#wait-a-minute-lassie

[aintgonnatakethis]

👽- What do you think is the weirdest thing about your WIP is?

Vampires in space is pretty weird! But let's go with a sneak peak of a bit of vampire lore that hasn't made it into the posted story yet.

My vampires are a very proud people. They have a structured society with rules, one of which is that they do not feed from the unwilling. This is their primary law and breaking it means death. A maker is responsible for any vampire they turn. When first turned, the bloodlust can be incredibly difficult to control, so the maker… locks the fledging up for 6 months and "teaches" them how to control their urges, in ways which a regular person would view as psychological torture! 🙃

Writing Ask Game

[did-i-do-this-write]

Kitchen: What is your character's favorite meal? How are their cooking skills? Can they make it themselves?

These are all pretty old, but I'm hoping to clear out my inbox this weekend. Thank you for the ask!

I'm answering this for my character Reese because he absolutely loves to cook. He is the team's resident chef, with some help from Matt and occasionally Kay (if she's feeling it).

Reese loves to cook all kinds of meals, but his favorite is breakfast. He will literally keep the kitchen open for like hours in the morning, slowly making one meal at a time as each member of the team wakes up and needs something to eat :) he keeps tea and coffee ready, essentially running his own mini diner in the house until everyone is fed and Nate helps him clean up :)

This ask motivated me to write 150 words for Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

Experiment Total: 74,266

[imaginedreamwrite]

One of the 141 boys goes out for drinks and when reader picks them up they say they’re married already…yeah married to reader!

“You need to come get your husband.” Simon almost begged you through the phone, and in the background you could hear your husband—loudly announcing that he was done for the night and he needed his wife.

Of course he was slurring his words, stumbling over himself likely, after going out with Gaz, Price and Ghost. The four of them had gone out to celebrate another mission, successfully hunting and taking down their target without losses. It never bothered you when he went out, you were more of an introvert anyway which balanced out Johnny’s extroverted personality.

“He’s been staring at his ring and thinks he lost his wife. Come deal with him.” Simon’s voice was not overshadowing Johnny’s, the repeated statement of my wife is my life had clearly been heard through the phone.

You were already getting your keys and bag from the hook near the front door when Simon asked again. You were already halfway out the door toward your vehicle when you heard someone cursing Johnny’s name.

The drive itself only took 15 minutes at the most, and when you had pulled up to the curb you could see them all. Johnny was clearly the most inebriated, his eyes glossy as he leaned against the light post, muttering under his breath. When you parked and stepped out of the vehicle, a sense of relief passed through John, Simon and Kyle as you showed up to deal with Johnny.

“Having fun, Johnny?” You laughed under your breath, approaching him as he continued to mumble about his wife, about his marriage and the bed he shared with you.

“He won’t let any of us take his home, said he won’t leave with anyone but his wife.” John looked annoyed, mildly irritated by the sergeant who wouldn’t budge from his spot without his wife. “Sergeant, your missus is here!”

Johnny looked up, his glossy eyes narrowing slightly in your direction. He was looking at you as if he’s trying to figure out a puzzle, trying to place exactly where he knows you from. To your credit, he wasn’t going to go home with anyone who wasn’t you, and he made that abundantly clear by his refusal to move until his wife was there.

“I’m waiting for my wife,” he stood up straight, or at least attempted to, his arms crossed over his chest, “I’m a married man, lassie. I love my wife-“

“Johnny she is your damn wife.” Simon groaned in contempt, his arms crossing over his chest, irritated after repeatedly trying to explain the same thing to the stubborn Scotsman. “Her picture’s on the Lock Screen of your phone.”

There was tentative silence, and Johnny hadn’t shifted from where he stood. He had stared at you with furrowed eyebrows and his lips pursed. He waited for a moment until he had slipped his hand into his pocket and removed his phone, turning his attention to the screen. Like Simon was trying to tell him, there was a picture of the two of you from your wedding day—you in your beautiful dress and Johnny in his kilt suit.

It registered quickly, far quicker than you expected, and once it became clear that you were who you said you were, his face lit up.

“My bonnie wife!” Johnny’s speculation turned to excitement as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. He stumbled toward you and embraced you tightly, his face nuzzling into your neck as he crooned slurred affections to you. “I was waiting for you, love. Why didnae show up-“

You laughed at his endless affections, his hands slipping down to your ass and, in front of everyone, he squeezed you with a firm grip. His fingers squeezed, his groan was hungry and dripping with need and appreciation. “I recognize this ass, my bonnie wife has such a good ass-“

“Okay, Johnny…” you laughed and pulled away from him, keys in one hand and his wrist in the other. “Let’s go home, you’ve had enough.”

“I get to go home with you.” Johnny pulled his wrist out of your hand and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sloppily kissing into your hair. “I’m a damn lucky man, hen. I get to go home with me wife!”

You escorted him to your vehicle, helping him get into the seat without causing him to stumble. When you reached over and helped buckle him in, Johnny’s hand slid up the back of your thighs to your ass—giving you a slightly sharp yet playful spank. He grinned like the devil, overly proud of himself for being married to you, shamelessly verbalizing his pride.

“I’m the luckiest man alive, darl’.” He slurred, looking at you with an unrelenting softness even while drunk. “Look at you, you’re my wife! I get to go home with you?”

“You’re going home with me, Johnny.” You looked at him from the corner of your eyes as you began driving home, laughing when he seemed overly pleased with himself.

“Damn I’m lucky.” He repeated a sentiment he shared before, and leaned back against the seat, just happy to watch you drive.

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites | Part 7

Part 1 | AO3

Elbow deep into scrubbing Mrs. Johnson’s bathroom your phone rings. Using a mostly dry knuckle you accept the call and put it on speaker. The phone sat on the closed toilet lid and had been blasting your cleaning playlist.

“The boss I assume?”

“That would be me, was told you requested a call.” The deep voice matched what she remembered of the bearded man.

“Have you had a moment to review the changes I made to the contract?” You scrub a particularly stubborn ring of yellow around the wall of the tub.

“I have, I have no counters to the changes you made.” Sounds from his end of the line drowned out the last few words.

You could have sworn it sounded like three grown men yelling. The sound cuts out. Glancing at the phone you see the call is still going but must be muted on his end.

“‘pologies about that. Someone thought it would be a good idea to turn on a game to watch. Now back to the contract. Did you have any questions about the job?” He sounded slightly harried but mostly annoyed.

“Several. The contract didn’t explain what exactly you would need me to be doing. What do you need me for?”

A moment of quiet before he replied.

“That is not something to be discussed over an unsecured phone line. Would you be willing to join us for dinner at our rental to answer all your questions?”

“Will my brother be there?”

“Soap will be here for dinner, yes. As he is an integral part of the team you two will need to be able to work together for the foreseeable future. Do you have any preferences or restrictions for food?”

“If you are close to the club I would recommend getting takeaway from the Indian restaurant two doors down. Get the naan, the pumpkin curry medium, and the lassi, and I will be there at six.” You hang up the phone before he can respond. You really do need to learn the man’s name.

A text dings your phone, an address. Good, you would need to finish up here and shower before heading to dinner. The best armor was a done-up face in these parts.

A minute before six you stand on the doorstep watching your phone. When the clock ticks over you put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans and knock.

The door is opened immediately. Johnny stands on the other side of it, dark circles below his eyes. The warm smell of spices drifts out to you.

“Johnny,” you offer cooly.

“Bunny,” he replies eyes drifting over you.

A crack of thunder behind you signals the start of the rain.

“You going to invite me in or should I ring the bell until someone else comes to move you?” The brow you raise at him tells him exactly what you think of these options.

Johnny steps back, cursing under his breath. Something about being raised with another person left you with the tools to needle them with a word, a look, a sneeze even.

Stepping through the front door you put your purse and umbrella on a side table that looked made for just that purpose. The space is clean, styled, and clearly a rental. A sitting room opens right off the main walk, joined with the kitchen by a walk-through. To the left, a tall set of stairs leads up to what you assume would be the bedrooms.

You don’t wait for Johnny, striding down the hall towards the kitchen instead of cutting through the sitting room. As you expected from the entryway a large carpeted space surrounding a TV abuts the kitchen. Gaz has claimed one of the couches, glancing up from his Switch when you clear the hallway. Movement from the kitchen pulls your gaze to Ghost. The counter is dotted with boxes, steam escaping the seams.

He stands close enough to touch.

“Didn’t realize how short you were.”

“Must be pretty scary to see short people huh?”

Gaz barked a laugh. He stopped when you sent a pointed look his way.

Looking back to Ghost you find him squinting down at you.

“Boss man here? He and I have a few things to discuss.”

Johnny is the one who replies.

“He’s on the back porch having a smoke.”

“Think I’ll join him then.”

The back door opens inward, the back porch is a concrete slab hosting two metal chairs. The roof juts a tad beyond the concrete pad. Fat raindrops splash against the grass. You take the open seat, the ashy smell of cigar smoke filling your lungs.

“Saw you got my recommendation. You a fan of Indian food?”

Bossman looks at you out the side of his eye, pulling a slow drag from his vice. He blows out a smoke ring.

“Can’t say I’ve had it enough to make a decision about it.”

You cross one leg over the other.

“Shame, it’s a favorite of mine.”

You sit in the silence of the rain, letting time pass.

One thing you learned after Johnny left? How to slide through time, to wait out an opponent. Existing in the moment, or fleeing mentally from it as needed had been come to be a useful skill.

When the cigar is finally burned down boss man puts it out on the bottom of his boot. He stands, offering you a hand up. You take it.

Standing eyes to chin you realize Ghost is just absurdly tall, you are not as short as he made you feel. You let go of the hand in yours as soon as you’re stable on your feet. You glance up and find a shrewd pair of hazel eyes scouring your skin as if looking for a stray piece to pull and expose your soul.

Keeping his gaze you wave towards the door. “Let’s go, boss man, that curry is calling my name.”

His look of contemplation crumpled, “Boss man?”

“Well you all have this bad habit of not giving your names so I have to call you something I’ll remember.”

He laughs through his nose, sticking out a hand for you to shake.

“John Price, call me Price.”

You shake it firm, catching the brow raise at the solidness in your grip.

“Price, good to meet you. Now I really am heading in, I’m starving.” You let his hand go and turn to see three sets of eyes dart away from the back windows that looked onto the patio. “Not subtle are they?”

Price hummed behind you, “They are good on a job, but off? Bunch of buffoons.”

Pushing the door open you step into the kitchen. Skirting around Ghost you start opening cupboards and drawers until you find a bowl and a spoon. Ignoring the eyes tracking your movements you serve yourself a dish of pumpkin curry and a piece of naan. Johnny lingers near the hallway and Gaz hasn’t left the couch. Price pulls a beer from the fridge, cracking it open.

The space has no dining room table, so you choose to post up at the chair opposite of the couch where Gaz sits. He raises a brow at your forwardness.

“Got a problem lover boy?” you spoon some rice into your mouth.

Johnny’s head snaps between you and Gaz. Let him wonder.

Gaz, catching the death look from Johnny glares at you and turns off his handheld console. He brushes past Johnny and stomps up each step heading upstairs. You smirk into your bowl.

It takes a few minutes but everyone dishes up some food and takes a seat around a low coffee table. Johnny chooses to sit directly within your line of sight. Ghost takes the seat next to yours, and Gaz and Price pile onto the couch with Johnny.

“So, what top secret mission requires a sex worker?” you focus on Price as you ask.

Johnny’s flinch isn’t small. Why beat around the bush, you worked in the business of sex, ergo you were a sex worker. Sex work comes in many flavors these days.

“Know of a man by the name of Dutson?” Price took up the conversation.

“I might. Depends on whether you are asking about the famous Elvis impersonator who busks downtown or the politician famous for his love of leggy women with a sharp tongue. Word on the street is he has a degradation kink.” You look around your chair and realize you failed to grab a drink. You look over at Ghost. “Can you grab me a beer?”

Turning back to Price you wait. Price’s eyes flick between you and Ghost. Your face shows nothing but innocence and a willingness to wait for the answer to your question.

Price swallows a swig of his own beer and continues.

“The politician is our target. Hence where you become needed since none of us fit is preference.”

“And what exactly,” you pause to take the drink that edges into the top of your vision. You pull it down, see the lid still tight, and peer up at the mask pointed down at you. “You must struggle to please a lover if you can’t anticipate their needs.”

You don’t need to see his full face to know he is sneering down at you attempting to decide how close he can toe the line before falling over it into manslaughter.

Gaz pops up, pushes past Ghost, effectively shoving him back into his seat, and pulls out a bottle opener from his pocket. The keys it is attached to jingle happily. You set your bowl down on the table.

“Knock it off bunny,” Johnny growls at you. You flick your gaze to him now.

“Excuse me Johnny what was that? I thought you were just trying to pretend to care, you should lie a bit better if you want to convince me.” You can’t help the bitter words.

Gaz sits down. Snatching up the bottle you swallow down the beer, as well as your anger and disgust with your brother. You chug three swallows before setting it neatly on a coaster dotting the table. The nearly empty bowl goes down next. You readjust in your chair, tucking your feet close together on the cushion. You lean back stretching one arm across your popped-up knee and the other along the arm, a nice open posture.

“Now, Price. Since you’ve brought me on that means you need something from politician degradation that I imagine is in a safe in a secured room on a private estate. Am I getting warm?”

The temperature of the room chilled; nailed it. These men were used to working in secret; you trafficked in them.

“And how did you come to that conclusion?” Price’s even tone doesn’t mask the rising emotions of the four men.

You look at him for a long moment, simmering in the stress.

“Men talk John. Men especially like to talk to a captive audience as their little head is stealing all their ability to think about why sharing sensitive information might be a bad idea. The things I could tell you about some of the largest companies in the area? I could destroy the economy with a single sentence.” You pause for dramatic effect. Let them work through the fact you aren’t a threat, that you’re just damn good at your job. “Sex workers can tell you when a recession is coming months before an economist can.”

“Stop calling yourself that,” Johnny explodes from the couch, standing as he yells at you.

“A what? A sex worker? That’s what I am Johnny. It’s what I have been since dear old dad put pictures of me naked on the internet for strangers since my half-brother fucked off and left me for dead.” You stare deep into his eyes as you drop this bomb.

Let him choke on the ashes of his decisions. You hope he suffers with the knowledge that you dance naked for a living because he didn’t love you enough to come back and save you from the monster you shared.

All the fight drains out of him along with his color. He drops to the couch as if his legs can no longer hold him. You stand, keeping his eyes with your own.

“The half doesn’t matter,” his defeated voice stabs at you.

How dare he claim that now? You stand, unable to remain sitting.

“It mattered a lot once, it will matter again,” you swallow hard, and sniff back the tears that threaten to scorch down your cheeks.

Flicking your gaze to Price you take in the neutral face he and Gaz both have donned. You turn and leave the room, not caring a single fig for the fact you stepped on Ghost’s feet on the way out. Giant shouldn’t take up so much space if he didn’t want to be stepped on. Pausing in the entryway you pull your purse over one shoulder and loosen the strap holding your umbrella closed.

You get to the end of the walkway before the door opens behind you. You are surprised to find Ghost walking beside you as opposed to Gaz who you expected. He doesn’t say anything as you walk down the street. You had parked at the club. You had a feeling you would need a walk after talking to your brother.

“First meeting with Dutson is set for two weeks on a Friday night. Price will text you the address and dress code. One of us will be playing bodyguard, your profile is already being built and your name is inserted on invitation lists.” The grumble of his voice drifts between the drizzle.

“Have Gaz drop off the file on him, I’ll be ready,” you swipe at your nose, hoping he can’t see the tears leaking down your face with the umbrella angled towards him. “The further out you can tell me of events the easier it will be to ensure I am off work for the night.”

You finish the walk to your car, tears staining your face and a stoic brute splashing through the rain bedside you. When you drive away you catch Ghost watching your tail lights until the darkness hides him from view.

Part 6 | Part 8

Masterlist | Bunny Masterlist

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Mermaid! Reader Pt.2

The next morning had come, and before you even had a chance to leave your bed, you were surrounded by your family, Zatanna, John Constantine, and Aquaman.

"Why are you all here?!" You scream, throwing a pillow at your father.

"We brought some people to help you," Dick says, sitting on the left side of the bed and holding your hand.

"Help? Why would I need help? I feel fine!" You retort, realizing your brothers have gotten closer to your limbs. "No. No!"

"Hold her down! Y/N, I'm sorry but we're trying to help!" Tim exclaims, holding your right arm down as Jason and Damian hold down your legs.

Zatanna points her wand at you, speaking a couple of words backward, then a ball of water comes at you, completely soaking you and your bedsheets. You transform into a mermaid and scream in frustration.

"Wow, never seen that before. So, little lassy, how did'cha get like this?" Constantine asks, examining your body.

You were in no mood to answer questions. You wanted everyone to leave you alone. You swing your tail at Jason, sending him flying into the barred windows. Damian sees your tail about to hit him and ducks at the last minute.

"Sister, stop it! We're trying to help you!" Damian exclaims, trying to break free of Tim and Dick's hold.

"Hold her still. I've got a sedative in case things get rowdy," Bruce says, pulling out a needle. "It's ok, this won't hurt a bit."

Bruce straddles you while Tim, Damian, and Dick hold you down. You feel the needle pierce your neck, accompanied by the liquid entering your bloodstream. You try to struggle more, but the drug has taken hold of your body so quickly you feel relaxed.

"Shh...there you go. No need to be upset anymore. Just relax in your big brother's arms," Dick coos, kissing your forehead.

"Do whatever analysis and experiments you need to. She shouldn't be able to do anything erratic besides speak for a while," Bruce says, sitting beside your tail.

"Ok, so, as I was saying, you remember how you got like this?" Constantine asks, summoning a book.

"I took a swim in a body of water in a cave while the full moon was out and there were a bunch of sparkles," You laugh, cuddling into Dick's chest.

"Good girl, Y/N. You're almost done," Dick says, rubbing your back.

"Actually, we're all done. I know exactly what happened, magic-wise. We see a couple of cases like hers in Atlantis every so often," Aquaman says, motioning for the adults to leave the room.

"Take care of your sister," Bruce states, walking out of your room with Aquaman, Constantine, and Zatanna.

"Damn that girl's tail can pack a punch, " Jason grumbles, finally getting up from the floor.

~~~~~~~~~

"We more commonly see her cases in Australia and Ireland, but basically, she turned into a mermaid because that body of water was contained in a piece of the moon rock that fell to Earth. The moon's energy gives the water the magic that transformed her into a mermaid. I don't know if you knew yet, but she should also have a variation of hydrokinesis powers by now, like hydro-cyrokinesis, hydro-thermokinesis, gelidkinesis, and or substanciakinesis. Also, it would be both for her and your family's benefit if she didn't go out during a full moon from now or touch water during a full moon, or even look at the full moon's reflection. Bad things always happen whenever people who were turned by the moon look at the full moon." Aquaman explains, making Bruce sigh and sit down at the table.

"Do you know which powers she specifically has?" Bruce asks, pulling out a notepad and pen. "More importantly, is there a way to fix this?"

"Sorry, Bats. It's totally random what powers she has. But usually, if she were transformed in the water alone, that means she would most likely have multiple. You'll just have to wait and see," Aquaman replies, remembering the mermaids swimming around Atlantis. "I have heard of a way to reverse the transformation, but I'm not entirely sure if it'll work. Usually, when one of my people ask, the mermaids get touchy about the subject and refuse to answer."

"Well, thanks for coming to see if you could help my daughter anyway. We'll keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble."

Constantine, Zatanna, and Aquaman leave Wayne Manor, letting the Wayne Family deal with you.

"Dick, how is she?" Bruce asks, walking into your room.

"She's absolutely adorable when she sleeps," Dick coos, resting your head on his chest with his arms cradling your body. "She must be tired from all that resisting."

"Aquaman gave me some bad news. First, she can't see the full moon or touch water during one. Second, we have to look out for her exhibiting powers, and third, there's a possibility we can't reverse the transformation process," Bruce says, sitting beside your sleeping body.

"Wait, the slushie. Do you think she used her powers to make the drink a slushie?" Dick questions, moving your body to the bed.

"Possibly. We can't be sure because we didn't catch it on the house cameras. But, maybe she'll do it again if we leave her alone in the room," Bruce theorizes, motioning for everyone to leave your room.

Once they're outside your room, the alarm from the Bat Computer rings, signaling the regular night of crime fighting.

~~~~~~~~~

"Tim, stop being a perv and watching Y/N sleep," Jason taunts, seeing Tim smile at your sleeping form on his phone.

"I-I am not being a perv! I'm just making sure she's ok. She was so mad at us earlier, I was worried," Tim replies, taking a screenshot of the camera frame. "Aww, look. She's waking up."

You wake up, and feel around for Dick. Once you realize your brothers are gone, you stare at the bars on your windows. You reach your hand out, making the bars freeze.

"Batman, you need to look at this!" Tim exclaims, motioning for Batman to look at the camera footage. "She just froze the bars on the windows."

The Batfamily surrounds Tim and watches the footage, as you use your second hand to make water from the bathroom flow into the bedroom and form into a ball. You freeze it and send it flying at the windows, breaking the bars and glass.

"We need to get back to the manor. Now." Batman says, jumping off the building they were on.

By the time your family returns, you are long gone into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~

It felt amazing to actually swim and be free in the water. You loved the way your hair moved and the way you were able to become an underwater torpedo instantly. Who needs a car or plane when you could swim all the way to Hawaii in minutes? More importantly, you wanted to visit some friends. You see Connor Kent and Wally West talking on the top floor of the Titans Tower, and you launch a small ball of ice at the window. They jump up, startled, and look out the window to see you in the water, waving at them. They come running out with Beast Boy and stare at you.

"Y/N, why are you in the water?! Tim told us you were allergic to water and that the simplest touch would break you out into rashes!" Wally exclaims, walking near the water's edge and extending a hand out for you.

You giggle and pull him into the water. You show off your tail, and his mouth is left agape.

"What the actual fuck? When? How?" Wally shouts, pulling himself out of the water.

"A little magic accident. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi before my family finds me again," You say, dipping below the waves, and speeding off to your next location.

While you were enjoying being a mermaid, your family was tracking your location with the tracker they injected into your arm when you turned 13.

"I can't believe she moves so fast as a mermaid. She managed to go from Gotham to Titans Tower in like 10 minutes. Usually, that would be an hours-long plane ride," Tim comments, following the red dot on his speedboat navigation system.

"Would you stop geeking out about how cool it is that she can swim fast? She could get attacked by some animal or get caught in a fishing net," Jason scolds, increasing the speed on his boat.

"I have to agree with Jason. She's in danger," Damian says, stopping his boat. "She's here!"

You pop your head out of the water, seeing your family on speedboats ready to chase you down.

"Y/N, come back home! You can't live in the ocean forever!" Bruce yells, preparing his dart gun.

You see what he's about to do, and you make a ball of frozen water, sending it flying in your father's direction. He dodges the ball, and it crashes into Dick's boat, breaking apart.

"Y/N, behave yourself! Just because you're stuck this way doesn't mean you can act out like this!" Bruce yells, looking at you making more frozen balls.

You hurl them at your family, sending them into the water. You twist your hand, preparing to send them home soaking, only to feel a presence behind you. You count your family members and notice Tim is missing.

"Shh, don't fret. This is what's best for you," Tim whispers, sticking a tranquilizer dart into your neck, making you pass out in his arms.

"Nice move, Drake. Now, let's load her onto one of our boats and get her home where she belongs," Damian comments, pulling himself out of the water and onto his speedboat.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you wake up, you feel your body being cradled by a warm figure. You look up and see Dick holding you in his arms, while he's on his phone.

"That was very cruel of you, you know. Lying to us about your powers, breaking out, and then exposing your secret to the Titans. It was all entirely too dangerous. You could have been caught, and no one would've been able to save you," Dick scolds, not even looking at your face. "But, we've found a solution for this pesky problem of yours. You won't be leaving this house anytime soon, and you'll be staying in your new and improved room. You're going to love it."

You look around, noticing that the only light coming from your room is the numerous lamps and overhead lights. There is no window in sight, and the ceiling has a holographic projector to mimic the real-time images of the sky.

"What happened to the windows?" You ask, getting off the bed and feeling around the wall. "What did you do to the windows?!"

"We got rid of them. We couldn't take the risk of you escaping again or looking at the moonlight," Dick answers, walking behind you and giving you a hug. "Don't worry, we made the ceiling the perfect copy of the sky, so you're not missing out. You'll never have to worry about seeing the sky again. Not only that, but you can stay here with us forever. Isn't that wonderful?"

"No. This isn't right. I don't want to be a prisoner here," You cry, feeling tears go down your cheeks.

"Shh, shh, shh. It's ok, you'll be alright. You'll have all the entertainment you want. You'll never need anything from outside ever again."

"No...no.."

Dick's arms remain on your body, making the room feel claustrophobic. There's nothing but walls, stone cold, concrete walls, and the little light you have is artificial. Dooming you to a fate of never seeing the sunlight again, or a life outside of Wayne Manor.

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.2 K Warnings: angst Prompt: After fighting some of those deamons, will the rest of Vixen's issues be resolved? Is there a way to be happy even without the boys? This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.Proofread by Lovely @aremuslupinsimp

You leaned down and took one of the Mirror shreds in your hands. Depending on where you moved it, you could see reflections from all the things you’d seen inside: Sirius crying, Remus desperate, your father crying for your mother, and you crying for Nina. You being dropped from your father’s arms and several other moments. You sighed, placed the shred in your bag, and walked towards the clock. If you had one of the parts, then not even the most expert reparo, and neither would all the king’s men, put Riapsed together again. 

When you crossed over to the other vault, you took the three keys on the face of the clock and placed them in your bag alongside all the money you’d already taken. You gave one long look to the vault, at the books lying on the floor and at the harp singing its sorrowful song in the back. You didn’t understand why your father had created the riddle for you. You didn’t understand why he kept making things harder, but in the end, it didn’t matter. 

Not as long as you didn’t follow the same steps he would, not as long as you made the choices he would scorn. 

You walked outside of the vault, the goblin, Tharnock, was waiting patiently there for you. Your little odyssey through memory lane had eaten up about 2 hours, and you had to get out before people knew you were there, or before Thernock realised how weird the entire thing had been for him. 

“Are you finished, Miss?” 

You nodded, “Yes, thank you.” 

Tharnock walked you back to the minecart and you were both back in the main hall in a matter of minutes. The goblin gave you the key as you walked past the golden gates, he went back to his desk and you walked the hell away from the bank. Once outside, you used the hairpin to blend within the crowd and walked towards a less transited street. 

You still hadn’t eaten at all over the weekend. But the strong emotions revolting inside you didn’t make you want to go and buy something either. You checked the clock and decided it was about time to raise your wand. The knight bus appeared a couple of minutes later.

“Where to, Lassie?” the same pudgy guy that had picked Beth and Tom asked. 

“Hogsmeade,” you replied. 

“Hot chocolate?” 

You contemplated the idea for a second. You had tried to drink the hot chocolate before and you didn’t like the idea of getting it all over yourself again, although it was quite tasty. “No thank you,” you said in the end.

“That’ll be 11 Sickles then.” You paid with a galleon. “No change, Lass?” 

“Sorry, no.”

He grumbled something about people never carrying change and then handed you 6 sickles. One of them was sticky and you tried not to make a disgusted face as you wiped it on your jeans and walked into one of the few available seats. The trip wasn’t too long, but by the time you were in Hogsmeade, you wanted to puke. 

“Thanks for using the Knight Bus, come back soon!” The guy said as you and a few other students you didn’t recognise got down from the train. It was cold outside, and you walked straight towards Honeydukes. 

The train had arrived at Hogwarts about an hour before and plenty of students roamed around Hogsmeade, making some last-minute purchases and stocking up on candies and such. They all looked happy and carefree. You had been like that before, you sorrowfully wondered if you’d ever get to smile that big. 

There was a couple kissing in the Alley behind the Three Broomsticks, and you flinched when you noticed the way the guy was holding her. It was a thing Sirius used to do all the time. You looked at them for more than would have seen appropriate, took a deep breath and continued walking. 

“Hey, Starkeeper!” You heard someone calling from behind. Funny he called you that, you hadn’t been particularly good at keeping your star.

He ran up to you and stopped right in front of you with a frown. He looked all over your face. “Sorry, I thought you were…” You took off the hairpin, and Minho looked at you in shock. “I knew it was you!” he whispered-shouted as he leaned closer, placing an arm over your shoulder and covering as much of you as he could with his chest. “Why are you hiding, is it because of Christmas?”  

“Nice to see you, Min” you said with a small smile. You were genuinely happy about not being alone. “Tom– Tom told you about Christmas?” 

“No?” he asked, confused. “My parents did. They had been invited to the party, Arkalis is Dad’s coworker, but we were travelling back to Korea to visit our family for Christmas. Mum feels terrible about not going, they were told everything that happened, she wished she could have helped you.” 

“Oh,” you said as you took a deep breath. You knew Minho’s parents worked in politics, his father was an ambassador from the Korean Ministry of Magic (KMM), but you’d also heard that in Asia there wasn’t as much prejudice against muggles as there was in England. In fact, much like the Americans, they didn’t have a derogatory term for them, but rather they called the 비마법사 or 비마법 for short, which basically translates to non-wizard or non-wiz. And there was no such term as Muggle-born either, a wizard was a wizard, that simple. 

Obviously, Minho had been in shock when he found out such a term existed and that’s why he was such good friends with the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, he just didn’t understand the whole bIood purity bias some of the Slytherins insisted on, not even if he was also a pure bIood. Unfortunately, even if the KMM considered all wizards wizards, they did not see different sexual preferences as openly as the Eastern part of the world did. In fact, they deemed homosexuality as a “European deviation” even if it had existed in Asia for the same amount of time. Of course, Minho was horrified at the idea of being outed. 

“Yeah,” he continued. “They think what you did was insanely brave. They were talking about you at breakfast. They recognised you as the Gryffindor seeker and I had to tell them you were actually the keeper instead. They came to our match a couple of months ago, the one where you threw yourself off the broom to beat Reggie to the snitch? You know, right?” You nodded, it’s not like you could forget about that. “Anyway, they said they thought you were really determined then, but that they didn’t know just how brave you were until they heard about the party.” 

You swallowed, you had been told that by adults more than once in the past few days. Brave, determined, and you might have been all those things, but you were also alone now. Your bravery had charged a hefty price in return. Minho noticed you were upset, and he leaned a little closer, cocking his head as he looked at you. “Have you eaten? I’m going to meet Tom at The Three Broomsticks.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, and then closed it again, shaking your head in response. You were pretty sure mentioning to Minho –Mr. Healthy– of all people that you hadn’t eaten since Friday would have you listening to a very long talk about the importance of food and how it fuels your body and whatnot. 

“So it’s my treat then,” Minho said as he pushed you along with him. “For saving the world!” You were about to argue. “Don’t even think about it, young lady,” he retorted. 

Minho had gotten a lot bossier since he started dating Tom. You sighed and didn’t argue further, which had him throw a weary glance at you. You almost always sassed him back in some way or another. By the time the two of you arrived at the restaurant, Tom was already sitting on one of the tables with two butterbeers ordered.

“Slysprite!” he said once he spotted you, and leaned in to pull you into a hug. He also gave an awkward hug to Minho, as if both wanted to stay together for longer but knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to do it in public. Tom waited for you to sit down and handed you his jug of butterbeer. He looked at you patiently as you took a big gulp. You were about to ask Minho if he could buy you something heavier when Tom spoke again, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

Tom gave you a look. “Sirius and Remus were whispering to each other the entire train ride, James was clearly angry about it and you were nowhere to be seen. In fact, I’d dare say you left since the party on Friday. Effie said something about you feeling sick, but I didn’t buy shit. What happened?” 

“Tom,” Minho said in a warning tone. 

“Nope,” the blue-eyed boy said with a hand finger up as if to tell Minho not to meddle. “What happened?” he insisted.

You sighed and raised the butterbeer with your hand. “Do you have some real alcohol?” 

“Minho, babe?” he said with a small pout, Minho threw him a look, but Tom called most people babe anyway. Even if Minho knew his was special. “Would you be a darling and bring this kind lady some whiskey?” 

“She hasn’t eaten, Tom.” 

“But she surely had breakfast, right?” You didn’t respond, only raised one of your eyebrows at him. “See, go get her some.” 

Minho stood up and walked towards the bar, he was the only one old enough to buy Fire Whiskey, and he got two glasses since he knew Tom would want some, and he’d drink a bit from his glass. He also ordered fries and a dish to share.

“You look like shit,” Tom said.

“Well, thank you,” you responded and took a sip from the butterbeer, they had never felt bitter to you before, and yet this time it was almost hard to swallow the foamyness of it.

“I mean, why the hell did you leave the Potters’? Do you know how dangerous that is?” 

“I’ve almost diеd plenty of times in the last couple of days,” not to mention the last couple of hours, you thought. “I had to leave.” 

“Why?” 

“Because!”  

Minho arrived with the drinks and handed you the glass, you thanked him and dragged it to your mouth, drinking the double whiskey he’d ordered in one swing. Minho, who had barely let go of it, took hold of it again and pulled it from your mouth, as he placed the food on the centre of the table. He was sitting beside you now, using his body to cover your face from most of the restaurant “Ey, Ey!” He said. “What’s wrong?” He looked at you with genuine concern, both boys did, which only made you feel even worse. 

You looked at them for a second and then turned to Minho with the hopes of changing the subject. “Tell me about your Christmas, Min. Did you see all your cousins?” 

The boy sighed and turned to Tom for help. Minho would have probably responded and would have distracted you from everything that was going on, but Tom was more of the “no-nonsense” kind of guy. He looked at Minho sternly and shook his head slowly. Minho frowned at him in return, as if it pained him not to comply. 

“Slysprite!” Tom chided. “You just downed a glass of Firewhisky like it was water, your face tells me you’ve slept like shit and Sirius and Remus are just as bad as you. James looks exasperated and I’m sorry to be the one to knock some sense into you, but you look like you bought a liquor store and drank it.” 

“I’m not drunk.”  That was true, the entire Gringotts adventure had been enough to sober you up. 

“It’s not what I mean,” Tom responded pointedly. “You know it’s not what I mean.” 

“I’ve had quite a fucking day, Tom.” 

“Well then, go on and tell us about it. What the fuck is wrong with the boys?” 

You sighed, if you didn’t say it then it wasn’t real. And yet you would say it now. “I broke up with Sirius.” 

“What did he do?” Minho asked.

“Why does everyone assume it was he that did something?” 

“Because it’s Sirius Black,” Tom responded. “If not then, why? You look miserable about it, so it’s not because you didn’t want to be with him.”

“Of course, it isn’t,” you said as you hid your head in between your arms and let out a sad groan. 

“Then?” 

“You can’t tell anyone.” 

“Well, we’re both great at keeping secrets,” Minho said, and you turned to him with an incredulous look. 

“That was an accident!”

“I’ll put a tongue twister spell on him after, you cool with that, babe?” 

“For sure.” 

You sighed, “It’s not because of what he did, it’s because of what he wouldn’t have done.” 

“Which is?” 

“Date Remus.” 

Both boys eyed each other confused before turning to you again, your head was buried in between your arms, and you didn’t say a word. 

“What?” Tom asked with a frown.

“I accidentally bumped into Remus jerking off to Sirius’ name…” 

“Well, we’ve all jerked off to Sirius’ name,” Tom said as if it was a non-issue. Minho was about to protest, but after thinking about it for a second longer, he remembered he too had done it.

You threw him an exasperated look, “Maybe, but you don’t look at Sirius the way Remus does.” 

Tom closed his mouth. Minho just frowned as he looked at you. What about the way he looks at you? he wondered. 

“And then I felt like shit because Remus is my best friend and he likes Sirius and I was in the middle of that and–” 

“But Sirius likes you,” Tom interrupted. “I’ve never seen him like anyone in the way he likes you.” 

“Which is why he would have suffered in silence,” you added. “He likes Remus too,” you sighed. “After I found out, I paid closer attention. I was so bIoody blinded by his beautiful eyes, long lashes and prince-like looks. I was not looking at the way he always veered closer to Remus. Heck, I took a fucking picture of the two of them cuddling each other because I thought it was cute once I slept with them.” 

“You… slept with Remus and Sirius at the same time?” Miho asked, confused.

“What? No! We were cuddling not shagging,” you said as if it made it more normal. “Anyway, I totally get it. I mean, Remus is tall and handsome and has those beautiful eyes of his that are always a different colour. He’s clever and brilliant and good at all the classes he takes, but also gentle and kind, not to mention he’s fucking ripped… I cannot blame Sirius for falling for him. And of course, I could never blame Rem for liking Sirius, I’m on the same fucking boat.” 

Tom was looking at your problem, and all he could see was the solution and a very interesting one at that. But he wasn’t just outright going to say it, he had to allow you to discover it yourself. “And do tell, Slysprite, what else is there to like about Remus Lupin?” He asked sceptically. Minho looked at him with a frown and Tom gave him a reassuring nod.

“What else?” you asked in disbelief. “What isn’t to like about Remus? You know he is perceptive as fuck? He knew I was feeling down and helped me feel better, he’d met me a fucking week ago. He’s always three steps ahead of you, I swear I can never beat him on magic chess, he’s a brilliant duelist, and incredible at DADA. He knows the best book recommendations and he speaks so softly when he reads to you. When–” you hesitated. “When Nina and Mum diеd he was there to comfort me. He didn’t ask questions, he just hugged me and listened, he’d such an incredible listener. He can be moody sometimes but that just adds to how charming he is and I– I mean… he’s the best friend I could have ever asked for, I could not imagine how incredible he would be as a partner. Sirius will be lucky to have him. Anyone would.” 

“Aha,” Tom said as he nodded and looked at you. 

“What?”

Tom shrugged, “Nothing,” he said. “It just sounds to me that… you like him as well.” 

You looked at Tom, your back straightened for a second as you pulled back, and you let out a hollow breath, then you gulped. If it hadn’t been for the dire situation you were in, Tom would have taken a picture of how hilariously dumbfounded you looked. 

You groaned and buried your head in between your arms again. “Thanks, Tom! Way to make me more fucking miserable!” you mumbled.

Another thing you had been too blind to see. Fucking Ricchie had been saying that for ages, Reflection Nina had also mentioned something similar. The fox surrounded by the moon and stars? The lady at the three broomsticks? Symbolism was everywhere. Heck, you kept stealing his fucking sweaters because you loved the way they smelled.

“More miserable?” Tom scoffed a laugh. “Darling this is the best thing that could have happened to you!” 

“How?!” You asked, turning back at him, tone angry and bitter. 

“Well, simple: Sirius likes you and Remus, You like Remus and Sirius, Remus likes Sirius and you. It’s a throuple.”

“Remus doesn’t like me!” 

“Oh, he does,” Minho said casually. 

“What?” You asked as you turned to him, he seemed so sure about it. 

“I’ve seen those loving eyes of Remus before, he’s smitten.” 

“But that’s–” Impossible! 

Is it? Really? 

Remus had always been there for you. You remembered his worried expression when he found you on the snow, the hesitance by which he touched you, the way he looked at you back at the Halloween party, the way he would complain about you taking his sweaters but would always wear them after he got them back, when they still smelled of you. 

The way he blushed when you teased him about Alice, how he always seemed slightly disconnected when talking about her, or sex, for that matter, with you. If he thought of you as a friend, and only as a friend, would he be uncomfortable over it? Had James ever been? 

“Oh,” you said as realisation hit you. “Oh,” you said again when you realised how fucking miserable you had made them both. Of course, Remus would never go for Sirius, not if he loved you as well, it was the fucking reason you had –stupidly– broken up with Sirius in the first place. “I’ve been an idiot!” 

“There it is,” Tom said with a satisfied nod and got head slapped by Minho who was a lot more comprehensive over your struggling feelings.

“Tom, you’re brilliant,” you said as you stood up from the chair and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I owe you big time, we all do!” you said thinking of your boys. Yes, your boys. Didn’t that sound delightful?” 

“What are you going to do?” Minho asked.

“Find them,” you said matter of factly. “Find them and talk to them.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Tom cheered and took out some parchment from his bag as the door shut behind you. 

“What are you doing?” Minho asked him as he leaned over the paper. 

“Writing Beth,” he said. “I think I won the bet.” 

“What bet?” 

“The one about those three having a very intense threesome,” Tom said casually and got another head slap from Minho. 

“Oi,” he complained and pushed him playfully. Not that it did anything to Minho, Tom had always been smaller. 

“Don’t bet on peoples’ feelings!” Minho chided. 

“What about yours?” 

“What about mine?” 

“Can I bet on the feelings you have for me?” Tom asked almost in a whisper as he leaned closer to his boyfriend. He had a small smirk when he leaned back, it growing wider when he noticed the tip of Minho’s ears reddening. 

“You’re such an idiot,” Minho said as he covered his face with his palms, maybe then it would be less evident how blushed he’d become.

Tom just smiled and patted him on the back, “That makes you a bigger idiot since you fell for me.” 

You ran through Hogsmeade and used a disillusionment charm to walk through the back door and into the cellar. From there you climbed down the hatch and almost bumped into James as you turned to walk. 

“Vixen?” he asked. He couldn’t see you at all. “Did you get an invisibility cloak or something?” 

“What?” you asked, confused. “Finite incantatem,” you said and looked at him with a frown. 

“It was a disillusionment charm? I couldn’t see you at all.” 

“Maybe you should get your eyes checked,” you said as you leaned closer to Prongs and took his glasses from his face. 

It was like you were surging with energy now, excitement and a bit of nervousness buzzing through your very atoms as you thought of being able to kiss Sirius again, of never having to stop. As you thought of how soft Remus’s lips would be on yours, how happy it would make him to know that he could have what he wanted without hurting anyone at all. 

“Are you okay?” James asked, concerned. You looked nothing like what you’d sounded through the earrings. 

“Totally!” you replied. “Do you know where Sirius and Remus are?” 

“Well, I’m not sure… I think Slughorn wanted to talk with Remus about some potion he’s been working on with a student and he went there. Sirius…? I have no idea.” 

“Do you have the map?” you asked. James shook his head and you handed back his glasses. “These seem all right to me,” you said with a shrug. 

“Moony must have it,” he added, still confused.

“Oh, that’s excellent, I need to go to the dungeons then,” you said and turned around to speed off, but James caught up to you and pulled you to turn to him. 

He was looking at you with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked solemnly, both hands on your shoulders as he stared at you attentively. 

You were almost dragged back to reality by his question. Bad things still happened around you, dark and sad, and life-threatening things. You were still upset about what happened, but you weren’t hopeless anymore. There was light at the end of the tunnel and the fact that you wouldn’t be alone as you faced all of it was as comforting as it was thrilling. Your boys, you’d get to see your boys. 

“Yeah,” you said with a small smile as you nodded. “I’m going to fix things.” 

“The thing with Remus and Sirius?” 

“Exactly that,” you added with a smile, James’ concern slowly turned into a small grin. 

“You’re telling me you found a way to have them stop being all moody?” 

“If the plan works,” you said with a shrug.

“You seem confident.” 

“It’s a good plan,” you retorted. James nodded and you turned around again. 

“Hey, Vix!” He said again. 

“Yeah?” you asked as you turned around. James smiled from how excited you seemed, and then turned to his bag, throwing the cloak at you. 

“Take this, might be useful.” 

“And you?” 

“I’ll disillusion myself to get out and walk back to the castle,” then he cocked his head to the side and bit his lip. “I heard Evans is going to be at Hogsmeade before dinner.” 

You smiled, “Good luck!” 

“You too.” 

You took off again, the cloak in your hands and your small, expansion charm bag bumping against your hip as you rushed through the passage. It hadn’t been many times that you’d taken the HoneyDukes way to the castle, but it was narrower and somehow less moist than the one on the Shack. 

You arrived at the one-eyed witch statue, took the cloak and wrapped it around yourself before speeding all the way to the dungeons. You stopped just outside the potions classroom. You could hear Slughorn’s voice from the door. 

“So, would you be interested in taking the potion for a test?” 

“You said Belby worked on this?” Remus asked. 

“Yeah, I believe he collaborated with someone too, but that person didn’t want to take any of the credit. They made some kind of deal, I believe.” 

“Okay,” Remus said as he took the potion in his hands and nodded. “I’ll tell you how it went next month.” 

“Very well, I’d like to get all your thoughts on a paper so I can hand those to Dacmocles. You may change your handwriting or use a Quick-Quotes quill, I believe Professor McGonagall has one and will gladly lend it to you.” Remus seemed hesitant after that. “Of course, both you and your partner will get extra points for your work. Not that you need much of those.” 

“Right, yes,” Remus said, trying not to grimace when the thought of you, still alone, Godric knows where, came crawling into his mind. “I’ll write the paper.” 

“Brilliant!” the professor retorted and went back to check the papers on his table, which prompted Remus to exit the room with a simple nod. You smiled as you saw him pass by you, determined to get somewhere as he pulled a very familiar parchment from his sweater, and walked towards one of the secret passages you used all the time.

You walked right behind him and watched as he swore over the map and used Lumos to see the words that slowly appeared on the parchment.

“Who are you looking for?” You asked, leaning just behind him and looking at the map just from the side of his shoulder. 

Remus almost jumped out of his skin, turning completely when he heard your voice, his shoulder accidentally hitting your chin since you didn’t have enough time to pull back. He didn’t notice though, too shocked about you literally appearing out of nowhere.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked as he placed both of his hands over your shoulders and inspected your face thoroughly, trying to check if you’d been hurt.

Yeah, it could have been hell, you thought. 

“We should talk.” 

“I was so worried, we all were, you shouldn’t have left like that!” Remus responded, completely ignoring your words and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Remus was scared you would push him away, he was terrified it was the last hug he gave you so he squeezed. 

“I thought I had to,” you said honestly. “You like Sirius.” 

Remus pulled back, “Starshine, I don’t know how you got that idea into your head but–”  

“It wasn’t a question.” 

“Would you let me speak?! I’m telling you, that’s ridiculous, not because I like boys does it mean–” 

“Remus,” you said a little more sternly. “You don’t have to lie to me.” 

“Why aren’t you bIoody listening?” He repeated, exasperated, you saw the flash of gold in his eyes. Even then, you thought it was charming. “It’s ridiculous that you think I would–” 

“I don’t blame you, I like him too.” 

“For Godric’s sake! I said I don’t–” 

“I saw you that night, with the coat,” you rushed out before he had time to protest again.  

Remus’ frown deepened. The night with the coat? He wondered, and then the images came to him, and he paled. “Whatever you thought you heard–” 

“You jerking off to my boyfriend’s name, you mean?” You asked with a knowing smile. Remus was utterly dumbfounded, you weren’t half as pissed as he expected you to be. Heck, you seemed diverted. 

“Is this funny to you?” Remus asked, face cold and tears welling up in his eyes. 

You instantly felt terrible for the way in which you’d said it. “NO! No, of course not,” you said and took a deep breath. “I was–” you bit your lip. “When I found out I was shocked– and pissed, because I hadn’t seen it before, because it was obvious that Sirius and I being together was hurting you and–” 

“It is not hurting me!” Remus defended. “You and Sirius are meant for each other and–” 

“So are you and him,” you said more calmly. “Perhaps more than me and him…” 

“That’s bullshit, he loves you, you know that.” 

You smiled again, that knowing sort of smile Remus couldn’t quite place, “He loves you too, you know?” 

Remus clenched his jaw as a frustrated exhale escaped through his nose. How ever could he respond to that? He hated this, he hated having caused you so much pain, because he was stupid and horny due to the moon and because he quite literally couldn’t keep it in his pants and because he was an idiot and–

“Remus,” you called his attention, driving him away from his destructive thoughts. “Do you like me too?” He turned to you even more shocked at your question. His face was one of anguish and despair as if he didn’t know what to say, or how to respond to such a question. “Be honest,” you added, calmly.

Remus shook his head with tears in his eyes. 

“Would you take veritaserum and deny it again?” 

“Are my words not enough?” 

“You didn’t even speak. And they weren’t enough for you when I told you I wasn’t afraid, nor were they when I told you I thought you were beautiful.” 

Remus swallowed, “Even if I did–” You were biting your lips to stop yourself from smiling. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter, would it? You need to go to Sirius and–” 

“Remus, I like you too,” you blurted out. “I don’t how I was so stupid not to realise it before. I mean the potion at the Slug Party, the way I cuddle with you, the way I’m always happy when you’re around. The way you make me laugh, the way you smell.” You had to take in some air from how fast you were speaking. “I was blind, completely blinded by Sirius to see–” 

“Do you not like Sirius anymore?” Remus asked, almost reproachingly. 

You laughed, “Of course, I like him still! He might be the love of my life, but we’re all a bunch of idiots, that’s what we are!”  

“Little Witch, I don’t think I’m following,” he responded confused. 

You took his head in both of his hands. “You beautiful, self-sacrificing idiot,” you said then. Remus wanted to retort with you being much worse than he was, but he wanted to see what the hell you meant by that more. You licked your lips, enticed to kiss his own, but you knew you had to talk to Sirius about it first. “Don’t you see? We’re all pinning for each other, mutually.” 

He didn’t speak, so you took that as a sign to continue, “You like me and Sirius, I like you and Sirius and Sirius liked the both of us.” 

“You’re saying–” he stammered, “you’re saying you want us all to be together?” 

“Well, wouldn’t that be the only natural solution? We were already together all the time–” 

“I don’t know about natural,” he muttered, you smiled. 

“The only difference would be that you could act on your desires and Sirius could act on his. Wouldn’t that make you happy?” 

“Would it make you happy?” 

“It would make me ecstatic!” you replied with a smile. “And I’m sure Sirius even more so, he’s been pining for you while being with me, he must have felt terribly guilty about it, but he never had to be. Besides, it’s not like it’s the first time three people have fallen in love with each other.” 

“It’s a love triangle,” Remus huffed a laugh as he rolled his eyes. 

“But none of us has to be alone in the end,” you added with a smile, as you bit your lip, and then pressed a kiss to his cheek, right next to the spot your thumb had been resting on. Remus’ smile only widened and he leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your head before your lips clashed with each other.

You didn’t miss the hurt look on his handsome features and you pulled him into a hug. “I’m sorry,” you said, voice muffled by his shirt. “You don’t know how much I wanted you to do that, but we need to speak to Sirius first. No more lies, we all need to be honest with each other this time around.” 

“Sirius is gonna flip out when we tell him,” he muttered into your head. “He’s been sulking over being an idiot for falling in love with me since you left.”

“Then we’re both idiots,” you said with a small smile, still hugging Remus tightly. “Did you guys figure each other out?” 

Remus pulled back with a sceptical look. “Did you really think if you left, we were just going to start dating?” 

“You didn’t?” 

“Of course not!” he replied. “We were both upset, you left with no wand and alone! Nobody knew where you’d gone to, let alone if you were safe wherever you’d been and you were breaking apart because of Christmas. Sirius was drowning in guilt and to be honest, I wasn’t much better. We would have never been happy if we thought you were upset.” 

You bit your lip, looking down and thinking how much quicker things would have gotten solved if instead of running away, you had faced the issue head-on. If instead of leaving, you had brought Remus to the kitchen and forced him to talk things through with the two of you. 

Of course, you didn’t know he liked you too then, but perhaps you wouldn’t have had to go through Gringotts alone if you had. You wouldn’t have gone through those lonely, almost desolate days in which you drowned yourself in alcohol. 

“I guess it makes sense,” you said with a sad smile. “I couldn’t have continued on with Sirius if I thought it was hurting you either. Of that I was certain.” 

“As if you being with Sirius hadn’t already broken half of the school’s hearts,” Remus huffed.

You looked up at him with a smile, “Perhaps, but none of those hearts belong to my best friend.” 

You saw the faintest blush creep up on Remus’s cheeks, you were again tempted to pull him into a kiss, and you willed yourself to stop. Not until we talk to Sirius about it. 

“We should go to him,” you said with resolution. “Where is he?” you asked as you leaned down and picked the map up from the floor. 

“I was looking for you,” Remus admitted, as he leaned closer to you, helping you open the map as you held it. “I wanted to find you as soon as you got to the castle so both Sirius and I could ambush you. I was going to try and convince you I didn’t like him.” 

“More lies?” 

“You told Sirius you didn’t like him anymore,” he sassed back. He didn’t have to say it, you knew how hypocritical it was.

You huffed, “Maybe being in love really does make you more stupid,” you mumbled as your eyes scanned through the map. You saw Peter in the broom closet again, which made you assume he was “greeting” Annie Doxon. James was not at the castle, so he was probably still with Lily back at Hogsmeade. Some of the teachers were in their classrooms, the prefects were helping some of the first years out, or so you assumed since most of them were walking at rather random places inside the castle. The kind of which only the newer kids ended up in. 

“There,” Remus said. “Gryffindor tower, he must be in our room.” 

“Looks like we’ve set direction, captain,” you said with a smile. 

Remus smiled, but he faltered just seconds later. “Wait! How are you?” 

“Very excited about talking to Sirius.” 

“I don’t mean that,” Remus reproached. “I mean about Christmas.” 

You swallowed, and you took a deep breath. “I’m better,” you said honestly. “Well, at least I think I am. Kind of? Something happened in Diagon, I’ll tell both of you all about it after we’ve sorted this out, does that sound fair? One problem at a time…” 

“Will you actually talk about it?”  

You nodded, “I think I avoided the subject so much that it came crashing onto me like a full-speed train, but perhaps I needed that.” 

Remus gave you a weary look, clearly preoccupied with what you’d said, but he was certain he wouldn’t get anything else from you if you didn’t have that “Sirius talk” first. He nodded, still biting his lip as he placed a hand behind your shoulders and pushed you right in front of him, towards Gryffindor Tower. 

It was almost as if going through that first time you met him, when he took you to the passages so you didn’t get busted for being out late. You smiled as you walked, and at some point pulled out Nina’s wand to get some more light out. 

“Lumos,” you whispered. The light was blinding enough to illuminate the entire place before you managed to dim it. 

“What the– you bought a new wand?” Remus asked. 

You turned to him and showed him Nina’s. “Olivander refused to sell one to me, he said this one was meant to be mine.” 

“It’s…” he hesitated, he wasn’t sure he wanted to say her name. Every time they mentioned it you would instantly shut them out and become distant, and last time he suggested you use her wand, you were pretty clear when you told him why you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to remember everything that had happened every time you made a spell.

“Nina’s,” you finished for him. “Yeah, a lot of stuff happened in Diagon.” 

He placed a reassuring hand behind your neck, he was warm, and you hadn’t quite realised how much you craved his touch until you felt the pads of his fingers brush against your skin. You leaned closer to his hand almost instantly, relaxing into his touch. 

He smiled when he noticed and started playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. Remus had always known you liked being coddled, but at the same time he tried to maintain a decent distance since you were dating Sirius, but the fact that he could give you the type of solace he yearned to give, was somehow comforting to him in itself. Like that time when he found you on the snow, but without feeling terrible for betraying his best friend.

He was soft as he made his touch a little more purposeful, finding the tense muscles and pressing onto them with his warm hand, it was delightful, to say the least. “Is that okay?” he asked hesitantly. 

“It’s perfect,” you said honestly. “I knew you were good at petting, I mean you were brilliant with Vixen but –yeah there– I had no clue you’d be this good with humans.” 

Remus laughed at your praise to hide his blush, not that you were looking at him, your gaze was still focused ahead of you and you were carefully counting the turns, not to get lost. It was something you did often when you were inside the passages, and Remus thought the way you muttered 2 left, 1 right, straight, etc. was adorable. 

“I’ve got my hidden talents. Really good with my hands,” he replied with a bit of a smirk. “I’ll show them to you one day.” 

“Godric, Remus!” you said as you turned to him with a shocked scoff. “Who would have thought shy old Moony could be such a flirt?” 

“Only when it matters,” he said with a smile and then squeezed both his fingers onto a knot in your neck and you almost moaned. “I wasn’t lying.” 

“Show off!” you said as you rolled your eyes and swatted him playfully on the chest. This is nice, you thought. You missed being able to interact with them so casually. It was like you’d been walking on needles for too long, and suddenly you were taken to a soft meadow.

By the time you were close to the exit on the passage, you unfolded James’ cloak again, and placed it around yourself, that way you could follow Remus all the way to his room without being spotted. 

“Stand close,” he said.

You refrained from teasing him over it, deciding you’d tease him mercilessly once Sirius was in on the discovery. Remus walked inside the common room, greeted some of your classmates with a simple wave, and continued walking towards his room. The path you already knew so well, you could follow in almost complete darkness. Remus was about to open the door before he turned, looking over his shoulder before muttering, “Should I go in first or–” 

You disillusioned yourself and passed the cloak over his head once you made sure there was nobody else in the hall. “I’ll go in first. I should probably apologise to him,” you responded. Remus nodded. “Give me five minutes and then come inside.” 

You walked in, Sirius was sitting on Remus’ bed, head down and staring at his hands as he picked on his nails and bobbed his leg up and down. He didn’t look up when he heard the door, he seemed to be lost in thought. You saw a clear tear fall over his hand, and he was quick to wipe it out with his thumb.

“Puppy?” you asked as you deactivated the charm. 

He sprung from the bed in a second, his eyes were red-rimmed and he looked as bad, if not worse, than when you left him crying in James’ kitchen. “Starshine?” he asked, as he spotted you, as if he didn’t believe his eyes. And just like Remus had done, he went straight to wrap his arms around you and push you to him. “I thought I’d have to go look for you as soon as you got here. Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you said as you hugged him back, tightening your arms around him. “I’m so sorry,” you said then, thinking of how sad he was and how much you’d hurt him. Thinking of the moment when he’d begged you to be selfish for him and instead of complying, you’d lied and told him you didn’t love him. “I lied, I do love you! Don’t ever doubt that.” 

He pulled back, looking at you as confused as Remus had been earlier, more so when he was the tears pricking your eyes, “Starshine, what are you talking about? I’m the one that fucked up, I’m the one that–” 

“You asked me to be selfish for you, you told me to stop being the hero and I ignored your pleas, I only succeeded in making all of us miserable and–” 

“But it was I the one who fell in love with his best friend while dating you, It was I the one that… I should be on my knees beginning for forgiveness.” 

“No!” you said then. “There’s nothing to forgive! I was the idiot for leaving, not you!” 

“What?” Sirius asked, even more confused, and terrified that the inch of hope you’d created wasn’t real… What if he was dreaming of you again?

“I talked to Remus,” you said then. 

“Wait, you did? Are you convinced he's not into me, then?” 

“Godric, no! He definitely likes you.” 

“So then… why are you– you don’t seem angry about it.” 

“Yeah,” you choked a laugh, cheeks wet with some tears still, but stretching into a smile. “You see there’s one thing I hadn’t realised, one thing that was the key to solving this puzzle we’ve been dancing around for months, and I wish I hadn’t been as oblivious to it, we would have spared the three of us a heartache.” 

Sirius looked at you as you rambled, not sure he understood what you were going on about. It was like you discussing muggle books with Remus that he hadn’t read, he understood the words, but other than that it was like you were speaking a different language. 

“And I’ve always said I’ve been so good at reading people, I was embarrassingly stupid in interpreting my own feelings, to our feelings, that I allowed myself to wallow in my own self pity, and in my own little hole of darkness, too obscure to see the bigger picture and–” 

“Étoile, you’re rambling.” 

You shot your mouth and looked at him with an owlish gaze, you took a deep breath, thinking of how to break it up to him. “Sirius, when you think of me kissing anyone but you, what do you feel?” 

“Anyone but me?”  

“Imagine me kissing Peter.”

Sirius couldn’t quite hold back the sombering of his gaze. You had analysed everything that had happened since you met them, and you had a pretty good idea of what you were about to do, if things went awry though, you weren’t sure you’d be able to withstand the heartache that would ensue. 

“Why do you–” 

“What if it was James? Alex? Tom?” you pressed. Sirius gave you a sorrowful look now. Were you trying to tell him how upset you’d felt over the fact that he liked Remus? It was certainly working.

“Starshine, I–” 

“What if it was Marlene?” His expression was still dull, although rather curious, “Beth? Sybil? Evan?” 

He cringed at the last one, “I think I get what you–” 

“What about me kissing Remus?” His expression changed, you didn’t need to prickle into his mind to know what he was thinking. Although you had been tempted to try legilimency, deep down you knew it would be unfair. “I’ve done it before, remember? At Marlene’s party near the beginning of the year?” 

Sirius remembered it. Of course, he did, there was no way in hell he didn’t, you had been sitting on his lap while you made out with his best friend. That day he thought that might have been the hottest thing to ever happen in his life, but he assumed it was about seeing you kiss, and imagining himself in Remus’ place, rather than seeing the both of you kissing each other. He gulped. 

“Sirius, how would you feel if I kissed him?” 

He didn’t know how to respond. He couldn’t tell the truth, could he? Wouldn’t that upset you further? Make you feel like the entire relationship had been a lie?

“I mean–” he stuttered, “It would–”

“Sirius,” you said softly as you pressed your hand to his cheek. “I want you to be honest, above everything else. Does that sound fair?” He didn’t respond, he only gave you a pleading look. “We’ve lied to each other and ourselves enough.” 

That was like an arrow straight to the heart. Cupid, you traitorous beast, how could you do this to us? he thought as he tried to find his words again. His tongue felt stale inside his mouth, his lips were shut tight like a statue’s, it was as if he couldn’t speak, even if he wanted to.

“Would it upset you?” 

“No,” he mumbled, so low it was almost inaudible. “It wouldn’t.” 

You nodded, and then leaned your head to the side, searching for his downcast eyes before you said, “It wouldn’t upset me either… I mean, it wouldn’t upset me to see you kissing Remus.” 

“What do you mean–” 

“Remember that night I took a picture of the two of you cuddling each other? I always found it adorable.” 

“I was figuring out I liked him back then…” Sirius mumbled, and you smiled.

“Well, I was never jealous. I could never be jealous of Moony,” you explained. “The fact that he liked you and you liked him was not the reason I left.” 

“Then why–”

“Cause I thought I was causing the both of you pain by being in the middle, the obstacle that prevented the two of you from–” 

“You could NEVER be an obstacle!” he rushed out. 

“I know,” you reassured with a smile. “Do you want to know what the last piece of the puzzle was?” Sirius nodded, and you smiled. “Turns out Moony dear, did not only have a crush on you.” Sirius frowned at that, about to ask what you meant but you beat him to it. “He likes me too. He liked the both of us, from the very start.” 

“Moony what?!?” He asked, shocked. 

“And really, we should have seen it sooner, I mean Remus is good at keeping his secrets, but Moony with Padfoot and Vixen? He’s absolute trash at it, it was as obvious as a Sytherin trying to pass as a Gryffindor. We should have known!” 

“So you’re saying that…” 

“WE’RE ALL INTO EACH OTHER!”

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2/9: pictures with Chibs requested by @youngadult9016 As always 18+

“Hey Boss. Got a letter for ya” called Tig as he strolled into the clubs meeting room waving an envelope in the air.

“Set it to the side” sighed Chibs as he kept his eyes on the ledger in front of him. He had been going over the clubs finances for the last hour and this was the third interruption.

Tig frowned as he noted the three other envelopes next to Chibs whiskey glass. Rat wasn’t kidding when he said Chibs had know idea about the gold mine laying on the table in front of him. “Think you should open these in this order immediately Chibs” he stated as he took a seat and arranged the envelopes and set them on top of the ledger. ���Trust me brother” he added as Chibs eyes him over his glasses.

“Fine. After this no more interruptions” stated Chibs firmly as he picked up the stack of envelopes and sat back.

Tig watched in amusement as Chibs frowned at the first one. It was a photo of you on his bike, not sure what was so important about that. Opening the second he swallowed hard as he saw you had ditched the dress and was just in heels and a lingerie set. You looked gorgeous as you posed for the camera.

“Told you” muttered Tig as Chibs frantically opened the next one that showed you without the top and playing with your hardened nipples. Chibs could hear the little sounds coming from your pretty opened mouth just looking at the photo. He had always been amazed at your photography skills and how you captured so much in one moment.

“Fuck” muttered Chibs as he opened the envelope Tig had brought in. You had only just the heels on, sun glistening off your slick center as your fingers slipped into one of his favorite spots on your body. Without a further word he slammed his chair back as he tucked the photos in his kutte and sprinted for the door fumbling for his bike keys.

“Have a good valentines fuck” called Tig as he chuckled to himself. Gathering up all of chibs paperwork he moved it back to the safe and pulled his phone out and shot you a text.

-Old man enroute doll. Don’t ride him to hard-

You chuckled to yourself as you read the message from Tig. Glancing around your busy gallery you figured you only had a couple minutes to clear everyone out before they all got a show.

You were flipping the open sign as Chibs burst through the door. Without a word he had you pushed into the front window of your studio as he ground himself against you and bunched up your dress. The sound of ripping fabric as he tore your panties from your body was the only sound aside from his pants hitting the floor.

You moaned as he thrusted into you in one powerful motion that shoved your face up against the glass of the window.

“So wet Lassie” murmured Chibs as he slowly fucked you and his mouth sucked and nipped at your neck. “Been waiting for Daddy to come fuck you hmm” he added as people passed by on the sidewalk a couple feet away. “Sending naughty photos with my men” he continued as you clamped around him making him groan.

“All for you Daddy” you moaned as he hit that sweet spot that had you seeing stars and your toes curling.

You whined as Chibs pulled from you panting. “Knees” he ordered as he spun you around before pushing you to the ground. “Smile pretty Lassie” he stated as he snapped a photo once your lips were around his cock. “We are going to make a photo album today love” he added before putting his hands on your head and starting to thrust in and out of your mouth.

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You Can Be the Boss

Here is my first debut of my Marcus Acacius miniseries, You Can Be the Boss! As always, I hope you like it.

Summary: The reader works in the dominating world of M.A.D. Co., and Marcus is immediately drawn to her. He wants to let her in but fears how she'll react when she discovers what her boss is like behind closed doors.

Chapter 1 Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+!! NO SMUT, ANGST, FEMALE READER, TALK OF BEING HANDCUFFED, KINKS, TALK OF DRINKING, SOME LANGUAGE

Chapter 1: Are You Ready?  

Reapplying your dark red Matte lipstick in the office bathroom, you’re once again reciting your presentation in the oval shaped mirror. You’ve been practicing your marketing presentation for weeks and thrive for everything to be absolutely perfect. From the slideshow to your choice of high heeled shoes,  everything must be flawless. Not because this is the most important moment of your career working at M.A.D. Co., but knowing that HE will be there front and center. Your boss, Mr. Acacius. The man with those gorgeous almond shaped brown eyes that could seduce a nun.  The man whose sultry voice coats your body with butterflies and your mind with naughty thoughts. The man who makes every woman's head turn the minute he walks out of the elevator and into the lion’s den of feral lassies. Every woman in the office desired Mr. Acacius, including you. But unlike the few ladies you worked with, you were too timid to flirt with such a powerful man. Sure, you wore nice dresses and skirts around the office in hopes of getting one glance from him. You attended holiday parties and happy hour after a long day at the office, and he was always there. You’d make small talk and crack jokes with each other, but you never initiated anything beyond that. Not because you were a prude (you were far from that), but mostly because you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You reflect back to your first encounter with him. You were clinging onto anything your hands could find to stop yourself from leaping over the desk... 

7 years ago:

 You, being fresh out of college, were waiting to take on the dominating world of marketing. No more bartending at the local dive bar in your small town, the city life was finally calling for you. You remember the overwhelming feeling of walking to your first job interview that Wednesday morning. You focused on the clacking of your heels on the cement pavement as you tried to drown out the overwhelming sounds of the city. Cars honking, pedestrians yelling, it was all too much for you being a small town girl. Two blocks later, you finally located the jet black skyscraper with the name M.A.D. Co piercing down at you. How could a building seem so intimidating? Taking in a deep breath, you pulled the heavy door open. Sitting at the front desk was a sweet older gentleman, you told him you had an interview with Mr. Acacius. He instructed you on finding his office and you made your way to the elevator tapping the button numbered 12. While waiting, you opened your folder, checking for the 20th time that you had your resume, transcripts, recommendations and portfolio. DING sounded the elevator and the doors slowly opened. Making a left turn out of the door, your eyes were still fixed on your folder. And that’s when your life changed forever.  A strong force collided into you, making the papers go flying out of your folder. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you gasped, not having time to look up to see who almost killed you.  You immediately knelt down collecting all of your documents, and a much larger figure crouched down next to you. 

“No no, I’m sorry I was looking at my phone and not watching where I was going” a powerful voice responded. 

Panic ran through your veins as you collected your materials. Well, this was one way to ruin your chances at landing a job. You reached for your resume that was  laying on the marble floor, and right at the same time a muscular hand connected with yours. You finally looked up. The most breathtaking brown eyes stared right back at you. Your lips parted at the sight of this exquisite older gentleman. You were hypnotized by his strong features: a set of plump lips, a striking nose, sun kissed skin perfectly dabbled with freckles,  and lucious salt and pepper curls with a beard to match. He was much older than you, possibly late 40’s. The man was astonishing; paintings and priceless art plastered around the most notorious museums didn't hold a candle to him. 

“I..umm… thank you” you stuttered. You’re not sure if you were thanking him for helping you or running into you. 

The mystery man smirked and said, “You’re welcome”.

You both turned to face the piece of paper that still had your hands locked on one another. He quickly removed his hand from yours. His warmth still lingered on your skin. You grabbed your resume and pulled yourselves up. 

“Well, this was one way to make a first impression,” you chuckled. 

“First day?” the man questioned. 

“I have an interview with a Mr. Acacius at 10:30, which I’m now probably late for.” 

“Well, I can walk with you to his office, if you don’t mind” 

Maybe your luck has started to turn. “Sounds good to me” 

You walked side by side with the man, who surprisingly  started asking questions about yourself. Where are you from? How’d  you end up in marketing? What are your hobbies and interests? You go back and forth with the small talk until you stopped in front of a glassdoor with the company name, logo  and a name, “Marcus Acacius” engraved. The gentleman opened the door and you walked inside the orderly office. You sat at one of the chairs and placed your purse on the floor next to the chair leg. Immediately opening the folder, you collected your documents in your hands. Baffled at the sight, the good looking gentleman sat at the desk sporting the most mischievous grin. You purse your lips and feel flushed. HE is Mr. Acacius. You don’t know whether to scream for joy or run out of the office, but you played it cool.

The nervous laugh escaped you and your hands shielded your face, “Of course this is how I meet my potential boss”

Mr. Acacius laughed as his hand stroked his chin, “Well, I have to say this is the most amusing interview I’ve encountered so you’re off to a good start. And again, I’m sorry if I startled you” 

He tried to make you feel comfortable, you appreciated that.

Politely responding, “Thank you, and I promise to look where I’m going, next time” Next time?? As if you’re going to land this job! 

“Luckily, I got to know a little bit about you on our walk. May I see your portfolio?” 

“Absolutely! I’ve also brought my transcripts in case you needed them” You handed Marcus your portfolio and a copy of your grades. 

He leaned in to grab the documents from you. You didn’t know it but the slightest scent of your perfume set him alight. He observed your transcript first. He was impressed by your high GPA from Georgetown. 

“Magna Cum Laude… impressive” he nodded. His praise made you blush. He moved to your portfolio and was even more intrigued by your amazing talent. Not only were you smart, but you were talented… committed…. attractive. It would be nice to see a strong independent woman be a part of the company.

“God.. what’s he thinking?” you thought to yourself, fidgeting with the hem of your sheath polka dot dress. You saw it hiked up a little above your knee and you quickly pulled it down.  Marcus watched you from the corner of his eye, he wished you didn’t fix the dress.  He stretched his arm out with your documents and you reached for them, placing everything back into your folder. Your eyes meet him as he leans back into his chair. 

“So, when can we have you back to sign your contract?” he questioned. 

You can’t believe you landed the job! Your face beamed with joy and you told him any day works for you. He scheduled you to come back the following week where you would sign your contract and receive your office key and login information. You felt like all of your hard work had finally paid off. Marcus reached his hand out to you and your palms connected. He’s so used to shaking hands with men, it was refreshing to touch something delicate and soft. 

“Thank you so much” 

Marcus nodded and walked you out of his office and towards the elevator. He addressed the time and day for you to come back and you thanked him again. The elevator opened and you glided inside. Before the door closed, you said farewell and gave one last look at eachother. You let out a deep exhale and fell into the wall. You felt so overwhelmed with excitement; not only did you have a career but you get to see those gorgeous brown eyes five days out of the week. Your world is dancing. 

After the elevator closed, Marcus strutted back to his office. He sat himself in his chair and his face fell into his hands, “Jesus Christ” he mumbled. He’s only known you for one hour and you had him wrapped around your finger. How could a woman so timid and polite have such an incredible aura that could make him fall to his knees? Marcus didn’t know what you’d done to him, but one thing for certain is he couldn't wait to see you again. 

That night, as Marcus laid in his red satin sheets, a million questions about you were going through his mind. What’s her favorite movie? What does she wear to bed? Does she like dogs or cats? Is she a dom or submissive? Does she prefer leather or lace? Could she handle a man like me? 

“What the hell is wrong with you? She’s only 22!” he argued with himself. You were too young, too innocent to know what kind of man he was behind closed doors. But that didn’t stop him from fantasizing about how you’d look handcuffed to his bedpost. Marcus would never know it, but you too were thinking the same thoughts while laying in bed at your new apartment. Moving boxes scampered along the small space as you laid in the warm sheets. You couldn’t stop thinking about how his eyes pierced  into yours or how his muscles flexed through his navy blue suit jacket…

Present time: You observe yourself in the mirror watching your eye contact and posture as the words flow from your mouth. “Don’t look down…. Shoulders back….. Take your time…” the little voice in your head whispers as you recite your speech word for word. 

You do a quick flip of your hair, making sure your lavish curls fall perfectly. Smoothing out your white satin blouse, you go back and forth rolling the sleeves up and down wondering which way looks better. You decide on rolling them up, it makes you look less tense. You even go a little beyond and undo another blouse button; the tiniest bit of cleavage peeking. Adjusting your black leather pencil skirt, you do one last twirl in the mirror. You don’t want to sound conceited, but you look at yourself with a sense of pride, confidence, and dare you say..sex appeal. You’ve grown so much in the last few years working for Marcus, and the fact that he’s let you take on such a vital project is an honor. 

You stare at your reflection in the mirror and whisper, “You are smart… you are confident… you deserve this”

You exit the bathroom and make your way to the conference room. Luckily, nobody is in there just yet, so you take the opportunity to set up. Turning the projector on and organizing your materials, you hear the glass door pull open. Leslie, your work bestie pops in. “Good luck, girly!” She shouts giving a thumbs up. You blow her a kiss and shout thank you. You go back to setting everything up for the next ten minutes.

As time ticks closer to 10:30, colleagues start scampering into the conference room. You smile and greet the gentlemen walking in. Most of the main employees are men, and you feel a sense of domination knowing that you’re in control of everything this time. You admire the strong, independent woman you’ve grown to become. And then, there he is strutting along the hallway like he owns the world. Marcus grins in your direction as his strong hand grips the glass door handle. You nod and a soft smirk curve along your lips, but inside, you’re going bonkers at the sight of him in his gray suit. Don Draper.. Christian Grey..James Bond.. they have nothing on Marcus Acacius. 

“Good morning, Mr. Acacius” 

Marcus holds his hand out to you and your palms kiss. His skin is warm and rough along your soft hand. His thumb glides along yours. 

“We’ve been over this, you know you can call me Marcus,” he says casually. 

You smile and look down at the carpet, “That wouldn’t be too ladylike of me now would it?”

He smiles, “You ready” 

“As I’ll ever be” 

One last glide traces along your skin before he frees your hand. Everyone is seated around the room and all eyes are on you. Seven years ago, you would’ve been an emotional wreck being in such a predicament. But you’re not that timid little girl anymore, you believe in yourself. Eyeing all the men around you, including Marcus, you dominate the room. Overall, the pitch goes great! Actually, phenomenal. You pace yourself, you don’t break eye contact, you make sure to move around the space, and they neve take their eyes off of you. Colleagues nod their heads, glance at each other with impressed expressions, and everytime your eyes wandered at Marcus, he gleamed with satisfaction. He was beyond pleased with how you represented the company. After finishing, everyone stood up to applaud and praise you. You smiled and thanked everyone hoping that your cheeks weren’t rosy. Two managers in black suits started conversing with Marcus as he headed out of the room. Once everyone was gone, you let out a giant sigh of relief. It was finally over, and everything worked out perfectly.

You took your time leaving the conference room; collecting your laptop and all of your materials. The glassdoor of the conference room whipped open and there was Leslie and the new girl, whose name you can’t remember, barging in smiling. 

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Leslie shouts bringing you in for a bear hug. You hold her tight giggling all of your excitement out. 

“You should hear all of them out there. They can’t stop talking about you, saying how phenomenal you did and how hot it was seeing a woman take charge” 

 “Ohh stop it” you joke. You wonder if Marcus was one of those men to comment. 

“We need to celebrate! Everyone is going to O’Malley’s Pub for happy hour. Come with us!” 

“Uhhh, it’s been a long day Leslie, I think I’ll pass this time” 

“Ohh come on! You deserve to go out” She pleads. 

You laugh and tell her definitely next time. She digresses and again tells you what a great job you did. You make your way out of the conference room and strut back to your desk. You feel unstoppable. Your space overlooks Marcus, and you spy to see if he’s there. Marcus is still talking to one of the managers; he looks bored out of his mind. When you get to your desk, you gasp. Waiting for you is an iced caramel macchiato and a cinnamon roll from your favorite coffee shop downstairs. The order is so precise that you think only Leslie could have done this. You smile at the surprise and see an M.A.D. card sitting next to your coffee. You bring it closer to you:

You were exceptional at the meeting. Enjoy your treat .

           -M.A. 

 P.S. That might be my favorite outfit, so far. 

You can feel your heartbeat vibrating into your ear drums; you feel faint reading the handwriting. Not only was the surprise from Marcus, but you realize how observant he is of you. You’ve never had talks about coffee preferences or your favorite sweet treat. Marcus knew from watching you day in and day out. You turn back in his direction, this time his eyes are glued on you. You grin from afar and lift your coffee cup in a cheers motion. He nods and goes back to typing on his computer. 

5pm: The office life is quiet. One after the other people start to call it quits, but not you. You’re already getting a head start on your next project. Eyes and mind focused on the glowing screen, you don’t know that Marcus is in front of you. 

“Anyone there” he says moving his hand up and down across your eyes. 

You look up and your breath hitches, “Sorry, I’m in the zone” 

The computer screen reflects off of your eyes making them look like diamonds. For a minute, Marcus is lost in them. 

“Well, we are all going to O’Malley’s down the block. Would… you like to go? 

You smile and massage your neck, “It’s been a long day” 

Marcus nods, “I understand. But, if you change your mind… don’t be shy” 

A warm feeling blossoms in your tummy. He’s sending an invite and you say no?! Marcus throws his suit jacket over his shoulder and you watch him strut out of the office. He’s so gorgeous you think. By 5:30, you decide to call it quits. You switch your computer off and tuck in your keyboard. Fiddling with your keys, your mind fixates on a decision. You did an excellent job on your presentation and deserve to celebrate a little. You figure one drink won’t kill you; it beats going home ordering take out and watching Cruel Intentions for the millionth time. 

“What the hell?” You say to yourself. You grab for your purse and exit towards the elevator. Your heels clack along the marble lobby floor and a breeze lifts your spirits when you walk out into the city. You walk along Main Street, the chaotic city sounds are like music to your ears now.

“Just one drink” You say over and over to yourself. You walk along the sidewalk until you see O'Malley's Pub glowing in big red letters. You feel a sense of nervousness when you open the wooden door. Inside you are hit with the smell of whiskey and cigarettes, it makes your stomach churn. You glance and try to maneuver around the crowd. Luckily, you see Leslie and she immediately locks eyes on you. 

“Well, look who decided to show up!” she announces. Everyone's head turns. Cheers and whistles ring around the bar as if a celebrity walked through the door. But once Marcus sees you, his brown eyes widen. He blinks to make sure it’s actually you. Your eyes meet his and the loud music and howls drown out. It’s just you and him. He smiles as you make your way in his direction. Butterflies in your tummy, your heart beating like a rabbit, you open your mouth,

“Hello” You say. 

“Hi” Marcus greets. 

You turn your head observing the busy bar and shout, “Are you having a good time” 

He comes closer to your ear and says, “I am, now that the main attraction is here” 

…. 

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[mctvsh]

pt. 2 kidnapped!enemy!medic!reader x polytf141

cw: military & war inaccuracies, reader uses she/her pronouns, and is mostly girl based, reader has long enough hair to smack her in the face

proofread-ish

by now, it had been a little over 2 hours of sitting still and silence. afraid one wrong move could cost you your whole life. the Captain had left, surveilling outside with a fat cig hanging out the side of his mouth. the pretty boy, whose name is Gaz (as you've learned from Scot's nonstop chatter), was sitting next to the laid down the chatterbox, whose name you have also come to know as Soap (Ghost told him to shut up, which he did not do).. anyways, what good does this do you? nothing. you still didn't even know the Captain's name.

you continue to sit still for a few minutes, Soap's never ending talking echoing in the room and all you could do is internally sigh with how annoying he was.. although, his cheerfulness DID ease your worries. though it was instantly stopped everytime you realized Ghost was 2 feet away from you and was clutching his gun like it would grow legs and walk away from him.

you glance around once more, ears ringing. you sigh, loud and definitely unashamed. to which you gained a more intense glare fromm Ghost, and a pause in Soap's sentence. yikes.

"My bad.." you grumble, using up all your self control to not roll your eyes.

as if he could intimidate you..

"Ye seem tae hae yer panties in a twist bonnie." Soap says with a shit-eating grin. Gaz stares at you, surprisingly sympathetic.

you glance at him, eyes narrowed.

"Nope. Just fine, thanks.." you mumble, lips in a pressed, tight line. before you practically jolt. a loud clank coming from the door that Price had exited out of.

oh great, watch it be a hyena with how bad your luck is..

and nope, it's the Captain. close enough to be honest.

"Choppers here, git." the Captain's voice rumbles, although, he had a hint of warmness nonetheless.

either way, you're grabbed like cattle by Ghost and set on his shoulder, face to face with his ass, which would be a nice sight if you didn't hate his guts. okay so, you're on your way to die. you look up the best you can, facing a grin from Soap as his chest rumbles with laughter at the sight of you.

what the hell is so funny, bastard?

you were starting to get hungry, honestly.. Gaz had caught up to the Captain before your ears twitch. oh? his name..

"Price.." Gaz says before the rest of his words fade as he whispers to incoherent sentences.

Captain Price.. it has a nice ring to it,

you guess..

wait, who cares!? you'll be dead soon anyways!

you walk out and you hear a loud whirl from the helicopter which you were facing away from, hair flying in your face and catching onto your mouth. and now you're being manhandled onto the chopper, hitting your head on the frame with a yelp. you can feel all four of their eyes on you after that one.

"Tha's real charming, lassie." Soap, again.

if you had a gun, you'd shoot him first. why is he even able to stand up or walk right now? sure the gash wasn't that deep but.. you bet it still hurt. especially with the stitches.

whatever, not your problem.

"Leave 'er be, Soap." the Captain, coming to the rescue! you still don't like him..

but he IS handsome, and.. wait. pause. why are you thirsting over one of your kidnappers? is this stockholm syndrome?

anyways! you're set on the seat, before having your hands tied up. behind you.

"Hah, pretty sight, huh?" Gaz finally speaks, amusement in his eyes.

you can feel your cheeks redden, but hopefully not noticeable because you send a firm glare to him, annoyed. they don't seem convinced, though you couldn't tell with Ghost manhandling your wrists. tying them together and then setting his big body across from you, his head leaning against the window and closing his eyes. arms crossed. Soap was grinning, and you can hear Price give instructions to some guy named Nikolai, in the front.

who knows what'll happen next. you're not excited and you can feel your stomach growling. eyes pulled in a tight furrow and lips slightly frowning as you glance outside. arms already sore, why the hell did he tie it so tight.. whatever..

all you can hear is a russian saying how long it'll take to get back to base.

6 hours. 6 hours of torture with more of your kidnappers, great.

for now all you can do is feel your eyes get heavier and heavier.. until your body cowers, your head dropping down and that's that.

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[mitskicain]

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. ⁺ . ✦ the doghouse — ken sato x reader

© mitskicain all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.

synopsis: date night; you talk about dealbreakers and what you want out of life, and each other.

content warning: cursing and profanity, suggestive, innuendos

word count: 1.4K

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003: play date

He arrives fifteen minutes early, with Indian, Chinese, Italian and Japanese takeout.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he says, letting himself in and kicking his shoes off by the door, setting the bags on the counter. “So I got a little bit of everything.”

You stare at the food with a bewildered look in your eyes. This would last you the whole week. What the hell is this guy—made of money? Well, okay, granted his apartment and how he didn’t even ask you for the 400 bucks back suggests maybe, but christ, doesn’t he have other things he should be spending this on, like supercars or thousand dollar clothing?

Your train of thought is interrupted by him shoving you a greasy tub of butter chicken, alongside some garlic naan with a side of udon noodles. Interesting combo. You take your seat on the floor, setting the food on the shallow coffee table that’s littered with unopened mail and receipts.

“Do a lot of shopping?” He asks, mouth full of lasagna—he’s already chowing down on the food without as much as waiting for you to have taken your first bite. What a gentleman.

“No, well, not for me,” you reply, pushing around the food on your plate, “it’s for them.” You point towards your two dogs that are eyeing him keenly from behind the screen door, their eyes a flash of light in the dark. From a stranger's perspective, they must look absolutely vicious, but to you they were just Lassie and Strauber—from childhood, from the old days.

“Mm,” he hums, taking a sip of his Diet Coke. “Not much of a dog person, I’m afraid.”

You make a face.

“Date’s over, eugh,” you say, “dealbreaker.”

The both of you laugh, faces cracking up and all teeth—a flash of canines, again—something in your stomach churns.

“Seriously?” You ask, looking over at Ken who’s still hunched over, trying to stifle his laugh. “How could you say no to dogs?”

“I got chased by one as a kid, I guess it stuck.” he says, scooping up another mouthful of lasagna. He motions over to the two, “they bite?”

“Hard,” you grin, reminded of the time you asked him the same question. “When they bite, they don’t let go.”

He grimaces a bit, imagining the bloody, messy scene. You dip the naan in the curry, mopping up all its goodness. Ken devours his plate, and reaches for more—it’s a disgusting sight, like he’s been starved for days—but there’s something fulfilling about it too, like watching Strauber absolutely demolish a serving after you run an extra mile with her.

“You’re a mess,” you say, leaning forward and wiping a sauce streak away from the edge of his lip. You see the surprise on his face when your finger meets his skin, like he doesn’t expect it—didn’t know you were capable of being tender. Part of you didn’t expect it either.

Silence for a moment; the atmosphere still. The two of you realize you barely know anything about the other. You were just two strangers sharing a meal in your apartment.

“I read some of your stuff from the dayplanner,” he says, clearing his throat, hand on the back of his head. “It’s really good, I mean—you’re a writer?”

You give him an incredulous look, and laugh, shaking your head.

“No, not me, well—” you set the plate on the table and reach for your drink, some Indian rose milk he picked up that actually tasted really good, “not yet, at least. I’m hoping to make my big break soon.”

Silence, again—just for a second.

“You’ll make it,” he says, voice soft, looking over at him. His head is resting on the cushion of the couch, hair messy and cheeks slightly warm. Did he run on the way here? From restaurant to restaurant, trying to figure out what you would like before deciding: fuck it, and getting everything? You feel his fingers twitch slightly, inching towards yours. You turn away and wrap your arms around yourself.

“Don’t do that,” you struggled to pinpoint the feeling—the twisting, the churning—it made you feel sick, like you wanted to puke. The world seemed to spin. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you believe in me,” your voice falters. “It’s cruel, you know—giving false hope.”

He presses his lips into a thin line. He reaches for your hand again, this time you turn to look at him.

“I do mean it.” He says.

God.

You tear your gaze away from him—it’s too much, all of this. You can’t possibly comprehend it. His fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You reach for his hand and look up at him—his eyebrows furrowed, gray irises shimmering in the low light, mouth slightly open.

“Hey,” he breathes, voice just barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” you reply.

“Am I still just a one night stand?” He asks, and your stomach sinks. You frown a little.

“What does it matter?” You ask.

“Because I want to be more than just that,” he says, quick and easy. He sucks in a breath, as if preparing himself. “I want you.”

Your shoulders fall, and you lean forward into him, his lips finding the sensitive skin on your neck; nibbling and sucking. You squirm underneath his touch.

“Please,” he sighs in between kisses, his breath hot against your ear. “Please.”

His teeth sink into your flesh, followed quickly by his tongue rubbing soothing circles, then a kiss—like apologizing. He does this throughout the entirety of your neck, from underneath your jaw all the way along your collarbone. Your skin is slick with saliva and sweat, face red from the heat. Your hands find their way up his neck, when they grab a handful of his hair—you hear him moan.

God, the way he sounded.

“Please,” he says again, begging. Breathlessly. Desperately. “Please, I’ll be good.”

You whine, and push him away, trying to catch your breath. He falls back but catches himself by his arms, biceps flexed and straining underneath the black shirt he wore. It’s tight enough that you can make out the rouse of muscles underneath. His face is flushed, eyes half lidded, mouth open—breathing shallow. What a sight.

God.

He’s about to lean forward to reach for you again when he knocks over the half full cup of rose milk all over you, splattering all across your legs and the floor. His face twists into a look of panic, and he frantically grabs a fistful of tissues, trying to dab away at the mess before you change your mind or yell at him.

“Stop,” you say, and he freezes in his tracks, looking up at you. You tilt your head, gauging his reaction—the way he looks up at you with wide curious eyes, arms still frozen in position, so eager to please—like a dog.

“You said you’d be good, right?” You murmur, leaning back, “then clean this up.”

He tries to wipe at the mess but you stop him again, making a sharp ‘tsk’ sound with your tongue. He stops, perplexed gaze fixed on you, trying to figure out what you mean. You smile at the sight and raise a pointed foot, his hands instinctively reaching for the flesh of your calves.

“Lick,” you command, a glint in your eye. He stays still for a moment—breath hitched in his throat—before leaning down, eyes still fixed on you, and kisses the skin of your legs. His tongue is warm, gliding over you in slow strokes, sending shivers up and down your spine. You can feel the soft, velvety texture of him as he moves upwards, savoring every inch of you. The sensation is both soothing and electrifying. A mix of gentle pressure and lingering heat.

You lean forward, and push him back again, his back against the couch. He’s surprisingly lenient, not struggling when you climb onto his lap and straddle his hips. You trail your hands on his chest and you feel his heart, thundering against his ribcage. His hands feel up the milky skin of your thighs, resting on your waist.

“Please,” he says again, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. “Please, I want you.”

You grab his hands off your thigh and pin them by his side, a gasp escaping his lips. Your other hand grabs his face roughly, forcing him to look at you before you turn his head to press a wet trail of kisses up his jaw. He shivers and moans underneath your grasp.

“Mmm,” you hum into his skin, pulling away to whisper in his ear. “I love it when good boys beg.”

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author’s note: Lassie and Strauber watching you make out with him from out the backyard be like ��️👄👁️ HAHAHAHAH i love men when they beg and yearn like 💥💥 need him crawling, sobbing on his knees 🫡🫡‼️‼️‼️ my favorite genre of men is when they’re a little bit pathetic HEHEHEH🤭🤭🤭🤭 BUT ALSO‼️‼️ I wanted to ask: do you guys have any specific dealbreakers when it comes to dating? Like for me I absolutely can’t stand when they’re rude to staff like waiters or salespeople 😭😭🙏 or when they’re messy eaters—what about you guys?? feel free to share them in the comments, and as always, thank you for supporting my work ‼️‼️‼️‼️ MUAH MAUHHH👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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[unhingedexperimenter]

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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[nexusplane]

Boyfriend?

Characters: Carlton Lassiter (Psych)

Ship: Lassiter x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings/Info: None!

A/N: reader is gender neutral! this is a part two to this fic

You entered the double glass doors to the SPBD, a location you hadn’t frequented before. You apprehensively approached the counter with the plastic screen, drumming your fingers against your thigh.

“Name and business?” The woman behind the counter didn’t meet your eyes when she asked. You leaned in, wondering how loud you would need to speak to be heard through the thick barrier. 

You stated your name, watching as she flipped through a clipboard. “I’m here to see Carlton Lassiter? Uh, he’s a detective…” you supplied shyly. You didn’t know how things worked around here, you just knew that the two of you planned to meet for lunch at his work. He had let you know you’d need to check in at the front desk, but he assured you he’d let the employee know so there wouldn’t be any trouble. 

The woman’s eyes widened at the sheet, suddenly meeting your gaze with an unwarranted intensity. “Oh my god…” she muttered. “He wasn’t lying…” 

“Hm?” You asked, feeling very confused all of the sudden. 

She waved her hand at you. “Oh, nothing, it’s just none of us were sure if you were real…” She checked the list and glanced back up at you as if to confirm just one last time. “Uhm, you can just head back there, his desk has a name tag.” She pointed in the general direction, ushering you around the brick corner and into a long, open hallway. 

Not real? What could she ever mean by that…?

You walked down the hallway with a thoughtful expression, holding your plain black lunch box in your hands. The precinct was very open concept. You stood in a wide room filled with desks and working officers. It created a pretty intimidating atmosphere, you couldn’t deny. That woman had said Carlton’s desk would have his nametag on it, but she hadn’t mentioned studying each and every nametag would be like finding a needle in a haystack. You scanned the crowd, searching for his familiar face when you were startled by an interruption. 

“I’m senssinnnggg… an individual in dire need of our assistance!” 

A man practically bounced in front of you, a bright grin on his face. His energy felt completely out of place in the cold and serious office space. He was accompanied by another man, who approached you much more calmly and slowly. The first man held his middle finger to his temple, the other hand extended towards you almost gracefully. All that was to say, this man was very eccentric. 

“Hello there…” he clasped his hands together very gently, giving you a soft look. “You are clearly very lost–let me guess… you’re here to meet someone?” He had a waiting expression that seemed to say, ‘impressed yet?’

You looked between the two men, still trying to process their arrival when you were trying to answer. “Uhm… yes. Do you know Carlton Lassiter?” 

Your words rendered a similar effect on these two men as the front desk employee. They both leaned back, eyes widening. “You’re here to see Lassie?” The other man asked, wearing a crisp button down shirt, a stark comparison to his friend’s casual and dressed-down appearance. 

You gave them a relieved nod. “Yes! I’m here to meet him for lunch. Do you know where he sits?” 

Neither man replied, instead they eyed you up and down as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with you. You were relieved when a familiar face interrupted the awkward exchange. Miss O’Hara approached you with a smile, holding a manilla folder in her hands. She greeted you with your name, extending a hand to you. 

You shook it with a smile, greeting her with equal enthusiasm. “I see you’ve just met Shawn and Gus,” Juliet said, gesturing to them. “Carlton is with the chief, he’ll be out in just a minute.” 

“Jules, you knew they were real?” Shawn asked, with Gus nodding supportively at his side. She shot him a cold glare. You wanted to demand some answers for the sheer amount of peculiar behavior from damn near every person in this building, but where would you even begin? 

Juliet swatted Shawn lightly with her folder. “Of course they’re real…” her irritated expression melted as she met your gaze, giving you a warm smile. “What is this–third, fourth date?” She asked. You felt your cheeks flood with warmth, and your eyes darted to the ceiling for a second. 

“Oh, uhm, I’m not really keeping count anymore. Maybe… ninth?” You replied. Her jaw nearly hit the floor, her fingers tightening around her folder. 

“So he’s been holding out on me…” she mumbled fiercely, giving you the idea Carlton must have not been so forthcoming with all the details of your relationship with his coworkers… Hopefully you hadn’t gotten him into too much trouble. 

Gus just scoffed in disbelief. “You’ve gone on nine dates with Lassie?”

“Did he not subject you to the killer clown story?” Shawn pressed.

“Or showed you his arrest records?” Gus added.

“Or recount, I don’t know, the entirety of the Civil War?” 

Shawn and Gus seemed downright exasperated, and over what? A few interesting stories Carlton had detailed to you? Their concerns implied Carlton hadn’t exactly had the best history in the dating department. 

You just gave a polite, confused smile. “Well, yeah, of course.” You gave them a small shrug. It really didn’t seem like a big deal, he was a man with a deep love for history, they weren’t hard to come by. 

Both men looked at each other like they had a lot to think about, but to your relief you saw a door on the far wall behind them both open, and out stepped Carlton. His face went from grumpy to pleased when he saw you standing there. His joy was short-lived, however, immediately reverting when Shawn and Gus turned around, giving him enthusiastic waves. 

He briskly walked over, joining the small circle that had slowly accumulated while you’d been waiting for him. “Hi, welcome– Uhm, how are you?” Carlton asked, eyes nervously glancing at Shawn and Gus, who studied the two of you like animals in a zoo. 

Whatever was going on between Carlton and his co-workers, you decided to ignore. “I’m great, I’m so glad to see you,” you replied. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, the way you had whenever the two of you had met up for a date. 

However, in all those past dates, there had never been a set of strangers absolutely shocked to witness your affections. Shawn gasped, drawing your attention to him. What was so odd about this small gesture of affection from one adult partner to another…? 

You sighed, nervously laughing. “Uhm.. okay… what’s going on?” Carlton gave you a concerned look, but your question was directed at his co-workers. “Ever since I got here people have been acting like I’m some… mythical creature.” Your pointed gaze traveled between the four of them, who seemed at a collective loss for words. 

They all stammered out ‘uhms’ and ‘wells’, and you waited with an expectant gaze. “Lassie is chronically single!” Shawn blurted out, jabbing an accusatory finger in his direction theatrically. 

“I am not!” Carlton exclaimed. 

“Try hopelessly single,” Gus supplied, and Shawn gave an affirmative hum. 

Juliet nervously fidgeted with her folder, obviously not too keen on sharing her take on the situation. 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “That seems a bit dramatic,” you said. “Carlton’s a total sweetheart, if he’s got a bad rep with dating, I don’t get it.” You linked your free hand with his, pleased with the way his cheeks flushed a subtle pink. “He’s the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

All at once, Carlton and his co-workers exclaimed one word in unison.  “Boyfriend?!”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hey! What would the skeles do if they got stuck in a hole and a cat fell in with them? Main skeletons thanks.

Undertale Sans - Oh well. That happened. Sans picks up the cat and teleports home. "hey bro. i found a cat. i also fell in a hole and broke my ankle." Yeah, he's in pain. But seeing Papyrus face switch to "WHAT" to "I'M ACTUALLY HORRIFIED" is funny and he couldn't pass an opportunity like that. ... That's his cat though, he found it, there's no way he gives it back.

Undertale Papyrus - "PLEASE ANYONE, FOR THE LOVE OF ASGORE, SEND SOMETHING TO HELP ME!" He didn't expect a literal cat to fall in the hole with him, and he's not sure how it's supposed to help. Is someone making fun of him? He knows when people are messing with him! He stomps the floor angrily, the cat in his hands. Now what?

Underswap Sans - Oh, that's like that movie! Lassie or something? He picks up the cat and lifts it above the hole. "GO KITTY, GO FIND SOME HELP!" The cat runs for its life at the speed of light, relieved that the weird-looking ugly giant finally lets it go. Blue waits, hopeful. ... The cat isn't coming back, right?

Underswap Papyrus - Well, he was in the middle of a panic attack when a fat cat randomly fell on his lap. That's perfect. Honey grabs the cat and squeezes it against him to comfort himself. The poor cat is fighting for his life, hissing and clawing at his face, but Honey doesn't let go. You will comfort him or he's going to cry in two minutes. Stop fighting! Did I mention he's allergic to cats and is going to regret it very soon?

Underfell Sans - He jumps in a corner as the cat falls in the pit with him, scared. Oh, please no. Now is not the time! "kitty, kitty..." Too late. The cat suddenly puffs up and jumps at his face to attack him for no reason. All cats hate Red for some reason. Red is now frantically digging, crying and begging for help. He's never going to hike ever again!

Underfell Papyrus - He was about to scream of frustration when suddenly... A small kitten falls right into his hands. Uh. Edge shuts up immediately, that's very efficient. He sits down and starts petting the kitten. That's his kitten. He has a kitten now. He completely forgets he's stuck in a hole and focus on the kitten.

Horrortale Sans - Uh oh. He knows what's going on. His weird power is acting off again. It starts with a cat, it ends with a... He jumps backwards as a bear barrel-rolls the hole to cuddle him. In minutes, the hole is filled with random wild animals attracted by Oak for some reason. Oak uses them to get out the hole, and then brings all of his new children back to the farm to introduce them to a very pissed-off Willow. What do you mean there's no place for his herd of deers, three bears, a dozen foxes, a cat and 80 pigeons? He's not abandoning them, you monster!

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh great, something absolutely not helpful! Willow is lying on the floor, in pain, wondering how he's going to find help. Then, a cat. The cat is not helping. It's panicking because it's scared of him. It doesn't help him to feel better, he just feels scary and in pain now! Please, he just needs some help...

Swapfell Sans - The cat is sitting in front of him. Menacingly. Nox doesn't like that cat. There's something wrong with it. Its eyes are weird. And it keeps trying to get close to him. He swears that's a demon or some supernatural evil shit. Nox freaks out completely, trying to escape the hole with his claws, crying in fear. Ok, he should feel super ashamed to cry like a baby because of a cat when he's general of the royal guard, but he's not paid enough to fight against demons, ok?! Nox runs back home, terrified, not noticing the cat jumped on his back and is kinda holding on to him like a koala. Surely nothing bad will happen.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh, cool. He thought the cat distribution system was a myth or something. Apparently not. Oh well, who is he to fight against destiny? He teleports home with his cat and tells his brother it just spawned in thin air. Nox doesn't like that, at all. The fuck you mean it just appeared?!

Fellswap Gold Sans - Ew. That filthy animal won't stop trying to rub against his legs. Wine tries to escape it, but it keeps showing him affection for some reason. That's disgusting. He picks up the cat with blue magic and yeets it out. The cat immediately jumps back in, purring. What the hell is that animal's problem? Doesn't it have survival instinct or something?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He doesn't dare to move, in case it's a dream and the cat will disappear. It doesn't. Coffee picks him up, stuff it in his hoodie, teleports back home and goes to lock himself with the cat in his wardrobe. That's his cat. He's going to defend it if Wine tries to take it from him. He's so going to growl at his brother later that day. Just because you're jealous you can't be a mother doesn't mean he can't be a mother!

[starlight299]

S5 E14: The Polarizing Express

I am, once again, breaking my “don’t post about the episode until you finish it rule. However I have faith it won’t go badly this time because I’m not talking about bad guys and Shawn’s criminal crushes, I’m talking about his mother. Which I’ve been meaning to do for a WHILE.

Red flag number one that’s been making me keep an eye out for her behavior and mentions; She’s literally never been in a single flash back scene to Shawn’s childhood and it’s season five now. She was mentioned once when Henry told Shawn to tuck in his shirt before speaking to her and it gave me bad vibes.

I fully expected her to be worse than Henry. Then we meet her in present day and Shawn’s all attached and they get along okay and I am just so unbelievably confused. Then she disappears again. We’ve seen her in two episodes, Yang and whatever one she gave Lassie therapy in, that’s it. And while Shawn seems to like her I DON’T. Especially since she admitted that she’s the one who left and didn’t even bother to try to take her kid with her, she just left him with his obviously terrible father.

Also when Jules’ brother stopped by and Shawn said he didn’t trust him Jules shot back that he wouldn’t understand because he doesn’t get along with his father and his mother is nowhere to be seen and then everybody just fucking brushes that off and doesn’t talk about it again. Henry’s abusive but he fucking tried, she is just straight up absent, and while in the house neglectful which I officially have more evidence for than just not seeing her because Henry just said “It’s not like I had you’re mother around to give me-” (any help) so yeah, neglectful and absent.

I wanted to rant about all this a couple weeks ago when I saw a post that I mostly agreed with (it was talking about Henry’s parenting) until it said “At least he had his mother around to keep him fun” which is just blatantly untrue, but I didn’t have any evidence then so I decided to lost pone this rant. Shawn is fun because of Gus, not his mother, his mother has done nothing for him his whole life, Gus was the only one holding him together. Shawn might not have made it to adulthood if it weren’t for Gus and I do not see enough people taking about that. Do not give that credit to his absent mother that was all Gus. Which is unfair since Gus is ALSO a child, but the world kinda sucks like that and sometimes all we have is fellow children.

But yeah, here’s my fuck Shawn’s mother rant. She’s so fucking absent I don’t even know her name.

Anyway, prepare for a Henry rant in the next forty minutes because I actually will wait till the end of the episode for that one, I just couldn’t wait any longer for this one.

[spectres-n-soap]

Soap x reader x Ghost - The Highlands of Your Heart

Content Warnings - Pregnancy, MW3 is canon, Soap is dead, reader is pregnant. Smut and angst. Reader is afab and is referred to as "Lass" by Soap.

You stare at the two pink lines. You blink and its still there. The truth, the present, the unrivaled and undeniable answer to the past weeks of nausea and that damn tingle. You snatch the second box and rip it open, repeat the steps before pacing. It had to be a mistake. Once, you slept with him fucking once; so it had to be a mistake. Five minutes pass and you look at the second test. Positive, two pink lines and you throw up again. After washing your face, you rest your forehead against the cool porcelain of the sink.

Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.

You stand straight on shaking legs, "I'll make a doctor's appointment." You speak aloud to no one. Three weeks had passed since that terrible day you lost him. Six weeks since you had dragged John MacTavish into your room after one too many longing stares. Six weeks since you wrapped your legs around his torso as he lifted you up while his tongue explored your mouth. Then your chest and then your aching, needy cunt.

"Soap." You panted, head thrown back as he ravished you with his tongue. Your thighs tightened around his head when he sucked on your clit harshly before his tongue dived right back to your soaked hole. He groaned at your taste, his fingers dug further into the flesh of your thighs. "John." He corrected you, his blue eyes looking right at you. "Call mah John lass." Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he pressed two fingers into your slickened cunt. His name flowed from your mouth like a prayer as he curled his fingers to that spot that made you see fucking stars. Your toes curled as your abdomen tightened and he groaned, eyes transfixed on the way your pussy fluttered around his fingers. "God, yer pussy loves mah fingers." Soap -- John -- muttered.

"John - ah fuck- 'm gonna-" The words died on your tongue as your back arched. John nodded, no words needed as he kept abusing that spot. He sucked in a harsh breath as he watched you fall apart on his fingers.

"Good lass." He murmured before he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He lapped at you as his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. "Give mah another." He demanded and pinned down your squirming hips as you tried to pull away. He didn't care when your legs started to kick from overstimulation or your pleas that you couldn't.

"Wait- John I'm-I'm gonna pee!" You cried out and he chuckled. Fucking chuckled.

"No yer not."

"Nonono." The pressure built faster then you could manage and you gushed around his tongue. He drank it up like a dog or a man finding an oasis in the desert. You found feeling in your limbs and grabbed his mohawk and pulled him away from your cunt. John gave you a cheeky grin.

"Yer already tappin' out lass?" He teased, his lower face glistened with your slick and cum.

"Fuck me already MacTavish." You snapped and pulled him up.

"Anything for you lassie." He replied with a wink before he pulled down his pants after fiddling with his belt for a moment. You noted the wet sot on his boxers before he pulled those off too. His cock didn't spring up from its confines but hung low with its weight. And god damn it, your mouth watered at the sight. Long and thick, if he hadn't spent the last twenty minutes preparing your cunt for his cock, you might've said it wouldn't fit. "Yer droolin'." John teased and you didn't get the chance to reply as he pressed in. He hissed as his tip pushed into your hole, "Yer so fuckin' tight still." His free hand reached down and began to rub at your twitching and swollen clit. "Relax f'r me bonnie." He rasped.

"You're so big." You whined out.

"I know lass," He cooed and pressed kisses trailing from your face, down your throat before sucking on a hardened nipple. Slowly, he pushed further in. You could feel every inch, every vein until he bottomed out. You swore you could feel him in your stomach as he groaned. "Good lass. Knew ye could do it." He whispered and pressed another dozen kisses all over your chest. You skin gleamed with sweat from the excertion of the previous orgasms and taking him fully.

He pulled out just a bit and grabbed the under side of your knees. "John, what-" The air rushed from your lungs as he pushed your thighs as close to your chest as possible. John then pushed back into your warm, slick cunt with a groan that mixed with the long moan pushed from your throat. If you had thought you were full before, you were going to burst now. Your fingers dug into his biceps, your eyes squeezed shut as he set the pace. Each thrust knocked moans and whines from you. You squealed when he pinched your clit.

"Eyes on me bonnie." He grunted, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in. "Need to see ye cum on mah cock."

"Oh my god." You barely manage to keep your eyes open, let alone focus as his cock made you boneless. "John! John please!"

"Please what lass?" He teased as he panted, sweat shining on his skin. It was like he was trying to fuck the life from you. "Gonna cum?"

You nodded your head, panting between moans. He grinned at your wordless admission and began to rub at your clit, letting your legs hook onto his shoulders. "Yeah? Come on then." Your hand flew to your mouth but was wrenched back with a snarl and a quick slap on your pussy. The zap of pain jolted you and sent you screaming into another orgasm.

He groaned as your walls clenched down on him and sent him slamming into his own release. His thrusts became more shallow as he painted your walls white and some leaked out from where the two of you connected. You panted, a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You nails dug into him when he thrusted again and paled when you realized he was still hard.

---

You stare at the results. You shouldn't be surprised. Really you shouldn't be, the at home tests had already given you the answer. Still, seeing the 'x' marked in the yes slot of pregnancy felt suffocating. You could see the nurse speaking but couldn't hear her before you rushed over the the trash can to throw up.

As you vomit up the breakfast bar you had forced yourself to eat earlier the nurse asks, "Are you okay?" And it takes everything in you not to be an ass.

"No." You wheeze, sliding down to your knees.

"The first pregnancy is always the hardest." The nurse says with sympathy as she hands you a cup of water and a paper towel.

"Could- Could you repeat what you said earlier?" You wipe around your mouth before drinking the water.

"Of course." She gives you a smile before she says, "You're about five weeks along, the doctor is going to give you some prenatal vitamins and is going to let your Captain know-"

"No." You snap without thinking, cheeks turning warm at the sudden outburst, "I mean, I'll tell him myself." You mutter and the woman nods her head but narrows her eyes at you.

She sends you on your way with some papers and you stand outside of the military base hospital shaking. Tears blur your vision as you stare at the paperwork. Three weeks have passed since Soap was killed and you had barely begun to grieve. Now you had this to deal with, decisions to make about the thing growing in you. How would everyone react? Would they suspect Soap, their dead team member, as the father? Would they see you the same?

You jolt when someone touches your shoulder and you turn to find hazel eyes staring at you with barely hidden concern. "You good soldier?" Ghost asks.

"I'm good." You say quickly, pasting on a smile that would fool no one. You don't need to look into his eyes to know he doesn't believe you. You wouldn't believe you either. You don't let him voice his doubts before you're rushing off after saluting him.

You close the door to the women's barracks behind you. It was empty, everyone else was running drills so you had the space and silence to collapse onto your bunk after slamming the papers into your foot locker. Your breathing exercises don't do anything for you as your entire body begins to shake with sobs you could no longer hold back. Your tears soak the pillow, your hand gripping the sheets until your fingers ache.

You don't eat that night; too nauseated, you don't sleep for the same reason. At some point you wonder if its grief or the pregnancy making you ill. Before you're really prepared, you find yourself standing in front of John Price's office with the papers in hand. Three times you've raised and lowered your hand to knock.

Finally, you rap your knuckles three times against the door and hear a gruff, "Come in."

You look at your Captain and force your hands not to tremble. "Captain"

"Sergeant." Silence hands in the air before he speaks again, "Was wonderin' when you would finally knock. Was about to open the door myself."

"Sorry sir," You mutter as your cheeks and neck warm.

"Well, what are those papers for." His eyes flicker to the stack of stapled paper you held close to your chest as he sits up in his desk chair. You look into his eyes and feel your stomach lurch. You force yourself to pick out the subtle differences between his eyes and Soaps.

Deeper crows feet, flecks of darker blue that Soap didn't have.

You take a steading breath.

You place the papers on his desk, praying that he doesn't ask who the father is, "I'm pregnant."