#I GAVE HER LONGER HAIR FOR FUNSIES

[cl-0v3r]

Arctober Prompt : GOLD

let's forget that I'm 4 days late to this prompt ♡

Warning: semi-nudity

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I went out of my comfort zone for this one, I finally have a fully colored drawing huh 😭

I've been slowly developing this AU, unfortunately time has been tight and I couldn't meet the deadline D:

But I wish to continue working on SOL, and hopefully post more content eventually!

I apologize in advance if things seem to be inaccurate, accuracy is not the main focus, but I will try my best to keep things as realistic as possible!

[midnightfantasiez]

Play With Me | Octoberfest Day 10

➺ Pairing - senior!Hyunjae x f!reader

➺ Drink - Negroni with a hint of amaretto (acquaintance x breeding)

➺ Summary - Lee Hyunjae was known to be the campus heartthrob and is literally the perfect guy to ever exist. Little did you know that he was hiding something behind that lovable smile of his that you have grown to love and admire.

➺ Word Count - 1,366

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), frat parties yayzers, cursing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, rough sex, petnames (sweetheart, princess), blowjob, cum tasting, hair pulling, Hyunjae is lowkey a little sadist here (don't read if triggering!!)

➺ Author’s note - dedicating this one to the number one mirae @daisyvisions 💗 happiest birthday daisy i'll never forget the day how i went from being one of your biggest fan / reader to mutuals like it's still so bizarre to me and look at us being besties now huhu 🥺 (here's to more chaos & funsies yay!!) ngl yall i struggled a bit with this prompt bcs idk if i executed the scenario well so pls bear with me 😭

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➺ OctoberFest Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You were having second-hand thoughts about agreeing to even step out of your apartment for the night.

The semester had just ended, and your roommates convinced you that it would be best to let loose for the night and attend a frat party hosted by the seniors for the night. As if it wasn���t horrible enough that you weren’t too much of a social butterfly, but hanging out with the guys that were one year ahead of you didn’t sound too comfortable for your liking. 

However, your roommates had opinions that contradicted yours—saying that older guys are much better than the ones you have in your classes. They seem to be a lot more mature and are aware of their actions most of the time—often avoiding things that would paint them as immature and get them into trouble. 

Reluctantly, you had no choice but to agree as your roommates literally dragged you out of your room and down the block. Immediately, your eyes landed on the scene before you—a house packed with students drinking to their hearts' content and partying like it was nobody’s business.

Slowly, you had to squirm your way into the actual party to get yourself a drink. After all, you were thirsty, and hanging out by the drink station seemed safer than navigating through the house. Just as you expected, your roommates immediately blended into the crowd and were nowhere to be seen. But you couldn’t blame them—they were pretty active on the campus party scene.

Just as you were browsing through the selection of alcohol to satisfy your thirst, you suddenly felt a warm breath on your neck as you turned around abruptly and ready to give whoever it was a lecture. 

“Fucking hell! Did your mother never teach you how not to be a creep!?”

Immediately, you started to regret screaming at the top of your lungs when you realised who it was that had gotten your attention. It was Lee Hyunjae—one of the campus heartthrobs that everyone swoons over. 

You have always admired his good looks, just like everyone else, but seeing him up close in person immediately gave you butterflies in your stomach—making you think about how this person could be real. 

If it weren’t for one of your roommates who just happened to be part of the student council with Hyunjae, you would’ve never got to know who he was. Sure, you have only spared glances and said a few greetings because you would come to pick up your roommate whenever she had to stay a little longer on campus, but that was pretty much it. 

That was why you were taken aback when Hyunjae said your name for the first time with his sweet voice. “Y/N, right? Never expected to see you here.”

“Well umm, Savannah dragged me here. I didn’t have a choice,” you bluntly replied.

“Definitely can see her doing that,” he chuckled before he started going through the liquors on the table and pouring different liquids into a glass as he handed it to you. “Care for a drink?” 

You hesitated for a bit, but the male reassured you that he had no ill intentions while making it. Slowly, you took in a sip and closed your eyes tightly as the alcohol slowly flowed down your throat. It has been a while since you have had something this strong down your system.

“W-What is this?” 

“A good-old Homely Smoke cocktail, definitely fitting for a girl like you,” he winks. 

As much as that flirtatious wink of his made you feel a little uncomfortable, you had to admit that you were glad that he made you something sweet instead of a bitter one because you were not ready to puke in front of everyone for the night. 

“Damn, is there anything you can’t do? An alcohol connoisseur and part of the student council? A rather deadly combo if you ask me,” you teased before taking another big sip of your drink.

Suddenly, Hyunjae hesitated for a moment before he closed his distance between you both, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Actually, that’s not all that I’m good at.” 

“Oh yeah? Show me what else you are capable of, then.”

“I’m not sure if you can take it, sweetheart.” 

You were provoked, and you weren’t going down without a fight. You slowly pushed him up so that you were staring right back at him, responding to his challenge with a smirk.

“Try me.” 

Maybe you should’ve been more careful with your words, and provoking the senior himself wasn’t the brightest idea in your books. Because now you find yourself lying on one of the beds in one of the empty bedrooms in the house with your legs placed over Hyunjae’s shoulder as he thrusts his cock within you. 

The senior wasted no time crashing his alcohol-filled lips onto yours, kissing you feverishly as he swiftly moved you to one of the nearest bedrooms from the pantry and threw you straight onto the bed. He wasted no time in lifting your skirt and unbuckled his pants before rubbing his tip against your clit for a few moments before pushing his entire length in. 

It seemed that he wanted to get to the bottom of this real quick, to the point that he didn’t care if he was sweating through the tight black tank top that he was wearing—he needed to fuck you right now. 

“You said you can take me, didn’t you?” He panted as he made that remark against you, enjoying the look that was plastered across your face as you whimpered underneath him.

“H-Hyunjae…I’m sorry…”

“An apology, huh? Maybe I’ll forgive you if you can continue to hold it longer for me,” he growled as he pinned both of your hands above your head before lowering his body slightly to thrust deeper within you.

His cock slowly and roughly reached certain places within you that you never knew existed, eventually hitting your g-spot, making you yelp in agony. 

“Hyunjae! I can’t!” You screamed as you balled your hands into fists, trying your best to break apart from his grip, but to no avail. 

“Come on, princess. I’m just getting started,” he mocks before picking his pace up. “Tell me, how badly do you want me?”

“Hnngh…d-don’t stop…p-please…keep going…” you begged as you felt tears slowly dripping down from the side of your eyes down your cheeks. 

Oh, how badly Hyunjae loved that sight of you. 

“You want me? You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum to the point that it oozes out and drips down your thighs?”

“Y-Yes…please…I need it…”

“Louder, princess.”

“Y-YES!! CUM INSIDE HYUNJAE!!” 

With those last words, his grip on your wrists and legs tightened to the point you felt his nails digging into your skin as he made his few final thrusts before you both eventually came together. You were feeling a good amount of liquid dripping down your thighs as you came down from your high. 

But before you could even process the thought that you had just fucked your senior right here and then, Hyunjae immediately pulled you up and shoved his cock into your mouth—forcing you to clean up every single drip of his cum with your tongue.

“You said you can take me, princess. It’s your job to finish every last drop of what you made me do to you.”

Hyunjae grabbed your hair and pushed you in deeper each second, not giving you any room to take a breather. He made sure you swallowed everything before finally pulling you apart to lean down and give you a little kiss.

Just when you thought it’d all be over, he suddenly flips you around and makes you get down on all fours onto the bed before he adjusts his cock once again on your clit. Before he decided to continue with his little games, he moved forward to whisper again in your ears—making your eyes widen before giving you the biggest challenge you’ve experienced just yet. 

“You know, the sudden thought of seeing little miniature versions of us both running around our future apartment doesn’t sound so bad after all.” 

[suethesocks]

Egyptian Ben 10 AU!!

A long while ago i got the idea of making an au where ben is an Egyptian Orthodox Christian (the idea entirely spawned off a joke my friend made about a hypothetical ben like that having to explain his fasting to rook)

At first the idea was gonna be that his parents are Egyptian immigrants and he was born and raised in Bellwood, but last second before finishing his character bio i decided to flip everything over and make this AU *in* Egypt

The timeline i have in mind for these bios are all at around right after the highbreed arc, but also before season 3 straight up starts. I feel like thats a good jumping-on point

In terms of aliens mostly i just get to explore what the aliens would look like as teenagers since uaf and ov didnt really do much with that (they didnt even bother giving wildmutt a tail) and have fun trying to make his flannel into outfits for the aliens. Hoever if i get any cool ideas for entirely revamping aliens id definitely do it

I tried to make fourarms darker skinned not sure if its showing. Id have done the same with stinkfly but the uniforms colorscheme wouldve crashed. I wanted to try giving wildmutt black fur because this ben has darker hair but nothing really quite worked hsjhds wildmutts obnoxious orange is just too iconic

Prep school is mostly an american thing, here the closest equivalent for the early 2000s would be an international school. Also i changed lawyer to doctor as thats the sort of "go-to" job that makes a lot of money, lawyers in egypt arent usually as fortunate

Here she doesnt wear her uniform this is just how she dresses. I tried to fit the cat motif like OS but i couldnt really think of something that fit. If i were drawing UAF or OV gwen in my own take id have given her cat imagery but i think for Jwanas personality it actually makes more sense for her to be boring and lose the cat

Jwanas also a lot more angsty about her magic (and it is magic) since her parents and basically entire surrounding community both Muslim and Christian are very against magic and consider it sin. Shes also a lot more angsty in general because like the bio says shes under alot of stress and is very jealous of ben, which is conflicting because ben is also her best friend and she doesnt wanna feel this sort of animosity to him. She also doesnt realize how much he looks up to her as someone who is a lot more intelligent and disciplined than he'll ever be (for example the concept of jwana having the spark isnt here, ben just can never learn magic because he doesnt have what it takes)

Kevin much like ben is more or less the same as he is in the show. With jwana i went with my own take but Ben and Kevin are more of, culminations of what i think are their best parts in the series and then just fleshing that out more

I felt like the outfit he has in earth-prime works best with a few touchups. Prime kevin has consistently had that rugged guy-who-lives-in-a-garage look so despite being the most basic outfit it works the best with a few touchups

I did change his anatomy, i wanted to make him look like a mutant freak. I gave him this sort of frankenstine's monster posture (a small reference to him being an amalgamation in os). He also has these stretch marks all over his body since his material absorption doesnt just create a coat around him but also alters his skin itself (so these markings arent there for os-era kevin) He also has a lot of weird bumps over his body

This kevin is 100% mutant no alien shenanigans. If i do aggregor i'll uhhh think of something else for him to be. His transition to the lightside is a lot longer and for the majority of the highbreed arc hes not even there hes more of an occasional ally if he feels like helping

Was his dad a plumber or not im not sure tbh, im leaning towards not though

Next post is gonna be a bunch of villains for funsies

[hockybish]

Online Sibling Night

l hughes!sister au l lola hughes l masterlist l

Once or twice a month the three of them tried to some sort video call. Since it was the night before the game between the Ducks and Canucks in Vancouver, Lola got hang out with Quinn while Luke called in from New Jersey. Tonight it was Lola's choice on what they did, and she chose Spa Night.

"Which one?" Lola held two different face masks out for Quinn to choose from.

Quinn, not really caring which one she put on his face, picked the one in the blue package. Lola handed it to him. He was about to open the thing and apply it to his face, but Lola stopped him, insisting that he needed to pin his hair back with a plush headband that she had just flung at him.

"Are you two ready yet? I feel like I've been waiting for forever!" Luke piped up, tired of watching and waiting for his sibling to be ready. He already had his hair pushed back and a face mask on.

"Hush you, it's not my fault Quintin has issues"

"I don't have issues!"

"Yes you do." The two younger siblings chimed in at the same time. Quinn glared at them, threatening to call Ellen for ganging up on him, because it's not fair.

Once they all had their masks on Lola set the timer for 20 minutes and they got to catching up on what's been going on with them. Lola talked about a boy named Robbie, who was news to both her brothers, and Quinn informed them about a teacher he was seeing.

Lola was going to ask Luke about that one girl he had feelings for, but they got interrupted by Jack coming home, so Luke had to scurry off to his room. Quinn and Lola took the opportunity to quick make a noodle dish for dinner.

"Lukey, what about that one girl? What's her name? Did she like the new camera?" Lola took a big bite of noodles. She was the one to give Luke the idea to get her a new one.

"Who Maisie?" The thought of the cute photographer who worked for the Devils brought small smile to his face. Luke forgot he had told Bah about her and what he did "No, she gave it back. She uh told me that I can't buy her forgiveness"

Jack had notice Luke acting weird since he had gotten home. He had ran off to his room as soon as Jack got home and had been in there pretty much ever since, aside from the few times he's come out to get snacks.

He was curious to say the least. At some point in time he went to Luke's room and held his ear to door, trying to hear anything. Only thing he could really make out was a laugh he didn't recognize.

"Never have I ever slept with a siblings friends or teammates" Quinn smirked knowing he was about to get Luke because of that one time he dated Lola's bestie/teammate, to his surprise Lola put down a finger as well.

"Okay Lu, your turn." She wanted the game to move along, before either one of them could comment on what she just did.

"Wait a minute Luke" Quinn stopped Luke from speaking and addressed the girl sitting next to him. "Clem, who did you sleep with."

"No one. No one. I didn't sleep with anyone" She played it off by trying to put her ring finger back up. "I just put it down for funsies."

"No. You slept with someone, tell us who or at least which one of us is friends with the guy" Lola was still quiet, how do you say you slept with least favorite brother's best friend.

"Oh god not him" Quinn groaned "anybody but him"

"Who?" Luke still confused.

She spilled the name just as the door to Luke's room opened and Jack appeared in the door frame. Lola was completely embarrassed when she heard Jack talking as Luke was pushing him out and locking the door.

"I think I'm gonna go now. I should get back to the hotel and get some sleep." She looked around for her things she brought over.

"No Bah, I'm sorry, I thought I had locked the door. Don't go! We can play another game or something. Please."

"Yeah I think I have that one game Wavelength? We can play that."

Lola agreed to stay for a while longer, after Luke reassured Jack wasn't going to be popping up anymore.

[sunthyme]

Happy Black History Month!! It's time. For probably my favourite set of designs! However, please please please read about Hestia in specific, I want to make sure I handled her correctly and if not, please let me know and I'll remove her! Tyty so much for liking these, I'm so happy to continue.

Now for...

🪼Octavinelle🪼

First up is

💰Azul Ashengrotto💰

(he/him) Transmasc - Gay Asexual

I really love how he came out omg.

- Firstly, he's Hispanic. Duh. His name is literally Azul, I don't make the rules. I'm thinking Hondurian or Guatemalan and I'd love to hear what you think too.

- Made him plus-sized because GOD we need more body diversity and I think that he would have eventually come to terms that weight is simply a number and that number alone doesn't mean you're healthy or unhealthy, y'know? He exercises and whatnot and is very good at taking care of his body.

- Autistic, his special interest is THE GRIND(tm). His capitalistic ass could rant about business building forever.

- I gave him fins as ears cause I gave all the mer fins for funsies. More for aesthetic than anything else and I figure it's a general trait of most mer (I'll talk about the exceptions later lol)

- I loved how pretty his eyelashes were so I added some teardrops to the ends for some flavour. He still wears glasses, again too lazy lol.

Onto the twins!

🍄Jade Leech🍄

(he/him) - Bi-curious Asexual

- I brought back the og concept earrings and piercings cause I thought they looked neat. I also gave them both earrings for simplicity's sake and because I headcanon that Azul gave them each a pair for their birthday.

- Longer hair because Imma be so fr, if the twins share similar expressions, I can't tell them apart lmaooo 😭😭😭. Also, felt it suited his personality more.

- Had a punk phase and while he outgrew it, he kept the piercings anyways.

- He and Floyd have matching tattoos on their biceps, Floyd's being a shrimp with sunglasses and Jade's being his favourite type of mushroom (hen/chicken of the woods).

- Also, autistic. Who's surprised at this point? Not me. This little guy and his mushrooms. 'Little guy' being like 6'5' lol.

🐋Floyd Leech🐋

(he/she/it) Unlabelled Gender - Pansexual

- He's not actually a fan of piercings but got them because Jade wanted to match.

- She has larger teeth that actually interfere with its speech and got bullied for that when he was younger, meaning all three of the Octotrio were friends kinda by default as the 'weird' kids.

- I think he has bipolar disorder and is ADHD, both are rather obvious from his character in-game.

Onto my ocs,

🎲Hestia Benoit🎲

Third Year - (she/her) Transfem - Sapphic

Okay, first is the topic of the og character. So she draws reference to the Boogeyman from Nightmare Before Christmas which was a very controversial character because Tim Burton sucks. Hate him. I wanted to hopefully reclaim the character, though it isn't necessarily my place and if anyone has a problem with that, absolutely let me know and I will remove her. The original character took heavy inspiration from black culture, specifically New Orleans and I wanted to properly represent that with Hestia. I hope I did her justice and please please please let me know if she is offence in any way. 🩷🩷🩷

- She's the older sister of the triplets and a really good one, caring a ton about them. Her favourite thing to do is spoil her younger siblings.

- She also has crazy good luck and wins any bets she makes. If you play any game of luck with her, she'll win. She's a part of the Boardgame Club and infuriates Azul whenever they play something luck-based.

💍Konane Alohi💍

(they/he/she) Genderfluid - Panromantic Demisexual

- Konane is twisted from Tamatoa from Moana! They're indigenous Hawaiian and I will be researching more into the culture as I render them out more fully.

- I gave them the bioluminiscens that Tamatoa has though I think it would only be visible in low lighting, such as in the Octavinelle dorm.

- LOVES shiny thing, obvi. Vil keeps trying to convince her to join Pomefiore but he's like, "I get paid here and can afford more stuff so pass."

- Gets along great with Cater, they constantly do collabs on their social media.

Onto...

⚓️Josephina Killian⚓️

First Year - (she/they) Demi-girl - Bi-asexual

- Twisted from, you guessed it, Captain Hook!

- I kept as much as I could from the og design and that includes the eyebags, this girlie doesn't sleep. She's only conscious from the 30mg of caffeine she drinks in the morning.

- She and Samantha met at orientation and have been inseparable since, with Sammy always following her around.

And speaking of Samantha,

🦭Samantha Chief🦭

First Year - (she/her) Transfem - Pan-asexual

- Twisted from Smee! I gave her albinism so her hair is also white naturally.

- Because of her albinism, she avoids outdoor activities for the most part. She is part of the Swimming Club (which idk if that even exists but it does now lmao).

- SHE'S A SELKIE OMG. Sorry, same up with that on the spot lol but now she is. Very shy around people because it's her first time on land so the other mer of the dorm kinda look out for her.

That's all for now, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see y'all in part four!! 🩷🩷🩷

[sleepsart]

Ik it doesn't always show up bc I keep drawing him facing the same way, but I gave him heterochromia for funsies. Happy 1 yr of s5 !

[ ID: A drawing of Ben from the knees up, walking next to Bumpy. Ben is older and has longer hair. He's wearing a t-shirt, shorts, a fanny pack, and a watch. He's using forearm crutches and looking up with a smile. Bumpy is a large ankylosaurus who looks happy. One of the horns on her head is smaller than the other one. End ID ]

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[laulo821]

Some more outfits then :D

Alpha Damon (this one I'm pretty sure about)

Archibald (it could maaaybe fit but mostly I just think it's funny)

Klaus Nava (just funny, don't think it fits at all :D)

Charok (maybe??)

wildcard (can't think of anybody but I need you to see it)

hell yea more dress-up games!! i saw that last night and bursted out laughing in my bed, those are such gooood choices lmao

Alpha Damon: i even gave him longer hair and a light grey streak hell yea!! honestly it matches his vibe but he wouldn't like it - not a fan of denim and it's not... "in your face" or metal enough. but he slays!

Archibald: WHAT THE HEKK IS THAT HAHAHA i lost it when i saw it <3 you got archibald's character right, he's a funny lad and he WOULD wear wacky shit like that but unfortunately he is not into warm colour palettes and i don't think they compliment him (moreso with his purple eyes, although they are hidden here). so it's a pass for him but in spirit and vibe, it's on point <3

Klaus: at first i was like "ehhhh not sure at all...." but it suits him so well!!! it's colour themed with his fur and eyes teehee <3 i don't think he would go out his way to buy the coat and pants but if they happened to be in his wardrobe he'd definetly wear it to chill (like running errands, case in point). very solid that's a yes!!

Charok: HELL YEA BROTHER SHE GOT CHOSEN!! for Perdu d'Avance en plus... funfact: back when i designed her, orelsan was her voiceclaim (thus i associate a lot of his old songs with her) and he inspired me a lot for her highschool characterisation. so it's a huge YES perfectly her vibe 10/10 nailed it

Wildcard HARLEY!!! bro is in funny shit like that too. he's always wearing black but he absolutely loves eccentric colourful funsies too. also big plus: shorts. bro can't wear pants so it's a slay too. the fit just lacks accessories (bracelets, earrings and necklaces) but it's really neat for him

[pixlostinatos]

some sketches to try and get a feel for some character designs!! some design notes:

codfather!jimmy gets to be an axolotl hybrid bc it just makes sense if he and lizzie are from the same clutch that theyd be the same species

okay genuinely i think the codfather hat would actually hide his face but i needed it visible for design purposes so he gets the usual interpretation here

i think his canon outfit is dorky but i guess itd be aquadynamic? i made the sleeves flowy and sheer for funsies but i may do a total overhaul of the outfit at some point

grand wizard gems skirt gets to be longer than canon bc she lives on a mountain and she needs to stay warm

i also made her hair a more realistic shade of red and i made her wings actual dragon wings to match fwhips. wasnt super fussed abt the anatomy here, just wanted to give the concept. yes fwhip and gem get to have draconic ancestry bc i Said So <3

hermes!! my boy!! this outfit is very much not a final design, i just wanted smth quick to show their ties to both sanctuary and stratos

yes i gave him the hair stripe everyone gives him. as a treat

as they get older and more powerful, hermes uses their demigodly power to turn more and more of their hair brown so he can match his dads instead of looking like a shulker. the tips always stay gold though bc i think its cute

[image descriptions: 3 colored sketches of characters from empires on blank backgrounds. the first two are jimmy and gem from season 1. jimmy is looking up, presumably swimming. he is a brown axolotl hybrid with long blond hair and slime dripping down his face. he is wearing a cod as a hat and a green jumpsuit styled after captain americas. gem is pale with purple scales on her cheekbones, and has long auburn hair pulled back in a braid, a green dress, and a purple cape and wizards hat. she is casting a spell using her staff, which is topped with amethyst, and she has purple dragon wings, one of which is flared dramatically behind him. the third drawing is of hermes from season two. they are a cheerful-looking toddler wearing a dark purple and red toga under a slightly lighter purple and red poncho. he is also wearing winged golden sandals. he has medium-toned skin and brown eyes. their hair is predominantly light blond, but the ends are gold, there is a purple strip near their part, and a section of it is dark brown. /end id.]

[sunny6677]

Flower Boy

A Sodapop x Male! Reader

CHAPTER 1: A Customer.

TW FOR STORY: IMPLIED HOMOPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIA, INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA, PROFANITY, MENTIONS OF PEOPLE GOING MISSING, JOHNNYS DEATH.

TW FOR CHAPTER: None.

Disclaimer: The first few chapters take place before the story even begins, so Johnny is still alive at this current time in the story.

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You ain't ever see too many men walkin' around here not causin' rumbles or not gettin' into fights with any Greasers or Socs.

Those Greasies and those Socies or whatever had always been rivalin' one another, no matter the gender; gettin' into verbal disputes and rumblin' with one another like someone from an insane asylum.

Yet here was I, neither a Socie or a Greasie. Some would consider me a Socs, but I think I'd consider me an actual normal person.

Ya see, my mother here, see, she had above average money but she wasn't rich or anythin'. My father owned a car, and me and my siblings had enough food to be fed.

The Socies were rich folk; folk who ain't ever have to worry 'bout what they need to do for a livin' or nothin'. All they have to do is ask their parents, and they can bet away with anythin'.

The Greasies, or Greasers; were among the poor folk. Greasy hair, with usually jackets.

As different as they treated eachother, for me, they weren't so different.

I can see the way they act around eachother, the sunset is clear enough. Different as they think the other is, they still set just about the same.

As for me, I'm among the wise men who don't get into fights and drink beer for funsies like a total bozo.

I'm 16 years old and I'm workin' at a flower shop downtown called Floral Heavens. I ain't too fond of the greasies and the socies who pass by callin' me 'Flower Boy', since they seem to think me workin' at a flower shop makes me less of a man somehow.

I ain't bothered by 'em though. When they're all in their nursing homes in the near future and have to be cared for due to their alcoholic problems, I'll learn to grow outta my annoyance for their meaningless insults, i'm sure.

But as for this here story I'm about to tell ya; let me tell ya now, this little Greasie here, see, was the only Greasie I didn't find myself wantin' to shoot myself with.

And how this story started was easy.

Ya see, I was doin' my normal stuff-- i clocked in and gave anyone who came in to check out the flowers or buy some a warm greetin' like I always did.

The shop here, see, was like a total greenhouse. The sunlight would peek in from the windows, givin' it a warm aura of some sorts.

Some flowers would be stuck in their pots, and some were strung along the walls for decoration. People here loved the atmosphere, and I'm pretty sure my boss knew that damn well.

It was upon one Saturday evenin' a certain man walked in. I looked up, and realized it was one of those damn Greasies.

I was wonderin' though-- what on earth was a Greasie doin' in a flower shop? Maybe he was buyin' somethin' for his girlfriend? Did he even have one?

What was kinda off about 'em was his looks. With his luscious dark gold hair and those dark brown eyes of caramel, it was a wonder that he was even real. He had a goofy grin on his face that I couldn't help but grin back at as he walked in with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, pal-- whatcha here for? You buyin' somethin' for a honey of yours?" I asked, smilin' at his weird movie star type looks.

His hair shimmered in the sunlight reflectin' from the window as he stared into my eyes and told me; "Yep.. now what have ya got, sir? You have any daisies?"

"Why sure, I believe we do-- wouldn't ya normally be buyin' a rose for a honey o' yours though?" I asked, while turnin' to go look for the daisies that were layin' off somewhere.

Even though I was no longer facin' 'em, I could hear his smile. "Nah, daisies are her favorite. I wanna make her happy, so i'm buyin' her one."

"Mm-- I see. Ya want a bouquet of 'em?"

"Yep."

I got a bouquet of daisies. I didn't know why, but I felt a lil' happy. It had been a while since I saw someone buy somethin' different for a sweetheart of theirs. It made my boredom quite less persistent with this work environment.

I walked up to the counter, and handed 'em to that boy with a smile.

"That'll be a dollar. People don't want 'em often, so they're less pricey."

He grinned with a giggle, and checked his pockets while sayin; "Oh yeah? Well I betcha if my girl ever came up here, you'd be loaded with tons of moneys with how much she'd buy."

"Oh really? That'd be real nice of her. Maybe if ya take her up here sometime, she could lend me a twenty with how much she'd be willin' to pay for."

"Heh, you betcha. I'm curious, I didn't think I ever saw you around before-- ya new?"

"Well, I just got the job, so you could say somewhat."

"Oh really now? Whats your name?"

"Y/N. Why? Do I look familiar or somethin'?" I smiled.

"Pffft, yeah. Your that guy I robbed a bank with a decade ago." He joked.

"Heheh.. how'd ya know?"

I didn't ever meet someone with such a charmin' way of doin' anythin' before. If I'm bein' honest, I was already hopin' this guy would come back sometime soon.

He smirked, "Heh.. ya can't hide from me that easy. Names Sodapop by the way."

"Sodapop? Really? Thats a real cool name."

"Why thank ya-- ya have a real cool name yourself, pal."

"Well, I thank ya too. Have ya ever come by here before?"

"No, but I see ladies and their girlfriends comin' in up in here all the time. Figured it'd be a nice gift for my girl an' all, so thats why I'm here."

"Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate it-- ya wanna-- ya wanna take a look around or will this be your way off now?"

Asked I. I myself didn't realize it at the time, but I think this was the beginnin' of my big old fascination with this man.

"Nah, I'll be off now. But I'll come back sometime to look around, so no sweat--"

He then went towards the exit, and opened it up, leaving a ray of sunshine to glow in. "Well, I'll see ya! Bye!" He waved with that goofy ol' grin of his.

"Ah-- bye.." Truth be told, as he exited that door, I was hopin' he'd come back a minute later for more. With that attitude of his, I could tell he was a good kid, even though he was most likely a Greasie.

But that attitude of his was enough to make me fall in love with him later on; and fallin' in love with another man in this time was a dangerous game. Especially if you didn't know whether they liked you back or not.

The game hadn't been started yet, but I knew deep down from the very start soon it would have to be played. I and Soda, the chess pieces. And the ones movin' the chess pieces, the gods above playin' with us.

[nymphsupremacy]

I hate Eris’ bald bald head, she looks like a deranged chicken so I gave her a feather kind of hair for funsies. I actually kinda like her color palette? But that’s only because it doesn’t make my eyes bleed but if she were to have a purplish color palette instead I would also like it too(seriously where are the Zeus genes with him and Hera’s kids?)

Idk if I can call this a legit redesign of Athena but its mostly because I HC her as having longer hair in the old days and she also has blue eyes like her father but I did make her look less like Hades/Thanatos. If I actually draw her tho I would make her a lil buff and have a hook/greek nose.

[moodymelanist]

Are you still taking prompts? If so, Elain wearing the jacket™, for Elucien.

hell yeah I am. the jacket but make it ✨modern college au✨

let’s say this is a continuation of the mean girl Elain prompt I did for @ncssian for funsies 😌

Elain slammed the door of the frat house behind her, fuming as she walked down the steps and back towards campus. Her now ex boyfriend was a complete asshole, her sorority sister could kiss her ass, it was fucking freezing—

She was barely paying attention to where her feet were going as she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering from the chilly October winds. She hadn’t even thought to bring a jacket to this stupid Halloween party, since she’d expected Grayson to either drive her home or pay for an uber. She would’ve called one herself but her phone was only on two percent; she thought it was better to save it for an emergency just in case she needed it.

She couldn’t help but think about how much fun she’d been having just a little over an hour ago. Everyone had been getting ready for the Halloween party together and she’d decided to dress up as a rabbit, complete with a gray bodysuit, pink leggings, and a headband with bunny ears on it. She’d been so excited to see Graysen’s reaction to her costume but he hadn’t been on the main floor when she’d gotten to the frat house, so she’d gone looking for him upstairs.

And promptly discovered him swapping tongues with one of her sorority “sisters.” Ianthe Bishop could choke for all Elain was concerned, sisterhood be damned. Graysen hadn’t even cared enough to argue when she’d told him that they were over, let alone enough to follow her outside.

It normally took her about five minutes to walk back to her sorority house, but there was no way she could go back there tonight. Her younger sister lived in a dorm about fifteen minutes away on campus and Elain decided to go there instead, knowing Feyre would be in for the night since she had an important project to turn in for one of her art classes on Monday.

The longer she walked the more upset Elain got, and eventually she was full-on crying. Her tears made the wind even worse on her face but she didn’t want to take away the limited heat her arms were giving her to wipe them away.

She was walking in front of the library when someone checked her shoulder painfully hard. She looked up and recognized the shoulder-length red hair just before she said, “Watch where you’re fucking going.”

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Lucien snapped. He pulled a headphone out of one ear before crossing his arms over his chest. “It was an accident.”

“Whatever,” she grumbled. She tried to go around him but he moved to block her path. “What do you want?”

“You look terrible,” he said bluntly. “And you must be freezing.”

“Careful, babe,” she replied, the word acrid on her tongue. It was what she called Graysen but usually it was much sweeter leaving her lips. “Someone might think you care.”

Lucien sighed and started taking things out of the jacket he was wearing. It was a dark green color that complimented his hair nicely, and even though she was tempted to say he looked like an upside down carrot, she held her tongue when she realized he was offering it to her.

“I don’t care, but I’m not a dick,” he said. “Besides, French class would be a lot less interesting if you died of hypothermia. Just take it.”

She did as he asked. His jacket was much too big on her, but it was thick and warm and smelled like him. “Thank you.”

He gave her a lazy salute before continuing on his way. She pretended that she didn’t watch him go.

[rouiyan]

OMG OMG WHAT IF A FIRST SLEEP OVER AT SUNGCHAN'S HOME AND THE NEXT MORNING Y/N WAKES UP EARLY AND COOKS BREAKFAST AND HE SURPRISES HER WITH A BACKHUG I--- OSBAKSVKWGSBAHAJSGAJ IMAGINE HIM BEING SO TALL COMPARED TO Y/N MAY I REQUEST THAT MAY I MAY I

i sound so aggressive wth

HAHA omg YES YOU MAY. sweetie, i live for the vibes you give off, chaotic at best. also, please don’t mind me, i thought this rq was so cute--and i made it bsf2l w high school and next door neighbor au, just for funsies. 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐖. — sungchan x (gender neutral) reader ✧ word count : 1446 ✧ disclaimer : sleeping together, no funny business

the window above your bed is haunted, you’re convinced of that. you can hear, distinctly, the sound of different objects being thrown at it each time, but each time you always seem to turn just a second late, missing the scene and leaving you wondering if you were just crazy. somehow, i didn’t cross your mind that it could be your neighbor until you looked up just in time to see a shoe catapulting at the tempered glass, the sole leaving scuff marks where it hit with a loud thud. 

slightly alarmed, no bewildered, or maybe even in relief, you cross your room hurriedly, shoving the pane upwards before another thing collides with it. the sky is a mix of light and dark, too late for the sun yet too early for the moon, but even then, you can still see sungchan’s figure shrouded on all sides by a soft dimness. 

“what do you want?” you hiss at him. sungchan is perched on the edge of your sidewalk, the window above your bed facing the street, and also directly opposite of his own bedroom window across the street. “sleepover,” is all he hisses back. you arch an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t respond. remembering that it would be impossible for him to see your expression, the light crowding from your room behind you casting shadows across your face. you voice, “what about your parents?”

“they went to grams for the weekend, left me here all alone, can you believe that?” chuckling you swung your hips so that you’re positioned sideways on the windowsill, one leg hanging out. “okay...,” you drawl on, trying to imagine how this would pan out, “and what about my parents?”

you almost, almost can see the boy roll his eyes. the whole block knew your parents really could care less about you, not that they didn’t care about you, just that they trusted you enough to know that you wouldn’t be sneaking out of the house at night. totally not a coincidence that that’s the whole reason why you do sneak out of the house at night.

before you know it, you’re on the couch in his living room, the volume of the movie that’s playing is turned all the way up, and the only source of light in the room is from that very screen. you’re focused on the movie, that’s as far as you know, but you also know that jung sungchan has been sneaking glances at you every other minute. you wonder why.

the movie dies down at around 2:30 in the morning, or at least that’s the last time you checked the clock before falling asleep. you wake up a good thirty minutes later though, tucked on your side into the left of sungchan’s bed. now you’re wondering if the boy will be on the other side if you turn around. he is.

sungchan hasn’t gone to sleep yet, but would rather stay up mindlessly browsing through his phone on a school night- no, morning. he feels the sheets ruffle beside him and he’s met with your half-lidded eyes, scrunched nose, and eyebrows knit in utter confusion. “how did i get here?”

ruffling your hair, sungchan is quick to reply, “i dragged you, dummy.” your cheeks flush at his actions though the low lights are there to hide them in your aid. the ambience dips into silence as sungchan retires his eyes from his phone, placing it on the nightstand. he turns off the light there as well, the walls of his room succumbing to an endless black. 

it only takes a few minutes for your thoughts to dwindle down into the depths of contemplation. the things that have been weighing on your mind being nudged out into open air by the comfort and shield of dusk. “do you ever think of what will happen to us?”

you note that he is still awake after all when he rejoins, “what do you mean?” turning your whole body to face him instead of just your head, you clarify, “like in the long run, after we graduate, do you think we’ll still be...?”

he completes your thoughts, sort of at least, “friends?”

“yeah..., “ you trail off at the prospect of, “friends.”

you’re not sure if your spirits are elated or dismayed when he says, “i don’t think much will change, we’ve always been this way.” we’ve always been just friends, is all you hear. the discouragement is strong in your undertone, “even if i move far away?” but it’s alright, you suppose, you weren’t expecting much anyways.

“even if you move far far away.”

there is something unspoken about that night, from the way the two of you share a bed for the first time to the way neither of you dare fall asleep when the tension in the air is so unmistakably clear. it’s as if the chirps of crickets, far off in the distance, are telling you to make your feelings clear, for not ten minutes later you profess a portion of your desires, although a rather short-lived one. “would you mind it if we cuddled?”

“sure.” his voice is very much still bright, in the ways that suggest that he’s nowhere near sleep. playful he adds, “why? scared of the dark?” and while you’re chuckling along lightly with him, you’re also failing to come up with a reason that doesn’t disclose your specific sentiments towards the boy. “no, i just...”

you think that he’s about to just let the whole proposition dissipate into the night, seeing as he hasn’t uttered a word in the last two minutes. but it’s just then when you hear him say, “come here.”

his side of the bed is warm, you wonder why yours wasn’t. his side of the bed feels like home, you wonder why the other side of the same bed didn’t. undoubtedly, you know that it’s all because of him. sungchan makes all the difference in the universe when put in your perspective. the atmosphere of a room with or without him contrasts like summer and winter. a gift given to you by him in comparison to that of another is like a talisman sent by the heavens in comparison to a pair of socks. his eyes on you versus the eyes of anyone else feels like a compliment from god versus a mindless felicitation from a stranger. if you are to break it down in just five words, all you can say is, jung sungchan is your world. or you could say, “sungchan, do you like me?”

blame it in his embrace, the tenderest of all, that surrounds you in thoughts that revolve solely around him. blame it on the light, or rather, the absence of light that gave you all the courage you’ve ever needed to say those five words, in that order. blame it on the tension, the feeling that voicing aloud the questions lodged in the back of your throat would make it easier on the both of you. blame it on the way you knew, in the depths of your mind, exactly what he would say in response to those questions. and maybe the moon had whispered it in your ear because the little murmur he gives confirms all your trembling hopes and dreams, “...yeah,” you feel the gulp of his throat on the crown of your head, “i do.”

nothing, i tell you, nothing is easier in the world than to say, “i like you too.”

you wake up the next morning, sore in the neck but joyous in the heart. also very careful to slip from under the arm that’s draped across you so that you could get on with the little surprise you had in mind. making pancakes is second nature to you, but you’re upset at the fact that there seems to be no maple syrup in his kitchen. you’re on the tips of your toes, trying to clasp at the handles of the two cabinets above the fridge when, without warning, you feel a pair of arms slide around your waist. subsiding from your attempts, you relent onto your heels, only to feel his chest against the back of your head. 

turning in his arms, you stare up at him with bright eyes. “good morning,” you muse. a soft light dances in his pupils as he brings a hand to your hair. a light kiss is placed upon your forehead and he mumbles into it sleazily, “good morning to you too, babe.”

it’s over the years, from far far away to up front and close, that babe becomes dear, and dear becomes honey, and honey becomes love. 

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — anon babe, i’m so sorry this took a little longer than expected. i’ve been kinda out of my fluff feels these past few days and i really didn’t want to force this. i think i made up for it though because it’s also a little longer than usual and came out a little better than i imagined. i hope you liked it <3.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Someone Saved My Life

(Jack x Rin Davies, Pt 1)

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: nothing just intimacy, implied sex and a bit of angst thrown in for funsies

A/N: Jack takes Rin to the Yorkshire Moors for their first holiday together. After all they've been through together, they could use the time away. And yet their first night ends with the arrival of an unwanted guest. ((Totally didn't plan on writing anything let alone another story for the two of them. Was going to try to work on an Ivan story, but I tossed around this idea for months now, and it just felt right? Self indulgence is my new name when it comes to writing!))

Things weren't always perfect between Jack and Rin. Jack had days where he slipped back into isolation. The sadness would swell and he wouldn't sleep. Rin knew those were the times he was surrounded. Overwhelmed. And while he mostly ignored the dead, she could feel when they simply refused to ignore him.

They would come in droves and scatter about any room Jack was in. Crammed together like sardines in a can all shouting for messages to be passed to the living. Sometimes Rin would give him a wide berth, the death and decay crawled along her own skin. She would dress with every inch of her skin covered and attempt to sleep alone while Jack banished himself to the sofa. Those nights resulted in him exploding with anger and shouts of desperation to be left alone.

The guilt would wash over Rin. They're a couple, she would remember. Partners. Not just lovers and friends. You take the worst of one another as your own, and she could ACTUALLY do that for Jack. Letting him be was not a choice anymore, no matter what he believed.

Rin would go and gently talk Jack down into her lap. His thick mass of waves and curls against her bare thighs would be sweaty. He would curl on his side with a hand under legs instead of his cheek. His other by his mouth so he could anxiously chew on the already devastated thumb nail. She knew his eyes would be jammed shut.

Rin would brush the curls off Jack’s forehead with fingertips. Fingers that traced delicate and light patterns over his temples and cheeks where they wiped away tears as she hummed. Her thumb soft along his lips before they ran back up where she would press her index, middle, and ring finger into his temple. Then she would sing and fill his head with warmth and love to bring the light instead of death.

“Someone saved my life tonight..” And Rin would look up and around at them all. Her voice came out soft and full of affection. She would narrow her eyes in their direction. Silently chastising them all the while comforting Jack.

His body relaxed as she continued, “You almost had your hooks in me. Didn't you dear. You nearly had me roped and tied. Altar bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom, whispered in my ear. You're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly. Fly away..” Her hand would sweep in a wild gesture along the lot of them. He would be asleep, and she would be alone with the shock of the departed that they had another to see them.

As long as Rin connected with Jack he wasn't alone in his ability. They discovered that with Finch. Jack was the conjurer; Rin the conduit. A hundred years ago they would have been rich in the spiritualism movement. Now they were labeled mental and mad and stuffed full of chemicals, their gifts silenced.

Never again for either of them, Rin would hold back the dead so her love could sleep and get peace. When she interfered the protection emanated from her. They would stop shouting, stop begging, just.. stop. Rin would flick her hand like she was casting a powerful spell, her eyes set in determination. Then they would be gone.

Then there were times like this. When Jack closed up his shop with a sign that said “I'm on Holidays. Dunno when, I'm almost thirty and this is my first one.” He put himself and Rin on a train up to Yorkshire where they hailed a cab to what was theirs for the next month.

Rin gazed in delight at the two story stone cottage. It was covered in ivy and moss with a carved stone fence and a picket gate. There was a little English rose garden off to the side of the house, and wildflowers simply everywhere else. In the hills beyond stood grazing cattle and a pond. Behind the hills of Yorkshire.

“Oh, Jack,” it was just a breath that managed to escape her.

“D’you reckon it's alright?” he scratched his shaggy head. There was worry in his green eyes as he glanced towards his partner for approval.

Rin’s eyes met Jack’s, and she slipped her ungloved hand inside of his. Their palms together, she squeezed. “This is stunning,” she hoped to reassure him. Her gratitude and pleasure flowed from her body to his through her touch.

Jack had just bent to kiss Rin when someone interrupted them and cleared their throat. A feminine voice shouted, “Yoo hoo! Hello!”

The couple turned to see a stout, round faced cheerful old woman in the garden. She wore a wide brim straw hat, an old dress and an apron. Rin was reminded of a human Mrs. Potts as the elder smiled wide.

“Aren't you a delight!” she beamed. Making her way to the gate she stopped. “I'm Mrs. Barrow. My husband, Henry is round back in the barn. Oh it's been AGES since we've had newlyweds.”

Jack's cheeks pinked, but Rin giggled. “No. We're not married.”

“Oh, sinful little doves.” The old woman winked. “By the looks of him, I can see why.” She fanned herself dramatically and Jack now turned red. He scratched at his head even harder whilst his eyebrows disappeared in his hair.

“This is Jack, and I'm Wren. But you can call me Rin! Are you the caretakers? Is this your house? We're on our first holiday together.” The words tumbled out of the young woman before she could stop herself.

“Oh no, little Wren. Henry and I..” Rin had let go of Jack's hand to shake Mrs. Barrow’s. The moment she let go, the old woman disappeared. Rin gasped and turned to her boyfriend.

“She was telling us she and her husband did live here. Died from the Spanish flu a hundred years ago.” Jack gave a little shrug, but a tiny grin had crept into the corners of his mouth. “They love it here so much, neither moved on.”

Rin reached for him, and his hand covered hers. The old woman reappeared. “Sorry, Missus. I didn't know?”

She laughed heartily in response, “Sometimes Henry and I forget we're dead. Never had someone who could see us before. Let alone a couple. The moors are full of ghosts, mostly long gone. None of us here for a bother, especially since your beau here looks exhausted. Just popped in for a bit of cheek and a greeting. If you need us, give a shout ok?” Then she was gone.

“Why can't they all be like that?!” Jack almost shouted his question.

“Maybe we should move up here where they've had time to get used to it? The ones in Manchester are all.. fresh and selfish and confused.”

Rin pulled Jack towards her for a kiss. His tongue teased her for the briefest moment before he picked her up and carried her in his arms towards the cottage.

“What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“Dunno. Little biddie thought we’re married,” he leaned in to kiss her a few more times. He waggled his eyebrows, “Might as well act like it.”

“Jack, we just got here!”

“I've been ready since we woke up. We’ll have a shag then go out to the pub for a few pints and some fish n chips.”

“Romantic,” Rin rolled her eyes as Jack opened the door around her.

“Oh, you love me!” Jack set her down in the foyer then playfully slapped his girlfriend on the ass.

Rin jumped and bolted up the stairs before he could catch her. “I do!” she called down to him. “What's that vow? Till death do us part?” She started to strip her clothes off to her bra and panties. Her finger made a come here motion before she disappeared around a corner.

Jack's face fell, but only for the swiftest of moments. “Even then you wouldn't be gone.”

------

Rin snuck out of the bed as she so often did after they had sex. Mostly because it was the soundest Jack ever slept with his long limbs stretched out as if she wasn’t there. Or he would envelop her in his arms without a choice. And even though she understood Jack's desire to be with her constantly, sometimes Rin felt smothered.

Now she stood at the foot of the bed to watch Jack's breathing as his sternum rose and fell with a steady rhythm. He laid on his back, arm above his head in a languid position. The sheets barely draped across his hips to reveal the V shape of his pelvis and just a tuft of pubic hair. Rin’s eyes kept going until she felt her heart between her thighs and not in her chest.

“Go take a bath,” her brain scolded her. “Wash off the train and sex before you go out for dinner. You stand here any longer, you'll wake him up by straddling him.”

Rin’s body wavered. I mean, that was an idea. “BATH, ADERYN DAVIES!” At least her inner monologue didn't use her middle name.

Rin closed the door and turned on the hot water. She was lost in thought as it filled. How she and Jack developed a willingness to share their bodies with one another in the light. That she relished how their chests and mouths and skin dissipated into reciprocated emotions. Jack was addicted to it the way she could absorb him and switch places with him. Show him what it was like to be her. Empathy became his heroin.

Rin climbed into the tub and settled against the porcelain. She relaxed her mind and body until only her breasts remained afloat. She never took a bath. Not since her time in hospital when she and Jack met. Where the dead tried to drown them. But she and Jack saved each other.

Maybe because they were nearing the three year anniversary of that awful time, but Rin thought about it more these days. She held her hands above the water and ran her scarred fingers over the further damage she had done to herself. The long jagged line from her wrist to forearm. Usually she wasn't quite THAT bad off when she tried to commit suicide, and even now she couldn't remember what was her trigger that day.

“There's not even a word to describe how bloody melancholy suicides are when they come ‘round,” Jack would say. “Maybe desolate?”

“Did you ever try?”

“Not that I remember. Didn't wanna upset Emma. Always seems so messy. Guess maybe I was doing it slowly though, the way I lived. We're ok now, right?” he would ask and kiss her hand.

“We're diamonds, Jack,” she would respond, "Unbreakable.”

Now Rin knew he was in the doorway. It was hard to sneak up on her if you gave off too much emotion. Currently Jack was as warm and comforting as the water she floated about in.

“You alright?” his sleepy voice carried a trace of concern.

Rin looked up and back at him, her fingers still on her scar. “Yeah! Just thinking about us. This.”

The air shifted. A wicked grin played across Jack's face as he walked around the side of the tub. His naked body in full view. Rin’s face flushed and her heart raced, but she kept her composure on the surface as he stepped in to join her. His hands on her waist drew her into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck as they held onto each other tightly. Jack pressed his lips to Rin’s neck where he kissed a trail down over the curve of her shoulder.

“Jaacckk,” she whinged. “Come on I was sat here having a think, and you’re like a teenage boy with this!” She tried to hide a moan when he bent her back to capture her breast in his mouth. “Bless,” was her response.

“I can't help it!” he teased from between them. “I have so much lost time, and you’re so bloody sexy.”

“Will you put that thing away!” Rin’s voice was louder, but still had laughter in it. “C’mon Jack. This should be sweet and romantic. Somehow you always turn it into a porno.”

“I can't help that my,” Jack pointed his finger towards the water and whistled, “likes you. Loves you? Always wants to be in you.”

“Cock, Jack. It's called a cock. Shouldn't it be used to me by now? It's been almost a year.”

Jack stopped teasing Rin. He looked at her seriously now. Those green eyes seemed to search her soul as they moved back and forth over her face. “One year?”

“Yes.”

“I can't believe I had forgotten you all the time between..” his voice trailed off.

“It's ok,” Rin spoke softly.

Jack turned his bottom lip out, “Now I'm sad. So we should shag in this bathtub, then I won't be!”

Rin groaned for a long time after that. “No!! Sex in hot tubs or bath tubs or pools isnt the best. Water is a shite lubricant, trust.”

Jack pushed her away and feigned disgust. “Have you shagged in them before?”

“Once or twice.”

“With Roland?”

“What?! No! I told you we only had sex once. Then he left LITERALLY the next day. Why are you so weirdly jealous of him? It wasn't my first time. I've been with loads of men.”

Rin sat back again on her side of the tub. She reached for the body wash on a shelf, and started to use it on her arms and chest. Her eyebrow arched as if she was trying to challenge Jack to get angry at her sexual history.

Jack pulled his knees to his chest. “Are you hoping I get pissed that you've had sex with other guys? Of course you have, you're beautiful. Roland is just so.. Roland.”

“Fair play, but he has a gift like we do.”

“Ghosts and music. Worst super powers ever,” he mused.

Rin opened her arms and motioned Jack to settle in between them and her legs. He turned and laid down with his back completely pressed into her. She kissed his cheek then gestured for him to tilt his head back with her finger under his chin. Jack obeyed with his eyes closed.

Rin cupped water in her hand and poured it over his hair. She repeated the process a few times before he sunk down under the water. She marveled at how long his hair was when wet or straightened. At how long his arms and legs and torso were as he held on to her own knees that were drawn up around him. At how far he had come from the man drawn into himself high, on psych meds, with dirty fingernails and rough cheeks. Now he was open and present and relaxed in her arms.

“Birdie,” Jack started calling her that out of a desire to give her some kind of nickname. Love and darling and babe weren't enough.

“Jackie?” only Rin got away with that. She put some shampoo in her hand and lathered them together in front of their bodies before she dove into his hair.

“You're making me sad thinking about how poor I was when we met. You know, passing it from yourself to me without meaning.”

“What?” she was concentrating on massaging Jack's entire head. Her light fingers made circles and gentle scratches. Then they widened and she drew bigger circles. She didn't want to leave out one inch of his scalp.

“You're body, it's pressed to mine? You're passing along your thoughts without noticing because we're relaxed. But also, please keep doing that. Holy shit that feels nice.”

Rin kept on. She alternated from soft to a little harder to as much pressure as Jack allowed. He gripped her calf and ankles now wrapped around his waist. She used her thumbs to stroke his temples and rub across his forehead before going back to knead the rest of his head again.

Her attention back to reality instead of just on making sure Jack was cared for, she realized what had happened. “I'm sorry! Sorry. I can block it if you want?” She separated her body from his and unwound her legs. Jack held on.

“It's fine,” he reassured her. “Just let me mind your body too?”

Rin snickered, “You minded my body for about an hour already.”

Jack gave an annoyed smirk and rolled his eyes. “I mean like this!” he gestured towards her washing his hair.

“You can wash my hair. That would be lovely.”

“Why don't I..” he stroked his chin. Jack's eyes settled on the stuff she had spread out on the sink. “Shave your legs?”

“Blimey,” Rin whispered. “Really?” Her heart took to pounding in her ears. She eased him down into the water to rinse everything from him clean. “Jack that's very..”

“Intimate?” he was already standing to carefully choose what was her razor and shaving cream. He held them in her direction for approval.

“Actually, yes.” Rin nodded, “And yes. This is really different from shaving your face, y’know. I've got to trust you completely because that is a new blade, and I always nick a damn patch of skin.”

Jack sat back down in the water, placed the razor on the edge of the tub and lifted Rin’s ankle. He pinioned her foot to his chest and bit his entire bottom lip. She felt exposed, made vulnerable by this position. He was looking at the half of her naked body just below the water’s surface. The can of gel faltered as he shook it.

“Jack! You're shaving my legs, not my twat. Eyes on what you're doing!” Rin snapped her finger to catch his attention.

“I can do-”

“Keep speaking, and no sex for two days.”

Jack frowned but sprayed the soap on her shin. He spread it around from the ankle up to her knee before trying to go higher. Rin held up her hand, “Only strippers and sex workers shave that high!”

He snorted and continued on the back of her leg and made sure to get the back of her knee. She was especially ticklish there and jerked her body and giggled as a result. They both could be in trouble: Jack with a sharp object; Rin with the ability to kick him in the sternum if he wasn't careful.

“Better luck if you're facing away from me. You have to shave with the blades towards my knee. You best sit back against me like before.”

“Or,” Jack held the razor backwards with the head towards his wrist. His thumb on the grooved grip as he placed it delicately by Rin’s ankle. The handle was awkward in his large fingers as he took it gingerly and with the utmost of care upward. The blade made a path in the cream as he moved it up to her knee.

Rin inhaled as he did the same gesture again. She exhaled when the razor met her kneecap. Steady breathing with each swipe along her leg. The tip of Jack's tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated. He worked and focused and shifted her calf just enough to get the sides and the back. The only sound in the bathroom was the splish of water when he cleaned the blade after each path.

“Oh,” was all that left Rin’s mouth the entire time. Her eyes never left Jack's face while his own refused to break away from her leg.

“You alright?” Jack finally looked up at Rin just as he was getting a start on her other leg.

Rin shook her head with enthusiasm. Now her turn to bite her bottom lip before a giant smile crawled from ear to ear. “I'm grand! I love you.”

And just like he always did when she said that, Jack looked sheepish. Like he still couldn't believe that any.one would love him let alone a whole family of them. Rin. Emma. Billy. Jerry. They all loved him without condition.

“I love you too,” Jack smiled in kind. It reached his eyes in wrinkled skin in the corners of them. He made his way around his girlfriend’s other leg and realized something had grown inside of him. He was starting to care for himself.

So this is it, Jack thought as he finished shaving Rin’s legs, I think I love myself?

Before he could say anything the doorbell rang downstairs and scared the shit out of them both. They scrambled to their feet and started to dry off in a harried way. In the bedroom, they threw on clothes as the bell rang out again with more insistence.

“Can ghosts ring?”

“No! Not usually. BLOODY HELL WE’RE COMING!” Jack shouted as he rushed down the steps. He turned the light on in the foyer and opened the door. Rin couldn't make out anything but Jack’s shocked voice. “What the fuck are you doing here? You're two weeks early, mate.”

“She.. I should've.. Wren.. I lost my..” the words were broken up by Jack's body.

Rin made her way down and peered around Jack's shoulder. A tired, swollen eyed man stood on the front stoop. His hair was a curly mess; his goatee and mustache looked like a positive fright. She could tell he hadn't been sleeping much. It was the first time Rin had seen him alone in the last year. It was the first time Rin had seen him in PERSON in maybe seven in spite of all his promises.

“ROLAND?!”

Both he and Jack turned towards Rin and shouted simultaneously, “Surprise!”

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Family Ties and Flirty Guys

“What brings you back here, Doctor?” Sam asked, making her blush a bit with the way he emphasized her new title.

“You, for one,” Darcy told him, eyes looking him up and down approvingly. She was just as pretty and charming as he remembered and he didn’t feel averse to picking up where they left off if she showed signs of being interested.

“Oh?” He asked, smirking a bit.

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a fleeting, almost nervous smile. “I’ve heard of your exploits with Bucky lately and the unfortunate episode with the fake Captain America.”

Sam winced and Darcy sighed, eyes glancing at the shield in his hand.

“It looks good on you,” she said simply.

“Thanks,” Sam acknowledged. “But why else are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you…”

She chuckled awkwardly and he saw she was holding a file folder in her hand.

“So, I was doing a little research into my family tree for funsies when I stumbled upon this.”

She held out a piece of paper and Sam’s eyes widened.

“You mean…..”

“Yep,” she confirmed proudly. “Is he here?”

“Last I saw, he was fishing with my nephews,” he told her. “Want me to take you to him?”

“Sure, if it’s no trouble,” she said nervously. “I’d better speak up now before I chicken out. I hope he won’t think I’m crazy.”

“I think he’ll be elated to find out he has living family,” Sam told her seriously. “The records you have make it pretty clear you can back it up.”

So, in a few minutes, Darcy was following Sam to the docks, where three figures were having the time of their lives. Bucky looked a lot different from the last time she’d seen him, but he was joking and smiling with the kids, who were plainly having the time of their lives.

“Wow. He’s great with kids,” she commented.

“I know. They took to him pretty fast,” Sam admitted. “Never would have guessed it.”

“Are the two of you…...okay?” She asked. “I remember your epic clashes back in the old days. But Steve was there to keep the peace.”

Sam looked thoughtfully off into the distance.

“We’re in a better place, I’d say. We’ve been able to finally have conversations that should have happened a long time ago. He can be a pain in the ass, but he’s a great guy. Never tell him I said that, though.”

Darcy laughed and Bucky suddenly noticed them.

“You bringing girls home, Sam?” He yelled smugly, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. The boys giggled beside him.

“Zip it, Barnes!” Darcy yelled back. “If anything, I’d take HIM home.

Bucky’s smile got even bigger and he rushed over to join them, grabbing Darcy in a hug.

“Lewis! Long time no see!”

Darcy smiled as she was bodily lifted and twirled around before being set back on her feet.

“Yeah. Right back atcha. I see you got tired of the hobo chic look.”

Sam snorted and Bucky chuckled, rubbing his head self-consciously.

“Yeah. I got tired of hair flying in my face in a fight,” he explained. “S’not practical. But what brings you all the way out here, other than hitting on Sam?”

There were more giggles from the boys and Sam fixed them with a stern look before glancing at Darcy and leading the kids away to give her some privacy.

Darcy stood in front of Bucky, trying to find the right words to break it to him gently, but in the end the first thing that came out of her mouth was “You’re my great-great uncle!”

Quite naturally, Bucky looked at her like she was off her rocker, and Darcy face-palmed with the hand that was not holding the paper.

“Ummm, here,” she sighed, handing him the paper. “It’s from the records I found when researching my family tree. I meant to ease into it, but my big ole mouth just went and got ahead of my brain.”

His eyes widened as he read it and a rather incredulous smile lit up his face.

“Here I was thinking I had no living relatives,” Bucky said in wonder. “No wonder we were so in synch in our mischief making. Genetics.”

He hugged Darcy again, this time much longer. She could practically feel the delight radiating off of him and it made her feel very satisfied in the decision she’d made. Back in the pre-Snap world, Darcy had befriended Bucky and roped him into her prank schemes against the avengers. He was super stealthy, so no one but Natasha ever knew who was really responsible for the terror rained down upon their friends. Their crowning achievements had included glitter on Steve’s helmet and shield, smiley faces on Tony’s suit, and trick arrows that squawked like chickens when fired. (The look on Clint’s face!!)

“So, should I call you Uncle James now?” She asked slyly, grinning at him again.

He groaned and shook his head decidedly.

“No. That just makes me feel old,” he declared.

“Well, you technically are.”

“In that case, respect your elders, young lady,” he said, wagging his finger and making his voice creaky. “Oh, and get off my lawn!”

They doubled over laughing until Sam came back and shook his head at them.

“I hate to interrupt this charming family reunion,” he said dryly. “But I’d like a turn to catch up with Doctor Lewis here. We have some unfinished business.”

He looked at her meaningfully and Darcy fluttered her eyelashes. Sam was very good at saying a lot with one look, and she was liking what that said very much.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed and he looked between them suspiciously, clenching his metal hand a bit.

A woman appeared on the porch and suddenly, his whole demeanor shifted and he smiled an utterly charming smile and strolled toward her.

Sam groaned and face palmed.

“He seems smitten,” Darcy remarked, eying the way Bucky was chatting up the woman, whom Darcy guessed was probably Sam’s sister. She’d never met her, but he’d mentioned her quite a few times.

“Unfortunately.” Sam snorted. “I warned him not to flirt with her or I’d feed him to the fish, but does he listen? No!”

“Well, I guess you’ll get some good payback if he sees you flirting with his great-great niece,” Darcy suggested, a very sly expression in her blue eyes. “And lay it on thick. I want to scandalize him.”

“Man, I’ve missed you,” Sam stated, grinning evilly as he pondered how awesome Darcy was and how he could annoy Bucky the most.

“And I’ve missed you, too,” she told him, giving him the hug she’d been wanting to for a long time.

They talked outside for a long time, discussing Darcy’s journey to getting her doctorate and the adventure in Westview, and Sam’s struggle with the legacy of the shield and the mess with John Walker.

Darcy’s eyes were wet when he’d finished and for a moment she didn’t say anything, just stood there in supportive silence.

“That is a LOT. Wow, Sam.”

She shook her head, then stepped forward and poked him in the chest.

“The world needs more heroes like you, and that’s the truth. You, Sam Wilson, are a good man. Steve knew that and the rest of the world is going to know that too.”

Before Sam could respond to this, a voice yelled out, “Sam! Don’t make her stand there all day! Bring her in and introduce us!”

“Sarah?” Darcy asked, with a knowing smile.

“Yup,” Sam sighed. “And that was her mom voice, so we’d better get going.”

When they made it inside, Bucky was helping Sarah put dinner on the table and being far too friendly about it, in Sam’s opinion. Before he could give his friend a quelling death glare, he felt a soft hand wrap around his arm as Darcy scooted in close.

“Remember the plan?” She whispered, giving him a flirtatious smile.

Sam swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure it was such a good plan now, but he found he wasn’t willing to object, so he smiled right back at her and went along with it.

Darcy was a big hit with the rest of the Wilson family and soon had the boys captivated as she told the story of how she’d met Thor and tased him.

“And how did you wind up meeting these two?” Sarah asked, nodding at Sam and Bucky, who were currently engaged in another stare down. Bucky had caught Sam holding Darcy’s hand and had nearly turned purple. Darcy thought it was both hilarious and adorable how protective both men were being.

“I met Sam when sad puppy Steve brought him in after the whole mess in DC. I was visiting one of the Avengers facilities and saw him swooping around and oh, boy, I was Very Intrigued, to say the least.”

She winked suggestively at Sam, who smirked.

“I met Bucky here a few months later when he was on his Destroy All Hydra bases rampage and he happened to hit the one I was held hostage in. Normally, I’m pretty good at being self-rescuing, but Hydra is Hydra. He found me in the Nick of time.”

She gave Bucky a grateful look, and he nodded in acknowledgment, both feeling even more thankful for the rescue now.

“Sounds like you’ve had a lot of adventures, Darcy,” Sarah commented.

“Yeah,” Darcy chuckled. “It would probably be better for my nerves and blood pressure if I just hung around non-superheroes, but I’ve become too attached to them. They’re just so darn irresistible!”

She looked up at Sam with an exaggerated adoring smile and he gave her back a look that had her getting hot all over.

Bucky glowered and paid Sarah another compliment.

And so on it went until Sarah shooed the boys off to bed and Darcy was on the porch standing between Sam and Bucky, who were both piling up the spoken and unspoken threats.

“If you hurt her, Wilson, I’ll go full Winter Soldier on your ass!” Bucky growled.

“Oh, yeah? And if you hurt HER, I will drop your ass from five hundred feet, THEN feed you to the fishes!” Sam shot back.

“Down, Boys!” Darcy soothed, laying a hand on each of their arms.

“Sarah and I are perfectly capable of kicking the butts of whoever hurts us, but somehow, I don’t think either of you will. Now, can we all peaceably say goodbye, so I can give my man a Goodnight kiss?”

Grudgingly, the men shook hands and Bucky gave her a huge hug.

“Look me up when you get back to New York,” she told him. “I’ve got some old photos you might want so see.”

“I sure will, Darcy. Thank you. This means so much to me,” he said earnestly.

When Bucky had gone around to the back, Sam moved in close.

“Were you serious about that Goodnight kiss, Lewis?” He asked.

“Very serious,” Darcy grinned, rising up on tiptoes as he leaned down. It was a very good thing Bucky left, she reflected afterwards. Sam sure knew how to make a girl’s knees weak!

[writingwhatneedswriting]

My God "Stop talking" is so fucking good//you're one talented person! Could I request a yandere! Jotaro (p3)'s, reaction to reader-whose also a stand user but it's extremely weak in combat, telling him she has a stalker, aka another yandere who is also a strong stand user? I wand d r a m a, and I'm a thirsty hoe jotaro. Preferably a fanfic, but headcanons are alright too!

Aw, thank you so much! It means a lot to know people like my writing. I’m happy to write Yandere!Jotaro. I’ll give you as much drama as I can (and maybe a little NSFW for the funsies <3).  BTW, this will also be a multi-parter cus there’s wayyy too much plot for me to put in just one lol

I will protect you - Y!Jotaro x reader

“Uh, Jotaro,” She asked. God, he loved her voice. The upwards intonation she always used when she said his name made his heart leap into his throat. He adored it. What he wouldn’t gave to make her say his name again and again. Even though they were in the same class, sitting only a desk’s length away, she always seemed so far. Sometimes he listened to her writing her notes, wondering if she ever stopped and just watched him from her vantage point behind him. Given the chance, he’d swap seats and watch her like a hawk all fucking day.  After a moment of silence, he stopped and she said his name again. It sent a shiver down his spine. If he ignored her again, she’d just get grumpy and walk away, so he turned to face her, arm over the back of his chair. He had the time and the chance to talk to her, as class hadn’t started yet. She was the only reason he ever bothered to show up. Well, her and avoiding his mom. “Yeah? What’s the matter?” “I... I need to talk to you about something... could you meet me at lunch, around the back of school?” “Why? What’s your deal?” He grunted. Despite his affections for her, he had a reputation to maintain. He couldn’t just follow her around and bend to her every whim. Not in front of anyone anyways. He watched her eagerly, and then saw it. Her stand manifested, behind her, threading it’s fingers gently through her hair. The thing was useless in a fight, in the middle of one anyway. Total Eclipse could only calm someone down and stop their heart racing. She’d used it on him once, when he’d almost gotten into a fight over her. Still, the fact it had manifested worried Jotaro.  “I... I can’t tell you. Not here. Just, please will you meet me there?” Of course I will. I’d go anywhere, anytime just to see you. Please, tell me you’re going to confess to me. “Yeah, sure. Bring lunch, I don’t want to waste my time.” he grunted, before turning away again.  He could hear the smile on her lips when she laughed. “You know I always make you a bento, Jotaro.” He smiled in return, before wiping it from his face.  ~~~ By the time lunch had rolled around, Jotaro had been waiting for her for ten minutes. He hurried right there to wait for her, whilst she seemed to be lolly-gagging around in the halls somewhere. After a while pondering as to if he was being set-up, that she was luring him there to get him to confess to ruin his reputation, he heard a noise. A peculiar, but familiar noise.  “Jotaro!” she hissed. “Jotaro, I-I’m stuck!” Instead of going the regular route through the halls and out the doors, she was climbing out of the window of what seemed to be the girls bathrooms, her backpack dangling from her fingers as she tried to squeeze through.  How could I ever think she’d do something so cruel? He shook off his prior concerns, before taking the bag and placing it down, before taking her arms and pulling her down, to have her land safely in his embrace. He glanced down at her, eyes locking on her bust for a moment. That must have been what got her stuck in the first place. He smirked, before letting her down with a gentleness many would assume was uncharacteristic of him. She smiled at him, flattening her skirt against her bum and thighs, before sitting down on the grass, prompting Jotaro to do the same as she fished out their bento boxes.  “So, why am I here?” he asked, before gruffly taking his without thanks and starting to eat. She looked down at her own food, gently prodding at it’s contents with her chopsticks. Again, Total Eclipse manifested, toying with her hair again, to soothe her.  “Someone’s stalking me.”  That nearly got Star Platinum out.  “Stalking you?” He asked, no longer thinking of food or confessions. She nodded. “I... I caught him. Last night. My cat wanted to get inside again so, i got up and went to the window and I saw a flash.” She looked up at him. “They were taking photos of me. Since then I’ve... noticed a lot more. I felt someone watching me all the way to school and... I even found a note in my locker.” “Give it to me.” he demanded, putting the chopsticks into the box, before holding his hand out to her. “Give me the note, Y/n.” She tucked a lock of her H/C hair behind her ear, before once again rummaging through her bag, before handing him a pristinely folded bit of paper. He snatched it and opened it, leering at the words it possessed.  “My dearest Y/N, it breaks my heart to know you found my secret. i can only hope that you didn’t see my face when you caught me last night. It is of no consequence. You won’t tell anyone, will you? I’d hate to have to take matters int my own hands.” There was no name signed, and thus no target for Jotaro’s blistering rage. he crumpled up the note and tossed it aside, before looking back at her. “Who is he? Did you see his face? Did you see him?” She didn’t respond, and Total Eclipse’s preening got even more fervent in its attempts to calm her.  “Tell me, Y/N.” he demanded, grabbing her wrist tightly. “You wanted to tell me, right? So tell me!” “Noriaki Kayoin.”

[nevtelenwriting]

Drabble: BAU Bar Shenanigans

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted a thing and this is part of a longer fic I’m writing, but hey, words!

Yes I’m Criminal Minds trash now wHOOPS. I own nothiinng, I just like writing funsies.

Charas: All the BAU peeps, Pre-Season 3

Pairing: implied one-sided Hotch/Reid, but more Reid with unfortunate crushes on random people at any given time

Rating: M, for adults with teenage humor

Word Count: 1300~

Summary: The BAU started a really awful game of uh, “profiling” when they go drinking together, aka, Name the Kink. Shenanigans ensue

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Emily pointed to a man lining up a shot of pool. He didn’t lean over the whole way, and when a team member walked behind him he abruptly straightened.

“Him?”

Morgan scoffed and looked away from the guy at the table.

“Easy. Panties.”

Garcia’s smile went so wide he thought it would break her face, “Oh really?”

JJ snorted part of her drink and Morgan howled as he patted her back.

“That’s my girl!”

“Which one?” Reid drawled.

Reid didn’t know when the game started. After Reid confided in Morgan about his difficulties after Tobias, he suddenly found himself being dragged out for more group nights, sometimes physically dragged when it came to Garcia. They tried to have a group outing once a quarter before this, for holidays and happy hours. Since Reid, and JJ’s, close encounter, the group drinking occurred now once a month, with himself, JJ, Garcia, Prentiss, and Morgan, and then even occasionally Hotch and Gideon.

The game started innocently enough; figure out quirks of the people around the bar. It was a clean, easy exercise to continue honing their profiling expertise. The routine of profiling yet another homicidal sadist became monotonous after a time, turning into the same cookie-cutter summary of what to expect with vague hints as to a specific person. Gideon could accurately guess stutters and tics, could predict sometimes where a person grew up, and they all aspired to reach that level. They also were all competitive bastards. So they turned to the strangers around them, seeking out quirks though they had no way of knowing it was true. It usually turned into a debate, and it was good enough to justify certain traits.

When this version of the game started, Reid couldn’t say. In all likelihood, it was a dangerous mix of Prentiss and Morgan’s sibling-esque rivalry, Garcia’s lascivious remarks, and Reid’s own admitted inability to back down from a dare.

So the game of find the quirk turned into a challenge between Reid and Morgan to find the kink.

“Okay okay,” Emily pointed to a red-head at the bar. “Her.”

She was wearing a form fitting dress, confident, but not revealing, so more conservative. A careful choice in a bar to appear attractive without being too much brash. An intelligent choice, Reid noted.

Morgan made a face, “Nah, she looks run of the mill. Blindfolds, at most.”

Reid clicked his tongue, “No no, look again.”

Morgan studied her, where she was flirting with someone almost her age, maybe younger. The guy flustered at a comment she made and the woman grinned.

“Dammit,” Morgan hissed.

“Yep.” Reid popped the last letter, “Blindfolds, but she’s the one doing the cuffing.”

“Reid, you absolute hound,” Garcia crooned, and Reid scrunched his brow.

“Human sexual behavior is just as nuanced and particular as the people we—”

Emily yawned long and loud, “Next.”

At that moment there was a laugh, nearly unrecognizable, and the whole team looked over. Hotch, who was still beside Gideon and Haley, had a huge grin on his face, creasing big lines across his cheeks. He was absolutely glowing from whatever they said. Tonight was one of the rare outings Hotch and Gideon actually came, but despite Hotch only being a few years older, he sequestered himself to the mature table with himself, Haley, and Gideon, quietly chatting away while the rest of the group devolved into fraternity level intoxication.

“Aw.” JJ pouted her lip out. “They’re cute.”

“That’s it, that’s the one,” Garcia pointed. “What about them?”

Morgan raised both hands up from the wall he was leaning again, “Noo no no, we’re not doing this, profilers don’t profile other—”

Emily lifted up a hand, “Then you forfeit. Reid?”

Reid made a show of curling his fingers over his chin with a contemplative hum. JJ, Garcia, and Emily all leaned forward while Morgan rolled his eyes up.

Then Reid looked over his shoulder to them and counted off, one by one, “Pegging, lingerie, spanking.”

Emily squeaked and slapped a hand over her mouth while JJ’s eyes went so wide Reid thought she’d had an aneurysm. Morgan and Garcia both looked like they broke a blood vessel holding back their laughter.

“You are not allowed to make jokes like that!” Emily wheezed.

Reid turned back around and arched a brow. “I don’t joke.”

“Oh my god.”

Garcia rolled her eyes, “Lingerie is barely kinky.”

Reid arched both brows. “Depends on who it’s on.”

There was a moment of silence where Reid got to bask in the widening eyes.

“Oh.” Garcia whooshed out the same moment JJ sounded like she was going to have an existential crisis.

“Oh my god.”

Emily spluttered, “Who is who?”

Reid scoffed, “I’m not the only profiler here.”

Morgan lost it then, hand over his mouth to hold back his howl of laughter. JJ’s eyes widened, “Oh god, it’s in my head.”

Garcia’s mouth curled up, “Does Gideon even have a freak side? Does Hotch?”

Morgan laughed, “You’re screwing with us!”

Reid would never tell. Instead he kept a raised brow on Morgan, and Morgan did not call the bluff.

“I’ll be damned.”

“Hotch is text-book confident male,” Emily blew a raspberry, “He has to. Right?”

Garcia’s brows rose, but she nodded, and stared off into the middle-distance with a borderline lecherous smile. “That man’s got a secret animal side.”

“I mean, probably?”

JJ groaned and covered her face.

“He’s probably the freakiest of us all.” Morgan piped in between wheezes for breath. It was cut off by Morgan’s eyes widened to a point above Reid’s head, and Garcia bit down on both lips.

Reid snorted, his brain not caught up to the shift in energy. “Hotch is definitely the worst of us all.”

“Worst of you all in what?” Hotch asked.

Morgan shot upright where he’d been leaning against the wall, at attention like a cadet and Emily almost tipped over her drink setting it down. Reid on the other hand, who had nerves made of jelly for jump-scares, screamed.

Their table was curved in the corner, most of their backs turned, except for Morgan, JJ—currently incapacitated—and Garcia who were facing out and supposed to be on look out. Traitors.

Reid craned his head up and looked at his boss with wide, wide eyes, and gave him a not-all-that-remorseful grin.

Hotch cocked a brow. “Do I want to know?”

“No,” Emily rushed out, “No you don’t sir.”

“Sir, please, they’re holding me hostage.” Morgan lamented.

Reid had no voice; mostly because Hotch was looming over him, arms crossed all authoritative and disapproving so Reid could feel the edge of his forearm brushing over his hair, and Hotch’s warm sepia eyes were sort of sparkling in the low light. It was an extremely unfair position.

Hotch blinked at the group of them, and turned on his heel. “I know nothing, I see nothing, I hear nothing.”

Garcia gasped, “A Sergeant Shultz reference? I’m in love!”

Hotch almost, almost, stumbled walking away.

As soon as Hotch was out of earshot, Reid looked back at the group with eyes still like dinner plates, and bit down hard on his lip. The team broke into peals of laughter.

The rest of the night they spent absolutely no time focusing on the two senior agents, instead went back to the more innocent version of the game that ended up escalating to JJ, Garcia, and Morgan’s rendition of Mariah Carrey’s We Belong Together. They all needed to call cabs.

As they filed out of the bar, Gideon tapped Reid on the shoulder to stop him. “Hey, Reid?”

Reid, none the wiser in his inebriated state, looked to Gideon expectantly. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Just thought that eidetic memory of yours could use the reminder.” He smiled at Reid. “I can read lips.”

He patted him on his frozen shoulder, walking to his car on his own while Reid bit his lips on a squeak.