulled an all-nighter, it was your own stubbornness.

And here you were, actually deciding on if you should stay stubborn, or just give in to his suggestion.

“But I don’t want to leave you alone here, pulling an all nighter all by yourself.” You reasoned.

But that was a lie, the actual reason was that you just couldn’t sleep peacefully without Jihoon next to you.

And he knew it too, because Jihoon knew you like the back of his hand, means, that wasn’t a secret.

A yawn escaped your soft lips once again, pushing you more into your sleepy state.

He glanced at his monitor once again before he began clicking away on his keyboard.

So, not even a second later, the studio was dark, and you could only feel your boyfriend picking you up.

Immediately, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he began carrying you out of the studio.

“Time for sleep then, pretty girl, let’s go to bed together.” Your boyfriend said.

Jihoon only got a mumble. “Okay” But he knew how tired you were, so he didn’t need anything else.

And you knew he was tired too, but that could never beat the love he had for his job, and for you.

Gently placing you on your side of the bed, Jihoon plopped down on his.

Spooning you from behind, as he put a light kiss on the crown of your head.

The warmth of his body, him and that good perfume of his lured you even more into your deep sleep.

“Good night, baby, I love you. Thank you for being so supportive about everything. Rest now, love.”

-

[a/n] (11:54pm) I literally had this idea jumping into my head just some minutes ago. And now I wrote this. I don’t know if anything makes sense, because I’m TIRED. Yea so not proofread or anything 🤗 nighttt💞

[callsign-rogueone]

a brief history of Navarre - x.r.

Xaden Riorson x marked!partner!reader (gn) Midterm week at Basgiath has you wanting to pull an all-nighter to study, but Xaden won’t let you. requested as part of my Valentine’s day celly 💕 (gonna be posting these well into March, oops) words: 745 🏷: no book spoilers and no triggers, just X taking care of his partner. established relationship between reader and Xaden. the reader wears one of Xaden’s shirts, but there is no description of how it fits on them (we bigger / taller girls are tired of reading that [character]’s clothes are soo oversized and long on us!) shoutout to the people who put a full timeline of the continent’s history online bc I was too lazy to find it all in my copy lol

“I’m calling it a night,” Xaden announces, closing his textbook. “Gonna go shower.”

You hum in acknowledgement, pen between your teeth as you read the same page for the fifth time tonight, still trying to cram six hundred years of history into your brain. You’ve been sitting on his floor for hours, and the lines of text are starting to blur together, words starting to look misspelled and foreign, losing their meaning with repetition.

You spent too much time reviewing the first fifty decades. You still have nearly another hundred years to cover, from 530 to present. 

It has not escaped your notice that the book reduces the Tyrrish revolution to an afterthought, at the end of the text. The belittling words they’d chosen to describe your parents’ valiant effort had nearly been enough for Xaden to light the entire volume on fire, but he’d settled for ripping that page out of his copy and letting Sgaeyl torch it.

You’d left it in yours as a reminder that these people are not on your side, nor will they ever be. 

The running water stops, Xaden stepping back into the room a moment later. “You’re still studying?” He asks, rubbing at his hair with a towel. “You must be really into that book if you aren’t checking me out right now. I’m literally dripping.” 

He’s a little offended that you don’t even look up as you answer. 

“This is important, Xay. It’s a third of our final grade.”

He dries his hands on his pants, taking the book from your hands easily -- your grip on it has loosened with your exhaustion.

You protest, but he shushes you. “Why did Poromiel not unite with Navarre after the great war?”

It takes you a moment to respond, pushing through the sleepy fog to find the answer. “Religious differences”, you reply tiredly. “And their king did not want to share his throne with Navarre’s.”

“Good. When was the second Cygni Incursion?”

“328.”

“And the second Krovlan uprising?”

“434.”

He shuts the book, gathering your notes into a neat stack. “You know this stuff, darling. You’re going to pass this exam with flying colors and set the curve for the whole class, but only if you get some sleep.”

Materials now confiscated, you have nowhere to look except up at him, and your resolve immediately starts to crumble.

He’s ready for bed, dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants that drape across his hips and cover the muscle of his legs, but every other inch of skin is exposed; the relic swirling up his muscled arm, the definition of his chest and stomach, the broad expanse of his shoulders…

You’re too tired to jump his bones right now, but it would be nice to stop, to cuddle up with him, to fall asleep in his arms. Your schedules are packed with classes, studying, training, his wingleader duties, and your responsibility for the younger marked ones. It’s been nearly a week since you’ve been able to hold him for more than five minutes. His skin is always so warm against yours, and his mattress is certainly more comfortable than the hardwood floor… 

You hesitate, still eyeing the book in his hands. “I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do. C’mere.”

You sigh, letting him pull you up from the floor. Your muscles sing in relief as you stand, your back aching from being hunched over for hours. You relax into him, resting your eyes for a minute.

“Go brush your teeth,” he encourages.

You don’t want to move from his arms, but three years of dating the boy has taught you that he won’t yield on matters of your health. You sigh, heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, he’s packing everything into your bag for tomorrow — or today, rather. You’d started studying after dinner, and now it’s well after midnight. 

He helps you out of the day-old clothes and into one of his shirts and a clean pair of underwear -- you keep a few days of necessities here for moments like these. 

You curl into his side, pulling the blankets overtop of you, and the swirling thoughts are replaced with the easy contentment that comes with being held by your partner.

“You’re going to do great,” he whispers, smoothing a hand over your back. “Just get some rest, okay?”

You don’t respond, already lulled to sleep by the steadiness of his heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around you.

[sefinaa]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

Your future lover message to you.

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Pile 1:

My patience for you

my dearest, please take care of your needs and heal your inner child. I cannot see you go forth without you caring for yourself.. please, if you cannot for yourself, at least for me.. take care of yourself.. because I love you too dearly for you to waste your time doing nothing that shall help you in the near future.. and I cannot let you do that; I want to see you—I want to kiss you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears after we make love.. I want to see you smile every time I say something silly, in reality those stories are real, but I make it stupid just to see you smile.. so please for me and to see each other quicker, please take care of yourself.

I shall be waiting for you,

Your prince charming –

Pile 2:

Proud of you baby

HI I HOPE YOURE DOING ALRIGHT, IMAGINE ME YELLING IN EXCITEMENT, HEHE.

SOOO YOU GOT A PROMOTION, THAT’S AWESOME! CONGRATS BABE, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU AND I HOPE YOU WORK HARDER TO ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS AND KICK ASS OF THOSE SEXIST MEN IN THE STEM MAJOR. ALSO ILL KICK THEIR ASS TOO.

UMM, I THINK MY MESSAGE TO YOU IS TO MAKE SURE YOU EAT PROPERLY BECAUSE I KNOW YOU STAY UP ALL NIGHT, PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER TO GET YOUR ASSIGNMENTS DONE BUT FOOD IS ESSENTIAL AND HYDRATION. SO YEAH GET THAT FIXED SO MAYBE YOU CAN—DURING YOUR BREAKS EAT SOMETHING PLEASE AND PLEASE SLEEP BETTER FOR ME.

THANKS SO MUCH AND ILYVM XOXOXOOXXOOXXOOXOXOXOXOX

Pile 3:

I won’t give up on you

I can see you changing your life and I see that you met someone you don’t trust.. and that’s okay, I know you struggle with trust issues, but please know—that’s me. Its okay not to trust me now, and please don’t until you feel comfortable enough to open yourself up to me. I know youre an introverted person and that’s okay. Ill be the boat you will sail on and find that treasure on your map. I will be your rock when you play .. rock, paper, scissors.. ill be your armor when youre sobbing and ill be the one saving you when you start drowning in your trust issues once more.. and I’ll fight for you when you try to push me away again.

So go ahead and try but you cannot get rid of me because we are meant to be and that’s final.

Pile 4:

You’re the reason why I became so romantic

When the moon shines onto the river, we see a beautiful reflection shining, letting the people see the beauty and that is what I see within you, my love.. youre one dashing love and I cannot get enough of you especially during love making, but this isn’t a love letter I suppose.. this is my message to you and you shall receive it after I say what I love about you.

Youre one beautiful lover, the way you smile at me as I write and do my homework, waiting for me to be finished so we can cuddle and watch your favorite, us both laughing as it gets to the funny scene and then both saying we wont watch that same Disney movie once more, but we do. An endless loop of laughter.

From those to when we take a shower together but there is never any thoughts of doing the deed, only thinking of making sure the other is okay and properly cleaned, your innocence is the most beautiful as this world is truly a mess, but I shall never ever take advantage of your pureness as it floats my heart anew when I think of you and wishing I could give you flowers for all of eternity.. that is the love we shall cherished as this is what our love shall be.

So my message to you my dearest is, please keep being the most beautiful that you are and keep your pureness as it is the most beautiful of them all. As you are the most tantalizing flower one can pick and cherish, let it grow and feed it with water and sunlight as you watch it grow into the magic you wished you had seen the first time you lay your eyes on.. and that is you. you are my flowers and you are the magic within that I truly didn’t know I deserved or needed, so thank you my dearest and thank you for accepting me for who I am.

- Your dearest.

[sodamnradd]

How unfair, thought Pansy, leaning against the bookshelf as Granger slept. All she did was throw on a dress, twist her hair into some sloppy up-do, swipe on lipstick and she was all the boys could talk about.

One boy, specifically. Her boy.

Draco chuckled, entering the room and noticing Granger asleep on the armchair. “I told her red wine would knock her out.” He walked over, touching Granger’s shoulder.

She made a sleepy noise and nuzzled her face against her folded arms.

Pansy watched Draco’s expression change, looking at her like he was-he was—

Pansy swallowed, looking away.

Had Granger been awake, Draco would have made some daft schoolboy remark about her looking like a girl for once, getting her all riled up. She was insufferably easy to rile up. Pansy suspected it’s what Draco liked about her. He was forever the cause of everyone’s effect. Recently, of Hermione Granger’s alone.

She blamed McGonagall for making them co-heads, hammering the final nail on the coffin of their relationship.

“Maybe I should let her sleep,” said Draco. “She pulled an all-nighter setting up the Great Hall.”

“Then wouldn’t she want to enjoy it?” Pansy humoured him.

“I don’t think she cares much. Everything’s always for everyone else.”

“Explains why her hair looks like a bird’s nest,” Pansy muttered under her breath.

“Granger, c’mon.” Draco touched her exposed back, eyes heavy-lidded. The traitor was probably sporting a semi just glimpsing her knobby spine. “Nobody’s come to get her, right?”

“Not since I’ve been here,” replied Pansy, which was entirely too long. “Are we going, or what?”

“Would it…” Draco paused, and Pansy recognised that sheepish look in his eyes. The one he gave her whenever disappointment was imminent. “Is it alright if I escort her? I think she lied about having a date when I nagged her about it. I don’t…” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to talk to her, Pans.”

“Draco—” She didn’t want to hear this.

But Draco was in his own head. “I was trying to ask her, you know. But she thought I was making fun, implying nobody had asked her to the ball. I should have bought her flowers or sweets. I don’t know why I didn’t.”

“Because you’re a coward.”

He shot her an irritated look. But Pansy was through playing nice. “So you’re ditching me?”

“You’re gorgeous. You know a dozen blokes will line up to dance with you.” He ran an admiring gaze down her sleek high-necked robes. But it lacked any desire. “Besides, we already went once together before.”

“Fine. Whatever.” She raised her flask to her lips, telling herself it was the firewhisky that stung.

“Pansy—” Draco started, but then Granger startled awake. She patted her chin, as if checking for drool, and flushed furiously. “Did I miss it?!”

Draco plastered on a mischievous smirk. “We had a blast. Someone spiked the punch and even the professors got blitzed. Shame you slept straight through it.”

“What?” Granger gasped, leaping up to her feet. She noticed Pansy’s eye-roll and smacked Draco on the chest. “Not funny.”

He chuckled, catching her hand and holding it there. “Look at you.” His eyes trailed heatedly down her Muggle gown. “All dressed up. Where’s your hot date?”

Granger glanced at the door, disappointment flashing across her face. “He hasn’t shown up?”

“Don’t worry. Draco’s offered to take you.” Pansy couldn’t help herself. “I mean, Gods knows why.” She strode forward, flask still in hand. “But this idiot,” she pointed to Draco, “is fucking obsessed with you.”

“Pansy.” Draco dropped Hermione’s hand and made a grab for her. But Pansy slipped out of reach.

“So he’s ditching me to take you instead. And you know what? To hell with it. You have him. In fact, you’re a moron if you don’t because nobody will dote on you more. Trust me. He’s unbearable about it. Oh, I should have bought her flowers. Oh, I don’t know how to talk to her. Oh, I should be nicer to her. Oh, oh, oh.”

“I don’t sound like that.” Draco was fiery red now, unable to look in Granger’s direction.

Pansy twisted the cap on her flask and slipped it into her clutch. “Fuck you very much.” And then she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Where she came face to face with Longbottom.

She assessed his navy suit. All broad shoulders and long legs. He was holding a winter bloom.

“You’re Granger’s date?”

Longbottom cleared his throat. He had soft brown eyes. A boyish curl to his hair. “Yeah… erm… is she ready?”

“Change of plans.” Pansy plucked the flower from his hand and tucked it behind her ear. “Granger’s escorting Draco. You’re coming with me.”

(798 words, prompt Yule Ball from twitter)

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Reactions to Chaos Creator's Chapter 267

TL;DR - Cale and Alberu tease each other. Cale meets Pope Kesilia. Raon is curious about DHB's name. Raon's friendliness warms Kesilia's heart.

The Teasing First half of the chapter was Cale and Alberu teasing each other.

Alberu: In that virtual world, levels have a huge impact. Even if Rank 1 Ahn Roh Man is on our side, it's only proper for me to become as strong as possible. That way, I can carry you, CH, and Raon. Raon: Human, what is carry? What are levels? Alberu: I'll tell you more when you return to Roan. But let me say this. This place, this place is really… It's a new and huge world. As if several worlds came together. Cale: You're having fun now, right? Alberu: … Cale: It's fun, right? Alberu: … Cale: You're having fun so you pull all-nighters, right? Alberu: … *smiles* Cale: You look awkward, so don't smile. Alberu: You truly are irreverent. Cale: For The Irreverent Emperor to say that, I truly appreciate it. Alberu: …

Cale calling out Alberu for saying he was irreverent/disrespectful when Alberu's in-game name was The Irreverent Emperor was so funny. 😂 The sarcasm in Cale's words as he says that line while using polite language was just 🤣🤣🤣

Cale: You tend to work hard at everything, don’t you? So, as you played, you probably learned about the fun of the game. Anyway, since you are the one handling it, take care of yourself. Alberu: Cale Henituse. Aren’t you speaking too casually? feels annoyed Cale: Not really. I say this out of utmost respect and consideration for the crown prince. Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince also- Alberu: ??? frowns Cale: grins Would you like to faint and collapse like me? Oh, will you have a nosebleed? I don't know if this will make you healthier. Hahaha! Raon: Human, human! The crown prince's pride looks very hurt right now! Cale: Hahaha! gets more excited upon hearing Raon's words Alberu: … I've come to my senses. Pfft. Cale: (Hmm? Why is he suddenly smiling suspiciously? Why does it make me feel upset?) Alberu: Cale Henituse. Do you think that is possible? Cale: … Raon: I don’t think the crown prince will end up like my human! Hong: That’s right! That’s what our youngest said! On: The difference between exercising and not exercising is quite big. You can't compare to the crown prince. If His Highness needs to be compared to someone, a knight is the best. Cale: sees On pitying him … Alberu: Hahaha! On: patting Cale's leg to comfort him

Cale's attempt to tease Alberu's health completely backfired on him. 🤣🤣🤣

Raon and Kesilia Raon was so cute today. Pope Kesilia was depicted as a character obsessed with dragging down everyone with her, but now that she met Raon, it might be possible that she would have a change of heart.

Raon asked for her name, but Kesilia refused to say it, being fine with just being called the pope. Raon was being friendly with her, not minding that she was a mixed blood dragon, so she felt confused. He even offered to introduce Cale's DHB to Kesilia if she wanted friends.

There was also Raon noticing that she was in pain, and offering again to introduce her to his mom and Eruhaben who helped with treating DHB's pain. Kesilia felt strangely warm at Raon treating her nicely.

DHB's Name Oh my goodness, the author finally remembered this! We still did not get a name reveal, but Cale confirmed that he had already thought of one after putting much thought in it.

But our cutie Raon did not believe Cale, and was asking the pope for her name in hopes that Cale would get inspiration from hearing the name of another mixed blood dragon. And then, Raon made a cute assumption.

Raon was talking about DHB, and blurted that DHB was called someone Miru. Hmm... why is this hard to word? It's something like ____ Miru. Blank Miru? That doesn't sound right. Whatshisname Miru? Sounds better, but still strange.

Everyone was surprised to hear that, even Raon himself. From the fact that Raon assumed that Cale would give DHB the last name of Miru like him, to the fact that Raon knew that DHB once tried to kill him, yet he was fine in sharing the same last name with DHB.

I guess Raon was feeling conflicted like his mom regarding DHB. Meanwhile, Kesilia was puzzled about this young dragon willing to share the same last name to a mixed blood dragon who once tried to kill him. It must be unimaginable for her who was treated badly by the Aipotu dragons on the Dragon Lord's side. 😢

Crazy Clopeh Clopeh claimed that it was Rasheel who destroyed one of the temple's buildings, but Cale was having doubts about that, given the expression of the pope towards Clopeh. 😂

We never got to know what exactly the destructive trio did at the temple, but it was pretty much confirmed that Clopeh talked about Cale so much like a legendary hero. And Hannah said that Cale was a kind guy. So it was no wonder that 3rd Bishop Horns and the unnamed 1st Bishop treated Cale in awe. Or Pope Kesilia being friendly and cooperative with him.

Of course, Cale wondered how Clopeh introduced him to them because of their reactions. 😂 And also felt dizzy just thinking about it. 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today's chapter was so good with its funny and heartwarming moments. 🥰 Next chapter would be Cale beginning his dragon lair looting plans, or probably more planning stuff. But the name tease of DHB has got me excited. I guess his last name will be Miru too because Cale did not object to Raon's words. So the only mystery now is his first name. Raon Miru. Dodam Miru. It seems like the Miru family is gaining a new member~!

[cod-dump]

Ghost discovering that Soap gets up at the break of dawn by running into him while Ghost was pulling a all nighter. Ghost was surprised to see him and the man smiled at.

“Mornin’, LT!”

“MacTavish… you’re up early.”

“Early bird gets the worm!”

Ghost would learn that Soap had his single alarm set for 0500. The man would go for his morning jog, rain or shine, get his cup of coffee and some breakfast, before he carried on with his day. Ghost didn’t have a good schedule and was just bewildered by Soap’s routine. This very chaotic man had a strict schedule that Ghost couldn’t remember ever being able to maintain.

Thankfully Price had as just a fucked up schedule as Ghost so he wasn’t alone in being baffled by Soap’s early morning routine. Normally by 0630 Soap was ready for the day while Price and Ghost were still half dead. Gaz wasn’t as bothered by Soap’s early start to the day considering he got up at 0600 (ususally). So the two would be fair for ready for the day than their commanding officers.

“Simon…”

“What?”

“They’re too awake.”

Ghost snorts, looking over at Price whose hair was still a mess, strands sticking in every direction. They both suffered from nightmares, night terrors, and Price even sleep walks. They never had a good relationship with sleep and had accepted that. But the sergeants were making them feel not so accepting of their inability to function in the early hours of the morning.

“Someone must’ve dumped cold water on them. They’re so wired,” Ghost mused, sipping his tea.

Price snorts, “Probably jump into the shower first thing. Ice water on them and then they’re good to go.”

Ghost laughs, by this point the sergeants were walking into the lounge.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Price and Ghost said in unison, which immediately made the two sergeant’s suspicious.

They ignored the stares and just drank their preferred caffeinated morning beverage. Today wasn’t supposed to be busy but that didn’t mean things couldn’t turn sideways.

“Do you two ever sleep?”

Ghost blinks and stares off into space, “Sleep… can’t say I know her.”

“She’s a tricky lady to get ahold of,” Price muttered, also staring into the air in front of him, not looking at anything in particular.

“Why don’t you two take the day off?”

Price snorts into his drink while Ghost just laughs loudly.

“And leave you two to running everything?! Not a chance!”

“We could give it a test run. Ya know, see how good we are at running everything.”

Price laughs, “Oh? How do you expect us to sleep while we’re worrying about you two? Not happening.”

“Oh come on! You two could use the sleep and Suds and I are more than capable of running this ship.”

Price and Ghost share a look, a silent conversation passing between them as the sergeants stare at them expectingly. Finally, Price looks away from Ghost and closes his eyes with a deep breath. Oh, so this is how the day is going to go.

"Fine. A test run, a trial, to see how you boys fair with a large amount of responsibility."

The two share twin grins and Ghost couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Let's see how this ends.

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Poly TF141 x f!oc Cyber Girl AU

Part 2 - John Price x Penny

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AN: chubby/fat female oc, minor physical description but kept vague as usual

Penny struggled to keep her eyes open, her chin slipping out of her palm as she leant on the edge of her desk and jerking herself awake. She’d been working through the file Ghost had given her a few hours earlier, she checked the clock and realised it was several hours earlier actually. It was getting on towards midnight and she was still working away on the mountain of data.

With a stretch and yawn she got up and grabbed her empty mug, shuffling towards the rec room to get something to wake her up. She was used to pulling all-nighters like this and didn’t mind in the least. Especially for this team, she smiled to herself.

She was lost in her thoughts while she waited for her tea to brew, which is why she didn’t hear the voices entering the kitchen behind her until they were right beside her.

“Shouldn’t you have left base by now, love?”

She yelled and turned to see Price and Ghost standing side by side, mugs in hand and looking at her with amusement. Price chuckled.

“I said, shouldn’t you have left by now?” He repeated, his smile warm and infectious. Ghost looked at her with narrowed eyes, his expression hidden behind his usual balaclava.

“Sorry, sirs,” she recovered and fussed with her drink. “Got a lot to get through and I thought I’d get a good start tonight. I don’t mind staying, I can sleep on the sofa if I need a break and I keep an overnight kit just in case.”

Price frowned and that, and shook his head.

“There’s no need for that, although I appreciate the dedication.” The two men shared a look, one that she couldn’t quite read. “You’ve made a good impression already, you’re all anyone can talk about to be honest.”

“Oh, really?” She asked, allowing herself a small smile that made her cheeks dimple. There was a small noise, almost a growl from Ghost and he stepped towards her but was halted by Price putting his arm out in front of him.

“Yeah, really,” he answered bluntly, glancing at Ghost from the corner of his eye. “How about this, you come and spend the rest of the night with me?”

Penny wasn’t sure she had heard him right for a split second but the irritated look Ghost shot him made any uncertainty disappear.

“Okay,” she replied, swallowing thickly as she realised what her mouth had just agreed to without checking with her brain.

“Pulling rank?” Ghost muttered to his Captain with bad grace, his eyes boring into Penny.

“Gotta have some perks, so yes I damn well am, Simon. Come on, sweetheart,” he said and put his arm around Penny’s shoulders and guided her out of the rec room.

In no time at all she was inside the Captain’s quarters, the door firmly locked against intrusion, although the way Ghost had been staring at her when they’d walked away from him left no doubt in her mind he would kick down anything that stood in his way. Price had disappeared into the bathroom telling her to make herself comfortable but she stood by the bed feeling a little lost and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

Before long he emerged from the bathroom in just his boxers, the light behind him picking out the definition of his muscles, his middle was thick with a layer of softness covering it and coarse hair over his chest and stomach that narrowed down to a thick happy trail. He reached a hand behind his head to rub at the back of his neck, flexing his muscles in the process and making Penny’s mouth dry and pussy wet. She’s had plenty of boyfriends in her time but this… this was a man made. A whole lot of man if the bulge in his boxers was any guide.

He moved closer, she could feel the warmth radiating from his skin and smell his musky scent.

“Just remember love, you don’t do anything you don’t want to. Okay?” He gripped her chin so she looked him in the eyes as he spoke, and she nodded. “We don’t get the luxury of relationships in this line of work, it’s too risky. But now fate has dropped you in our laps and, well, as long as you are enjoying yourself I see no reason we can’t all make the most of this.” He leant down, his lips touching her gently, questioning and asking for permission.

When she returned the kiss he pushed her back against the bed, the mattress hitting the back of her knees and sending her falling backwards with his hand on the back of her head and the other out to brace against the fall and not crush her. Price helped her undress, and hummed in approval at her brightly coloured underwear.

“Everything about you is always so bright and perky,” he said, tracing his fingertips across the thin lace of her bra. He teased at one of her nipples, plucking at it when it pushed against the delicate fabric. “I bet you’ve got a pile of teddies on your bed at home, haven’t you?” He asked, then leaned down and licked at her nipple, eyes fixed on hers. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, eyes squeezed shut as he ran his tongue over the puckered bud.

“Of course you do, girl like you so pretty and cute. What I’d give to press you down face first in those bears and make you cum on my dick,” he said, voice deepening with desire. Her eyes snapped open at his comment, and a surge of arousal ran over her already heated skin. “Oh, you’d like that?” He tilted his head and chuckled at her reaction.

“I… um….” Words refused to form, the image of Price fucking her into the plushies on her bed took over her brain. The Captain chuckled again, low and dangerous.

“How about you bring one to me, I can keep it here on my bed and think about you,” he murmured suggestively and moved to position himself between her thighs. His erection pressed against her folds through the thin layers of underwear, hot and hard, and when he began to rub it against her she couldn’t help but buck her hips against him.

“Oh god… Captain,” she groaned and grabbed at his hips, squeezing the firm muscles of his hips and ass and making him grind harder in response. He kissed and sucked at her neck, undoubtedly leaving angry marks as he went, marks that the rest of the team would see in the morning. He pushed his boxers down and kicked them away, straddling one of her plush thighs so his heavy cock landed on the softness of her thigh with an audible smack that made her pussy clench.

“I’m just gonna have to make do with making you cum here for now though aren’t I, Princess?” he asked, gently peeling away her underwear and carefully placing the dampened material on his nightstand like a sacred relic.

“Why do I feel like you’re going to keep those, sir?” she asked with a weak smile, her stomach clenched as smoothed his hand over her hip, kneading the flesh.

“Because you’re a smart girl, and you know I am,” he replied with a wink, before helping her to remove her bra as well. “Fuck, look at you. So pretty and perfect for me,” he whispered, his rough palms sliding over her soft flesh, pinching and squeezing each curve as he went. His eyes sparkled in the low light, hungry and almost feral, while his cock rested on her thigh, wet tip leaking with arousal as the heavy weight dragged over her skin with his movements.

He ran a calloused finger between her folds, sighing softly at the slick gathering between them already, and then licked the digit clean. The sudden intrusion made her body shiver and heat curl tightly in her stomach.

“You even taste perfect,” he told her and pushed two thick fingers into her, pressing his thumb onto the swollen nub of her clit as he did so. She felt every nerve in her body come alive as his fingers moved against her inner walls, her hips bucking in response.

“Oh god… that feels so good,” Penny gasped before his lips caught hers in a searing kiss, his fingers moving with more purpose as he felt her body responding to him. Penny’s hands worked up his chest, nails raking through the dense hair that covered his torso, tugging gently on it and feeling his breath huff in response.

Prince couldn’t stop his hips from moving, slowly grinding his aching cock against the soft flesh of her thigh. He could feel the sticky mess he was leaving on her skin as he did so, and knew she would as well. He moaned into her mouth as her cunt clenched around his fingers, tight heat gripping onto his digits as though refusing to let him take his hand away. Giving in, he began to grind his cock against her in earnest, the thought of coating her skin with his cum too much to resist.

Penny pulled sharply on his chest hair as she felt him start to fuck himself against her thigh, the force of his fingers suddenly doubling as he let his self control go. Her pussy dripped with slick, wet sounds filling the room as her arousal spread and leaked around the Captain’s fingers and onto the bed beneath her.

A third finger was pushed into her wet and swollen cunt, and she cried out at the added stretch, lifting the knee not currently pinned under Price to give him better access. He took the invitation greedily and ruthlessly worked her with his hand, thumb sawing across her sensitive clit in the process. Bolts of white hot pleasure ran through Penny’s body as his fingers curled and tugged against her inner walls.

Her orgasm crashed over her, legs clenching around his hand as every muscle in her body tightened. She pressed her fingertips into his shoulders leaving small crescent shaped marks in his skin, grounding herself she rode the waves of pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” Price groaned, sweat glistened on body, his face red with heat and desire. Feeling Penny cum on his fingers spurred his own orgasm closer, her thigh a wet and slick mess now.

His hips stuttered as he tried to prolong the pleasure, the chords of his neck stood out sharply as he fought back his release, but it was too much and with a shudder of ecstasy he came. He looked down to watch the thick, milky spurts of cum erupt from his cock and coat Penny’s thigh.

With a deep, contented groan Price rolled to the side and kissed Penny tenderly, his beard tickling her face softly.

“You’re fucking perfect, Penny,” he murmured. He pulled her against his chest and ran his hand up and down her back tenderly.

“And you say it’s up to me when happens with the rest of the team?” She asked sleepily.

“Absolutely, there won’t be any problems whatever you decide. Just let me know if anyone steps out of line,” he told her firmly.

“I will,” she smiled, and drifted to sleep in the Captain’s bed.

[itiswormtimebaby]

Time

You're beginning to question why Bucky won't sleep with you, but you ask the wrong person

Pairing: Biker!Bucky and Bug (+Brother’s best friend Bucky, Plus sized fem reader) (Steve is reader’s adopted brother) CW: Friend’s calling each other “bitch”, references to sexual acts

“I don’t know if I should call you a stupid bitch, a dirty bitch, or a lucky bitch.” Cilla, the platonic love of your life, stares at you from the passenger seat of your car. “Straight out the gate and he’s already hitting it raw, I guess I’ll go with all three you stupid, dirty, lucky, beautiful” she tacks on the end to soften the blow, “Bitch.” Stupid was probably fair, dirty was a compliment, and lucky was factual so you let the comment ride without protest. There was one thing that was bothering you about her statement though, “I don’t think it’s fair to say he hi-”

“Bitch,” She cuts you off, “be so fucking for real.” 

“He turned you into his own twinkie- cream filled.” The voice comes from the backseat where McKenna, the third member of your friendship trio is devouring a nerds filled grape slush. Cilla groans in disgust at the bad joke while you pull a face in the rearview mirror, refusing to break eye contact with the man until he cracks first, slowly lowering his plastic spoon back into the sticky purple treat; “I, uh, I really regret saying that.” “Good! That was fucking weird, and now we all have to live with it. Sit in your shame.” Despite your admonishing tone there’s no real upset behind you words as you carry on;

“But as I was SAYING, it was just the tip so I don’t- like it doesn’t feel like that counts. Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing, I just…” The silence sits heavy in your ears but you can’t find it in yourself to continue, suddenly embarrassed despite being in the presence of the two people you’ve trusted with damn near every dirty little secret you possess; why hadn’t it progressed past that?

“Fuck it! Who wants to lose their virginity on a Monday, anyway?” McKenna’s outburst breaks the silence and blessedly removes the spotlight from you, “Yeah,” you acquiescent with a half-hearted chuckle, “you’re probably right.” The conversation moves on quickly enough, though the thought is persistent in your mind- why hadn’t it progressed past that? 

Hours later, McKenna returned home to his husband, sun dropped beyond the horizon, you pull to a stop outside of Cilla’s house, the dark-haired woman making no move to exit the vehicle; “How are you actually feeling about it?” There’s clearly only one situation she could be referencing but in truth you’re not sure how to answer. She was the first call you’d made after coming down from your chocolate-brownie-hell-high, after Bucky finally showed back up in the aftermath, after dates one through four, and especially after five, she’d heard details even McKenna hadn’t, every salacious little tidbit. But you hesitate now, a bond forged in college deadlines, all nighters, stress induced coffee comas, movie marathons and evening walks had blossomed into a beautiful friendship with two main tenets; you burn I burn, and no bullshit. You knew she would listen and take it all in without judgment, but part of you hesitated, worried that her honest take, because she would be incredibly honest, wasn’t something you were ready to hear. 

“I’m confused,” You finally settle on. She doesn’t offer acknowledgement besides a small hum, no pushing, no rushing. “Everything has felt so good.” At that Cilla does let out a little snort, raising her eyebrows suggestively, though makes no other move to interrupt; “I wasn’t actually talking about that, though he does make me feel amazing. I just mean…Bucky’s been in my life since I was pre-pubescent, he may actually be what jump started puberty for me,” Cilla’s eyes roll at your joke as you pause again to gather your thoughts. “He was this larger-than-life presence, cocksure, the muscle to Steve’s mouth and I just- oh my god I was so in love with him. I’m sure there’s still notebooks floating around where I waxed poetic about his eyes, wrote Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes over and over again in the margins…”

You peter off before taking a steadying breath, suddenly thirteen again and trailing along behind Steve and Bucky, the latter of which was the epicenter of every girlish daydream you had. “He had this girlfriend when we were in High School, Dot? I was so fucking jealous of her, she had everything I wanted because she had him. I know Bucky cared about me, in some way, but it wasn’t the same as he cared about her and it broke my heart.”  You can still picture her; pretty red curls, shy smile, hand wrapped in Bucky’s anytime he was within arms reach. 

“Once he enlisted, once there was some space between us, I realized there was a lot of naivety I needed to tear through-” You hesitate, fearing the explanation will be muddy but push on anyway, “like, the love I felt was real- but I also built it up a lot in my head? In a way I think it was probably unfair to him, projections from a kid who was newly navigating the difference between romantic and platonic love, but everything just felt so big and all encompassing.”

“He was your first love.” 

“He was,” You nod in agreement, picturing  Bucky at fifteen, knuckles bloody, Steve behind him with a bruised eye and busted lip, the body of your latest would-be-bully crumpled on the floor, “but that’s not- that’s not how he felt about me.The romantic love, or infatuation, or whatever- it was one sided, very obviously so. I used to wish it was different, dream of a day where he’d drop Dot’s hand and reach for mine but then I realized-” You squeeze your eyes shut, thankful for Cilla allowing you to set the pace of the conversation as you ruminate over the relationship, “I realized after he’d left how shitty that was, just because he wasn’t in love with me didn’t mean he didn’t care, what we did have wasn’t a consolation prize.” 

Your friend rests her hand gently on your forearm, nodding her understanding; “Life went on, he and Steve were deployed, I was in school, they came home, they joined the club, he dated other girls, I dated…But I never really got over that feeling of first love, it just- deepened?” You nodded your head at that, happy enough with the explanation, “It sprouted new roots, more substantial ones, I fell in love with him all over again, a different version of him in a way.” 

You were getting to the part you didn’t want to say, the part that worried you most, “Like I said what we had wasn’t a consolation prize, Bucky’s always been one of the best people in my life, even when I probably annoyed the hell out of him. I’d made peace with knowing that how we felt about each other didn’t line up and then, well…” 

“Then he showed up on your doorstep with flowers begging for a date?” 

“He showed up with flowers after I accosted him with my feelings.”

“Don’t forget the FINALLY.” She prods you pointedly at that, having been driven half mad over your analytical obsession with the word, when I FINALLY fuck you, “he clearly had thought about it, and he even said that’s not all he wanted, don’t go where I think you’re about to go.”

“Where am I about to go?” You ask her. 

“Questioning his intentions, whether he really likes you, wants to be with you…HE asked YOU out, that means something. Just because y'all aren’t having sex doesn’t take away from everything else.” 

Everything else. Cilla was right of course, it’s not like Bucky was running around acting disinterested; he brought you flowers, took you on dates, kept you fed, ran errands with you just for some extra time together, gave you mind blowing orgasms, made you laugh. But then why…

“But then why won’t he sleep with me? He clearly cares about me, thinks about me, but why not- his body count is high, why not one more?” You deliver the last line like a joke, but no part of it feels funny. “I know he cares about me, truly I do. But I guess I just worry- like he’s cared about me since we were kids, so maybe he doesn’t want to sleep with me because he’s figuring out that romance isn’t what he really wants between us and that’d be harder to walk back having-”

“Don’t,” Cilla cuts you off, “do that.” You look at her a bit helplessly as she pushes on, “Has he actually given you any indication he doesn’t want to date you? Aside from not sticking it in?” 

It was crude but she had a point, and you knew Bucky, knew he wasn’t one to string people along. 

“No.”

“Exactly, it’s just dick, don’t let it ruin something special.” 

“I just- I’m all in, so why is he holding back?”

“It’s still a new relationship-”

“I’ve known him forever-”

“But not like this. This is new. He may not be exactly where you’re at but clearly he has feelings for you. My advice would be to hop out of your head and just enjoy things as they progress.”

You nod once in acknowledgement, still not quite ready to move on from the topic;  “Should I just ask him why?” 

Cilla mulls it over for a minute, “I… wouldn’t, not yet. Give it some time.” 

Time, right.

But you couldn't help the worry that persisted, what would Bucky be figuring out in that time?

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[kairakeiji]

[00:38]

“suna?”

the boy looks down at you from outside your door with a small grin, “hi.”

yet your eyes remain wide as you stare back at him, “what are you doing here?”

and he only shrugs, “wanted to stop by, just wanted to see you.”

you don’t miss the slur to his words.

“are you drunk?”

he blinks before a smirk appears on his lips, “i’m not drunk.”

but by the sound of his voice, you know he’s lying.

“you know i don’t like you being drunk,” you sigh.

“i know, i know,” he rolls his eyes. “you hate alcohol, you’re a party pooper we get it.”

“i am not a party pooper,” you retort. “i just don’t like playing babysitter for when my friends drink too much.”

“i’m not drunk,” he instantly scoffs.

yeah, okay.

“anyway,” you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he only shrugs, “just wanted to see you, that’s all.”

“but,” you hesitated, treading carefully given your history, “you never just want to see me.”

he quirks a brow at your words, the flush in his cheeks finally coming to light. “of course i do,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“there’s always some kind of catch though,” you mumble, recalling how last week he forced you to swap lunches, and how the week before he forced you to tutor him. it’s a strange relationship, you often think, the way he takes and how you only respond by taking more. you two were opposite, never truly got along in the sense that friends would. yet you continued to interact with each other, seeing who could piss the other off more throughout the day. it’s strange, but it’s fun. if anything it gives you something to pass time throughout the day. and you couldn’t deny the way your cheeks flushed around him, the way your heart pounded whenever he pulled you into the day’s antics.

but even if you tried to see it as pure fun, a part of you couldn’t truly tell if he was joking or if he actually didn’t like you.

“i thought you hated me.”

a small sigh left suna’s lips at your words. he finally looks towards you, leaning a bit closer despite the way you lean back.

“i think we both know i never really hated you.”

and a small gasp leaves your lips at that, “you don’t?”

suna leans back a bit, leaning on the door frame. “remember that time when i forced you to skip class?”

your gaze narrows, “of course i do. you pulled me out of school during lunch time because of a so called emergency when in reality it was just to try the new restaurant that opened near your house.

“do you remember how you had a presentation that day?”

you only nod slowly at his words.

“now do you remember complaining about it the night before saying you wouldn’t be ready in time to do it?”

“i do,” you mumble confusion in your eyes meeting his gaze. “where is this going?”

and he only smirks, “you’re smart. you can figure it out.”

you only groan in response, which makes him laugh as he reaches up to cup your cheek.

“you’re so cute when you’re angry.”

you stand frozen at his actions, “what are you doing?” you murmur.

you skipped school on the day of a presentation, one he knew you weren’t ready for. you dig through your mind for that memory. you ended up doing amazing on the presentation since you had the extra time to prepare for it.

he was the reason you skipped school. he knew you weren’t initially ready for your presentation.

he gave you more time to prepare.

your eyes widen and he grins.

“figured it out yet baby?”

“i think so,” you mumble, cheeks flushing at the realization, as you run through old memories with him connecting dots as you realize his past nuisances were all for your benefit.

he took your lunch because he knew you barely had time to make yours in the morning since you were running late. he swapped it with his because he prepared extra, knowing you’d end up waking up late because you pulled an almost all nighter.

he forced you to tutor him so you could practice with the material, especially since you weren’t super aware of it. you both ended up acing the test a few days later.

you meet his gaze as his other hand cups your cheek.

“do you understand now?” he mumbles.

“you never hated me?” you ask softly.

“i could never,” he answers as he leans in close.

“in fact, it’s the exact opposite way i feel about you.”

your heartbeat is loud in your ears as every second that passes by feels like an eternity.

“how do you feel about me then?”

he laughs, “man for someone as smart as you, you’re quite dense.”

your gaze narrows, “that’s rude.”

“would you like me to show you then?”

and before you can give him a proper answer, his lips crash into yours. your eyes widen on impact, as your body stiffens, but you let your eyes shut when your hand almost instinctively reaches around his neck. you feel his lips curl into a smile when he feels you relax. he tastes of alcohol, and despite your supposed hatred for it, you don’t seem to mind it.

and you can’t help the way your heart soars when you let yourself kiss him back.

suna baby aaah i missed you

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