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As the full moon cast an eerie glow over the town, Chris, and his two brothers Nick and Matt, hopped into their minivan to pick you and your friend Sabrina up from your house. The brothers were excited to see the costumes their friends had chosen for the Halloween costume party they were all invited to, The car rode in silence as they navigated the quiet streets, the only sound being the occasional creak of a rusty gate or the distant howl of a stray dog.

Finally, they pulled up in front of your house, which was decorated with spider webs and jack-o-lanterns.

As they stepped out of the car, the crisp autumn air tickled their noses and sent a shiver down their spines.

"Alright, let's go," Chris urged. The brothers made their way inside the house, the sound of their shoes clicking against the floor adding to the eerie silence. They were immediately greeted by the sweet scent of your favorite perfume, which seemed to linger in the air. The living room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles providing illumination.

"Hey, Sabrina," Nick called out, "Where's Y/N?"

Their friend, Sabrina, turned around from where she was standing near the fireplace. "Oh, hi guys," she said with a smile, "She's still upstairs getting ready"

"Alright, cool," Chris nodded, his eyes still scanning the room. "Do you want us to go up and wait for her, or…?"

Nick and Matt exchanged glances before shrugging. " we can wait for her inside the car," Nick offered.

Chris nodded, feeling a mix of anticipation and worry."I'll go check on her" He walked over to the staircase and began to climb up to the second floor. The creak of the steps seemed to echo through the house, and the dim light from the hallway cast shadows on the walls. As he neared your room, he could hear the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional muffled curse coming from behind the closed door.

Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, Chris gently knocked on the door. "Y/N? You okay in there?" There was no response, but he could hear you struggling even more. Feeling a sense of urgency, he reached out and turned the knob, pushing the door open a crack. "Y/N, I can help you with that if you like," he offered with a warm smile, peeking inside.

As the light from the hallway spilled into the room, Chris's heart skipped a beat. There you were, standing before him in the sexiest maid's dress he had ever seen, struggling to zip it up. The slutty black number barely covered your ample curves, and the plunging neckline revealed an enticing expanse of smooth skin. your long, silky hair tumbled down your back, and your face was flushed from exertion.

"Umm… hi," he stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I, uh… heard you were having some trouble…?"

you let out a frustrated sigh, stepping away from the mirror. "It's just… this stupid dress," you muttered, trying to catch your breath. "It's supposed to zip up the back, but it's so tight… it won't budge." you turned around to face him, your eyes meeting his. Despite the slight annoyance in your tone, there was something else there as well - a hint of vulnerability and desire.

Chris felt his heart race as he took in your appearance. He couldn't help but think that you looked incredibly sexy in the dress. "Let me try," he offered, taking a step forward. Without another word, he reached around you and began to zip the dress up, his fingers brushing against your soft skin as he did so. "There we go," he breathed, finally getting the zipper to catch.

you let out a relieved sigh and turned around to face him. your cheeks were still flushed, as you licked your lips nervously. "Thanks, Chris," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't want to ask anyone else to help me with it." you glanced down at the floor, seeming to avoid eye contact.

Chris felt his heart thudding in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to pull you close and kiss you senseless. Instead, he took a step back, giving you some space. "No problem," he said, trying to sound casual. "You look… really good in that dress, by the way."

you blushed even harder at his compliment. "thank you," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. you bit your lower lip nervously and then turned back to the mirror, adjusting your hair self-consciously.

Chris couldn't help but stare at you. There was something about the way you moved, the way you held yourself… It was intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and make you feel wanted. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with anything else?" he asked, his voice sounding a little rougher than he'd intended.

you glanced over at him, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. There was a flicker of something in your gaze, and for a moment he thought you might actually accept his offer. But then you shook your head with smile. "I'm fine, really. I just… need one final thing." you turned back to the jewelry box on the dresser, rifling through it as if searching for something.

Chris hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to leave or not. "All right," he said, stepping back. "Well, if you need anything else, just let me know."

As he turned to walk away, you shot him a quick glance, your cheeks still flushed. There was a tension in the air that seemed to pull at him, and he found it difficult to tear his eyes away from you. He wanted nothing more than to go back to you, to touch you again, to feel your warmth against his skin. you continued to fiddle with the jewelry box, your fingers moving quickly as you searched for the perfect accessory to complete your look. you couldn't deny the fact that you were feeling more and more flustered by Chris' presence in the room, his proximity making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else. you glanced up at him from the corner of your eye, wondering if he could tell how much you were struggling with your own emotions.

your breath hitched as he took a step closer, leaning against the dresser beside you. " I could help you with that," he offered softly, gesturing to the necklace still dangling from your fingers. you looked up at him, your heart racing, and felt a shiver run down your spine.

With a small sigh, you finally relented, lifting your chin and closing your eyes as he reached out to gently brush the hair from your shoulder. His fingers trailed down your arm, sending a wave of heat coursing through your veins, and he carefully fastened the clasp around your neck. As he pulled back, your eyes met once more, and you could feel the connection between them grow stronger with every passing second. "There," he breathed, stepping back. "You look absolutely stunning."

your heart hammered in your chest as you took in his words, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Thank you," you whispered, unable to meet his gaze. It was clear that the closeness you shared had affected you both, and you could feel the tension building as you stood there, barely an inch apart. you took a shaky breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

Chris leaned in closer, his breath caressing your ear. "You know, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "you look even more beautiful when you blush like that." He traced a finger along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation, the softness of his touch.

He drew you closer, your bodies aligning perfectly, and for a moment you stood there, lost in each other. The air between you crackled with tension, your heart racing in unison. It felt as if the world around you had melted away, leaving only the two of you in this moment.

His hands moved up your back, cupping your shoulders before sliding down to your elbows, encouraging you to lean further into him. The soft fabric of your clothing seemed to meld with your skin, enhancing the sensation of being so close, of feeling every breath, every touch.

you let out a shuddering sigh as his lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, his warm breath sending delicious shivers down your spine. your head fell back against his chest, your eyes slipping shut, your body responding instinctively to his touch. He kissed your shoulder again, this time harder, and you felt a thrill race through you.

Chris cupped your face in his hands, drawing you away from the mirror so that he could look deep into your eyes. "You are breath taking" he breathed, his gaze holding yours captive. "I could look at you all day." His thumbs traced your cheekbones, sending a tingle through your skin. "I want to show you how much you mean to me," he whispered, leaning in closer.

your heart hammered against your ribs as his lips met yours, soft and gentle at first, then growing more demanding. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, urging you to open up, and you eagerly obeyed, welcoming him into your mouth. The kiss deepened, and you felt as if you were drowning in the intensity of it, the heat of his body and the taste of him on your tongue.

His hands wandered lower, curving around your waist and pulling you even closer so that you could feel the hardness of him against you. you arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting more . He moaned into the kiss, his fingers digging into your hips, and you responded with a needy whimper.

you slid your arms around his neck, your fingertips tangled in his hair as the kisses grew more urgent and desperate. The air around you seemed to crackle with desire, and you could feel the way his heart raced in tandem with your own.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "I want you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice raw with need. "I want to fuck you, right here, right now." His fingers traced a path down your stomach, over the lace of your dress, before slipping beneath the fabric to caress your bare skin.

you gasped, arching your back into his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Chris," you moaned, your hips moving in time with his touch. "I want you too."

He cupped your face in his hands, your lips mere inches apart as they panted for air. "I need to taste you," he murmured, leaning in to capture your lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently. your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a shuddering breath. "Let me show you how much I want you," he whispered, before sliding his hands down your body and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your lace thong.

pushing you to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath you as you landed on the soft sheets, your dress hiked up around your waist. He followed you down, his weight pressing you into the bed, his lips seeking out your neck.

With a gentle tug, he lowered your panties over your hips and down your legs, revealing your bare, wet folds to his hungry gaze. your skin was flushed and your breath came in ragged gasps as he knelt before you, his face level with the V of your thighs. He ran his tongue up the length of your slit, tasting your sweetness and causing you to arch your back off the bed. "Fuck," you groaned, your hips moving helplessly into his touch.

He licked you again, deeper this time, pressing a finger against your entrance and circling it around your clit, feeling your wet heat. your muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his touch, as you cried out, your body tensing as you felt the first wave of pleasure wash over you. He sucked on your clit, hard, feeling the tiny muscle begin to pulse beneath his tongue.

"Chris!" you moaned, your hips moving in time with his fingers. He increased the pressure, circling your clit expertly, until you were thrashing beneath him, your cries muffled by the pillow. He pushed a second finger inside you, feeling your tightness and readiness for him. you were so wet, so ready for his cock. He slid his fingers in and out of you, finding your rhythm, and matching it with his tongue as he pleasured you.

your body tensed and relaxed, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm overtook you. He sucked on your clit one last time before pulling away, watching as your eyes rolled back in your head and you came apart in his hands. your muscles spasmed and you cried out, your voice muffled, but he could feel the heat emanating from your body as you shuddered and released.

He stood up, gazing down at your flushed features and still-trembling limbs. The sight of you, so exposed and vulnerable beneath him, was enough to make his heart race and his cock ache with need. With a slow, deliberate motion, he removed his shirt, revealing his chest and abdomen to you. your eyes tracked over his muscles, drinking in the sight of him.

"Now," he whispered, reaching out to cup your face in his hands, "I want you to show me how much you want this." He lowered his mouth to yours, your lips meeting in a hungry, demanding kiss. His tongue slid past your lips, dancing with yours as he felt you respond to his touch. your hands wound through his hair, pulling him closer, and he moaned into the kiss, deepening it.

your fingers trailed down his chest, over his stomach, and lower still, until you found the waistband of his boxers. you tugged gently, urging him to remove them. He obliged, pushing his pants and boxers down his hips, freeing his erection. your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, and you reached out, wrapping your hand around his length. He groaned, his hips jerking toward your touch.

you stroked him slowly, your eyes never leaving his face, your expression a mix of hunger and desire. He could feel himself growing harder under your touch, his need for you becoming almost unbearable. He cupped your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as you moaned into his touch.

With a gentle push, he lays you back on the bed, hovering over you. your legs were spread wide, inviting him in. He lowered himself, guiding his erection to your wet entrance, and slowly thrust forward. you screamed in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you. your hips met in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual, your bodies moving together in a dance of desire.

His hands found your boobs, massaging them, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he thrust deeper into you. you arched your back, meeting his movements with your own, your breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel your tightness giving way to the pressure of him, your muscles clenching around his cock in time with his thrusts.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth with his, your tongues tangling as they wrestled for dominance. your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer, while your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him to you. He could feel the heat of your bodies as they moved together.

As your passion reached a fever pitch, he felt himself on the verge of release. He withdrew slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at your flushed features and glazed eyes. you were so beautiful, your body glistening with sweat, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. He lowered his head, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as he felt your inner walls clench around him.

your nails dug into his shoulders, urging him closer, and he moaned into your skin, the sensation driving him wild. He thrust again, feeling himself lose control as his release neared. your tightness squeezed him, your muscles clenching in time with his movements.

His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to meet his pace, and you obeyed without hesitation. your breath came in ragged gasps, your eyes squeezed shut as you lost yourself to the sensations coursing through your body. you arched your back, your breasts pressing against his chest, and he felt his control slipping further away.

The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, the bed creaking beneath your combined weight. you moaned his name, your voice growing hoarse from the intensity of your lovemaking. He knew he was close, so close, but he wanted to savor this moment, wanted to make sure it was everything you needed it to be.

your hands roamed over his back, digging into his skin with a possessive desperation that only served to heighten his arousal, his body tightening in anticipation of release. With a final, brutal thrust, he cried out your name as his orgasm overtook him, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself inside you.

you met his thrust with your own, your nails raking down his back as you came for the second time this night, your body shuddering beneath him. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of your passion almost too much to bear. As your climaxes subsided, he collapsed on top of you, your sweat-slicked bodies sticking together. He pressed a kiss to your neck, breathing in the sweet scent of your skin, and knew that this was more than just sex. It was a connection.

He rolled to the side, pulling you into his embrace. you nestled your head against his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. You lay there in silence for a long moment.

He could feel your breathing slowing, your body growing heavier against his. He wanted nothing more than to keep you here with him forever, but he knew you had to move. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead and kissed you gently. "Do you still want to go to the party?" he asked softly.

you smiled up at him, your eyes still half-closed with contentment. "I suppose we should," you said, your voice husky. "But…" you trailed off, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Can we just stay like this for a little while longer?"

He smiled down at you, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Of course," he whispered. "We can stay like this for as long as you want." He nibbled lightly on your neck, feeling you shiver in response.

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, noting that you'd only been gone for a little over an hour. Time had flown by in your heated embrace. With reluctance, he pushed himself up onto one elbow, reaching over to grab his phone from the bedside table. He dialed his brother's number with a sigh, listening to the phone ring on the other end.

"What?" Matt snapped when he finally answered.

"Hey, Matt," Chris said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're not at the party, are you?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a groan. "Of course, I am. Where else would I be? we left like 30 minutes ago since you two were too busy," Matt said with a teasing tone making Chris groan in annoyance.

"I'm guessing that means you're not coming back, then?" he asked.

Matt let out another exasperated sigh. "No, I'm not driving back there just to pick you guys up take an Uber or something"

There was a pause as Chris processed the information. "Fine," he said with a grumble before hanging up.

He looked over at you, who was watching him with a curious expression." Matt says we should just take an Uber," he said, rolling his eyes. "they left a while ago He's not coming back for us."

you smiled nodding softly, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

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approach shift - epilogue

pairing: Peter Parker x f!reader (TASM/Andrew Garfield version) length: 2.3k rating: explicit 18+ warnings: PIV (protected), sneaky little non-descriptive pegging reference, disGUSting fluff

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

a/n: I'll keep it quick: I'm so sorry this took so long, but I just wasn't quite ready to finish it off haha. It's been two years almost to the day since I started writing this (and they've been fucking crazy years) so it feels very strange saying goodbye to these adorable losers. I once again can't even start to express how happy it's made me seeing your reactions to this fic, and I'm endlessly grateful to everyone who took the time to leave a comment or reach out to say hi. I hope you like this last sweet little snippet! x

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SIX MONTHS LATER

“We need to get up,” you say, making no move to do so.

He turns his face from where it’s smushed into the pillow to speak, his eyes still closed. “You first.”

You groan. 

You have no idea what time it is, and your phone is out of reach, but the light through the curtains is blinding like near-noon and Bear’s supposed to be here at 10 to pick you up, so you’re almost definitely cutting it fine.

“Peter.” Your legs are tangled with his, his thigh between yours. He huffs morning breath sleepily into your face in response, reaching a hand out to pat your cheek. 

“Shh.” He shifts, pressing his thigh harder between your legs, skin sticky on skin. You know he’s doing it on purpose; he knows exactly where he’s pressing you. You make a quiet, satisfied noise, then pull away regretfully. 

“Bear’s gonna be here soon and you need to be dressed. She’ll freak if she has to see your ass again.” 

“Mmm. Yeah. I’m up.”

You sit up, and the slow weight of his arm slides off your waist. The bedroom door is open to the living room where you can see the debris left over from your at-home date the night before: the bowl still on the couch with a handful of unpopped kernels still rattling in the bottom, the fairy lights web-stuck across the ceiling still glowing gently and the blown-out candles stuck in pastel wax puddles to the coffee table you’d rescued from the curb a few weeks after moving in together. It’d been unbearably funny watching Peter’s elaborate performance of pretending to struggle under the weight of it on the way back home.

He drags himself out of bed, and you hear the coffee machine gurgling while you start pulling out clothes.

It’s hot and stuffy; the air’s stopped working again sometime in the night, so you screech the window open and prop the broom handle under the frame to keep it there. It’s a precarious solution—more than once, the window’s fallen shut while you’ve been at work, forcing Peter to awkwardly perform a frantic outfit change behind the dumpster in the alley so he doesn’t run the risk of running into one of your neighbours in the elevator. But the rent’s affordable for a pair of research scientists with a dash of supplementary freelance photography cash on the side, and the occasional bags of free food from a grateful shop owner after a thwarted hold-up.

“Should we call about the air?” you wonder out loud through the open door.

 “Don’t worry about it, it’ll be quicker if I just get up on the roof and fix it again myself,” Peter says, his voice stretching out into a yawn halfway through. He appears in the bathroom doorway, still naked, two mugs in his hands. 

You gasp in appreciation as he passes one to you. “God, I love you,” you murmur, taking a sip.

He grins dazedly at you in the mirror, his cheeks flushed. “Is that all it takes, huh? A crappy cup of coffee?”

You turn and slide the mug onto the counter so you can wrap your arms around his waist. “No. You’re cute, too. That helps.”

He kisses you, his thumb and index finger framing your chin. “M’not cute,” he says against your lips, leaning his too-warm body along yours. “M’intimidating as hell. Ask anybody.”

You’d only gotten as far as underwear before he’d interrupted you dressing, and it already feels like there’s far too much in the way between you. “You’re gonna make me late,” you say, reaching down to dig your fingers into the taut swell of his ass. “Gotta get ready.”

“Okay, so keep getting ready,” he says, mouthing at your neck. “You’re the one groping me.”

He’s right; now you’ve started, you can’t seem to stop. You press your hands to the small of his back, drawing him closer. You can feel his cock beginning to harden where his body is pressed against yours, and his tongue comes out to touch at your pulse. He makes a tiny noise in his throat as you slip one hand down between your bodies to wrap loosely around his rapidly-growing erection.

You stroke him once, gently, and he huffs. “I don’t see how this is helping,” he says. 

You hum your response, your resolve melting away as he strokes the back of his knuckles down your spine, making you shiver. “Maybe…” you say.

He ducks his head to kiss first one breast, then the other, your nipples standing hard and sensitive. “Maybe?” he prompts. His fingers brush your hip, coming around to rest just below your navel.

“Maybe, if we’re quick…” you say, biting your lip, pushing your hips upward to try to encourage his hand lower.


“Babe, I can be so quick,” he says, half-groan, half-laughter. He thumbs your labia, spreading you open just a little, so he can touch your clit. “Too quick, even, if you want. Some would say it’s a talent.”

You grin at him, letting go of his cock. “Bed. Now.”

He swings you up into his arms so fast your head spins, practically flinging you onto the bed. 

You sprawl out in front of him, your arms thrown back as he peels your underwear off. “Holy shit,” he says, running his hands down your sides, staring at the expanse of your body. His jaw is slack with longing, and the sight of his adoration never fails to make fresh heat flood your face, even after seeing him staring at you like this so many times.

He kneels down over you, sucking two fingers into his mouth as he does. You hitch your knees up to give him a better angle, and he gently presses a firm thigh between your legs. “How do you wanna…?”

“Condom,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair, making his eyes roll closed with pleasure. “No mess.”

He holds your lower lip gently between his teeth, and slowly pushes his two slick fingers inside you. You shift your hips up, and he withdraws them both again, using the slip of your arousal to work against your clit. He kneels up a little, so he can palm your breast with his other hand as he bends down to lick the inside of your thighs.

“Oh,” you breathe. His fingers stop circling to push back inside you, just as his tongue works a hot, messy kiss over your clit. You grab handfuls of his hair to try to keep up with the pace he’s setting, but the feeling of your fingers against his scalp only makes him work faster, a weak groan vibrating down through his tongue.

He bends his head lower, so he can lick around where your wetness has started to gather on his knuckles as he keeps pumping leisurely, in and out. It’s so wet you can both hear it, and he works faster, angling his fingers higher, until you’re writhing.

“Peter…come on, please,” you beg, yanking hard at his hair. 

It works to break his concentration, and he scrambles up, leaning down sideways so he can dig around in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It’s filled with an assorted mix of toys and, stashed further back, Peter’s wrist canisters. The logic had been that anybody who broke into your apartment would be too freaked out by the toys to keep looking in the drawer, but it also meant Peter had to dig through a dizzying array of plugs and lube every time he went out.

You turn your head to the side and see the wistful way he glances at your strap-on, and you click your tongue. “We’re in a hurry, remember? Later.”

“Mmm. I’ll hold you to that,” he says, kissing you again as he rolls the condom smoothly over his cock.

He leans back, propping a pillow under your hips to give himself more leverage. As he sinks inside you, you hold your breath, letting it out slowly.

He groans above you, easing just a millimeter out and then back in, like he can’t help himself. It feels devastatingly good; he’s thick and beautifully hard right against where you need him, and thanks to his mouth, you’re wet enough that you’re ready for him to start moving immediately.  

You hook your ankles together behind his back to pull him in deeper, and he sinks home, fully seated balls-deep inside. You clench your muscles, just to feel as much of him as you can, and he grinds his hips against yours. 

You can feel the tension in his limbs as he draws back and starts to move. You’ll never, ever get sick of how he feels inside you, you think, your mouth open. He’s fucking you so good; his strokes long and firm and perfect.

He cups your ass with his hand to lift your hips even further, shifting the angle once again, and your breath stutters sharply in your throat as the head of his cock catches your g-spot.

“That’s it, right?” he murmurs, his voice wrecked. “Right there? That’s it, babe, c’mon, show me, I wanna see…”

You can’t even respond, your fingers gripping his biceps like his body is your only lifeline. It’s so good, and you’re getting so close, you just need…

“Fuck,” you gasp, high-pitched and panicked as you come, hard and blinding. 

He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he fucks you harder, chasing down his own release as you clench and melt around him. It only takes a few more moments before his cock jerks inside you and he curses, collapsing the hot weight of his body on yours.

You pant together, sweaty and spent. His cheek is crushed to yours, and he turns his face just enough to kiss any part of you he can reach—the top of your shoulder, your forehead, the tip of your ear.

When you manage to drag your eyes open, you find his huge doe-brown eyes already looking at you. “Good?” he whispers, kissing your shoulder again.

You smile at him, feeling drunk and dizzy. “So good,” you tell him.

You’re still wrapped up in each other like idiots when he jolts hard as though startled. You’re confused for about half a second, before the buzzer from downstairs goes off. 

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, scrambling out of bed.

“You get ready,” Peter says, somehow already dragging on a pair of sweatpants. The speed and dexterity with which he’s able to dress never ceases to amaze you. “I’ll stall.”

You’re stepping out of the fastest shower of your life when you hear the squeaky door to your apartment opening.

“Hey, Bear,” Peter’s voice says.

“Hey, Parker. Your shirt’s inside-out,” she says. 

You lean the naked top half of your body around the bathroom door to wave at her. “Hey, sorry, I just got out of the shower. I need like, three minutes to get dressed.”

She clicks her tongue, but doesn’t look overly annoyed as she flops onto the couch. “It’s hot as shit in here,” she says cheerfully, swinging her feet up onto your coffee table. 

You can hear her and Peter chatting as you hurriedly get ready; he asks her about Krista, she asks him about his aunt. Unsurprisingly, Bear and May had hit it off in a huge way at your birthday after May had excitedly demanded to know everything about the play Bear was auditioning for.

You give yourself a quick once-over to make sure you look presentable before you duck out into the living room. Peter and Bear have moved onto once again arguing about music; Peter’s on Blur’s side, Bear’s on Oasis’. 

You give them both a sideways look. “I’m not getting involved in this,” you say, checking to make sure your keys are in your bag. “But I’m just saying, in a real fight, Liam Gallagher would kick Damon Albarn’s ass any day of the week.” Peter grins at you from behind the counter, where he’s attempting to clean the disaster left in the kitchen from dinner last night.

“Oh, my God,” Bear says, looking you up and down. “Why do you look so worked up? Were you guys just fucking? Like right now?”

 Peter can’t turn away fast enough to conceal his snort, and you make a face at her. “It’s called caffeine. Come on, we’ll be late.”

Peter waves at her. “Say hi to Krista.”

“You should come with us, next time you get a night off work,” Bear says, helping herself to a stick of gum from the packet on the bench.

“Bye,” you say, leaning in to wrap your arms around Peter’s waist. “Be careful,” you add quietly, leaning up to kiss him.

He grins. “Always am.” He kisses you back, slow and gentle, before letting you go.

Bear shakes her head. “You guys are so gross. Later, Parker.”

Peter trails you to the door so he can close it behind you. Bear’s a few feet ahead of you, and you don’t mean to linger, but you can’t help but look back one last time as you go.

Peter’s leaning in the door, a dish rag over his shoulder. His hair’s chaotic from where you’d run your fingers through it, and his cheeks are still a little pink with warmth. 

As you watch, his eyes crease at the corners. “Love you,” he mouths, too quiet for Bear to hear. He still has the cutlery in his hands he’d been drying before you walked out; two knives, two forks. 

You can feel your face splitting into a smile you’re sure must be even goofier than his. You hold his gaze, and as Bear drags you away, you’re missing him already.

#peter parker x f!reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x f!reader #tasm!peter parker imagine #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #tasm!peter parker smut #tasm fanfiction #tasm smut #peter parker x you

[gimmethatagustd]

what the fire gave us (teaser) | jjk

You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

↳ pairing: shadow elemental!jungkook x water elemental!(f)reader

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | dystopian | supernatural | friends to lovers | angst | smut | fluff

↳ teaser wc/date: 916 | may 2023

↳ teaser warnings: hobi and jk get in a physical fight but it's playful

↳ notes: i'll post the fic this weekend! it's part of the spring offering collab, so pls check out the other works~ this is very different than what i've written so far. i hope you all enjoy it! let me know if you like it, and i look forward to sharing the whole thing with you soon 💜

↳ masterlist

↳ what was jai listening to? cyberpunk - ateez

As Hoseok bounds toward you and Namjoon, a dark tornado spins beside him. When he gets closer, you can see that Hoseok occasionally blows a small gust of air toward the tornado. It appears to be made of smoke, a gradient of grays and blacks. 

“Look at this,” your friend announces with a mischievous grin. “Me and JK learned a new trick.” 

With a quick snap of Hoseok’s fingers, you and Namjoon watch in patient silence as the tornado begins to slow its speed. Almost gently, the smoke curls tighter and tighter, until the darkness turns into a solid mass. 

Jungkook stumbles a few times as he attempts to get his footing. His limbs continue to propel his body into a small spin. 

Hoseok quickly reaches out to grab the younger boy. Secure hands squeeze his shoulders, and then it’s only Jungkook’s head lolling about on his head. 

“Cool, right?” Jungkook’s voice is gruff, but his lips curl into a weak smile. 

Namjoon lets out a long sigh. “You look like you’re going to be sick.” 

Although Namjoon is right, Jungkook does look like the effort of his little party trick took a toll on his body, you can’t help but match his smile. Especially when his eyes flick toward yours. You told his gaze for half a second before Jungkook is quickly looking away again. His cheeks flush pink, but you’re sure it’s from the exertion of all that spinning. 

“I think it’s really cool,” you praise the two while elbowing Namjoon in the ribs. With a grumble, your sparring partner returns to his previous stance a few feet away from you. 

“We should go again. Just for a little while longer.” 

Every muscle in your body feels stiff when you turn away from Hoseok and Jungkook. 

“I hurt all over, Joonie.” 

“Let her rest!” Hoseok adds to your whining. “All we ever do is practice fighting.” 

“Sparring.” 

Hoseok waves a dismissive hand at the younger man. “Whatever you want to call it. I find it to be fri-” 

You stifle a laugh by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth as Hoseok is tackled to the ground by Jungkook. The two men roll around, all arms and legs, kicking up dead grass and dirt. There’s a lot of howling and teasing laughter that rings through the open air. 

It isn’t until Jungkook is launched into the sky by a gust of wind you all know comes from Hoseok and lands rather roughly on his back that the playful fight ceases. How Jungkook lands knocks all the air out of his chest, but he laughs once his lungs start working again. 

“Ridiculous, all of you.” Hoseok brushes grass from his clothes. It’s futile; they’re dirty and ragged anyway. Try as you and Namjoon might to use your Gifts to clean the clothes, water does little when there’s no soap. 

“I let you win,” Jungkook teases. Still, he stands a bit further from Hoseok than he had previously. Not far enough for anyone to notice, aside from you. You notice, although you don’t mean to. It’s hard not to when Jungkook keeps stealing glances, only to look away when you try to return his gaze. 

“You did not.” 

“Did, too.” His insistence makes you giggle. 

“And how did that work out for you? Hmm? How does your back feel? I know you landed on that rock.” 

“I-It, it doesn’t hurt.” Jungkook glances your way. His cheeks are still pink. “Would take more than that to hurt me.” 

“Jungkook is impossible to beat.” 

You startle at the gentle voice, spinning on your heels to see Yoongi approaching the group. He’s got a leather satchel strapped across his chest and resting at his hip. It bulges with what you assume are plants and fruits scavenged from the woods. 

“Boy Scouts,” is what Yoongi offered when you asked how he knew so much about surviving in nature. It was peculiar; nothing about Yoongi seemed like the type. He’s tougher, more steel than wood or earth. A bulletproof shield, you think. Broad and strong. 

“Impossible?” 

 Your question is meant to be a tease, but Yoongi’s face remains stoic. Such a serious look only reveals itself when he’s assuming his position as the leader of your misfit group. It would be extremely attractive if it didn’t scare you.   

“How can you fight shadows?” Yoongi deadpans. He stares into your eyes long enough to make your face feel hot, but you don’t look away. 

“I…” 

Yoongi hums at your lack of an answer. Suddenly, you feel unbelievably small. 

“It’s not impossible,” Jungkook whispers. His head hangs low, long bangs hiding his face. The rest of his hair is tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. “I’m just as beatable as you, hyung.” 

Something about Yoongi’s expression softens at the honorific. Formalities died long ago, along with many other traditions that once made Korea what it was. Many things died during the war, both tangible and cultural - lives and ways of being. Now, the Republic is something you know your friends no longer recognize. Although it is not your home country, your heart aches for what it once was - something you will never have the privilege to experience because you arrived during the Restoration of the Republic - a fallacy of an era since the country was never restored to how it was. 

Perhaps that is best. It is easier to mourn the loss of something you never knew.

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#jai's wip wednesday #even tho it's not wednesday #wtfgu #spring offering collab #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #jai writes #gimmethatagustd

[stickytrigger69]

ooo could we get a thing with subby tfp starscream being kind of a brat with a mech reader? i imagine his wings are sensitive, so reader rubs them while he teases his spike at screamer’s entrance, that kinda thing,,, throw a “good boy” in there too please? thank you!!!

TFP Starscream x Mech Reader

Mech reader

Submissive Starscream, Dominant Reader

NSFW, minors dni

(A/N) I accidentally posted before I even started, so I did start it but then my phone turned off and lost all of the fucking progress, I feel like that picture of pepe pulling at his eyelids. (yes I wrote it all while at work)

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"The audacity! How dare he!" Staracream grumbles, pacing back and forth like a caged mechanimal, "He can't do that to me, be that way with ME?! of all mechs on the ship." His small servos wave around in the air, the even smaller object in his servo makes you a little nervous. You've been watching him for the past 5 minutes, at the least, trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself in the middle of his hissy fit.

"Darling?" You try getting his attention.

"I'm his most valuable, his second hand mech." He stomps past you, then turns on his heel to go back around.

"Darling, sweetspark." You speak softly and affectionately, you know hes frustrated so you're treading as lightly as possible.

"Ugghhh, it's not fair!!" He cries and turns to face you, throwing the object in your direction. Without thinking, you swat it away before it can touch you, and within seconds, you're standing in front of him, his wrist in your large servo. "Ah, let go of me!" He starts pulling against you, but you don't budge.

"No, you're misbehaving." You say simply, looking at him voidly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at you, I'm just so-" He scrambles to apologize.

"Frustrated, I know darling, but," you grab his chin and make him look in your optics, "That's no excuse for your bad behavior. I think you need to be punished." You peck his derma gently. He shivers, and that's all you need to begin picking him up and pulling him flush to your frame. A deep kiss has him relax, and a smack to his faceplate alerts him again of the trouble he's in.

"But I..." You shush him, making him gasp and swallow his words.

"If you're a good boy, I'll be nice." You promise, which makes his optics sparkle almost. "Will you be a good boy for me?" He nods. "Then show me, baby." You set him down, and without another word or thought, he gets on his knees and prods gently at your panel until it opens. Your spike has begun to pressurize, but not completely, so when he starts touching you and licking and sucking and nipping at it, the brighter the biolights glow, and the bigger it pressurizes. You let him do his job until you hear his panel pop as well. "Alright, come here."

He stands in front of you for a deep kiss. You start fiddling with his wings, rubbing and circling the bumps and crevices, occasionally making him moan into your mouth. He grinds his hips forward, valve aching for your spike and dripping with sweet fluid. "Please." He pleads between a kiss

"Please, what baby boy?" You ask, tugging and pinching lightly at his sensitive wings.

With a moan, he answers breathlessly, "Frag me already, please, Daddy." He grinds his hips into the air again. With one thought in your processor, you lay him on the berth. His servos hold onto your neck, playing with the cables while you stare at him. Admiring your beautiful mate. With a servo on the side of his faceplate and the other on his wing, you start prodding the head of your spike at his entrance.

"You're so beautiful, my good boy." With a sweet kiss, you thrust fast and hard into his tight valve. He moans into the kiss again, this time louder. "Good boy." You sit up on your knees and look down at him. He already looks spent, but there's so much more ahead of him. Your left servo takes hold of his throat, and you start pounding unto his valve. He holds his legs up for you like you've taught him. "Such a good boy." You grunt and groan into the air. His valve is so tight and wet.

After a few hours of non-stop fragging, you sit at the edge of the berth, Starscream lying in the middle of it, sprawled out. Transfluid pooling out from his valve. You're reading more mission briefs. At least you had the chance to clear your processor before you had work to do. You stand, stretch, and sigh. You look down at your lover, so soft and sweet, misunderstood and mistreated. It makes your tanks churn and spark ignite.

Starscream wakes up to incessant pings. He sits up clean and refreshed, oh he needed that spike more than he thought, but the more he thinks, the more he wants. His panel pops open again, "Scrap!"

#tfp #transforemers #transformers #tf #maccadam #macadam #macaddam #transformers prime #cybertronian reader #cybertonian reader #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader #cybertronian male reader #male reader #male reader insert #mech reader #starscream #starscream tfp #tf starscream

[solomons-poison]

wait aaa so you’re doing kiss prompts? i can’t find the prompt list but i’ll request your fav one with the lovely sorcerer Solomon ofc 🫶🏻

I am! I have the prompt list linked at the bottom of each answer and I'll link it on this one, so if there's a number you'd like in particular, then feel free to send in another request~ for now I'll go with number 4 :>

Solomon x GN!reader

♡ kissing their nose to watch them blush

Solomon could be frustratingly composed. It took a lot to catch him off guard, and seeing him flushed red and with unsure or shocked expression was incredibly addictive thanks to its rarity. Thus, occasionally it would become a game between you and Asmo to see who could break his composure first. However, your plans often backfired, and you'd find yourselves getting flustered instead, totally thrown off your rhythm as your lover only laughed at the way he'd managed to turn it around. He was simply too perceptive sometimes.

It took a long time in your relationship to figure him out. Lots of studying, observing the way he reacted to different "stimuli", almost like an experiment to gather all the necessary data to make your next move. Honestly, if Solomon knew what you were doing, he'd likely be proud to know that 1) you were so interested in him and his reactions and 2) that you were working this hard just to one-up him. However, each way you tried to look at it, you just couldn't seem to figure out how to get him.

Finally, though, as genius often does, an idea hit you unexpectedly. In a very rare instance, you'd happened to wake up first, giving you time to admire your beloved. He was usually the last to go to bed and the first to wake (seriously, when did he sleep??), so you didn't get to see his vulnerable sleeping self very much, if at all. And boy was it gorgeous, his soft white eyelashes lying against his cheeks, hair a little messy from his sleep, and a peaceful expression on his face. Honestly, it was easy to stare, just absorbing this sweet image into your mind. That was why you almost didn't notice when Solomon started to shift in the beginning stages of waking. But he inhaled deeply, shifting into a new position right before his eyes fluttered open.

You were quick to settle, shutting your eyes and evening out your breaths to appear to be sleeping, and it seemed to work as Solomon stayed quiet, clearly trying to prevent you from waking. Warm fingers suddenly touched your cheek, gentle and loving in their caress, and it made your heart ache to feel the love in his touch. You wanted so badly to lean in to him, but you had an objective to meet. Eventually, his weight shifted on the bed towards you, his hand moving to softly cup the back of your head. He often gave you a forehead kiss in the morning as his wake-up call, and you knew exactly what was coming.

That made it easy, then, to catch him off guard. Just as you felt him lean forward, you opened your eyes and shot up, kissing him on the nose. Solomon instantly froze, hand still behind your head but arm suspended in the air as his sleepy brain struggled to compute what happened. Finally, you could see the blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks, mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words. It was the prettiest sight you'd ever seen, and it was worth Solomon's kissy revenge right after that. Your idea may have only worked this one time, but as you two dissolved into sleepy giggles, you were perfectly okay with that.

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Send me a type of kiss and a character!

#solomon x reader #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #˗ˏˋ꒰ minx replies ꒱ #the minx can write ✍️

[the-fandom-abyss]

4 Times Quinn Used Her Strength, 1 Time She Couldn’t

Quinn Bailey x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 2,700 words

Request: here

A/N: I have no idea how to add ‘Keep Reading’ on the app so I apologise for the extremely dashboard clogging fic 😬

1.

When the work load only seems to grow, it's natural for the body to become tired. This leaves room for obstacles that can get in the way of the things that need to be done. Sure, the body can throw warning signs like a runny nose, itchy throat, the occasional sneeze. However, it's not really a sign when the person blatantly ignores them all and is set on pushing through.

And push through you did. All the way through your morning routine, getting ready for another hectic day of classes. Quinn could hear your sniffles, stifled coughs and hesitant sneezes. She also knew how stubborn you could be, thinking that you could run away from your problems. If she didn't intervene, you would run yourself into the ground, and she could not have that. As you walked down the hallway of the New York apartment, she waited patiently for you in the kitchen.

"Good morning" you mustered your best smile, that didn't quite look believable. Quinn took notice of your flushed cheeks, red nose and the ever growing bags under your eyes. She mentally scolded you for how you treat yourself, you deserve so much better.

"Morning" she replied, with an actual smile and handed you a warm cup of coffee.

"Thank you, I needed this" you lifted your mug, before bringing it to your lips. A soft moan left your lips at the taste, warming your cold body from the inside out. You hoped that this was enough to keep your fever at bay.

"You're sick" Quinn blurted out, she couldn't contain it any longer. She dared to step closer to you.

"No I'm not" denial, she knew that this would be your first reaction. She took one more step towards you, gently placing her hand on your forehead. You winced at the sudden cool that hit your hot skin.

"You're burning up" all you could muster was a shake of your head which you instantly regretted. A headache was starting to form after the simple movement. This is when Quinn knew you were truly sick, you didn't have enough energy to fight back. "You're shivering, you can't stop sneezing, you were coughing all night which explains the bags under your eyes. You are sick"

"I'll be fine" you waved her off, heading towards the door. All you had to do was pack your belongings and make a run for it. It sounds easy enough but your legs felt like led.

"You better not be thinking of leaving" Quinn was hot on your tail, her footsteps echoed yours as she walked by your side. She watched as you opened your bag, shoving as much in as possible.

"Quinn I have classes I need to get to" Now Quinn was losing her patience. She couldn't understand why you won't just stop and take your time to rest. You left her no choice.

"Oh no you don't" her arms reached behind your legs, lifting you in the air. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around her waist, your arms sliding around her neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you back to bed" you huffed in defeat, too tired to argue further. A smile graced Quinn's lips when she felt you snuggle into her neck, relaxing at the smell of her strawberry shampoo.

2.

When gatherings occur amongst your friendship group, Quinn seems to always come up in conversation. It's usually instigated by you, who has yet another funny, embarrassing or sweet moment to share. She is always surprised at how willingly the group listens to your stories. They hang on each and every word that flows from your lips.

There's just one catch, when you start talking, you tend to lose your filter. Which means little stories that should be kept private, turn into stories shared between friends. One story in particular, she hoped wouldn't escape, one that deeply embarrassed her. However, she couldn't be so lucky, when she knew how you can be.

"Oh you will not believe what happened last week" at the sound of those words strung together, Quinn's head turned with such force, she was surprised it didn't snap off.

"This ought to be good" Chad commented, leaning back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink in anticipation.

"Please don't, please don't" Quinn chanted under her breath, hoping that the cosmos would hear her. You could have spoken about anything, surely you won't say the one thing she didn't want you to speak of.

"Quinn came over to surprise me, brought flowers, dinner, the whole ordeal. She set up my apartment, set the mood, it was actually really sweet" Quinn could not move fast enough, she saw where this was going and there was no chance you were going to stop there. Without raising suspicion, she sped walked from her room to the group, just in time to cut you off. "When she was finished, she thought she had heard me in my room. She opened the door and wrapped her arms around someone, even described what she wanted to do to me and -" before you could even finish your sentence, Quinn had reached you. She had placed a hand over your mouth, while the other wrapped around your waist.

She lifted you with ease, slinging you over her shoulder. Giggles erupted from your mouth, a combination of her embarrassment and the image you were picturing. There was no fights in your movements, after all this was your end goal.

"Wait! How does it end?" Chad called out, hoping you could finish the story. His mind already racing with all the possible endings, he needed to know what happened.

"Well" you entertained, knowing full well you weren't going to finish the story. You just wanted Quinn to panic for a little longer.

"If you even think of finishing, I will make sure you never do" Quinn's tone was harsh, it was meant to be a very serious warning. All you could give in return was a fit of giggles, which brought a smile to Quinn's face.

"Sorry guys" you waved to them as Quinn retreated further from the group. They would just have to be left in suspense, forever wondering what had happened that day.

3.

Quinn had a final assessment due in the next week, that she has been giving all her attention to. Which meant that she had little time and focus to be able to give to you. With the little plan that you had come up with, that should change very soon.

Firstly, you spent your day going about your normal activities. You made sure to dress for the occasion, wearing only Quinn's favourite shirt and lacy panties. On a good day, this outfit would drive her crazy, it would be hard for her to keep her hands off you. You made sure to tidy the bedroom, agonisingly slow, just to prove your point. From time to time, Quinn's eyes would trail from her laptop and follow up your legs until they reached your face. It was enough to hold her attention for minutes, as she licked her lips and tried hard to look away. It wasn't enough though, she was always able to turn back to the task at hand.

When this didn't work, you moved on to physical touch. You nestled in beside her, legs entwined, hand placed strategically on her thigh. When the timing was right, you traced small shapes on to her bare skin. It started off as harmless, until your hand started to travel closer to where you wanted. You could hear Quinn's breath hitch, each time you touched her inner thigh. You left a trail of goosebumps from the bottom of her thigh, all the way to where the curves meet her panty line. You kneaded the exposed flesh, feeling her muscles tense as she tried to stay focused. Quinn had to bite her bottom lip hard for her to stop her mind from wandering. She could see what you were doing, she knew you wanted attention but she needed to finish this assessment. She told herself that once she was finished, she would give you all of her attention and so much more.

When your plan was only mildly disturbing her, only getting glimpses of her focus. You huffed in resignation, you truly thought you would have been able to stop her from working. You noticed her glass was empty, so you decided to put all your efforts into helping her. You reached over her, collecting the glass in your hand. Quinn breathed in your scent, her will power was slowly dissolving with each movement. When you had left the room, her eyes were glued to your retreating form. In the time you were gone, she had made a decision, ultimately closing her laptop and pushing it to the side. She waited for your footsteps to come closer before she made her move.

Within seconds of entering the room, Quinn had you pinned against the back of the door. In the process, the fresh glass of water, spilled down the front of your shirt.

"Oops" Quinn commented with her signature smirk. Her eyes followed the droplets as they ran down your chest. "We'll just have to take it off" she grabbed the glass and placed it on the closest flat surface. There was no time to waste, Quinn was pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. Her tongue traced the path of the water drops up to your neck. She kissed and sucked on your pulse point which earned her a whimper in return. She felt your fingers curl in her hair, tugging at the strands. With her strength, she picked you up, your legs wrapping around her waist. She spun your bodies around, lips still sucking at your neck, leaving bruises in its wake. She walked you towards the bed before tossing you on top with a bounce.

"God, you are so easy to throw around" she said in a breathy tone, taking in your appearance. Tousled hair spread across the sheets, chest rising from the surprise, panties that happen to be ruined and the almost fucked out gaze you're giving her.

4.

College is a great way to make a large group of friends that's going through the same hell as you. One of the many ways to connect is through a frat party which happens to pop up at the end of a hard week. Quinn is the one who drags you to these parties, pleading that you won’t regret it. Most of the time she’s right but tonight, she was very very wrong. The music vibrated off the walls around you, sipping your drink in a not so quiet corner. Quinn was off dancing with her friends, sipping on the same drink she came in with. She wanted to be more present tonight, commenting that this sorority was known for their sleazy students.

While observing your girlfriend, the space beside you became occupied by a man that reeked of alcohol. His stance was wobbly and his eyes were searching for a focus point. However his intentions were clear, all he wanted was a body to take up stairs.

“S’ pretty” he complimented, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You moved over an inch, which threw him off balance. “You feisty” he slurred, unable to form sentences that were longer than two words. He took a bigger swig of his drink, discarding the cup somewhere on the floor. He looked more determined than before, his eyes roaming over your body.

“You can go now” you stated, hoping that the bite in your words would send him on his way.

“I’ll go, if you come with me” a proposition that you were not willing to take. You couldn’t want anything less.

“In your dreams” a scoff and an eye roll would have been enough to show your distaste. Yet, this man was not taking the hint. What made you more uncomfortable was that he leant in further, invading more of your space. His hot breath fanned your face, you scrunched your face at the awful smell.

“All alone” he commented, his hand running up the side of your thigh. Over the course of the conversation, he had backed you into a corner. The only way out would to either go with him or barrel roll through him. You didn’t like your chances on either option. As your last attempt, your eyes searched for a familiar face, someone to come and save you. Quinn had magically disappeared from the dance floor in your time of need. His hand was now firm in your waist, tugging you closer to his body. That was when a force knocked him off his feet. It all happened so fast that you couldn’t comprehend what knocked him over. That was until a certain red head was in your view, towering over the drunk man.

“Touch her again and they’ll never find your body” for a normal person, that threat wouldn’t hold much weight. For someone who has ties to the local police, you wouldn’t want to risk it. He scrambled to his feet the best he could before making himself scarce. Quinn looked back at you, noticing how shaken up you were. She turned to face away from you, giving your leg a tap. That was your queue to hop on. She carried you out of that party, piggyback style, all the way down the street. She only let you down when you were a far enough distance away from the party. All you had to do was walk a couple of streets before Quinn was carrying you again. Mentioning that princesses don’t walk, they should always be carried.

+1

With the influx of recent Ghostface killings, it wasn’t safe to go anywhere. Not even your apartment was deemed safe, never knowing who could be the killer. Quinn insisted that you stay with her, safety in numbers she quoted. She somehow convinced the group with the same idea because now you were all huddled in the apartment.

You joined the ‘core four’ as Chad would say in the dining room. All sharing stories and unshed emotions about what could happen next. None of you expected to hear screams coming from Quinn’s bedroom. You were on a high floor and the doors were all locked, which meant the killer had been in here the whole time. Adrenaline pumped through your body as you were the first to stand. Ignoring the warnings of the others, you headed straight for the room. To your surprise Quinn’s blood decorated the floor as she grasped at her side. Ghostface towered over her, calculating their next attack.

“Stay away from her” you shouted before charging towards the masked person. Successfully you knocked them into the next room, before locking the door behind them. While figuring out the safest way to lift Quinn, you failed to notice how the lock clicked and the door started to open. Revealing a killer that was very done with your shit. They lunged forward, the knife slicing into your arm.

“Y/N” Quinn screamed, hissing at the pain it had caused. She was bleeding at an alarming rate, her skin was growing pale and the pressure she had on the wound was slipping. There was only one thing left to do, run as fast as you could. Without a second doubt, your arms pulled Quinn into your body. With what strength you had left, you picked her up in your arms, bridal style. You made a run for it, trying to avoid knocking Quinn’s head on the door frame. The others understood the emergency, all willing to stop the attacker from reaching you. You had made it safely out the door and down the stairs, gently laying Quinn against the cool bricks of the building. You called 911 with the last push of adrenaline, before collapsing next to Quinn.

“Who knew you had it in you, small fry” she chuckled, trying to lighten the situation. All you could do was smile in return, hoping that you had done enough to save her.

#quinn bailey #quinn bailey imagine #quinn bailey x reader #scream #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream vi #scream vi imagine #scream vi x reader

[overwatchfics]

Kiriko Smut Drabble

CW: GP,

The shrine maiden's mouth was between your legs, breath hot against your slick opening. Kiriko has been at it a while, a hand at your hip and the other knuckle deep and crooked at an angle that has you shaking in her arms. Kiriko wasn't exactly talking to you with her mouth occupied, but she occasionally made a mocking mhmm sound whenever a moan squeezed past your lips. It added to the myriad of sensations blooming between your legs, her tongue already drawing languid circles; Her finger curling and dragging against your already quaking walls. When you felt an orgasm begin to crest, her mouth and hands withdraw, leaving you clenching against nothing but air. Kiriko can't help but study that clenching for a small bit of time. "Awww, you're that eager for me, hm gorgeous?" The only response you can muster is a keening whine that has her already rock-hard member stand at attention.

Kiriko reaches over to grab the lube sitting pretty on the nightstand. She pops the cap open with her thumb before pouring some of the contents into her palm. Her eyes meet yours as she straightens up on her knees, and you get a good view of what's tenting in her boxers. Kiriko smiles warmly before asking you to pull her boxers down. You flush hotly, ears turning red with embarrassment, before sitting up and gripping the waistband and peeling them down to her mid-thigh, her length popping out to greet you. You lean down to take her into your mouth before you feel her hand at your shoulder, pushing back into the pillows. "Tonight's all about you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. " she kisses your cheek and leans back. The hand with the lubes reaches down, and she pumps herself, lathering the lube. Kiriko gasps at the cold lube on her member, but she forces herself to keep her composure in front of you.

You can't help but feel just a little intimidated as Kiriko shuffles forward and pulls you gently to her by the thighs, her nails lightly scratching against your skin. The shrine maiden notices your expression and leans down, pepping kisses across your face. "If it's too much, let me know, ok? It's going to hurt a little, but I'll be right here. I love you. You know that, right?" Kiriko has one hand on your waist and the other wrapped between her legs. She rubs herself against your folds, and you can feel the lube spread between your already-soaked folds. You feel her graze your clit and your hips jump at the sensation. You see her lightly chuckle to herself, before, lining herself up. Kiriko holds herself steady and gently rocks the tip in and out. It's taking everything in the shrine maiden not to take you right then and there, but she holds firm. You can feel her gently rocking just that part of her, but she stills briefly before moving the hand between her legs to one of your thighs to keep you propped open. You notice she seemed too tense, but then with a firm press of her hips, she pushes inside you and you can feel the stretch. It hurts like she said it would, your hands clutch at your shoulders, your breath hot as your struggled gasps flow out of your mouth. Kiriko hisses at the feeling of how tight you are and leans down, kissing the tears threatening to spill from your eyes "You're doing great honey, shhh that's it, you're taking me so well, you're so beautiful like this." Once fully hilted inside you, she stills and waits patiently for you to adjust. You feel full of her hot length nestled inside. You can feel her throb and aching to move, and once you get used to feeling her fullness of her, you rock your hips forward into Kiriko's.

Kiriko smiles down at you warmly before rocking her hips gently and slowly in you, feeling your walls hug her length in a tight welcome. She takes her time to make the moment last, and she thrusts slow and deep, soft sighs leaving your lips as she reenters you. Every paced rock of her hips moves your body along with it, and Kiriko lowers her face to your neck, leaving light kisses in a trail down to your breasts. Her hand reaches up to cradle one, and she brings her mouth to accompany it, kissing the skin around your nipple before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue flicks and presses against that nipple before she pulls away. She blows cold air on it and watches as goosebumps raise across your skin. The hand on your breast reaches further down before acquitting itself with your clit, gently running her fingertips across it. You buck against her, your hands flying to grip her back. Kiriko lets out a curious hum before increasing her pace, and you can hear heavy huffs of air and grunts with every thrust she takes the pace, going from sensual to a relatively brisk pace. Your legs begin to shake from the pressure between your legs, and you can feel your body attempting to suck the shrine maiden further inside. "God, you feel so tight, I can barely move." Kiriko has to force herself to slow down, she wants to make you cum first. She slows her pace but presses her hips hard and slowly. Your eyes crack open, and your back arches as that pressure shoot up into your abdomen. A quivering moan rips from your mouth as the hand that was previously circling your clit, begins to roll and rub it eagerly. "You close?" You nod "Yeah K-Kiri, please don't stop" the shrine maiden smiles sympathetically "Don't worry I won't, I've got you."

Kiriko rests her head on your shoulder, quickening her pace, and feels you clench hard around her. Wails of pleasure weasel out of you as she hits a spot in you that has stars flashing behind your eyes. Kiriko feels you become undone from the inside, your walls clenching wildly and fluttering around her cock, keeping it trapped where it is. Kiriko moves her head to kiss you deeply, your moans and sighs being muffled by her lips. Her tongue meets yours as you continue to moan gently into her mouth. Kiriko herself is on the brink and pulls away, her mouth grunting and panting by your ear. She reaches a hand up to intertwine with yours, the other firmly planted on your hip as she jackhammers into you, her thrusts becoming sloppy. "Oh god, you feel so good I don't think- ah! I love you- fuck-" She groans loudly, Japanese swear words spilling from her lips and you feel her begin to throb inside you, inciting another aftershock of pleasure from yourself "A-ah I'm sorry I don't think I can hng-" Kiriko presses her forehead into your shoulder and her cock still in you before releasing its hot contents, filling you up with her spunk. She stays in you, sighing gingerly against your shoulder.

Kiriko waits a moment before catching her breath "I'm sorry I meant to pull out, but I-" You shush her with a kiss "It's ok Kiri, this felt amazing- you felt amazing." the shrine maiden flushes a bit before sitting you up and pulls you into arms. You feel her soften inside, but you could care less. You're only focused on the warmth of her breath on your shoulder and how she holds you tightly in her lap, rubbing about the tension in your shoulders.

"However, I do not think I'll be capable of walking tomorrow"

#kiriko overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori #kiriko #overwatch2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch

[evanspresso]

First time parents

a/n: I don't see them having children but this was requested! Not sure how many of these ones I'll make.

Usually in the early hours, Evan and y/n lie with one another, cuddling close with soft lingering kisses and tender loving whisperers of confession’s and desires that they’ll carry with them for the rest of the day. 

Soft fingertips against bare spots of skin with hums and yawns fill the air between them, with the occasional giggle of two.

It’s different now, the couple no longer wakes up to the peace and quiet, there’s no longer trailing kisses and there’s rarely any fumbling around in the sheets. 

There’s a new peace. A peace where giddy but sleepy parents wake up to the sound of tiny baby noises. If they’re lucky they don’t wake up to the sound of crying, but that depends on the day.

Y/n gets up first- her motherly instincts snapping her out of dream land. She doesn’t hear any cries from the crib across the room, it’s too early for the baby to sleep in her own room just yet so the couple finds it easier to have the baby sleep in their room for late night feeds and diaper changes.

“My sunbeam” Y/n coos, peering over the crib to see the bundle of joy in question.

She scoops her into her arms and kisses the Wren’s forehead. Coddling her in her arms, y/n is pleasantly surprised that she seems happy and not in any form of distress, so she decides to do a quick diaper change before heading back into bed with Wren still in her arms.

Y/n places Wren in between her and Evan, sighing quietly once her head hits the pillow, her index finger clinging to Wren’s palm as she makes her sweet little baby yawn.

Y/n’s eyes flutter towards her sleeping lover and she can’t help but smile in content and adoration as she watches the rise and fall of his chest, soft snores coming out of his lips causing her to giggle softly before she peers down at her baby girl and kisses her small button nose.

The light is peering through the windows now and the birds are chirping in the warm summer breeze causing Evan to stir from his slumber. 

A little hand whacks his cheek forcing his eyes to snap open to find his beautiful baby girl waving her arms in excitement next to him, her mommy holding out a toy above her.

“Yes Wren, it’s a giraffe! Can you say it? g-i-r-a-f-f-e” y/n spells out and says it slowly.

“You don’t think it’s kind of early for her to start speaking?” Evan chuckles, his voice is raspy from a good nights sleep.

Y/n bites her lip in embarrassment, not knowing she had woken him up. His eyes beam at the sight of her flushed cheeks before he peers down at Wren and scoops her onto his chest as he sits up.

Wren makes gargling noise which causes the two into a set of giggles and swoons. Y/n leans over and places her lips against the exposed skin of Evan’s shoulder making him shudder at the contact of her perfect lips.

“It’s never too early” y/n mumbles.

“We already know she’s going to say ‘dada’ first” he muses.

Y/n glares at him, playfully scolding him with a shake of her head, his laugh rings through the room and Wren fusses signaling them that it’s time to feed her.

“I’m the one who actually gave birth, so mommy should be the first word!” y/n says holding her arms out for Drew to hand the baby over.

“But I’m the one who actually-”

“Don’t even say what I think you’re gonna say, Ev she’s right here!” y/n cuts him off before he can finish.

She lifts up her shirt so she can start to breastfeed Wren as Evan playfully rolled his eyes, laying his head against the headboard to cross his arms over his chest as he watches.

“She can’t actually understand y/n.”

“Zip it,” she smiles at him before looking down and adjusting her hold on the baby. “Oh! She’s a hungry girl this morning!” y/n says with wide eyes.

Evan smiles brightly and sits up to inspect the tight grip that Wren has causing both of them to get all giddy and rave about how strong she is, and what a good girl she’s being.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” Evan coos before looking up to see y/n’s glossy eyes.

“Our perfect girl.”

“A literal sunbeam,” Evan nods. “I love you so much.” he suddenly says, bending over to kiss y/n’s lips softly.

“So, so much” y/n hums.

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a/n: reposts, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated xx

[originium-archives]

I’d like to request Meteor with a shy reader, I’d like to think that Meteor would take them out on a date and maybe teach them to shoot? Thank you

Meteor X Shy!Reader

She was strolling through the corridor as light on her feet as always, looking for a certain person who made her feel like she was basking in the warm spring sun.

Meteor smiled to herself, today was finally the day, she is going to ask you out on a date.

Her steps slowly came to a halt as her emerald eyes fell on you, sitting by a nearby table staring into space.

Eyes narrowing with fondness, she couldn't help herself and pounced on you, hugging you from behind.

“Wah-”, you let out a little startled noise as she giggled and hugged you even closer.

“Did I scare you? Haha.”

“M-Meteor! Why did you do that?”, you couldn't help but bury your burning face in her arm.

“Aww don’t be mad, you were just too cute spacing out like that.”, she said, placing her cheek on your head, not letting you wiggle out of her embrace.

Her compliment and closeness made you feel butterflies, it’s not like this is the first time she hugged you but it somehow felt better than before.

She noticed your quietness and quickly let go of you, she crouched down so you couldn't avoid her eyes.

“Are you angry? Come on…I'll make it up to you okay?”, she said placing her hands on your knees, she sweetly smiled at you waiting for your response.

“You'd have to do a lot more than that to get me mad at you Meteor…”, you mumbled, avoiding her gaze with your face still flushed.

She turned her head away, which made you look up and your heart skipped a beat, the pink dusting her cheeks made her look even prettier. 

“That makes me strangely happy…”, she says as she turns her attention back to you. 

“So…I actually came here to ask you something.”, she says leaning in a bit closer.

“What is it?”, you asked, trying to lean back as far as you could.

She takes a quick breath and looks at you with full determination,

“Can I take you out on a date?”

Her hopeful eyes never leaving your face, she patiently waited for you.

“Wha-...you-”, you stumbled on your words, her question left your heart racing and your mouth dry.

Your silence made her nervous, 

“So?”she asked, fiddling with her hands.

Swallowing your anxiety you answered,

“I’d love to.”

This made her beam, she shot up and once again gathered you in her arms almost lifting you off the ground.

“Let’s go!”, she said as she let go of you, pulling you by the hand.

Walking side by side and holding hands, she hummed a gentle tune occasionally glancing at you and smiling brightly.

Still not knowing where she is taking you, you asked your overly cheerful companion.

“So…”

“Hmm?”, she cooed as she peered into your face, admittedly way too close.

You took a step back, but she was quick to close the gap between you, a chase was a hunters thrill after all.

Her closeness cast away any questions on your mind, she leaned even closer making you swallow hard. 

Pushing even further into your space, she tugged you closer to her as she snaked her arms around the small of your back.

Your breath hitched and heart thrashed in anticipation, you squeezed your eyes shut.

She was quiet, but before you could open your eyes you felt her blow a breath of air into your face.

This took you off guard, opening your eyes in a hurry. You felt the embarrassment creep onto your cheeks as you saw her mischievous grin.

“Were you expecting something else?”, she giggled, teasing you as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“N-no…”, you grumbled as you tried to change the subject,

“Where are we going anyways?”

“To the shooting range, I thought I could give you some pointers.”, she said smiling.

“Pfft- that's very like you.”, you said laughing.

“I suppose…”, she mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

The conversation was cut short as you stepped in front of the shooting range's door, Meteor pushed it open letting you walk inside.

Quite a few other operators were in the middle of doing their own thing, but nobody paid any mind to your private training session.

Gathering the necessary equipment she walked you over to an open booth.

“I think I’ll show you first.”, she said as she picked up her bow and gracefully lifted it up to shoot. Breathing in she drew the string as far as she could and in a blink the arrow soared across the range, hitting the target in the dead center.

“Wow…”, you couldn't help but be in awe, you've seen her in action before but never this close.

“No need to be that impressed, I was just showing off.”, she winked at you playfully.

“Now it’s your turn.”, she gently placed the bow and arrows in your hands.

“Okay, I’ll try.”, you said as you tried to get a feel for the bow. It was light in your hands, the grip slightly rough but manageable.

You tried to remember how Meteor held it, the way she stood. You glanced at her before taking the first shot and she gave you an encouraging nod.

The bowstring took more strength then expected to pull back completely, which made the arrow slip and it made a pathetic tumble half way through the shooting range.

“Ah that was awful…”, you whispered as you stared at the arrow on the floor.

“It was a good first try.”, she said coming over to hand you another arrow,

“Here, let me help.”

She stepped behind you to adjust your arms, her voice gentle as she explained the stance and how much force you should use to draw the bow.

After a few more failed attempts you finally start to get the hang of it,

focusing more than before you let this arrow fly, hitting a straight bullseye.

With disbelief you turned to Meteor who was in the process of pouncing on you,

“Yes!!! You did it!”, she swung her arms around you making you drop the bow in the process and lifted you off your feet. Her sweet laughter filled your ears, making you giddy with joy. 

Her arms suddenly adjusted and her lips met yours, you could feel her smiling into the kiss. 

It was a sweet, exhilarating feeling, her pride seemingly radiating off her.

The moment was interrupted by the other operators whistling and cheering at you two, suddenly feeling embarrassed you tried to put some space between you and Meteor. Which was met by her pulling you even closer with one arm, the other finding your cheek to cup it as she peppered feather light kisses onto your face.

“You did so well, I’m so proud.”

I'm finally back writing on my main writing blog, who would have thought... Thank you for the request Anon!

#arknights x reader #arknights meteor #arknights fanfic #arknights #meteor x reader #requests are still open btw

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 15

Enver Gortash/Trans male Tiefling Durge

Content warnings: attempted rape, dead naming, misgendering

The following morning, Sentry and Enver stood redressing in the sculpture garden. Their eyes occasionally met with an almost magnetic feeling. Neither spoke a word until they were both fully clothed and standing before The Slayer and The Tyrant sculptures.

“It is a stunning piece, my love.” Gortash remarked.

“Your...” Sentry felt his face flush brightly at the words. He could almost smile at them until he felt a wrenching pain in his head and a twist in his stomach, vision blurring red for a moment. Father's disapproval.

“In fact, it gives me an idea. Give me about a day to do some digging and I'll send word.” The Tyrant continued, his expression deeply thoughtful, brimming with the tell tale signs of inspiration.

Sentry shook off the whispers with some effort and nodded. “With that being said, sending it with a messenger might be dangerous, I think we need some extra security when it comes to planning things together.”

“Yes, you're right. After all, not just our own subordinates but prying eyes within the city.” Enver agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I'd imagine a man of your creative interests dabbles beyond the visual arts. How are you with language?”

“I mean, I've read a lot. Copper Dreadfuls mostly.” Sentry replied, turning and running a hand over the bowed head of his Slayer sculpture, lovingly examining the horns for any touch ups that might be needs. “I don't know how that might help...only.....” He paused a moment and wrinkled his nose in thought. “Only in one of them, the detective at quite a devil of a time solving notes he found at the crime scene....you see, the killer communicated in code with his network of underlings.”

“You know, I think I've also read that one in passing. It's not a bad idea.” Enver nodded. “Alright then. We'll come up with one. Just between you and I.”

“Then I'll see you again soon. I look forward to discussing it.” Sentry grinned broadly. The two made their way to the entrance of the macabre gallery and stood a moment, the uncertainty of whether to kiss or simply part ways heavy in the air.

Sentry turned and made his way back towards the temple while Enver went the opposite direction back to the ladder that would lead to the surface.

The entire way home, flashes of pain lashed Sentry's mind and body. Father's red rage making itself known even as he forced himself to stand tall, proud, and imposing as his family would expect. As he walked through the door, he noticed no one was in the common area where they usually were.

“Such a shame.” He sighed. “I was really hoping for another entertaining confrontation, maybe one that might come to blows this time. Ah well.”

He made his way to his bedroom, once the door was open, he began shrugging off his clothing. He was vaguely aware he'd never returned to Sharess' Caress that night, but ah well, he would make it up to his friends tonight. After all, if he knew Ffion, she would simply assume his night had been a great success if he'd been out so long and he was certain Wysp wouldn't mind half as much as everyone thought he would. After all, Sentry held no illusions. Wysp was a friend, Sentry was a client. Anyone who thought someone they were paying was in love with them was an egotistical fool.

As Sentry sat down at his desk to sketch, he was distracted by thoughts of the previous night. He could still feel the sweet, sticky warmth inside him, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. He didn't hear a thing, didn't notice until a dark grey hand was already over his mouth, with the other forcing one of his arms behind his back.

“Father's upset with you, little cub.” The rough, growling voice sneered. Sentry felt the hot breath reeking of cheap booze on his ear. “Told me himself, he did.”

Sentry squirmed and struggled, flipping the charcoal in free hand. It wasn't as sharp as he'd like, but it would make a wound with enough force. He jammed it backwards into Jackal's side, but the angle was wrong, it didn't pierce flesh. Sentry thrashed his body, trying to slam his head into Jackal's face, only managing to knock against his shoulder.

“Struggle and squirm, struggle and squirm. Flail about like the helpless girlie you are.” The drow chuckled. “Father says he's warned you about breeding outside the family line, you little whore.”

“I'm not breeding. I can fuck who I please and that will never be you!” Sentry gave a hard shove backwards, tipping his chair, finally connecting it with Jackal's chest and knocking him backwards. The two rolled to the floor, both scrambling for control as Sentry pulled free and struggled to his feet. Jackal stood up panting just across from him and they circled eachother.

“You're weak, Vereena. You can't do shit without your axes and blades.” Jackal smirked, violet eyes never leaving Sentry. Animal hunger evident in them as the ranger eyed up his prey.

“And you're a fucking fool if you think that's true.” Sentry bristled at the name. “I'll kill you here and now with my bare hands and father will thank me.”

The two sized eachother up, neither making a sudden move. Sentry was tense, wary. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew father was angry. He would have been lying if he'd claimed not to know the reason. But he was chosen, he was the one who was worthy, father could be placated, he knew. The way was always the same. His eyes fell on Jackal's throat, flaring with breath, pulsing with blood.

“The fuck are you staring at, cub?” The drow barked. That was it. His guard was down a second too long and Sentry pounced.

His teeth were in Jackal's throat, ripping and tearing like a wild animal. Useless without his blades, was he? Sentry knew otherwise and his unworthy brother would only be the most recent to learn that. He tasted foul. The odious flavor of the Underdark permeating his blood and meat as Sentry's vision went blood red, mouth filled with elf flesh.

The sickening gurgling and gasping noises were just a vague buzzing in his ears, the knife in his back was barely an insect's sting as he felt the body going limp and lifeless beneath him. He was only half aware of someone helping him to a sitting position and lovingly dabbing at his mouth with a handkerchief.

“Oh, my malevolent monarch can be quite the messy eater, can't he? But I know you do so enjoy it when your breakfast fights back, young master.” Sceleritas cooed softly, fussing over Sentry, expertly removing the hunting knife embedded in this shoulder blade. “Mister Silk was warned so many times to show the proper respect you are due. Such a shame.” The fiend clicked his tongue and shook his head at the corpse. “Shall I take the leftovers to the kitchens, Master?”

“No, he tastes disgusting. Dump him somewhere...Or hang him up as a warning. I really don't care.” Sentry sniffed, disgusted. “I'd say lay him on an altar, but it'd be an insult to father.”

“Ah yes...and on that note, my boy....I did come bearing another message.” Sceleritas began, his tone a bit more tactful now. “While Mister Silk deserved his fate, his words were...not entirely incorrect. Your father of course knows you are not the person your failed set of parents claimed you to be. You rose far above that when you expertly eviscerated them and turned their home into such a delightful gallery of horrors. However, he is aware of your...extracurricular activities....with Bane's Chosen. Please, young Master, be more judicious in how you take your pleasure. Breeding is to be kept within the family.”

“Why does it always come down to breeding? I wasn't -BREEDING- I was fucking.” Sentry snapped. “I'll die before I 'breed' ever again.”

“Of course, of course, my rotted Master. I know, but you must be more careful! I shall fetch Tomi to bring you the proper potions immediately in that case.” Sceleritas bowed and scurried off.

“The next person to say the word 'breeding' is getting a pallet knife through the skull.” Sentry muttered to himself, righting his chair and cursing as he furiously crumpled the ruined page Jackal had disrupted.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #tiefling #oc #durge #dark urge #gortash x durge #durgetash #fanfic #writing #lord enver gortash #enver gortash

[greyeyedmonster-18]

and all at once you are the one i have been waiting for- king of my heart.

(not my cruel summer fic fest submission part 2 but definitely part of my starking x taylor swift series because i want to)

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Kingsley held fast to the forearms attached to the hands covering his eyes, trying his best to maintain some sort of dignity as he stumbled forward, occasionally catching the toes of his shoes on the ground, or having to kick away the hem of his robes.

"Sirius, where are you--"

"I told you its a surprise and I can't tell you, just be patien--"

"And you think I'll peak if your hands aren't covering my eyes?"

"I know you will, actually," Sirius said, voice close to his ear, and Kingsley felt a small shiver go up his spine. "Not much further, though you might want to take two steps up--"

"I'm climbing stairs. Planning to murder me?"

"If I was plotting to kill the MInister of Magic, I certainly wouldn't do it this way."

"Humor me, Sirius," Kingsley said, desperately wanting to turn over his shoulder so he could see Sirius Black's trademark cocky-grin, coupled with the clever glint in grey eyes. Kingsley saw it from his view during Ministry hearings when Sirius knew he was about to win a case. But now, he also got to see it in different light.

Candlelight on their first proper dinner date at a French restaurant that Sirius had picked just so Kingsley couldn't be tempted to order and pay for the two of them.

Firelight that past Christmas, just the two of them and a bottle of wine on the floor of Sirius's flat, that was smaller than Kinglsey would have guessed.

Starlight when they took walks after leaving work together, Sirius's arm eager to be around his waist. Kingsley eager to use a normal tone of voice after spending all day leading meetings and delegating.

"Just going to be very clear that," Sirius raised his voice, "I do not actually want to kill you! This is a joke! I am joking with my boyfriend--one more step--"

"Security is off for the night," Kingsley said through a laugh as he followed Sirius's instructions and stepped upward, the soles of his shoes suddenly hitting a new surface and a rush of cold air hit him. They were outside, and Sirius stopped walking forward, pressing his body flush against his back.

"Not taking chances. If I wanted to kill you, I'd find out what you were allergic to and stir it into your morning coffee. Make sure no one was around for at least thirty minutes and you'd be left for dead, no blood on my hands."

"Should I be concerned?"

"Don't worry about a thing, baby," Sirius said, punctuating the statement with a kiss to the back of Kingsley's neck.

now you try on callin me baby like tryin on clothes

Sirius dropped his hands from Kingsleys eyes, moving to wrap an arm around his waist, chin dropped on his shoulder as Kingsley opened his eyes.

"A rooftop?"

"Our rooftop."

Kingsley turned his head to meet grey eyes, "The top of the Ministry?"

"We have another?"

Kingsley turned back to look at the roof, sun setting over buildings and casting muted orange shadows down below. Sirius pushed him forward, and they walked toward the center of the roof. A blanket set out. A basket. Absolute silence, aside from their footsteps and low whistling wind.

Kingsley never thought he would see the day where he would be impressed and thoroughly caught up in an empty rooftop and a blanket.

He had made up his mind before Sirius walked into into life--he had a career, he had goals, he had had too many failed relationships to spend his time trying to find someone who would be willing to share Kingsley with the entire Wizarding World. Who would put up with the security detail and the long hours, and the opinions over dinner. Because he had tried and they all ended the same.

With arguments.

Or else superficial arrangements with the best dinners around, without actually taking a moment to consider if that was what Kingsley wanted.

And then he met Sirius Black, after years of only seeing his name via post, and couldn't stay away. Every moment with Sirius had been a surprise; an adventure in the best way. Sirius didn't try to impress Kingsley the way everyone else did--he already knew he was impressive. Instead, Sirius had just wanted to get to know the person beyond the title. Sirius stole Kingsley's heart without stealing any of his brilliance.

"This is our date?"

"I thought you would like it," Sirius said, a statement, not a question, as they settled on the blanket together, Sirius instantly stretching one of his legs over Kingsley's lap as he opened the basket. "Watch the sun go down...quiet. This," Sirius titled his head so he could kiss the side of Kingsley's neck, just above the top of his robe collar.

And again.

And again.

Kingsley tilted his head back to give Sirius more access to his throat, mind suddenly blank of the days stress, only focusing on tattooed hands and lips on skin.

All those boys and their expensive cars, range rovers and the jaguars never took me quite where you do

"I'm just fine with skipping dinner..." Sirius murmured, Kingsley's outer robe taken off, and now used as a makeshift pillow for the back of his head, as they kissed like teenagers on top of the roof. Sirius was looking down at him with a cheeky grin, long black hair out of its tie and falling as a curtain to the left side of his head. A cardinal sin.

"You went through the trouble."

"I'll go through it again," he said against his mouth, Kingsley finally finding the strength to sit up, taking Sirius with him.

"The champagne, at least?"

Sirius smiled wider--Kingsley's favorite version that showed every one of his teeth, that was powerful enough to knock out the sun-- and laughed. "You assume champagne?"

"Or wine?"

"Not quite," Sirius opened the basket finally, pulling out two clear cups and bottles of Wizard's Brew.

Beer.

He watched as Sirius popped the top open with the keys to his flat, as if he had done it thousands of times before, born for a life of drinking cheap booze on rooftops and note fine dining in silk robes. Grey eyes turning the colors of the sunset, his golden hour boyfriend, making everything look stunning in the light. Every bad situation made better, every moment of monotony turned bright.

Up on the roof, with a school girl crush; drinking beer out of plastic cups; yeah, you fancy me, not fancy stuff?

"It's not a Cabernet...no notes of leather handbags in this..." Sirius handed him a plastic cup filled with amber liquid.

"Just cat piss?" Kingsley asked, and Sirius laughed, adjusting himself so he was closer even still, and taking his spare hand.

"Precisely. Alright? I did leave a bottle of Prosecco under my desk if it's not."

"Sirius, that's against the--"

"Shhh. Cheers, baby."

"Cheers, baby."

Baby, all at once, this is enough.

#starking #sirius black #kingsley shacklebolt #rare pair #starking x taylor swift #my own cruel summer fest #i am starking trash #no apologies #youre welcome

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

8. like we’re made of starlight (Mileven)

A/N: Here’s day 8 of @flufftober​’s Flufftober for this year!!! Expect more later tonight and tomorrow!!!

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper, Will Byers x Male!OC

Summary: Mike, El, Will, and Matthew walk home from the subway after spending some time at a little farm and pumpkin patch and some wishes are made.

Prompt: Day 8 - Shooting Stars

Tags: Fluff and friendship, Will Byers with a boyfriend :DDD

Song Inspiration: Starlight By Taylor Swift

Word Count: 766

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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And there the 4 of them are, walking down the dim sidewalk each carrying their own basket of pumpkins and other autumn goodies from the farm they had just been at. El looks over at her brother walking along beside her. Matthew is on Will's other side and the two of them are watching each other in admiration, only looking away occasionally to make sure they aren't going to trip on the ground. They're walking close enough to each other that they bump shoulders every other step. El smiles fondly, seeing him so happy. Matthew seems like an amazing guy and he makes Will so happy, El's glad they found each other and she can't wait to get to know Matthew more in the future.

She's startled from her thoughts by an elbow nudging her other side and she turns to see Mike looking at her. Her smile turns slightly bashful. "Hey." She whispers to him.

"Hey." He whispers back, returning her smile. His ears and nose are pink from the cold air around them and he's been wearing this light orange beanie all day that's absolutely adorable on him.

El looks down for a moment, overwhelmed by how taken she is by him. She shakes her head at herself right as she hears Matthew speak up. "Guys, look!"

El and Mike look up to where Matthew's pointing, Will's eyes already there as well. In the sky, among the faint stars above them, a streak passes by in a line of white light, just slightly brighter than the other stars around it. El's eyes light up and she beams. A shooting star. An instinct as old as she is has her closing her eyes and making a little wish, suddenly feeling so much younger than she actually was. Maybe it's childish, but it still brought her just as much joy now as it did when she was a kid.

She opens her eyes and immediately looks to Mike, her body making the decision before her brain does. His eyes are closed, too, and he opens them slowly. When he realizes she's staring at him, he flushes and ducks his head before looking at her again. "W-what did you wish for?" He stutters out slightly.

You. El's mind whispers. She shakes her head at him instead. "I can't tell you that, silly. If I tell you what my wish is, it won't come true." She states playfully, though she knew that it wasn't at all true considering their conversation the night before.

Will snorts on her other side. "Seriously, Gracie?" Will questioned, his nickname for her holding the same fondness and familiarity as always. "I don't care if anyone hears my wish." He states matter-of-factly.

"Oh, really?" El questions. "Then what did you wish for?" She asks. She could hear faint snickers from Mike and Matthew, but she didn't really care.

Will's grin suddenly turns dopey and lovesick as he answers. "That I'll be able to take Matthew home for Christmas to meet mom and dad." He tells her honestly.

At his words, El turns to look at Matthew to see his reaction and is pleased when she sees Matthew turn bright red, smiling shyly at Will as Will catches his eye. "I th-think that could be a-arranged." Matthew spoke quietly. Will beams at his boyfriend and leans over to kiss him sweetly.

"Well aren't they just adorable." Mike says, his voice close to El's ear. She jumps slightly and turns towards him once again.

"Yes, they're the cutest." She answers, her cheeks hot from Mike's previous closeness.

"The cutest, huh?" Mike questions, raising an eyebrow at her. He's giving her a knowing look, like there's some secret that only the two of them know, and El has a feeling she knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Okay, maybe not the cutest." She whispers to him softly, their shoulders bumping together.

"Is it weird that I really wish I could hold your hand right now?" Mike asks her, biting his bottom lip like he's uncertain of his own question.

El giggles softly. "Not at all. I'd definitely allow it, too, if I had a free hand to be held." She admits. "Maybe next time." She says, giving him a look full of sincerity.

Mike gives her a look back full of happiness and warmth. "Next time." He echoes, and El gives him the same exact look back.

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A/N: Here we go!!! Finally started writing more days!!!!! Definitely gonna be posting more of these within the next 24 hours!!! Let me know what you think of this one!!!! I really love it a lot and I was super exicted to add in more characters!!!!! Hope you’re having an amazing day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

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[thecursedraven]

Royal Flush Trio- Intro

"We need you to know, none of this is personal." He sounded bored as he wrenched out another rib, the man under him shaking in what should have been pain- yet neither of them felt anything at all. 

...Correction; Poor James was nearly drowning in fear at this point. 

"We're nearly done here, L. Let's pack it up in a few." A voice called out from the back of the room, well away from the tarps that protected the floor from any blood. Shifting in their seat, the hacker closed out several holo-screens with a pleased hum. Mismatched eyes watched as many digits continued to quickly reduce to zero, carefully trimmed nails tapping on the desk. This, along with the squelch of flesh and the occasional sound of metal scraping bone had been the only audible thing for at least two hours. 

A few moments later, the sharp click of heels on tile began heading toward the room.

Like a fool, James tried to sit up in the hopes of rescue, that someone had come to save him from whatever twisted Hell these two villains had carved for him. Before he could see who had turned the handle, the man above him pushed him back down. Not with any force, as his body seemed to submit to whatever his captor wanted. As soon as they had entered the room, he hadn't even been able to call for help.

The door opened with a flick of her wrists, skirt ruffling back as the cold air poured out into the hall and carrying what might have been laughter with it. The woman that entered both looked and acted like she had just come from a night on the town and crashed several dinner parties. A delirious peal of laughter followed her as she walked up to the hacker, partially closing the laptop in order to press a kiss against their forehead. 

"You have blood on your cheek." They responded as she pulled away, moving the screen back to where it needed to be. 

"I do love you, but L is the one currently *drenched in it*- so pardon me for getting a little *messy*." There was the familiar edge of playfulness in her voice, though as the snap of gloves being pulled off rang through the room, she immediately made a b-line for the 'operation' table. 

As always, she stopped at the edge of the carefully taped tarps, though did nothing to hide the raw hunger in her gaze. 

A new pair of gloves, tools placed in disinfectant, and then the final latch on the cooler secured- and a final check to make sure that everything was in order. 

From the laptop, a bright chirp sounded.

And so, everything was set.

He took two steps away from the table and to the edge of the tarp, loosening his hold over controlling the man's body- and then severing it completely as the woman lunged forward towards the remains of James. 

The Surgeon removed his plastic smock as the Hacker began to close their devices. The crunch of bones echoed through the room, slowing considerably after about ten minutes. 

Cleanup was certainly a blur when you had a member who could break down a body in a handful of minutes. 

A wipe of the room and of the hard drives on their way out, and the three returned to the car, taking a moment to settle in. 

"So Mira," He began as he started the car, drawing the attention of the woman in the passenger seat, "How many did you take care of while we dealt with James?"

Brushing her skirt of any remaining 'crumbs', Mira grinned. "Only seven tonight- I wasn't as hungry as I normally am, and I had to save room for whatever dessert you cut up for me." Her eyes darted to the cooler in the back seat. "Shame I didn't get his liver."

"Our numbers are looking good for this week moneywise. I'll need some time to secure all of the assets we claimed tonight, but that shouldn't take too long." Astra answered to no one at all. 

The two in the front seats frowned slightly for very different reasons.

"Please don't overwork yourself, dear."

"Just be sure you get everything from tonight's appetizers as well." Warren narrowed his eyes at Mira, who pointedly ignored him.

Astra closed their smallest laptop and sank into the seat with a sigh. "Everything will be fine- let's just get our milkshakes and go home."

Warren hummed in acknowledgment, plugging in the address for the nearest drive-thru while Mira rattled off question after question and received tired answers from his sibling. Idly he checked several names off the waiting list that really just seemed to take *far* too long. 

There was still more to do before the end of tonight, but the tradition of sweets after a heist ran far too deep to ignore-  even for one as strict as himself. But, all of this would be taken care of later.

#tea.reads #story time #vox.Miss Fortune #vox.Facade #vox.Lifeline #Astra Maes #Mira #Warren Maes #vox.drabbles #//uhhh dlc found for other members?

[beholdme]

Wip emoji game - 🤔🗣❔️

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

Hmmmm, I don't think so. I've always been very happy with the fandoms I'm in while I'm in them. I will say that occasionally while I was writing tma fics I would long for the engagement of bigger fandoms like "I could put other characters in here and get more comments" but really that's just hot air. I love all my blorbos and write them where they belong.

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

For Sandman, I really want to write something with Desire... They are just so sexy and so gender. There isn't really a ship with them but I have a doc and I am playing with some ideas. I don't know if I'll ever get it finished, but we shall see!

Do I just want them to rail Hob Gadling?? Very possible.

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

I don't know which WIP to pick, so here's a snippet from the next chapter of post tenebras lux, which is my EricMichael WIP. Your honour, I love them ^^

“Easy with the vodka, old man,” Michael chided when Eric’s hand slipped and he poured in almost twice as much as the recipe called for. 

There was the zip and pop of over-reaction and immediately the room filled with the scent of lemon zest, spearmint and spirits, strong enough to make their eyes water. 

“It’ll probably be fine, right?” Eric said hopefully, peering into the cauldron. It was bright blue and swirling with incandescent eddies. 

“For what?” Michael was already getting giggly, a hand held over his mouth. “Removing hair?”

Eric laughed, breathy and floaty. Fuck, he was already getting high. He shook his haze away, drawing a sigil in the air above the cauldron while his head was still clear enough. With the murmur of an incantation, the cauldron popped out of sight. 

Hopefully, the randomly appearing cauldron at the bottom of the Thames wouldn’t bother anyone. 

“Well, that’s one way to deal with it.” Michael was flushed, a goofy look on his face. His task sat abandoned, pots half-filled with burn ointment. It would keep for later when his hands were steady again. 

Eric gave into the urge to laugh, bending over almost double, hands clutching his stomach. Michael joined in, the pair of them just standing around and laughing at nothing while the remaining fumes intoxicated them. 

When Eric thought he might be sick from it, he yanked open the door and dragged Michael outside with him, stumbling out the back door and into the relatively fresh air of the side alleyway. 

The giddiness faded a bit with time, and they were left standing opposite each other, propping up their respective walls while the morning drizzle washed their mirth away. The alley was very narrow, barely six feet wide, the two buildings looming up on either side of the secret space. 

Michael watched Eric with a loose, hazy look of appreciation. He was wearing a tank top that day, his dark jeans ripped at the knees, blonde hair shaggy where it was growing just past his ears. He had each of his earlobes pierced twice then, and he wore a small silver hoop in each one. 

It was no mystery to Michael that he loved Eric, even then. Their kiss had wiped away any illusions about his feelings, though his heart had been loyal to Eric from almost the very first day in the library. He knew it was different for Eric, so much more complicated, but it never mattered. Michael just loved him, with his heart and soul, with every action, because that was who he was. 

Now, pliant and indulgent from his high, he can’t stop himself from crossing the space between them, bracketing Eric against the bricks, luxuriating in the heat of his body, the zing and pop of electricty between them. Eric didn’t stop him either, his shoulders moulding into Michael’s grip and his face turned towards him. His expression was soft, full of a desire he usually hid so much better. 

Tiny, crystalline raindrops collected on Eric’s dark eyelashes. Michael cupped his face, kissing them away, lips brushing over his eyes with more tenderness than Eric could ever remember being touched with. 

“Michael…” Eric’s tone was full of caution, but his hands went to Michael’s elbows, pulling him in closer. They were pressed together, Eric held firm between Michael’s body and the wall. 

“Tell me no,” Michael said, voice husky from manic laughter and unhidden lust. His thumbs stroked Eric’s cheeks, their temples resting together, lips so tantalizingly close. “Tell me to get away from you. Tell me I’m not allowed to want you.” 

Eric considered it. He tried, his mouth opened to speak, but came up empty. The words wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to lie to Michael, no matter how much easier he thought it would make things. How much simpler things would be if he didn’t let their attraction complicate their lives. 

“Yes,” Eric said instead, all his walls striped away to leave him open and vulnerable. He surged upward, closing the space between them and bringing their mouths together. 

#ask game #wips #Eric Delano #Michael Shelley #Desire of the Endless

[nomolosk]

Hiding in Plain Sight

[Here's a little something I cooked up for the Lovesquare Obsessed Discord server a few days ago. Enjoy!]

Gabriel sat straight up in bed at some-thirty in the morning and gasped. "Of course! That will be my next akuma. I'll be sure to win with that one!"

Nooroo rose up beside him from the bedside table, blinking and rubbing his eyes. He thought about asking his master about what new and crazy idea his subconscious had come up with, but he was honestly scared to ask. It was either going to be cringingly ridiculous, or dangerously devious, and Nooroo wasn't sure which was worse.

The next morning, Gabriel worked on his new designs for the coming fall season but he was impatient, constantly looking for the right person to accept his new akuma. It had to be someone who didn't want to make a big splash- most of his akumas that made a big splash got swiftly punched back down (where they belonged), and gained him nothing. His stealth akumas though… they had proven useful more than once. This one was going to be another stealth akuma- with the power to make kwamis reveal themselves. Gabriel was well aware of the kwamis' natural ability to shield themselves from technological detection, but while this power would also negate that ability, it should make it impossible for them to hide -at all.-

The akuma went out as planned, and that second- rate science teacher from Adrien's school became Kwamibuster 2.0. This time, however, instead of directly hunting the kwamis with her vacuum gun, she was given a device that forced them to reveal themselves. School had just let out for the day, but Gabriel was sure he would be hearing reports shortly about people seeing small floating animals about certain individuals. He grinned maliciously, imagining the coming fright and panic of the civilian identities of his nemeses.

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Adrien was just getting the last of his things out of his locker before fencing when Plagg suddenly flew up out of his shirt pocket.

"Plagg!" Adrien hissed, grabbing him out of the air and looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Usually, the little cheese gremlin knew better than to come out at school unless he was sure they were alone, but he could still hear the chatter of other students and the occasional slam of a locker door. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed, although he could see Marinette, with her beautifully flushed face, struggling with her little purse as if the clasp was broken. He spared her a sympathetic smile, shoving his kwami behind his back- a smile she returned in her usual flustered way.

Adrien turned back to his locker and opened the door as if he'd forgotten something and released Plagg inside.

"What are you doing?" He hissed quietly again. "Someone could have seen you!"

Instead of answering, Plagg made a break for the locker opening, but Adrien caught him with both hands before he could get out. The loud clap caused a little hush to fall.

"You okay, dude?" Nino asked, standing by the door with Alya.

"Fine!" Adrien blurted. "I just, uh… saw a mosquito."

"Really?" Alya asked, surprised.

Adrien felt himself flush, thankful for his complexion that usually didn't show much of a blush. "Yeah, it surprised me, too. It's been so cold lately."

Alya and Nino both shrugged and went back to their conversation, briefly moving aside as Marinette rushed past them and out the door, yelling something about being late for her bakery shift.

Adrien chuckled, momentarily forgetting about the kwami still caught in between his hands. Plagg squirmed, calling his attention back to him and Adrien turned back to the locker.

"What was that?!" He demanded quietly.

Plagg kept squirming, but the uncharacteristic expression of discomfort and panic caught Adrien's attention.

"Something's wrong, Adrien," Plagg whined. "I can't… I can't hide! I -have- to get out in the open! I -need- people to see me!"*

Adrien thought fast. "It has to be an akuma, right? Unless there's some weird kwami reason for this?" Plagg shook his little head, still struggling to get free. "Okay."

Adrien looked around- the locker room had cleared out and the rest of the fencing team had yet to arrive. He went over to one of the windows and opened it.

"If you have to be seen, fine. Go fly around the Eiffel Tower, okay? I'll get to you as soon as I can, but since no akuma alert has gone off, I can't skip fencing. I'll probably have to go back to my house first, too, but don't worry, I can sneak out without you."

Plagg nodded. "I'll do my best to stay there, kid, but if this is an akuma…"

"I know. Hopefully we won't need Multimouse to rescue you this time."

He let Plagg go, and the kwami of destruction darted up and out the window, making a beeline for the Eiffel Tower.

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Marinette rushed out of the school as quickly as she could, holding her purse shut against Tikki's struggle to get out. Fortunately, the little bug had apparently forgotten she could simply -phase through- things.

Once outside, instead of heading for the bakery, Marinette ran behind the school building. She carefully looked for any observers before finally opening her purse to let Tikki out.

"Marinette!" Tikki almost shouted as soon as she was free. "Something's wrong!"

She flitted about, glancing every which way, and then made to zoom around the side of the building. Marinette caught her before she could, and though Tikki struggled, she couldn't break free.

"Let me go!" The frantic little kwami gasped. "I… People have to see me! Right now! It's important, I know it is!"

"I don't think so, Tikki. This has to be the work of Shadowmoth… somehow. I can't think of any other reason for you to suddenly want the whole world to see you. The question is… is it an akuma, or something else from the guardian's book?"

"I don't care what it is, just let me go! Marinette… please…"

Marinette groaned as Tikki turned the mother of all puppy eyes on her. "Tikkiiiiiii… You know I can't resist those eyes…" Holding tighter to the little embodied concept, she thought fast. "Okay. People have to be able to see you, right? Uh… Tourist traps! Those are usually full of people. And if this is also affecting Plagg, then Chat probably also knows about this problem. Now, I wonder…"

"Tikki, spots on!" Marinette cried.

Nothing happened. Marinette made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp. "Oooooohhh, not again!" She whined.

It was worse than fighting Kwamibuster. Not only did she not know whether this was due to an akuma or something else, but she couldn't even transform, and she didn't even have any back-up kwamis! Although, if this was some plot to find and identify their civilian identities by seeing who went chasing after a kwami who suddenly revealed themselves, then having the back-up miraculousness available probably wouldn't help anyway.

Marinette started pacing, absently squeezing Tikki harder and harder with each pass until Tikki was squirming from more than the influence of whatever power was forcing her to try and reveal herself.

"Ouch! Marinette! Just because you're panicking does not mean you need to squeeze me so hard!"

"Sorry," Marinette muttered, loosening her grip. Unfortunately, that was enough for Tikki to finally dart away.

Marinette screeched in further panic, but before Tikki got too far away, she turned and called back, "Look for me at the Eiffel Tower!"

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Adrien was nearly vibrating with pent-up anxiety by the time he got home after fencing. He'd made several mistakes during the practice hour, as distracted as he was, and Kagami had yelled at him to not waste her time (again), but on the whole he thought he'd done pretty well, considering.

Of course, his father had a different opinion. Adrien had just gotten to his room and his hand was literally on the window latch when Nathalie opened the door and clumsily walked in with the assistance of the server motors on her exoskeleton.

"Your father wants to see you, Adrien."

Adrien sighed and turned from the window, hoping his frustration-flushed face would be mistaken for a flush of exertion after fencing.

"Sure, Nathalie. Do you know why?"

"He didn't say," she said, after a momentary pause. It suddenly struck Adrien that there was something different about Nathalie. It had started right around the time he and Ladybug had gotten the Rabbit miraculous back from Shadowmoth, but it was a subtle change. There seemed to be an odd distance between his father and his personal assistant that hadn't been there before.

But whatever it was, it would have to wait. First he had to go speak to Gabriel and then he had to sneak out and find Plagg before the akuma did.

--

Gabriel was standing, as usual, on the raised platform that supported his standing desk. He really did like that aspect of his office design- it made him feel so powerful when he had occasion to look down on people. The fact that the person he was currently looking down on was his own (beloved) son made little difference.

"Adrien," he said, not noticing how Adrien's usual expression of careful neutrality had morphed into one of shock. "I've had disturbing reports about your performance in the fencing class. If you cannot do better, then I will be forced to remove you from school so you can spend your time focusing on the important things instead of wasting it with your so-called 'friends.'"

Adrien gulped, his eyes wide as they usually were when he threatened to take him out of school, and his voice shook a little as he said, "Of course… Father. I… will do better. I'm sorry."

Gabriel nodded dismissively and saved the final version of the design he'd been working during the short conversation. "Very well, you may go. But Adrien-"

His son froze and turned rather rigidly to stare at him- or rather, past his shoulder, but Gabriel decided he was probably too intimidated to look him in the face right now. … Perhaps he needed to encourage Adrien to grow a backbone, but it was surely too early for something like that. Adrien was still too young to be making his own decisions reliably.

"- don't forget," Gabriel warned, finally actually locking gazes with him. Somewhat to his surprise, Adrien stood a little straighter, staring back at him with sudden determination.

"I won't, Father. I will remember -everything-."

Gabriel once more nodded approvingly, and looked back down, hearing the office door open and shut nearly silently. He decided it was a good time to transform and check on Kwamibuster 2.0. Perhaps she had already cornered the panicked youngsters foolish enough to stand against him.

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Adrien blessed his early training in remaining calm in front of cameras and paparazzi as he made his way past Nathalie's desk, which was now sitting -outside- of his father's office, and up the stairs to his room, his steps measured and sure instead of stumbling and frantic. Surely, surely he was hallucinating. His worry about Plagg had caused him to hallucinate.

That, plus his general low-level exhaustion must be getting to him. There was no way he -actually- saw what he'd seen, hovering over and behind his father in the office… right? It… It -had- to be an illusion. … Right?

But… it was an awfully detailed illusion, if that's what it was. Moreover, if it was an illusion, it didn't make any sense! Why would anyone make an illusion of a row of different kwamis hovering behind and over his father, each holding a tiny little placard with a word scrawled on it in different shades of paint, each word written in a different style, and some of them chinese characters instead of french words??

Adrien had actually recognized two of the kwamis- one was Kaalki, the horse, and the other was Sass, the one bound to the snake miraculous- he'd used that one himself several times, so he knew that one was at least an accurate representation. But the others… if he had to guess, it'd been a fox, a monkey, a bee, a pig? an ox, a rooster, a turtle, a mouse, and… a butterfly.

Each had been holding a little placard, and some of them held more than one, switching the boards once they were sure he'd read what they had written. "Gabriel is Hawkmoth. The akuma is Kwamibuster again. Tell Plagg and Ladyblogger- Ladybug must know." Adrien shut his bedroom door behind him, immediately sinking back against it with his eyes shut. It didn't help- the words were burned into his brain as if they'd been written in psychic acid instead of regular ink.

--

Plagg flitted quickly over the heads of the tourists gathered around the base of the Tower, slow enough to be seen, but quick enough not to get caught by any reaching hands. It wasn't long before something equally small and red smacked bodily into him.

"Plagg!" Tikki yelled, hugging him tightly.

"Tikki!" He also yelled, and hugged her back, although he took care to keep them moving above the crowd.

"I already hate this," Plagg added as the people below them took picture after picture… and something told Plagg that this time, they'd actually show up in the developed photos which was… not good.

"I know, me too. I had to leave my holder behind! And she couldn't even keep me there by transforming! This is going to be a big problem!"

"You're telling me… how am I supposed to get to my precious camembert stash if I have to stay where people besides my holder can see me?? Hardly anyone else ever goes into his room, and even if they did, I wouldn't trust them with his Chat identity!"

Tikki giggled at his typical divergence into cheese-related concerns, as he knew she would. They finally separated from their hug, but continued to fly around together. She was right- this was -very- dangerous. They'd faced an akuma that separated them from their holders before, but back then Marinette had had access to a whole box full of miraculous to use. Now, she had nothing but the rabbit, and that was too chancy to use- if Fluff was unaffected by this… curse, or whatever it was. Chances were, she was also flying around somewhere, compelled to seek out places where people could see her.

--

Adrien decided to put some of his unfortunate practice in stuffing down his true emotions into… practice… and sat down at his computer desk, pulling out his phone. He quickly activated a hidden app that Max had helped him find- and hide- from his father. It allowed him to choose which texts he sent could be read by anyone else but him (and someone else who both knew about the hidden app, and the password that protected it). This time, he used it to hide the series of texts he sent Alya.

Alya was, at first, incredulous and disbelieving, but when he started describing the kwamis he had seen, she suddenly became a lot more trusting. It begged several questions, but, once again, Adrien put that aside for later consideration. Probably much later. He had a breakdown scheduled for right after he and Ladybug (whoever she was behind the mask, which he might actually find out very soon now) finally took down Shadowmoth, a.k.a. his own father.

So.

Yeah.

He took a deep breath and pulled himself together. Again. No time to wallow now… must help Ladybug.

Somehow.

He finally shoved his phone in his pocket, and went over to the window, easily reaching the sill by shoving his foosball table over and climbing on that. He dropped down to the ground and took a strange path through the garden to the wall, to avoid the cameras.

--

Marinette was making her slow way over to the Eiffel Tower, nervously checking her phone every five seconds, and hoping she wasn't drawing too much attention to herself with her jumpiness. Everytime someone brushed up against her, she tensed. She'd taken her earrings off, putting them in a little pouch that she tucked into her bra- she had learned from meeting Fei in Shanghai, and she wasn't about to trust her miraculous in a small purse that could be snatched at any moment.

It was both fortunate and unfortunate that the closer she got to the tower, the thicker the crowd became. Fortunate, because she herself got lost in the press of bodies- no one would pay attention to one more teenager. Unfortunate because she was -short- and it was getting harder and harder to see what was going on over people's heads. Normally, she'd duck into an alley or a bus station and transform, but… well, that wasn't an option today.

Somehow she'd have to find her kwami, find the akuma, find her partner (who also couldn't transform, so you know, good luck with that), figure out how to transform, and purify the akuma. There might also be a few other steps in there, but she would wait for her lucky charm to figure those out.

Her phone started chiming, alerting her to a Ladyblog update. Most of the people around her also had phones that were chiming, vibrating, dinging, chirping, and otherwise alerting the people who owned them about an update. The pace of the crowd grew slower as most people pulled up the video and started playing it. Marinette did the same, the sound echoing oddly from the phones around her.

"Hey there Paris! It's me, the Ladyblogger, once more bringing you the scoop on what exactly is going on at the Eiffel Tower! I'm sure a lot of you are there right now, and have seen the two little creatures flying around over everyone's head. Well, apparently those are a couple of magical beings that help and guide our very own superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

Marinette felt a very real chill go down her spine, even as the people around her quietly exclaimed. But the video went on, and she could only -pray- that Alya wouldn't give away -too- many miraculous secrets.

"It seems that these creatures are essential to our heroes success so far, but Shadowmoth has struck again, forcing them to abandon their chosen pupils and fly around like crazy people. The boy behind Chat Noir's mask has reached out to me, asking me to spread the word, because just like Heroe's Day a couple months ago, they need -our- help!"

At this point, Alya's image leaned closer to the camera, held up a hand beside her mouth as if telling a secret, and spoke softer. "And no, before anyone asks, I -don't- know who he is. He reached out anonymously, but he's given me enough details to be certain that he really is who he says he is."

Marinette felt a mix of frustration and relief at that- if Alya did know who Chat was, that would make it much easier to coordinate, using her as a go-between. But it was also a further danger, given that Alya already knew -her- identity, so it really was better that she didn't know. She was also really curious to know just what plan her kitty had come up with. Coming up with plans was her job, darn it! … But she had to admit that, given she didn't -have- a plan, it was nice to know he was stepping up, just like he'd promised to.

"So, here's what we've got to do. At the signal, which I'm told will be very obvious, everyone there at the tower should close their eyes and shout one of two things - either 'spots on' or 'claws out.' I'm… not sure -why- Chat Noir asked for us to shout those specific things, but apparently it's important that you choose one or the other, but not both. Supposedly, this will allow the guardian creatures to return to our heroes, once more helping them defeat the akuma of the day."

On the screen Alya shrugged, as if she really had no idea what significance those particular phrases held, and Marinette marvelled at both her calm and her acting ability. But then again, she -had- chosen her for the fox miraculous, and wielding the power of illusion required absolute confidence and strong belief in whatever illusion was created.

On the surface, Chat Noir's plan was actually quite brilliant. If they were both there in the crowd as civilians, having everyone close their eyes and shout their transformation phrase would essentially hide them in plain sight. Once transformed, they could each get away quickly, hopefully keeping their civilian identity a secret from those around them that still had their eyes closed. Really, there was only one problem with the plan. She'd already tried to transform with Tikki… and it hadn't worked.

"So that's it, folks! I know I can count on all of you out there at the tower to follow our very own Chat Noir's plan, right? Of course I can! We need to show Shadowmoth that we'll never let him win! Ladyblogger out!" The video ended on a still of Alya winking and waving, as usual.

Marinette put her phone away and moved with the flow of the crowd, wondering what to do. Everyone she could hear around her was talking about whether or not they were going to follow instructions. Most were on board with the plan, enthusiastic about the opportunity to participate in one of the heroe's big plans, but some were speculating on the why and wherefore and throwing out theories right and left. Some were even planning to follow instructions… but while holding up their phone to record what was happening during that time they had their eyes closed.

The thought of that had Marinette shivering. She got her phone back out and tapped a few quick messages to Alya. If Chat had contacted her anonymously, there might be a way to get him a message- he needed to know that some people were planning to record what happened, even if they didn't look, but what he most needed to know was that she'd already tried transforming and it hadn't worked.

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Adrien didn't have time to go to Nino's house for a costume change, but he'd done his best to make himself inconspicous by raiding a clothing donation bin. He felt bad about it, but told himself that he'd take the time to donate some top-quality Gabriel gear after this was all over. Assuming anyone wanted to wear Gabriel-brand clothes after Chat Noir and Ladybug took him down, that is. … Maybe he'd go for a different designer. Clad in an oversize hoodie and slouchy jeans, Adrien made his way toward the Eiffel Tower. He himself ignored the video update of the Ladyblog, but others around him watched it, and he couldn't help but marvel at the way Alya spun things. He did wonder why she credited Chat Noir with the plan, though- he hadn't told her he was Chat Noir, just about the akuma and about his father being Hawkmoth. Then he'd told her to try and get in touch with Ladybug and Chat Noir, because if they needed to transform out in public, that was the safest way he could think of. At least having her credit the plan to his superhero persona would probably make people actually do it- and indeed, he did overhear people discussing the plan in a positive way. His phone started vibrating again, so he checked it, finding several messages from Alya.

[Did you see the video??]

[What did you think?]

[oh, and Ladybug reached out after the message went live]

[She said she already tried to transform with her kwami and it didn't work]

Adrien frowned. Well… that could be a problem. He typed a quick reply.

[That's probably a bad thing. Why are you telling me, though? Shouldn't you tell Chat Noir? It is his plan, after all. ;)]

Alya's reply came quickly.

[I know. That's why I'm telling you. ;)]

[Wait, what??]

[Listen sunshine, I know it's you. I've been following superheroes since I was six- reading comics, learning lore and backstories, following every hero and villain arc… I'm what you call genre-savvy. At this point, it's inevitable that you would turn out to be Chat Noir. For… a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that one of the main heroes being related to the main villain is practically a commandment.]

Adrien stared at that message. 'I mean, she's not -wrong-…' he thought. 'It's just weird that she figured it out through studying -other- hero/villain dynamics instead of personal information.'

He decided to push that aside (to join all the other world-shattering, life-changing things he was also ignoring for the moment), and try to come up with a better plan. Best to just not challenge Alya on her newfound knowledge.

[Alright fine, you got me. Moving on- Ladybug and I will probably have to find and break the akumatized object before we can transform, which means we'll need a way to secure the akuma, while also not calling attention to our civilian identities.]

He waited a strangely long time before Alya replied.

[Omg, you two are so precious! So in sync! Ladybug -just- texted me the same thing. Can I screenshot these and put them up on the Ladyblog after this is all over??]

Adrien smothered a smile. Of course his lovely partner would have thought of that… and of course Alya was going to fangirl over it.

[Of course she did] He finally sent back. [Maybe-]

He cut himself off as the three blinking dots indicated that Alya was typing again. Finally they stopped and her message came through.

[Okay sunshine, here's what we're gonna do…]

--

Gabriel sat in his office, glaring at the screen of his tablet. He was reduced to relying on news coverage of the crowd around the Eiffel Tower and couldn't control, communicate with, or even call back the akuma that had caused this little debacle.

For some reason, Kwamibuster 2.0 had decided to remove the ability to actually transform with a kwami along with all the ways kwamis could usually make sure they hid from casual sight. It was -very- irritating.

He was also thinking better of this particular plan because his -intention- was to put the civilian superheroes in a spotlight by removing their kwamis' ability to hide. Instead, what he got was two kwamis, separated from their miraculous and presumably their civilian holders, flying around the Eiffel Tower and getting him nothing at all!

The crowd there was too large to pick out any one person as belonging to those particular kwamis, and given the video that ridiculous Ladyblogger had put out, the likelihood of discovering their identity as they transformed was virtually nil. And that would have been the case even if they -could- have transformed. They could have hidden in plain sight, spoken their transformation phrases right along with everyone else, and then made their to the edges of the crowd before anyone around them started to suspect anything. … stupid teenagers. Why did they have to be so… so… not -clever- because they were only children after all. But they were something, that was for sure.

Nathalie opened the door to the office and didn't even look up from her tablet as she informed him of a scheduled video call with a prospective supplier of a particular lace he wanted to use in the upcoming line.

"Not now, Nathalie, I'm busy," he said, nodding to the coverage on his own screen.

"Very well sir. I should perhaps remind you that it took two months to set up this meeting in the first place." Her tone indicated she wasn't going to do anything to smooth over the rescheduling.

Gabriel sighed. He really needed to get Nathalie back on his side, and soon. "Fine. I'll take the call."

Nathalie actually looked up at that, her expression as neutral as it had ever been. Her eyes flicked briefly behind him, but she didn't say anything, simply nodding and shutting the door. A moment later a video call request box popped up over the news coverage, muting it. Gabriel sighed and clicked 'accept.'

"Good afternoon, Mr. Agreste," the representative said with a pleasant foreign accent, currently looking away from her own screen. Behind her, Gabriel could see a grey sky pouring rain. "I hope the weather in Paris is as beautiful as it is ugly here."

"The weather is fine," he replied shortly, glad he had long ago established a reputation for not liking to waste time on pleasantries unless it was a purely social event. "Now, the lace I require is lot number 9-5623-07A from the… what's wrong?"

The rep was staring wide eyed at her screen, blinking rapidly and rubbing her eyes as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Then her face changed and she smiled slightly. "Mr. Agreste, do you have any children?"

"I have a son. What of it?"

"Hm. You may want to check and see if they have applied any filters to your video software before you use it again. You have cute little animals hanging over your head on my screen."

Gabriel inhaled sharply, suddenly remembering his standing order over the kwamis to stay within arms reach of him. He mentally cursed himself, his akuma, and then himself again, for failing to force her to leave him and his kwamis out of the akuma's effects.

Then he forced a smile and replied (really quite calmly, considering), "I see. Well, I'm afraid I have no experience with such childish technological pranks nor how to undo them. Perhaps you would like to reschedule?"

"Oh, I'm fine with it, if you are. It will be one of the more enjoyable video calls I have made today. Now, you were repeating the lot number?"

--

It was a random civilian who discovered Kwamibuster 2.0 clinging to the underside of one of the bridges connecting the plaza around the tower to the rest of the city. Immediately, several people formed a human chain and tried to pull her up and out into view. Among them were several teens, including a boy who looked a little like a famous local teen model… if it hadn't been for his terrible fashion sense.

In seemingly no time at all, all of Kwamibuster's gadgets and gizmos were torn away from her and smashed on the ground, some people even going so far as to jump on them to make sure they broke. A dark butterfly flew up from one of them and almost immediately the tiny red bug-looking guardian creature swooped down on it and swallowed it whole. It then flew up high in the air and started glowing brightly. A moment later, with a loud burp, a white butterfly flew out of it's mouth and the creature did a victory flight over the crowd before zipping up over the rooftops and disappearing.

All in all, it was kind of anticlimactic for an akuma battle, but the crowd around the tower didn't seem to mind that, immediately congratulating each other on a job well done, and proudly posting their own personal involvement in the debacle on thier social media.

Adrien helped Marinette up from where she'd gotten knocked down in the stampede to destroy Kwamibuster's items after the crowd around Ms. Mendeleiev had cleared out a little.

"What's going on?" their science teacher asked in her queruolous voice. "Did I get akumatized again?"

"I'm afraid you did," Marinette said, brushing herself off. She was still a little flushed from her ordeal. "But don't worry, everything's okay now." She smiled encouragingly at the teacher, but Ms. Mendeleiev just huffed, got to her feet, and stalked off.

Adrien wanted to ask Marinette what she was doing there, perhaps even offer to escort her home… but he was feeling the pressure of everything he'd recently learned about his father, and plus, Plagg was probably waiting for him, so he didn't. He merely smiled again and said something about needing to get back before he was missed.

Marinette stuttered her response adorably as usual, and he really wished he wasn't the son of a supervillain. He didn't think she would hate him once she found out, but since he couldn't tell her he was Chat Noir, she- along with a bunch of other people- would probably think he'd at least known what Gabriel had been doing all this time. Yeah. Probably better not to do anything about his new found feelings. For a while at least.

--

Gabriel found out about Kwamibuster's defeat while he was still on the video call- to his continued aggravation.

"Oh, I see you figured out how to cancel the filter. Congratulations, Mr. Agreste," the rep praised him. "I must admit to be a little baffled by all these new things myself. I miss the little animals, though. They really were cute."

"Hardly professional, though," he answered coldly.

She had the temerity to wink at him. "Professional is as professional does. But as I was saying, it's simply not fiscally feasible to offer the lace at anything less than…"

--

That night, Chat Noir and Ladybug met up on a rooftop. It was a lot later than their usual patrol times, which tended to be in the early afternoons and evenings, but Chat Noir had messaged her, claiming it was an emergency.

"Milady, I'm glad you agreed to come," he said, for once not immediately making a pun or a flirty comment.

"Of course, kitty. Now, what's all this about?"

He took a deep breath. "Well… I know who Hawkmoth is."

#ml #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ml fanfic #adrienette #gabriel agreste #kwamis #post s4

[ghostlyfoliage]

I've decided to try my hand at terrariums. This one is bioactive!

This is really a pre-run for what I want to do in the future with an actual aquarium (this is in one of those large glass jars people generally keep full of cookies and the likes).

I grabbed some springtails from my yard (yes, that's correct, I literally grabbed bugs from outside and brought them inside) as well as several patches of moss from around the property. I plopped them into this enclosure that's lined on the bottom with stone and clay balls (like for hydroponics), topped that with coco coir & soil, then laid the moss in there with some bark chips, dead leaves, and a cutting off my strawberry begonia, and tossed the springtails in.

If the strawberry begonia doesn't get murdered (by whatever microscopic bugs I may have collected with the springtails), I'll know I've done it right... I guess?

In a few days I'll be adding some ladybugs so it should be good either way, though they may eat the springtails (this is kinda the idea as I'm going to try to culture both bugs, and eventually soil mites and nematodes as well - so I'll end up with a bioactive terrarium full of benefitial insects).

#vivarium #plants #moss #saxifraga #springtails #bioactive #bioactive terrarium #bioactive vivarium #I really like the spikemoss and I will be propagating it for other purposes #so glad moss doesn't have actual roots #terrarium #I don't even know what to call it cus there's no animals in there but I'll be keeping bugs in there #already keeping bugs in there to be fair #watching the springtails run around is kinda fun #I didn't do a charcoal layer but I think I think that'll be fine #I'll just be opening it to flush the air occasionally #I also put some seeds in there so we'll see what they do #I'm actually totally unsure how this is going to go