#BAD TOP. guest muse.

[djhallyboo]

"I LIKE MEN."

[shrimpybbq]

rafe experiences the comfort of a mother

synopsis: rafe appears on his girlfriend’s doorstop, badly burnt and in need of care and affection

Rafe stood in front of the guest room, body stiff and hand frozen against the wooden door. He wanted to knock, he really did, and yet he was hesitant. Only the day before had the couple fought, screaming and shouting until both were out of breath. Rafe had watched his sweet girl leave with teary eyes and he’d felt bad, his heart twisting as she had slammed the door in his face. It was the same door he finally knocked on after realising he’d been motionless for too long. The rap of his knuckles echoed and for a moment, he wondered if she wouldn’t answer the door at all, until a creak sounded. Rafe raised his gaze to see his girlfriend standing in front of him, her fists rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“R-rafe? What are yo-”, she began to ask, voice heavy with tiredness, the hour late. It wasn’t until she looked at him properly that she paused, taking in his entire state. Rafe was standing there, clutching his arm to his chest protectively. It wasn’t the childlike pose that caught her eye though, no - it was the way Rafe’s eyes were filled with unshed tears and his bottom lip wobbling ever so subtly.

“Are you ok?” She asked gently, as if she were talking to their son. Rafe could only shake his head side to side, slowly pulling his arm away. At the sight of the red and blistering flesh, she gasped loudly, “Oh my god! What happened?”.

“I-uh, I got into some trouble,” Rafe responded timidly, full of shame and in pain.

“Come here,” his girlfriend said, gently ushering him into the guest room, “sit down. Have you cleaned this?” She asked. Again he shook his head, leading her to hum lowly. “Ok, I’ll need to clean it. Gimme a sec.”

Rafe sat on the bed patiently as he took in the room. He’d never been in there since she began sleeping in there, now taking in all the little trinkets she had lying around. He had been trying to get her to move back into his room but she still refused, and the pair used the nursery as a mutual zone.

His musings were cut off by a gentle voice questioning him.

“What happened Rafe?”

“It’s nothing, just an accident, you know?” Rafe grumbled out as she began to wet antiseptic pads in front of him. She looked up at him, gaze incredulous.

“This is bad, Rafe. You don’t just get something like this accidentally! You said you got into trouble before - what did you mean by that?” She questioned. Rafe sighed, having underestimated just how much she would question him, but he should’ve expected that, he thought to himself. When he didn’t answer, she began to clean his arm.

The sharp stinging sensation that travelled through him as the antiseptic touched his burn made Rafe jump, his voice exclaiming in shock. It was that sudden pain that caused the unshed tears in his eyes to spill over, and it was like once he started he couldn’t stop. All his pain and worries spilled out of him, the tears streaming down his face.

“Oh baby, it’s ok, come here,” he heard her say, cleaning forgotten as she pulled his head into her chest. Whenever she had comforted Rafe in the past, this had been his favourite position, curled up against her chest and having his hair stroked. So she did just that, soothing his heaving sobs with each pass through his hair. “It’s ok Rafe, you’re ok here baby. I’ve got you, ok? Breathe, Rafe.”

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, his sobs wetting the fabric of the tank top she wore. He’d almost completely exhausted himself by the time his sobs stopped, only able to breathe deeply now. It was then his muffled voice could be heard, “it was Barry.”

He felt her stiffen before she tentatively probed further. “Barry, your dealer?”

At the feeling of him nodding, she pulled him away from her chest. Her voice was stern, as if she was talking to a small child,

“Rafe, why is your dealer burning you? What did you do?”

He looked up at her, eyes wide and rimmed with red. He looked just a like their son, she thought, his features so innocent and needy.

“I-I couldn’t pay him back in time… I tried, I really did, but I had this thing and I couldn’t get it all there in time, and I said- I said to him I would get it bu-but he didn’t care,” Rafe began to ramble, his voice pleading with her to understand him. He had been trying to do better, for her - for his family. He watched her sigh, before she returned to clean his wound in silence. Rafe wanted to speak, to explain himself more but he didn’t know what to say, and the idea of her disappointed gaze upon him once more sealed his lips. The feeling of her fingers smoothing a burn cream over his wound tenderly had him curling back into her chest.

She began to card her fingers back through his blonde locks, feeling Rafe relax against her. When he was upset he would be one of two ways: angry and reactive, or clingy and touch-starved. Today, it was clear he was the latter. She couldn’t bare to leave him alone like this, and so she gently whispered,

“Come here baby, let’s get you into bed, ok?”

Rafe pulled away, his eyes wide as he looked up upon her face.

“Here?”

She nodded and began to pull the covers away, creating a space for him to shuffle in. Rafe allowed himself to be guided under the quilt and he couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of her fingers tenderly brushing his messed-up strands away from his forehead. As he made space for her beside him, Rafe watched his girlfriend pull away from the bed.

“Nononono-” he began to mutter, only to be cut off. His hand was outstretched pathetically to try and keep her by his side, scared to be alone.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I’m just going to the nursery. I thought you’d want him to stay with us tonight,” she soothed, watching surprised as Rafe shook his head in response.

“No, let him sleep. Just c’mere,” he mumbled, dragging her into his side and under the blankets. Within seconds Rafe had found his position for the night, curled up into her side, his head resting on her chest once more. He was so sullen and quiet as he listened to her heartbeat, hands clutching at her waist.

“Goodnight Rafe,” she uttered sleepily, the events of the night catching up to her.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against her chest. He didn’t say it often, preferring to show his love for her through actions, but she always knew it. With a soft kiss against the crown of his head, she echoed those words back to him, before slipping into unconsciousness,

“I love you too, baby.”

[sserpente]

Checkmate

“You know, maybe we should play strip chess instead. I think I would be motivated to win if I could get you naked!”

 “Strip chess?” Sylus’ eyebrows shot up. He blinked, observing you wordlessly for a moment. “Very well. Let’s take this up a notch. You lose one piece of clothing for every piece you lose in the game.”

A/N: What’s this? Another red-eyed, pale-skinned and silver-haired morally grey man? Might as well.

Words: 1386 Warnings: smut

You made it a point to sigh. Loudly. With your chin propped up on your elbows, you were sitting across from Sylus on the bed in your pyjamas, a chessboard in between you creating more distance from him than you wanted.

“Are you going to hyperventilate, kitten? This is the third time you’re sighing like this.”

“This is boring, Sylus.”

“Ah, you didn’t hear me complaining after ten long rounds of Kitty Cards, now did you?” He didn’t look up as he spoke. His crimson eyes were fixed on the chequered game board but his voice was not without that teasing tone that always drove you mad and never failed to turn you into a horny mess. Especially now, with how casually he was sitting on the bed with crossed legs and clad in comfortable clothes.

“The chess pieces aren’t meowing at me, it’s not the same. You know I’m bad at chess.”

“Then you’ll get better.” He made his move—and unfortunately, it didn’t mean much to you. You barely remembered the names of all the different pieces but you hadn’t wanted to turn him down when he asked for a round. Time spent with him was rare due to your different sleep schedules, and your visits to the N109 zones were even rarer. Things would change soon. But until then, you’d soak up every minute you could get with him. Even if he wanted to play chess. Even if it was boring as fuck.

“It’s your turn, kitten.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m thinking.” Another sigh. This time, Sylus chuckled in response.

“How do I move this piece again?” You pointed at the chess piece resembling a horse, tilting your head innocently.

“Kitten…” Oh, now that was a reproachful kitten.

“I forgot! I’m sorry, I can’t help it but chess is so boring.” You paused, thinking. “You know, maybe we should play strip chess instead. I think I would be motivated to win if I could get you naked!”

“Strip chess?” Sylus' eyebrows shot up. He blinked, observing you wordlessly for a moment. “Very well. Let’s take this up a notch. You lose one piece of clothing for every piece you lose in the game.”

You frowned and looked down on yourself. Perhaps you should have thought this through first. Sylus was wearing a light jacket, socks, a shirt, a pair of trousers, and likely underwear. You on the other hand had only two pieces of clothing on you—a silk pyjama set with the night sky and embroidered stars on it, a gift from him the first time you returned to the N109 zone to stay with him for a few days. It had been waiting for you on the king-size bed in the guest room. You almost chuckled. You’d never slept in that bed until this day.

“Having second thoughts?” he mused.

You shook your head. “No. Let’s keep playing. It was my turn, yeah?”

He blinked once as if to say yes, his expression so amused you wanted to sigh yet again. This time, however, you really did put some effort in. If you beat him, he’d be sitting across from you naked. So if you moved your pawn over there…

“I’m done.”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you mean ‘are you sure’? Don’t make me second-guess myself!”

“Very well…” He moved another piece himself and chuckled. “There goes your knight, sweetie.”

“Ugh! What?”

“Come now. You set up the rules yourself.”

You glared at him and aggressively took your pyjama top off to throw it at his face where it landed with a thud before falling into his lap. His amused grin was even more irritating than the complexity of this silly game. He had the reflexes to catch the piece of clothing. He could have. He simply decided not to. Ugh.

“There. Happy?”

You had hopes that sitting in front of him topless would distract him enough to make a mistake but who were you kidding? Even if he did make a mistake, you were nowhere near skilled enough to beat him at this game. Sylus knew that very well. You’d just hoped that you could snatch up enough of his pieces to see him naked again.

But the stern leader of Onychinus was nothing if not composure personified. He didn’t even bat an eyelash at your half-naked form even though you could clearly tell it did not leave him unaffected. His crimson eyes raked over your breasts and your hardening nipples due to the cool temperatures in his bedroom.

A few moments later though, he moved another piece. Sylus chuckled. “Checkmate.”

You gasped, your eyes darting back down to the chessboard. “What? How?”

“You’ve been focused on your queen too much. Now your king has nowhere left to go. See?” He pointed at the two pieces that cornered your white king. How annoying.

“That’s not fair! You tricked me!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You backed me into a corner!”

“You didn’t pay attention.”

“That’s impossible considering I’m topless and you’re still wearing all of your clothes! Was there even a way out?”

“There was.”

“But…but…ugh!”

Sylus raised an eyebrow and gave you a toothless grin. “I’m waiting.” He gestured at your pyjama bottoms.

“For what? The game is over, you’re still wearing all of your clothes and I’m still bored.”

Sylus laughed. “And you lost yet another piece. Don’t be a sore loser, sweetie.”

“I’m…not!” Cursing him under your breath you leaned back and shrugged off your pyjama bottoms without taking your eyes off him. It wasn’t nearly as sexy as you had hoped for it to be but beggars couldn’t be choosers. “This really didn’t go according to plan…”

“Your ‘plans’ never do, kitten.”

You scoffed. “Now what?”

“Now? You let me admire the view and revel in my triumph.”

“You’re impossible.”

Sylus chuckled. “You’ll find I’m very much possible. Come here.”

Now that was something he didn’t need to tell you twice. You crawled over to him fast, ignoring how the remaining chess pieces fell off the board in the process and made yourself comfortable on his lap. Sylus cradled your naked form in his arms as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. Your eyes fell shut almost automatically when he kissed your forehead.

His hands were less innocent. They ghosted over your exposed skin raising goose bumps where they went. It was sheer luck he didn’t tease you for how quickly your legs fell open when one of them travelled lower and lower, over your breasts and your hard nipples, your stomach and eventually…between your legs to where your body wanted him the most.

“Naughty little kitten, have you been this wet for me the whole time?”

You hummed in agreement, rubbing your nose against the crook of his neck.

Testing the waters, his long fingers started rubbing and caressing your outer lips until they slid between them with ease to tease your clit. Probing and exploring, working you up for him until he had you gushing and whimpering in his lap.

“Why…why were we playing chess if…if we could have just done this…the whole time…instead?”

“As much as I enjoy our…intimate moments, I do place value on spending intellectually stimulating time with you too, kitten.”

“Now you’re…making it sound like I’m…sex-crazed…around you…” Your panting increased, an all too familiar knot tightening in your lower belly.

Sylus laughed. “You’re not. Although…I wouldn’t blame you after getting that first taste.”

“You’re impossible,” you breathed out again. The words were followed by a moan. Sylus slid two fingers into your slick warmth, curling them inside you all the while his thumb kept caressing your clit. Shit, you were so close…so close…

“Sylus…”

“What is it, kitten? Tell me…”

“I’m…I will…oh shit…”

“Come for me,” he growled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You let go and fell, your orgasm rippling through you like pure electricity. Your wet walls tightened around his long fingers as he helped you ride it out and relish the taste of every last wave of pleasure consuming you. You kept clenching around rhythmically as that feeling of pure bliss slowly ebbed away again, leaving you breathless in his arms.

“Next time…” you choked out of breath, “…we’re playing UNO.”

Sylus chuckled. “As you wish, kitten.”

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - interlude

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: We’re so back.

word count: 643

author’s note: remember me???? before we fully dive into s2 of illicit affairs, i wanted to do a little interlude. pick you up where we left off, bring the right emotions in the game. you feel me. see u again soon

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INTERLUDE

“You guys know the drill and the house. Find your room, feel at home, and don’t bother me for like an hour, I need some shut eye.”

Rafe’s voice was already distant as you walked towards your room - the biggest guest room the house had, with an en-suite.

Nassau greeted you with incredibly sunshine when you first arrived. Since Rafe’s family had taken the private jet to Spain, the four of you had to fly commercial, which always brought some stress. Adding your aversion to flying, you were tired when you arrived. Still, it felt freeing, when the plane had taken off, like you were leaving all your problems at home. Your parents weren’t exactly thrilled about this trip, but you didn’t leave them much room for disagreeing either: your mother still felt bad for what had happened at the Spring Fling and your dad knew the best right now was to give you some space.

Rolling your suitcase into the room, which was severely overpacked, you let the door shut behind you, before you flopped down on the bed face first, sighing softly. You nearly dozed off, when you heard the door creak open, it was so quiet, you had nearly missed it with the whirring of the AC.

Peering an eye open, you saw Rafe slipping into the room, quietly shutting the door again. While you hadn’t exactly talked about how things were going to be while you were here, you had assumed things were on pause, given how risky it was to do anything, while sharing a roof with Kelce and Topper.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Getting some shut eye.”

As if that answered any questions you had.

Nevertheless, Rafe got on the bed next you, nudging you until you were slotted against his side. You were too tired to argue, eye lids heavy. Your trip started early in the morning, and all the excitement of getting here had passed, leaving you exhausted, and with Rafe’s thumb rubbing soft circles into the skin under your top, it was easy to fall asleep.

When you stirred awake again, you were disoriented. The sun was low, shining into your room and someone’s warm body was pressed to your side.

Right.

“Hey,” you mumbled, gently nudging Rafe, but he only groaned, burrowing deeper into the pillow.

“Five more minutes.”

“Rafe, I think we’ve slept for like, over an hour,” you said, reaching for your phone to check the time.

“Then we can stay up even longer tonight.”

“Rafe.”

Rafe sighed, before he stirred away, looking at you with bleary eyes, clearly grumpy.

“Is there any way I can convince you to sleep a little longer?”

His voice was low, and gravelly from sleep, as he splayed his hands under your top against your backside, while you tried to squirm away, laughing.

“You know that Kelce and Topper are always only a few feet away, right?”

“The house is bigger than that,” Rafe grumbled, but slowly sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Do you think I can go lay down in my room some more?”

Before you could answer his question, you could hear someone racing down the stairs, before music blared out of the stereo.

“So what are the plans for tonight? I need some drinks!”

“I guess resting time is over,” you mused and Rafe only groaned, his head falling back on the pillow, pulling the blanket over his head to drown out Kelce’s music. Snickering, you get out of bed, flipping open your suitcase to find something to wear.

“I’m gonna kill Kelce,” Rafe said from under the blankets and you rolled your eyes, amused. If the four of you got back from this trip in one piece, you’d be surprised.

Ignorance is bliss.

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author's note: ooop

[svt-kiki]

( 🍸 )　𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀　　⌅ .　

　✴︎　SEVENTEEN’S KIKI MET GALA DEBUT !!!　

────📄 ❛ THE ADVENT OF KPOP’ ANDROGYNOUS QUEEN　·　ROCKIN’ WITH LUXIROUS PURPLE TUX

dear readers, the day officially had came. the first monday of may in new york city can means only one thing — the met. this year’s dress code is “tailored for you,” inspired by the costume institute’s accompanying exhibition “superfine : tailoring black style,” which explores the history of black dandyism and its cultural impact. about this couple of years, the waves of kpop stars also reached to the met gala ( respectfully so ), just as what’s happening in the front row every hot season. so it’s natural that tons of royal fans praying their favs name on the guest list of the year. and this past years, there’s a name has been sparked not only among the fans but within the world of show biz and fashion industry with anticipation. the muse to several designers, film makers and show runners ( even actors, too, but that’s just some rumors so we don’t go further in here ), the idol, who captured people’s heart and leave them unforgettable impression.

no other than her, seventeen’s kiki.

and a good news is, we no longer have to wait with itching. the japanese idol / actress finally made her met gala debut in year of 2025. now the question is, who she’s gonna wear? there was a huge debate for months after months, and every candidates are huge name in the household. but don’t worry, we will tell every detail of it.

kiki showed up to fifth avenue with astonishing purple tuxedo, all crafted by a living fashion legend, yohji yamamoto himself. “as soon as i’ve heard the theme, i knew i wanted to work with him,” she spoke on the interview later. “his works has several strong features, and tailoring, and suits, are on the top of list. he has been kept pushing boundaries and shaking up the borderline between two different territories that society makes us believe unbendable. he resets the idea of norms, inspiring people that nothing can limits you. he taught me how to speak in fashion, and being myself with it.” then she added on amusingly, “also, i would be mortified if i didn’t wear yohji with this dress code!” she and yohji’s master-disciple relationship all began in 2019. this was around the time her fame started uprising among the couturier. from the start of the career, he kept crushing the standards in western europe and reconstruct the “as should be” in fashion, just like it was named revolution in black, from the impact he brought to paris alongside with rei kawakubo, the founder of comme des garçons back in 1980s. it is all about rebels against its wits and making changes — so as kiki, and black people.

kiki was considered maverick, the black sheep in the industry when she made public appearance in 2015. now it sounds like a bad joke, but people mocked and disregarded her for being single female presence in a huge co-ed group with multinational members. “people thought our company lost their mind,” she laughed about it while looking back the past in vanity fair interview. she was like no other idol. she haven’t sung about a girl who wanted a love from the boy. she didn’t have a chance to wear cute mini skirts and do a twintail to approach the audience in more promised, popular concepts as a female idol. she wears the pair of jeans, loose fit t-shirt just like other members, and more importantntly, she does interact with boys. boys and a girl, live, laugh, love in the same group. it was indeed revolutionary, and throughout the years her presence brought changes in kpop industry. lots of people pointed out she being a resource of public friendship between male and female peers singlehandedly. she unashamedly speaks up about unhealthy capitalism, toxic beauty standards and mental health in her world. how she acts rebelliously with a grace, resembles the way black people fight against the discrimination in society, trying to brought a revolution through the fashion. of course, it can be too careless if we speak kiki’s revolutionary among the industry and the literal movement for human rights, the history of the struggling for survive equally. however, if we look at the structure of the two elements, they are both working to break down the norms set by the environment, and yohji yamamoto is a brand with a similar history in this regard.

so, it all make sence that she choosed prince for the night’s inspiration. one of the reason she bowled everyone over is her outfit was vivid in the color of purple. this was surely a surprise for fashion people, because when it comes to colors, black is an absolute house code of yohji. it’s literally a signature color of the brand, yet he successfully embodied the spirit of the creation through her by burning those norms and normality of itself. “i mean... we originally planned in black,” yohji thoughtfully uttered in the final fitting video for the gala. “but if we think the theme of this year, it was kind of apparent that many people would attend in the color of black. in addition, vibrant color played huge role in black dandyism. in the process of researching, she ( kiki ) mentioned the impact of prince and how he influenced not just musically but in the term of gender. neutral, disturbing the boundaries very deliberately. he is sexy, but very chic. he and i gathered attention around the same period of time as far as i remembered, so i always had deep respect for him, although our path hadn’t crossed as i’d wished.”

there’s no need to explain the color of prince, as much as the black in yohji. to pay homage to the legendary gram rockstar, the overall silhouette of the tuxedo is tailored like a long coat, with pants that are wide but formed into the shape blending with the jacket and her body, adding the essence of a zoot suit. the costumes also included the reference of double collars and many buttons shirt from his past creation, a nod to the tailoring process for suits, which is also the main theme of the night.

what her peaces reminded me ── from the left, givenchy 1999, 1998, yohji yamamoto 2013, anna sui 1992, jacques fath 1993

kiki gracefully covered the actual costumes with a sophisticated gray coat when she left the mark, so the moment she appeared on the blue carpet, croud cheered for dear life. i mean, the hat with a feather? and the umbrella? oh, she fed more than enough spectacular for starved fashion people who were on the streets and the online to witness the biggest event like to watch super bowl. moreover, she never forgot to be thankful to the mentor, welcoming yohji yamamoto under the umbrella for the photo, after she astonished everyone by actually opening that prop, let the sewn black-purple crystal strings dropped from the hem, the purple rain. kiki’s choice was thoughtful, meaningful, never asking for the attention as she understands this is a huge opportunity to celebrate black culture in fashion — yet, she always got turned into the main sensation in the room because simply being, her.

her pack is definitely one of the fan’s favorite, not only carat ( as we speak, they meant when the fans were the one who let them shine, just look at her ) but enthusiastic met followers and high end fashion magazine. she was included in the countless lists from all over the world, such as harper’s bazaar, vogue, elle, the new york times and vanity fair. also in the vogue video hosted by emma chamberlain, she mentioned the excitement about her new friends in state — colman domingo and ayo edibiri — are going to co-chair the gala. “i’m probably one of the newest in their contacts, but they are always so warm and welcoming. i give them my best regards and wish they have amazing night.” it is difficult to determine who first stated these words, so we cannot give an exact quote, but it would be clear that it is speaking nothing but the truth. she is the people’s princess — or, prince may be the right choice for this time.

✉️　i would love to make kicheol edition for little met gala drabble if i had an energy for it

© SVT-KIKI　/　2025 .　

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[lxkeee]

Helloo, I was wondering if it was alright for u to write a lucifer x male reader where the reader is also a powerful demon and goes with lucifer to visit Charlie in the dad beat dad episode, and Charlie is just like OMG i have two dads now, this is awesome

if u don't write for male reader, then feel free to change or ignore this lol

MY GAYDAR IS NEVER WRONG!

—Lucifer Morningstar x m! Reader

warnings: mentions of s*icide.

When Charlie called Lucifer, he was excited that his daughter wanted to invite him to see the hotel. He thought he would be able to handle it.

In fact, he did not.

The poor man had a complete mental breakdown as he over thought what would happen, how would he act around his daughter, what should he say, and etc.

So, he decided to ask for help and he just knows the right person for that.

His beloved boyfriend of one year, [y/n].

Backstory time,

Lucifer has been seeing and secretly dating the man for a year already, it took a while but he got charmed okay? [Y/n] is literally so charming, very handsome, very chivalrous.... And very tall...

And is a pianist.

Lucifer met [y/n] in a famous restaurant, that only elites or the rich can enter. [Y/n] so happens to own that restaurant.

The only reason he was there at that time was because the other seven deadly sins wanted to have a get together.

As the dinner with the other seven deadly sins progressed, Lucifer was enamored the whole night, his eyes staring at the tall and graceful man sitting in the middle of the restaurant as he played the piano for the guests so beautifully.

Asmodeus even teased him, making the king of hell blush.

That's where his frequent visit to the restaurant started.

Lucifer claims that he just wanted to listen to the man play and nothing else.

Of course, [y/n] noticed his frequent visits and decided to approach the smaller man.

Of course, Lucifer was cautious.

Lucifer was suspicious why the man looked more humane than others, aside from his sharp teeth.

Eventually, the two slowly got along and then slowly developed romantic feelings for each other.

They started telling each other their stories too.

Lucifer found out [y/n] was a pianist when he was still alive, he was born in the 1920's and died in 1945.

[Y/n] died as passionless artist, who lost his inspiration and will to live.

But despite all that, [y/n] managed to find his passion for music again in hell and despite the era he was born in, he managed to go with the flow of time.

Yes, he knows gen z slang 😭

He's got serious problems when it comes to saying "lmao" "purr" and "slay"

Anyways, after finding out and realizing why [y/n] is here is because the sin he committed is that he didn't appreciate the life was given to him and decided to take it away by his own hands.

Lucifer's caution around the man was gone and maybe, not all sinners are bad.

[y/n] confessed first and Lucifer reciprocated by giving the taller man a kiss (he had to pull down [y/n]'s tie okay?)

And Lucifer didn't regret it, [y/n] is a passionate lover. A green flag of all green flags.

“Why are you here? You're so nice, you shouldn't be here.”

“If I was up there, then I wouldn't have the pleasure of meeting you and calling you mine.” [y/n] said with a confused tone.

Unaware rizz.

This man, doesn't know how much his words affect Lucifer.

And the fact he can carry Lucifer bridal style and calls him his muse is the cherry on top.

Anyways, back to the scenario. I'm done with the backstory lmao

Lucifer decided to text [y/n] telling him about the situation, wanting emotional support as he's nervous going to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people.

He thought [y/n] wouldn't be able to come as the man got work but he was wrong as not 15 minutes later, [y/n] bursts through the door looking absolutely disheveled.

[y/n] ran like his life depended on it.

“My muse, I am hereeee...” the poor tall man wheezed out, hunched on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

Lucifer had to help the man out by using his wings to dry him up.

“Better?”

“Better, thanks my love.”

Lucifer had to explain the situation to him on the way to the hotel and [y/n] giving him peptalk after.

After arriving at the hotel, [y/n] stayed at the side while he watched Lucifer interact with the others.

He swore he heard the pink arachnid say, “Is anyone's gaydar going off right now?”

“It's just you, Angel.” the gray haired girl says with a deadpan.

After Charlie introduced the rest, she noticed the taller male companion who came with her dad. The male was just admiring the interior of the hotel.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

“So... Dad, how about you introduce me to your friend that you brought over?” Charlie asked, making the two males flinch in surprise.

[y/n] giggling as he watched the flustered look on Lucifer's face.

The two males just looked at each other, having a silent conversation.

“Do you want to tell her?” is what [y/n]'s facial expression says based on the raised eyebrow.

“I guess it's time to tell her.” Lucifer says through his facial expression, as a sigh left his lips.

The others just stared in silence as the two males looked at each other in silent conversation.

“Charlie, this is [y/n]... My... Significant other.”

After Lucifer introduced the unknown man, Charlie's jaw dropped.

So did the other's.

The only thing Charlie can think is “Holy shit, I'll have two dads.”

“SEE?! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT MY GAYDAR IS POPPING OFF SINCE THEY ARRIVED”

It was a wild night. From the dad off, some loan sharks deciding to cause a mess. (Charlie has three dads now)

Do you guys want this as a series? I'm thinking of actually writing this concept because aihsjans it's so cutee and interesting 😭🤭

Also, I absolutely write for male readers as I myself is a man 🤭 aosjsi maybe I should write more Lucifer x male! Reader?

[schlattslambo]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCHh oMY GOD there is NOT enough content about dom!charlie people always depict him as a sub but i got a hunch that hes hiding his true dominance please we need this🩷🩷🩷

a/n: i absolutely LOOOVE this idea hehe i really hope y'all enjoy!!

just wanna put in a warning for jealousy and flirting with others just in case! it's done to get a reaction, not genuine.

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charlie has always been sweet to you. getting you small things while he's out, sending you messages when he's thinking of you even if you're sitting next to each other, giving you kisses and hugging you from behind. he dotes on you constantly and worships the ground you walk on.

despite this, you're mad at him right now. charlie hasn't been giving you the attention you're after since he's been working on a big video for his channel. you don't usually mind things like this, but you're needy.

the two of you are currently at ted's place for the weekend. he invited a group over for a barbecue (he just wants to show off his new grill, let's be honest) and this is seriously cutting into your usual cuddling time with charlie. so, you decide to cause some trouble.

charlie keeps eyeing you while you talk to people. he's currently in a conversation with schlatt about something. you honestly couldn't care less about it. you make your way over to ted, who's now flipping burgers and pretending he's a gourmet chef despite turning the last ones into hockey pucks.

"wow, teddy, this is a huge grill." you muse, putting your hands on your hips.

you flirtatiously grin up at him and he's quick to explain the specs of it. charlie's eyes are boring into the back of your skull, just like you want them to.

"did you carry this in by yourself?" you ask. "you seem super strong."

"i actually had schlatt's help." ted replies, the flirting going completely over his head. "i'm not that strong."

you giggle, and charlie's nearly boiling with anger now. why are you flirting with ted? you're his.

as ted teaches you how to properly smash a smash burger, charlie grips your wrist and tugs you inside. he pulls you into the guest bedroom where you guys are staying and slams the door.

"what the fuck was that all about?" he asks.

"what was what about?" you ask, feigning innocence.

"you know damn well what i mean," charlie growls, stepping forward. "why were you flirting with ted?"

"maybe i wanted to see what you would do." you reply, biting your lip.

"yeah?" charlie asks. "you wanted me mad?"

you shrug. "maybe."

charlie smirks down at you. "yeah?" he asks. "you wanted to get a rise out of me, huh?"

he backs you up against the bed and pushes you down. you gasp at the way charlie climbs on top of you and kisses your neck.

"you wanted me to get mad?" he asks. "take you inside and put you over my knee?"

you shiver as charlie sinks his teeth into your skin, nipping at your flesh.

"uh huh," you gasp.

"yeah?" charlie teases. "you want to be spanked for being bad? wanna be reminded of who you belong to?"

the way charlie's talking to you makes you press your thighs together. all you can do is nod.

"on your stomach." charlie orders. "over the bed."

as soon as he gets off of you, you adjust so your feet are on the floor and you're bent over the bed. charlie is quick to yank your pants down and land a harsh slap on your ass. you jolt from the force as your fingers grip the sheets.

"this ass is mine, understand?" charlie asks.

"y-yes!" you yelp as he lands another blow.

"yes sir," charlie corrects.

"yes sir!"

your words are muffled by your face being buried into the sheets. as much as you wanted this, you don't want schlatt and ted to know what's going on. charlie rubs your ass before nudging your legs apart with his foot.

"look at this, so wet," he muses. "is this from me being rough with you, baby?"

you nod, color blooming on your cheeks.

"maybe i should do this more often." charlie smiles.

he had no idea his pretty girl loved being toyed with like this. he makes a mental note to wear a belt the next time you decide to act up.

"yes please," you gasp.

charlie lazily sticks a finger into you, quickly finding your gspot. you gasp and press back onto his finger. he teases you ever so slightly, only allowing you to slowly crawl to an orgasm. but then, right as you're about to cum, he pulls his finger out of you.

"h-hey!" you whine. "you always let me cum!"

charlie smirks. "yes, but you're being bad, so this is your punishment." he explains. "keep it up and you'll see how mean i can really be."

the rest of the weekend, you're soaked from the mere idea of charlie punishing you. you want to just say fuck it and leave ted's place. but you know that it would raise some eyebrows. until you can leave, you're simmering in need.

charlie, however, is plotting. he wants you needy. he wants you to think that you'll be able to cum once the two of you get home. but no, that's just when the real fun starts.

[queer-in-a-cornfield]

Finished up my own submission for @duckverse-june 2025 week 1!

No title yet bc I’m bad at those but basically shenanigans ensue when the kids try to plan a surprise party for Donald, Della, and Daisy’s birthdays. Story under the cut!

“Okay, we’re all here, let’s get into my plan.”

Louie stood in front of a whiteboard he had “borrowed” from the money bin, facing Huey, Dewey, Webby, May, and June, who are sat on the floor of the triplets’ bedroom. On it was a scribbled list of the roles that everyone would play in said genius plan.

“So, as we all know, Uncle Donald, Mom, and Aunt Daisy’s birthdays are coming up, which calls for a party!” Louie begins. “More specifically a surprise party, which the six of us are going to put together for tomorrow.”

“Ooh, fun,” June whispers to May, who nods in agreement.

“Huey, you and I will be working on putting together the guest list and finding the cake. Dewey and Webby, you guys are decorating the houseboat. May and June, you’ll be keeping them distracted and away from the manor, and letting us know when you’re heading back here. Any questions?” Louie explains.

Huey raises his hand and questions, “Will we be inviting any of Scrooge’s enemies to this party?”

Louie groans, “Ugh, that was one time! And besides, we have more than an hour to make the list this time.”

Huey and Dewey snicker, and Webby leans over to May and June and explains, “It’s a long story.”

“Anyway, is everyone clear on what to d- Dewey, stop drawing unicorns on my board.”

“Isn’t that Mr. McDuck’s board?” June asks, while Dewey continues drawing and Louie tries to shoo him away.

After a moment, he gives up and sighs, “Y’know what, let’s just everyone get started planning.”

—————

Later that evening, while everyone was relaxing after dinner, Huey and Louie decide to sequester themselves into one of the manor’s many extra rooms so that they could plan together without anyone interrupting.

“Alright, so we need to figure out how to make this party appealing to all three of them at once,” Huey calmly begins as he closes the door behind him. However, his mood quickly changes. “...Where on earth do we begin?!”

“Relax, Hubert. Let’s just go one step at a time.” Louie interjects, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop himfrom freaking out.

Huey takes a quick deep breath and calms down some. “Okay. Why don’t we start with the cake?”

“Alright,” Louie agrees. “Well, we know Aunt Daisy is going to want something more elegant, but Mom wouldn’t want something super fancy, so that’s not a great start. Flavorwise, Mom won’t want it too sweet, but Uncle Donald would be alright with that. Do we know anything about what flavors Daisy likes?”

Huey thinks for a moment. “Hmm… what about red velvet? I don’t know for sure what she likes, but it seems like a good middle ground between all the things we do know: not too sweet, nice, but not over the top - and besides, who doesn’t like cream cheese frosting?”

“Lactose intolerant people?” Louie poses.

“ None of us are lactose intolerant,” Huey retorts.

“Not yet,” Louie smirks.

“…What?!” Huey exclaims, baffled.

Louie chuckles. “I’m just messing with ya, Hue. That sounds good to me. Plus, it’s a pretty common cake, so we shouldn’t have any problem finding one tomorrow.”

“That’s true, we could probably just get the bus to that one bakery a few minutes from here and check that off first thing tomorrow morning,” Huey muses.

“Provided we come to an agreement on what first thing in the morning is. And of course you would daydream about checklists,” Louie teases.

“Yes, I do. Now, onto the next item on today’s checklist: the guest list. That’s definitely more your area of expertise, but I’m happy to help you brainstorm,” Huey pushes on.

Louie perks up a little as he pulls out a piece of paper with the names of several family members already scrawled on.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s get to work on this…”

—————

“We could ask them to take us clothes shopping? That usually gets them both excited,” June brainstorms.

“Ooh, yeah, that’ll probably work.” May agrees.

Earlier that morning, they had gotten a text from Louie saying, that the rest of the group was ready to go as soon as they could get the adults distracted and out of the way, so they were now trying to quickly come up with a reason to convince everyone to leave with them.

“Let’s go with it then!” June exclaims, jumping up off the floor. May quickly also gets up, and they go to find Donald in the houseboat. He and Daisy are sitting at the kitchen table, chatting and drinking their morning coffee.

“Mom, Dad, can you take us clothes shopping??” they promptly begin begging in unison.

“Didn’t we go clothes shopping last week?” Donald questions.

“Yeah, but we want to go again!” May retorts.

“Wellll… I just can’t say no to my girls,” Donald gives in.

“Just let us finish up our coffee first,” Daisy adds.

“Yes! Thank you guys!” June says enthusiastically.

The twins begin to walk away again, but suddenly, May pauses and grabs June’s arm.

“We forgot about Aunt Della,” she whispers in June’s ear.

“Shoot, what do we do?” June responds.

Quickly, May turns around, and interjects, “Aunt Della needs to come too.”

“What?” Daisy inquires. “I mean, I’m fine with that, but is there any particular reason?”

“No, not really,” May answers quickly.

“Thank you, we love you guys!” June adds before the pair exit the room as fast as possible.

“Well…” May trails off.

“That could’ve gone worse,” June offers. “We still have the distraction going as planned, so I’d call that a victory.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll text the others, let them know what the plan is,” May agrees, pulling out her phone.

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Ding!

Both Dewey and Webby’s phones buzz as a text from May arrives.

May 💛

We have them taken care of, the decorating can proceed.

Taking that as their signal, Dewey and Webby quickly leave the mansion, and head to the nearest bus stop that will take them to where they need to go- the party supplies store!

After a short journey, they arrive and go nuts, picking out anything and everything they think is cool.

“Sparkler trick candles?”

“Oh absolutely!”

“Ooh, how about an ice sculpture making kit?”

“Ooh, fun! Huey’s whittled things before, how hard could it be?”

“Rainbow unicorn balloons!”

“Industrial size confetti canons!”

With their hands more than full, Dewey and Webby head to the checkout line, but just before they arrive at the till, Dewey checks his phone, and sees several messages they had missed while busy.

Louie 💚💰

girl you text so ominously

May 💛

Oops, sorry.

Louie 💚💰

dw about it

Huey ❤️

Dewey and Webby, just so you know for the purpose of party planning consistency, Louie and I were discussing how to make the party appealing for all three of them, and we were trying to toe the line of elegant, but not too fancy and over the top.

Just try to keep it simple

Louie 💚💰

stupid

Huey ❤️

LOUIE DO NOT PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH AGAIN

June 🩵

Why’d you call him stupid?

Louie 💚💰

no it was a joke so it would look like huey called dewey and webby stupid

June 🩵

Ohhhh

Dewey and Webby, you’re stupid!

Louie 💚💰

ykw, thats the spirit

Huey ❤️

ANYWAY

Suffice it to say, just don’t go overboard.

Also, we don’t exactly have Uncle Scrooge’s credit card, so don’t go crazy spending either.

Louie 💚💰

who says I don’t have uncle scrooges credit card

Huey ❤️

Louie go put that back. Also since you’re up, we should go pick up that cake!

Louie 💚💰

yknow im still pretty sleepy actually

“Oh sh- crap. Sorry Huey. Hey, Webs? I think we might need to step out of line,” Dewey verbs.

“What? Why?” She asks.

Dewey holds up his phone for Webby to read the messages.

“Oh. Well, let’s go!” She exclaims, stepping out of line and dragging Dewey along behind her using just three fingers.

They dump most of their previous choices on a random shelf once they’re away from any of the employees’ line of sight, and end up replacing them with some more simple decor in gold and teal colors. However they do still keep the trick candles, because of course they do.

While waiting to go home at the bus stop near the store, Dewey notices the time, and says, “Oh we’re gonna have to speedrun decorating the houseboat.”

“Eh, that’ll be no problem for the Dewey and a Webby dream team!” Webby responds.

A happy smirk appears on Dewey’s face, and he high-fives Webby.

“Let’s Dew this!”

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As they walk home, Donald grabs Daisy and Della to talk with them while May and June skip ahead along the sidewalk.

“Okay, so something is definitely fishy, right?” He whispers.

“What do you mean?” Daisy questions.

“I don’t know, I just find it odd that the girls would be so insistent on going clothes shopping right now, right after we last went shopping, and then also insisting Della also come along without much of a reason,” Donald explains.

“Aw cmonn, what if they just wanted to spend time with their favorite aunt?” Della retorts.

“They see you basically every day,” Donald deadpans in return.

“Surely it’s nothing,” Daisy assures him.

“The parent alarm bells are going off in my head is all I’m saying. I’d bet money that the boys are probably involved in this somehow too, the pranksters,” Donald replies.

“I’ll take that bet,” Della jokes. “Five bucks?”

“Eh, sure,” Donald sighs.

“What do you think they might be up to?” Daisy wonders.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon,” Donald answers.

Soon enough, soon arrives, and the group arrives back to the manor grounds.

May quickly whips out her phone and texts the others.

May 💛

We’re back to the manor, get everyone ready.

DEWEY💙‼️✨🎤💥

Got jt

“Guys, they’re coming! Everyone shh!” Dewey whisper-shouts to the crowd of guests waiting in the houseboat.

“And remember, we’re shouting ‘surprise’!” Huey adds before ducking below the windows with everyone else.

After a few seconds of tensed silence, Donald’s keys jangle and the door swings open.

“SURPRISE!”

Donald, Della, and Daisy stand in the doorway for a moment, surprised, before Donald turns his head, smirks, and says, “Della, you owe me five bucks.”

[laurenairay]

A reason to start over new - T. Jost

Summary: It’s been five years since Lucy has seen her ex-boyfriend Tyson. Can his grandparents’ Christmas party fix their broken hearts?

Happy birthday @senditcolton! This is my fic for your birthday bingo – I had a lot of fun with this one! I chose The Hand Touch, Exes to Lovers, Free Space (Resolved Angst), “You’re Too Good for Me”, and Winter Romance, making it a full bingo! Hope you have a wonderful day Nicole.

A massive thank you to @jostyriggslover96 for reading through this!

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: angst, flashback to breakup, some bad language, self-deprecation.

Title from The Reason, by Hoobastank

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I've found a reason for me, To change who I used to be, A reason to start over new, And the reason is you.

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“Oh wow, Val and Jim have really outdone themselves this year, haven’t they?”

Lucy glanced around at the Christmas decorations surrounding them, smiling at her mom’s words.

“Full of holiday cheer, as always!” she nodded.

She took off her thick coat and gloves, glad to be out of the icy air, hanging them up on the rack put out for guests.

“Now honey, if it’s too much, you can slip out back and head home, okay?” her mom said seriously, albeit quietly.

“You said that last year. And the year before that. For the last five years, actually,” Lucy mused.

“And I’ve meant it every year. They might be our neighbours, but you are my baby. And my priority, always,” her mom said seriously.

Not for the first time, Lucy was thankful to have the mom she did.

“And I appreciate it. But I’m going to be fine,” she said, smiling fondly.

“Alright, if you’re sure. You just send me a sneaky text if you change your mind though, yes?”

“Yeah, thanks mom,” Lucy beamed.

The Christmas Eve Party thrown by her neighbours was a tradition she’d attended her entire life, and even though she hadn’t dated their grandson in half a decade, Val and John had always insisted that she still came along. A lingering effect of being childhood sweethearts, she supposed.

“Amy! Gary! Lucy!”

The welcome from their neighbours was warm and effervescent as it always was, and soon enough Lucy found herself swept in by conversation and catching up. She may have gone to college in UBC Okanagan in Kelowna for both her degrees, barely away from home, but she’d lived in campus residence for all four years of her bachelor’s degree and moved out of her parents’ house properly into a small apartment near campus for her master’s degree. It would’ve been easy to move home after guaranteed accommodation ended, but Lucy had wanted to keep the independence she had grown to love, and it wasn’t as if she didn’t visit her parents at least every other weekend.

But it was still nice to be able to talk about her accomplishments with the people that she’d grown up alongside, especially now that she was in the final year of her master’s degree and looking like she was on track for starting the PhD she’d always aimed for.

After a couple of hours, she escaped the crowds in the living and dining areas, grateful for the sanctuary of the kitchen. There were a few plates of cookies and other Christmas treats laid out, and Lucy couldn’t resist reaching out for a snickerdoodle…

…at the exact time as someone else.

She jumped in surprise as a large hand rested on top of hers, not realising anyone was next to her, but as she looked up, she couldn’t but to freeze despite the warmth of his touch. Tyson. It was Tyson’s hand touching hers.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I…Lucy?”

“Hey Tys,” she managed to breathe.

The familiar curls, the big beautiful eyes, the sweet smile, and now a little bit of stubble? He looked good. Of course he looked good.

Tyson quickly drew his hand away from hers, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Uh, you have it, I shouldn’t be eating baked goods too much anyway,” Tyson said, rubbing the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

Lucy pursed her lips and broke a third of the snickerdoodle off, handing it to Tyson with a raised eyebrow. Tyson huffed out a laugh but accepted the offered treat, sending her a small smile of thanks. Fuck, it may have been five years since they broke up, but he really hadn’t changed, had he?

“So, uh, you still come to these parties?” Tyson asked.

Lucy bit her bottom lip but nodded.

“Yeah, your grandparents insist. I hope that’s okay,” she winced.

“Of course it is,” Tyson said quickly, “They always loved you.”

Well that was something at least. Why did this feel so awkward? Sure, it had been five years since she’d seen Tyson, but they dated from eight years – surely they had more than this?

“I don’t usually come to these. Well, I guess you already know that, if you come every year. I, uh, I have the 24th to the 26th off this year, so I didn’t want to miss another Christmas with my grandparents,” Tyson explained.

“I bet Val and Jim were over the moon when you told them,” Lucy mused.

Tyson laughed softly, nodding. “They were. Mom and Kacey didn’t hesitate to come to Kelowna to join us, so it’s a big family Christmas this year.”

“That’s great, Tys. Really. Spending Christmas with your loved ones is important,” she said softly, smiling.

His smile dimmed a little, but he nodded.

“How’s, uh, how’s your degree going? Gramps said you’re doing a master’s now?”

He knew that? Did he ask? Or did Jim just tell him?

“Uh, yeah. I graduated my bachelor's degree magna cum laude back in 2020 and went straight into starting my graduate program there. I’m a paid teaching assistant for my supervisory professor too.”

“That’s incredible, Luce. Still doing Earth and Environmental Sciences?” Tyson prompted.

He remembered? After all this time?

“Yeah, yeah it is. Focusing in on environmental impact assessment for my master’s thesis,” she nodded, a little stunned, “I didn’t think…I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“Of course I remember. You were always so passionate about your studies – it was one of the things I loved most about you,” he said softly.

“Tyson…” Lucy said faintly, trailing off when no words would come.

He smiled sadly at her, shaking his head.

“Sounds like…it sounds like everything was worth it for you,” Tyson murmured.

~

2019

“So you can’t make it over?”

“No, Tys, I can’t, I have labs to do,” Lucy sighed.

“We haven’t seen each other in so long!”

“I can’t just not go to my classes because you want me in Denver! You know this!” she groaned.

“I know, I know, but it sucks.”

Lucy frowned, even though he couldn’t see her. “You’re the one who didn’t come home for Christmas, remember?”

“The schedule didn’t make sense, and I offered to fly you down?”

“Tyson!” she groaned.

He stayed silent on the other end of the phone, a silence that sent an ominous shiver down her spine.

“So where do we go from here?”

“W-What?” she said, confused at the dull tone of his voice.

“Your priority is college, my priority is hockey, and neither of us can compromise. I would never ask you to compromise, just like you wouldn’t ask me. We have different priorities, clearly. So where do we go from here?”

“Tyson, are you really saying what I think you’re saying?” she whimpered.

“Yeah, I think we should break up.”

“We’ve been together for eight years! You’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had, the only guy I’ve ever wanted. And you want to break up, just like that?”

“I don’t want to break up, Luce. But what other option do we have? Neither of us can give the other what we need right now. We have to focus on ourselves, don’t we? For our own careers? You have so much ahead of you and I can’t be there to celebrate it. And you can’t be by my side cheering me on from the stands. I love you, Lucy. But this isn’t working anymore.”

~

“Tyson, why would you say it like that? You think it’s been easy for me?” Lucy asked, throat a little choked.

“No, no, of course not,” he groaned.

“Then what do you mean?”

“Look, forget I said anything, okay? It was really good to see you, Luce.”

Before Lucy could say a word, Tyson walked away, leaving her alone in the kitchen with her head spinning. What the hell was that?

For the final few hours of the party, Lucy indulged in a couple more glasses of wine than she intended, sticking solidly by her parents’ sides. She did her best to keep a smile on her face and ease into the Christmas festivity, even when Laura and Kacey said their hellos, but her mind just kept going back to Tyson.

“We’re going to start saying our goodbyes, okay honey? Why don’t you find all our coats.”

Lucy just nodded at her mom’s suggestion, grateful for the opportunity to escape the crowd. Well, she was grateful, until she saw Tyson sitting on the bench next to the coat rack, face flushed and eyes glassy. He was drunk, at least moderately so.

“Ah, fuck, I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he said, voice slurring.

What did he mean by that?

“I’m just getting our coats. We’re heading out,” she murmured, trying to ignore the whoosh in her stomach.

“Already?”

“It’s nearly midnight, Tys,” she said, smiling wryly.

“Well, fuck. Time flies when you’re having whiskey, I guess,” he groaned, putting his empty glass on the bench next to him.

She huffed out a laugh, unhooking the coats when she finally spotted them.

“You look good, Luce,” he murmured, looking up at her through his eyelashes.

“I do?” she blurted.

Damn it.

But Tyson just grinned. “Yeah, you really do. You always looked good, but damn you’ve really settled into your own skin, eh?”

“I love who I am, yeah,” she nodded.

She wasn’t lying, or even placating. Her studies in environmental impact had opened up a whole new side of her she hadn’t even realised was there, and she loved everything about the person she’d become through it. She just hadn’t realised it was obvious on the outside.

Then again, if anyone was going to notice something like that about her, it was going to be Tyson, wasn’t it?

“You’re too good for me.”

Oh fuck.

“That’s not true. Not even slightly,” Lucy said, frowning.

“No? I can barely get a team to keep me, and you’re soaring ahead with your academic career, just like you deserve,” Tyson scoffed.

This was just the alcohol talking. It had to be.

“Tys, those teams are the ones missing out. You’re amazing,” she said softly.

He paused for a moment, before shaking his head.

“If I’m so amazing, why did we break up?”

Because he had to put hockey first.

Because she had to put college first.

Because neither of them were each other’s first choice.

“That’s not fair, Tyson. We were kids when we first started dating. Barely 13 years old. And we were together for eight years! We had an incredible relationship! It just…we wanted different things. Our priorities were different, our passions were different – we might have grown up together, but we’d also grown apart. Your life is hockey and my life is academics, and that’s okay! That doesn’t mean we didn’t have love, yeah?”

The way that Tyson’s eyes filled up with tears made her own eyes water, dangerous lump rising in her throat.

“If I could go back and change it all, I would. I’d choose you. I’d always choose you.”

His soft words tore a sob from her throat and she shook her head. How could he be so cruel?

“Don’t say that. We made the right decision five years ago and you know it,” she whimpered.

Tyson’s face fell at her devastated expression, and he staggered to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry,” he said sadly.

And yet here she was, broken hearted all over again.

“I should go. I need to go,” was all she could manage to choke out.

“Lucy, baby, please…”

But Lucy just shook her head, clutching the coats in her hands, shaky smile on her lips as the tears finally fell. “Merry Christmas, Tyson.”

~

“So what happened at the Christmas Eve Party that has you all torn up like this?”

Lucy flinched at her mom’s voice, turning her head to see her standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

“Nothing,” she said quickly.

“Uh huh, and I’m a fairy princess,” her mom snorted.

Lucy couldn’t help but giggle, earning a fond smile as her mom walked into the room and sat down next to her on her bed. Lucy placed a bookmark in the book she’d been reading to give her mom her full attention. She’d needed a little respite from all the preparations to hold her dad’s family for a late lunch, after all the intensity of having her mom’s family over yesterday on Christmas Day, but she’d found herself reliving her conversation with Tyson over and over.

“Sounds like…it sounds like everything was worth it for you.”

“You’re too good for me.”

“If I’m so amazing, why did we break up?”

“If I could go back and change it all, I would. I’d choose you. I’d always choose you.”

So really, her mom coming up to talk to her was a welcome break from all of that as well.

“If you know it was the Christmas Eve Party then you can take a guess,” Lucy said, shrugging.

“I’d rather hear it from you, when Tyson’s involved,” her mom mused.

Well at least her mom was blunt about it.

“We had a couple of conversations, and it stirred up old emotions, old drama. He…mom, he said he’d go back and change it all if he could. That he’d always choose me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

Her mom blinked a couple of times, lips parted in a surprised, before she coughed out a laugh.

“Well I could never accuse Tyson of being subtle.”

“Mom, seriously. This is stressing me out. I can’t stop thinking about it,” Lucy groaned.

“I think that’s an answer in itself, sweetheart,” she said softly.

“What?”

Her mom stayed silent, just nudging Lucy with her shoulder, and Lucy nudged back out of habit. What did she mean, that was an answer in itself?

“Lucy, honey, if you can’t stop thinking about Tyson choosing you above everything else, that means something,” her mom eventually said with a huffed laugh.

“But how can it? He still has his hockey, and I still have academics. Neither of those are going to change any time soon,” Lucy said sadly.

Because at the end of the day, that was the bottom line of it all. Their priorities haven’t changed.

“Just because your both still have your passions doesn’t mean that they have to be your only love. You can have both,” her mom said firmly.

What?

“How can I have both?” Lucy asked, confused.

“Do you love him?” was all she said.

“What?” Lucy said, surprised.

“Do you love him?” her mom repeated.

Lucy opened her mouth, shutting it again before huffing out a laugh. There was only one answer to that.

“Yeah, I never stopped,” she replied.

“Then you can have both. You spent the last five years missing him, and I know damn well that that boy missed you too - neither of you deserve that for another second. You can have both,” her mom said decisively.

She could have both?

How could she have both?

“You love him.”

“I love him,” Lucy whispered.

“Go get him.”

Lucy whimpered as she looked into her mom’s eyes, but she only saw warmth and encouragement. Her mom was right. She loved Tyson. She loved Tyson and if seeing him again this Christmas had taught her anything, it was that she was stupid if she tried to deny how much she missed him. If she didn’t tell him now, when would she?

“He leaves today. I need to go now,” she said suddenly.

“Well damn, okay then. Put on a sweater and I’ll find your snow boots,” her mom grinned.

Lucy felt like she was in a haze as she walked as quickly down the street as was safe, heart pounding as she spotted Tyson loading bags into his grandpa’s car.

“Tyson!”

His head whipped around at her shout, eyes going wide as he saw her walking towards him. Tyson shuffled down the driveway, missing Jim’s fond smile as he himself went back into the house, and the moment that she was standing in front of him, Tyson cupped his hands over her elbows to steady her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I love you,” she breathed.

Tyson whimpered, but Lucy wasn’t discouraged, not when she saw the wonder that filled his expression.

“You love me?”

“I love you. I love you so much and I can’t stop thinking about everything you said the other night,” she blurted out.

“Luce, I’m sorry, I know I upset you but…”

“No, Tys, it’s okay,” Lucy said, shaking her head as she interrupted, “While I stand by what I said, that we made the right decision at the time, maybe we could make a different decision now?”

“What are you saying?”

She could understand his hesitation, really she could. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t coming out with this out of the blue, after five years of nothing at all. After five years of heartbreak and heartache. But her mom was right – she missed him so fiercely and she couldn’t bear the thought of him not knowing that.

“I want us to start over new. I never stopped loving you, not for one moment. We could have both. We could have our passions and our love, and I hate that it’s taken me this long to even consider that? I miss you and I love you and I know you’re heading to the airport to fly back to Raleigh, but tell me I’m not crazy for thinking we could do this?”

Tyson’s jaw dropped as he processed her long rant, and it was only his firm grip on her elbows that stopped her from giving up hope.

“That was a lot,” Tyson said.

She winced. “I know, but…”

“And you poured out a lot of emotion there,” he interrupted.

Lucy kept her mouth shut this time, as much as she wanted to beg him to say more.

“It’s been agony for five years, for so many reasons, but hearing you say that you love me and you want to give our relationship another shot? I just…”

Tyson trailed off, letting out a long breath.

“I understand if I’m too late,” she murmured.

But Tyson huffed out a laugh, raising one hand from her elbow to cup her face in a gentle motion that had her breath hitching in her throat.

“There is no world in which you’d be too late,” Tyson said softly.

“Really?”

“I love you too, Lucy. I never stopped either,” he murmured.

She couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that tumbled from her lips, smiling back up at Tyson as he smiled at her.

“We’re really doing this?” she asked, giddy.

“Yeah, baby, we are. I don’t know how we’re going to do this, or what it’s going to look like, but we’re both adult enough to know how to put in more effort this time round right, yeah? I’ll fly home for the all-star break, and I’ll fly you out for spring break, and we’ll have video calls that neither of us are going to miss. And everything else. We’re going to make it work this time,” he said, tone serious but face grinning.

“And we’re going to communicate, yeah? When one of us is finding it hard? We’ll find little compromises, as we can’t do the big compromises. We’re worth it,” Lucy added, not caring that her cheeks were aching with her smile.

“Yeah, we are. I love you, so much Lucy,” Tyson grinned.

“I love you too.”

Tyson didn’t waste any time in leaning down to press his lips to hers, their last first kiss.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with a character worshiping Louis' body as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🫦 let me carry your weight by @soldouthaz

(E, 28k, trainer Harry) louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

🫦 Middle Ground by sweetums / @darlou

(E, 26k, hate to love) Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

🫦 Save your loving arms for a rainy day by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

(E, 18k, famous/not famous) the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

🫦 Moonlight Minx by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 15k, stranded) the one where an unexpected storm strands Harry on an island, Louis gets an unexpected house guest for the night, and love might just be the most unexpected thing of all.

🫦 This Play Between The Sheets by Harriet1dfan

(E, 15k, BDSM) Louis: I'm on the bus to meet Harry, if I haven't texted you back in three hours I'm either dead or I've been sold into a sex-trade ring xx Harry: Hi, this is Harry so I'm pretty sure that message wasn’t meant for me. And don't worry, I have no current plans to kill or sell you.

🫦 Hung Up High in the Gallery by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(M, 14k, artist Harry) When Harry’s best friend, Louis, comes to support him at his art show, he decides they need to do some celebrating afterwards.

🫦 It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry

(E, 12k, coworkers) Football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

🫦 Tease by dolce_piccante

(M, 12k, actor Louis) Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry's newest interest that much more intriguing.

🫦 could start a cult by @nouies

(E, 8k, lactation kink) Harry can’t get enough of Louis’ breast milk.

🫦 Our Chromosomes In Sepia Tones by orphan_account

(NR, 8k, artist Harry) au. harry’s a sculptor who finds his muse.

🫦 know what to do by loudippedincaramel

(E, 5k, pwp) Harry is a photographer, Louis is a football player. Harry takes pictures. Some are appropriate for work, others... not so much.

🫦 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Halloween party) Louis has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

🫦 With your hands around my neck by @elleseekeepdriv

(E, 3k, pwp) the one where Harry meets Louis at a bar and is obsessed with his finger tattoos

🫦 and we will never be royals by Fookinlarryloser

(E, 3k, canon) Harry makes sure Louis knows how wonderful he is after the Cinderella Ball.

🫦 Honey (pour your sugar on me) by D1ona30 / @iwillscreamuntilearsbleed

(E, 3k, pwp) "Louis gasped at the sensation, the honey feeling cool on his skin. Harry sat there just watching as the slow-moving liquid slid down his chest and abs. The color almost a perfect match against Louis’ bronzed skin"

🫦 Feel my breath upon your thighs by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 3k, pwp) Harry just really likes Louis' cock.

🫦 Everlasting Admirations by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 2k, silver fox Louis) Louis is insecure. They’ve tried to keep each other in tune over the years, wanting to make sure they both feel loved by each other and by themselves. Though, sometimes age gets the best of them. 

🫦 Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass

(E, 1k, armpits) Harry has a thing for Louis' armpits. Louis wears a tank-top. You get the picture.

🫦 All Of Me Loves All Of You by justthegirljada

(E, 1k, girl direction) Harry loves all of Louis' curves.

🫦 For you i would lose my mind by @dreaminrainbows

(E, 1k, pwp) Louis is a total menace on stage and Harry has had enough of it

- Rare Pairs -

🫦 ain't no stopping your plans by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis wears Givenchy to the Royal Variety Performance. Nick has opinions about it.

🫦 softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 4k, Louis/Joel (The Last of Us)) Lips touching softly with each syllable. Hands groping the soft flesh around Louis’ hips, kneading at the skin there and feeling his curves.

[liaromancewriter]

Reckless Love

Premise: What if Ethan decided to attend the interns’ housewarming party? Set in Book 1, chapter 6.

Fandom: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,575

A/N: This is canon-divergent, but I loved writing this fic and have decided to make it part of my canon of Ethan and Cassie's relationship. Submission to @choicesmonthlychallenge MAYhem event, prompt "regret"

What was he doing here?

Ethan Ramsey watched the numbers change on the elevator screen and wondered if it was too late to turn back. He could only imagine what kind of party the interns were hosting.

He’d been to enough ragers during college and med school to know the answer. Surgeons chugging kegs. Loud music making conversation impossible. Tequila shots.

That last one, at least, wasn’t too bad, he mused, scratching the scruffy beard he hadn’t had time to trim. He might prefer whiskey and wine as he grew older, but he still enjoyed the occasional tequila with its smoothness and sharp bite at the end.

What am I trying to prove? More importantly, to whom?

Ethan knew the answer, even if he wasn’t quite ready to admit it.

The truth was, he felt guilty for rejecting Cassie Valentine’s well-intentioned invitation. He couldn’t get the image of her crestfallen face—or the disappointed way she’d said, “Understood, Dr. Ramsey”—out of his head.

He’d felt like a heel all day. He’d gone home determined to put the incident behind him, but once there, the quiet he usually savored felt oppressive.

Before he realized it, he was changing into a casual shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket—then checking his wallet to make sure his CharlieCard for the T was there. (Parking was always an issue in this neighborhood.)

As the doors slid open and Cassie stepped into view, he knew being here was reckless, and that it was too late to turn back.

If he thought Cassie had looked ‘different’ in the cropped green top that first time at Donahue’s, then today she was a siren, an otherworldly temptation.

The red top shimmered every time she moved, clinging in all the right places as she talked animatedly with a party guest. Paired with black jeans that hugged her curves and that easy confidence she wore so well, she looked effortlessly glamorous. Dangerous, even. And it was definitely going to be a problem.

He shouldn’t be here, Ethan told himself again, uncharacteristically indecisive as nerves had him running a hand through his hair.

Before he could make his escape, Cassie looked up and caught him staring. Her lips curved into a slow smile—just a touch sultry, at least to his lust-addled brain.

The elevator doors behind him slid shut, and he supposed that was as good a sign as any that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“You came!” she said, sauntering toward him.

“What a way to state the obvious, Valentine,” Ethan said in a deadpan tone, slipping into the mask he often wore at work—the one that kept people from guessing what he was really thinking or feeling.

She laughed, unoffended by his words or tone. “What I meant to say was, ‘I’m glad you could come, Dr. Ramsey.’”

Her cheeks were flushed, and he could smell the alcohol on her breath. Ethan wondered if she was slightly tipsy.

She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby and lowered her voice. “In the interest of transparency, you should know you’ll cause quite a stir if you walk inside now. The drinks have been flowing for a while, and most interns have moved on to the complaining about their rankings in the fellowship competition portion of the evening.”

“That’s why I was in the hallway. Just couldn’t take it anymore,” Cassie added as Ethan groaned.

Coming here was definitely a mistake. The last thing he wanted after the week he’d had was to field questions from interns about their scores or suffer through hollow praise meant to curry favor.

“Wait here,” Cassie said, steering him off to the side, out of sight of the partygoers spilling into the hallway. “I’ll be right back. Two minutes, three at the most. Promise me you won’t leave.”

Ethan nodded, still uncertain, but unable to let someone else down this week. Cassie might be more forgiving than Naveen; after all, she reported to him, albeit indirectly. But he wasn’t in the mood to test that theory.

True to her word, she was back within minutes, holding a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. Balancing the bottle under one arm, she used her elbow to press the elevator button.

Given the late hour, the car arrived almost immediately.

“Let’s go,” she said, waving him inside.

“Where are you taking me, Rookie?” Ethan asked, curiosity warring with caution.

“You’ll see.” She pressed the button for the roof.

A gust of night air greeted them as they stepped out onto the rooftop, the quiet broken by the steady drone of fans and vents.

Boston stretched out in every direction, the skyline rising in the distance like a jagged silhouette against the inky blue sky. The lights of Cambridge twinkled in the distant haze.

Someone had left a few mismatched chairs near the edge, along with a weathered patio table. It reminded Ethan of the solitary corner on Edenbrook’s rooftop where he’d often escaped to as a resident, needing a few moments of peace from the chaos below.

Wedging a wooden block to keep the door open, Cassie moved ahead of him, her boots crunching softly against the gravel-lined path as she made her way to the ledge.

Ethan stepped closer, taking in the view—the glint of the Charles River, the shadowed curve of the Common—and basking in the pulsing rhythm of the city he called home. And Cassie, standing there in that red top, framed by lights and skyline, like she belonged to the night.

She handed him a shot glass, pouring with a steady hand. The tequila caught the light as it splashed into the glass. She filled her own, then raised it between them.

“What should we toast to?” she asked, the corners of her mouth tugging into a mysterious smile.

“To questionable decisions,” he said, thinking how he absolutely should not be here—with her—beneath the poignant intimacy of a late summer night.

Cassie looked momentarily puzzled, then clinked her glass against his. “And not living to regret them.”

They knocked back the shots in unison. The tequila hit warm and sharp, just as Ethan had imagined it would. Cassie winced slightly, exhaling through her teeth, while he barely reacted, merely rolling his shoulders and letting out a low hum of approval.

“You’re good at that,” she said, eyeing him over the rim of her glass. “Who’da thunk it?”

“You might’ve tried to psychoanalyze my brain today,” he smirked, referencing their interlude in the fMRI chamber. “But, I’m not that easy to read.”

Cassie laughed, then leaned back against the ledge, the city glowing behind her. “You’re a man of mystery, Dr. Ramsey. I can appreciate that even if my nosy self is dying to ask a million questions.”

“Let me guess, you want to know why I ranked you so low in the fellowship competition,” he said a touch sarcastically, unable to control the accompanying eye-roll.

“Nope,” she shrugged. “You wouldn’t tell me anyway. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I have to do better, and that’s what I’m choosing to focus on.”

Ethan poured more tequila for them, then joined her, resting his forearms on the stone railing, close but not touching. They sipped in silence, the city humming below.

When a breeze kicked up and she shivered, Ethan did what any gentleman would do—he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her bare shoulders.

A beat of silence passed, stretching just long enough to make both of them feel it.

“Are you often worried about making questionable choices?” she asked, her voice deliberately nonchalance.

Ethan turned his head toward her, noting the way the wind teased a strand of hair across her cheek. His hand ached to reach out and brush it away, but he held himself back.

“Only when I don’t want to regret something later.”

Cassie held his gaze for a moment, her eyes filled some deeper meaner he couldn’t discern. “Good to know.”

The air shifted—charged, unspoken, electric—echoing what had passed between them during the fMRI scan.

That moment of vulnerability, his hesitant admission that any romantic feelings between attendings and interns could be chalked up to neurochemistry and proximity.

Ethan was the first to look away.

“I should go,” he said, straightening up and handing back the shot glass. His voice was hoarse as he swallowed past the lump in his throat and forced himself to ignore the magic of the moonlit night.

She didn’t stop him. Didn’t ask him to stay. Just gave a small nod, as if she understood more than she let on.

“Thanks for coming,” she said quietly. “I know you didn’t want to.”

“I didn’t want to regret not coming,” he corrected. Then, after a pause: “There’s a difference.”

Cassie looked down at the empty shot glass in her hand, then back up at him. “Yeah. There is.”

She handed his jacket back, and Ethan took it, his fingers tightening around the warm leather that still carried the subtle trace of her perfume.

He hesitated, just long enough to feel the weight of everything unsaid—much like he had earlier that day after the scan—then turned and walked away.

As the elevator descended, Ethan exhaled slowly, unsure if he felt relieved… or restless. Whatever it was, he knew one thing for certain: he didn’t regret it.

He might do so tomorrow and the day after that, but not tonight.

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Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Ethan & Cassie only: @custaroonie @youlookappropriate

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

pls let the peak dilf era Bruce almost marry Selina. I live for the drama

I mean I ship Brutalia before Batcat sooo. Whoops. Keyboards slipped

"Why are we here?" Selina stage whispered, snuggling against Bruce's side.

"Scouting," Bruce said chuckling a little. "Alfred's idea. He's heard this wedding coordinator is very good. So he reached out and asked if she could find a place for us on the guest list."

"But-"

"I wanted to watch her work before we hired her," Bruce said shrugging. He'd been working with the same team for years but. They were starting to retire now. And it was time to start putting other people on retainer.

He nodded discreetly to where you were off to the side. Dressed professionally in a nude-sleeved skirt and blazer set with matching heels. Modest jewelry. Hair in a French twist. Toned down makeup. But for the earpiece and clipboard, you could almost be mistaken for a guest- not in a bad way.

"Ugh. So serious."

"But the three drunk uncles, two fighting cousins and baby mama running around haven't even caused a blip in proceedings," Bruce noted. Either you'd hired good security OR you had them tied up in a closet.

"How did you-" She broke off and huffed a laugh. Of course he noticed. "Would she get us a chocolate fountain do you think?" she mused.

Bruce smiled a little and kissed the top of her head, "If she can stage a helicopter to land on a beach so a groom can play James Bond, I think she can manage a chocolate fountain."

[seen-the-stars]

master thief tommy space pirates?!?! 🤩🚀🚀🚀🚀

this was a joy to write. i hope you enjoy reading it just as much.

you get: a cookie, and 497 words of

🚀 • gay space pirates!

When Buck steps into the crowd, it’s the first time all evening that he doesn't feel horribly overdressed in the shimmering, floor-length dress Hen put him in. He’s wearing matching gloves and silver cuffs in his hair, for heaven’s sake.

And yet, looking around, he realizes that Hen had anticipated the crowd far better than Buck could have.

There are people in elegant silk gowns with fancy hair-dos, people in over-the-top fairytale dresses, people in tailored three-piece suits and holographic tuxedos. And that’s not even talking about the elaborate make-up looks he’s spotting all around him. This could just as well be an art show, Buck muses, spinning around.

He catches Eddie’s eye across the dance floor. Eddie is always no-nonsense on these missions. It’s what makes them work together so well: Buck brings the genuine wonder to  make the cover work, and Eddie moves them along to get the job done.

There’s a faint crackling in his ear as his comms buzz to life. On the other end of the room, Eddie cocks his head ever so slightly, which means his must have as well.

“Buck, Eddie,” Hen’s voice orders, complete focus like always, “things might get a little more complicated than expected. Chim noticed a name on the guest list we weren’t aware of.”

Buck scans the crowd again, looking for anyone who might seem out of place. He doesn't find anyone that stands out, but then again, neither do Eddie and him.

Kind of the whole point of being undercover.

“Who is it, Hen?” Eddie asks after a while, having stepped away from the people around him enough so that muttering to himself doesn't draw any unwanted attention.

“Buck… It’s Kinard.” It’s Maddie speaking. She sounds almost apologetic.

Buck’s heart drops all the way to his 4-inch heels.

*

He remembers their first meeting on Mars. Remembers strong hands bandaging the cuts he’d suffered on the hands of a crazy millionaire's newest creation. Remembers the absence of keys in his pocket, having been slipped out without his notice. Remembers a note between his pillows. 

He remembers calling Athena half-heartedly, to tell her where she could pick up the cops who were supposed to escort Kinard (“A name? Is that what you’re after, Evan?”) to the Dark Matters Federal Facilities.

He hadn't called her early enough for them to catch him. Buck never quite felt as bad about that as he thought he might ought to.

*

Buck sucks in a breath. The world around him seems tilted on its axis.

“Well,” he murmurs, picking up a flute of something sparkly and glittering and distinctly alcoholic, tips it to his lips to hide the way they start moving as he begins to speak, “then we have one huge advantage.”

He pauses, partly for dramatic effect, partly to try and steady his racing heart.

“I know what he looks like.”

[make me write]

[rosesradio]

hi! congratulations on reaching 400 followers! for your halloween drabble event, perhaps jercy smut in which they do it in halloween costumes? thank you 🙏💌

(trying out bottom!percy for the first time :) also tw for tipsy/drunk sex & breeding kink)

Percy is very bad at dressing up for Halloween.

Jason tells him as much as they both stumble, tipsily, into a spare room at Leo’s Halloween party. Percy just replies that he and his mom used to go all out, though that faded as he got older and busier. Now, he’s wearing brown sweatpants and a matching hoodie with ridiculous googly eyes on top.

He’s supposed to be a seal. Gods, it’s stupid.

“Easy for you to say,” Percy muses, pressing open-mouthed kisses down Jason’s neck. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin, hands wandering up to where the fabric of Jason’s spandex is tucked tightly into the bottom part of the suit. “You look so fuckin’ good, Superman…but I think getting you out of this suit’s gonna be my Kryptonite…”

And, well, Jason wouldn’t want that. He gives Percy a helping hand.

The sensible, decent friend within Jason thinks it would probably be rude to fuck on Leo’s guest bed. Then again, that part of him mostly evaporated with a second drink and Percy’s low voice in his ear.

He was sure Leo and Nico have fucked on Jason’s bed at some point, those exhibitionist freaks.

It’s at this moment that he’s grateful that Percy had asked him to prep him before they left the house. Jason had a sneaking suspicion this was what he had in mind, though who was he to deny his boyfriend? As much as Jason loved fingering Percy open, watching him melt underneath his touch, the son of Jupiter was glad in this moment that the process was quicker.

Jason couldn’t get enough of the sights and feelings when he first slid home. Percy was on top of him this time, putting in the work to lower onto him. His lips part to let out the neediest moans, his eyes rolling up momentarily before they even got started.

Percy settles in nose-to-nose with Jason. The bass of an unknown song pumps outside, though it could be Jason’s own heartbeat. Percy’s breath smells like vodka cranberry.

Jason imagines this is gonna be one of those things he sees when his life flashes before his eyes. All the beautiful things.

And Percy’s murmuring in his ear all the dirty ideas running through his mind, something surprisingly endearing considering he wouldn’t admit half these things sober.

“Fuck, wanna put a collar on you, Jace,” Percy whispers. His pace of bouncing up and down on his cock is not at all consistent, but he’s Percy and he’s perfect and he could make Jason come untouched by moaning his name alone.

“Yeah?” Jason prompts, holding onto Percy’s hips to guide him, driving up into him more firmly. At least, he thinks it’s more firmly. His form could be just as sloppy, but if the moans escaping Percy’s lips are any indication, he’s doing something right.

Percy nods, whimpering as he palms Jason’s chest shamelessly, toying with where his costume has been pushed up.

“Wanna get you pregnant,” Percy manages, eyes dark and lust-blown. His breath was warm and tingling across his lips.

Jason wants to taste him. So he pulls him down by his stupid hoodie and does just that.

“Don’t think we’re doing this right for that to happen,” Jason breathes. And he knows it’s impossible but something in him lights up at the thought. “Could get you pregnant though—fuck, mm…could come deep inside you…have you carry our kids…”

Pups. Jason almost said pups.

Fuck.

“Like a seahorse,” Percy says softly. And then he’s nuzzling into the crook of Jason’s neck, against the spandex. His hips jolt as he comes, moaning in a shameless way that pulls Jason right over the edge as well. He comes to the thought of getting Percy pregnant, of their love creating new life with the ease of this act.

The pair unwind, catching their breaths as Percy pulls off slowly. The stupid googly eyes on Percy’s hoodie are still staring at him lopsidedly.

Jason loves Percy more than anything, though he really is the worst at dressing up for Halloween.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Michael Tomasky at TNR:

Last Thursday, while his henchmen were busy selling out Ukraine and Elon Musk was hoisting that chainsaw at CPAC, Donald Trump spoke to the Republican Governors’ Association. He bragged about how much money he’d raised. He talked about helping other candidates. Then he got to the point: “So we’ve got that money, and I got to spend it somewhere, and they tell me I’m not allowed to run,” Trump said. “I’m not sure. Is that true? I’m not sure.” This was at least the fourth time Trump has “joked” about running again since he returned to the White House—that is, in the last month or so. He did it at the National Prayer Breakfast on February 6. Also at an event in Las Vegas in late January. And during a speech in Mar-a-Lago. On top of these, there was the “joke” the White House posted on social media, apropos of Trump’s attempt to kill congestion pricing in New York, that showed him wearing a crown with the all-caps message “LONG LIVE THE KING!” When this comes up on cable news, the host typically asks the guests whether Trump is just trolling the libs or should be taken seriously. It’s a silly question, because the answer is obviously both. He’s always trolling. But if you’ve watched these first four weeks and think he’s not capable of finding a way to suspend the Constitution and stay in office, well, you’re not watching the same show I am.

Pay attention and connect the dots. Trump installed a loyalist at the Justice Department. Pam Bondi is qualified for the job of attorney general on paper, but there is no question as to why she’s really there: to wield the department’s power as Trump wishes. He installed a loyalist—an unqualified one—as the head of the nation’s intelligence services. Tulsi Gabbard will also do whatever Trump wants. And he’s done the same at the FBI. Kash Patel is obviously there to investigate Trump’s political foes and critics. Incidentally, this week, Patel is also apparently going to be sworn in as the head of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives. These moves give Trump personal control over the country’s legal and intelligence services.

Then, on Friday night, he took an even more ominous step with a military purge, firing the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and five other senior officers. His new chairman is another loyalist, John Dan Caine (nickname “Razin”), who does not meet the legal qualifications for the job. Under law, the president can override the language about qualifications if he deems the appointment to be in “the national interest.” I’m not sure about the national interest, but Cain is surely in the Trumpian interest. Trump once claimed that Cain said to him, “I think you’re great, sir. I’ll kill for you, sir.”

Those terminated included the judge advocates general of the Army, Navy, and Air Force. Why do they matter? Talking Points Memo’s Josh Marshall put his finger on it last week: “Among many other things it’s the military lawyers who determine what is a legal order and what’s not. If you’re planning to give illegal orders they are an obvious obstacle.” Personal control over the Justice Department, the FBI, the intelligence services, and the Pentagon, along with a pliable right-wing Supreme Court majority, will enable Trump to do many things. They’re all bad, but it’s having the lackeys in charge of the Defense Department and the Joint Chiefs that are the blaring sirens here.

Tyrant Trump is harboring fantasies of being “President For Life” (aka Dictator For Life) by proposing a constitutional change to allowing him to serve a 3rd term.

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☆ thirteen ☆

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wc: 1.1k

a/n: im weak for this kai

additional note: i accidentally published 2 chapters ahead, so while this chapter was originally labeled 'eleven', it is indeed thirteen. i reccomend going back to chapter ten (everything should be fixed!) so you can read what is actually chapters ten and eleven

You couldn't help but feel bad for Kai as he stepped inside your dorm, where your members were waiting eagerly to meet him.

Everything was totally normal at first, him texting you that he was there and you racing to the door to grab him. Grab him, indeed, as you excitedly wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him towards you. Kai's familiar laughter, deeper in tone now that he had grown up, resonated in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against him.

"You weren't nearly this excited to see me last time," Kai chuckled, squeezing you gently before pulling away from the hug.

You laughed, lightly smacking his arm and stepping to the side to let him walk inside. "I was nervous as shit for my debut, you ass."

"YN, be nice to our guest!" Yue scolded you from her seat on the couch. She wasn't sitting anymore, though; none of the girls were as they had all turned around and were peering over the couch. Four pairs of curious, excited eyes were trained on said guest, who waved nervously. Yue stood up, making her way around to properly greet Kai. "She didn't even bother telling us you were here, she just ran to the door. Hi, Kai, I'm Yue. It's great to meet you!"

Kai and Yue bowed to each other, followed by Kai bowing in greeting to Chae, Lizi, and Rae as well. "Hello! I'm excited to meet you all, yn talks about you all a lot. Thank you for welcoming me into your home!"

"Are you always this nice or are you a suck-up?" Rae quirked an eyebrow, resting her elbow on top of the couch cushion and her face in her hand.

"Rae what the fu-," Lizi chirped in surprise, cutting herself off when she remembered she was trying to make a good impression (and avoid Yue's wrath). "Ignore her, she's just like that, but she's really harmless. Hi, I'm Lizi! I'm so happy you're here, I can't wait to get to know you!"

Chae, who had by now pushed Rae onto the couch and was holding a pillow over her head, gave an innocent smile. "Chae, nice to meet you."

"I warned you, Kai," you say, shaking your head affectionately at the girls' behavior. Yue was grabbing Chae and Rae by their ears, scolding them just as a real mother would, while Lizi giggled at the show. "Come on, I'll give you the tour while Yue deals with the problem children."

Kai barked out a laugh, a grin on his face as he followed after you. "They're just as chaotic as Beomgyu and Yeonjun, especially when they fight."

The tour was pretty quick, considering it was a dormitory. Rae and Chae's room looked like a hurricane ran through it, while Yue's was nearly spotless. The bathroom was overflowing with various skin care and beauty products, something Kai noted looked like the entire contents of a make-up artist's bag.

Your shared room with Lizi was apparently the part Kai was looking forward to the most, something that made sense as soon as Kai made himself comfortable on your bed. "This does not feel like your bedroom at all, honestly," Kai confessed as he looked over the knick knacks lining your shelf.

You pushed Kai's feet towards the wall, making a space for you to sit on your bed that he had taken over. "Yes, well, not surprising it wouldn't look the same as my childhood bedroom, considering I'm an adult and I have a roommate. "

"There's still pieces of you in here, though," Kai mused, waving a plushie in your face. It was a penguin plushie that you kept on your bed, the same plushie that Kai had won for you at a carnival when you were 13. "I can't believe you still have this; even the glasses and scarf are still attached!"

You yanked the plushie out of his hands, pulling it into your chest and pouting at Kai. "Of course I still have it, you spent so long trying to win that game just to win me it when I couldn't do it. I still really appreciate that, by the way. I think that's one of my favorite memories with you."

Kai laughed, sitting up so he was siting shoulder-to-shoulder with you. "You were so sad, I wanted to see you smile again," Kai's tone was so soft, just as his gaze felt on your skin.

You smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You've always been too sweet to me," you giggled as Kai's cheeks grew pink. Placing your favorite plushie back on the bed behind you, you grabbed Kai's hand and tugged him along as you stood up. "C'mon, sweet cheeks, Lizi made cupcakes."

"Sweet cheeks?" Kai questioned, squeezing your hand as he followed you out the room and back to the living room. You shrugged in response, throwing a wink his way as you both re-entered the chaos that was unfolding.

Chae was whining about something- you weren't sure what, as Rae had captured most of your attention as she scooted on the floor like a dog. Yue had her head in her hands, obviously having given up on wrangling the duo. Lizi stood in the doorway to the kitchen, munching on a cupcake and watching the scene in front of her.

"I would say they aren't normally like this, but that would be a lie. Unfortunately, they're much calmer on camera so nobody knows how much of a menace either of them can be," you shook your head, rolling your eyes. You looked over at Lizi, eyeing the chocolate cupcake in her hand. "Lizi, cupcakes?"

Lizi turned towards the two of you with a grin, her eyes darting down to your connected hands before flying back up to your face. "Yes! Please, enjoy some cupcakes! I made a batch for you to bring back to your dorm, Kai, so you can share with your members."

"If you're trying to make a good impression on them, trust me, it's gonna work. They're already so excited to meet yn, can't imagine how excited they'll be to meet the girl who gave them cupcakes," Kai grinned, taking the cupcake that you were offering to him once you made your way into the kitchen. Lizi cheered, happy to hear that her cupcakes will have the intended effect.

You and Kai stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, silently munching on your cupcakes. You flushed as you felt Kai's fingers fiddle with your own, your free hand on the side that he stood on. His skin was soft as he slid his fingers in between yours and held your hand.

The weirdest part, it really didn't feel weird at all.

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