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simpcityy · 11 months

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I'm Not Her Pt.3 (Father Miguel O’Hara x Teen! Daughter Reader)

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is your biological father but it’s not great being his daughter when he’s hooked in the past still.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This short One-Shot has made it into a series! Read part one and two please to understand the prompt better. (Linked Below)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, it’s just sad for now. Other dimensional Miguel…mention of blood, stabbing, knife, curing in Spanish, maybe consider yandere behavior...Uhhh I think that is all for now.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

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It was the day of the concert, and you couldn’t be happier. Things were finally looking up, you got the latest technology, tickets to the concert but what was more important to you, was having your father back. “Estás lista?” Miguel stood by your door watching you put on all the needed accessories for the concert. “Yup! I am, why is my ride outside?” You panicked as you grabbed your bag, shoving phone, charger, anything that you thought might be useful. “Are you going like that? No crees que estás mostrando demasiada piel?” He is uncertain about your outfit. “I’ll be fine; besides I am bringing a jacket just in case I get cold” You assure him before walking to the door. Only to feel a rough hand holding her upper arm, “Don’t you think you are forgetting something?” Miguel looks down at you. You look at his hand holding your arm and up to him, a feeling in your gut was telling you to run, it was like your Spidey senses were telling you something was wrong. Then you remember you don’t have that, but it felt like you were in danger. You only shook the thought away thinking maybe it’s because you’re not used to the affection or being even held by your father. “Sorry papá” You stood on your toes as Miguel smiled, leaning over a bit so you could kiss his cheek. “Be safe and out of trouble” He calls out to you as you run out the door.

Back at HQ, Miguel watched everything on his screen for the past few days. After what Lyla has told him about getting concert tickets supposedly by him. He went to investigate who and what the hell was going on. Lyla only watched as he stayed quiet watching you having a blast with this new impostor. “Miguel…what are we going to do…” Miguel only kept quiet pulling up information on this impostor. “There has to be a reason they came to my dimension…to take my spot…” He stops himself as memories of him taking Gabriella’s father spot come to him. He knew what he did was wrong, he watched the man die and took his place when he himself had a little girl waiting for him back home, but he didn’t listen to his brain, he listened to his heart on that day. Because of that, he destroyed a dimension and destroyed his relationship with his daughter (Y/N). “Miguel…are you okay? What are we going to do…should I warn (Y/n) what is going on now that she’s not with him at the moment?” Miguel only shakes his head as he focuses back, “I’ll have a plan soon and I want you to keep this between us…can’t risk (Y/n) getting hurt if she finds out.” He says as he looks more on his screen before finally finding the file. “This Miguel is from Earth 954…In his dimension…(Y/n) …” He looks away. He finally understands this imposter's plan and he understands his pain. “In his dimension…she’s dead, isn’t she?” Lyla asked as she read the information with him. “(Y/n) is in the concert, right?” He asked Lyla about your location. The AI nods her head, “Perfect, it gives me time to chat with this person.”

He opens the portal and stands on the rooftop of the apartment. He changes into his civilian clothes before walking down the stairs heading to the floor number greeting a few neighbors with grunts. He grabs the keys only to find they don’t belong on that door. Miguel frowns, “Hijo de puta…he even changed my locks” He mutters as he uses his strength to break the handle and walks inside the apartment carefully. All the lights were off but that was no problem for him. He walked around his own apartment finding things that weren’t there before. Pictures that never took with you, parts of new couches. This imposter was getting cozy in his own home! He walks to each room checking to see what changed, he goes to open the door to his room but stops seeing the handle turn over. He quickly hides in your room and peaks overseeing the variant walk out of his room wearing his clothes. Miguel quietly follows him behind ready to strike before blocking a punch quickly. “Took you long enough” The variant looks at him drawing back his hand away. “I was starting to wonder when you’ll come back.” He looks at Miguel before seeing how similar the two of them are. “It’s not fair…” The variant says, “That your (Y/n) is alive and mine isn’t…it’s not fair…that you treat her like she’s nothing when I don’t have my (Y/n) to love…I’m doing you a favor really…being the father she deserves.” He whispers to Miguel with no emotion. “Voy a deshacerme de ti...y tendré una vida feliz con ella antes de que se acabe el tiempo…” He whispers. Miguel looks at him watching him carefully, “before times up…Qué demonios quieres decir con eso?” Miguel felt something terrible was awaiting with those words. The variant glitches as they grunt in discomfort. “I don’t know how much time I have left…but when the time comes…you nor me…will have her. Besides you wouldn’t miss her since all you can think is that Gabriella who was never your daughter to begin with” Miguel glares, “You stay away from her and keep Briella’s name out of this” He frowns and walks over to him. “No wait! Miguel, it's a trap!” Lyla tries to warn but it was too late. Miguel looks down feeling a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He looks seeing a small kitchen blade. “I’ll be taking that” The Variant grabs the watch from Miguel and puts it on himself before summoning a portal. “This should get rid of you.” He mutters and smirks, pushing Miguel back into the portal to a random earth. “Good luck trying to find your way back…now you know how it feels to be…replaced…” Miguel only felt the pain from the stab and watched as the portal closed once, he landed in a pile of trash in pain.

Lyla panicked before appearing in front of you, “(Y/N)! Hey Boo!” She yelled watching you fix your lipgloss in the bathroom. She was glad the bathroom was empty. “Lyla? Is something the matter?” You look at her as she seems so panicked. “Boo! You need to know that the Miguel in the house is no-” She starts to glitch. “Lyla?!” You look at her worried before the AI was completely gone. You quickly grabbed your phone and dialed your father's number, but it went through voice mail. Running out of the bathroom, you ran past your friends, telling them that you were sorry, but something came up. Making sure you were alone; you made a portal to take you straight to your apartment as a shortcut. You ran to the apartment door and saw the handle broken; something must have happened. “Dad!” You yell walking in the apartment and saw Miguel cleaning up what seemed to be blood. “Dad…Oh my god are you okay!?” You ran to him. Miguel was caught off guard seeing you home so soon. “Why aren’t you in the concert? Pasó algo?” He gets up walking to you worriedly. “Lyla was telling me something about you?! Are you hurt?” Your eyes were glued to the blood. Miguel blocks your sight and holds you close. “No pasó nada” He assures you, caressing your hair. “It was just a …misunderstanding” He whispers. “Lyla had a virus in her system…so I shut her down for now.” He explains, “I’m sorry if she scared you” He kisses the top of your head not letting you go. “Everything is okay…todo está bien.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Authors Note: OH GOD, this series is very popular. Thank you so much for the support. Make sure to like and reblog so others can be aware of my works! I'm working on requests and hopefully start the 100-follower special now that results are in. College is starting soon again so my time will be limited. Also, a few asked about my etsy shop so I will drop a link here and on my main post as well. There is so much to do! I have to finish this series and my Biomedical Engineer as well. I have a new idea for a future series, but I don't know if people would enjoy it like this one. It has to do with basically the young spiderlings find the yearbook of the reader and they see she looks like, "my daddy owns a yacht" kind of gal. She admits that she was a spoil teen before meeting Miguel and marrying him. Which the series takes back to the past where the reader is the spoil rich girl who falls in love with Miguel, someone of lower class. Consist of her breaking rules of her toxic family, seeing the other parts of the world her family shields her of, and tasting amazing street foods with Miguel as first dates. 😊🥰. It's just a thought. Anyway, thank you so much for the support! Sorry for any grammar errors. Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 220 *WOW!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH*)

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Spanish Translation: 1. Estás lista?: Are you ready or you ready? 2. No crees que estás mostrando demasiada piel: Don't you think you're showing too much skin? 3. Voy a deshacerme de ti...y tendré una vida feliz con ella antes de que se acabe el tiempo: I am going to get rid of you...and I am going to have a happy life with her before my time is up. 4. Qué demonios quieres decir con eso: What the hell do you mean with that 5. Pasó algo?: Did something happen? 6. No pasó nada: Nothing happened 7. todo está bien: Everything is okay

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impala-dreamer · 7 months

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Try It On

A Supernaturally Adorable Story

~Y/N and Dean like to spend their days off fooling around in the Bunker, and one particularly foolish day, they stumble into a room, and some items, she's never seen before...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

3,850 Words

Warnings: It's... Fluffy, Banter-y, Cute, Sexy, Kissy, Fun

A/N: This is for my free space for @jacklesversebingo ! And... special thanks to @deanwinchesterswitch for helping make the awesome art and showing me how to be better at that in general :)

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The thing you have to understand about the Men of Letters Bunker in Lebanon is that- it’s huge. Well, huge isn’t really the right word. It would be more accurate to describe it as massive- and deceptively so. Not only does it reach down two stories into the earth, but it’s also full of twists and turns and magic. Hallways seem to stretch on forever, lined with horizontal black tiles that trick the eye into believing there’s a dead-end where instead there’s a turn. There are forks in the road that elicit directional anxiety, staircases that lead nowhere, and hidden doorways that if taken, can lead to a random spot in the Bunker that seemed accessible only from the outside.

Once, Y/N had slipped through a small door in the Mechanical Room that she thought was a closet, only to end up standing behind the giant telescope in the Library.

Door numbers played games with her, multiplying and changing. Rooms appeared and disappeared, moved seemingly by magic, or perhaps only in her mind. It was impossible to navigate too far from the main areas without a map, or at the very least, her cell in hand should she accidentally get stuck somewhere new.

As far as Sam knew, there was only one map of the Bunker - the original blueprints to be exact - and the more he studied it, the more he realized that most of the underground lair was not included in the plans.

Life in the Bunker was nice. The cavernous rooms seemed to echo the quiet in a comforting way and although it was usually a little chilly, it was nice to be able to snuggle up in a big sweater or cuddle down in a blanket while reading in the Library. It was easy to find yourself with alone time, and even easier to sneak around in the shadows, finding fun ways to keep occupied while the monsters plotted beyond the big doors.

Those fun ways generally involved some kind of chase between Y/N and Dean which usually, if not always, ended with a trail of flannel leading into either’s bedroom. ‘Sex Tag’, Dean had dubbed it, though Y/N liked to pretend they were a tad less obvious and called it simply, ‘Hide and Seek’.

Last Thursday, one such game was in play. Y/N was the aggressor this time, quickly stalking Dean through the tunnels, her socked feet silent yet slippery on the highly polished tile floor. She raced around corners with a hand on the wall for stability and still almost always wiped out. Around such a turn, she caught a break as Dean, obviously somewhere nearby, let out a breathy laugh.

She spun to her left and spotted him halfway down the right hallway, leaning casually against the tiles. His bare ankles were crossed and off to the side, his arms were folded across his chest, navy Henley stretching sinfully over his biceps. His chin was low and he looked up with a devilish smirk, letting her know that despite having given away his location, he had no intention of letting her catch him yet.

“Caught you,” she announced, taking a short step towards him. She set her hands on her hips and stared him down.

Dean licked his lips and bit back a smile, forcing the tiny dimples above his mouth to pop. “Uh, you ain’t caught me yet…”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You really gonna make me come all the way over there?”

In one slick motion, Dean pushed himself away from the wall and dragged a hand back through his short hair. He peered over at her, green eyes dark with temptation. “Only if you wanna win.”

Y/N clicked her tongue, daring him to move. “I found you- that’s usually enough to garner a win.”

He turned to face her full on, bowed legs spread shoulder-width apart. He let his arms hang down as if he were at ease, but she knew he was ready to bolt.

“Usually,” he agreed.

“But not today?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head slowly. “Not today.”

Y/N took a step toward him. “No?”

Long fingers tensed against worn denim. “No. Today it’s a tag or nothing.”

She took another step and Dean’s jaw twitched.

“So, if I grab your ass,” she asked, “I win?”

Plump lips curled on one side. “If you can catch me, sure.”

She took a deep breath.

He mirrored.

She held in the air and took a step.

He lingered, daring, teasing.

On her exhale, Y/N pushed off on her right foot and broke into a run, her arms pumping, thighs straining to pick up speed while simultaneously fighting to stay upright on the slippery ground.

Dean waited exactly seven seconds before retreating. He spun on the spot; the balls of his bare feet squeaking gently on the tiles as he took off. The first few yards he dashed at full speed, just to put some space between himself and the huntress, but after a peek over his shoulder, he slowed, shifting into first gear. It wasn’t a Sex Tag if she didn’t eventually catch him, after all.

Y/N’s heart was pounding, skin heating up, muscles thrumming with adrenaline. Once close enough to smell the lingering aftershave on his neck, she reached out and grabbed blindly for him, catching the collar of his shirt and tugging hard.

Dean gasped at the sudden pull and his arms shot out at his sides, balancing even as Y/N jerked him backwards. She slipped as they both came to a screeching halt, and Dean caught her just before she hit the floor, surely saving her from a bruise or two.

Out of breath and victorious, Y/N straightened up and pushed at his chest, slamming him back into the wall. “Gotcha!”

He lifted his chin above her forearm and made a play of being pinned even though they both knew he could slip away without much effort.

“Still haven’t won yet,” he informed her.

Y/N huffed and reached an arm around him, grabbing his left ass cheek hard.

Dean held in a yelp.

“How ‘bout now?”

He grinned, drew his bottom lip in between his front teeth. “I fold.”

“Thought you might.”

To seal the deal, Y/N pushed up on her toes and kissed him hard. The arm barring his chest dropped and Dean wrapped his arms around her, tugging her closer and spinning so she was against the wall.

His tongue slid across her lips and her hands slipped down his chest. He bucked his hips against her and she moaned through the kiss. Her fingers bunched up around his stomach, grabbing at the navy fabric, wanting him closer.

He shivered and trailed his lips across her cheek, dropped a kiss by her ear, let out a heavy breath that prickled her skin.

“Want you,” he growled, rocking into her once more. “Now.”

Delicate fingers tucked up beneath his shirt and scraped down his belly. Y/N drew a finger across his hip bone and looked up at him, teeth snagged, eyes glazed beneath batting lashes.

“Right here.”

It wasn’t a question.

Dean pushed himself up, set his hand on the wall beside her, stared down with a shy grin. “Yeah?”

She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged. “Yeah. Right here.”

Green eyes went wide and freckled cheeks blushed. Hesitantly, he dropped his right hand to her breast and felt for her nipple through the layers of fabric.

Y/N arched her back against the wall, pushing her chest out and moaning loudly.

The echo scared him and Dean looked cautiously over his shoulders.

“What? Afraid your brother’s lurking?” she teased.

He huffed out a sarcastic laugh but looked back again, certain they’d be caught. “Yeah… OK, maybe a little.”

Y/N held his gaze and snapped her fingers over his jeans, popping the brass button open. He hissed as her hand snuck down inside; the zipper easing open to give her more room.

“Someday,” she whispered, drawing his attention closer as she traced his quickly stiffening cock with her thumb. “I’ll get you to indulge my public sex fantasy…”

His eyes went wide when she cupped his dick in her warm hand. “Fuck!”

Quickly but reluctantly, he pulled her hand away and reached for the doorknob on her left. The lock was in place and he issued an annoyed huff.

Y/N watched as he fumbled with the door across the way - also locked - and then cleared her throat.

“We can just go back to my place,” she offered. “Though, I’m not quite sure how to get back there…”

Dean was already on the next door. “No, no. We’re gonna… just… find a spot to hide in… and- yes!” The fourth door he tried opened and he waved Y/N over.

She followed through the portal and nearly stumbled into him as the darkness devoured them both.

Just a bit scared, Y/N spun around as Dean shut the door. “A little light would be nice!”

“Workin’ on it!”

She took a step backward and hit an unexpectedly soft barrier. She turned, feeling with cautious hands, a wall of hanging fabrics. Confused, she reached higher and felt a metal rod and plastic hangers.

“Is this…”

Dean found his way to the switch and two hanging lights flipped on.

“... a closet-” Y/N’s excitement grew when her eyes adjusted. “What… on earth…”

Dean hummed curiously. “Oh shit. I didn’t realize we were over here.”

Y/N took a look around. “Where exactly is here?”

“South of the kitchen,” he replied. “Or east. I can’t remember.”

She was awed.

It was a bedroom, or at least, used to be. The layout was familiar. The standard full bed with its ugly green blanket was there, as was the writing desk and the random sink against the front wall. Everything was the same except for the massive collection of costumes. The perimeter was lined with bulging clothing racks and boxes filled with shoes. Hats of all varieties hung on nails hammered into the plaster walls and ties in just about every shade of blue and red were neatly displayed on a hanging rack by the door.

With an amused smile growing on her lips, Y/N ran her hands over the shirts on the left side of the room and plucked a brightly colored Hawiian shirt from the rack. She turned, holding it up for Dean to see.

“This yours?” She held in a laugh.

He clicked his tongue and grabbed at the hanger, pulling it away. “Hey. I like this shirt.”

“It’s… loud.”

He glared. “It’s a disguise, OK?” Carefully, he put the flowered button-down back in its place. “They all are.”

“Not a very subtle one,” she joked, shaking her head as she flipped through the rack. “Oh my…”

Next, she pulled free a leather jacket and caressed it gently. “Now this- I like this.”

Dean rolled his eyes as she shrugged on the quilted leather. “Of course you do. Chicks dig guys in leather.”

Y/N fit her arms into the long sleeves and popped the collar up around her neck. “Whatcha think?” She posed for him and Dean stood back, checking her out.

“Very hot. You got a real… Rizzo vibe goin’ on.”

She tongued her cheek and popped a hip his way. “Yeah? You gonna mark me up, Kenickie?”

Dean whistled and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “You better believe it…”

Y/N chewed her lip and took a step, ready to attack him. Before she could get the momentum, a dirty mustard-colored sleeve grabbed her attention and she shifted course.

“Is that?” She tugged the costume from the rack and held it up to look it over. “When were you a fireman?”

Dean sighed. “I don’t know- years ago.”

“And you kept the outfit?”

He shrugged. “Yeah… I guess.”

She narrowed her eyes curiously and leaned in, taking a sniff of the coat. It was musty but unburned. “Why?”

Something stirred inside and Dean felt suddenly like he had to defend himself from her scrutiny, but at the same time, he couldn’t figure out why. His answer came out in a stumble of letters that tried to climb over and inside each other.

“It’s not- don’t- you just- who- I don’t know!” In a snit, he grabbed the suit and shoved it back in its place. “Do you have to touch everything?”

Y/N held her amusement inside. “Yes. Yes I do.”

Twirling around him, she jumped up and tipped a tan Stetson from its hook. It fell onto his head easily and Y/N nodded in approval.

“Awesome.”

Dean inhaled deeply, pushing down his annoyance even as his cheeks burned. “Yeah, yeah… go on. Make fun of me.”

“Oh, I will never make fun of Cowboy Dean.”

He looked up at her from under the brim and she winked, soothing his hurt.

Feeling guilty, Y/N sashayed up to him and lifted his chin with two fingers. “I think it’s cool that you kept all this.”

His brows creased. “Yeah?”

She smiled. “Absolutely. Even cooler that you got to wear it all. I’ve only ever gone undercover as a Fed. This is…” She paused and looked around the room. Lab coats and police uniforms and bright orange construction vest looked back at her. “This is cool.”

Dean softened and fit his arm around her waist, hand flat on the small of her back. “You were a doctor once, if I remember…”

“A lab tech,” she corrected, lightly jabbing a finger into his chest.

He nodded. “Ah, right. I remember you in that white coat… and that tiny skirt that barely covered your-”

“Hey!”

She slapped him and he lunged for her, stealing her breath with a deep kiss. Wrapping her fingers around the open collar of his shirt, Y/N tugged him closer, licked into his mouth, hummed at the sugary taste of him. A late breakfast of black coffee and a powdered donut lingered on his tongue.

His eyes were closed when she pulled back, his pouty lips puckered and searching for more. She laughed.

“Know what’d be super hot?” she whispered, walking her fingers up to loop around the nape of his neck.

Dean set his hands on her hips, thumbs cutting circles in the soft flesh beneath her shirt. “What’s that?”

She spun away again and waltzed to the other side of the room, plucking a disguise from the rack at random. Without looking, she tossed it at Dean who caught it before the hanger poked his eye out.

“Wear it for me,” she said, desire dripping from her lips.

“You’re crazy,” he laughed.

Y/N pouted and fluttered her eyes at him. “Come on, Dean… try it on.”

Intrigued, he examined the outfit she’d chosen. It was the pale blue shirt and dark slacks of a navy uniform, complete with white Dixie Cup hat.

“You’re serious.”

She nodded. “I am.”

He fiddled with the buttons. “Yeah… I’m not doin’ that.”

“Come on, baby… put on a show for me…”

He felt a twinge in his gut and blood rushed to his cock. He sighed dramatically. “Fine. Have a seat…”

Stetson returned safely to its hook, Dean rearranged the rack by the door so he could hide behind it as he changed. The move wasn’t out of modesty, as there wasn’t much privacy left between them, but purely for the game.

Y/N appreciated the little touch and set herself up on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for the show to begin. From the corner of her eye, she spied a cardboard box on the floor with a glinting bit of chrome inside.

The chrome trimmed out the edges of an old yet professional looking camera and Y/N held in a delighted laugh. Stealing it, she set herself up in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, fingers learning the buttons. By the time Dean was ready, so was she.

Dean cleared his throat and lifted his voice up over the dividing rack. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

Y/N bit her lip and closed one eye, looking through the lens finder with the other. “Ready, Commander!”

With much dramatic flare, Dean whipped around the rack and appeared in all his naval glory. Gone was his soft Henley and loose, old jeans, replaced by the tight slacks and tucked-in button down shirt. The cap sat tilted on his skull and his eyes bright; playful yet shy.

“Actually, Miss,” he corrected, “that’s Ensign Winchester.”

“You demoted yourself,” she laughed. “Fun.”

Before he could snap back with something clever, a snap disturbed him.

So engrossed in his own costume, Dean hadn’t noticed the long, black camera lens pointed at him.

She snapped a quick shot, then another.

“Perfect…” Two more in quick succession. “Give us a twirl, will ya?”

Shocked and embarrassed, Dean struggled to cover himself by grabbing a gray phone operator’s jumpsuit from the rack.

Y/N whistled. “Oh, yes! That one next!”

Dean scoffed. “In your dreams.” He heard another click of the camera and ripped the cap from his head. “Quit it, will ya?”

“Nope. This is great stuff. Very sexy.”

He groaned. “I hate you so much right now.”

Pouting, she dropped the camera onto the bed and leaned back on her arms, hands barely sinking into the ancient mattress. “Oh, come on…”

Looking up, he found her playfully sad and couldn’t resist the puckered frown of her pretty lips or the fake tears brewing in her beautiful eyes.

He sighed heavily and let the jumpsuit fall to the floor in a heap of cheap polyester. “Fine.”

Arms out, he took a step into the middle of the room and did a quick spin, showing off how tightly the pants hugged his cute little ass.

Y/N grinned and held in a hungry moan. “That’s it, Ensign. Back that thang up.”

Rolling his eyes, he gave her a little shake and then walked away, returning to his sanctuary behind the rack.

“What’s next?” she asked, retrieving the camera and fiddling with the settings.

“Nothing.”

“You’re no fun…”

He was glad the clothing was hiding his smile. Of course he was going to model for her. He’d do just about anything she asked, apparently including, playing dress up on a random Thursday afternoon.

He cleared the smile from his throat and turned up the gruff. “Hold your horses!”

Y/N hid a laugh. “Oh, is there a full cowboy outfit I should know about?”

Dean clicked his tongue. “There is. But dream on.”

“I sure will…”

Fabric rustled and the rack shook a little.

Y/N toyed with the zoom. “Where’s this camera from, anyway? There’s still film in it.”

“Sam sometimes pulls that out when we do the journalist cover. I think he just likes playing with big, long things.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, probably. Though, I don’t think he needs to compensate for anything.”

Startled, Dean’s head popped up over the rack and he glared at her.

“Nevermind…” She batted her lashes and away his concern.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Show me something sexy,” she urged, wiggling on the bed to get comfortable.

“Sexy, huh?” He adjusted his sleeves and took a breath. “How’s this for sexy?”

Around the corner came Mr. Winchester in a dark brown uniform with matching pants and shirt, black belt and a shiny badge over his heart.

She was confused. “UPS driver?”

He scoffed and smoothed out the shirt. “Park Ranger!” Turning, he showed off the patch on his right shoulder. “Love this one. I look good in brown.”

Y/N snapped a few pictures but ultimately vetoed the outfit. “No one looks good in head-to-toe brown.”

Dean scowled and slunk off to change yet again.

Next, a white bit of plastic was fit around his throat and his hair was quickly parted on the side, raked through by thick fingers. The black clerics of a priest were intriguing, but Y/N felt funny kissing a holy man, so she quickly pushed Father Dean away.

A set of green surgeon scrubs were documented but waved away, as were two ill-fitting lab coats of varying lengths, although Y/N thought to sneak a stethoscope away for later.

When Dean revealed what he thought would seal the deal, he was met with nothing but such roaring laughter as to give Y/N a coughing fit.

“What? My legs are sexy!”

Y/N tried to calm herself, but the sight of Dean in tiny red gym shorts and sweat bands around his forehead and wrists was simply too much for her to take.

“When- what- where-” She nearly choked and fell back against the mattress, shielding her gaze from the costume.

With a devastated sigh, Dean turned and ripped the white polo from his back. “Ya know, I was a damned good gym teacher that week!”

“Flag on the play, babe,” she wheezed.

“Fine!” Defeated, he threw his hands up and shrugged. “I don’t know what you want.”

Y/N took a calming breath and scooted to the foot of the bed. “I don’t know…”

“Then I can’t give it to you!”

“Hey! Don’t yell at me. We’re just fooling around.”

He hissed. “I wanna be fooling around, that’s the point.”

“Well, then show me something I can’t resist,” she encouraged. “Find me that one outfit that turns my gears so tight they’ll snap.”

“That’s… not how gears work…”

Eyes rolled hard; teeth were sucked. “Just… you know what I mean.”

“Fine.”

Hangers were shifted about, cheap fabrics were rumpled and tossed aside.

After much foot tapping and debating, Dean made a selection at random and prepared to wave the white flag.

One foot out from behind the rack, however, he knew he had chosen wisely.

Y/N’s jaw dropped and the lens slowly lowered. Her eyes went wide and she felt her skin flush.

“Oh. Oh my…”

Curious, Dean stepped closer and opened his arms. “Really?”

Mouth watering and heart beating hard, Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I have no idea why, but that’s it.”

His brows creased. He dipped his chin and stared at her. “Really.”

Y/N licked her lips and nodded. The heat drained from her cheeks and headed downwards, traveling like his gaze over her breasts and settling between her thighs. “Really.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Don’t care,” she said quickly, standing up and reaching for him. “Get over here, professor.”

Her fingertips grazed over the thick, beige wool of his cable knit sweater, hooked around the big, wooden buttons and tugged him close.

Dean’s eyes lit up with lustful wonder.

“Actually, I was a child psychologist in this thing-”

Another tug on the bulky cardigan had him stumbling down onto the bed with her. “I don’t care. Just fuck me…”

Dean licked his lips and ghosted his fingers over the soft leather hiding her body from him. “Yes, Ma’am.”

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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WE NEED MORE DAD MAX PLEASE!!! what about going on vacation with the twins to their private villa in st.barths?

You ask, I deliver 🫡

This is on connection of the Disney World blurb 💘

SAFE HAVEN | MAX VERSTAPPEN BLURB

Beach was never really your thing, preferring other plans rather than sitting on the sand. That was until Max brought you to his little paradise on earth: St. Barthelemy.

It became your safe haven, when you were staying it was the place where you could lay down in the sun, teasing Max about his uneven tan, lazy make out sessions with the crashing waves and orange sunsets as witnesses, with no worries of nosy hotel workers who could leak Max’s location to paparazzi or over eager fans.

It was on the same white sand and Caribbean waves where he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. A year later, under the same sunset you told him you were pregnant, and hid from the world during his summer break, keeping the growing belly away from everything and everyone, just the two of you, still unaware that not only one, but two mini Verstappens were going to change your lives.

Of course the villa was the place where Luca and Mila saw their first vacations just when they were a few months old and couldn’t take wobbly steps by themselves, you and Max always guiding them. Now, four years later, they knew every door and the space of the private beach just like they did your family home in Monte-Carlo.

It was nearly 8 AM when you heard soft footsteps on the kitchen and the voice of Mila telling her brother to keep quiet as Luca stomped over something, all the conversation in perfect Dutch. Squeezing your eyes, you left a quick kiss on Max’s bare chest. He stirred in his sleep, lowering his body and placing his head on your chest, earning a raspy chuckle from you.

“Wake up, the kids are already up and probably making a mess in the kitchen,” you informed your husband who groaned and tightened his grip and started leaving sleepy kisses very near of your boobs. Asking him to stop his attack, you giggled and left a kiss on his messy hair before getting up and putting on Max’s shirt from the night before and calling for the twins.

Max quickly sat up on the bed and prepared for the twins to jump into the bed, engulfing them on his arms and playfully messing with Luca’s dirty blond hair, while also caressing a mysterious spot on the corner of Mila’s mouth.

“Is this…” Max traced the spot and pretended to taste it. “Is this chocolate? How come there’s chocolate here, M?” He feigned confusion, but couldn’t keep his case as his daughter gave him her best puppy eyes, a foolproof method to get the multiple world champion wrapped around her finger, and even at her very young age, she knew her Papa was her protector and favorite human. Not that she’s ever tell you that.

“Papa, no! Not chocolate,” Mila argued placing her small hands on Max’s cheeks, squishing them making Luca and you laugh as Max’s face contorted and looked like a duck.

Luca quickly contradicted his twin’s words, telling his parents that Mila had eaten the last piece of chocolate cake and before the two could start arguing, you took Mila on your arms, away from Max who quickly got up and placed Luca on his arms.

“How about we have some breakfast and head to the beach a little bit, yes?” You suggested and the twins cheered.

“Come on, Luke, let’s choose the trunks for today” Max placed his son back on the floor and walked him to the closet, professionally handling Luca, taking off his pajamas, leading him to the bathroom and helping him change into his orange trunks. Luca ran away from Max as soon as he knew what was coming.

“No, Luca! You need sunscreen!” Max tried to reason with his child, but the little boy Verstappen was too much like his father, something Max was aware since you never stopped reminding him. It wasn’t just his dirty blond/light brunette hair, it was the way Luca furrowed his eyebrows and wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut when he was being told off.

“No, it’s sticky!” Luca crossed his arms, earning a smile from Max just by looking at his adorable son trying to take a stand against sunscreen.

“Ok, no sunscreen min liefde, but that means no beach and you’re staying inside while your sister and mama go outside.”

Max internally smiled as his carbon copy walked inside the bedroom again, complaining on a low voice, was it Dutch or German? Max made a mental note to talk to the twins in Dutch so they would grow more accustomed to it. All of these thoughts took place as Luca walked away from his dad, stomping and crossing his arms. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Max helped Luca out on a pink UV protection shirt before heading outside.

Like connection, Mila chose her favorite orange swimsuit with pink polka dots, perfectly matching his twin. They quickly threw themselves on the sand, paying little attention to your voice telling them to not leave your sight as they started drawing on the sand.

While keeping an eye on the twins, a hand made contact with your behind, squeezing it like it was his own body, earning a high pitched and surprised whimper from your lips. “Watch it, Verstappen. These kids are a menace just like you, so there’s no alone time today.” You said leaving a kiss on his plump lips, while also sneaking your hand to his behind, making Max smile on your lips.

“M, Luke! Come on, let’s test the water” Max called for his children, both who happily ran towards him.

While on the sand, you happily looked at your family, and the joyous smile on Max’s face as the twins attacked him with a water attack.

St. Barths would always be the safe haven of your little family.

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dairy-farmer · 5 months

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Am on a reversal of my other prompts kick~ :3c

Imagine~~

The Time Loop Prompt! A perfectly average, nothing happening, boring 24 hours. BUT THIS TIME?? It's NOT Tim who gets trapped! It's our dear Bat Boys!

Tim is still patrolling, been distant. Considering going back to The Nest. This upsets Bruce but he doesn't want to push and drive Tim away. Aggravates Damian, who is supposed to be putting away the Suspect Unknown Magical Object.

The more he listens to Drake make excuses, the more annoyed he gets. He gets careless. Too rough. Jason arrives, planning to look something up, but notices and corrects him. It's the final straw. He slams the idol down.

It shatters.

Magic sweeps the cave. Oh Shit.

Tim HEARD that. Respond. Respond! He's coming over! Tim IMMEDIATELY changes his plans. Awkwardness be damned, they just got exposed to Unknown Magics. He arrives. The Bats manage to peel themselves off the floor. Run through their standard "are we compromised" tests. So far? Nothing.

But Tim is gonna stay the night, just to safe. A 24 hour watch.

The next day is quiet. Maybe it really was nothing? Or it hasn't hit yet, knowing their luck. Could have just been the showy bang itself. Still... it's nice to actually have Tim AROUND for once. They wish they knew how to say that without starting a fight. They watch him head out around midnight. They hate it.

The NEXT day though? Oh. So THAT'S what it did. Timeloop. Well that's annoying. Except... except Tim's expression says he has no idea what they are talking about. But he was THERE, was he? They compare notes. And...

No. No, he wasn't. He HEARD the idol breaking, but wasn't actually THERE for it. He's outside of the Loop. So he'll have to take their word on it. Now, what are their options? Magic users, right?

They spend the day trying to figure out who they need to talk too. Then the next. Then the NEXT. Gods damn it they hate magic so, SO much. But! Constantine SHOULD be able to brute force them out? They are told this sort of situation is "his thing". Fine. So where is he?

Yeeeeah, about that.....

Bruce closes the link before he says something he will probably not regret, but would be DEEPLY unprofessional. Apparently they are on their own finding Constantine. Last known location: "probably Earth".

Fantastic.

It takes the rest of that loop to put together a functional program. One that will search for the House of Mysteries in a grid pattern, spanning the entirety of the planet. They cut it close, but manage to memorize it.

Next loop, start the program. Which... takes ALL of the Bat computer's processing power to run.. meaning they can't work on any cases. Now what?

They disperse. Try to find something to do. Read that book, finally play that game, maybe work on that art project. But... what's the POINT if all their progress gets undone? They try new foods, take naps, check out places they've put off going too.

The program has barely made a dent. The entire planet is not a SMALL place to search after all.

It's Dick who gets lonely first. Gets ideas. He'll swear of course, he didn't. It just... his friends are busy. Thanks to the loop? They'll STAY busy. Forever. He wants to hang out. Misses his Timmy Time. Things aren't great between them. But he is trying to be better.

And for Tim? It's a Rule. If someone stuck in a Timeloop wants to hang out, you hang out. Because YOU may have spoken to them yesterday, but for them? They could have been trapped alone for years. So he sighs and let's Dick drag him along.

Dick is THRILLED. Tim is having fun. HE'S having fun.

He genuinely can't remember when last it was just the two of them. Hanging out. Does Tim even skateboard anymore? Still WANT to see that photo exhibit? Yeah, Tim is having fun. But Dick gets the vibe he's humoring him. That... that he doesn't even KNOW him anymore.

So next loop he tries again.

It's not like Tim remembers their last hang out. He can keep trying! Movies and events and outings. Has he ever taken Timmy dancing, he wonders? Let's hit the clubs! Everything and anything! See what gets a spark of interest.

And... listen, maybe the clubbing was a mistake. Yes, Timmy is old enough. Yes, he had fun. But so did Dick. They got dressed up Super Hot. They got tipsy. Dick made sure to watch over Tim while he was their, made sure no one harassed him or put anything in his drink. Let him have fun in the loud music and strobing lights.

And... and... Realized Timmy... Timmers Tim Tim... grew up Hot. Watched him move. Laugh. Be gorgeous and relaxed in a way he rarely gets to be, surrounded by people who WANT him but who could NEVER know him like Dick does.

He... he should not be having these thoughts. Not about his baby brother. It's a distant thought. Weak in the face of things sliding into place at long last. Finally a name to apply to the complicated MESS that sat between them. One that seemed to come from HIM and not Tim. Oh.

His hands linger more then they should, helping his tipsy brother home. He dumps them both in his bed. Legs tangled, clothes on. Just to soak up the warmth of Timmy's body and press close, close, CLOSE. To let mad thought and insane plans rumble to life in his head. He shouldn't. He has to shut these thoughts down NOW while he still has a chance.

Tim is so warm. A bit giggly and boneless from the elaborate cocktails he wanted to try. Cologne all but washed off by sweat and stinking of the club. But... but cuddling him BACK for the first time in as long as he can remember, outside of an Ivy breakout. He wants and wants and wants. What if he could KEEP this?

It's so warm.

And waking up is so cold. No Tim. Just a reset timeloop and empty bed. Tim remembers nothing. But Dick does. Things have shifted. Lets go clubbing, Timmy! Why PAY for their cocktails when I can make better ones! It's called pre-gaming!

Soon they are tipsy, it's barely mid-day. But Tim is gorgeous and laughing. But, WHOOPS! Dick spilled his drink on your pants! Thank god we're still at home, huh? You can still change. BTW, unrelated, past boyfriends? Wanna rant?

He distracts Tim, pants off, with a rant. Nudges the conversation where he wants it. Dick's not nearly as drunk as he's pretending. But Tipsy Tim? Has GRIEVANCES! Don't get him wrong! He LOVES trying new positions! Practicing his BJs! So sue him, he's a perfectionist! But does that mean he never wants a little reciprocal action? No!

He, in fact, very much DOES want to get eaten out! Constantly! And other things! CONSTANTLY! He's horny and stressed okay? They lead stressful lives! But GOD FORBID men who will dive head first into radioactive goo monsters, put their Precious Wittle Mouths anywhere near his-!

Dick takes his chance. HE would never do that. You deserve BETTER. Have all those cases on the Bat computer, all that work at WE. He crowds forward, not looming, on his knees. Hands resting on Tim's hips. Not doing anything. Just so very, very Close.

Tim deserves to relax... doesn't he?

And Tim is torn. This does not seem like normal Dick behavior, but? Timeloop? Booze? And does he WANT this? Dick IS his childhood hero. He's had dreams about stuff like this. Should say no though. But then Dick leans forward, rests his flushed cheek against the soft skin of Tim's stomach. Rubs, just to feel them glide against each other.

Tim shudders. Y.. yeah. He deserves to relax. He mutters.

Like blood in the water before a shark. Tim squeaks he's lifted and moved so fast. He's being pressed down to the end of Dick's bed. He barely has time to register his boyshorts disappearing before his legs are lifted and spread. Then skilled, wet, heat is PLUNDERING him and he's jerking so hard you'd think he was tazered. Hands scrambling along Dick's sheets for any sort of purchase.

Gasping for air, whimpering, he can't for enough coherent thought to tell Dick to just-! Oh god! S-slow down! He spasms apart and then? Oh god. Clever, clever fingers. Sliding deep and rubbing just-! Dick is VERY good with his mouth. Tim come apart again and again, until he's desperately grabbing for Dicks head, slurring weakly for it to stop. For Dick to let him REST.

It's so god damn PERFECT. Dick has never seen anything better. Flushed and boneless and taken car off so good. He gently hauls him up the bed. Gets his Timmy all warm and snuggly. Then slides slick and perfect into his pampered little hole. Wraps him up close for a cuddle. Just the two of them, as he fucks. So, so good~

It's more of a rut then anything, honestly. But holding him? Feeling the gushing wet hole flutter around him as he rocks and rocks, just chasing his pleasure? Tim is so GOOD for him. A twitching, drooling, exhausted mess wrapped up in a safe little bundle, here in his arms. He slides as deep as he can, when he cums. Keeps Tim close and full.

Fails to notice, near midnight, when someone comes looking for him.

Tim may not remember, but Damian sure does. And he is NOT best pleased. Have you LOST YOUR MIND?! He may not li.. may have.. there may be strained relations between him and Drake, but that does not mean he will allow these PERVERSIONS!

Tim is baffled and wary. The Demon Child is sticking to him like glue. Dick keeps trying to subtlety separate them but what say WHY. As the day progresses, it escalates.

The NEXT Same Day? Tim is out right ALARMED. Dick tries to kidnap him for "bro time"? Did the magic idol turn him evil?! Shit! KON! He spends the day at the Kent farm.

Next loop? Wakes up in a safe house. One of Bruce's? WHY? Oh fuck. Damian's kidnapped him. Wait.... are... are these Bruce's KINK restraints?! Damian What The FUCK?!

And... look. Damian's at the end of his rope here. Richard is NOT giving up. Has years more experience and a plethora of allies. Drake doesn't even realize he's IN peril! No! Shut up!

He gags Tim. Begins explaining. Looks unhinged. Pacing back and forth. First the time loop, which is his fault. He KNEW better then to let his temper get the better of him! Has been working tirelessly to-! It doesn't matter. First the timeloop. His fault. Then Richard acting suspicious. Nothing out of place though? Until it WAS!

Liquor supplies raided! Held up in his room all day! Damian was suspicious!

The BASTARD! Forever going on about Family this and Family that! Blood relations don't mean anything! Still FAMILY!! He just wanted-!

Damian freezes, mid rant. Things connecting in his mind. Tim doesn't know WHAT and is too busy trying to get free of his cuffs to care. But then Damian spins to look at him. Eyes intense in a way that is VERY AL Ghul and thus VERY concerning.

Damian figured it out. Richard wanted Tim for himself. Of course he did. Tim is the favorite apprentice. Richard lied to Damian so Damian wouldn't be compition. He KNEW Damian desired Timothy and was doing everything he could to discourage it! Because Damian is the rightful heir. He has more to offer. Is a dangerous rival to have. He figure it out!

Tim has no idea what's happening and Damian may have finally gone insane.

Why is he coming closer? No! No coming closer! Go be insane somewhere ELSE! But Damian does not. He's not just Wayne stubborn. He's AL Ghul stubborn. He can TOTALLY seduce his freaked out, tied up, brother-rival!

Tim tries to kick him in the face.

Works for him. He's done research, he knows Dick's modis operandi. It apparently WORKS so... Holding the legs that tried to kick him, he inches forward. To tug sleep shorts out of the way until they are trapped near bound knees.

If Tim could remember it, could compare them, he'd tell you Damian is rougher then Dick. Demanding and exploring, tounge hot as it goes where it pleases. That he was far more merciless, in his inexperience, as that demanding mouth sucks and licks and toys with his clit. He chokes on air. Jerks and thrashes against the restraints binding him.

He's barely aware of Damian reaching for something, of some sort of noises, as he tries to escape the onslaught. But then there are demanding fingers. Slick and clumsy. Exploring, pushing deep as they can, more STUFFING him then fucking him. Full. Too much!

Something else replaces them. Over lubed. It SQUELCHS going in. Whats?

If nothing else, Damian has an EXCELLENT eye for sex toys. Tim all but HOWLS when he flips the vibrator on. Unthinkingly cranking it high, with little thought for Tim's sensitive hole. The orgasm is DRAGGED out of him. He.. he doesn't think Damian can even TELL he came. He's to distracted by eating him out.

Oh god. Tim's gonna die.

The vibrator keeps going.

By the time the loop resets, Damian has used several "interesting" toys he's tried. And fucked Tim's poor, throbbing hole full. Tim is losing time. His shoulders are screaming from the restraints and he's passed at least twice. Damian has... has never been softer with him.

Whispering praise and kissing every bit of skin he can reach. Cuddling close. Touching him reverently. Tim doesn't know how to feel. Doesn't... Doesn't understand.

He wakes up and doesn't remember.

Jason, however, catches both Dickface and the Hellion trying to kidnap his Replacement. Has some Opinions about that. He'd THOUGHT things were too quite.

There goes his reading day. And he'd been making such good progress on his books. This is some BULLSHIT. Meh, Timbers can sleep on the couch. Back to his regancy novel. Except of course his life could never be that easy. The fuckers team up. Lie their asses off to some Kryptonians. And he KNOWS that Kon-El has been just WAITING for an excuse, so DICK MOVE you FUCKERS! Oh shit!

Now they are in a lead lined bunker. No quality literature in sight. Timbits is convinced the idol turned everyone but him evil and you know what? Yeah. Yeah that's EXACTLY what happened. We should kick them in the dicks about it. It's the only heroic thing to do, really.

But then the fuckers FIND his lead bunker. HOW.

And the squirrly little shit he's trying to protect goes "don't worry, I got a place". Next thing he knows? Bam. Just... just a fuckin WALL of pictures of baby him. Timbers had a secret, Kryptonian-proof, stalker bunker? Oh. My. God. This is the creepiest, hottest, most pathetic thing he's ever seen.

Is that one of those WAIFU PILLOWS? Oh my God it IS! It's HIM! Booty shorts and all! Bruce shut that shit DOWN. They only ever managed to sell 15!

Tim regrets everything. Please. Just... for the love of all that is holy. Evil family members? Remember? Ignore my Secret Shame Bunker.

Jason will not. Don't think he didn't see the Red Hood merch. Supporting crime alley merchants are we? Cause they are the ONLY ones who sell those. The rest you had to have MADE. You're a creepy little fanboy. Holy shit. How did he FORGET that?

......Jason kinda needs to bend you over that creepy waifu pillow on those Red Hood sheets and fuck your brains out. Get over here. Now.

Tim would... LIKE to say as both a collector and self respecting vigilante, he doesn't desecrate his collection and get wildly distracted. But. Well. He would be a lying liar who lies. He's face down, ass in the air in SECONDS. Jason pounds him like he's trying to permanently bruise his hips. Makes him admit to all sorts of things he SWORE he'd take to the grave. Then flips him on his back, bends him in half, and goes AGAIN.

Somehow he finds Tim's old self-interest fanfiction. Drags Tim's head down to blow him as he reads it out loud. There are literary critiques. Tim's too distracted by the cock in his mouth to care.

Dawn comes. Tim does not remember. Jason wages war against the two fuckos who would prevent take two of "The Secret Fuck Bunker: An Epic Romance." He is INVESTED.

Bruce... finally acknowledges he can't keep ignoring whatever nonsense his sons are getting up too. It's loud and getting in the way of, you know, BREAKING THE TIME LOOP. You remember that, RIGHT children of his? He banishes them from the house. Well, Alfred does. He nods and agrees to it.

Tim is concerned but understanding. Bruce explains what progress they've made. They... they talk. Tim is supportive. He always has been, even when Bruce did not deserve it. Bruce.. admits the loop could not have come at a worse time.

The anniversary of- When he was lost in time? Tim finishes.

Yes. Being unmoored. Lost, trapped, and helpless before a force you can't so much as touch. Bruce has never liked timeloops. They are made to drive men mad.

Hesitantly, Tim climbs into his lap. Heavy and warm. Alive. Here. Arms wrap around Bruce in a hug and he just? Let's himself... breathe. Holds his boy back. Anchored and okay, if only for now. The hum of the computer, the chattering of bats, the smell of Tim's cologne. It's meditative.

Hands, running soothing fingers through his hair, gripping his sweater. A head resting against his own, Tim's lips ghosting against his forehead. Nearly a kiss, mostly just closeness. It's... it's the stillness that does it. Let's the thought he refused to think, finally slink forward. It's just them here.

And only he will remember.

But... He is an old and broken man. Has insisted on playing Father figure for so long, for all he did it so poorly. What right does he have to think this, much less ACT on it? To complicate Tim's life. Try to be something he's not even sure he can manage? What right does he have?

And why? He wonders, rubbing his exhausted cheek against the softness of Tim's shirt. Is he so very weak, so selfish, when it comes to love?

Tim's fingers pause... and then continue.

They have always been a lot alike. This may have been inevitable. But a day spent camping in his chair is not. It's terrible for his back. And for all that the loop may reset physical exhaustion, they clearly do nothing for mental exhaustion. The program will run just fine on its own, Bruce. Too bed with you.

For the first time in years, that old Batman Mischief. Oh? And who will keep him there? Hmm? You? Better supervise him. Make sure he stays. Tim's laugh fills the cave. Guess he has no choice then, does he?

Shukking clothes, Bruce feels decades younger. Back when the world wasn't so heavy on his shoulders. Just two young men, a soft bed, in the dark. He kisses Tim breathless as he works him open. Finds sensitive spots on his neck as he wrings and orgasm out of his boy, just to get him relaxed. Plenty of lube and stretching, and he's sinking in. Slow and relentless.

Tim gasping, shaking, gripping his arms like a lifeline. Tim feel like he's being impaled on a log. If he didn't love Bruce he'd have called it off the second his pants were off. He's never sitting again. Never WALKING again. It's not even rubbing against anything, just pressure. But... but Bruce is looking at him with such AWE and in such PLEASURE and he.. he cant.....

Bruce starts slow and relentless. Just getting Tim's body to let him GO. To stop clenching and relax. Little by little. Then faster. Harder. It feels ruinous. No ones ever going to be able to stuff Tim like this. He can't even tell if he LIKES it. So much. Full. Stretched and sloppy and all his inside pumped to pieces.

Should be crude. Violent. He's being RUINED. But Bruce is so loving. Holding him and praising him and kissing him. Gasping like it's the best he's ever had. That's cheating. How us Tim supposed to be mad if he does that? And then Bruce cums in him and he can't even... even...

Bruce loses count, how many rounds they go. Tim is absolutely fuck drunk and gapping, his poor little hole drooling and twitching around nothing. He should have held back. Next time he'll hold back.

Probably.

He pulls his sweet boy close and just... let's himself exsist. Holds him. Everything is warm and good. He drifts off.

And wakes up alone. Start of the loop.

Bruce breaks some things.

He also puts two and two together, as he stalks his was to go fetch Tim. The odd behavior of his sons makes a.. sudden sort of sense. Family Room. Now. Let Tim sleep.

No one wants to admit to anything. Them? Take advantage on the timeloop? They would never! Take advantage of Tim's lack of MEMORY of the loops? They would NEVER! In fact! What were YOU doing at the devils sacrament, goodie Procter?!

Accusations are thrown.

Bruce asks if they're done.

Because this can go one of two ways. They leave Tim alone until after the loops after finished. OR? They share.

What.

Tim can't make an informed decision with less then 24hours of information to go off of. We may remember our time bonding with him. But HE does not. We share, he decides. What, if anything, he'll do AFTER the loop ends. No fighting or No Tim.

Argue and I'll have Clark remove Tim from the house each day, every day, at midnight. Full 24 hours. Try me.

Tim wakes up to a VERY weird energy in the studio today. The vibes are Off. You guys... good? They explain the Timeloop. He chooses to believe it's that.

Right up until Jason pulls him into a guest bedroom and fucks him on the floor.

It takes a lot of days Tim doesn't remember, for the program to Find Constantine. He gets fucked in his bed, his brothers bed, the batcave. There are threesomes he doesn't remember. Face fucking. Machines. Each morning, the SAME morning, his family greet him with a stranger and stranger energy he can't quite place. He's missing something.

They find Constantine right before a loop resets. Tim is asleep when they head out to Argentina. He goes from dead asleep to WIDE FUCKING AWAKE.

TIM. REMEMBERS.

Oh, you BASTARDS. Not even a DRINK first? What is he, a cheap date?? Just a "hey gorgeous" and a hand down his pants!?!? He's killing them! Alfred! ALFRED! Where's the shotgun!?

Those fuckers better GROVEL. No dates, no ROMANCE, just fucking him against the nearest flat surface. In FACT! KON! Kon get your Midwest ass over here! You're my dad now!

The Bats hear Boss Music and are rightfully afraid to answer their phones. It won't save them. Tim is MIFFED and owed ROMANCE and ROMANTIC fuckings. Where the hell are his flowers? His fancy restaurants reservations? His ALIEN TECHNOLOGY!?

He's moving in with the KENT'S! No pussy for you! No pussy 1000 years!

😭😭😭😭 tim getting so MAD at the bats for not romancing him and just fucking him instead- repeatedly to. they used him like an open cunt at a glory hole!!! he would absolutely be livid and as for the bats, tim is angry but at least he's still talking with them even if it is to yell and insult them 😭😭😭

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 11 months

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🕷️ A Melody of Spiders: Chapter One

A Melody of Spiders: You always tiptoed around your surly, grumpy boss Miguel O’Hara. Certainly after you had inadvertently fallen in love with him and didn’t feel like having your heart crushed. Or your workplace environment made awkward. Too bad your latest mission comes with a chemical surprise.

Warnings: Language, Jungles, Sneaky Shit, Unedited!

To Note: Miguel O’Hara x Spider!Reader.

Word Count: ~2.1k

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How was it possible that you were sweating already?

You were on an Earth, Earth-311 to be precise, on a mission with Miguel to track down some technology that an anomaly had gotten a hold of. Miguel had wanted to go alone, but you had put your foot down. The hulking man had tried to scare you off with his blood red gaze, but you had only dug your heels in. Miguel ultimately relented as you were know for your stealth, and ability to blend into shadows. You were discreet. Like right now, when you were traipsing your way through a jungle to get into the top secret lab on this earth.

The jungle was a natural habitat for a spider, but not for you. You didn’t like sweating. You didn’t like crossing jungles with other creepy crawlies (a bit hypocritical considering you were a spider). You also didn’t really like hot, muggy weather. It was almost hypocritical that you had willingly come to this earth. Slithering your way across a branch, you peered at the entrance of the laboratory.

“Lyla, signature on the anomaly?” You asked the AI. The AI popped up from your watch.

“Inside, Miguel is currently taking out the east wing guards, he’s going after the anomaly himself. The device is on the opposite end of the lab. Disarming the security system for the ventilations.” You eyes searched for the nearest ventilation exit point, and found one. Swinging yourself over to the exit, you silently slipped your way into the laboratory ventilation.

You found ventilation shafts the best way to get around without notice, and often took refuge in such places when your social battery became too much. Crawling your way through the confined space, your senses altered you to each and eery motion detector you came across, and Lyla disabled it as you approached. Slinking your way through the lower level air vents, you came across the vent that opened up to the room where the device was stored. It was stored under lock and key, and surrounded by many different types of sensors. Most prominent, the floor and wall sensors. It was practically set up to be triggered by a spider person! But you weren’t just a spider person, you were Recluse.

So you slipped from the vent and landed light on your feet, practically weighing nothing. Certainly not enough to trigger the floor sensors. Skittering across the laboratory, your eyes gave the locked device another once over, picking up all the different warnings you could set off if you weren’t up to par. With a little finagling and the help of Lyla, you bypassed the tight security and swiped the device right out from under the labs nose. With the device safety strapped to your body and glued with your spider silk, you retraced your footsteps hoping for a clean get away.

“Y/N, we’ve got trouble,” You froze in place, concerned that you had tipped off an alarm without realizing it.

“What is it?” You asked, expanding your spider senses. Nothing was out of place, and no one was alert.

“It’s Miguel, the anomaly managed to expose him to a chemical.”

“And it got through his suit?” You questioned, tapping your watching to pull up the map of the facility and plan a route to Miguel.

“Chemicals were never an issue given his anatomy, I will have to run some tests to ascertain what kind of chemical he was exposed to.”

“Tell him I’m on my way.” Lyla copied that and went quiet for a few moments, then her hologram face reappeared on your watch.

“He’s telling you to, under no circumstances, go to his location.”

“Well you can tell him to shove his reply up his ass,” Lyla coughs, covering a worried laugh.

“Yeah, I think I won’t but seriously, Y/N, it doesn’t look good.” At Lyla’s words, you sped up your trek across the laboratory. It didn’t take you long to track down Miguel, and you were surprised by the sight of your leader slumped against a wall, suit ripping and glitching.

“Shit,” You breathed out, dropping from the ventilation duct to the floor next to Miguel. You stopped his stagger by wrapping an arm across his back and supporting his weight. “What the hell happened?”

“I told you to leave,” Miguel spit out at you, a few curses slipping from his lips in is native tongue. He tried to wrenched himself from your grasp to stop the searing ache in his body from overtaking his self control. He could already smell you. You had always smelled nice, hints of varying floral, now your scent was touched by a saline quality. He wanted to lick your skin to see if you tasted as divine as you smelled.

“You’re compromised and I’m not leaving you behind. You’re barely standing as is,” You told him, knowing that he was probably giving you his blood red glare at the moment. More Spanish curses left his lips followed by nonsensical complaints as you shot a web out and swung you both out of the laboratory.

It was agony to be near you.

Miguel had been through a lot in his life, but nothing compared to the prickling fire that burned within his veins and the intense sexual need to have you. When he had first been exposed to the chemical, the only reaction caused was an uncomfortable fever type reaction. He could handle that. But then other parts of his body began reacting. Miguel was restless. Agitated. There was a sharp pain that burst from nerves all over his body, periodically making his muscles twitch.

Now add you and your bewitching scent? The massive man was using every ounce of control he had to stop himself from turning on you in a heartbeat and fucking you like an animal. Whatever had been in that chemical, had made his attraction to you, the reclusive spider person within his society, a thousand times worse. Even with you dragging him though the hallways of the spider society, barking at others to move it, all he could think about was bending you over the nearest surface and burying his throbbing cock into you delicious smelling cunt.

Dragging the massive man into medical, you left him slumped against a bed while running to a station to find supplies.

“Lyla, get a scan of him while I draw blood to get a work up of what exactly he was exposed to.” You spoke urgently, robbing a phlebotomy kit and returning to the shaking man. While you tore into the phlebotomy kit and scrambled to find the needle and appropriate tubes. Turning to address Miguel, you were not expecting to meet a gaze filled with anger. “Arm,” You promoted, reaching for the one nearest to you. He snatched his arm back as his mask de-pixilated and then bared his teeth at you.

“Leave, I can do it alone.”

“We don’t have time for this, Miguel,” You returned, yanking down your own mask. “Give me your arm!”

This time he lashed out at you with a snarl, his eyes wild with a kind of tension you’d never seen before.

“Dios! Déjame en paz!” (Leave me alone!) Miguel snarled at you, shoving you away from him. You stumbled back, no expecting such hostility from him now. He was stubborn, you knew that, and grumpy, but not unreasonable.

“Miguel you need—”

“Do you not get it woman!? I don’t want your help!” He snarled at you, his teeth fully bared and eyes crimson with anger. gone was your survey boss and in place was the animal that slumbered within him.

“Fine then,” You stated crisply. “But I’ll be back to check on you in half an hour. If you’re not better? I don’t care how much of a fit you throw I’m taking your blood and running an analysis.” With that you turned on your heel and stomped away, planning on turning in the device still strapped to your body. Once you did that, you’d write the mission report and wait in a vent or empty hall until his thirty minutes were up.

So you turned in the device, and wrote up the report on the mission, leaving the notes a ‘pending’ because you were going to have to add to it once you figured out what the chemical Miguel had been exposed to. While you typed, your fingers angrily clacked against the glass touch screen, airing out your current mood. Miguel had been getting increasingly restless as of late. Not to mention short with his words. He wasn’t the most talkative, but he never to short it you like that. He never physically shoved you away from him.

“That wasn’t your fault,” Lyla spoke, rousing you fro your inner thoughts. You glanced up to her hologram.

“Is he doing what I asked?” You questioned, ignoring her statement.

“Yes, so to speak. He went to his office, but I did get him to take a look sample… it’s running now.” You made a pleased sound in your throat and went back to typing.

“Y/N,”

“What?”

“I know things have been tense between you and Miguel as of late, but it’s not because he doesn’t like you.”

“He doesn’t like anyone,” You corrected the AI. “You know that. The most I get from him is respect, but it seems that even that has run out.”

“He’s just… dealing with some things right now and that chemical only enhanced it.” Lyla tried to explain to you. “He’s frustrated with himself.”

You narrowed your eyes and gave the AI a screwed look.

“Do you know something about the chemical that Miguel was exposed to?” You asked suspiciously. The AI had to. She was smart. Incredibly smart. Her database was the best in the known universes so there was no doubt in your mind that she knew something about Miguel’s predicament.

“Look,” Lyla started, “All I can say is that the chemical is enhancing what is already there and it’s driving him a little crazy… okay?”

“So it’s enhancing his irritation with me, great.” You sighed, your heart feeling heavy in your chest. While you prided yourself on keeping your relationships entirely professional, you couldn’t exactly help the fact that you most certainly fell in love with one Miguel O’Hara.

Lyla wanted to face palm herself, well she was face pacing her servers cause holy hell these two were dancing circles around each other and entirely oblivious to mutual affections. They were being idiots in love? Fine. The AI was going to give them a little push. It wasn’t like this little chemical mishap would kill anyone…

“Oh dear, Miguel’s heart rate appears to be crashing…” You were out of your seat and sprinting towards his office before Lyla could even finish her sentence. “Well, I am going to get an earful tomorrow but in the mean time, I think I’ll make sure that Miguel’s office is soundproof.” The AI mused, fizzling out of view.

Miguel’s heart rate appears to be crashing…

You were in a panic over Lyla’s words, sprinting as fast as you could through the spider society to get to Miguel’s office. You one you shouldn’t have let the larger man bully you into leaving him alone, not in that condition, not when he was clearly suffering from severely debilitating side effects. You had seen the shakes, the involuntary muscle movements, increased perspiration… it had been foolish to leave him alone.

You use your spider silk to sling shot yourself up to his office floor. His office door was closed, but you could hear pained grunts and labored breaths. Well at least he was still breathing! You barged in, eyes wild and searching for the massive Spiderman. Your eyes caught sight of Miguel hunched over on the floor next to his desk. Your senses told you he was in bad shape. High fever. High heart rate. A surging chemical in his veins. You dismissed the thought of Lyla’s odd comment about him crashing since his heart was clearly working.

You rushed over and knelt down on one knee, activating your watch to do a medical scan. Something wasn’t right.

“You stubborn idiot,” You grumbled, your fingers reaching up brush strands of damp brown hair out of his face. Your watch beeped and several lines appeared, telling you that the lab analysis was finished and ready for viewing. Just as you took your eyes off Miguel to review the lab work to see if there were any flags, crimson eyes opened.

You’d been the last thing Miguel had been thinking of when his mind went foggy, and you were the first he thought of when he woke up. Your smell. You smelled so delicious. That painful urge to rip at your spider suit, scrape his teeth along your skin, bury his cock into your body, was back. He couldn’t help himself and lunged.

Date Published: 7/14/23

Last Edit: 7/14/23

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Feels Like Home (part 1)

(part 2)

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: fluff, slight angst, doctor!seonghwa, graphic designer!reader, slice of life summary: What is home? Perplexed by this notion, you spent many years looking for your own answer, moving and running from your past. Your new neighbour, Park Seonghwa, might just be the key to discovery. wordcount: 5.7k warnings: language, mentions of food, mentions of the pandemic, anxiety, mention of past abusive relationships a/n: thank you all so much for the love <3 beyond grateful for you, and am inspired by you! Here is a work on the longer side, so I will be splitting it into two parts, stay tuned~

You lucked out. After having spent over two years migrating from one disastrous excuse for an apartment, to another, you finally felt like you could relax. No more leaks, no more creepy crawlies threatening to fall right on your face in the middle of the night… you shuddered at the memory; no more landlords that enjoyed screaming down the phone at you… you could finally achieve your domestic dreams and lounge at home to your heart’s content.

The apartment itself was on the more ‘compact’ side, located on the ninth floor of a complex in a quiet residential area. The living room, dining room and kitchen were combined, but not overwhelmingly so – everything still had its own area, and in no time did you set up your rather wild collection of plans by the sliding windows. Since the building was fairly new, you did not need to invest much in any repainting or cleaning of the apartment, and by the grace of the landlady who took a liking to you, the deposit was equally reasonable. It was almost worth it going through all the terrors after university, just to appreciate this place.

This was the place that made you understand why some people never wanted to leave their house or area – to be frank, you were turning into one of them. Only leaving on the days you had to, your hybrid work as a graphic and brand designer was becoming better and better, and finally you managed to get rid of the nickname your colleagues gave to you: “true businessman”. Your old place had gotten you used to spending some nights in the office common room, just to avoid the seedy neighbourhood, cracking walls and windows that were threatening to fall out at any second.

Really, it was heaven and earth. What was another very welcome change was the difference in neighbours. Whilst before there was that one elderly couple down the street that ran a tteokbokki stall, sure, they couldn’t exactly make you feel continuously welcome and safe, not when you quite literally had a loan shark knock on your door that one time, and then go “oops sorry wrong address, keep your money in a bank, kid”. Since that day you became the most loyal out of your friends to filling out taxes and budgeting.

In this apartment complex, there was the receptionist downstairs who, without fail, would give you the most reassuring nod humanly possible and then with a rough clearing of the throat, would go back to solving puzzles in the newspaper he subscribed to. There also was the family of four, man and wife and their boy and girl, who lived right down the corridor from you (and who you did hear on occasion, but this was nothing) – total sweethearts, the types of neighbours who left you alone, but in a good mood. And of course, him.

Park Seonghwa.

Lived two doors away and across the corridor from you. Worked as a junior resident at a hospital. A dream of a man. You two clicked instantly; maybe it was the circumstances of your first meeting that did it. You, in an oversized puffer coat, scarf wrapped up to your very eyes and a hat completing your disguise, only the crinkling of the plastic bag in your hands revealing why you were out and about at two thirty-five in the morning. Him, eyes slightly bloodshot, beanie tugged off to reveal a mop of black hair, and what looked to be a while lab coat protruding from layers of rained-on outerwear. Needless to say, both of you made quite a fascinating impression.

“So, what did you cook up in the labs this time of night, good sir?” you tried, too sleep-deprived to not fulfil your need for entertainment.

“Probably something that you were buying, good madam.” Seonghwa shot back at the speed of light, spinning on his heels to face you. You had stopped him right when he was about to unlock his front door. You noted the smirk that was appearing on his lips, and at that moment you decided that he was your type of man.

In your full incognito Mr. Stay-Puft glory you sashayed over to your neighbour, reaching into the bag and taking out a tightly packed cylinder.

“No wonder kimbap is so addictive.”

“Oh no! Not the ultra-classified prototype! Society is in danger!” raising his hands up, acting every part the diva in a low-budget, trashy horror flick, Seonghwa began to charm his way into your heart. So you did what no introvert had ever done before and, upon loosening your scarf slightly, took the risk and… introduced yourself.

“L/N Y/N. Your neighbour from… that door over there. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You bowed your head, momentarily concealing your shy smile.

“Park Seonghwa. The neighbour you just intercepted, and the pleasure is all mine.”

That night you had also made the gutsy move to offer to snack on the kimbap together, which led to the pair of you having one philosophical discussion after another all through the night, ranging from the basics like ‘how come we did not talk a single time until now’ to the more insightful ‘what hope of yours would you want to reignite’ to the showstopper ‘why was there sound in the Star Wars intergalactic battles’. Probably the last one could be considered your first argument, but you were adults who knew how to communicate over even the most critical matters.

Steadily, you and Seonghwa became practically inseparable and were orbiting around one another even if outside of the complex. Your work schedules somehow complemented one another, and where he had to work night shifts or catastrophically long hours, you would be ready with a comforting meal and a completed chore or two – otherwise mundane and tiring but seeing a grown man giggle because he heard you took the trash out was beyond and became your choice of entertainment. Likewise, if you had project deadlines or particularly stressful client negotiations, Seonghwa would be right at your door, ready to take care of, quite literally, anything you would point at. Not that your friend from college would ever find out, but he was the one texting her back about what laundry detergent she should buy.

As time went on, you also got to see each other at your worst and lowest. His transition into being a full-time medical doctor was met with crash courses in intense epidemiology and volumes of patients unprecedented to him. Returning home after days of barely sitting down and intermittently losing consciousness for minutes of sleep had become a horrendous routine at a certain point. Seonghwa had crashed just about anywhere one could think of. His apartment, yours, even the corridor. And every time, your heart broke just a little, and you would climb close, flinging his arm around your neck and shoulder, and be his guide to a haven.

Though you would never understand the exact pain he felt, nor what he had to see out there and what choices he was forced to make, you tried your best to support Seonghwa how you could. Need more personal protective equipment? You were on it. Need hand sanitiser and antibacterial surface cleaner? Done and stocked up. Need to sit on the floor in silence for an hour and wait until the cacophony of the day stopped echoing in the mind? You were always ready.

It was the night of the 3rd of April, yet Seonghwa did not feel even a little bit happier, nor smarter, nor like he had the right to celebrate. For the most part, he had suppressed the fact that it was his birthday, instead pouring himself out at work until he could barely stand. At that point, like an automaton he followed the command of the doctor on call and trudged home, to the complex. He fell asleep twice on the metro, nearly missing his stop, and could barely walk up the tiny hill that now seemed to be a mountain.

He was fed up. Everything was too much. His own body was an unbearable load he had to carry. How did he fall victim to the illusion that the life of a doctor was one where he would feel gratitude and honour? The longer Seonghwa studied and worked, the more confident he became that no one ever said thank you to a medical professional. No, only blamed them. Blamed them for mistakes they did not make. Blamed them for the risks they did not take. Blamed them for when they tried their hardest, but that still was not enough.

Seonghwa thought of his family. How proud they were when he left his hometown to pursue his dreams at a prestigious university in Seoul. It used to bring him joy to think that the next time he would return for the holidays, his parents would show him off to anyone they could, and his brother would give him a congratulatory pat on the back and share the words ‘I knew you could do it, little bro’. He desperately wanted to return to the time when he still knew little about the field, so that it would not yet be tainted by the true colours of the world.

The wind was unusually cold for April, as though the winter had decided to return for a spring break. The young, fatigued man was fighting a losing battle against the gusts which did little to prevent tears from welling up. Not much longer now. One foot in front of the other. He was attempting to encourage himself to get across the little square in front of his building. In a confused panic when he almost lost his footing because of a hidden rock on the path, he raised his head, pleading for something better than this. Searching for a light.

There it was. A warm hue. Cheerful rays housed in four walls, hinting at a life behind the curtains. The sun that set only when you decided. The windows of your apartment, facing the square. He could imagine you swaying to whatever new release you had discovered, humming along to mask that you did not know the lyrics, cooking away. That was his guiding star.

In brighter spirits, Seonghwa managed to make his way to the ninth floor, where he was promptly greeted by your front door opening, and you in an oversized hoodie inviting him over for dinner once he was done with his second de-scrub and cleaning. Relief washed over him. After you had officially met and cemented yourselves as more than just neighbours, you had been nothing but kind and understanding of him. His work-induced lifestyle did not matter much to you, and you had not commented a single time that he should ‘change his ways’ or ‘go into a different field of medicine’. Over dinner at a local restaurant Seonghwa had explained to you his dreams of being a neurosurgeon, and you had merely lit up in admiration and commended him for his determination and strength.

This evening, too, you were right there for him. Once he had cleaned himself up and was at your door, he was greeted by an array of dishes that you had painstakingly been preparing for a few hours. From the traditional miyeok-guk to pajeon, you had done everything in your power to celebrate Seonghwa, even if it was just for a little, until midnight. That was when the swelling of his heart became too much, and he collapsed onto one of the dining chairs, head in his hands. The tears that had been on the verge of falling for the hours he was working were finally set free, and he could not help but want to hide.

You were taken aback. Never before had you brought anyone to tears. Especially for doing something that you would consider nice. But your intuition told you that there was something more to this, you were not one to judge. Seonghwa had been under pressure for an astonishingly long time, and his ability to still function blew you away. You did not know his whole story, but you wanted to ensure that he could get the happy ending he wanted.

Silently you poured the fragrant seaweed soup that you made, trying to follow a variation created by a cook from South Gyeongsang province, and set the bowl in front of him. You sat down across from the birthday boy. When he failed to move, you nudged his elbow with a plate of danmuji you had bought. When he finally looked up at you, eyes watery and red, you mustered your brightest grin and whispered:

“Don’t over-salt the food, Seonghwa, I want you to try it as is.” Hearing his chuckle was music to your ears. You reached over to pass him his cutlery, and before moving away, softly squeezed his forearm in reassurance. The gesture was meant to be brief and non-invasive, but Seonghwa had other plans and wrapped his fingers around your forearm, letting time stand still. He was aware that you were in a relationship with some good-for-nothing, so did not overstep any boundaries (though his body was screaming at him to act), but the touch had triggered a shutdown of his rumination. Right there and then, he was home.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He released you, only to pick up the spoon you provided and dig into the soup.

“You are very welcome, Seonghwa. Happy birthday.”

Not long after that, about a year and a half of you knowing one another, your neighbour turned closest friend had comforted you through loss of love; something you had initially attempted to hide, seeing as the loss Seonghwa had to witness day in day out was gut-wrenching on a different level, but he wanted to hear none of it. That same moment that he had managed to pry out of you the reason for your melancholy, he called into work claiming an emergency day off. He had stormed into your apartment with a mission to make you smile at least once, or at least to make you feel lighter – he did not have to try too hard, you had to admit. Part of you was certain that it was exactly because you had Seonghwa you could walk out of your ex-boyfriend’s apartment with a smile on your face.

The waves of bitter regret had hit you only after you came home. Replaying every scene in your head, you never thought yourself to be the one who would, one, be able to put up with someone, in retrospect, so judgemental for a total of three years, and two, be the one who was cheated on and then cussed out. The magical world of the new apartment complex you lived was shuddering under the heaviness of your dark mood.

The few weeks before Seonghwa had fully committed to treatment had passed agonisingly slow, with you hurling your phone across the living room in an attempt to silence the spam from your ex and existing on mere inertia. Getting up because you had to. Breathing out of habit. You had been struggling to keep your focus during meetings and had notified your team that you were to be exclusively online for the next couple of weeks due to being under the weather. By grace, your boss was more than understanding. And that was when you stopped being bothered to draw your curtains or to take care of yourself. Your ecosystem rapidly decreased in size until it was mashed into your apartment. Seonghwa was the one to see the signs. You were convinced that it was because he was a doctor and thus had a sixth sense, but he did not dare explain why he was acting the way he was. At least it was not the right time.

You healed fast. And got back into the pleasant lifestyle of amiable banter and housekeeping with Seonghwa. However, a few things had definitely changed since overcoming the various plot twists life had thrown at you. Probably one of the most obvious ones was that neither of you were hesitant to share stories about one another to your respective circles. Moreover, both of you would chat away even when unprompted, which had earned you a few sighs already. To express gratitude and satisfy your curiosity for where Seonghwa worked, you surprised him by bringing him a boxed lunch he had been raving about. This had set off a couple of rumours about you, though they were dispelled very quickly by your neighbour’s squadron of ambitious, wild, and hilarious doctors. They were quick to state that you had ‘old married couple energy’ and were asking if you could adopt them so they could get good treatment too. While you were laughing, you failed to notice the proud and warm grin that danced on Seonghwa’s lips and made his dark eyes gleam.

This was your shared rhythm. Your shared feeling of home.

☼☼☼☼☼

“Hey, do you need me to pick anything up on the way home?” your neighbour asked, his voice turning static for a split second as you switched the call to speaker.

You were currently hidden away in your home office – a tiny closet of a bedroom that you had converted to something of a studio for your creative deeds. So far, it was simply a desk and chair facing the window, a shelving unit housing random prototyping and art materials as well as being a pedestal to a potted English ivy to your right, and an overfilled corkboard to your left. As Seonghwa had commented, it was a manifestation of your creative and professional self. Truer words could not be said – it explained why you were constantly thinking of ways to update the interior.

As you repeatedly dragged and clicked with your mouse, scrutinising the vector image you were in the process of designing, you mumbled your resident partner in crime a response:

“I think I am good for now…”

“Really? So, we are just going to brush over the fact that you ran out of onions last week?”

You chuckled. The name under which you had him saved, ‘Mother Hwa🖤’ was very appropriate right that second. Nevertheless, these were the moments when you felt the most at ease. There was someone taking care of you, even though you were away from your childhood home, away from your old friends. There was someone right beside you, who you knew would return any care and affection a thousand-fold.

“See? You somehow know the contents of my kitchen better than I do. Please bestow some more knowledge upon me, dear Mars bar.” You countered, not looking away from your screen to pretend like you were still concentrated on work and not a soft mushy mess.

“Well… there was that one seasoning you had… you know the one in the red packet with the TV show host guy randomly in the corner and-” you tilted your head at the sudden pause “…since when am I a Mars bar???” you had to purse and suck in your lips to prevent a loud giggle from spilling out.

“Because you are a snack, Seonghwa.” Your success at a deadpan delivery sent the man on the call into a state of ‘error.exe’, even though the joke was outdated and highlighted how both of you were not quite the peak of modernity among the youth.

Before you had attained the status of singlehood, you were a lot more reserved with your jokes and flirtation, and understandably so. You had not wanted to appear to be a player, not give anyone false hopes. Seonghwa had to admit that it had been slightly easier to talk to you when he felt as though he had no chance. Now, more often than not, your comments reduced him to nothing more than a pained expression and flaming cheeks. Believing that there could be something, a tomorrow, hell, a whole future with you, really sent him into a mental frenzy.

“…okay… then I won’t get you the bbungyeoppang that is on sale since I am enough.” He whispered. Nothing much, but a shiver still ran down your spine at the sudden sultriness in his enunciation.

“Why not spice things up and add a plus one, especially since they are so willing?” you countered, mirroring him.

“Oh you- ah sorry, I have to drop the call, duty calls. Hongjoong is asking for a consult. Then I’ll pick up the groceries on the way, see you later Y/N.” Seonghwa rushed, jolting you back to reality. That’s right, you were still in your tiny room, in front of your set up, hand hovering above the mouse.

“Sure, got you. See you later, Seonghwa!”

As soon as you ended the call and watched the phone screen fade to black, you spun around on your chair, doing a miniature wiggle dance. These domestic interactions had never failed to give rise to pure glee within you. It was a tad unconventional to be pretty much sharing living space with someone who, technically, was just your neighbour, but it felt more than right. Oh, the wonders of having powered through life struggles and global crises together.

While you continued to work away at a brand re-design portfolio deck, Seonghwa was left standing in one of the many passageways of KQ Hospital where he worked. This particular one was almost fully glass, connecting the emergency centre to the main building. Whenever he felt like shooting you a quick text or to slow down after doing rounds and more training, Seonghwa would come here. To some degree, the location reminded him of the apartment complex – people bolting across, on a mission, never stopping to admire the setting sun that the glass captured, turning the linoleum floor into a carpet of glistening gold. People greeting each other with a curt nod, posing as good colleagues when in fact they had no idea what the other’s name was, nor why they felt obligated to follow societal norms and not ignore one another. Seonghwa, too, was guilty of this, especially in his first rotations when everything was a huge blur.

At one point he had even ceased to reach out to his friends – those in the exact same rotation and doing the same shifts as him, let alone those with whom, on top of exhaustion, there were other excuses. Funnily enough, it was you who pulled him out of this pattern, preventing him from losing himself and who he held dear. You reminded him that even in this vast world where one can never quite know anyone’s full story, you can find those whom you wouldn’t mind co-authoring with. One of these people was Hongjoong, his best friend since the first year of medical school and colleague he could count on. The shorter man was standing at the entrance to the passageway, arms crossed, his mobile phone dangling between two fingers.

“No wonder I couldn’t call you, Hwa. You were flirting with Y/N again.”

“Come on, man, I wasn’t flirting.” Seonghwa waved his friend off, hiding his phone in his scrubs.

“Then what was it, digital first base?”

Seonghwa could imagine the mischievous expression on Hongjoong’s face, one not dissimilar to that of a dad figuring out that his son was talking to someone in a very happy tone. Sighing deeply, he chose to not look to his side and continue walking, hands in his pockets. Seeing that the joke did not quite land, Hongjoong backtracked and added:

“If it is going to make you actually respond to me, I can start paging you, I don’t mind. I have gotten pretty good at dialling up the numbers at lighting speed.” This made Seonghwa shudder and turn dramatically.

“Oh, you would not dare, Kim Hongjoong, I am still getting flashbacks from the time the senior resident just decided to give me three pagers on a Friday night shift.” He proclaimed, placing a hand on his chest.

“You’ll deal with it, better train those nerves up for when you become a neurosurgeon.” Hongjoong poked him in the arm, then fell into the same stride as his friend.

That was how it had been through out the years they had known each other. Through thick and thin, on caffeine or suffering through withdrawals. They had sworn to support one another through the thorned path that was medicine, and somehow had managed to deal with each other’s nonsense. At this point they could be called brothers, having only moved into different apartments by mutual agreement to not drive each other insane 24/7. Interestingly, their opportunity to spend some time apart, forming their own habitats and lives not directly related to careers and studies, had enabled them to be even better attuned to each other’s changes. This was how Hongjoong knew you were someone who Seonghwa could rely on. In a matter of weeks after ghosting those closest left and right, he had walked into the staff common room with an apologetic smile and coffee for all his friends who he had gathered prior. And, upon being taken aside by Hongjoong for a miniature interrogation, brushed any suspicions and hypotheses aside, only saying that ‘he had found home’.

Needless to say, when the bond between you two began to grow stronger, and you had, evidently, not left his side for the duration of the worst parts of the pandemic, nor did Seonghwa abandon any hopes as he had previously done when it came to even hints of relationships, for Hongjoong you were instantly approved. Bonus points for having returned the next day after bringing Seonghwa lunch that one time to feed his friends too. It was frustrating that his best friend was not yet aware of the necessity to make the final move and make things official. For a doctor he was unbelievably thick in matters of love, or was a classicist and was afraid of rejection.

“You know…” Hongjoong began as they were approaching the elevators, “I think you really need to seal the deal, Hwa. Time goes by fast, and it is unfair to both of you if you don’t neither time nor the feelings you obviously have.”

Seonghwa expected that this conversation would happen at some point. His friend knew him too well. Maybe even caught him looking at your pictures that he had saved on his phone in a separate album of his gallery. He took a deep breath and shrugged, pressing the button to call the lift.

“True, but at the same time, things are going so well right now and-”

“Hate to rain on your parade, buddy, but that is how you messed up with your first girlfriend. And your second… oh wait a minute, even the blind date I set you up on did not work out, guess why?”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Fine.”

“No, you ‘don’t got it’. I can see you are scared. But you know why? Because you are being given a chance by the universe to hold onto something so precious and fragile that you know you cannot be the same without. But your self-doubt and anxieties wake up and torment you, day in day out, saying that you cannot step up and be responsible and commit.”

Seonghwa fell quiet, all attention on the painful monologue that was cutting up his psyche into small pieces, arranging it into a clearer bigger picture that he was trying to hide from himself.

“Take this, if you were not ready to step up, you wouldn’t have her as your emergency contact – don’t ask how I know. And, and you sure as hell would not be rushing home after a day shift just to make it to the bakery she likes. You would not be so worried for her even if everything was okay and you would not drop everything just to help her. You, my friend, are denying what is so blatantly obvious and is right in front of you that I seriously want you to call ophthalmology.”

“I swear, it is almost as if I was the one who called you for a life consult.” Seonghwa retorted as they watched the numbers blink in ascending order.

“See how lucky you are? Doctor Kim is blessing you with love wisdom for free.”

“Yeah… yeah… And I am trying my best to apply it.” If only destiny was so kind so as to give him an opportunity to just… get the awkward stuff over with and be able to wrap you in his arms – he was getting ahead of himself. Again. Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair. Way to go, declaring to another doctor he was ‘self-soothing’. He cleared his throat and decided to fully switch topic.

“Now, oh wise one, what troubles did you wish to talk to me about?”

“Oh, okay, so there is this one patient, complaining of episodes where their surroundings start spinning uncontrollably and they get a splitting headache and waves of nausea-”

“Vertigo?”

“Exactly, care to check it out?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

They ambled onwards, having fully moved on from conversing about you, however Seonghwa was still clouded over, pondering what you were up to. He was meant to have a full day off soon, and his infatuated self was inclined to conjure up plans exclusively involving you. But first, this patient…

You had not moved much in the time of Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s chat, nor for the two hours after that. Having found the perfect position in your chair, you were an unstoppable force, bashing out page after page of innovation for a re-branding that a late-stage start-up had requested. Their market focus reminded you of Seonghwa. Neuro-something or other. Maybe you should show him a sneak peek of one of your designs, just to see what the impact would be, though the non-disclosure agreement was hanging right above you like a guillotine. Yet another cause for your having been accustomed to asking well-crafted questions about your neighbour’s day – patient confidentiality was not too far off, style-wise. Like serif and sans serif fonts. Or two font families that could be mish-mashed together and no one would mind.

It was obvious that you had spent far too long doing some ‘font shopping’, as you liked to call it. Another hour, to be exact. However, you pushed the initial wave of guilt away pretty quickly, reminding yourself that, thankfully, this, too was part of your job. You yawned and stretched, taking a look at the time.

“Right, time for a snack!” you exclaimed out loud, and with a huff pushed yourself to your feet.

It was already getting dark outside, and temperatures were dropping in true autumn fashion, so after much deliberation you settled for a decaffeinated latte and a yogurt you found in your fridge. You moved to your sofa and turned on some random drama to play in the background while you zoned out scrolling for inspiration on your phone. After not finding anything too impressive but liking things for the sake of it, you clicked on your own profile to reminisce on the memories you captured. Funny how more and more of them appeared to involve the doctor next door.

After you proudly deleted any traces of your ex from social media, you vowed to be careful about the people you included in photos. So, none actually revealed the identity of be it a shadow or an extra mug or the holder of a ticket, but for you each scene was crystal clear, and replayed with ease. There was the picture Seonghwa had taken during your ‘supposed to be spontaneous but was planned weeks in advance’ getaway to Daejeon – you looking particularly cute while scrutinising an exhibit at the museum of art. There was the snapshot from one of your late-night trips to the convenience store, when you two were snuggled in oversized hoodies, sprawled on plastic chairs. And one of a completed Lego build, completed in three hours, mainly with you observing and searching for any stray piece that had gone flying across your neighbour’s living room.

You were also glad for the time you had to move on. You had a problematic relationship previously, you had to admit, and rushing into anything more would have had you repeating patterns you did not want to remember. Yet now, all you were hoping for was for a new chapter. An evolution of what you had been cultivating. Your instincts were telling you that you and Seonghwa were approaching a sort of crossroads, or a breaking point, and depending on what decisions you two would make, your future could be rewritten, and the world around the apartment complex either bloom or wither.

It was not that complicated a conclusion to reach – your ex had been bothering you incessantly with messages, voicemails and even direct messaging on social media, leading you to block him almost everywhere. He was going through the usual routine of pretending to care for your wellbeing, demanding attention and then on a night when he was probably shitfaced, saying he loved you and then proceeding to call you a whore. Prince charming indeed. You were disgusted that you had ever associated yourself with that sorry excuse for a man.

Tonight was no different. After deciding to post a ‘throwback’ story, he was back. It had been months since you last shared a full conversation, and it appeared that he was more communicative than ever. Was this what the memes you had seen online were talking about, where two people in a breakup often had radically different grief processing schedules? You were tired. You wanted to forget what and who you had moved away from. You wanted to build your new home in peace, and here was a ghost, howling and wishing to haunt you.

[do not answer!!] hey

[do not answer!!!] I know you are seeing this, you have read receipts on

[do not answer!!!] Y/N… come on I just want to talk things through

[do not answer!!!] I don’t think we have ever really had a chance to go over things

[do not answer!!!] you know, understand each other’s perspectives

[do not answer!!!] Y/N! seriously give me a chance I want to just TALK

[do not answer!!!] anyways, I am on my way to your place so… I guess talk soon?

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suitetarts · 6 months

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cloud nine (part 1)

Astarion x Original Female Character, Dark Urge Tav (Good) Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Eventual Smut (Link to AO3) A much needed discussion about freedom and what it means for two rebellious spawns (Bhaal and vampiric, respectively) in the aftermath of Lorroakan's defeat. They are both free to discover their own desires, and Delilah really wants to fuck Astarion in running water while she still has the chance.

The intention was to just write beach smut where my OC Delilah and Astarion get sunburns but it completely went off the rails. So here's part 1, the angsty lead up to a smutty smutty part 2. You can go to the AO3 series for the other gen one-shot fics I have for my OC, or click here and there.

The second floor of the Elfsong was scrambling to quickly don armor, fill bellies, and otherwise prepare for the day’s events, which happened to start with chasing Aylin through the city streets during the small hours of dawn. The aasimar’s whereabouts were no puzzle to solve, however; she had rather loudly announced her plans to storm Ramazith’s Tower and confront Lorroakan under the spell of her mother’s moonglow. The logistics and planning blur into Delilah’s memory of the fight itself – the crackle of her storm magic piercing through the summoned elementals like a hot knife in butter and the Sword of the Moonmaiden cleaving the wizard’s torso from shoulder to hip.

All at once with earth shattering speed, the tower was quiet, save for heaving chests and the sheathing of weapons.

Once the adrenaline of battle wore thin, Aylin appeared to lose her strength and resolve. A numbness falling over her that even her darling cleric could not mend. The sudden loss of her inner fire seemed to cast a gloom over the party, although the others did their best to move past it. Gale accepted Rolan’s thanks to the party, trying to leverage some assistance in retrieving artifacts he desired. Karlach and Shadowheart mulled about on the promenade and gossiped in the passing clouds. Astarion, though…

Where was he?

A half smile pulled at Delilah’s features as a location came to mind, tempered only by the mood at the top of the fallen wizard’s tower. She immediately made the executive decision to take the rest of the day off even though the sun had not yet reached its highsun crest. The others barely noticed her slip away to the portal, and if they did, they must have thought little of it.

The vampire and drow were rarely apart, if not constantly on top of one another. If one wandered off, the other would not be too far from their heels. And for the rest of the tadpoled adventurers, they were better off not having to be subjected to the constant public display of sickening and often off-putting affection.

Her boots raced through the Basilisk Gate and through Wyrm’s Crossing, down the path winding around Ilmater’s church. The fresh air caressed her like fine spider silks as she found her way to the bay, a markedly more welcome scent than the dead fish and industrial waste of the main city port. She veered away from the visible shore onto an animal’s path snaking through trees and eventually approached a stone wall overlooking the churning waters where the fresh muddy Chionthar met the salty clear Sea of Swords. With an incantation and a wave of her hand, she floated over and down to her favorite secret: a small sandy beach, far away from the stink of Baldur’s Gate.

Delilah looked down as she flew, the two pairs of crimson red eyes locking together as Astarion smirked up at her through the flapping of her skirts. Blood rushed to her face as she made a show of it, swinging her knee out in a curtsy motion and flashing him with what she hoped would be a better glimpse of her underclothes.

“Don’t you think it’s rather early to be so forthcoming?” His usual flamboyant and chiding tone did not match his body language as he caught her gently by the waist. He recognized the incongruence, and so to compensate, shifted his grip around to her ass as her feet met the ground.

“Saer, I’m just being polite. What are you implying?” She played along with his temperament, her arms twisting loosely around his neck to pull him close. “That it's forthcoming to offer you my respect and deference?”

He genuinely laughed, a hearty singular ‘ha’ escaping his chest. “When have you ever been deferent to me, my dear?”

Delilah faltered for a moment, the response to their banter withering on her tongue. When had she been deferent to him, indeed?

Her tadpole writhed against her eye as flashes of her other life splattered across her vision like so many bloody victims of her gruesome crusade. She had previously obeyed her “mother” and the Spider Queen, her true father, his dreadful blood coursing through her veins, and, to some extent, apparently even Gortash. The memories she could recall of them were surely a drop in the ocean compared to what she had forgotten, and she knew she was better for it.

More specifically, when it came to Astarion, nearly every suggestion of his was taken with a grain of salt. Not for a lack of love and care, he was just consistently not thinking things through and seemed to overall acquiesce to her preferred methods without too much complaint. But… Truly the one thing he ever seriously asked of her, to help him complete the ascension ritual for himself, and she basically said no. The pinched fury in his brows and the way he tensed around her in Cazador’s grand chambers in the immediate aftermath still haunted her. He later insisted that he was grateful for her clarity, for saving him from himself. But anxiety chewed through her resolve and made her question herself.

She sighed around a bitter smile as she returned to the present, shielding her eyes from the morning light as she looked up at him. “I can’t recall, my love.”

The jesting tone between them had evaporated in the bright sun, which drenched the small stretch of sand in a near blistering heat if not for the breeze coming off the harbor.

“Yes, right,” he said, clearing his throat.

The pair of rebellious spawns stood in silence, neither of them sure how to start the inevitable post-battle discussion that was sure to cause more painful memories to bubble to the surface.

“Astarion… Why did you leave us in the tower?” she asked tentatively, cautiously, as she took a step away from his embrace and pulled him down to sit on the warm sand with her.

“To be dramatic, of course.”

He waited for Delilah’s eyes to roll before softening, combing through the granules of sand with his hands as he avoided her gaze.

“It’s just… It’s hard to see someone go through that. It’s unfair, to feel so empty after finally getting what–” He cleared his throat with a purse of his lips. “What Aylin wanted. Like justice denied.”

Delilah was tempted to say that she understood, but truly she didn’t. She wasn’t sure if it was even possible to get a chance to face Bhaal the way that Astarion and Aylin were able to face their tormentors. She was honestly a touch jealous, but she also couldn’t begin to imagine what it must be like to bring upon the end of those who hurt her so deeply. At least it made sense that an entity as untouchable to mortals as the God of Murder would be difficult to extract closure from. And yet, on the other hand, it was so impossibly unfair for someone like Cazador to die swiftly in the face of multiple human lifetime's worth of suffering.

Instead of speaking, she simply leaned into him as they watched the crystalline waves lap at the shore. He mirrored her, resting his ear against her shoulder.

The biological warmth of her pressing against his head mixed with the radiant, near overwhelming heat from the sun and its reflection off the sand felt like a drug, the anxiety and numbness sloughing off of him like molting snakeskin. The manifestation of his greatest desire, for Cazador’s death at his own hand, had not been what he dreamt of, but it still happened. His sire was still dead, while he was now richer than his master had ever been, even with the entirety of Baldur’s Gate at his gilded fingertips, thanks to the tadpole’s gift of the sun and his friends and lover at his side. He and Aylin were still free.

“Still,” he said after a minute of rest, his tone steady and composed. “The Nightsong’s fair-haired fool is done. That’s what matters.”

Her thoughts lingered on her predicament with her father.

“Is it?”

Astarion’s brows pulled together in confusion but kept his head tucked under her ear. A mocking tone entered his voice as he spat, “Surely you don’t think that charlatan twig could possibly come back to life after being cut in half.”

“No, not like that. I…” Delilah’s words trailed off as she began to lose the nerve to give her thoughts weight by speaking them aloud. She set her jaw and pursed her lips. “I don’t know. Whatever.”

He made a frustrated sigh. Even after all their time together, he found that she still took him too seriously at times. “My love, you know I didn’t intend to silence you.”

“I know.”

“You make it so easy to give you grief.”

“I know.”

He pushed more of his weight into her for a moment, allowing the two a brief sway. “Go on then.”

“Fine,” she said with a heavy sigh. “You said Lorroakan is done. And that’s what matters. So is killing what matters?”

Astarion waved his hand with a non-committal yet affirmative, “Well…?”

“I– I don’t know. Aylin looked so tired. And I’m tired. Killing is what I’ve always done, endlessly. Even now that I’m trying to change and be better, I’m still killing. And I’m still enjoying it. I don’t want killing to matter to me anymore. I want what happens afterwards to be what matters.”

Delilah emphasized her final point by taking his hand, intertwining their fingers with a firm grip.

Astarion’s involuntary response was for his heart to jump into his throat at her implication, before it dissolved into a warm fuzziness spreading from his chest to his toes. In his old life, there was never an “afterwards” worth having. After they’d used his body up for all that it was good for, if they weren’t already drained of their blood by Cazador or left in some dungeon to rot for centuries, who could possibly want him after finding out what a monster he was?

But everything was different thanks to the tadpoles. He began to think about it all, became overwhelmed, and deflected.

“I really do think you’re making a stink out of what I said. Killing and revenge can be mutually-exclusive actions, but they are so delicious when served together.”

“Perhaps,” she murmured, letting out a small breath from her nose.

Taking her response at face value, he continued. “Honestly, don’t worry about all these Dead Three worshippers. Enjoy their blood if you want to, I sure am.”

She slowly stilled, her breath light enough to not disturb a feather.

His voice dropped as he doubted himself, “Listen, with–”

“I put on a good show, Astarion, but I’m tired,” she interrupted him softly as she laid her head on top of his, wiping her smudged eyeliner into his white curls.

His lips pulled to a taut line, unsure of how to best respond. His first choice was always to make a joke, and she was morbid enough to enjoy his humor, but definitely not at this moment. He could offer to do all the killing for her; he wouldn’t mind, although the battles to come as they approach the Absolute may prove overwhelming without her participation.

Or, going against his learned nature to please above all else, he could tell her hard truths.

“We’ve got at least two cults and an elder brain to contend with before we’re done with all of this.” Astarion took his other hand to cup their conjoined fingers. “But we’re so close. Don’t give up just yet.”

“Who said anything about giving up?” She bristled, her voice rising as she spoke. “I’m just looking forward to a morning where I leave my trance without being terrified I’ve hurt someone again.”

“Being tired, giving up. Six of one, half dozen of another,” he retorted, meeting her volume as his hands pull away from hers to gesture, only to return to her hold as his voice lowered. “You can’t lie to me about this… I know it far too intimately.”

She hummed, a light airy thing that contrasted heavily with the tense hold of her muscles.

Silence.

Neither made an effort to disentangle from the other as they sat in their anger.

Until he twitched.

“Gods, I hardly need a reflection when I’ve got you,” Astarion breathed, the affection in his voice strong enough to choke him unconscious. “A complaining, stubborn, impatient little wretch.”

He always knew how to make her smile.

“I promised that we will get your freedom, like you helped me get mine. We’re close. Just be patient,” he asked, petting the back of her hand. A twinge of guilt threatened to churn his eternally empty stomach, as it did every time he told this sweet lie of a promise that he knows he can’t guarantee. Her freedom wasn’t as simple as vampiric chains between sire and spawn.

“It’s hard to be patient when there’s so much to look forward to.” Delilah pulled him in closer by his waist, the words turning sour as she said them aloud.

When did imagining the future become so painful?

It had started in the wilderness of the Sword Coast, when she was at her most lost and before he even cared for her in the slightest, in part as an exercise to keep spirits high and hope alive. The first idea he had shared with her was an exaggerated tale of another loveless and passionate tryst, except in a feather bed with Cazador’s head on a spike. The dreams became less grand and more real as feelings progressed, and simultaneously more terrifying.

She was the first person he truly cared for, the first person to truly care for him. And yet, mortal peril was stalking them both around every corner, snuffing out their dreams before they could even give them life as spoken word. Why would Delilah tell him that she will forsake every god on every plane to be at his side, on adventures or in domestic bliss or whatever else he wanted, for the rest of her days? Why would Astarion tell her that after a brief mortal life and 200 years of slavery, he had so many more firsts to experience and he wanted all of them with her? Saying such things would only cause them more pain should they fail.

She cleared her throat.

“But I will be patient. We’ll figure it out,” she stated with an impostor’s confidence. “And I’ll– I’ll do what I need to do.”

She pressed her ear further into his hair, holding onto his thigh for balance. “Once they’re all dead and we’re free, we’ll have so many nice mornings.”

“Ooh, interesting,” he sang, ever the opportunist, seizing upon a chance to shift in the mood in a less self-pitying direction. A dramatic grimace painted his elegant features as he continued, “I’ve heard the rumors. I don’t even want to think of what sort of hedonistic rituals come after a mass killing with you Bhaalist freaks.”

“I– What? Gods, just–” She thrusted her shoulder up in aggravation, hitting it against his ear rougher than she intended. He yelped and clutched at the side of his head, but even so he seemed proud of himself for riling her up. “Get your mind out of the gutter for five seconds, Astarion.”

“Five seconds?” After a brief moment of dramatized thought, complimented by a hand gesture and a flick of his wrist, he continued the countdown.

“Four…”

He made a show of removing his gloves, an act that always got her undivided attention.

“Three…”

Delilah generally had an even and intimidating poker face. However, at this moment, she was failing to keep her amusement and desire under wraps.

“Two…”

Astarion firmly grabbed her arms with his trademark mischievous grin.

“One…”

Don't fret, I've already got over 2300 words written for Part 2. Coming soon!

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skxllz · 4 months

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𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐜

trigger warning; gore, implication of suicide

envy was a silly thing. it radiated jealousy, sole ignorance, vengeance, a need to backbite; all because of something... or rather someone, at times. that is why it carried out as a popular take amongst the sins in the world, taking a high achieve in the seven deadly sins category in the archives of earth, heaven, and hell.

𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾 was someone envious of a familia bond. of sharing love between parent and child, forming an overbearing relationship of hugs and support and care that anyone needs. seeing others, even from a young age, she always felt a knawing sensational twist in her stomach; a feeling known as jealousy, that would later grow into a loathing hatred. the girl despised the shared connection between mothers and daughters, fathers and daughters, since it was not one she'd ever come to experience herself.

it wasn't just that, though, no no. it was all bonds she ever seemed to create with people. they'd sever within a few months of construction, leaving that swirl of disgusted digest to pick up it's mass until eventually, a crater of nothingness was to fall into place with one last snap. people always seemed to forget, heartbreak was unforgivable, and it could drive a person into insanity.

she killed them. her mother, starting off with an empty smile as she served the ungrateful bitch dinner laced with rat poison. the effects took control in under an hour; almost... immediately, really. as the woman was spilling her guts over the stained carpet of their living room floor, jacqueline took it upon herself to retrieve a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer.

SWING! she hurled the blade into the back of the woman's neck, making her mother gasp and choke and gurgle instantly. this continued, until her head rolled, dark velvet spilling onto the floor below.

when her father arrived home, he was met with the gruesome sight of his wife's headless corpse, leaving him stunned and unable to move. the sound of the door locking is what caused him to flee, but jacqueline wouldn't let him get away. she ran track in highschool, how silly was he?

the same butcher knife, was used to strike him in the back of the skull with just a simple, arm-bending throw of her hand. there was nothing much to the kill, aside from blood spraying out everywhere; coating her face, upper body. it was disappointing on her end since she wanted more of a thrill, but... it was okay. he was now gone. they both were.

so, with everything planned out, she met her own demise in the comfort of her cold, quiet bedroom, only to layer awake in a place unfamiliar... yet all so familiar at the same time.

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sins committed; envy, wrath

crimes committed; murder

death; suicide

age; 22

given that jacqueline was not hell born and in fact a human, she is placed as a sinner within the pride ring of hell; lucifer's ring. she cannot travel outside of this area unless her social status were to be risen. it is a punishment to atone the sins and crime she had committed.

upon first arrival, she is left to drag her feet through the blazing streets of the pentagram city, until she just so happens to stumble upon the news studio. she has no clue what to do, where to go, how shit works, and all that jazz.

katie killjoy is the first demon she encounters within hell. to put it straight, the woman was a straight bitch — she reminded jackie of her late mother and it made her eye twitch to no end. however... upon inspection from tom trench, the cohost, who took a liking to her, she is offered the job of a runner and a place to stay within the studio. given that she had no idea on what else to do, she took up the offers.

when she is escorted to the upstairs where her room is located, she's given the chance to finally spot her new found appearance. although her velvet red hair had not changed, aside from the fact that it was permanent now instead of dyed, and her eyes were still a clear shade of blue, her skin was awfully porcelain and even held a grey tint to it. she also had horns sprouting among her head, rather small in size, black in color. on each of her cheeks, held a wide rosary of red, almost like blush... except it was in the shape of butcher knives.

[ her story only continues on from here. I'm way too lazy to write out an entire plot. ]

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc

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abookishdreamer · 2 years

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Character Intro: Geras (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Geriatric God by the people of Olympius

The Skeleton King by Hebe

Age- late 80's (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- A stoic & forlorn deity, he's quite segacious and astute commanding attention with a quiet respect & dignity. He's dating casually.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of old age his other powers/abilities include limited umbrakinesis, senescence (being able to make monsters, people, & other deities feel the effects of old age temporarily and can curse someone with senility), dermakinesis (skin manipulation- being able to manipulate the texture, smoothness, density, sensitivity, elasticity...), and psochokinesis (dust manipulation). He's also able to use his walking canes as efficient weapons.

Geras spends the majority of his time in the Underworld, traveling to Olympius from time to time. In the realm of darkness, he lives in a two story obsidian stone castle that's slightly leaning. Inside, there's a baroque & ornate aesthetic with the color scheme being shades of burgundy, black, brown, and dark gray. The floors are onyx mable tiles and there's antique grandfather clocks scattered throughout. There are a few modern appliances as he doesn't own a television calling it "a mind numbing distraction of the inevitability of death."

He always dresses well in crisp tailored suits made out of the finest materials. He's a frequent customer of The Moirai's tailor shop.

He's one of the few deities not to have a Fatestagram profile.

Instead of a smartphone, Geras communicates through writing letters and the use of an obsolescent rotary phone.

His go-to drinks include freshly brewed black tea (with a squeeze of lemon), blackberry wine, red wine, & roasted coffee (with a bit of cream).

In Olympius, Geras' main business are a series of retirement homes/communities that he owns. There's also a company where it manufactures various products specifically for the eldery population.

In the mornings he'll usually go for a bowl of plain oatmeal topped with Greek yogurt, cinnamon butter, & maple syrup. He also enjoys poached eggs and sausage links along with slices of toasted wheat bread topped with pomegranate jam. He also likes the fluffy whole wheat pancakes from The Hearthside Diner!

Geras surprisingly has a single pet. He's found kinship with one of the oldest dragons named Baloroth. He's affectionately known as "Baloroth the Elder." The color of his scales & flames are black and he's over 300 years old! He's also one of the largest dragons. It's rumored that the beast's wingspan is said to cover entire towns, but that's just speculation.

Since his time in the pantheon, he's only been to a few council meetings. Gelos accidentally scared the goddess Hebe who ran out of the council room in tears.

Geras for the most part keeps away from the other deities socially. He'll occasionally strike up a conversation with Logos (god of stories), The Moirai, Hecaterus (Titan god of manual labor), Penia (goddess of poverty), Hades (god of the dead), Iapetus (Titan god of mortality, pain, & death), Ptocheia (goddess of beggary), Gaia (goddess of the earth), Moros (god of doom), the hecatoncheires, Nyx (goddess of the night), Erebus (god of darkness), Ananke (goddess of inevitability, compulsion, & necessity), and the blacksmithing cyclopes.

His favorite desserts are prune pudding & fruitcake!

He enjoys smoking cigars.

He collects walking canes. A favorite one of his was gifted by Hades. It's a cane made out of wood from an elm tree and bound with obsidian, adamantine, & platinum.

Gelos has a few longtime girlfriends. They are all aware of each other and they don't have a problem. He met his latest girlfriend, a grandmother named Anastasia at a Bingo hall. They're planning on going on a submarine cruise in the Underwater realm soon.

His all time favorite meal is meatloaf & garlic mashed potatoes (drowned in gravy) served with spanakopita. He also likes Danae's (his other girlfriend) giouvesti and Nikoleta's (another girlfriend) chicken pot pie.

In his free time Geras loves riding on dragonback! He also enjoys laidback activities like calligraphy, oil painting, reading, pottery, knitting, & solving the The Oracle newspaper Sunday crossword.

"Wrinkles show more than wear and tear. It also shows experience."

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[wf] Their Headache IV : Attraction

Deceptive Bond

The Lotus had gone on an unannounced self-rediscovery journey which left the tenno to fend for themselves. Something was brewing and it had most of the void demons on edge. Some formed groups and decided their own mission objectives, got involved with Nightwave and other forces looking to keep the Origin system in balance. But aimlessness settled in for those who needed a special kind of push to get going. Such as Caserin.

And ever since Luke took the clan leader’s offer of becoming second in command, he and Kyn no longer hung out as much. The Limbo Prime had his own office built and spent most of his time there, carving plans for further improvement of the dojo, overseeing ongoing trades between hired merchants, as well as keeping track of new members and those who chose to leave.

Meanwhile Kyn had retreated to the orbiter where he went back to moping in his personal quarters all day long, and only heading out on a mission when directly requested. Even then he would go alone. He could have called for Luke to assist him and the warframe would have made time, no questions asked. But the operator had a tendency to struggle with self-worth and the meaning of everything. He didn’t prefer loneliness, but he believed it was better to keep to himself. He was getting nowhere regarding his questions about what happened to his long gone parents and who Luke was, and whether the warframe even knew anything. Luke didn’t talk, couldn’t talk, and possibly couldn’t even remember himself before he fully became what he was now. And Caserin was coming to terms with it.

At one point the operator was visited by the head of the clan himself. Felippe was curious about why his right hand’s companion was so closed off even after the Swirly threat had been dealt with. The Loki was a conscious warframe blessed with the ability to communicate telepathically and he used this skill to coax the operator into inviting him inside the man’s living space.

Caserin’s orbiter was permanently docked in a comfortable location on Earth. The operator preferred being close to a source of water. The interior was dark in color, with orange floors stretching throughout all the rooms. It was dustless and every knick knack, noggle, potted plant and book was on its dedicated shelf. The Loki suspected perfectionist tendencies in the arrangement of the furniture, but dismissed the idea once he entered the main living space of the operator, which was the bedroom in personal quarters. The room was dim lit but Felippe could spy the countless paper sheets filled with sketches of varying quality scattered all over the floor, a two days old half full cup of tea sitting on the coffee table by the Plains of Eidolon vignette, a wrinkled suit lying on the seat next to the coffee table. However, the bed on which the operator himself was sitting and possibly spending most time on, was neatly made.

“Hello, Felippe. Pardon the mess.” The guy greeted the Loki Prime, and put down the sketchbook he was holding in his lap. He used his hands to iron the t-shirt he was wearing in an attempt to look a bit more composed. Futile though, as his silly kavat print shorts stole all the attention anyway.

Felippe navigated between the scattered sketches, avoiding to step on any until he reached the seat by the coffee table and took the opportunity to sit down. He briefly observed the suit next to him. It wasn’t worn in a while and was probably going to get washed when the operator mustered enough mental energy for it.

Felippe shook his head in response and Caserin furrowed his nonexistent brows, and the Loki took note of the fact Kyn hadn’t bothered to draw himself a pair of eyebrows this time. He didn’t even have his ear guards on. The operator normally wore accessories that cover his ears entirely and block excess noise. The trip in void had made him unbearably sensitive to sound. But the man’s orbiter was pleasantly quiet with just him residing in it. Luke must be the ideal roommate with his chosen communication methods.

“Good day, Caserin.” Felippe took the greeting without addressing the comment about the mess.

Kyn awkwardly fixed his undone hair before getting to the point. “I assume something needs to be done? What can I do for you?”

“How are you feeling?” the warframe asked.

Kyn cocked his head sideways. “Huh. pff uhm.. Could be better, could be worse? Why?”

“Luke mentioned you at a meeting. I realized it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you, and decided to pay you a visit to make sure you’re well. You’re an operator, we don’t have many of those in the clan.” Felippe cooked up a lengthy but still fairly vague response.

“Caserin. If you miss your warframe you should visit him or at least call him.” Felippe stated and Kyn immediately looked at the warframe as if his mind had just been read. That’s impossible though. This Loki could only transfer his own words to the minds of others.

Caserin pulled his bare legs into the bed and placed his palms on his knees. “Ah. Makes sense. Well. I'm alright. Thanks for stopping by. See ya next time, then.”

He figured if Luke needed anything he would come by himself instead of sending someone else.

“I can’t do that. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy his company. But the issue is that I’ve messed up and might be enjoying it a little too much.” the operator hesitantly explained.

The Loki brought a hand up to his chin to consider the course of action for the ongoing conversation.

“How is that a bad thing?” he ended up asking and the operator nervously laughed in response.

Then the warframe let out something akin to a gasp as realization settled in his mind. The tenno before him fancied warframes in a rather intimate way. The Loki Prime knew he had to be careful about what he had to say next. “It’s not as uncommon as you think, Caserin. Not an everyday occurrence, sure, but not unheard of either,” he stood up, “You two are best friends, are you not?”

Kyn nodded. They were. Before this lengthy silence they have always had each other’s back and Caserin would rather lose one life after another than let Luke take a hit.

“Maybe a discussion with him is worth the risk.” Felippe suggested. “Has Luke ever negatively reacted towards you?”

The operator was picking at the skin of his right ring finger as he dug into his memories. Luke wasn’t particularly friendly the first two times they met and he was standoffish the entire first month of them working together. So much time has passed since then. And still the Limbo Prime never complained about anything, merely suggested a different approach whenever Kyn was over-complicating things. Perhaps he was making it needlessly complicated now too and Luke wasn’t detecting it, or wanted no part in it. Or was that what Caserin imagined Luke was like?

The Limbo Prime knew about Caserin’s occasional visits to the back alleys of corpus run cities. What he wasn’t aware of was the fact that Kyn would always have the image of him in mind whenever the guy went. Regardless of how little Luke knew about these semi-secret activities, he couldn’t say anything about it. Or maybe he could but Kyn avoided whatever message the warframe would convey, out of fear of judgment from someone he holds closer to his own heart than he imagines.

Caserin suddenly blinked with consciousness, his mind returned to present time. “Damn. You’re right. I.. should talk to him. I might have been projecting my own self-criticism onto Luke. He may not have a voice but it doesn’t mean I can override his opinion, whatever it may be.”

“There you go. And make sure you come to the dojo now and then, ok? Just so we know you’re alive and well.” Felippe waved a finger at Caserin like a father would and the operator rolled his eyes. Death is not on the menu for most tenno.

“Sure sure. Now if you don’t mind? I need a bath.”

VAULT C

They were at the start location of their mission on Europa. The data vaults were evenly scattered throughout the frozen rubbish that was this base. Stealing data was a task both Kyn and Luke were the best at and could easily manage solo, but the discussion with Felippe had Caserin feeling guilty for being so evasive towards his own warframe. He wasn't ready for a conversation just yet, he likely never will be. But he was determined to at least exist in the vicinity of his warframe.

Luke didn’t expect the operator to suddenly hop out of him in his headquarters with an offer, asking whether he wanted to hang out and maybe get some tasks done. The Limbo prime was glad to come along to wherever Caserin was willing to take him.

They spent a couple days together, during which they assembled and tried out new weapons by bringing them to assigned missions, restocked supplies, and even caught and cooked freshwater fish from the lake on Earth’s plains. Caserin then realized he hates the muddy aftertaste of such fish and decided to never bother with freshwater creatures ever again.

Emptying data vaults was the mission they left for last. “A little bit of stealing. As a treat.” Kyn had said, and Luke didn’t scold him this time. He knew he was a hypocrite when it came to dastardly activities. “Some stealing is petty, some is necessary.” is probably what he thought as a way to justify himself.

“Take B, I’ll go A” the tenno instructed his warframe and both split up. Caserin remained invisible to the naked eye as he traversed the ins and outs of the snowed-in corpus structure. He hadn’t yet mastered the focus schools and thus had to stop now and then to recharge a bit of energy before moving forward. This is why he usually chose the data vaults closest to his break in point.

Luke had no issues maintaining his momentum as is expected of a riftwalker. Nothing could get in his way regardless if he’s being seen or not.

He easily extracted the data before Kyn even got inside his chosen vault. The operator wasn’t far behind usually so Luke backtracked into a vent to wait for Caserin to give him a signal. The operator would use transference to get to him and they would do vault C together.

“Done” a voice rang from the warframe just a minute later. The Limbo Prime was then on his way to the third data vault when an unexpected avalanche stopped him at an outside portion of the base.

It was cold and the wind was picking up. The warframe walked around the pile of snow to measure a better way back indoors but with the miniscule amount of shields on him, he had to act fast or he’d start freezing. He had no explosive weapons on him, nor any abilities that could easily get him through the snow. After a quick moment of thought Luke let out a sigh of despair and got down on his knees to begin digging.

Caserin dealt with freezing temperatures much worse than Luke but he had the ability to melt the snow and decided it was best to cope with a frostbite and a runny nose than be at the mercy of corpus whose data they were stealing. By now a group of crewmen were surely on their way to dig the snow themselves.

“Let me.” he said.

Luke stood up in response and the wind immediately blew away his hat.

A foreign arm shot out of his back to snatch it and bring it back. Caserin then surfaced from the warframe’s front, his lower half still submerged within the frame to stay warm. He propped his elbows on Luke’s shoulders as he held the hat above the Limbo Prime’s carefully crafted imitation of tentacle hair. There were icicles already forming on Luke’s features, and, without thinking, Caserin placed his lips on the warframe’s forehead to breathe some warmth into his friend.

Three seconds of this contact and Luke wrapped his arms around the tenno to forcefully push the guy back into his body, back to where he had come from. The next thing Caserin knew, he had fallen into the seat of the somatic link on his own Orbiter. With the warframe’s hat still in his hands.

Luke returned to digging into the snow with never seen before vigor. It was no lie that the sudden, unusually intimate contact with the tenno was overwhelming his mind. He already knew he’d have to talk about it later. And he would make sure this talk happens.

Just a bit more and he finally scraped the metal door. The Limbo Prime ruthlessly punched through it and then sprinted towards the final objective that was data vault C.

Surprisingly the data wasn’t wiped yet. Despite the hiccup that was the avalanche, the mission was a success.

Luke downloaded the last bit of information into his data carrier and then took a slow stride to the extraction point. He had some things to figure out on his own before he could return to his operator.

They didn’t speak about any of it.

Amalgamation

Rumors of Sentients invading the Origin System had begun to spread as the tenno found out about the monstrosities going on in the Gas City. It was a noteworthy corpus base on Jupiter where Alad V conducted experiments as part of a deal with the Sentients who had tricked him into the partnership. Knowledge of the existence of amalgams created from Sentients and Corpus units led the tenno to investigate the Gas City and do whatever they could to sabotage ongoing processes, and deal with the biggest threat, The Ropalolyst, which continued being a menace after each and every time it got taken down.

Kyn and Luke had done their part fighting it when necessary. It was a tedious ordeal and the two were glad to be assisted by Viri and Nessi and their warframes every now and then.

Luke is agile and generally manages to stay out of harm’s way even when using the rift is not an option, but one time Ropalolyst managed to scathe the armor he was wearing. He had to get a replacement.

Upon returning to Caserin’s orbiter, he stripped what little was left of his coat and let the operator choose a new fit for him. The tenno eagerly obliged. The Limbo prime had an entire wardrobe of his own that he never even browsed himself as he liked everything that Kyn picked out for him at this point.

He sat down on the orange floor and observed the scratches on his body while waiting. They were insignificant enough to heal on their own. Caserin was smart to have convinced Luke to wear separate pieces of armor on top of his steel flesh body for protection. He would have been blown to smithereens if not for this decision.

Luke also took a good look at the index finger he was missing on his right hand. Swirly had sliced it off clean and Luke never got a new one in place. He insisted it was pointless to waste resources on, and that he’s left handed anyway. Kyn hadn’t approved of the decision at first but as time went by the wound became a signature detail of Luke.

Another wound was the ache deep inside his core.

Caserin returned with a new tailcoat and Luke got up from the floor.

By now it had been 4 months since the snowy incident on Europa and the Limbo Prime still hesitated asking about what the kiss was. But the more he kept quiet the more it bothered him.

He stretched out one arm and let the operator put the coat on one side, then the other. With his neuroptics he followed Kyn’s nimble fingers as they closed the buttons on the chest part of the outfit, and then glanced upward to face the operator when the hands moved to tuck in the slightly frilly fabric around his neck. Luke observed the details on Kyn’s face. There were always stray strands of hair covering Kyn’s slanted eyes, yet it never seemed to bother the man. He also made note of how Kyn’s eyebrows were drawn perfectly symmetrical each day. Luke could never.

After fixing the collar piece Caserin turned around to pick up a metal cased corset with the intention of securing Luke’s fragile spine. Another handiwork of Swirly that he didn’t get properly looked at and treated.

Caserin turned back toward Luke who once again lifted up his arms, allowing the operator to put the corset on and zip it up, then seal it with a strong but well decorated clasp on the front. But before Kyn could withdraw from his handiwork, Luke wrapped his already risen arms around the operator and pulled him into a silent hug.

The tenno interpreted the action as a way of expressing gratitude and responded accordingly. “Oh. um. You’re welcome. But we’re not done yet.”

Luke heard and understood the man, but closed the imitation of an eye on his face and kept holding on in hopes of sparking a different idea. Tightening the corset could wait.

After what felt like ages Luke sensed a hand on his back.

Kyn’s mental gears were turning in an attempt to piece together what was the message that the warframe was trying to convey.

“It’s okay, you know? You’re fine and next time you’ll do better.” The tenno figured Luke was upset about his performance during the fight with Ropalolyst, and attempted to comfort him.

The Limbo Prime let go of the operator, slightly irritated and very much misunderstood. He slammed his palms into Kyn’s shoulders to push the man back. The operator tumbled backwards to the floor. His eyes were trained on the warframe who was now casting a cataclysm bubble inside the orbiter.

“I don’t understand what’s going on but your abilities don’t really affect me. I’m sure you’re aware.” Kyn commented. It was probably a mistake on his part as Luke gave him an unreadable, likely negative, look.

“But they affect me.” A distorted voice spoke. It was untrained and strained but underneath the distortions it was rather melodic, with a hint of an accent of some kind.

Caserin quickly got back up on his feet. But before he could express any kind of verbal reaction, Luke continued speaking, “There is something we should address, Caserin.”

“I’m listening.” Kyn nodded.

“Do you remember the avalanche that we had to dig through on Europa four months ago?” Luke asked, and Kyn nodded again. He had a hard time falling asleep for at least a week due to overthinking the whole mission. It was the first time Luke had pushed him away like that.

The warframe placed a hand on his own forehead where Kyn had kissed him that day. “What did you do?”

The operator cocked his head sideways like an inquisitive kubrow pup. “Transferred some of my energy to you? You had frost forming on you and I can burn things. It made sense to warm you up.”

Luke’s shoulders fell in defeat and he slouched slightly. “So, I… misunderstood.”

He cast his gaze downward in visible discomfort, perhaps embarrassment, and turned his back toward the operator so the guy could finish fixing up the corset at last. The bubble of cataclysm popped, gone as quickly as it had been created.

Caserin sat still for a moment, still trying to process the situation at hand. Did Luke think he was coming onto him back then? He raised a hand to tuck some of his stray hair behind an ear. Then why would Luke hold onto him now? It clearly wasn’t Ropalolyst that upset the warframe. Most importantly, it turned out that Luke could talk after all and he chose to reveal the ability by asking about a very specific thing.

Time was ticking and Kyn was still thinking, recalling other situations that could justify the conclusion he was about to make: despite his own unsavory fantasies of the warframe, perhaps Luke had been the one attempting to court him. And for a very long time at that.

-Warframes don’t need sleep, but Luke learned to and has been doing so in the same room as Kyn.

-In the dojo Luke only attempted small talk with Caserin on the rare occasion he decided to visit. Other operators found him cold, and a bit intimidating.

-Sometimes he attempted to draw his own pictures when the two of them organized a little plenair. Kyn figured he would have to take a second look at these drawings when able.

-Luke always brought him little knick knacks from solo missions.

-And no matter how prim and proper Luke presented himself, Kyn believed him to be oddly cuddly for a warframe. But Kyn wouldn’t know for sure as he had no other warframes he could compare Luke to. The times when they were together, the Limbo Prime was always glued to his side despite having his own free will. They had a deal and only Luke’s half of it was complete, but they weren’t bound by any kind of contract. Years passed and Luke stuck around through thick and thin. Even now, Luke could have left but chose to stay and have Kyn continue to work on him.

There were probably more details to recall, but Kyn was missing out on a lot of cues as it were. He finally got up on his feet and walked up to Luke to tighten the still loose corset, as well as tie a pleasantly yellow bow on it. While working on the corset, he noticed the slight trembling of the warframe’s form. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant but, it couldn’t be positive. Luke was likely overwhelmed.

Kyn decided he should do something in an attempt to improve the increasingly unpleasant situation, and placed his palms on Luke’s upper arms to turn him around and pull him into a proper embrace.

“You didn’t misunderstand anything. I’m just a coward.”

#ah fuck here we go. cleaned this up a tiny bit but w/e.#last part. the 5th only has a single paragraph written but i'll pretend it doesn't exist lol #the whole thing is kinda nice to compare to my current writing. ive improved a bit since this #ritens-writing #wf oc #wf-devan #wf-kyn

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gamerartistfan08 · 1 year

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Space Goofs fanfiction Chapter 1 part 1

It was a wet evening as rain continues to pour down, showing no stop whatsoever, the city is as quiet as a big city can get.

We then got a view of an old house that sits on a small hill, untouched by any construction.

We zoom into a window on the top floor, inside is a lab and in it was Etno, a purple alien with a big red nose and pink lips, he’s the leader of the other aliens who are sound asleep in their beds (except Gorgious, a big blue alien with a single tooth out of his bottom mouth, who sleeps in a bathtub).

Etno has been busy drawing up blueprints for a new spaceship for him and the others to return to their home planet Zigma B, it’s been decades since they have been stuck on this planet, many times Etno tries to build ships and tries to send out sos to other life forms in neighbouring galaxies.

Alas, they both end up in failure, sometimes some of the spaceships do work but then some humans would end up accidentally riding one or gets destroyed, it frustrates Etno to no end.

He dropped his pencil because he just finished the blueprint, looking at the design and believe that the next ship will be a success, but after looking his belief was washed away from a doubt forming in his head.

Etno then turns the print into a ball and throws it across behind him with other paper balls piled up.

Etno place both his hands on his face and sighed, the consent failures are taking a toll on him, for he has the faith of his friends to return home, and as the leader, he promises them they’ll be at their lovely home world.

Another problem with building ships is human technology is way underdeveloped compared to theirs, and also Etno wished he paid more attention in spaceship class, for his younger self pushed it aside and said he’s not going to need it in the future, if Etno could only build a working time machine he goes back to find young Etno and tell him to study, heck if he can travel that far back there won’t be a need to tell him because he can always go back to the day they left for their holiday and warn them what will happen at that date.

Alas, again it’s impossible to do so as if the universe is playing jokes on them, even probably the Earth as well.

Etno removes his hands and looked out outside the window as the rain keeps running down from the sky, he then looks up to his wall clock above him and both the hands are pointing at two, it’s 2:10 am, he’s been so busy coming up a plan he didn’t realise how late or early the time is.

Turned his head away and sighed again as he sits up and carefully place his things inside the drawer of his table, Etno walks out of the lab, flips the light switch and closes the door as he gets ready for bed as he walks to the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and a drink of water from the bathroom Etno begins to walk quietly to his (temporarily)room and lays down on his bed with the sheet and blanket covering him. Etno stares at the ceiling of his room thinking to himself if he’ll be able to get everyone back home, for years have gone by, more than they like and humans advance slowly but are still stupid and still fret about them.

His red iris eyes began to get heavy and finally closed them for the night or early morning, Etno begins to dream a dream where both he, Bud, Candy, Stereo and Gorgious are back home, hoping it is real.

Elsewhere location unknown.

Meanwhile, somewhere far, we see a view of a closed-off area with electric fences surrounding some small buildings, with signs saying DO NOT ENTER and THERE ARE DESERT SHARKS OFF LEASHES ROUND THIS AREA. Out front of the gate are two soldiers standing guard against any intruders, following the view we see inside a secret base with some people on computers, and others working on machinery, they seem to be robot parts as they put the parts together to complete bulky and tall robots. We then view on top to see rows of the said robots, they are not active for they are still a work in progress but one of them seems to be nearly complete as the mysterious men who's identity are covered by the shadows are around said robot. A sliding door opens and steps in another shadow cover man but he is probably someone of higher rank than the others as they stopped talking and give a salute. The higher rank man walks in front of the robot to look at the progress so, he turns to one of the men and says “The machine is finished I take it?” “Nearly sir.” replays a man, “We just need to finish installing a program and it is ready for service.” The higher rank’s mouth turns to a smile, a devilish smile for he is pleased upon hearing the work is almost done. “How long until it's finished?” “It will take probably a few more working days to complete as the programs are coded to be affected enough to do automated.” The higher rank turns and walks to glass that sealed off the rows of uncompleted robots. “With these advanced robots, we'll be able to track down criminals to unwelcome invaders. Then governments around the globe will stockpile them all, ready for action when needed, but most importantly we’ll be seen as ‘heroes’ while we are in the next phase of conquering, and our enemies will beg on their knees for our great might and power!” The man then begins to chuckle as the view changes back to the outside of the base.

Hello, everyone, it's me GamerArtistfan08, in the last post I talked about writing fanfic and I just finished one, again I'm not a writing expert and with help of Grammarly I think I did an alright job, also the parts,where both Etno is in class, failed it and being depressed, is based on a short comic by gingacd on Tumblr, thought it be interesting for the story ( poor Etno), gingacd artwork is amazing and credits go to her, please let me know if what I wrote is decent and to gingaced, please let me know as well should I have asked first, bye!

https://gingacd.tumblr.com/tagged/space%20goofs

(Update: just realised that Etno’s lab is now in the basement since season 2, opps.)

#space goofs #space goofs fanfic #etno polino #oc #writing #les zinzins de l'espace #stupid invaders

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*.·:·.✧ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨! ✧.·:·.*

It's that time of the year. The time when the earth was nearest to the sun's orbit. The time when the whole world would experience a big increase in temperature. The time when people would need sunscreen or at least a hat. That's right — summer is just right around the corner. And for a certain acting crew, that means that they get to enjoy this season's vacation once again.

The LOH stars were allowed to spend the start of their summer vacation somewhere. Everyone put off their work schedules and packed their bags, ready to spend a week on a nice beach resort. Of course, everything was planned and covered by Clover, as it was part of the paid vacation they had for their precious actors working earnestly to make the game successful. As this was [Y/n]'s first work vacation and one week of summer on a beach far away, she was thrilled.

The crew flew on a private plane in the late afternoon the day before and just arrived in the early morning at the airport. And then, a rented bus came to fetch them and drive them all toward the hotel where they would be staying for an entire week. The resort that they arrived at was called the 'Diamond Resort', located on a small island near a beautiful stretch of water. The place was not just a simple resort — no, it has a couple of buildings on the island for entertainment purposes, recreational facilities, and some shops and cafés along the shoreline. Furthermore, the island had a couple of smaller islands located near it, which can be traversed via a jet ski or a speedboat.

Since it was still early morning when they arrived at the resort, the young [h/c]-haired actress wasn't able to fully admire the view from outside the bus, add also the fact that she was so exhausted from the trip that she kept nodding off despite trying to stay awake. But, fortunately for her, she was able to see what the hotel they were staying at looked like. 'Luxury Highrise Hotel', was the name of the only hotel building on the island. It was considered a five-star hotel, and just from gawking at the looming building in front of her when they arrived, the girl knew that it indeed lived up to its label.

After the crew spoke with the receptionist about the reservations and rooms, everyone headed towards their respective suites and settled their belongings in, finally able to rest up from the long and tiring trip. After all, their summer vacation will officially start once they wake up later that day.

"Hnghh..." a certain teen groaned out, her body twisting and turning as she slowly woke up from her deep slumber. After a few moments of stretching her limbs, she stayed still in her spot, an arm on top of her covered eyes. She then released a long yawn, murmuring. "...What time is it...?"

[Y/n] was fighting against the urge to sleep more in her comfortable bed, her mind still half-asleep. The exhausting trip that lasted more than 10 hours and the jetlag that followed upon arriving here was still taking a toll on her body. But the girl knew that she had to wake up now or else she'd ruin her sleep cycle, thus missing out on multiple opportunities to enjoy the summer vacation.

So, despite wanting to melt against the mattress, the girl willed herself to fully wake up.

"It's so peacefully quiet here... I wonder if they just left me alone in the suite... Rude."

Wearily removing her arm from her face, [Y/n] then removed the eyemask that covered her eyes. However, even though she was expecting it, the young actress still flinched at the sudden invasion of light into her lids.

"Hopefully, it's still early morning and not afternoon," she sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and tentatively opening them. Once adjusted to the surrounding lighting, she tilted her head to the left a bit, seeing wonderful scenery outside the large windows. "Beautiful..."

The girl then sat up, further admiring the island resort below from the hotel floor she was on. The sun was perched atop the clear, blue skies. A couple of large, white clouds float past, sending some shade to the people below. [E/c] hues widened in awe at the sparkling ocean not afar, its gentle waves crashing against the sandy coast. Near the beach were buildings lined up, some seemed to be clothing stores while others were food parlors. Then, as she gazed straight down, she saw the asphalt street, a very little traffic in the area.

"Man, I hope I didn't sleep for too long," taking the phone by her side, the young [h/c]ette then opened her device to check the time. 10:03 AM. She sighed in relief.

Finally getting off her bed, the girl pulled away the curtains that separated her area from the main room. [Y/n] wasn't sleeping in a bed or the bedroom. When they arrived at their suite, the room had ceiling-to-floor windows everywhere — in the living room, in the bedroom, and even in the open kitchen and dining adjacent to the living room. What's more, is that [Y/n] instantly noticed a certain feature in the suite that instantly caught her attention.

Entering the room, the girl's gaze landed on an alcove by the glass windows. It was like a settee where people could sit and look outside the arched windows, and instead of being indented into the wall, it was protruding outward. The space was big enough to be used as a bed, with a soft mattress attached to it, supported by a sturdy wooden frame. Then, there's a space that acts like a bedside table where they can place their devices, teacups, and even scented candles.

Despite having two king-sized beds in the bedroom which the five of them could certainly fit in, [Y/n] was adamant about using the 'alcove bed', as she named it. And that's how she ended up sleeping in the living room. Nonetheless, she enjoyed her sleep.

Stretching her limbs as she hopped off her bed, the young girl scanned the living room and its adjacent open kitchen. Most of the curtains were still drawn closed, making the suite a bit dim. But a few curtains were already open by the kitchen area, letting the bright light seep through the windows.

[Y/n] trudged over to the bedroom room, checking if any of her family members were awake at this hour. She opened the door, careful not to be noisy. Peering her head inside, she saw a large lump underneath the fluffy blanket, a mop of black hair peeking above the bedsheet in one of the beds. Glancing at the other bed, she saw a familiar green tress and another mop of black hair.

She hummed to herself.

"So Rouin oppa is the only one awake now?"

Closing the door behind her, [Y/n] sauntered away and proceeded towards the dining area where she saw the blue-haired man that she was thinking of moments prior. Rouin was seated on the barstool, a simmering cup of coffee on the island counter while he was busy reading a book, the familiar reading glasses propped on his nose. Noticing the approaching girl, the man placed down his book and turned to her.

"Good morning, [Y/n]," Rouin greeted, smiling his signature warm smile.

The girl nodded back, walking over to him. "Morning, oppa."

"How's your sleep?"

"I'm fine. Although I still feel a bit drowsy," the girl hummed, taking the seat next to her childhood friend. Then, she leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes in the process. "The bed was so comfy that I wanted to sleep more. But if I did, I'd be missing a lot later on and may disrupt my sleep schedule."

"I see."

"How about you, oppa? Did you sleep well?"

The man took a sip of his cup, adjusting his body so that he could comfortably take the girl's weight on him. "I did."

"When did you wake up?"

"I woke up at 9. Your brother woke up shortly after, wanting to have a light meal since he was hungry," the older male explained. "Then, I accompanied him down to the hotel restaurant where we ate a light meal. After, we returned, and he went back to sleep. Zelda and Cannae haven't woken up still."

"Mhm," nodding, the girl let out a yawn. "Don't you feel tired yet, oppa?"

"Don't worry about me," he lightly chuckled, bluish-gray eyes softening at her concern. "Since I had coffee, I won't be able to sleep for a while. Maybe later in the afternoon, I'll take a short nap then we could explore the resort in the evening."

"Mhm! I'd love that!" at his words, the girl instantly beamed. Her eyelids shot open, [e/c] hues sparkling at him.

Once more, the male chuckled, gently patting her bedhead. "Alright. Take a quick shower first then let's go down so you can have breakfast."

"Okay~"

"Whoah... The hotel restaurant is big and fancy..."

Round, [e/c] orbs were wide upon seeing the large dining area of the hotel. There were a lot of people inside, the sounds of light chatter and busy employees resonated inside the hall, and the soft jazz music barely be heard in the background.

After the young actress took a short shower and fixed herself, she left the suite she and her family were residing in. Rouin escorted her through the floor and took the elevator to the ground floor, where the amenities were located. The two conversed about their plans for the next couple of days, thinking of ways to enjoy the vacation given to them to its fullest.

The two walked around the area, seeing most of the tables and booths occupied. Fortunately for them, they saw some of their colleagues seated at a table nearby. [Y/n]'s face lit up and she immediately skipped toward the two women who were peacefully eating their brunch.

"Cesaire! Rosanna! Good morning!" the [h/c]ette chirped, finally arriving at their table.

"Good morning, [Y/n]," Cesaire greeted back, forcing a smile despite the headache she was feeling at the moment. Her gaze then landed on the blue-haired male behind the young girl. "You too, Rouin."

Rouin hummed, nodding at them. "Pleasant morning to you too, ladies."

"Hngh... Morning, kiddo," Rosanna managed to say, exhaling a large sigh. She had a hand on her temple, massaging her temple. Her narrowed eyes then traveled from her meal towards the [h/c]-tressed female. "You're quite lively, huh?"

She frowned at the condition the two older women were in. It was clear from their facial expression and body movements that they were not in the best of conditions. [Y/n] was lucky enough that she was regularly eating vitamins and food supplements, and while they were traveling, she already consumed medicine for headaches.

"Do you want me to buy some headache medicines?" Rouin suggested, concern washing over his face.

"If it's not so much of a trouble," the brunette female murmured, her face scrunching from the pain in her head.

The blonde's face had a scowl, though it wasn't directed at any of them. "Thanks for the offer, Rouin."

"It's fine. Then, I'll be going. [Y/n], eat a proper meal, alright?"

The mentioned girl nodded. "Mhm. Don't worry, oppa. I'll also be here to accompany them."

"Alright," smiling, the man then waved as he slowly walked away from the three. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Once Rouin left the restaurant, [Y/n] then took a seat at the large table. There were about eight chairs arranged around the table. Rosanna and Cesaire were seated near each other, while the young actress decided to sit opposite them. The women focused on finishing their light meal, which consisted of soup, an omelet, and some salad.

"I wonder who else is suffering from jetlag and headaches... Luckily I didn't or else I'll be grouchy for the whole day. And I don't want to be grouchy especially when it's the start of summer vacation."

Taking the menu from the middle of the table, the young girl scanned through the selection of food offered by the hotel. Her stomach grumbled just from seeing the pictures on the menu and reading the delectable-sounding meals. As much as a foodie this girl was, she knew that she should hold back with her desire to try out every food here and possibly suffer from overeating.

So, the girl finalized the meal she would be eating for the day, fortunately, almost all of her favorite food was available there.

"Excuse me," she raised her hand, calling for a nearby waiter who luckily noticed her.

The man sauntered over to their table, a pen and notepad ready in hand. "Yes, miss? What would you like to order?"

"I'll be having [f/f] and [f/d] please."

"One [f/f] and [f/d]. Is that all, miss?"

"Yes. That's all."

"Alright. I'll be back with your meal, miss," With that, the waiter bowed and proceeded to tell her order to the chef.

Returning to reading the menu, the young [h/c]-haired actress proceeded to list down the meals she would order in the future. After all, she has to make the best of this one-week summer vacation in a foreign island resort. It's not like she has every opportunity to return here.

"[Y/n]."

"Hm?" peering above the menu, the young girl blinked at the woman who called her.

"Where're your older siblings and Cannae?" Rosanna inquired, her visage now a bit relaxed.

The girl smiled at that. "They're still asleep. I was told that Oppa woke up an hour early to have a light meal before returning to sleep. The girls haven't woken up yet. Maybe they'll sleep in until the later afternoon."

"I see," the blonde hummed, focusing on her soup. "Bianca was still sleeping. Since she rarely travels on a long flight, the fatigue must've caught up with her."

"Mhm. Will the two of you explore the resort later?" [Y/n] asked, her eyes scanning both women's faces.

Rosanna grunted. "When I get a bit better. This headache will be hindering me from enjoying vacation."

The [h/c]ette then turned to Cesaire, who only offered her a pursed smile. "I'll be resting for a while after eating. Though, I could accompany you and the others when you plan to explore later on."

A small smile emerged on the girl's face at their answers. Despite not being able to explore the whole resort with them at this time, [Y/n] was still glad that they didn't turn her offer down. Since this was the first day of their summer vacation — and they just arrived earlier today — [Y/n] had expected that some, if not most, of her colleagues would be having trouble adjusting to the new time zone, thus, missing a lot of chances to explore the resort.

Nonetheless, she didn't hold it against them nor was she upset because of it. Although she won't be able to spend time with a certain few of her friends, she could still plan a fun activity for them to do in the next few days. That's why the young girl was eager to explore the resort — so that she could see what they could do on this resort island and which person to drag to what activity.

"Rouin oppa said that there's a tour around the island every 12 noon and 6 PM. After eating, I will take a tour!"

"Ah! Is that [Y/n]? [Y/n]~!"

The girl whipped her head towards the familiar masculine voice. In the distance, she could see a certain redhead male who was waving at her, a tall, buff, tanned male with raven hair, and a short child next to him. Instantly seeing the trio, a smile graces the [h/c]ette's lips.

"Ricardo! Nine! Axel! Hey~" she waved back at them, ushering them to their table. "Good morning, guys!"

"Morning, [Y/n] noona..." Nine groggily greeted, rubbing his magenta hues with his hand. Then, he let out a yawn after.

[Y/n] giggled at a sleepy Nine who just called her older sister.

"Cute~"

"Good morning, everyone," Axel greeted, bowing a bit toward the older females.

"Morning, madam Rosanna," Ricardo grinned. "Morning Cesaire."

Cesaire gave a nod of acknowledgment. "Morning to you boys as well."

"Did you guys just wake up?" the young girl asked, ushering them to take a seat on the vacant chairs.

Ricardo sat next to Rosanna, Axel taking the seat next to him and gently setting a still-drowsy Nine to his, which was between [Y/n] and the black-haired Valkarios. Once they were all seated, the boys engaged in a casual conversation with each other. Cesaire and Rosanna would join, though not that much since they're still suffering from headaches. So most of the time, they would just nod or grunt in response to the other's questions.

Their brunch session ended up becoming a peaceful time. The tables were filled to the brim with delectable meals, courtesy of Axel and his massive appetite. Sadly, the two women had to leave after Rouin returned with the headache medicines, with the man accompanying them back to their floor. After all, they needed to rest to get better so that they could tag along with the others later on. That meant that the young adults were left sitting at the massive table, enjoying their brunch time together with laughter and chatter.

After an hour of eating and having fun with the boys, [Y/n] decided to catch the island tour that her childhood friend mentioned earlier. As she bid goodbye to the three males, the young girl went straight to the hotel exit, a hop in her step and a smile on her face. Exiting the building, she was immediately greeted by the warm breeze and the blinding light outside.

"Oof. That's bright. And the air's so humid. Thankfully, I wore light clothes."

Once her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness outside, the young actress scanned the entrance of the hotel. In front was a large fountain spewing water to the basin below, the stone pathways leading out to the curb. There are various bushes, flowers, and trees planted on each side of the building, providing some sort of natural landscape amidst the man-made structures all around.

In the distance, [Y/n] could see the various shops lined up on the other side of the street, and further away, in between the cracks of the buildings, she could see specks of sand and ocean. She could even hear the cries of seagulls nearby, bringing a smile unto her lips at that.

"Dear tourists! The bus for the noon island tour will be leaving in a few minutes! For those who want to come along, you are welcome to do so! There's no fee at all!"

A woman's voice called out nearby, earning the [h/c]ette's attention. It was exactly what she was searching for. Perfect. Smirking to herself, the young actress sauntered over to the tour bus by the curb near the hotel, where the woman earlier was waiting outside.

"Hello," [Y/n] walked up to the tour guide, smiling.

Noticing another potential tourist, the woman beamed. "Oh, hello there, young miss! Are you interested in riding the 'Diamond Resort Tour'? The ride's free and I can assure you that it's entertaining as well!"

"Sure thing!" [Y/n] giggled, feeling giddy for today's tour adventure.

"Great! Just come inside and take a seat anywhere!"

Following her words, the young actress entered the small bus, in her hand was a pamphlet given to her by the tour guide. Despite her thoughts, there are about a dozen of tourists inside the bus. However, the girl shouldn't be that surprised since this island resort is the number one travel destination during the summer season. And she's pretty sure that most people here are first-timers such as herself.

"Ah. Some of my friends are also here."

Walking further into the vehicle, the young girl noticed a certain group of people situated by the back of the bus. Dhurahan and Ondal were seated at the very back, their large frame very noticeable from where [Y/n] was currently. Baretta's ash-blonde hair stuck out like a sour thumb against the bland interior of the bus, adding also the fact that she had her face glued to the window. In a few seats in front, a certain pair of female twins were conversing with each other, their facial expressions gently changing.

"Good morning, everyone~" the girl sang, successfully earning her friends' attention.

"Hello, [Y/n]," Mu greeted, sending her a smile. Lambda seconded, mirroring her twin's smile.

Ondal nodded in her direction, a minuscule smile adorning his lips.

"You're the only one riding?" Dhurahan raised a curious brow. "Where are your family?"

[Y/n] shrugged. "Rouin oppa returned to the suite after buying headache medicines for Cesaire and Rosanna. My family members are still asleep. I think."

"[N/n], sit here beside me!" Baretta motioned for the girl to sit. And when she walked over to her, the older female pat the empty seat, grinning. "It's much more fun when with friends!"

She giggled, sliding into the vacant seat next to the woman. "Alright, alright~"

It didn't take long for the tour to finally commence. Excitement filled the girl's whole body, her heart speeding up and eyes glued towards the scenery outside. Baretta's green and [Y/n]'s [e/c] hues widened, sparkles in each orb as the bus drove past the many shops lined on the other side of the road.

"This street where most of the buildings and amenities were located is called the 'Sunset Street'. This is a one-long street housing the 'Luxury Highrise Hotel', the only hotel on the island, a couple of food parlors, clothing, and make-up stores, and many more. It takes exactly 15 minutes to exit this street and arrive at 'Diamond Beach Boulevard'," the tour guide explained, her tone of voice as cheerful as ever while her hand gestured towards the building they passed outside.

All of the passengers had their attention on the outside, their eyes fixated on the numerous shops lined up on the side of the street and some group of individuals coming in and out of the establishments. A couple of stores instantly piqued [Y/n]'s interest as she took note of some of them for her to check out later.

Then, they went into a tunnel that led to what seemed to be the back of the island. Once more, [Y/n] was left in awe at the new scenery. The place was like a small subdivision, with houses that looked like a two-story beach house. Although the beach houses weren't anything fancy or huge, their overall cozy design and different pastel-colored walls were pleasing to the young girl's eyes.

"And here we have is the 'Diamond Beach Boulevard'. This small, subdivision-like place is the residence of the employees working here at Diamond Resort. There are also private-owned beach houses here that regular tourists use when they take a yearly vacation at the island."

"Whoah... So cool..." [Y/n] awed, her lips soon sporting a slight pout. "Man, I wish we could own a private beach house as well."

"Me too..." Baretta seconded.

Dhurahan's gaze lingered on the array of beach houses, a thoughtful expression on his facade. He then turned towards the tour guide in front and raised his hand, successfully earning her attention.

"Yes, sir? Any questions?"

"How much do you have to pay to own a private beach house here?"

The [h/c]ette peered behind to look at the tall brunette, seeing his serious expression. She then looked forward, back to the woman in front. She was also eager to hear the answer, despite knowing that she nor her family could afford even just a single private beach house here at this resort. Nonetheless, that didn't diminish her curiosity.

"You can only legally avail a purchase of a beach house from Royaline Corporation, the private business owners of this resort. The process is very protracted and I heard that the contractors who handle the papers are very picky about who can and cannot avail for the purchase. Nonetheless, a private beach house can cost from 50,000 dollars to 100,000 dollars, depending on the location, type, and miscellaneous adjustments you want for your private beach house."

"O-oh..."

A couple of people inside the bus sweatdropped, noticeably a certain [h/c]ette. Hearing the amount of money for just a single private beach house in this resort was enough to make her jaw drop, and not in a positive way either. She crunched her eyebrows, lips formed into a pout once more.

As much as she was in awe at the beach house residence, the earlier price tag left a bad taste in her mouth. And now she can't help but think about how she was truly blessed to have this chance given to her.

"You'll form wrinkles if you keep frowning, [N/n]," a finger boop-ed the said girl's cheeks, making her snap out of her deep thoughts. Baretta smirked when her companion finally gave her attention. "Don't worry much about what the lady earlier. Just relish the moment!"

Seeing the woman's jovial visage, [Y/n] can't help but relax, a smile soon replacing her earlier frown. She let out an exhale, snuggling against the older woman while linking their hands together. She giggled. "You're right! Let's enjoy this tour and we could go sightseeing and explore later~"

"Right, right!"

The other four smiled at the two's interaction, especially seeing how cheerful [Y/n] was today. Surely, they had anticipated the girl to come up with a lot of fun activities for them to do in the upcoming days.

"Uwah~ It's so breezy up here~"

A certain teenage actress inhaled the crisp summer breeze, feeling the coolness of the wind brush past her skin as the warm rays shone overhead. Opening her eyes, she gazed at her five companions who went with her. The twins were chatting with each other, comfortably sitting on the grass under the shade of a crape myrtle tree.

Oswald arrived just now — the poor man was visibly sweating and panting, trying to catch his breath while leaning over the handle of his bicycle. Arkanath was a few meters away, just by the edge of the hill and overlooking the scenery ahead. As for Brandon, he was idling by a lone grand piano farther up the hill.

During the 30-minute tour around the whole island resort, [Y/n] had listed down all the possible places and activities that she and her friends could enjoy for the next six days. And once the tour ended, she decided to try and explore some public places on her own. The first on her list was 'Ever Garden', a small park on top of the hill just a few minutes walk from the hotel.

Luckily for the girl, Mu, and Lambda decided to join her and she was able to nab three more people who just exited the hotel. [Y/n] insisted that everyone should try biking up the park hill, as there is a bicycle rental just outside the hotel for tourists to use. And much to her delight, everyone agreed to comply. Thus, they started their six-man biking trip up the hill to explore the garden/park nearby.

"I didn't expect that you're that feeble," [Y/n] commented, fixing her gaze on the long-haired blonde. "Don't you regularly get exercise?"

"I...I do...!" Oswald barked, trying his best to regain his breath while glaring at the younger girl. "I was just...not prepared for this..."

She squinted her eyes at him, cynical of his claim. "Honestly, biking is much easier than just walking up the hill. At least, you get to sit and just move your legs in a circular motion."

"Biking isn't easy," the blonde retorted, finally regaining a bit of his regular breathing.

"Eh, it's easy enough for me," she shrugged. "Besides, you're the only one who's panting like crazy. Everyone else was fine after a few minutes."

"We're all built differently."

[Y/n] snorted, her [e/c] eyes sending a judgemental look toward the adult. "And apparently, you've got the lowest stats."

"Hey! That's not nice of you, you brat!"

Ignoring his enraged screams, [Y/n] turned her head away from Oswald and stuck her tongue out at him, despite being hidden from his gaze. Nonetheless, she skipped up the grassy hill, following the stoned pathway until she reached a section where the grand piano was located and a particular raven-haired adult was solemnly lounging.

"Hey, Brandon," she offered a smile, leaning her body against the side of the piano.

The man briefly glanced at her and hummed.

"Is Raligon still asleep?"

"Yes. He told me yesterday not to wait for him to wake up if I wake up earlier than him. So after I ate breakfast, I decided to take a walk around the area," he replied, crimson hues fixated on the grand piano. His fingers glided across the keys, gentle like a feather. "How about your siblings? I haven't seen them since I awoke."

"I don't know," the girl shrugged. "They were asleep after I woke up. I've been up for about two hours now, so they could be awake already."

Brandon hummed. "I see."

A peaceful silence befell between the two. [Y/n] leaned against the side of the piano, her gaze admiring the blue skies. As for Brandon, he took a minute staring at the side profile of the [h/c]ette, before his expression softened. A minuscule smile graced his lips as his fingers slowly made their way toward the keys.

Brandon's fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, producing a soft and melodic tune that seemed to blend harmoniously with the serene surroundings. [Y/n] closed her eyes, allowing the gentle melody to wash over her, creating a sense of tranquility that contrasted with the earlier confrontation with Oswald.

"This melody sounds familiar..."

As the music flowed, [Y/n]'s mind wandered, and she found herself reflecting on the strange but comforting dynamic she shared with Brandon. Despite his often aloof demeanor, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection that transcended words.

Lost in her thoughts, [Y/n] opened her eyes to find Brandon's gaze fixed on her, his fingers still caressing the keys. His smile had deepened, and there was a warmth in his eyes that she hadn't noticed before. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite decipher.

"I didn't know you played the piano," [Y/n] spoke amidst the melody, her voice barely above a whisper. "Also, was that 'A Quiet Moment'?"

Brandon's smile widened, and he continued playing, the music resonating with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. "I do play the piano, I just didn't tell you. It's one of the few things that bring me solace. And yes, it was the soundtrack from your game."

"Hehe, knew it," she smiled, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

For a while, they remained there, enveloped in the beauty of the moment. The young [h/c]enette would occasionally join in the melody with her humming or the usual 'lalala'. They continued to create music together, the combination of Brandon's skilled piano playing and [Y/n]'s soft humming producing an enchanting symphony that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the picturesque surroundings. It was as if the melody they were weaving was a reflection of the connection between them, a connection that went beyond mere friendship.

As Brandon's melody gradually faded, [Y/n] pushed herself off the piano and took a step closer to him. The ravenette's attention instantly landed on her as the young adult smiled. "Thanks for the wonderful exhibition of your musical skills~"

"Mhm," as usual, the man responded with a simple hum, his fingers resting on the keys.

Softly excusing herself, Brandon watched as the girl skipped away from him. The man stayed by the piano, his fingers once again landing on the keys to produce another melody. As for the [h/c]-haired teen, she decided to explore the area they were at.

"Hm... I wonder if there's also another way up here... The fences are still going on until the back, but I guess that's just to ensure that no one could fall off accidentally."

Moving away from the group, the girl leaned against the railing. She tilted her head, trying to see what lies beyond and behind Ever Garden without straying too far from her friends. She inhaled the crisp, salty air and felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. With these alone, the actress felt drowsiness overcome her.

"You look so relaxed like you're ready to fall asleep."

A sudden familiar voice spoke, making the teen turn her head at the unexpected companion. Seeing a certain white-haired woman standing beside her, a small smile crept on [Y/n]'s lips. Arkanath leaned on the fence as well, her gaze fixated on the sparkling blue sea.

"You could say that, I'm still sleepy from our travel and I've been awake for quite some time now. Maybe I'll take a nap later on," the younger girl let out a yawn, slumping against the fence.

Arkanath chuckled softly, her olive-colored eyes glinting with amusement. "Jetlag can be quite a challenge. A quick nap might do wonders for you."

[Y/n] nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll probably take a nap after exploring a bit more. But hey, have you had a chance to check out the resort?"

"Not yet," Arkanath admitted, her gaze lingering on the horizon. "I wanted a quiet moment, away from the bustling areas. This place is beautiful."

"It is," the young actress agreed, taking a moment to appreciate the breathtaking view. The sea stretched out endlessly, merging with the sky in hues of blue and gold. The gentle waves whispered a soothing melody, complementing the peaceful atmosphere.

"Some day I would like to go on vacation with my husband here next time," the woman mused, a wistful smile playing on her lips.

[Y/n] couldn't help but smile at Arkanath's sentiment. "That sounds lovely. I hope you both get to experience a relaxing vacation together here."

"Thank you, [Y/n]. I'm sure it would be a memorable experience." Arkanath's gaze shifted to the bustling resort below. "How about you? Any specific plans for the day?"

The [h/c]-haired actress pondered for a moment, before grinning at the woman. "Well, I'm thinking of exploring the resort with the others later on. I wanna go buy something or window shop at the Sunset Street. Then, in the evening, I'll be strolling by the beach with Rouin oppa!"

Arkanath chuckled. "Sounds like a perfect vacation plan. Enjoy every moment, [Y/n]."

"Mhm! Of course, and you'll be a part of it as well~"

After taking a three-hour nap after idling at Ever Garden, [Y/n] returned to the bustling Sunset Street with her friends. They strolled and explored the various shops lined up along the charming street. The vibrant atmosphere, coupled with the warm glow of the afternoon sun, created a picturesque scene. Laughter, music, and the aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, enhancing the overall experience.

As promised, Rosanna and Cesaire accompanied the young actress on her stroll. And as a bonus, some of the boys decided to join in as well. The group meandered through the street, browsing through boutiques, souvenir shops, and quaint cafes. The lively energy of the surroundings lifted their spirits, making it an enjoyable exploration.

"What ice cream flavor are you picking, [Y/n]?" Axel asked, playfully resting his large hand on top of the girl's [h/c] locks in front of him.

"There's a lot of unique flavors that I wanna try..." She puckered her bottom lip in thought, her gaze fixated menu right above the counter. "Maybe I'll go for a mix of tropical flavors. Mango, coconut, and pineapple sound refreshing."

"Great choice! I might get the same," Axel grinned.

Cesaire chuckled. "You both have a thing for tropical flavors, huh?"

"Well, we are on a tropical island," the ravenette grinned.

"True, true," Rosanna agreed, shaking her head. "You kids enjoy your ice cream. I'll just sit and rest for a bit."

Laughter and chatter echoed inside the 'Frostbite Frozen Delights', the LOH crew pondering over ice cream flavors to indulge their tastebuds with. Ondal opted for a red curry-pandan ice cream in a cup. Dhurahan chose a vegan almond butter swirl. Ricardo picked three scoops of banana ice cream on a cone. As for Nine, he tried a blueberry graham cracker ice cream on a cone.

Rosanna and Cesaire were seated in a booth next to the window, watching as their companions waited for their ice creams by the side as the line moved. Soon enough, everyone had their ice cream and sat with each other in two booths.

"Here~ I don't know what flavor you liked so I just opted for the classic vanilla," a cup of vanilla ice cream slid on the table in front of Rosanna. The blonde woman glanced at [Y/n], who smiled widely at her.

"There's no need for you to buy me ice cream," the older woman protested, but [Y/n] shook her head.

"Consider it a treat from me for accompanying me on this stroll," the young actress insisted, her eyes gleaming with sincerity.

With a soft smile, Rosanna accepted the cup, giving a nod of gratitude. The group settled into a comfortable conversation, exchanging stories and enjoying their frozen treats. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and camaraderie as they savored the sweet delights of the tropical ice creams.

Every so often, the group would share their chosen ice cream with each other, allowing everyone to experience different flavors. The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the faces of the LOH crew, creating a perfect snapshot of a carefree vacation.

"Ah! Don't take a large bite of my ice cream, noona!" Nine's magenta orbs widened when [Y/n] took a bite out of his blueberry graham ice cream when he wasn't looking.

[Y/n] giggled mischievously, savoring the taste of the blueberry graham cracker ice cream. "Mmm, it's really good, Nine! You should try a bite of mine too!"

Nine pouted but couldn't help but chuckle at the playful exchange. "Alright, fine. But just one bite!"

"Alright~" the older female chirped, scooping a plentiful amount of ice cream before pushing the spoon to the boy across the table. "Say, 'aah'~"

His fair cheeks were coated with pink, eyebrows scrunched together and his gaze fixated on the spoon slowly approaching him. Nine reluctantly opened his mouth, and [Y/n] fed him a small bite of her tropical ice cream. The girl grinned, her cheeks also tinted pink while watching the boy savor her ice cream.

"Now it's time to steal some of you guys' ice cream next!" she proclaimed, standing from her seat and walking to the neighboring booth where Ricardo, Ondal, Dhurahan, and Axel sat.

"Uh-oh," Ricardo sweatdropped, noticing the look [Y/n] was giving while her attention was fixated on his dessert. He glanced down at his ice cream before returning his gaze to her, hesitating his course of action.

"Here, you can have the rest of mine," Ondal raised his cup of ice cream to her, giving it to her without hesitations. "I had my fill."

"Thanks, Ondal!" [Y/n] gladly accepted the offer, taking a seat next to him. She dug into the red curry-pandan ice cream, savoring the unique flavor combination.

"Uwah! So delicious!"

Her [e/c] pools widened in awe, literal sparkles dancing in her eyes as she indulged in the delightful taste. The black-haired man let a smile grace his lips at the youngster's enthused expression. Within minutes, she devoured the ice cream, the corner of her lips stained with the vibrant colors of the red curry-pandan flavor.

"Wow, Ondal, this is amazing! I've never tasted anything like it before," [Y/n] exclaimed with genuine excitement, licking the remnants of the ice cream from the spoon.

Ondal chuckled, pleased by her reaction. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's one of my favorite flavors."

Meanwhile, Ricardo discreetly scooped a small portion of his banana ice cream onto the back of his spoon and extended it towards [Y/n]'s mouth. "Hey, [Y/n], try this."

Caught off guard, [Y/n] blinked at the spoon approaching her. "Ah! Ricardo, you're too quick!"

The entire group burst into laughter as [Y/n] playfully scolded Ricardo for his sneak attack. She accepted the bite of banana ice cream, savoring the creamy sweetness. After him, she glanced at Dhurahan, silently pleading with her puppy eyes to have another taste of his dessert. Of course, the tall man couldn't help but give in to her puppy eyes and have her devour the rest of his ice cream as well.

"Uwah! The evening breeze is so relaxing~"

A certain teenage actress let out a contented sigh, her [f/c] sundress and [h/c] tresses swaying along with the wind. The girl let her feet sink into the sand, feeling the grains slipped into the crevices of her toes. Holding onto her sandals with one hand, and the other making sure that her sun hat won't get blown away, [Y/n] leisurely strolled along the coastline.

Her childhood friend followed closely behind, a camera in his hand as he captured the scenic beach along with the beautiful sunset. The Diamond Resort's beach was bathed in hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the entire area. The gentle waves lapped at the shore, creating a soothing melody that accompanied the footsteps of the two friends.

As [Y/n] continued her leisurely walk, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty surrounding her. The resort was strategically located to provide a breathtaking view of the sunset, making it a perfect spot for an evening stroll. The air was filled with the salty fragrance of the sea, and the sound of seagulls added a touch of serenity to the atmosphere.

"Oppa, take a photo of me!" [Y/n] exclaimed, turning around with a playful grin.

Rouin chuckled, raising the camera to capture the joy on her face against the backdrop of the setting sun. The flash of the camera illuminated the vibrant colors of the evening sky.

"You look like you're having the time of your life, [Y/n]," Rouin remarked, lowering the camera.

"I am! This is such a beautiful place," she replied, twirling around in sheer delight. "I can't wait to explore more of the resort in the coming days."

The man smiled, his expression softening at her enthusiasm. He raised the device once more, focusing the lens on the [h/c]-haired teen in front of him. She glanced at the sunset, her face lit with a natural radiance. As the camera clicked, capturing the candid moment, [Y/n] felt a sense of pure happiness wash over her.

"Whoah! Look at the sky, oppa! There's a lot of stars coming out!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the darkening sky.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the night sky revealed itself, adorned with countless twinkling stars. The transition from the warm glow of the sunset to the cool, serene canvas of the night sky was nothing short of magical. Rouin joined her in gazing at the stars, appreciating the beauty of the night.

"It's amazing how different the atmosphere becomes when the sun sets," he commented, a hint of awe in his voice.

"Yeah, it's like a whole new world opens up," [Y/n] added, her eyes sparkling with wonder. "I can't believe we get to experience this together."

They continued their stroll along the beach, the sound of the waves creating a soothing soundtrack to their conversation. The night was peaceful, with only the distant laughter of fellow vacationers and the occasional seabirds breaking the tranquility.

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