#AND THANK GOODNESS I SAT THROUGH IT. i am almost irritated by how much i enjoy it now SBDJDL

[dandyshucks]

I've been so focused on the robot/human romance in this audiobook I've been listening to that I.... forgot about the whole plot where they have to rescue the grandfather... 😭

#they finally kiss and i looked at the time left in the audiobook and was confused why there were three more hours SBHDDKL #im so .... #IN MY DEFENCE (if i may defend myself at all LMAO) . this romance is like... specifically catered to me i swear to god #everything about it .... its making me want to make an OC just so i can have the same thing going on w a robot BDHFKDL #like. spoilers for the unnamed book - the robot was built to kill all humans #and then he fought back against his programming and just barely escaped being scrapped #and then lost all his memories bc that all got corrupted when he was put into a junkyard #and then the MC human found him and patched him up and brought him ''back to life'' so to speak #and now the robot is SOOO devoted to him and super protective and also so strong 😭 #and also SO grumpy fhfjdlsl #and man. i am a sucker for that shit 😭 DONT LOOK AT MEEEE (i say as i write this all out on a public blog post) #this book btw was so badly written at the beginning that i almost gave up on it but i was intrigued enough to suffer through #it was like two hours of ''oh my god this sucks so bad. i hate every second of this but i want to see where it goes'' #AND THANK GOODNESS I SAT THROUGH IT. i am almost irritated by how much i enjoy it now SBDJDL #dandy.cmd

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

to fall in deeper - Julien Baker x lacy!reader

jj chats: this has been one of the longest things ive written on this account and i am very proud of it!!! i hope this lives up to any expectations!!! also i recommend reading the first part before reading this it is linked here!

word count: almost 2000!!!

warnings: RPF, use of y/n, reader is a musician/famous, julien is kinda mean, someone passes out (not the reader, the boys or muna), reader calls julien 'jay'.

inspired by the request: i lovvved your love Julien fic based on lacy SO much!!! you’re crazy talented <3 would you consider writing more parts of it? 🎀🩷 like maybe how julien falls more and more in love and maybe an eventual angry love confession from julien, and their first date/kiss?

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

When MUNA went on tour, they asked their dear friends to perform as openers. It was on billboards and spread across social media: “Boygenius and (Y/N): openers for The Greatest Band in the World”. All parties were ebullient, another few months of music, laughter, and fun. Everyone except Julien Baker, Julien wasn’t pleased when she found out you were the other opener. She despised the feeling she got in her gut when your name was mentioned, she couldn’t decide what it meant. She was torn between it being contempt or admiration. She didn’t like not knowing, she didn’t like the fact she couldn’t figure you out, let alone figure out her own feelings for you. 

So far the tour had been faring well. There were huge crowds showing up every night, all screaming out the lyrics to their favorite MUNA hits. Everything was going well, until August 6th, a Friday night. It was exceptionally hot and it was starting to take a toll on the musicians. However  they were all pushing through, they had loud fans backstage that gave them some relief from the heat and could basically get away with no shirt on stage. So far, the night was going well, besides the heat. Lucy and Julien sat in front of a large fan, while Phoebe and you stood in front of another one. MUNA was performing on stage, while you all waited until the last song, “Silk Chiffon” . It was always a nice surprise to the fans when you four came bobbing up on stage singing along, dancing with one another. 

Phoebe sighed, turning towards you “Want to go back with me to get some water?”

Your eyes darted to the right, where your water bottle stood proud and tall, still about half full. “No Pheobs I’m okay! I’ll walk with you though!” 

“Oh no dude you’re good,” The platinum blond turned to Lucy and proposed the same question.

“Yeah my water ran out like 5 minutes ago,” Lucy hopped up from her seat, moving towards an already upright Phoebe who was wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, sweat droplets rolling off. “Be right back guys!” 

Before they turned the corner you checked the time and yelled to the singers “I think there's only two more songs till Silk Chiffon so hurry!” Lucy and Phoebe nodded to you and continued their walk to wherever they were storing the water bottles. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Julien rolling her eyes.

You turned your body to hers, you ignored her obvious irritation towards you and smiling you asked, “You good Julien? I got some water if you need it!”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks.” The tattooed woman replied, curtly. 

“Ohhhkay,” you said, confused by her tone. You thought for a minute going back over the day to see if you did anything that would warrant that reaction. You couldn’t find anything, but you did remember how Julien really hadn’t ever been that cordial to you, not since that night outside the restaurant where she found you crying. In a moment of panic you asked the woman sitting 5 feet from you, “Did I do something?”

Julien turned towards you, obviously dumbstruck by your question. She hesitated before responding, you could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes, “No, you didn’t do anything.”

Quickly you replied, desperate to figure out where you went wrong. “You act weird around me.”

You could see a flash of panic move over Julien;s face before it was replaced with a look of annoyance. “How do I act weird around you?” Julien asked as if it was the most absurd sentence you could have chosen to have said. 

“You don’t talk to me ever, you avoid me, you don’t reply to my texts in the groupchat. Yesterday on stage you avoided me every chance you got. I get that we aren’t really close but do you have to pretend like I’m not even there? Like I don’t even matter?” Your voice started to strain towards the end of your dialogue, you could feel your eyes start to water.

“I-I don’t-” 

Julien was cut off by a very energetic Phoebe who came skipping backstage.  “We’re on stage in like a minute guys! Grab your mics!” 

You quickly got up, blinking back your tears as you approached a table, grabbing a mic. You settled your breathing as Lucy came up to you. “You okay?” She asked, voice laced with worry.

“Mhm! I’m fine! I think the heat is just getting to me!” You replied, your voice steady. You’re honestly surprised at how fast you pulled yourself together.

MUNA was on stage finishing up their second to last song for the night when Katie yelled into her microphone, “Thank you all for such a gorgeous night! We have one last song! Can you all welcome our guests to the stage please?” The crowd begins to go crazy. 

One by one the 4 of you run out on stage as the band starts playing “Silk Chiffon”. Your eyes scan over the crowd, everyone is having an amazing time, they all look tired, but in a euphoric concert driven tiredness. Until you spot one girl near the front of the barricade. She looks as if she's about to pass out, and the people around her don’t seem to notice. You brush it off, but decide to keep an eye on her just in case something happens.

As the band starts to play the music fills your body, heating your veins with electricity. You move the mic to your mouth as you sing background for Katie. This was always one of your favorite parts of the show, the harmony between all of your voices, the feeling of being alive and showing it through music. Phoebe rushes up to you and grabs your wrist, twirling you around and smiling wide at you. She leans in and gives you a kiss on your cheek before your bodies find natural sync, dancing together. Everything always gets too chaotic when the 7 of you are all on stage. AS your eyes move from  Phoebes to the rest of the talent on stage you spot Julien glaring at you, your cheeks redden and you can’t distinguish whether it's from the heat or the shorter woman's dangerous stare.

Suddenly you remember that girl in the audience and when you look back to her place, you see her almost going limp, merely held up by the sweating bodies around her. Immediately your mind moves fast, remembering your highschool first aid lessons on heat stroke. Your brain quickly runs down her obvious symptoms and realizes it could be severe dehydration or worse, heat stroke. You quickly let go of Phoebe's arm and run backstage to grab a water bottle and someone to help you. 

Phoebe is confused, her eyes follow you backstage until she sees you grab a bottle of water. Too caught up in the moment she thinks you need a drink. She assumes nothing is wrong and then goes over to Jo to dance with her. The others don't realize your absence, too caught up in the song. Except Julien.

Julien was keeping a close eye on you when you were on stage, she saw every time you glanced at that specific spot in the barricade. Though she didn’t follow you, not until you suddenly appeared on the lawn in front of the stage with a medical professional and a security guard. 

You run to the dehydrated woman and then help her get to a cooler spot, and give her small sips of water to hydrate her. You couldn’t care less about the concert at that point, too concentrated on making sure this person was alright. 

Julien’s stomach started to churn, once again you were proving to her that you were perfect. There wasn’t anything Julien could flaw you on at this point. You stopped singing in the middle of a concert to go and take care of someone in need. How could she avoid her true feelings now? 

The song came to a close, and the bands lined up, wrapping their arms around each other's waists and bowing. Naomi, Jo and Katie blew kisses to the crowd and then they all walked offstage, a concert well performed. 

As Phoebe looked backstage she didn’t see you. She turned to the group and asked, “Did anyone see where (Y/N) went?” 

It came as a surprise to everyone when Julien answered, “They went to help someone in the audience, I saw them with medical.” 

Everyone nodded, Jo hoped the person was okay. Katie and Naomi went to ask someone about what had happened. It wasn’t soon after that you showed up.

Walking back to where you had just appeared from, Naomi and Katie both asked you “What happened?”

You told them that “Some girl in the barricade got really dehydrated and passed out, but she’s alright now!” 

A sigh of relief was heard from all 6 people, relieved that everyone was okay. Small chit chat was made until Jo spoke up “Okay I don’t know about you guys but it is hot as hell out here and I am going somewhere with air conditioning!”

“Finally someone said it!”

“Thank god I was starting to think I’d melt,”

Naomi, Katie, Lucy, and Phoebe dispersed after Jo, all talking about some record they’d listened to recently or where to get takeout from.

Julien stayed behind, and just as you were about to follow after the others she caught your arm. You turned towards her, “What’s up Jay?” The nickname leaves your lips in a second before you could think to not say it. 

Julien looked at you strangely and let go of your arm, not really realizing she had grabbed it in the first place. Another round of butterflies flew through her body as you looked at her questioningly.. “That was super cool what you did for that girl. Leaving mid song I mean.” 

You sighed, you were starting to get frustrated with her antics. Did she loathe you? Were you two friends? It seemed every other minute her feelings towards you changed. It was confusing the hell out of you. “Thanks.” You clipped, starting to walk away.

“That’s it?” Julien asked from behind you.

As you turned back around you noticed she stood as if trying to make her 5 foot frame seem taller, not that it was working. “What?”

“‘Thanks.’ That’s all you're gonna say? Normally you're much more chatty,” Julien laughed.

“I don’t know what you want from me Julien.” 

Julien pauses, looking at you with questions written all over her face.

“When I talk to you, you get snippy and you’re mean. When I don’t talk to you, you want me to talk more. I don’t get what your deal is with me?” You whisper-yelled, afraid someone from the crew would see your argument.

“I-” Julien stuttered, not being able to come up with anything to say.

Finally done with the back and forth banter that has been hurting your feelings ever since you met Julien you declared, “If you don’t want to be my friend just say it.”

Julien looked at you, eyes wide. You watched her as the gears turned in her head, trying to come up with what to say. You gave her a chance to explain herself, you set a mental timer of 30 seconds, if she didn’t say anything then you would go away. 

Those 30 seconds flew by without a peep from Julien, your eyes teared up as you spoke, “Fine, I’ll see you later I guess.” Turning around you went to your tour bus, wondering what you did to get Julien to dislike you so.

The only thing going through Julien’s mind was how she screwed up, bad.

#julien baker x reader #boygenius x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker fluff #jj writes #julien baker one shot #julien baker au #julien baker x singer!reader #julien baker x lacy!reader #muna x reader #julien baker angst

[ryuttaeng]

pairing: lieutenant!ryujin x detective!reader

summary: all of a sudden, police department sent you to solve serial crimes with lieutenant shin ryujin, out of all lieutenants.

cw: smut, g!p, enemies to lovers, mentions of murders, pet names, in shy ryujin we believe

word count: 960

a/n: sorry it’s kinda mid it’s almost 4 am 😭

“not you again, you prick.” shin ryujin, lieutenant exclaimed, nervously exhaling cigarette smoke. you smirked, straightening your tie and standing right in front of her face, “it’s nice to see you again, lieutenant.” you said in honeyed voice, which made ryujin inhale through cigarette and exhale smoke right in your face. you closed your eyes, not to cause irritation, “you better to stay away from me, detective byun.” she hissed, going inside the house where homicide happened almost an hour ago.

ryujin gritted her teeth, nervously sighing. where could she miss the most important thing for the whole case? ryujin’s eyes drifted all over the apartment, looking for any useful information. “i…”

“can’t find any more clues, lieutenant?” ryujin hears your voice behind her, making her annoyed. shin turns around, slamming you against the wall, “shut the fuck up, you moron! i’ve had enough of you being a pain in my ass!” ryujin spat out. she calms down and relaxes, removing her grip from you. it almost scared her, the way you didn’t say a thing back or flinched, at least, you hid your fear good enough. “maybe you should check victim’s bedroom again, lieutenant.” your only words, as you fixed your shirt. ryujin’s eyes went from your face to your hands, nervously fidgeting your ring on your middle finger.

she nodded, it almost went unnoticed, your eyes remained on her as she headed towards bedroom. for fucks sake, ryujin for real missed a lot of clues here, analysing all information again.

you took a sip of whiskey, your last investigation was successful, thanks to lieutenant, of course.

shin ryujin took a step inside the bar, her eyes wandering around the place, looking for you. lucky enough to find you, she sighed, moving to you. “my my, look at you, my dear detective.” she says, putting on the grimace of smirk on her face, as she slowly approached your side. ryujin herself doesn’t know the reason of tension between you two but she comes along it, fair enough, you do annoy her though, as much as she annoyed you. right.

“what… what do you want, my precious lieutenant?” you put effort to simply say something, barely looking at the woman in front of you. ryujin sighed, just looking at your statement she could say that she just signed a death sentence to herself, not that she’s a fan of drunk coworkers.

“what ya looking at? never saw a drunk woman before? i… hold on….” you spoke, hurriedly standing up and heading to the bathroom.

ryujin looked up, as she saw your figure come out of bathroom, you tiredly returned to your seat, groaning. “i’ve never seen someone being drunk and in a snap of fingers almost as sober as before.” she stated, watching you. you furrowed your eyebrows, as you fixed your clothes, “just forget it already. why are you here anyway?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“it would be better if i stayed and continued to drink instead.” you mumbled, taking off your jacket.

“it’s your work, byun y/n.” ryujin answered, following you.

“not that i have ever expected to spend a night in a hotel room with my lieutenant. in a hotel where homicide just happened especially.” you replied, laying on the bed, which is a king sized, and is the only bed in the room, ironically. ryujin sat down, sighing. “you’re so annoying sometimes, you know? but even now, you’re not.” older woman said, which made you to sit up, looking at her. “and what you mean by that is?” you asked, noticing how ryujin looked kind of nervous? she tried not to look at you, her hand nervously pulling her pants. “well, you… you’re a good person and i-i’m sorry that i yell at you and being rude to you…” ryujin nearly whispered, she flinched, when she felt your arm around her waist and your head on her shoulder.

“aw, such a gentleman you are! and a handsome one, i must say… if we’re complimenting each other right now, you know.” you replied, pinching ryujin’s cheek. “i accept your apology and-“ goodness gracious, when you looked down you almost didn’t believed your eyes. the bulge in her pants?

“oh… well, you can say sorry in a different way though…” you put your hand on ryujin’s thigh, slowly going up. ryujin’s breath hitched, as she almost immediately melted under your touch. you smiled to your thoughts, “suddenly so shy and not even complaining? that’s the way i like it, darling.” you whispered, as ryujin whimpered from your touch, your hand palmed her cock.

in a few minutes older woman already laid naked, as you hand slowly jerked her off. “you’re so cute when you’re not being a jerk.” you said, receiving a mumbling in response, ryujin didn’t knew where to put her hands so she basically just held your arms. “can’t keep you waiting too long, baby, aren’t you cute?” you murmur, as you hear ryujin whine at the loss of touch, just to moan your name when she felt herself inside of you, you immediately starting to ride her. “y/n! oh- fuck…” ryujin whined, her hips slowly starting moving in your pace, making you to let out a moan. you feel ryujin’s hands on your waist, her grip tightening as she’s about to reach her climax.

as ryujin’s movements grew faster and more erratic, you knew she was about to cum so you pushed yourself deeper onto her, trying to take more in. ryujin let out a loud moan, pulling you closer to her, connecting her lips with yours as she released her cum inside of you. the pleasure was intense, you slowed down, as ryujin’s slow thrust continued, letting you to ride out your climax.

#itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #ryujin x reader #ryujin x female!reader #ryujin smut #gp!ryujin #itzy smut #kpop smut

[spider999sposts]

All this Miguel O’Hara content 🥵🥵🥵

Genuinely unsure if I’ve submitted this already, I am getting LOST in these fics, but what about a scenario involving that famous upside-down kiss but with Miguel O’Hara??

I’ve had daydreams of Miguel starting to frequent the coffee shop I tend to go to when having some work projects to do- we have some interactions, short chats; “another spreadsheet?” / me forgetting I have my pen in my mouth while typing, “neff-“ *taking pen out* “never underestimate the power of a good spreadsheet”

Just like… flirty friendly strangers. Then somehow ends up in an interaction with spiderman 2099 in that classic rainy upside-down kiss style 😩😮‍💨🥵

Your fics don’t help my feral obsession for this man and I’m so curious as to what you’d come up with, I neeeeed him 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Not Really Strangers — Miguel O'Hara

🕸synopsis: miguel o'hara gets his very own spiderkiss

🕸genre: fluff

🕸tags: miguel o'hara × reader

🕸a.n: thank you for requesting anon! so fun to write a version of this idea <3 requests are open everyone <3

Working at the Daily Bugle, meant that for most of the time, you had to do work that was not yours.

Your job didn't even include this in the work description when you first applied, you were suppose to be writing articles on what is happening in Nueva York, not making excel sheets of sales and marketing. At first, you did it to fill in for your pregnant co-worker in sales, but ever since she went on maternity leave, your boss, J. Jonah Jameson had designated you the office's sales rep, apparently, without even taking off some of your own work load.

Getting anything done in the office was near impossible nowadays with everyone looming over you, asking if you were done, if the spreadsheets were coming along, if the articles were finished, so you'd dissappear for a couple of hours when the office was at its busiest, taking your laptop and working at the coffeehouse right infront of the building you worked at.

You used to make fun of those who sat at coffee shops, with their big headphones and overpriced drinks, but now you realised how much you actually got done when no one was hanging over your shoulder, asking if you got it done. You've adopted a habit out of going to this café, to the point where you were recognised by the baristas and some of the regulars.

You never really spoke with any of the other regular customers, always gave them a polite wave or just said 'Goodmorning' or 'Have a good one.' depending on the person. None of them made any attempts at speaking with you, so you never really paid them any mind either. They were just familiar faces who made this place feel a little more homely.

Your first encounter with one of the regulars though, was certainly something.

You remember seeing him a couple of times, who wouldn't remember seeing that? Tall man, muscular arms, massive back, soft tufts of blackish brown hair and a brooding look, a nice ass—maybe a little too nice, always wearing that white jacket over any kind of shirt. He'd always come in, order the same coffee, every time.

His voice was queit, he mumbled most of the time and he had a deep, low voice, "One large americano, please." He'd get his drink, sip on it while scrolling through his phone or messing with his watch, then leave. You watched him do this routine one too many times, and one day you caught his name. "One large ameircano for Miguel!"

You never really did anything beyond stare at him, glancing at him between breaks after crunching numbers on your computer. He was just another –attractive– stranger. Nothing too special about him. No need to freak out.

That was until you were holding up the line one day, while looking for your wallet. You were nervously checking all your pockets, getting more and more nervous when you heard the irritation of the customers behind you. You almost had a breakdown when you heard someone walking over, bumping into everyone else. "Sorry—Lo siento—Hello." It was him, him and his...glorious chest and round ass. Him and his stupidly high cheekbones and plump lips. "Add one large americano to that, please. What's the total at?"

"17.75 dollars."

"Tsk, La inflación está afectando todo, ¿eh?"

[Inflation is affecting everything, huh?]

He pulled out his wallet and slid the money over the counter before you could even register. The line moved when the two of you made your way out of it, standing to the side to get your drinks. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that." You said, a blush creeping on your face. He didn't seem like a person who smiled very much, but he gave you a small grin, shaking his head. "Don't mention it. Besides, you really were holding up that line."

You laugh, even though it wasn't all that funny. "I..couldn't find my wallet. That never happens. I think I just left it back at the office. I'll fetch it to pay you back–"

"Oh, no need, my treat. I've wanted to buy you a drink for a while now."

From there, you start talking. You tell him why you became a regular, your hectic office and your demanding boss. He tells you he comes to avoid how hectic it gets too, tells you he works at Alchemax, and you salute him for surviving this long, he tells you it's all thanks to the coffee breaks he gets here and you laugh.

From here on out, you two keep bumping into each other at the coffeeshop. He'd come over and sit with you when it was too crowded, and it slowly became a thing with him, your thing with him. He'd sit at your table, watching you work and occasionally chatting with you, asking how it's going.

"What does a journalist have to do with sales?"

"Tvat—"You took the pen out of your mouth, putting it behind your ear. "—That is what I said!" He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's cute how irritated you get. Here, let me help you."

Other days, when he seems a little busier, he flashs you one of those smiles of his, and drops a paper bag on the table before leaving, always containing some kind of sugary pastry to keep you going.

"I've got to run today, but make sure you eat well."

"Oh, are you concerned about me?"

"Of course I am, you're my periodista favorito." [Favourite Journalist]

"Spanglish!"

"Give me a break."

When he's on the phone and rushing out, he'd wave and wink, mouthing you a 'Goodluck' as he walked out the door.

And when you were working late, he'd offer to walk you home, saying it's the gentlemanly thing to do.

"That is me.."

"Ah, not so far from work, huh?"

"Not at all. Thank you for walking me."

"Of course, hermosa, wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Not with you around."

You didn't see Miguel very often after that, you mentally crused yourself for not asking for his number, but you had to remind yourself, you came here to get work done, to get spreadsheets filled out, to get articles written, not to daydream about a –gloriously handsome– man like its a school crush.

You ended up working over time back at your desk, going home at hours that you should probably be compensated for. Today was just one of those days. Your co-workers had all left, leaving you to lock the office. Once you were done, you exited the building, the cold autumn air flowing through your lungs and the pouring rain dampening your hair. You moved quickly, there were no taxis at this hour, so you pulled your coat closer to your body and made your way down the street. You didn't live too far from where the Daily Bugle was, but with this weather, you much preferred to be in a vehicle.

It was getting a little harder to see, the downpour was getting heavier and your vision was getting blurry. It didn't help how you could hear a pair of footsteps behind you—Make that two pairs of footsteps behind you. This time of night made people of every kind come out of the shadows. You just had to get to your neighbourhood and everything will be fine.

"Oi, sweetcheeks, wait up!"

"We just wanna have a chat, baby, stop walking so damn fast!"

You were practically speeding infront of them, trying to lose them by moving in between buildings. Maybe it wasn't the smartest of decisions, because by the third time, you found yourself met with a dead end. The two men from earlier seemed to have picked up a friend, and the three of them were approaching you in a menacing manner. You saw one of them holding something in his hand, the blade glinted in the pitch darkness. The other two lunged at you, pinning you to the wall. You let out a loud scream and started kicking, but it was to no avail. The armed man stepped closer to you, running his blade across your clothes, with a disgusting grin on his face.

"Gonna be a nice night, eh?"

You moved, kicking him between his legs. He recoiled, taking his time straightening up while his two filthy friends held you back tighter.

"We've got a fiesty one, h—"

A man moved out of the shadows, a familiar blue and red glow following him as he lunged at the perpetrator, knocking the swiss knife from his hand. The two men let you go and launched themselves at him, while the other one struggled to grab his knife from off the ground. Your not-so-unknown hero knocked out the two henchmen, webbing them to each other and kicking them to the side while he swiftly handled the third one. He was fast, incredibly fast, you could hear the man struggle to keep up with him, until he was finally knocked out near his two friends.

You stood mesmerised, staring at his massive back as he stood looming over the three of them. "¿Tu madre no te ha enseñado modales?" He grumbled. He must've felt your gaze, because he looked back at you. Your eyes met his red irsis, as he stood unmasked, the only thing concealing his face was the darkness you stood in.

[Has your mother taught you no manners?]

You took a few steps towards him, and he immediately moved, launching himself up. "Hey, wait!" You ran up to the street, looking up at the roofs of the two buildings you stood between. Behind you, you could hear a ziiiip! and when you turned around, your not-so-friendly masked hero stared at you, hanging upside down.

"Oh my god, hey." You smiled at him, putting your hands on your heart. It felt like was going to jump out of your chest.

"Hey." He replied, "¿Qué es algo bonito como que haces tan tarde en la noche?"

[What's a pretty thing like you doing this late at night?]

His voice sounded like you've heard it before, the way he rolled his r's and that thick spanish accent of his made him feel a little too familiar to you.

"I—I was working late." You replied after a bit, the glow of his suit reflecting in your eyes. "Spreadsheets again?" He asked, and the question made you laugh. "Yeah! My boss needed them finished."

"You shouldn't stay this late out." His tone was authoritative, "Especially all alone. Who knows what would've happened if I wasn't...in the area."

Unknown to you, he wasn't exactly 'in the area', he was making sure you'd get home safe. Just like he did every other night you went home late.

"Usually I have a friend that walks me home, but I haven't seen him in a while." You explain, before nodding. "But you're right. I won't stay this late again."

"Ah, good. Take care of yourself."

"Are you always this concerned about the people you save?"

"Just the pretty ones."

Your skin heated up, and you took a step towards him with a smile. "That's not very fair of you, Mr. Spiderman. I'm a journalist you know, I could hold this against you."

"But you won't." He chuckled, and you tilted your head at his playfulness. "You like me too much."

"My boss doesn't though, writing something negative about you could give me a raise."

"Mm, that's your thanks for saving you?"

You laugh, and move a bit closer to him so your faces were inches apart. A moment of silence fell upon the two of you, as you gently hooked your finger against the fabric of his mask.

"Wait—" One of his big hands wrapped around your wrist, but he quickly removed it, holding on to his red webs instead.

You lowered his mask and set it gently on his sharp nose. You could see his tanned skin glistening with rain droplets, his plump lips were parted and there was a recognisable small scar on his neck, peeking from under the suit. You wrapped your hands around his warm cheeks, and leaned in, pressing your lips to his. They were soft, just like how you imagined they would be. He kissed you back, closing his eyes under the mask, letting himself savour this moment as much as he could. You were ever so gentle, your breath hitched in your throat and your mouth slightly open.

You pulled back after a few minutes, and he leaned forward, not really ready to let go of you. He fought the urges he's been feeling ever since the first time he saw you in the coffeeshop, but if it were up to him, he would've had you kiss him until the two of you were breathless.

"That is my thanks." You replied, taking a step back with a smile on your face. "I'll see you around, right?" You asked, and he nodded. "You will."

You turned your back to him and made your way out to the street, the smile still on your face.

"Oh, and spiderman?"

"Yeah?"

"I didn't tell you about the spreadsheets."

His cheeks flushed as he watched you go, he followed you on the rooftops until he made sure you entered the apartment building safely.

His gizmo beeped, and a notification caught his eye.

Canon Event Completed.

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #marvel #lyla spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara fluff #miguel needs a hug #answered #requests #requests are always open everyone !! #more requests please <3

[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>I Just Like The Cold.

Chapter Three

Jasperxf¡reader

Multiple POV's

TW, Drowning.

I'm so sorry this took forever, I've been on my other Tumblr and forgot completely about this account 😭.

Also I'm tryna etch myself back into my twilight phase and writing always helps.

°Reader's POV°

I felt the beads of sweat dripping down my face. I tossed and turned, and my face twitched with irritation as my eyes refused to snap open from this dream. It was a simple dream. One that if I were still allowed to friends with him, I wouldn't complain, but as I'm not permitted to go anywhere near him, the only way I can hear his voice and be as close to him as I want, is in my subconscious.

He was just sat there. On a cliffside, overlooking a beautiful sunset, his head was slightly tilted as he watched the cotton candy looking clouds float through the sky. Sunsets were rare in Forks, which was probably why he was sat there, admiring it. No one else was there, until I appeared, and sat down next to him. He smiled in my direction and he put his arm around my waist. I took the opportunity and rested my head on his shoulder. But with each breath, and every blink in the sun's direction, he withered away slowly. Like a dying rose, but with it's thorns still pricking me.

"I just can't.." he said, as his face was the last of him to wash away, and I was left alone again.

I sat up, gasping for air, letting the much needed oxygen fill my lungs. I opened my curtains to see the dark of the night, the only light being from the moon and shining stars surrounding it.

Sighing, I sat back down on my bed, begging my mind to let him go. He didn't want to know me. And that hurt.

Thinking about it, I'm being pretty dramatic. It's just how in the dark I am about it all. He didn't give me an explanation of any kind. The only thing I've heard is that it's 'for my own good' or for my 'safety' but I don't get how I'm in danger. If he had just given me a reason, sure I'd still be sad that I can't be...friends with him, but I wouldn't be in a state like this. I just need answers, my mind can't comprehend the not knowing.

It was morning before I knew it, and I was running on very limited sleep. Before Emmett got to my house I met myself in the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I looked so..sick. Almost like death had greeted me like an old friend. The bags under my eyes, they hung low like anchors, anchors on one of those old fashioned war ships.

However, before I could throw myself a lifeboat, a knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts.

As I went down the stairs, a picture frame of the Rez hung by the doorway, I'd never noticed it before, but it reminded me that Seth had invited me to go swimming later today, and that lifted my mood.

I unlocked my door, grabbing my backpack. "Hey.." Emmett said, that same goofy grin smeared across his face.

"Hey Emmett" I threw him a sheepish smile, the same sheepish smile I'd been giving him over and over. He probably knew by now that it wasn't exactly a genuine smile but he met me with the same mentality everyday, being that he could make me feel better with his jokes. Now, while the jokes would make me chuckle any other time, I was too numb.

Almost like routine, I climbed into the back of Emmett's jeep as he switched the radio on, pulling away from my house.

We arrived at school and I hopped out of the jeep, thanking Emmett like usual as we walked up the steps. Emmett would drive so fast that the three of us, myself, Emmett and Rose, got to school maybe 10 minutes before the rest of the students.

We wandered through the not so densely populated corridors of the school.

"You seem a bit more cheerful today Y/n" Emmett commented.

"yeah..well Seth invited me over to La Push to go swimming" I smiled, and not a fake one.

Rosalie stopped herself from laughing by biting the inside of her cheek.

Emmett raised his eyebrows. "Swimming? It's getting colder..are you sure?" Emmett asked.

"Yes. I'm sure. I like the cold, it's refreshing. I'd rather be freezing cold than boiling hot" I admitted.

"..Well, just be careful okay?" he said, worry lacing his words.

"I will." I said, as students began to file in through the doors.

°Jasper's POV°

Each and every school day without talking to her feels like hell. I don't even need to be here, why am I here? I've graduated high school so many times. I mean, surely there's a better way to spend eternity than going to school over and over again?

Or maybe it's this school. Forks High School. Granted, this is only the second time we've been to this school, but both times one of us has...gotten invloved..with a human.

Shaking my screaming thoughts, I walked over to Edward's Volvo, and waited for him and Bella to finish class.

I leant against the hood of the car and without warning, I was paralysed by her all too familiar scent. The very scent I was craving. My eyes glued to her figure as she skipped past the car, not even blinking in my direction as she tugged Seth over to her car, her hands clinging to his wrists. Embry and Quill followed not too far behind, laughing at her antics.

"I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I heard her. Her voice, sculpted to please my ears so delicately. My still heart tugged at its strings, begging me to call it quits and just go over to her.

Go over to her and just sweep her of her feet, both litteraly and figuratively. I want to hold her tightly in a hug that she can't escape from, I want to cradle her in my arms. I want-

I want her.

I felt a dread as I watched Seth hold the car open for her. It wasn't someone else's dread, it wasn't an artificial dread that I had moulded to place on someone. It was my own. My own dread, my own jealousy.

Seth was a great person. He was so kind and his heart had room for anyone. Can't say the same for other members of his pack..but Seth was a good egg. If that's the case, why in this moment am I wishing upon his downfall?, why am I praying for something to happen?

"Maybe cuz you're in love with her?" Edward asked, as he and Bella walked up to the car, arms linked.

"Shut up."

"-and don't you dare do anything to Seth." Bella said, inferring.

"I wasn't going to.." I muttered. "I actually like Seth." I said, rolling my eyes as I recalled the number of times his other pack members made this eternal life a little tougher than it had to be.

"I think everything's gonna turn out fine!" Alice smiled from beside me, appearing from out of nowhere.

"Oh will it now?" I asked, as we all piled into the Volvo.

"Yep!" She said, optimistically, he smile wide.

"Oh..tell me Alice, when does Jasper decide to...get over himself?" Bella asked, turning to face me from the passenger seat, earning a chuckle from Edward who was supposed to be focused on not hitting students as he pulled away from the parking spot.

Alice also giggled at Bella's remark. "Oh aren't you so funny and confident now that you've got everything you want?" I sassed.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game" She said, with her hands up in surrender, a playfull smile tugging at her lips.

Not too thrilled I risked my life for her. But y'know...we move.

I could sense Edward in my head. 'What?' I thought, bitterly.

"Jasper, if you're that worried about her going to La Push, I can get Renesme to go down there. Just to keep an eye out for her." He said.

°Reader's POV°

Seth sat next to me in my passenger seat, giving me directions to the La Push beach, while Embry and Quill sat in the back squabbling.

My eyes stayed glued to the road however, and their voices soon muffled as my thoughts began to drown them out.

I spotted Seth at the bottom of the steps, and as we walked across the car park, Embry and Quill joined us. I saw him. Leant against Edward's Volvo, not a care in the world. I'll bet he hadn't given me a thought since he walked off in that hallway. He didn't know just how much this ignorance was cursing me, just how much his cold shoulder was making my heart ache. I couldn't let him see how bad this was effecting me, I just couldn't. I grabbed Seth's wrist and skipped past him to my car. "Someone's eager" Seth commented. "I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I said, truthfully. I fought against the urge to glance in his direction, the hope that he was looking this way slowly persuading me. I instead thanked Seth as he opened my car door for me, and I climbed inside.

"Is she in some sort of trance-" I heard Embry's voice from outside my car. Visions of Jasper fading as I felt someone shake my shoulder.

"Y/n?" Seth pulled me from my thoughts, the harsh wind easing it's way into the car through my now open door.

I shook my head and turned to face him, as he was leaning inside the car, his hand still resting comfortably on my shoulder. "Shit, sorry I zoned out" I said, laughing slightly as I got out the car, in attempts to lighten the mood.

The others cracked a smile as they ran ahead, taking off their tops as they ran into the sea. I smiled too, taking off my jacket and leaving it in the car, next to my bag of spare clothes and my shoes. "I'll race you!" I said to Seth already speeding off.

The waves just managed wash over my feet when Seth grabbed my waist and we both fell into the water, thankfully it was a little deeper than I expected, so I didn't hurt myself.

I smiled as I rose the surface again, splashing Seth when he turned in my direction. He grinned as he dove under the water, swimming beneath me, before standing back up, with me on his shoulders. I wobbled, as he began to walk about.

"Seth!" I laughed. Like..actually laughed. For the first time in a while.

°Renesme's POV°

I sat on the cliffside, looking down at the four of them. Laughing loudly and splashing each other. I could hear their racing hearts from here, as they used all their energy.

She was fine.

Uncle Jas really just has to get a grip. Apparently it was the same with Dad? Why can't men just..

..nevermind.

"What you doing up here Ness?" Jacob said, sitting next to me.

"Always the questions..never 'Hey Renesme!' or 'Hey Nessi'. Just a question for every minute I'm not attached to your hip huh?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips.

His lips curled up too. "Sorry."

Jacob was honestly the best friend I could ask for. I tried to hang out with the rest of the pack, to get closer to them, but Jacob just gives better company, well for me anyway. I've known him since I was born, (now given my complicated ageing process, it hasn't been that long) but that's besides the point. The point is, Jacob's like the brother I'm never gonna have.

(A!/n: bit of Jacob character redemption there for you)

The laughing died down, along with the splashing, and my head whipped back round to the four of them down at the shore. Only three of them visible and only three heartbeats audible.

°Seth's POV°

Y/n dived under the water again. I don't know what she was gonna do this time, she'd been diving under and doing the most random shit for the past five minutes, making the three of us laugh until our ribs hurt.

She was still under the water.

I saw her body beneath the surface of the waves, laying still. Was she serious? Was this a prank or something? I reached into the water and dragged her above the surface. She wasn't breathing.

I picked her up, and ran her over to the shore, placing her down gently. I've never done CPR, so I panicked. I frantically felt around her neck for a pulse but I couldn't find it. My breathing quickened, and just as me and Y/n have talked about, That ugly feeling hit.

Not now Seth, she needs you.

Before my brain could overthink anymore, Jacob and Renesme appeared.

"What happened!?" Nessi asked, her voice cracking in worry, as she knelt down to Y/n.

"We were just playing around and then she went under water but then she didn't come back up so I dragged her out of the water and-"

"-Seth!" Jacob cut me off.

I snapped my eyes over to him. "Just go get Carlisle, just in case, quickly. I'll do CPR." He said, joking Renesme.

I ran off, hearing the thuds as Jacob attempted to get the water from her lungs. The thudding faded the further I got into the woods and I phased, racing over to the Cullens'.

I ran through the woods, going tunnel vision. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest, the thud reminding me of Jacob's palm compressing against her chest.

I leaped out of the trees and onto the road infront of thier house, Carlisle, Edward and Alice meeting me outside. "Seth.." Edward said, Bella soon appeared by his side. "Seth?" she repeated.

°Edward's POV°

Seth struggled to stay on his feet as he breathed heavily, I could see the panic behind his eyes.

'It's Y/n she's not breathing. Jacob's trying to do CPR but he said to get Carlisle, I'm not sure he knows exactly what he's doing!'

Thankfully, Jasper had gone hunting with Emmett so I didn't need to worry about him hearing.

"Carlisle, it's Y/n." I said, expressing my worry.

"Y/n?" He questioned, appearing from the house at my side. "As in Jasper's supposed singer?"

"Yes! I'll go with you, but don't tell Jasper." I said.

Carlisle nodded to me, and sped off, Seth following close behind him. Just as I was about to kiss Bella goodbye, I heard Jasper's raspy voice from the trees.

He walked out with Emmett, wiping blood from his mouth. "Don't tell Jasper what?" he asked.

°Jasper's POV°

Edward stared at me, unable to speak. I could feel his worry, and his panic. I looked to Alice and she felt the same, her sympathy tangling with Edward's apprehension.

"Don't tell me what?" I repeated.

"Guys what's going on?" Emmett said, as he began to walk inside. "Has Jacob been over or what? It stinks" He said, before he froze in his tracks on the steps.

And my thoughts froze too. We came to the same conclusion. That smell. It wasn't Jacob.

"Seth was here." I said, steeping forward. "Was she with him? Is she okay?, don't tell me she's somewhere in these woods." I rattled off questions, getting closer and closer to Edward.

"Eddie, just tell me. Where did Carlisle go, I thought I saw him speeding off with a wolf but I shook it off, now I'm enclined to not doubt what I saw, where did they go?" I asked.

The closer I got to Edward, the more on edge I felt Bella become. "Jasper.." she said.

I turned to face her. "Is Renesme not back yet?" I asked.

"Seth was here." Edward finally said, he let out an unessecary puff of air. "And he asked for Carlisle because.." he trailed off, still debating wether letting me in on the information was a good idea.

"Because what Edward?" I felt a new kind of anxiety seeping in, it infiltrated my anger, turning my voice shaky instead of stern. At this point, I think I already knew. The string of information peiced itself together the moment I realised Seth was here.

"Y/n. She-"

I needed no more information. I turned on my heal and ran through the forest, ducking and diving between branches. She can't be hurt. If she's hurt, or dead, or worse than I won't be able to live with myself.

She went to La Push to quote “get out the house” If I didn't cut her off, she wouldn't be needing a distraction. She wouldn't have been there.

My thoughts were so loud on the run to La Push, I'm almost certain Edward still heard me. I didn't want to be friends with her anymore, because deep down I knew how much my stone heart called for her. I knew how much her blood tempted me. I knew that I'd already fallen in love with her. Yet, in my attempt to remove myself from her life, and she from mine, the tugging feeling of desperacy grew stronger within my dead soul.

They say eyes are the window to the soul, and the soul is what makes someone live. Well...the dying fire in my soul was only reignited when her eyes greeted mine. She added fuel to the flames, in so many ways. She made my still heart feel as though it was skipping beats. She made the hunger, longing at the back of my throat, cry out for her. She made me feel again. Her emotions were so strong, the strongest I've ever felt from anyone, I could feel them all the time, even when I knew nothing of her whereabouts. But, in that moment, I felt nothing from her. I felt nothing but my own trepidation.

I remember the first time I saw her.

There was: Anxiety, Depression, Arousal (the classic), Embarrassment, Jealousy, Confusion, Panic. The all too familiar everyday emotions of high schoolers invaded my very senses, until a new scent hit my nose like a tidal wave and snapped me out of working order. My head sprang up as I abruptly stopped talking with Rose and I scanned the halls. That roaring flame of hunger was racing back into my throat, and I felt nothing but instant panic as this person's scent was sending me into orbit. Breathing had become a forgotten practice, not that I needed to do it anyway. My eyes darted to everyone in the halls, no one's face matching the beauty of the scent controlling my actions. I almost didn't notice Alice's hand on my shoulder attempting to calm me, as I still hadn't found the source of the alluring smell.

Until my eyes landed on her.

Her features matching her intoxicating scent all too well. My eyes were locked on hers, everything beside her was blurry and I couldn't look away. Her eyes giving me a new kind of oxygen to breathe. I sensed Edward inside my mind, reading my thoughts and that was enough to pull me out of my trance. I was able to walk away, down the hall before I ended up hurting someone. And by someone, I meant her.

I pushed my initial thoughts of her away for as long as could, before my non-beating heart took over and decided that not much harm could be done if I became friends with her. But, much to my dismay, seeing her shining eyes everyday was enough for her to take over my every thought. My each and every thought.

I got to the beach, a small crowd surrounding her. She lay still on the sand. Lifeless. Her eyes were closed and her lips were blue.

Not like this.

°Reader's POV°

I couldn't see anything but black. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel.

But for some reason, I could hear.

"How long has it since she was under the water?" I heard Dr Cullen's voice.

"About three minutes.." A man said. I heard a dog bark, as if it was disagreeing. Now surely I was starting to hallucinate.

"Scratch that, maybe five" The man corrected himself.

I could feel ice cold fingers at my neck.

"She's alive, move out of the way Jacob." Dr Cullen said, as he placed his freezing hands slightly higher up on my chest than this 'Jacob' had them earlier, and he started performing CPR.

I almost didn't want to wake up, the kind light surrounding me was welcoming me with open arms and I felt loved for the first time in a long time. Everything was bright, shiny and sparkling - it was like a celestial glow. I felt content and peacefuI. Dr Cullen kept trying to resuscitate me, but my body wasn't allowing it.

"C'mon Y/l/n" His voice echoed around me, the southern drawl non-mistakeable. "What have I said to you about getting distracted?" he said, reminding me of the baseball game. I couldn't think of anything before his voice, but now, I was invaded with visions of our forgotten friendship.

A thud against my chest.

"You gonna keep those beautiful eyes away from me forever, hotshot?" he said.

A thud against my chest.

"This isn't it. You know it's not"

A thud against my chest.

"You're not done, this isn't how we end. Not after I tried to keep you safe."

A thud against my chest.

"I miss you so much" he said, weakly.

One last thud and I was gasping for air, coughing up sea water. My rapid breathing felt familiar but the strain around my chest didn't, I could feel where the water had been, it was like it was still clawing at the sides of my lungs. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't make anyone out.

No one but him.

Masterlist

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[goblinratman101]

Your my wife?

| Genre: Small Angst, Fluff |

| Characters: fem reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi |

| Here’s some Sanemi fluff. This is based of off those videos were a husband is under anestesia and he doesn’t recognise his wife, but becomes an absolute sweetheart and is in awe that she married him. I honestly really love those especially in fanfiction form, I’ve been trying to find a really good Atsumu one of this scenario but I couldn’t find it so I made my own |

You were scared, absolutely terrified.

Your husband of only six months was in the hospital due to an injury on the job, he was a police officer and even though you were incredibly proud to marry such an incredible man, the dangers of the job still scared you.

You noticed a doctor approaching you as you stood up worriedly rubbing your wedding ring.

‘Are you Miss Shinazugawa?’

The doctor asked as you nodded a yes, not yet trusting your voice to not shake if you spoke.

‘There’s no need to worry Miss Shinazugawa. Your husband is in stable condition, you can go see him although he is resting and is under anestesia right now’

After thanking the doctor you hastily walked to the room your husband was in, and your nerves calmed down when you spotted him sleeping calmly on the hospital bed. Letting out a sigh of relief you sat down in the chair next to his bed, while holding his hand as you waited for him to wake up.

It had only been less then fifteen minutes before you noticed Sanemi stirring from his sleep, you watched as he slowly opened his eyes and began to sit up before he let out a pained groan.

‘Be careful now. You don’t want to get hurt even more’

You worriedly spoke helping Sanemi sit up comfortably before holding his hand again. Sanemi on the other hand was busy staring at you in awe until he built up the courage to speak.

‘Who are you? You don’t look like a nurse. You are very pretty though’

If it was any other time you probably wouldn’t be able to hear his whisper but due to the quite hospital room you heard it almost clearly, smiling you thought maybe a little teasing would be fine and with Sanemi forgetting you were his wife he probably wouldn’t be able to remember this with the anestesia.

‘You are right. I’m not a nurse or a doctor’

You spoke smiling at Sanemi as you noticed his face began to redden.

‘Are you a model or something? To congratulate me for my service or something’

Sanemi spoke in an irritated tone but you know when he spoke like that he was just incredibly flustered. Letting out a laugh at his confusion you saw Sanemi light up.

‘You have a pretty laugh and a beautiful smile’

He spoke making you laugh even harder at the situation you were in. After you had calmed down Sanemi your husband asked you a question.

‘Hey, are you dating anyone?’

You felt your cheeks begin to hurt with how much you were smiling.

‘Well you could say I am’

You tried with all your might to not burst out laughing with how dejected Sanemi looked after you said that.

‘I’m actually married’

You spoke lifting up your hand to show off your wedding ring. Sanemi began to stare at your ring. The same ring he spent a whole day looking for the perfect one for you.

‘It’s a really nice ring…’

Sanemi spoke in a strained voice like he physically couldn’t say that. Deciding you had enough fun you spoke up.

‘My husbands name is Shinazugawa Sanemi’

You watched as Sanemi slowly processed what you said as his face began to redden even more.

‘W-Wait really!?’

He exclaimed sitting up more straight while looking at you with baited breath. Your smile widened as you nodded and even lifted up Sanemi’s own hand that had a matching ring to yours. Your husband’s eyes widened even more at the revelation as he lifted his hand closer to his face as you saw how he was trying not to cry.

‘My name is Shinazugawa Y/N’

You introduced yourself and that was it for Sanemi as his tears streamed down his face so you lifted your hand combing it through his hair as he let out a sob.

‘T-This isn’t a dream right? You’re way too pretty to be married to someone like me!’

Sanemi exclaimed in disbelief. You smiled more softly as you cupped his cheeks in your hands making him look at you while rubbing his tears away with your thumbs.

‘I should be the one asking you that. You’re the most sweetest man I’ve ever met, I’m so happy you made me a Shinazugawa’

Sanemi then leaned forward tightly embracing your midsection as his tears fell freely definitely wetting your shirt. You didn’t mind giving your husband comforting rubs on his back as you continued to softly play with his hair.

Even though Sanemi had a dangerous job you knew that every day he would love you with all of his being and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[asherloki]

The Dating game

Stephen strange x reader

Long request from @anadlockfan

Fluff warning perhaps!

It was a serene morning for y/n. As she sat by the window with a cup of coffee in her hand. Light breeze making her swing with it's rhythm a bit.

*Beep*

There's was a WhatsApp Messege in her phone and she picked it up to find a message from her mother , "coming to meet you darling". This made y/n freeze for a second or two. She doesn't mind her parents coming to the city but it is different now, they're coming to talk of her marriage. It's been the topic of conversation between them for a long time now. And the problem was she lied, yes when she got irritated she straight up said, "I have a Boyfriend and it's pretty serious". Now it was a big lie to cover up. The coffee cup grew cold as she paced through the floor, trying to think of a solution. Trying to call friends for advice, she took her phone again and the recent dialled number was of Stephen's. Stephen? Yes Stephen! It struck her, her friend Stephen strange could help. Stephen is her friend since she moved to bleeker street, the only thing was she actually fancies him. But for now she needs a fake boyfriend, and he's perfect. She called him hoping he agrees,

"Hello, morning y/n". He replied from the other end.

"Oh Stephen, I need help". Y/n answered.

"Oh is everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm coming okay, I need to say it face to face".

"Yeah but listen...."

She hung up on him, desparate to solve the problem. On the other hand Stephen stood staring at his phone, holding his cup of morning coffee. wong brought him back to reality from his daydream,

"You dropped coffee on you?" He asked.

"What? Ah yes, just tried to recieve the call".

"Y/n?"

"Yes".

"You always get nervous around her, you even dropped coffee on you."

"No it's for the rush".

"Rush to pick her call." Wong argued.

"It's nothing like that".

"Whatever.." he shook his head and went on.

After 15 minutes y/n arrived at Stephen's doorstep, he opened the door and welcomed her inside with a smile,

"I need to talk" y/n said , and his mind wondered around for clue, what does she need to talk?

"Anything important? You okay?" He tried to play it cool but the sweaty palm of his knew it all.

"Oh I'm fine, don't worry" she shrugged it and then stood with a serious look.

"Want water?" Stephen said raising a glass of water.

"Did you just brought it by magic?"

"Yes I did"

"Oh, sorcerer for a reason, anyway I don't want it."

"Then can I have it?" Ofcourse he needed to calm his nerves down, Stephen never admitted he's always had a crush on y/n. Always. So he started sipping that water, whereas y/n took a deep breath and finally spoke,

"Stephen, I want you to be my fiance."

Stephen choked on his water, he coughed and water spray out of his mouth, he almost choked but he was saved, physically, in his mind he was still dizzy, trying process what he heard.

"Stephen? You're okay?"

"I.." coughs "fine" takes deep breaths "wh-what did you just say?"

"I know, it's a weird request but please?"

She explained him everything, and all he got is that her parents thinks she has a serious boyfriend which she wants him to pretend to be.

"Oh" he replied.

"So? Deal? I just need this one day from you Stephen."

He stared at her pleading with puppy eyes. A day with y/n? A dream for the sorcerer.

"O-okay". He agrees.

"Really?" She asked excited "thank you so much ". And with this he hugged him. Stephen was already in a messed up state and that hug made it Messier.

Then he got infront of his mirror to get ready and so was she, ready for the big day and mean while her parents arrived.

"Hey my dear" said her mother and embraces her, "oh nice to see you after a long time".

"Yes mum you too".

"You doing well, are you eating properly?" She He asked worriedly.

"Yes I am, oh hey dad" y/n went to her father who stood behind her mother and gave him a hug,

"How are you my princess?" He asked.

"I'm good dad."

"Wait you're all dressed up are you going somewhere?" Her mother asked.

"Oh, yes..um with ... You know.. m-my..."

"Your boyfriend?" Her father asked in a little serious tone.

"Yes, him" and then her phone rang which meant he's here, "oh he's here, you guys sit and I'll be back in a few hours."

As she waved them and was about to step out her mum thought of asking, "darling? Could you ask your boyfriend come over too, after your date?"

Now why's she making it more difficult for her? Thought y/n. Perhaps it was difficult even more for Stephen to act cool, he's always nervous around y/n, and now her parents?

"I'll ask him". Y/n assured, and stepped out.

"Make sure he agrees" her mother called from outside. Where her dad was on the window watching Stephen standing infront her house and then y/n joining her.

"Spying on your daughter?" Y/n's mum asked her dad, joining him to the window.

"In a way yes, what do you think of this guy?" Enquired her father.

"Looks dishy, she always had a thing for good looking men."

"Isn't a little older? They don't look same age do they?"

"She also has a thing for older men." Replied her mother.

And finally y/n and Stephen started walking together,

"Thanks for doing this for me" she thanked him, yet she needed ask him another big favour.

"Welcome, and don't thank me for it, I am happy I could help." And he tried to keep his sweaty palms behind his.

"Let us hold hands, we need to make it look real." Saying this she took his hand and Stephen's heart gave a tug, ofcourse he knew she might get a hint he's actually nervous around her. Whereas y/n knew Stephen was older has bigger responsibilities so this one chance, she wanted to fullfill her little desire to walk hand in hand with him like a couple.

"My my Stephen, your palms are sweating." She remarked.

"Yes I'm sorry you don't have to hold if..."

"It's okay " saying so she took his palm and held it. Stephen gulped visibly, his nervousness was doubled and also lessened with her touch.

"So it's almost lunchtime" y/n said to make the awkward silence disappear.

"Oh uh" he looked at his phone and replied, "yes it is, are you hungry?"

"I am, couldn't have a proper meal today for all this sudden arrival of my parents."

"Okay, then let's go there, we can have our lunch and..." Stephen stopped not knowing what to do next.

"Then I need another favor" interrupted y/n.

"Another?" Asked Stephen in surprise.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything but lunch first please, I'm starving."

And they went inside to the Italian restaurant and ordered their lunch.

"So you were talking of another favor?" Stephen said before taking a spoon full of his meal.

"Yes, you'll have to meet my parents".

Choked, almost, again, poor Stephen.

"You okay? Why does this keeps happening to you, take it". Said y/n offering his glass of water.

He drank and swallowed his food and then took a few deep breaths before stating, "why do you keep asking weird favours?"

It sounded harsh but he didn't mean it to be,

"Well I'm sorry, I thought we were friends." Said y/n.

"Ofcourse we are but... I..." He didn't know what to say.

"I understand Stephen, but please for me, this one time." Her hand reached his, gave him a little squeeze. Stephen felt his heart on his hand. For once? He could be her fake boyfriend a hundred times, it's just he's nervous.

After finishing their lunch Stephen offered to pay for it but y/n insisted on paying for her own meal and him for his meal. Now was the time for the final round of the dating game.

The walked hand in hand to her house and he froze when he reached there,

"Come on Stephen why are you nervous?" She asked leading him inside.

"What if they don't approve of me?" His real concern came out.

"Pft, as if we're really dating, why do we care?" y/n said, which made Stephen realise the reality, again, "even though I hope they do" she continued in rather softer tone. Stephen wondered what is she implying to say,

"W-why?"

"Because you're a nice guy, a good friend, and everyone should love you... I mean like you".

*Awkward y/n*

They entered and her parents welcomed both of them, Stephen stumbled at doorstep while entering, apparently he was never this nervous, not even while fighting Thanos. He sat on the couch and answered everything her parents asked. Looking down. As if he really needed their approval.

"So Dr strange, it was nice knowing you." Said her father pating his back.

"Same here sir" he grew a little comfortable with them, and made eye contact this time.

"Oh don't call me sir".

"Okay, Mr y/l/n."

"Are you two really serious?" Asked her mother. This time they both looked at eachother, unspoken words, hidden feelings, all were clear the way they looked at eachother. Without thinking Stephen nodded, "yes, I am... We are".

Y/n still stared and her parents looked at her for an answer,

"I...yes" she uttered.

"Y/n?" He called out, "I love you" he said, finally infront of her parents. They were stunned yet happy and for y/n? Well same, her smile said it all, "I love you too Stephen." Was her reply.

#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #stephen strange x you #stephen strange x reader

[raedear]

I’ve had a great time catching up on the musicians AU so here’s an attempt at a first line prompt that you’re free to use or ignore or use for something else:

“Somehow, there was a splash of tea on the sleeve of his shirt.”

every single time I start one of these I have to look and see what tense I'm supposed to be in and then I still get it wrong. da capo was in past tense so that's what I'm using HERE WE GO.

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Somehow, there was a splash of tea on the sleeve of his shirt. Joe chose to try and focus on that instead of the frustration building like a stormcloud in his chest. It was even working, until:

'You're rushing,' Nicky's voice was dry and tired, and Joe had to breathe very carefully so as not to snap his bow.

'I am not rushing,' Joe protested as calmly as he was able. 'You're dragging.'

They weren't even playing their programme yet. Nicky had suggested warming up (warming up! Like it wasn't the pinnacle of some musicians' repertoires) with Summer, and Joe had never been one to back down from a challenge.

He also had never been one to beat someone he was trying his hardest to be friends with to death with his bow, but it was looking very appealing.

'You're leading, therefore you're the one rushing,' Nicky said primly, playing a tiny phrase with his left hand, the tumbling arpeggio rattling alongside offence down Joe's spine.

'Perhaps you've just forgotten how swiftly you need to play to keep up,' Joe snapped before he could rein himself in. He froze immediately after, unsure if he should apologise but also absolutely sure that he didn't want to. Past poor behaviour on his part didn't give Nicky carte blanch to be a dick.

Nicky's hands were very still on the keys. The already tiny practice room seemed even smaller with the weight of irritation and held breath inside it.

'Maybe we should come back to this later,' Joe said eventually, when it became clear Nicky wasn't about to dignify Joe's slight against his memory witha response. 'We have a lot to get through before technical rehearsals start.'

'Hmm.'

—

Joe dragged his feet on the way home, grateful he'd decided splitting rehearsals was silly. He only had his violin with him for once, and it was much easier to navigate the streets without the weight of his cello on his already slumped shoulders.

It wasn't often that Joe took the long route via Paddington station home. There were faster ways closer to the Albert hall, but he needed the walk to clear his head. It was exhausting, walking on eggshells around Nicky. It felt like they took a step forward, and then tripped two back before Joe could blink.

Nicky had made a habit of bringing Joe coffee every other day, so Joe brought Nicky coffee on the days in between. They didn't even acknowledge it beyond murmurs of thanks, but then they stepped from that detente straight into tense and frustrating rehearsals that went nowhere, and all their morning good will was gone by lunchtime.

Today Nicky had almost slammed the key cover down on the piano before he caught himself. He hadn't even looked at Joe when he excused himself for a smoke. No matter what they did, they just couldn't seem to play together.

The long walk to the station let Joe pull himself together where his edges were blurring. The guilt over how he'd treated Nicky had sat in his bones for years. It festered with every day he tried and failed to find new common ground with him.

It was dark by the time he reached Paddington, and the evening rush was almost entirely over, just late workers and people heading out for the night milling around the station. It was still busy, in that way transport in London was always busy, but it was quiet enough that for once the sound of the crowd was a murmur and not a roar.

Or, maybe they were being quiet on purpose. Over the sound of the tannoy and people on the move, Joe could just about make out the familiar sound of a piano. It was just incongruous enough to stand out over the usual miasma of noise; a bright and cheerful sound that had heads turning and smiles blooming everywhere Joe could see. Helplessly curious, already smiling, he followed the noise to its source.

Near the statue of the eponymous bear, someone with their hood up played the last few bars of the Succession theme to polite applause.

The pianist shook out their hands, sitting back from the keys, and as Joe watched someone approached them, phone in hand. The pianist leaned down towards it, listening by the looks of it, before they nodded and lifted their hands again.

The pianist started again, leaning into the keys with their entire body, and Joe couldn't help grinning in delight at the familiar song.

What a wonderful thing, he thought, staring at the pianist as they swayed slightly with the music. Their posture at the piano was perfect, but there was real joy in their playing. The person who'd requested the piece gripped her friend's arm in delight, smiling so widely Joe could see her dimples from halfway across the concourse.

Joe kept half an ear out for announcements about his train as he watched the pianist play, resting with crossed arms against an out of the way wall.

For all he tried to stay involved in the community, tried to do more than tours for the same people over and over, it had been a long time since he'd been anywhere near as publicly accessible as the pianist. There was a freedom to their playing that Joe ached for. He remembered vividly busking as a teenager to make a little extra money as he studied. Even that hadn't been the kind of playful fun this person was engaging in, not when the quality of his food and clothes depended on it.

Joe was tapping his fingers along by the time the pianist finished, improvising an accompaniment to the pianist's interpretation of the ending of the song. He wondered if Nicky would ever consider adding something like this to their repertoire. Maybe that's what they were missing. Something purely joyful.

As the pianist finished, they turned to face the person who'd requested the song. Their playing had knocked back their hood very slightly, and the spot on the wall Joe had picked changed his view just enough that in turning to acknowledge the girl with the phone bared the pianist's profile to Joe.

He'd know that nose anywhere.

#musicians au #this will be on ao3 when I'm not half cut #please comment on there if you comment/reblog on here 💜 #nickyjoe #kaysanova #immortal husbands #joenicky

[finniestoncrane]

Appointment

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k commission: thank you to @0-rosestorm-0 for requesting this one from the giveaway commissions 💚 i love the secretary fantasy so much commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fingering, kinda exhibitionism and risky stuff

“Back again, Mister Nigma?”

Edward scowled at you across your desk, slumping down into the sofa against the wall across from you with a sigh.

“I really should be treated better than this. You’re all aware of who I am.”

“Very, unfortunately. But you have to wait like everyone else. Mister Cobblepot has other business to attend to.”

The standard Riddler attitude had managed to shake three of your predecessors from their job as Oswald’s secretary, but you found that you enjoyed his company. He was ridiculous, almost unbelievable, and he made a nice change from the comparatively humdrum criminals that usually sat in your waiting room. For one thing, he was able to hold an intelligent conversation, something you didn’t get to participate in a lot with Oswald’s usual clientele and business connections.

A shrill tone rang out, and you jumped, startled as though you had been caught thinking those flattering thoughts about the dishevelled man sitting across from you. It was just the phone on your desk though, and picking it up, you addressed the man on the other line.

“Mister Cobblepot, sir?”

Before you could process his movements, Edward had leapt from the seat, slamming his finger down quickly on the speaker button.

“I’m gonna be a few minutes longer, love. Tell that riddling prick he’ll have to wait a bit for me. Give him a cuppa, not the good stuff mind.”

“Y-yes, Mister Cobblepot.”

You placed the phone down on the receiver, quickly snapping your attention to Edward.

“That was very rude, Mister Nigma.”

“But very necessary. So how long will he be?”

“You heard as much as I did.”

“I don’t appreciate your tone, but fair point.” Edward thumbed through a few of the magazines that sat on the coffee table. “Do you have any reading material here that isn’t laden with opinion pieces from idiots with three braincells or copious amounts of swimsuit reviews?”

“We don’t really have a call for anything but that.”

He sighed, laying on his back across the sofa with his feet, dirt-clad boots worn on them, on the arm, dirtying the lilac crushed velvet.

“Put your feet down!”

“Make me.”

Tossing your head back, distraught that it was down to you to take on babysitting duties, you tried to think of something to distract him with.

“A riddle!”

“What?”

He turned to you with a confused look, finding you typing furiously at the computer as you frantically searched for something to tease him with, something that might stump him.

“Ok, Mister Nigma. I’ve got some riddles for you.”

“Really?”

“Yep! What gets wetter as it dries?”

His disappointed face met your gaze as you looked up from the screen.

“Really? You thought those meagre, toddler level conundrums were going to entertain me?”

“Ok, what about this one…  I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

“An echo. Next.”

“Yeah, these are pathetically easy, huh? I knew that one straight away.”

“Really?”

He raised an eyebrow, scoffing at the notion you might be intelligent enough to have figured the riddle out slightly quicker than he did.

“Let’s test that intelligence of yours then.”

Edward rattled off several riddles in quick succession, irritated at first when you were quick to solve them, threatening to have one of his short temper tantrums in the waiting room. But soon enough, he was marvelling at your intellect, taken by surprise at how easily you could almost match him. An impressive specimen, in more ways than one. He walked slowly over to the desk, perching himself on the edge awkwardly, leaning into you. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than that to match my wit and intelligence.”

You watched him, his gaze drifting over your body, lowering to the top of your blouse. He seemed completely incapable of being nonchalant about it. The leer was sleazy, but likely due to lack of practice, or the fact he was so unfamiliar with women. He was never usually this close to you, you wondered if he was ever this close to anyone on a regular basis. At the very least, he was finally distracted, and you found the attention oddly flattering. Most of the men who came through weren’t interested in you. The sexy secretary myth hadn’t reached them yet. You were part of the furniture. It was nice to be appreciated, even in these circumstances. And you enjoyed Edward’s company, finding him oddly endearing, and strangely handsome.

So you gave him a little more to look at, pressing your arms together, cleavage more visible as you let your fingers slip down the front of your shirt, drawing his gaze down as you surreptitiously undid a button. His mouth was open ever so slightly, breathing louder as he stared. With one finger under his chin, you lifted his eyes to meet yours. As you opened your mouth to speak, something teasing and flirtatious, he interrupted you.

“There’s a riddle I’m struggling with, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Why would someone like you…” his eyes fell again, taking you in, before he strained to bring them back up “… be working for someone like him, when you could be working for me?”

“Mister Nigma, do you really think we’d get much work done?”

“I suppose not.”

Giggling at his smirk, you tried to hide your blush. There wasn’t much use though, as you face flushed with the same heat that burned through your stomach and under your flesh, prickling at your burning arousal. This kind of teasing, the half-lidded stares and soft hums of laughter, was your weakness, and Edward Nigma exploited that expertly each time you were in his presence.

He placed his hand on your cheek, taking you by complete surprise as the playful back and forth became far more physical than you intended. You were pulled into a kiss, deep and intense, a surprisingly bold move from someone you had previously thought was either not inclined that way, or was too insecure to be faced with rejection from such a proposition.

Leaning into him, your lips clinging to his, you parted your lips, moaning as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your fingertips brushing through his greasy hair, you tensed, tugging at them. In response, Edward made a soft groaning hum of approval. Taking his mouth from yours, he kissed down your neck, his hands finding your upper arms as he lifted you from your chair. Standing in front of him, he let his fingers drift to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slowly as you breathed into his ear.

Falling backwards to the wall behind you, Edward crawled over the desk to join you. Pinning you to it, he shifted your shirt up, running his rough hands against your stomach, cupping under your breasts before sliding underneath your bra. Teasing at the nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingertips, saliva dripping from his lips over your skin. His free hand drifted down your abdomen, lifting up the front of your skirt.

Sinking lower, his hands rubbed the front of your panties, fingers spreading your lips apart through the fabric, soaked in your arousal. He dipped his thumb under the band, teasing them down, uncovering you before he pressed two fingers to your clit. Wet with your slick, he brought them to his mouth, sucking your taste from them before he pressed them back between your legs, stroking in small circles. His mouth on your shoulder still kissed, interspersed with gentle biting as he kept pulling at your nipple, gripping your breast, before moving his arm round your back to hold you close to him.

Just as you adjusted yourself to the sudden bout of passion that had overcome Edward, driving him to ravage you in the very public waiting room, with Oswald just beyond the door, you were shocked once more. Edward’s fingers slid inside you, deft in their movements as he spread them apart, stretching you as he pushed two of them deeper.

As you moaned, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer to you. With two fingers inside of you, he let his thumb find your clit, stroking over it, putting the exact right amount of pressure to the nub as he flitted over it, back and forth.

“Ed… Edward…”

It was over the minute you muttered his name, so quiet, but loud enough that he noticed.

“In your place of work? You’re delightfully filthy, I must admit. But I’d prefer we keep this formal.”

Confused by his words, you opened your eyes, catching his intense gaze.

“Mister Nigma, if you please.”

With a coy smile, you stroked his cheek, kissing his lips softly before you through your head back against the wall.

“Oh, Mister Nigma.”

“Indeed.”

Diving into your neck he bit the sensitive skin, licking at it, kissing it fervently, your skin soaked in his saliva as he devoured you. You could feel yourself, wet with your slick, his fingers covered in it as he thrust them between your legs.

Nothing mattered anymore, the risk, the exhibitionism. It was adding to the already monumental pleasure. You were dedicated to going through with this, whatever he wanted, and there was very little you imagined might be able to stop you.

The sudden ringing of the phone on your desk made you jump, a squeal emanating from your open mouth that made Edward giggle. He removed the hand that gripped your waist and picked up the handset, passing it to you with a self-satisfied grin.

“I can’t… you can’t… not when you’re doing…”

He shook the phone at you, smiling wide, wider when you took it from him.

“M-mister Cobblepot?”

Edward stifled a laugh as you mumbled over the words, slowly pressing his fingers against your insides as you tried to speak.

“Yes-sss, Suh-huh-ir.”

You held your hand over the receiver, panting as you spoke. Looking into Edward’s eyes, trying to ask him silently not to make this any more difficult. And he understood your request, but he had no intentions of doing anything to make this easier. He wanted to see you squirm.

“Mister Cobblepot’s ready to see you now, Mister Nigma… are you… ready to go in?”

Eddie smiled, his lips curling into a mischievous grin as he let his fingers trail over your body.

“I’m a bit busy here. We’re going to be a few minutes longer, love. Tell him to make his own tea and take a seat for a bit.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you uncovered the phone and tried to speak. Edward’s hands covered you, gripping at your ass and thighs, nipping at your skin as he tried, and succeeded in making you squeal as you spoke.

“Uh… Mister ah Cobblepot! Mister Nigma is hm uh, he’s… uh… occu-ah-pied.”

A few more mumbled words, almost gaining your composure as you tried to come up with an excuse, attempting to focus on what Oswald was saying. But your mouth formed little more than whines as Edward fell to his knees in front of you, pressing his face to your thighs before kissing up your thigh, higher and higher as your voice trembled. And as Edward slipped his tongue between your legs, you let the phone drop from your hand, clattering on the desk. Taking a quick glance at it when you could pry your attention away from how he looked with his nose buried in your cunt, you wondered if Oswald was going to come out of his office to see what happened, or to chastise you. You found that you really didn’t care if he did. In fact, secretly, you hoped that he might come out and see you, clenching around Edward Nigma’s fingers as you tugged at his hair. If he fired you, you could take up Edward’s offer. The idea of doing this every day was enticing, more than enough to make up for the lack of compensation.

#finnie writes #arkham riddler #arkham edward nigma #riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #riddler #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x you #edward nigma x reader #edward nigma #arkham!riddler #the riddler fanfiction #arkham!verse

[dreamypqulson]

— this is me trying

requested by anon: madison having a horrible day. just absolutely awful. she's having flashbacks to hell. she's moody to everyone, snapping at the other girls (even zoe), wants comfort from her moms but doesn't know how to ask for it. it takes all day for cordelia and misty to figure out what exactly is wrong with her, not for lack of trying on their part. but they finally do and they comfort her? pls & thank u

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day x daughter!madison

warnings: slight mentions of some of madison’s traumatic experiences but not very detailed.

word count: 2300

If Madison Montgomery was having a bad day, then everyone was having a bad day. It wasn't exactly Madison's fault. From a young age, she was taught that being cold and angry was better than being sad and weak. She never truly had the opportunity to be upset over things; never had the time in between movie scenes, never had someone she could cry to, never had a safe space to actually release the tears.

Now she did, and she didn't know how to actually do the whole sad thing. In the moment, it felt good to be brutal. If everyone else was upset, even if it was due to her own antics, it would make her look like the stronger one. At first, it did. But now, everyone could see entirely through her.

Madison was still recovering from multiple traumatic things; hell was still taking a tole on, not only her mental health, but her physical health too. She was still, at her grown age, learning how to regulate her emotions. It embarrasses her, upsets her, angers her. She doesn't want to be like this, but she doesn't know how to fix it.

Today had been a particularly hard day for Madison. Throughout the night, she spent waking up from nightmares. That bled into the daytime; flashbacks almost every hour. The lack of sleep only increased her temper and irritability.

It was breakfast time at the academy when everyone figured out that today was not going to be too good. The main witches sat at the small breakfast table in the kitchen while Cordelia cooked up some breakfast for everyone over at the stove.

Madison sat there on her phone, her typical stone cold face on as always. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but Cordelia certainly made a mistake by asking Madison to help out.

"Madison, sweetie, can you get the plates for everyone?" She doesn't know why she asked Madison to help out. There were multiple of her girls that would've done it in a heartbeat. And Madison, when asked to, usually does do what she's asked, she just makes a big stink about it.

I'm this certain moment, however, Madison had seen something on her phone that had triggered a memory of hell. All she could hear was Cordelia's voice contorting into the store manager back in the afterlife. It sent her spiraling.

"Fucking god," Madison yelled, slamming her phone onto the table. It surely would've broke if it hit the wood any harder. "Why can't you leave me the fuck alone? What am I? Your goddamn maid?"

All eyes adverted to the angry blonde. Madison had become much softer, nicer, after her trip to hell. This was not Madison. Nobody understood what had possessed her to suddenly act this way.

Cordelia and Misty glanced at each other from across the room. If anyone knew Madison, it was them two. The younger witch had opened up to the both of them shortly after her return from hell. Every since, they had become her "mothers" and the only people who she would let her guard down around.

"Um, alright. Zoe, do you mind?" Cordelia said, softly, and decided to ignore Madison's outburst. She did not feeling like getting into an argument this early in the morning. And either way, she began to find it hard to even punish Madison after everything that happened between the three of them.

Zoe hummed her approval and got up to help Cordelia with the task. Madison rolled her eyes and scoffed at this. Something inside of her pushed her to make a snarky remark. She was angry and she needed to blow up at someone. "Yeah have your little fucking puppy dog help you."

Zoe looked back at Madison, ready to argue back, but when she saw the flame in those green eyes, she opted out of it. Cordelia spoke for her instead, "Madison Montgomery," she scolded and gave her that look.

Madison, however, was not backing down. Not right now. Not when she was filled with so much anger. "Do ya want to go get some fresh air with me real quick?" Misty whispered from directly across the table. Sometimes Madison just needed to breathe.

As angry as she was, as much as she wanted to pick apart every single thing about Misty, she couldn't, she wouldn't. Instead, she simply rolled her eyes again and walked out with Misty.

They made it outside, the early April air relaxing them both. They sat on two black chairs on the front porch. Only then did Misty realize that Madison's hands had been in a tight fist. Her knuckles were turning extremely white. She wouldn't even look at Misty.

"So what was that about?" Misty asked, but not unkindly. She was the perfect person for Madison to open up to; Misty had been to hell and back too, she understands the anger, and sadness, and confusion, and even the flashbacks.

But Madison did not want to talk right now. She just wanted to Cordelia and Misty to shut the fuck up and hold her. But how could she even ask for that? Even her own mother wouldn't do that for her when she was little.

But she knew the two witches would. Because, over and over again, they had. That had done everything that Madison's needs. Had canceled meetings just so Madison could calm down in their arms.

"I don't want to fucking talk about it."

Then we won't talk about it, Misty urged to say, but settled on saying nothing at all. She understood Madison. Maybe not to the same degree, but after her trip to hell, she knows how nasty it can get when someone doesn't understand that she's too angry and overwhelmed to speak.

They sat in silence for some brief moments. The warm, soft spring air gave Madison a sense of serenity. The silence with most of New Orleans still asleep or just waking up. Madison was never an outdoors person, but she can certainly appreciate this.

Cordelia eventually came outside to bring the two back in for breakfast. Her footstep were soft and light, everything that Madison needed. "Hey, you two. How are we?"

Madison decided to not answer, to not even acknowledge Cordelia's presence, so Misty spoke for the both of them. "Okay now." And the young witch could hear Misty mouth something to the supreme, she just couldn't pinpoint what she was saying. It was about her, she assumed. And then her mind wandered away.

"Alright well, breakfast is ready if you guys want to join?"

That's not what Madison wanted. She wanted to sit here with her 'mothers' and be held so tight that these awful thoughts and feelings get squeezed out of her. Still, she found herself walking back into the house, feeling quiet and vulnerable as a mouse.

-

The rest of the long day Madison spent going between cigarette breaks and causing issues with the other girls. It wasn't that she wanted to fall down this hole again. Deep down, she was truly proud of how far she had come. Ever since her return, everyone had noticed how much softer she became (and it really made her feel good).

Fairly, Cordelia was sick of breaking the arguments up and putting out accidentally fires from one of the girls getting a little too angry with the bitchy witch. She wasn't necessarily upset with Madison, she just wanted to get into her mind and figure out the issue.

She talked to Misty about it. They both agreed that it would be best to catch Madison alone and talk to her about it. She only breaks down in front of them, alone, and it's the end of the day so she must be tired of this tough facade by now.

It was the end of the day when Misty followed Cordelia into Madison's bedroom. They decided to give her her own bedroom when she came back from hell. She was older now, and Zoe and Queenie had their own anyways too.

Misty sat atop of Madison's bed, making herself comfortable, as Cordelia stood with her arms crossed beside her. They could both hear Madison's footsteps, the clicks of her obnoxiously big heals. Cordelia took a deep breath and prepared herself for the mental impact as the door slowly opened.

"Oh my god," The young witch huffed, "what do you bitches want? I'm trying to get to bed, not have some fucking witch gathering.”

"Madison. Please sit down, we just want to talk to you," Cordelia said softly, motioning to the spot between her and Misty. She could see Madison contemplate it, but eventually gave in and sat down with a dramatic eye roll.

She urged to say something. To make fun of the way Misty dresses or how Cordelia was standing. She couldn't say a single thing though. She found herself stuck, staring at the wall as if it were to turn into a line of endless angry customers or if her old casting directors would walk through the door and force her to strip for the cameras.

"We noticed that you seemed very irritable today," Cordelia starts off, but she's not accusing her of anything. She's not trying to come off aggressive towards the young witch. "...And Misty and I wanted to check in with you and see how you're doing."

"Cause, ya know, it's okay to not be okay, Madi," Misty chimed in. She knew Madison took not being okay as a weakness and constantly needed that reminder. "We know ya don't like reaching out for help but we don't want to rip ya of it either."

Madison huffed again. Her arms that were angrily crossed against her chest eventually unfolded. Cordelia took a seat beside her, sensing that her tough facade was quickly shattering. She wanted to be ready to pick up every piece of Madison and put her back together as best as the glue could hold.

"I'm fine," Madison finally settled on. But she was not fine. And although she said she was, her own voice betrayed her; full of emotion.

"Ya not fine. Don't even say that. We are here for ya."

She really wanted to rip Misty into two for that. Just leave me the fuck alone! But her mouth kept talking and her eyes began to produce tears. "I'm angry okay! And i'm fucking upset and tired and It's all just fucking shitty right now!"

Cordelia scooted closer to her, placed a hand on her back. That is what pushed the salty tears to finally slide down Madison's face. "What's making you hurt, sweetheart? Talk to us."

"Just everything! I'm so drained. It’s so hard to keep going when I walk into a room and everyone's fucking okay and i'm really not. I just want to make them feel awful so they can just experience an ounce of what I have to feel every goddamn day!"

Cordelia and Misty glanced over at each other while Madison broke down and refused to make eye contact. "And it's so much. I'm sick and tired of being back in that hell hole when i'm just sitting at the table. It's all I think about every fucking minute!"

Madison let the words flow freely. She felt comfortable and safe here. For the first time in her life, she could say that she wasn’t ashamed to admit how she feels inside.

“Well thank ya for telling us that,” Misty finally says, after brief moments of silence, “I get how scary it is to have flashbacks, don’t think for a second that ya are alone with this, Madi.”

“That’s right. And I can’t even imagine what it’s like, but I will always been here to listen, or to calm you down. Whatever you need.” Cordelia doesn’t understand what it’s like to die and be living in her worst nightmare. But she does understand hardship, pain, and the feeling of loneliness. “How about we make a plan for when you feel like this? Instead of getting angry or sitting with these bad feelings we can figure out something that helps you?”

Madison quickly blinked away the rest of her tears. She wiped away the mascara steaks on her cheeks but all that did was smudge it. “This is fucking stupid but I don’t entirely hate being in the greenhouse with you both.”

A smile formed on both of the older witches lips. “That’s not stupid.”

“Not stupid at all, honey. Does that make you feel better? We can start going in there more often with you. Even just to sit there if you’d like.” Madison hated plants, and bugs, and heat, and anything that made her feel disgusting. But, it felt like a safe little sanctuary in the greenhouse. A place where nobody would bother her time with the only two people that make her feel loved.

Madison simply nodded because she could feel a lump forming in her throat again, making it impossible to speak. Not stupid. Her feelings were not invalidated and it felt really good. Her own mother never let her actually feel emotions when she was little. That’s what made her become so cold. Younger Madison was jumping for joy at the moment.

She let out a sob and her face completely fell into her hands. Cordelia was quick wrap her arms around her small frame and kiss the top of straight blonde hair.

“We love you, Madison. So much, sweet girl, like you’re our own. We’ll do anything to make you feel better.” And for once, Madison felt just okay.

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[why-what-no]

Friends Protect Friends

Pairing: The Corinthian x Reader (Could be read as platonic or not)

Warnings: Harrassment, Murder, Swearing

Summary: The Corinthian and a friend meet up at a bar for drinks. But when he leaves for a second and finds some man bothering that friend, he knows he must deal with that man.

Requested by: @logan-strong (and don’t stress about it, dude. Worrying is my job :))

The bar the Corinthian had chosen was a lot calmer than he expected it to be. Calm to the point where he had considered stirring up trouble for his own entertainment. It wouldn't be hard, just taunt someone into violence or leaving a body in the alleyway.

But luckily for the bar patrons, his friend arrived soon after getting that idea. Everyone were spared any disasters as (Y/N) gave him a quick hug and sat down.

It didn't take long for them to settle down, making easy conversation. His attention was on them completely, listening intently to their stories.

"... Yeah, and don't even get me started on my boss. I'm pretty sure that man is secretly the devil." (Y/N) rolled their eyes, absolutely exhausted from their day at work. It almost made the Corinthian guilty that he had convinced them to come out drinking with him.

"Well, I certainly know a thing or two about bad bosses." He chuckled, thinking back to his time in the Dreaming. "Want me to help get him off your back?"

They shook their head. "Nah, that would just cause problems."

"Well, you let me know if you change your mind." He was a little disappointed he couldn't help with their boss, knowing that he could make him disappear overnight. But he wouldn't want to make things harder for (Y/N).

"Sure." Their chuckle let him know that they thought he was just joking. Which made sense, as he hadn't told them much about himself. They didn't know about his history or what he was. The Corinthian didn't want to scare them off.

He left the table for a moment to get refills for their drinks. But when he turned back, however, there was someone standing in front of their table. (Y/N) was clearly uncomfortable with whatever the unknown man was saying and a jolt of irritation shot through the Corinthian's body's.

"This isn't your table, friend." He said friend like it was an insult, hand on the man's shoulder. "And you seem to be bothering them."

"Jesus man, just making conversation." The man was obviously a little drunk, sizing up the Corinthian like he wanted to fight. But thankfully (at least for the people in the bar that didn't want trouble), the man scoffed and left. Clearly deciding that the Corinthian wasn't worth the effort.

His attention returned to (Y/N), who had been shifting awkwardly in their seat.

"You good?" His voice was much softer when he turned to them. But they just shook themself off and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." 

He didn’t believe them, but he relented. Sitting down next to them, he tried to continue their evening out. Mostly succeeding when (Y/N)‘s smile returned. But the rude man's face was stuck in his memory. 

***

(Y/N) called him in a panic a few days later, making him worry until he realized what am they were talking about. “… That guy at the bar? Apparently they found him in the alley behind the bar yesterday. His eyes were fucking missing!”

“Ah well, maybe he pissed the wrong person off. Seemed like the type.” There was a grin on his face as he spoke, clearly pleased with the topic of the phone call.

“This isn’t a joke.” They scolded. “It’s creepy. There’s a killer in town.”

He sighed gently. He didn’t think of how they’d react upon hearing about the killing. “Do you want me to stay with you for a bit? Make sure you’re safe?”

They said yes, voice quiet over the phone. He just chuckled, telling them he’d be over as soon as he cleaned up the mess at his place.

That man had bled a lot.

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[aethes-bookshelf]

this lovely heart of mine || asra/reader

I am once again resurrected! Work and college have been kicking my ass, but I'm still working on stuff in the background (like fully plotting out and writing the rest of 'knowing you, knowing me' lol). In the meantime, I thought I could finish and post some of my shorter WIPs.

The whole 'sharing a heart' thing is a hc of mine btw. I hope you enjoy! ^^

Pairing: Asra/Reader

Wourdcount: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: To bring you back, Asra gave up half his heart. But now that half lives on in you.

Two people, one heart. The two of you are never truly alone - and tonight neither of you want to be.

(AKA Exploration of the connection Asra and MC have due to sharing a heart.)

ao3 ver

The night was surprisingly cold for summer. Asra’s skin prickled with goosebumps as he rolled up the sleeves of his coat; he didn’t want them getting in the way of setting up camp. He unfastened his luggage to get his tent out. Pulling it out was a bit of a struggle  — it got tangled up with a few of the books and scrolls he had haphazardly stuffed in his bag while packing. Just as he was about to pull it out fully, one of the lines of the tent caught on a corner of a book and stretched quite a bit before slipping off. It hit him in the leg with full force.

‘Ow, shit!’ Asra jumped a bit at the impact. What started as a sharp sting quickly turned into burning. He lifted the leg of his pants to check the damage. His skin slowly grew darker in the spot where the line hit.

Asra sighed through his nose and reached into his bag again, this time looking for some soothing ointment to help the irritated skin. It was a good thing that blasted line hadn’t drawn blood — he wasn’t sure if he had any bandages on him, especially clean ones.

As he was patting the ointment onto the forming bruise — Julian’s own blend, apparently —  he noticed a probing, familiar presence at the edge of his mind. The symbol on his chest, normally hidden from view by his clothes, shone faintly through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Asra smiled, bruise and ointment both forgotten. He sat down cross-legged next to his bag, with the tent still sticking out of it. He made sure to face away from the still-bright lights of the village he was staying near — right at the border between small, white houses and the plane of grass surrounding them. He didn’t want the village’s people to see the symbol on his chest; what it represented was too touchy of a subject to share with near-strangers. They’d be sure to ask about it if they spotted it shining beneath his shirt. And they would spot it if given the chance to — most of the people who were still outside were young, their eyes still sharp. 

Besides… What he was about to do was a tad bit too intimate to do facing others.

* * *

You were busy packing an order at your shop. The sun was setting — it’d almost disappeared beneath the horizon. It was getting pretty dark, the brightness of the day giving way to growing dimness.

You snapped your fingers at nearby candles while collecting packets of dried herbs. A few flames sprung to life. They made shadows dance and flicker on the walls.

‘Will that be all?’ you asked the customer. You still wore your customary polite smile, but the day had been long and you could feel your energy leaving you. This person would be the last client for today, you decided.

‘Yes, thank you very much.’ They said, taking the merchandise off the table. They paid what was due and left through the open front door, wishing you a good night.

You liked them quite a lot — they were a regular in your shop — always made sure to stop by and buy something whenever they took a trip to this part of Vesuvia. But even their customary pleasantries and sunny attitude hadn’t cured your exhaustion.

You circled the front desk of your shop and went to the front door. You closed it with a heavy sigh. The lock clicked into place; you left the key inside it to spare yourself fetching it tomorrow.

Despite how tired you were, you still had to clean up the place. Tomorrow was still a work day, so you couldn’t leave your shop looking a mess.

You picked up a few parchment scrolls you’d used earlier in the day to roll them back up when you felt a familiar presence at the edge of your heart. It seemed like Asra finally answered your call.

Smiling, you sat down in a nearby chair and got to work on rolling the first scroll up. A wave of new sensation washed over you, taking you somewhere different.

You smelled fresh, crispy night air, tinted with a bit of incense Asra always carried with them in their travel bag. You felt grass beneath their folded legs as if they were your own. You heard voices from somewhere behind you — adults talking, children playing, a dog barking. Your leg stung a bit where the rope hit theirs. You frowned. Did they pack that ointment Julian made for them? Did the skin break? You didn’t think it did, there was no scent of blood in the air. Still, you worried.

Calmness rushed into your heart; you knew it was Asra soothing you. You took a deep breath, grateful for the reassurance. Everything was okay. They were okay.

* * *

Asra put a hand over his heart, right where the symbol was. Its light shone through the gaps between his fingers; it felt like warmth, it felt like home. It felt like you.

Leaving you these days was different from leaving you before you learned the truth about what happened. Before, every time he left, he was running away from you. There was a tinge of shame to it all. How a part of him feared coming back and looking you in the face again, knowing you didn’t know, couldn’t know about how the guilt tore him apart. How you didn’t know he had abandoned you once — and what it’d done to you.

Now, he longed for the day he’d see you again every time he left to restock the shop’s supplies. It was like being able to breathe after being submerged in water for far too long. No more fear, no more shame. Because now he didn’t have to hide from you.

He felt the plush softness of the chair you were in and the scrolls moving beneath your fingers. He heard the paper rustling as you rolled it back into place. Could smell the dust on it and the herbs drying by the windows of the shop. He could see the shadows flickering on the wall in front of you; if he reached out his hand, he could almost touch them.

Being with you like this eased the bitterness of being apart. Physically, he might be away, but anytime the loneliness was too much to bear, he could just reach out to you and you would answer. Always, without fail. Just as he would answer you.

Your feelings flowed through him in a steady stream. Comfort, love, tiredness. You should go to sleep, damn the cleaning. You could always do it in the morning.

No, there’s too much to do to leave it all for later, he thought. Thinking it was almost like you speaking to him, through him, but not quite. He still couldn’t put a finger on what it was exactly, but he had more than enough time to figure it out. He’d find out eventually.

Right now, the only thing he needed to know was that you were there, on the other side. That you were safe. And that when he reached out to you, you’d be there. No matter what.

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[narrators-journal]

How to get a promotion 101

Well, I'll be honest. Some of these asks are taking so much time p simply bc I'm working on my fic, or I can't think of much for them. Like, good set ups, or creative smut for the nsfw stuff. But! I did finally cook something up for this prompt! So I hope you enjoy, and I hope Haru is in character, at least a lil lol.

CW: Femdom, office sex, blueballing kinda, lol.

You had gone to college to have a high paying job. Something that would grant you the freedom to enjoy life while also being stable. That was the dream, anyways. Yet, the more reasonable side of yourself knew that to feasibly reach that dream, you had to climb the ladder still. So, you had bitten the bullet and gotten a meager assistant’s job.

Which, was how you had come to work for Okumura foods, under Haru Okumura herself.

A gorgeous woman who had found the perfect balance between being approachable and sweet, yet efficient and ruthless when it was required. She was almost an inspiration for you, so, even though you disliked playing puppy and fetching things for others, you looked at your assistant job as less of a tolerable humiliation, and more as a chance to learn from such a put together woman.

It didn’t hurt that Haru was beyond gorgous as well. With curly brown hair that framed her doll-like face, warm, chocolate-y eyes, a perfectly filled out body and an easy laugh, Your boss had pretty quickly become your workplace crush.

The shrill cry of your phone abruptly put a stop to those thoughts. “Yes, Ms. Okumura?” you chirped into the phone, hearing a tired sigh from the other end, “I have no time for pleasantries. Just be a good boy and start a pot of tea for me so that it’s ready when I get back.” She ordered, the edge of irritation in her words already warning you of how rough her latest meeting must have been, but it was hard to focus on that part of her words with the phrase ‘good boy’ rattling around in your skull. “-Are you listening?” She snapped, the harsh crack of her words snapping you out of your own head and sent you scrambling for words. “Oh! Y-yes ma’am! Right away, ma’am!” which, got an annoyed hum, “Repeat back what I told you to do, so I’m sure you understood.” Your boss ordered, her temper soothed slightly, but the- playful? -firmness of her words still lit a fire in your belly. But, you swallowed down the knot in your throat to reply, “U-uh...you asked me to get you some...tea, ma’am.” “Good boy,” she said again, as if she was aware of how those two words had shaken you the first time, “I’ll be back in ten minutes, have it ready by then.”

With that, Haru hung up, and you were left listening to the dial tone for a few heart beats before you remembered to finally put the phone back in its cradle. God....am I into that?You asked yourself as you sat back in your office chair, your eyes staring forward into the emails you had been mindlessly sorting through before Haru had called. Yet, before you let yourself contemplate what embarrassment that meant for you, you got to your feet and hurried to prepare your boss’ tea kettle.

So, by the time your boss swished into the office, her skirt fluttering around her shapely legs, her light brown hair as perfect as usual, and her warm autumnal eyes sharp, you were back at your desk. Obediently at work on the latest reports and emails until Haru stopped at her door to say, “Be a dear and come into my office. I need you to do something for me, dear.” Which, made you blink in confusion, but you got up nonetheless to follow her in.

And, befitting a woman of her status, her office was impressive. Rather spacious, with a cabinet of fine liquors to offer her guests or show off her wealth, a strong, dark-wooded desk decorated with pictures of her friends and papers, with two windows to give her plenty of sunlight and a view. It was the type of office you wanted one day, when you had your own business.

”Thank you for starting my tea for me, by the way,” Haru hummed as she sat in the comfortable desk chair she had, snapping you out of your thoughts of the future. “Oh, of course ma’am, I just hope I didn’t mess up your kettle or anything.” You said, which made her laugh lightly, a wonderful sound. “Don’t worry, I doubt you did. Though, could you do me one more favor?” She asked, giving you a sweet smile, “Could you give me a shoulder massage? That meeting has me very, very tense.” “Of course, ms. Okumura,” You hummed as you walked behind her chair and put your hands on her shoulders to slowly start working the tension from her muscles. All the while, her warm vanilla perfume wafted up to you to worm into your mind like an intoxicant.

Yet, the hypnosis of her alluring scent was interrupted when your boss let out a small moan and leaned into the circles your thumbs worked into her. “You’re so good at this, I should have you rub my shoulders more often.” Haru hummed, her eyes closed as she apparently enjoyed your touch, so she didn’t see the light dusting of heat her simple praise received. “Well, thank you, ma’am. I am...here to please.” You said with a small, flustered chuckle. “Here to please, hm?” The brunette hummed, opening her eyes to examine your face for a long moment before she asked, “How eager are you to please, then? I could use some pleasing after that meeting.” Her flirtatious tone nowhere near hidden while her dark eyes studied you while you contemplated the next move. Is she really coming onto me? Holy shit, has she been hitting on me for a while now? You asked yourself. And, with a glance back at the gorgeous woman who watched you with a small smile on her glossed lips, it was sealed. I mean, shit. If she has, I should take this shot for sure. “I like to think I’m pretty eager, ma’am. Is there something else you’d prefer I do?” You asked, your massage paused while you and your boss simply looked at one another.

Until, finally, Haru broke the staring contest and got up from her chair to chirp, “In that case! Be a good boy, and get under my desk. I know just the way you can help me de-stress!” with a bright smile, which, threw you off of your game. “Excuse me, Ms. Okumura? You lost me.” You asked, so the woman took a step towards you, her smile bright yet her words laced with a command. “Get under my desk. You want to please me, right? Then do as your told.” She ordered, and while she wasn’t a bitch about it, her words alone were enough to send another bolt through your body

So, you did as you were told. Allowed to watch from beneath the dark-wooded desk as Haru slid her panties from beneath her skirt and returned to her chair. “Now, be a good boy and eat me out, okay?” She said, and, again, her voice left little room to argue. So, you didn’t try. Simply moving to sit between her feet and get to work.

I really did not expect to discover this at work.You thought as you leaned forward and let your tongue slide over your boss’ folds. But what a hell of a woman to learn it from…

With that, and a growing boner in your pants, you set about devouring the woman in front of you. Pushing your tongue between her folds, sucking at her clit gently, and drinking down each small hum and breathed moan she gave. Encouraged further each time Haru’s plush thighs twitched with the threat of suffocating you between them or whispered bit of praise from her mouth. On some level, if she had decided to suffocate you between her legs and drown you in the warm slick that poured from her cunt, you wouldn’t have minded.

However, she, sadly, didn’t snap your neck with her soft thighs. The worst she did was reach down to tangle a manicured hand into your hair to encourage your tongue to dive into her slick warmth. And, when you obeyed the hints, you were rewarded with a louder moan and a tug at your hair. “God, you’re doing so good, baby. Keep that up,” She breathed, meanwhile, her words sent a bolt of fresh heat into your groin as she let go of you after a moment so that she could return to her paperwork. At least, until the alternating stimulation of your tongue thrusting into her willing cunt and working at her clit, inevitably broke her concentration yet again. But, her work wasn’t what was on your mind in that moment. All of your focus was eaten up by the tent in your pants, the teased threat of Haru’s plump thighs closing around your head, the taste of her arousal on your tongue, and the way her pussy squeezed the muscle each time you slipped it into her.

So, the finance reports could’ve caught on fire for all you cared. Especially when you felt Haru begin to shudder and squirm under your tongue while she panted and moaned more. So, you focused your attention to pressing your tongue to her clit and thrusting the wet muscle into her until you felt her fingers tangle back into your hair and her legs finally close around your head. Trapping your mouth against her spasming cunt as she rode out her orgasm with a whine. Though, after she had begun to come down from the euphoria high, she still kept you trapped between her legs for a moment longer before finally allowing you to catch your breath.

While you panted, Haru let out a slow breath of her own, pushing her chair back to look beneath the desk at you with a small smile on her lips. “Poor boy, you’re all riled up, aren’t you?” She noted, glancing down at the tent in your work pants as her smile grew and her warm brown eyes twinkled, “Would you like some help with that?~” and, she smiled when you nodded, the need and desire creating a thick, neglected fog in your head, “Uh, yes ma’am.” you breathed, but your boss merely hummed at the desperation you were sure was in your eyes and twirled a lock of curly brown hair around one of her manicured fingers. And, she took her sweet time to chew on your situation, keeping you trapped beneath her desk as she did. “In that case, I want you to refrain from touching yourself for the rest of the day, alright? If you’re a good boy and do that, I’ll help you with that.” She finally said, which made you scowl, but her, laugh. “Don’t make such a face, it’s only a few more hours, dear. I’m sure you can do it.” She assured, before she finally pushed her chair back and got up to pull her underwear back on.

With that, she went over to her tea kettle as if the topic stopped there. So, you climbed out from beneath the desk and readjusted yourself with another scowl. Yet, when Haru next spoke to you, she was back to business as usual, so, begrudgingly, you did your best to do the same. After all, you couldn’t keep your job and climb the social ladder if you got fired for slacking.

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[queensy-asmodeus123x]

Skyfire was never any good at comprehending such conflicting feelings. On one hand he felt bad for leaving Starscream like that, but at the same time if the Starscream he once knew is truly gone then so be it.

What does it matter? There's nothing he can do if Starscream doesn't want to change, so why does it hurt so bad? Skyfire didn't know, but he knew if there was one mech that could help him right now, it's Optimus.

Optimus may not know the specifics of their complicated friendship, but surely he would understand what it's like to have a friend you can't help.

'Optimus?' Skyfire said through the comm link, 'Skyfire what is it? Is it Starscream? Do you need assistance?' 'No. I was wondering if you and I could talk.' Skyfire almost felt embarrassed asking for Optimus' time, but if there's one thing he knows about the mech it's that when it comes to his teammates, he will always try to be available for them.

He was caring like that, and Skyfire felt like he was the kindest living creature this world could possibly have to offer, 'Of course. I will be waiting in my quarters come by whenever you'd like.' 'Thank you, I really appreciate you taking the time.'

Skyfire nearly sprinted down to Optimus' quarters and once there he raised a servo and gently knocked on the door, "Come in Sky." He careful opened the door to his leaders quarters and saw Optimus sitting at a makeshift table with a chair right across from him inviting Skyfire to join him.

Skyfire nervously sat in the chair across from Optimus, "I suspect your conversation with Starscream didn't go as you planned." "You can say that..." He looked down at his servos and sensing his nervousness Optimus reached out offering to let Skyfire hold his servo during their discussion. Skyfire took his offer and held onto to Optimus as he thought of what to say.

"It still amazes me how much he's changed. I feel like I should be used to it by now, but when I look at him I don't see the monster he's become all I see is the mech I once considered a friend, no matter how many times his words and actions point to the contrary... When we talked he had said that the friend I knew died the moment I crashed on Earth and I could tell he meant that. The friend I once knew is dead and I am left to grieve for someone who's still alive."

Skyfire tried to stop the tears that were threatening to form in his optics when he finished his sentence, "When we were all fighting and fearing for our lives I was able to push those feelings to the side and focus on that instead, but now that there is peace, there's nothing to take my mind off of how much I grieve for Starscream. How much I miss listening to him rant about nonsense on those late nights in academy..."

Skyfire took a deep vent as he continued, "I want nothing more than to go back in time and prevent my crash. I shouldn't have been so stupid suggesting that we take a closer look because no amount of scientific discovery could be more important than Starscream..." Coolant flowed freely down Skyfire's face by this point.

"I understand your pain. I have had many friends come and go it is never easy. I've had friends die in battle and I've had friends who ended up changing for the worst." Optimus said empathetically, it honestly irritated Skyfire as much as he felt bad for feeling that way when Optimus only wanted to help.

"It's more than losing a friend Optimus... I loved him, I wanted him to be my conjux, but I didn't admit that to him back then and I certainly can't now. He hates me he said it himself."

Optimus sighed and squeezed Skyfire's servo slightly, "I have never told anyone this, but at one point when I was still Orion Pax I had loved a mech who ended up betraying me and the cause he originally stood for."

"Megatron." Skyfire said a little surprised by his leaders honesty, Optimus nodded, "I may not understand the specifics of what you are feeling, but I have been through something similar, and although Megatron and I have mended our broken relationship I unfortunately can't say it will be the same for you, but I genuinely hope the best for you and Starscream."

Optimus gave Skyfire a gentle smile and Skyfire couldn't help, but smile back as he wiped away his tears, "Thank you..." "Anytime Sky. It's getting late perhaps you should get some recharge." "That sounds like a good idea. Goodnight Optimus." "Goodnight Skyfire."

When Skyfire stepped out of the room he went on an old comm link he used to share with Starscream when they were in academy, 'Goodnight Star, may Primus bless you with the most pleasant of dreams. I love you.' He knew Starscream would never receive his comm message, but it made Skyfire feel good.

Part 2

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[starlitangels]

Keeping Cool

Me: I dunno... the Fourseen is such an enclosed story... there’s not a lot of room for where I usually put my fics... Also me: Wait! That one time-skip in the Fire Path! For the record I don’t know how to spell anything besides the character names from mythology 1.4k words (almost exactly!)

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“Thank you for the update,” Tyr said to the guards. They spun around sharply and marched off. The door creaked open and slammed shut behind them.

The moment they were gone, Odin groaned in complaint and flopped face-first down on the floor. “A transfer delay?” he demanded, voice muffled a bit by the flagstone floor. “How can they just expect us to keep sitting here?”

“It’s not that bad,” I retorted.

“We are their prisoners,” Tyr reasoned, much more calmly. “It stands to reason that we will operate on their timetable, not any preferences of our own.”

“This is ridiculous! First they say Fenrir is a traitor even though he and Okami have always been friends and that’s ridiculous—and then they throw me in a cell in a basement!”

“Us,” I corrected.

“Fine, fine. Us,” Odin said. He rolled over onto his back, spread-eagle on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to die in here.”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours!” I snapped. Odin winced away from me slightly as the fire my body was made of lashed out a bit, a flame licking toward him. But didn’t brush him. I rolled my eyes. “Sure it’s boring but that’s no reason for us to just lose our heads just yet.”

Odin sat up. “Hey, look, you’ve already lost your head—I see no reason why I can’t lose mine!”

“Odin,” Tyr said softly. “Is that the kindest way to speak to your friend who sacrificed their life to get the knowledge that brought you here to your other friend?”

“They got something out of it too!” Odin protested. “Full use of the Galaxy Gate when this whole thing is over with!”

“And that gives you a reason to... joke? Despite the fact that you were the one to cut their head off in the first place?”

“I...” Odin paused, thinking it through as his eyes narrowed and his brows lowered.

I rolled my eyes again. Odin tended to be a smart guy and he was a capable Joten warrior—but gods he could be a dumbass a good portion of the time. I shifted a bit so my flames snapped upwards at a slightly different angle. Much more comfortable—though I had no clue how to explain why. “Yeah, that’s what I figured,” I grumbled.

“Oi!” Odin protested again. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you can’t even be bothered to think of anything or anyone else because you’re too focused on your own boredom! You are impatient, immature, and irritating!” I exclaimed.

“Am I, now?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“Why am I irritating?”

“Because between you and me, one of us needs to keep our cool and I am physically incapable!”

My fire flared a lot larger than I intended. Odin jumped back and even Tyr leaned slightly away from me. I sucked in a deep breath and watched the flames recede, burning gently, much closer to my main body. I frowned and moved to stand in a corner of the cell up against the stone wall, hoping to cool off.

“Perhaps we all need to take a moment to breathe,” Tyr suggested. I didn’t meet his eyes, nor Odin’s. Just sulked in my corner with my arms folded. I took several deep breaths, sliding down the cool stone wall and sitting on the stone floor.

I tried to occupy my thoughts with calm, happy things. But it always felt like the nice thoughts went up in flames moments after I conjured them up.

I’m not sure how long I sat in silence, staring at a chip in the stone floor and contemplating whether there was a way for me to melt the rock and how I might be able to go about it if there was. But a noise—too close to my shoulder for comfort—made me jolt and whirl.

Odin was sitting far enough away that he seemed to have deemed himself safe, but was still close. “Uh... hey,” he said softly.

“Hi,” I said.

“Sorry for... the joke.”

I glanced across the small cell. “Tyr put you up to this?”

The marbled giant shook his head.

“No, I... he’s right, though. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.”

The sharp retort of Do you ever? died on my tongue. “I forgive you,” I said instead.

“Thanks.” He traced mindless shapes into the slight coat of dirt on the floor. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, almost too quietly for me to hear.

I scrunched my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“The argument. You sounded more like yourself. Like you got your... bite back. You’ve been quieter than you used to be since I first saw you on the mountain, alive again. I know I cut your head off but... I didn’t mean to kill your personality too.”

I took a deep breath. “You didn’t,” I muttered. “It’s just... been an adjustment. Dying. Being brought back. Getting a body like... this.” I waved an arm, watching the flames trail in the wake of the movement. “Then to get thrown onto an unfamiliar world and immediately surrounded by hostile... what does this race call themselves again, Tyr?”

“Fengrals.”

“Fengrals. Hostile Fengrals. It’s been a lot for the last, you know, day or so.”

Odin pursed his lips. “Yeah. I can see why you’d think that,” he agreed.

I chuckled. Any day before today I would have nudged him in the elbow playfully, but I didn’t actually want to burn him. “Well, we can’t all be quite as adventurous as you, huh?” I teased.

That made him laugh. Just a bit. “No I guess not,” he agreed. “Even if adventuring, er... gets me banned from every ship depot on Esselheim.”

I burst out laughing, surprising Odin, Tyr, and myself. “Fair enough,” I said around my laughter, making the words almost shaky. Odin’s laughter joined me, more earnest this time. The tension hanging in the air of the cell burned away, and things felt like old times again. Back when Odin and I had first become friends and I used to rib him about being a rapscallion—and a bunch of other long words that he pretended not to know so he could make a joke out of it.

He glanced over at me after a bit. “Are you really okay with... just... being on fire all the time?”

I shrugged. “I chose it. There wasn’t a lot of time so I only had a few options.”

“Well... maybe when this is over you can get a body that, er, isn’t on fire?”

I peeked over at Tyr. For the life of me I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There were no clues on his face at all. “I don’t think it works like that, Odin,” I said softly. “I think, now that I picked this, I have to keep it. If there had been more time, I... maybe I could have had a proper body. Look like a normal Joten again. But we were in a rush, all of us. So this is what I get.”

“I’m sorry,” Odin offered.

I shrugged. “It’s fine. It’s an adjustment but I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually.”

Odin heaved a long, dramatic sigh and leaned back against the stone wall of the back of the cell. “Assuming we ever get out of here,” he groaned in complaint. That time, I definitely caught Tyr smiling. It was small, but it was there.

“You really have no patience, do you?” I asked.

“I’ve never had to be patient for this long before!”

“Well, then perhaps you are learning a valuable lesson,” Tyr commented. Odin flinched slightly—like he’d forgotten Tyr was even there. All things considered, he might have. Tyr had been remarkably quiet and eerily still for the last little while.

“I don’t want to learn a lesson! I want to get out of here.”

“Well, glad we’re right back to where we started,” I remarked. Tyr’s gaze met mine and we both chuckled.

“Not quite. Perhaps this time we can avoid the argument,” Tyr said.

“Hopefully,” I agreed. I got to my feet. “C’mon Odin. Let’s see if we can find some way to entertain you long enough to keep whatever biomechanical brain you have from short-circuiting too badly.”

He got to his feet. “Thank the gods—I don’t think I could take just sitting here in silence. What do you want to do?”

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The Forgotten House

"I have seen that rock before! We’re going in circles!" Lance threw his arms up. "Just admit we're lost, mullet,” Lance called through the mist. 

Keith's shoulders stiffened and Hunk saw the way he was clenching his fists.

"We might not be lost, just off track a little," Hunk tried to placate. 

The bog stunk and the fog that swirled around them did not allow them to see too far ahead. They had been supposed to be meeting at the rendezvous point vargas ago, but they had been wandering, stomping through sludge and grime for so long, Hunk didn't even know how long it had been. 

Long enough that they were thirsty, hungry, sweating and starting to argue with each other. 

Hunk tried to wipe grime from his gauntlets. He just wanted to get back to the castle and a long, hot shower. This was supposed to just be a recon mission. There had been rumors that the Galra were building a base on this planet. The swamp planet had an atmosphere that messed with their comms, so this specific expedition had been on foot with strict instructions to return after a brief survey. They had not found a Galra presence. All their search team had found were rocks jutting out of the swamp and twisted trees rotting in the waste. 

"Off track is just another way of saying lost," Lance grumbled. Keith finally spun around and stalked forward. It would have been more intimidating if not for the squelched noise his boots made in the floating moss.

 "This is the right way, but fine, you lead then!"

Keith gestured forward and Lance puffed out his chest before stepping into the mist and realizing he couldn't see much more than four feet in front of him.

Lance bit his lip and stared into nothing. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck that he couldn't reach and do anything about. He was irritated and complaining without thinking. When he really stopped to think about this situation, lost on an alien planet with no way to contact their team and supplies low. 

Well, this might be pretty bad. 

They had been just wandering and wandering and there was nothing out here. Lance leaned on the moss covered boulder that he knew they had already walked past multiple times. 

"Maybe, maybe we will take a break actually?" Hunk suggested loudly as he sat on a patch of solid ground. All of the anger drained from them then.

"Yeah," Lance muttered as slipped down, his back against the rock. Keith settled near Hunk, folding his legs to keep them out of the surrounding water. They sat, resting and keeping their heads down as the fog swirled listlessly around them. They knew the others were probably looking for them by now and, at this point, it might be more helpful for them to stay in one place. 

“I hate it here,” Lance mumbled as he slouched down further. 

“Me too,” Keith agreed. Hunk looked between them, taking in their despondent appearances. The situation didn’t look good, but he should probably say or do something helpful. Hunk turned his gaze to the swirling mist. If he could just see where they were going, or if there was higher ground that would lift them above the fog…

No sooner had Hunk thought it that he spotted a dark shadow looming in the darkness. He stared, furrowing his brow and squinting. The mist thinned. It was a tall shape, he thought it was just some boulders at first, but the edges were too straight. It didn’t look like a base either. At least, not like any base he had seen in space. 

“Is that a house?” Hunk stumbled to his feet in disbelief. 

“A what?” Lance turned his head to see. Hunk stepped forward and could make out the shape of windows in the second story. A few more steps and there was a large porch with steps leading to a dark wooden door. 

Lance and Keith fell into step behind him. 

“You’re seeing this too, right?” Hunk whispered. 

“Yes,” Keith responded in a hushed voice of his own. 

The brume parted just enough that they could see the door swinging open in a gentle breeze. At the steps, they paused and waited, listening for signs of life. 

“Well, it’s not a Galra base.” Lance nudged the first step with his foot. 

“Do you think it’s safe?” Hunk glanced between his two teammates. They all looked at the empty home with its open door, beckoning them inside. 

“It looks dry at least and it’s starting to get darker.” Keith looked back the way they had come. He couldn’t see the rock anymore that had served as their landmark. “Maybe it would be a good place to wait for the others.”

As one, they moved up the steps one at a time. With such gloomy surroundings, they were all expecting the stairs to creak under their weight, but the stairs were quiet and sturdy. Together, they moved through the open door. 

-0-0-0-

The house was ordinary. There was not much furniture and most of the rooms were indistinguishable in purpose. The upstairs rooms had beds and a few empty cabinets, but nothing else. Even though it was dark outside, the light seemed to filter through the windows just fine and they were able to find their way to a sitting room that was full of couches and comfortable chairs. While things didn’t look like they had been used for a long time, nothing was dusty or uncomfortable. 

They decided to stay in the sitting room together and watch the fog swirl outside the large bay window. 

“I wonder why they left,” Hunk whispered as he felt his eyes begin to droop. Keith or maybe Lance hummed at the question, but nobody said anything else. Being there, away from the stench of the bog and the clutch of the mist, it made them all realize how tired they were. And here, among comfortable chairs and pillows, Hunk felt safe. He could hear his teammates’ breathing slow as they fell asleep.

Hunk took one last deep breath before closing his eyes and drifting off. 

In his dreams he thought he heard the distinct sound of a door shutting and locking.

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