#I’m up to my elbows in piss and shit from this puppy

[wildeviolets]

I’m so exhausted from pet sitting and I’ve only been alone with the animals since Thursday afternoon 😔

[pandapetals]

You Make Me Nervous

worst wolverine/logan x fem!reader - inspired by a quote i heard from a rom-com, fluff, cute, happy ending, wade being wade, no y/n used, no reader description

Wade gives Logan relationship advice to help win you back.

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Logan couldn’t believe he was sitting on the sofa, nursing a beer, and listening to Wade Wilson of all people giving him “love” advice. It was bad enough that he’d let the fact he was seeing someone slip in front of Wade a month ago—now he was stuck dealing with the consequences.

“You gotta tell her how you feel, peanut. She can’t read your mind—unless she can? Oh my God, is she a mutant?!” Wade gasped, his eyes widening as he dramatically clutched at his heart. “Please tell me she’s a mutant. Oh, is she telepathic? Does she know all your dirty little secrets already? Can she hear what I’m thinking right now?” He leaned in closer, whispering loudly, “Because I’m thinking about chimichangas and some other stuff I probably shouldn’t say in polite company.”

Logan groaned, his head falling back against the worn-out cushions of Wade’s sofa. He stared up at the ceiling, contemplating how quickly this conversation had spiraled out of control. “For the last time, Wade, she’s not a mutant.”

“Boring!” Wade shouted, throwing his hands up in the air before plopping down on the couch next to Logan. “So what’s the problem then? You messed it up, and now you’re sitting here all broody, which I gotta say—doesn’t look good on you. You’re like a sad puppy with claws. A wolv-puppy.”

Logan shot Wade a glare, though the threat was half-hearted at best. “It’s complicated,” he muttered, taking a long swig of his beer.

Wade gasped again, dramatically clutching his chest. “Complicated? No! Say it ain’t so! Two emotionally stunted, violence-prone badasses couldn’t figure out how to talk about their feelings. The horror! This is literally the plot of every rom-com I’ve ever watched, and trust me, I’ve watched all of them.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure it’s not,” Wade replied, winking and nudging Logan with his elbow. “Lemme guess—you didn’t tell her how you felt, she got tired of waiting, and now you’re here with me instead of—oh, I don’t know—being all naked and cuddly with your very hot, very human girlfriend.”

Logan growled, though there was no real anger behind it. Mostly just frustration. “Look, I don’t do the whole... talk about feelings thing. It ain’t me.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, his mouth twitching into a smirk. “No shit, Sherlock. You’re emotionally constipated. But here’s the thing, bud—women? They like to hear how you feel. You can’t just brood in a corner and expect them to pick up on your ‘bad boy with a heart of gold’ vibe all the time. Sometimes, you actually have to say something.”

Logan took another swig of his beer, his jaw tightening. “I’m not good with words.”

“Oh, I noticed.” Wade leaned back, putting his feet up on the coffee table and crossing his arms behind his head like he had all the time in the world. “But you don’t have to be Shakespeare. Just be honest. Tell her she makes you nervous.”

Logan frowned, setting his beer down with a thud. “She doesn’t make me nervous.”

Wade gave him a look, half-amused and half-exasperated. “Okay, fine, you’re not nervous. You’re Wolverine, Mr. ‘I’ve lived a hundred lives and fought more people than I can count.’ But you wanna know why she walked out on you? Because you didn’t let her in. You didn’t tell her that maybe—just maybe—she’s the one thing in this world that doesn’t piss you off.”

Logan huffed, sinking further into the couch. He hated how Wade was actually making sense. That was the worst part of this—Wade being right.

Wade’s smirk grew, sensing Logan’s reluctance. “Look, just say what I’m telling you. Repeat after me: ‘You don’t annoy me, you make me nervous.’ Simple. Done. Boom. You’re back in her good graces and probably naked by the end of the night. Win-win.”

Logan shook his head, rubbing his temple like Wade was giving him an actual headache. “I’m not saying that.”

“Sure you are,” Wade shot back, his eyes gleaming. “You’re gonna walk up to her, all gruff and serious, give her that intense look you do, and say it. ‘You don’t annoy me, you make me nervous.’ Trust me, it’ll work like a charm. Then boom—kissy-face, maybe a little apology sex, and then you’ll be back to being all... domestic or whatever you do in your downtime.”

Logan groaned, running a hand through his already tousled hair. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of taking advice from Deadpool, but he was running out of options. It had been a month since you’d walked out, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since. The way you’d looked at him that night—hurt, disappointed—had stuck with him, gnawing at him like nothing else ever had.

“You know she left because you’re an emotional brick wall, right?” Wade added helpfully, flipping through the channels on his TV like this wasn’t the most serious conversation Logan had had in weeks.

Logan clenched his jaw. “Yeah, Wade, I got that.”

“Well, good. Acknowledging it is the first step. The second step is getting off your ass, going to her place, and saying the thing I told you. Preferably with some dramatic background music playing.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Wade. “I don’t need background music.”

“Oh, you absolutely do,” Wade replied, grinning as he finally landed on an 80s rom-com playing on TV. “Don’t worry, I’ll follow behind with a boombox if necessary. Now go get your girl back, Romeo.”

Logan stood up, finishing the rest of his beer in one gulp before tossing the empty bottle onto the coffee table. “If this backfires—”

“It won’t,” Wade interrupted, hopping up from the couch and clapping Logan on the back. “But if it does, we can always go with plan B: I woo her with my devastating charm and then hand her back to you as a peace offering. It’s the perfect plan.”

Logan shot him a warning look, and Wade held up his hands in mock surrender. “Kidding! Jeez. Relax, Wolvie. You’re way too uptight for someone with a healing factor.”

With one last exasperated sigh, Logan headed for the door, his mind already racing with what the hell he was going to say when he saw you. The thought of telling you how he felt—actually putting it into words—was harder than he cared to admit but the thought of losing you for good? That was something he couldn’t handle.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Wade called after him, grinning as Logan disappeared into the night.

You hadn’t expected to see Logan. You weren’t sure if you expected to see him at all, to be honest. Yet, there he was, standing in your doorway, looking as rough and rugged as ever. His hair was a mess, his stubble heavier than usual, and his eyes—those deep, unreadable eyes—were locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch in your throat.

“Logan,” you started, your voice softer than you intended.

“I need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff, almost hesitant. Logan was never hesitant. It caught you off guard.

You stepped aside, letting him in, the familiar scent of leather and smoke filling your space as he moved past you. He stood in the middle of your living room, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, looking like he was trying to decide where to start.

“You don’t annoy me,” he said suddenly, the words coming out fast and a little clumsy. “You... you make me nervous.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat as you processed what he’d just said. Logan shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away from yours like he wasn’t used to being this vulnerable.

“I didn’t... I didn’t tell you that before,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost grumbling. “And that’s why you left but I don’t want you to leave. Not again.”

There it was—raw, honest, and maybe not perfectly eloquent, but it was Logan. That was all you had wanted—needed.

“You make me nervous because I... I care. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time. And I don’t know how to say that. So I mess it up. But I’m not... I’m not ready to lose you.”

You stood there, your heart racing, the weight of his words sinking in. He might not have been good with feelings, but in this moment, he was giving you everything he had.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer, your eyes softening as you reached for his hand. “You don’t have to be perfect, Logan,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against his calloused palm. “I never expected you to be.”

Logan’s gaze dropped to where your hand met his, and for a moment, he just stood there, silent and still, like he was struggling to let himself take comfort in something so simple. You could see the storm of emotions behind those dark eyes—the anger, the frustration, the fear—but also the tenderness he tried so hard to hide.

“I know I’m not easy to be with,” Logan said, his voice rough but quieter now. “Hell, I’m barely around sometimes. And when I am, I don’t—” He paused, running a hand through his already messy hair, clearly frustrated with himself. “I don’t say things the way I should. But I’m here now. And I’m tryin’ to say it.”

His words hung in the air, raw and uncertain, but they were enough. You knew what it took for him to admit this, to let himself be vulnerable in a way he’d always fought against. For you, that effort—his trying—meant more than anything.

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him, your other hand resting on his chest. “I just need you to let me in. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not, but I need to know that you care. That this matters to you.”

Logan’s eyes finally met yours, and for a moment, all the gruffness and bravado fell away, leaving just the man underneath. The man who, for all his rough edges and scars, cared more deeply than he ever let on.

“I do care,” Logan said, his voice a low rumble. “I just... I don’t know how to show it sometimes. But you’re not like the rest of ‘em. I don’t want you to be just another person I’ve lost.” He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he searched for the right words. “I’ve lost too many people. I don’t want you to be one of ‘em.”

Your heart squeezed at the rawness in his voice, the way he let those words hang heavy between you.

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered, stepping even closer until your body was pressed against his, your hand resting over his heart.

Logan closed his eyes for a second, as if trying to steady himself, then let out a long breath. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly ease as he let you in—finally, fully.

“I’ll try,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll take care of it... take care of us. Just... don’t walk away again.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief, your forehead resting against his chest as you felt the weight of the past month lift off your shoulders. “I didn’t want to leave, Logan. But I didn’t know if you’d ever let me in. You’re so used to doing everything alone...”

He pulled you tighter against him, his grip firm but not suffocating. “I’m not alone when I’ve got you,” he murmured, his breath warm against the top of your head.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you buried your face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and something undeniably Logan. For a moment, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside your door fading into the background.

“I guess Wade was right,” you said after a beat, your voice muffled against his chest.

Logan groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t just say that.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “He told you to say all that, didn’t he?”

Logan’s face twisted into a grimace, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah... don’t remind me.”

You chuckled, rising onto your toes to press a soft kiss to his jaw. “Well, it worked. So maybe you should give Wade a little credit.”

“I’m not giving that idiot anything,” Logan muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips now. “He’s probably out there right now, planning some dumb stunt just to celebrate how ‘wise’ he is.”

“You know he’s never gonna let you live this down, right?” you teased, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

Logan groaned again, his head falling back for a second as if resigning himself to the fate of dealing with Wade’s inevitable gloating. “Yeah, I know. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him again, slow and lingering. “Well, I think it’s worth it.”

Logan’s hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he deepened the kiss. When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice low and soft. “You’re worth it.”

Wade’s grin was almost as big as the ridiculous neon sign he’d stuck outside his apartment, flashing in obnoxious pink letters: "Wade Wilson: Love Doctor."

“So, how’d it go?” Wade asked, lounging on his couch with a bowl of popcorn like he was watching some kind of live soap opera.

Logan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking like he was five seconds away from strangling Wade. “You’re an idiot.”

Wade gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “An idiot who got you back with your super-hot girlfriend? I’ll take it.”

Logan glared at him, but the usual threat behind the look was missing. “You’re lucky I don’t gut you right here.”

Wade tossed a piece of popcorn in the air and caught it in his mouth, grinning. “Please, you love me. Admit it. I saved your romantic ass.”

Logan let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t save anything.”

Wade waggled his eyebrows, leaning forward. “So... did you say the line? Huh? Did you tell her she doesn’t annoy you, she makes you nervous? Was it super romantic? Did she melt? Were there fireworks? Wait—did you guys have apology sex?!”

Logan’s eye twitched. “Wade—”

“I mean, seriously, when do I get to meet her? We could totally do a double date! I’ll wear a tux, she’ll wear that leather jacket you’re always brooding in, it’ll be super cute—"

Logan growled. “You’re pushing it.”

Wade grinned, utterly unfazed. “Admit it. I’m a love genius. I’ve got a natural gift for this relationship stuff. Really, I should be writing books.”

Logan turned on his heel, already heading for the door. “I’m leaving before I do something we’ll both regret.”

“Bye, best friend!” Wade called after him, waving dramatically. “Tell your girlfriend I said hi! And that I want her number!”

Logan didn’t dignify that with a response, but as he stepped outside, he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. Wade might have been the biggest pain in the ass in the universe, but... maybe he was right about one thing.

Some things really were worth it.

[iamtired10]

lost in equations, found in you

pairing - kim minji x female reader

synopsis - with exams coming up and your temper on edge, minji tries her best to help you through a brutal study session.

genre - fluff (someone plz request angst ;-;)

warnings - strong language, reader losing her temper

a/n - nighty guys, ilysm 💔

— richiesto

you were slumped over the desk, staring at your notebook like it was your mortal enemy.

the equations blurred in front of your eyes, the numbers twisting into shapes that had no meaning whatsoever.

you were beyond pissed.

at this point, your brain was fried.

“fucking... i swear this shit is useless,” you grumbled, aggressively erasing something that, in hindsight, probably wasn‘t even wrong.

from the other side of the room, minji peered at you, her head tilted like an innocent, curious puppy.

“hey,” she said softly, approaching like you were a bomb about to explode. “need some help?”

“Do i look like i need help?” you snapped, though your frustration wasn't really aimed at her.

minji didn‘t flinch—she knew how you got when you were stressed, and today was no exception.

she sat down beside you, her elbow nudging yours playfully. “c’mon, babe. you know i’m the math whiz here. lemme see.”

you glared at the pages, sighing. “if you fix this, i’ll worship the ground you walk on. like, seriously. it’s like these numbers are out to ruin my fucking life.”

minji giggled, reaching for the pencil in your hand.

her fingers brushed against yours, sending an unexpected jolt through you.

for a second, the anger melted into something softer, but you quickly covered it up with more cursing. “goddamn math, i swear.”

“alright, alright. let me take a look,” she said, scanning the equations with a calm that only minji seemed capable of.

you admired that about her—how she never got ruffled, no matter how much you spiraled.

you sat there, fidgeting, the silence gnawing at you as minji scribbled away. you leaned back in your chair, glaring at the ceiling, muttering curses under your breath.

after what felt like forever, minji glanced up, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“i fixed it," she said in that calm, almost too-adorable voice that always made you want to punch something soft out of affection.

“fixed it???” you leaned over to see the page.

sure enough, the equation was neatly solved, the steps laid out in her annoyingly perfect handwriting.

you stared at it for a second, blinking.

“HOW?” you nearly shouted, throwing your hands up in frustration. “how do you make it look so easy?!”

minji laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges in that way that made you melt. “because it’s not that hard, babe. you’re just overthinking it."

“overthinking it?” you repeated, standing up and pacing around the room. “i wish i could overthink it. my brain‘s running on 2% battery, minji. i can’t even think anymore. it’s like—” you waved your arms dramatically—“static up here!”

minji watched you with amusement, leaning her chin on her palm. “you‘re so cute when you’re pissed.”

you whipped around, pointing at her. “don‘t patronize me! this shit‘s hard!”

“okay, okay, i won’t,” she said, but her smile gave her away.

you narrowed your eyes at her. “i see what you're doing, kim minji. you’re trying to distract me with your fucking... cuteness...”

minji just shrugged, the tiniest smirk on her lips. “is it working, babe?”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “no. and stop being cute. i’m mad.”

but minji wasn’t having it.

she got up, walking over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist from behind. she rested her chin on your shoulder, her voice soft in your ear. “you‘re stressed, my sweet baby. you need a break.”

“yeah, well, i’ll take a break when this stupid exam is over and i never have to look at a math problem again.”

she tightened her hold on you, swaying slightly. “you’re too hard on yourself, y'know that?”

you sighed, the tension in your body slowly loosening as minji held you close.

damn it, she was too good at this.

“i’m not hard on myself,” you muttered. “i just hate being bad at stuff.”

“you‘re not bad at math,” she said, her voice soothing. “you just need a little more practice.”

“practice? psh, who has time for practice when there’s like a million other things to stress about?”

minji laughed softly, her breath warm against your skin. “well, lucky for you, you’ve got me. i’ll help you as much as you need, okay?”

you let out a long breath, leaning into her. “fine. but if you fix this shit, i’m taking you out for the best ramen in town.”

“deal.” she grinned, kissing your cheek before letting go. “now sit down and let’s get this over with.”

you sat back down, eyeing the math problem like it had personally wronged you.

minji slid back into the chair beside you, her hand resting on your knee as she guided you through the next problem, step by step.

after a few minutes, your frustration began to fade, replaced by the steady rhythm of solving equations together.

minji’s calm voice kept you grounded, and her presence—so close, so comforting—was like a balm for your frayed nerves.

“see?” minji said after you successfully solved another equation. “you’ve got this. you‘re just too quick to doubt yourself.”

“yeah, well,” you muttered, “i guess it helps having the cutest tutor in the world.”

minji’s cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, clearly flustered. “shut up," she mumbled, but her smile betrayed her.

you grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with math. “seriously, though. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“fail your exam?" minji teased.

“probably,” you admitted with a laugh. “but at least i’d go down knowing i had the best girlfriend ever.”

minji rolled her eyes, but you could tell she was pleased. “you’re so dramatic.”

“only for you and math, pookie,” you said, winking.

“DON‘T CALL ME THAT!!!”

“too bad, pookie bear!”

maybe the math wasn’t so bad after all.

but even if it was, at least you had minji to get you through it.

a/n - tired :|

[crappymixtape]

come a little closer

REQUEST → dear nonny, SUMMER BLURB PARTY ❝ 💬 prompt 58, “do i make you nervous?” where steve and reader are more acquaintances and have mutual friends? – tina invites you to a party while her parents are out of town, but aren’t you too old for this shit? and then you run into steve and, god you wished you’d said no • +18 ( a little king!steve, a little spice, a little frenemies and a little fluff • steve harrington x reader )

C O M E A L I T T L E C L O S E R 🎶 waiting for a girl like you, foreigner

This was easily the stupidest decision you’d ever made, telling Tina you’d come to her party and then actually showing up. Because you were too old for this shit. Because you’d been out of high school for a few years now and who partied like this anymore?

You shot Eddie and Robin a glare as they stood next to you snickering under their breaths. They’d dragged you along with everyone else to crowd down in the basement and wait outside a closet door to see if Tommy and Carol would ever come out.

Seven minutes in Heaven. The most asinine game of all time, but everyone was eating it up. It’d been well over seven minutes and you were tired of hanging out with a bunch of old high school acquaintances.

“I’m leaving,” you hissed at Eddie and he grabbed at your hand with ringed fingers.

“No, not yet,” came out in a whine, looking down at you with big, brown, puppy dog eyes.

“There is no way in hell I’m going in that closet.”

Eddie grinned, smile lines creasing his cheeks. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“Eds, you need glasses. Look at this,” you waved an arm around at the potential candidates you’d have the ‘pleasure’ of sharing a small, dark, linen closet with.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “The worst is already in there,” he teased, “’sides, Harrington’s here.”

Harrington.

“Don’t even think about it,” you muttered and he grinned even wider.

“What? He’s nice now. Saved my ass more than a few times,” Eddie protested and you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not.”

Steve Harrington and his stupid member’s only jacket and perfectly coiffed hair and million dollar smile, the one that could – apparently – bag any girl he wanted. It had boggled your mind when Robin told you she’d made a new friend, Steve Harrington, can you believe it?? No, you couldn’t. Since when did King Steve buddy up with band geeks? A few shifts at Scoops Ahoy and you were already playing second fiddle to some asshole jock.

Well, not today. You didn’t need this.

Shooting back the last of the whiskey sour in your cup you gave the handle of the door one last glance and shook your head – stupid – but when you moved to leave the crowd gave a whoop.

“Shit, Tommy!” “Carol, oh my god, how was it??” “Did you find heaven?” “Gross!”

Tommy emerged from the closet triumphant, pumping a fist in the air with Carol under his arm, cheeks flushed and a big grin on her face. Everyone was eating it up and the thought of having to go in there with someone, anyone, made your stomach flip over.

“Eds, I’m going–”

“No–Sweetheart, stay!” he begged, nudging Robin with his elbow, “Right, Robs?”

“Are you kidding? No, you can’t leave. This is just getting good! What, are you nervous or something? Oh my god, you are! What’re you nervous about? Is it cos Peter Townsend is here? He’s so not your type–”

“Robin,” you hissed, cheeks flushed as every pair of eyes in the room settled on you.

“Wha–oh,” Robin chuckled and pasted on a piss poor excuse for a smile.

“You can’t go now,” Carol purred from under Tommy’s arm, “You’re up next, hon.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t happening.

“Sorry, I have to be up early tomorrow for work and–”

“It’s only seven minutes,” Tommy sneered, the grin on his mouth pulling up at the edges �� a shark with blood in the water.

You couldn’t breathe, air sucked out of your lungs as your grasped at straws, trying to muster up another excuse. You desperately looked to Robin and Eddie for help, but they were too busy whispering and giggling at your expense and your cheeks burned.

“Fine,” you pushed, trying your best to sound unbothered, chin tipped up in defiance.

“That’s more like it,” Tommy said with a whoop, rubbing his hands together, “And while you were too busy arguing with tweedle dee and dum over there we all decided you’re in with Harrington.”

Your stomach lurched dangerously, queasy and full of dread.

“But, I thought you were supposed to spin–”

“Nah, we put it to a vote,” Carol cut you off picking at her nails, “Better not keep him waiting.”

Keep him waiting? Your eyes frantically searched the sea of faces staring at you, but Steve wasn’t among them. When your gaze finally settled on the closet you saw it was just barely cracked, a shadowy figure shifting in the inky black just beyond.

You thought you were going to be sick, but you weren’t about to be made into a wuss. Turning to Eddie you grabbed his beer and chugged it in one go, then finished off whatever was in Robin’s cup too, shit, easy sweetheart.

“You’re on the clock,” Tommy goaded as Carol took hold of your hand and tugged you toward the closet.

“Have fun,” she teased, voice sing-songy, shoving you through the door and shutting it behind you, plunging you into darkness.

❝ MAYBE I’M WRONG, WON’T YOU TELL ME IF I’M COMING ON TOO STRONG?

Your eyes strained against the black of the small room, your body all too aware of there being someone else in there with you. It made the air thick, too warm and too close and the booze swimming through your veins had you feeling on edge.

“Thought you were gonna stand me up.”

Steve’s voice broke the tension and you jumped at the sudden noise, pulse fluttering against your neck.

“You’re lucky I didn’t,” you cut back, trying to stick to your guns, but then he shifted a little closer, his breath warming over you cheek, and it melted whatever resolve you had left.

“Ouch,” he half-laughed, arm brushing yours as he rocked on his feet.

It was slow, but your eyes were adjusting, dense black shadows blurring into soft indigos and violets and Steve’s face swam into focus. Thick, dark lashes framing warm, hazel eyes, the strong slope of his jaw, moles chasing across his neck and cheeks and that dumb grin. The one he was giving you now.

"This is stupid,” you muttered and Steve laughed, tutting at you.

“You didn't have to come, you know,” he teased and you gifted him with a particularly bratty eye roll.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” you snarked and it pulled the corners of his mouth up into a tiny grin.

“At the time, huh? Not anymore?”

You scoffed, shook your head and folded your arms over your chest, but the words wouldn't come. Stuck in your throat at the way you could feel the warmth of Steve's chest lingering just a few inches away, the scent of his cologne making you dizzy, hazy at the edges and all of a sudden unsure.

Shifting on his feet, Steve's toes bumped into yours as he put a hand on the wall next to your ear and leaned a little closer.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, his voice notched a little lower, closer, closer, closer, and it made something in your belly twist.

“Nervous?” you huffed a weak laugh, “Keep your pants on, Harrington. I don’t even know you.”

“D'you want to?” Your breath caught in your throat as he crowded over you and lifted a hand to tuck your flyaways behind your ear. “You can obviously do whatever you want, but–” his tongue flicked out to chase along his lower lip and heat pooled in your belly at the thought of what he might taste like, “–aren’t you a little curious?”

“Curious?” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper and he nodded softly.

“Yeah, what it would be like.”

You’d been in classes him with since grade school, watched as he won everyone over for popularity in middle school and shot to the top of the social pyramid in high school all while you lingered down at the bottom with Eddie and Robin and Jonathan, but you couldn’t deny it. Of course you’d looked at him just a little too long, eyes stuck on the way his Levi’s hugged in all the right places, heart racing when he smiled at you from down the hall.

“To kiss you?” you asked and he hummed, a low rumble in his chest.

“Only if you want to,” came out strained, a strangled sound as he pushed the words from his lips and you found yourself arching into him.

“I–” you started, lashes fluttering atop your cheeks, “–I want to.”

And Steve wanted it too, hadn’t realized just how down bad he was for you. You in those jeans. You and the way you seemed immune to his charms. You and your confidence and fire and disregard for everything ‘cool’ or ‘trendy.’

“You sure?” he asked again, body tensing as your hips bumped into his, jaw ticking as he bit down on the heat swelling his chest.

“Kiss me,” you whispered and he felt himself unravel at the way your voice edged on needy, a little desperate, a little bossy and God – you were hot.

His free hand moved to rest on your waist, fingers pressing into the plush of your hip, breaths falling heavy between you as he leaned down, down, down to capture your bottom lip between his and it was like a rubber band snapping.

Years worth of tension pulling and stretching and straining as you both played it all off like nothing. Like you didn’t care. The thought of you being with each other like this a joke, but the only people you were fooling was yourselves.

Steve tugged at your bottom lip and it pulled a sound from your throat that put him in the palm of your hand — soft, pliable, yours. He dropped his hand from the wall to grab at your other hip and you teetered a little off balance, grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself.

Your arms looped around his neck too easy then, like they’d been doing it for years, like they’d mapped the curve of his neck and muscles pulled taut across his back a thousand times. Pressing your tongue to the seam of his lips he opened to you and you licked into him, tasted spearmint, cheap beer, Steve, and you wanted more.

He slotted a knee between your thighs and you gasped, a lovely pretty sound he wished he could keep forever, keening for him as he pressed your back into the wall. Parted your lips with a pop and dragged messy, open-mouthed kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder–

“Harrington, is your watch broken? Jesus it’s been like ten min–”

“Shit,” Steve stumbled away from you into the shelves full of towels as Tommy yarded the closet door open, the sight of you two dropping his mouth into a little ‘o’. Hair messed, foreheads dewy with sweat, lips kiss-bitten and a hicky sucked to your neck.

“My bad, did you need another seven?” Tommy grinned.

Head leaned back against the shelves, Steve squeezed his eyes shut, chin tipped up as he pushed a heavy sigh from his lungs and all too aware of the way the crotch of his jeans was way too tight.

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve hissed, hands tangled in his hair and it made you laugh. A soft, little thing without any heat behind it, cheeks flushed and pink.

“It’s all good, Hagan,” came out easy, confidence swelling where Steve’s had deflated, “We can finish it in the car.”

And God, Steve would’ve made a mess of his pants right then and there if you hadn’t pulled him from the closet and up the stairs out to your bronco with a bench seat more than wide enough to fit two people on top of it, more than confident you wouldn’t need another seven minutes.

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[theemporium]

3 with james potter pretty please <333

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

. 

James Potter fucked up. 

He wasn’t exactly sure how he had fucked up, but he knew he fucked up monumentally when you came down for breakfast, slumped down a few seats away from him and totally blanked him.

He played it off as a rough morning at first. After all, you were never a morning person and you seemed pleased enough with him last night when you sat curled under a blanket with him as your friends laughed and joked around you into the early hours of the morning. 

He was clearly just overreacting. 

But then your shared potions class after lunch came around and you still weren’t talking to him. You weren’t talking to anyone. 

“You must’ve done something to piss her off,” Sirius said to him, watching as his best friend slumped back against the grass as he glared above at the cloudless sky.

“No shit,” James grumbled.

“Have you tried talking to her?” Remus asked, propped on his elbows with the book he was previously reading abandoned to the side.

“Well…no,” James murmured, clearing his throat a little when Sirius snorted. “But she won’t even look at me!”

“And how will poor Prongs ever live on when his little girlfriend won’t even smile at him,” Sirius teased, reaching over to poke his cheek only for James to bat his hand away.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” the boy whined helplessly, though both boys sitting next to him knew well enough how much James wished that weren’t true. He just hadn’t quite gained the courage to ask you out yet—how truly Gryffindor of him.

“Just ask her, mate,” Remus suggested with a shrug. “What’s the worst that can happen?” 

James established that there were at least three outcomes that could come from asking you, and each was just as bad as the last. One: you wouldn’t even acknowledge his question. Two: you would hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. Three: you would laugh at the fact he even cared to ask, hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. 

Each left James completely unsatisfied with your sudden distance and a bitter taste in his mouth at the mere idea he may lose you. And despite all these outcomes racing through his head, James still found himself standing outside your dorm, muttering to himself before he bit the bullet and knocked. 

It took thirty seconds for you to open the door and they had to be the longest thirty seconds of his life. However, when you did open the door, James barely gave you a chance to properly take in who was even standing across from you before he began rambling. 

“Listen, I totally get that you might hate my guts right now and that maybe you wanna hex me but I just need to say this before I lose the chance because it would kill me if you didn’t know that I am so sorry for whatever I have done to make you try avoid me or whatever else it is—”

“James.”

“—but I really like you and this is totally not the time to say it, like at all even and I just—”

“James.” 

“—I really wanted you to know that if there is any chance you could forgive me or even tell me what I did so I can rectify it—” 

“JAMES!” 

The boy stopped suddenly, his cheeks burning red as he took in your expression for the first time and held back his wince. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

“What are you going on about?” you asked, still feeling bleary and fuzzy from the nap you were taking minutes ago, and not finding much help in the annoyingly bright torches in the corridor. 

“I–” James cleared his throat. “You were angry with me today and I just wanna tell you I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done.” 

Your brows furrowed together. “James, I’m not angry with you.”

He blinked. “You’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” you sighed.

“But…you ignored me all day,” he murmured, looking a bit like a kicked puppy with his pouted lips.

“I didn’t mean to,” you explained, feeling your face softening and your annoyance from him waking you up quickly melting away. “I just…I woke up with a migraine and it wasn’t getting any better no matter what I did. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, James.”

His lips parted with a soft ‘oh’.

“If it’s any consolation, I was ignoring everyone,” you offered with a weak smile.

“That’s good,” James nodded, eyes widening when he realised what he said and quickly scrambled to take back his word. “Not about the migraine! Not that at all! I just meant….fuck, love, I meant about you not being angry at me—”

“James,” you called softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” James asked helplessly.

“Cuddle with me?” you asked in a sweet voice that he could never say no to. “I was trying to take a nap but it would help if I had a wizard who’s always ridiculously hot laying beside me.” 

James grinned. “You think I’m hot, love?”

“I take it back. I can nap myself.”

“No take-backs, sweetheart. Now budge over, I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.”

.

[cyborg-franky]

Prompt: for my request - maybe some deuce/m!reader (gn is fine as well!!), falling in love with little stolen glances and smiles, sneaking away during a bonfire to confess and kiss? basically just. soft deuce content I’m so in love with this silly little man

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Deuce x GN Reader SFW Word Count:n 795 Repost of mine from libary of ohara

You looked across the fire and noticed a certain someone staring back at you in return. You offered Deuce a smile before he blinked and quickly turned his attention to what Ace was saying. You felt your smile drop at his reaction.

It was always like this, every time you glanced up, you’d see him staring at you, with some sort of lovesick puppy look, then again that was often the look he gave Ace, so you weren’t entirely sure it meant anything.

But you hoped that it did. The nervous laughter that tumbled from his lips when you both spoke when it was just the two of you. The time you helped him with a stack of books as he travelled to Marco’s office, the stack started to wobble and you jumped to help him, your fingers touching, how he stammered and ended up dropping the stack anyway.

He couldn’t make eye contact as he desperately grabbed at the books scattered on the deck. Each time your fingers met in an attempt to gather them up he would jerk away as if your fingers were too hot to touch. The blush was mostly obscured by the mask he wore.

Deuce either didn’t like you at all or he was struggling with his feelings. You dearly wished and longed for it to be the latter. Each time your eyes met you could see the shadow of a smile on his lips before he tried to busy himself.

Maybe he was just the most awkward man alive?

It didn’t help that the older members of the crew would tease you both. Marco and Thatch always knew what was going on, Marco especially liked to nudge you when he knew Deuce was staring. Sometimes you wanted to slap his dumb tuft of hair off his dumb head.

“You know,” Marco whispered into your ear, his eyes meeting with Ace across the fire as he spoke. “You might need to make the first move, Deuce is a little, awkward yoi.” Marco chuckled.

As Marco conversed in secret, you saw Ace with his hand covering his mouth as he also whispered into Deuce’s ear. The masked man’s eyes widened when Ace pulled away, a shit-eating grin plastered across his freckled face as he elbowed his friend in the side, waggling his eyebrows.

“What do you suggest, Birdbrain?” you mumbled, tugging your gaze away from the others across the dancing flames of the fire.

“I suggest you get up.”

Marco budged you off the log you’d been perched on. You spun around to give him a look, his smug expression just pissing you off more. He jutted his chin in a direction and you saw that Deuce had finally left Ace’s side, heading off into the lush vegetation just off to the side.

Almost tripping over your own feet, you got up to follow, Marco chuckling as he watched the awkward and not subtle way you trailed off after Deuce.

“I was hoping you’d take the hint.” He mumbled, his voice unsure as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat, kicking at the sand, trying to focus on it rather than you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

This was so awkward you thought but still, your palms felt sweaty at being alone in the dark with him, fireflies amble around you, lighting up the area with soft ambience, making you feel like the starry night sky had descended and surrounded you both.

“Deuce, I know you like me, and I need to come out and say, I like you too.” You reached forward, grabbing his arm, and making him look up at you.

“You do?” He stammered and blinked, you rolled your eyes and nodded.

Stepping forward you cupped his face in your warm hands, rubbing his cheeks gently, you felt him retrieve his hands from his pockets, setting them on your waist. You rubbed your nose against his, letting out a sigh, foreheads pressed together as you both took a breath, trying to calm your collective nerves, calm the butterflies that surged inside as feelings came to a boiling point.

“I think I love you, Deuce.”

“I love you too… I’m sorry I’m such a wreck.” He laughed, arms around you now, pulling you closer.

You felt his trembling lips tentatively pressed against yours, you made the next move, with more confidence than him you pressed into the kiss, deepening it. You heard him make a contented hum, feeling the light vibrations.

Returning to the campfire, your pinkies linked, smiles on your faces, you could feel eyes on where your hands met from your friends. Marco and Ace now sitting next to each other, giving you and Deuce a spot to share, to show off your newly established connection.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Never Ask A Woman Her Age

In which everyone's favorite tiefling wizard is awkward around the woman who convinced him to stay in the grove. SFW.

Rolan found the dwarven wizard who convinced him, Cal, and Lia to stay in the grove incredibly frustrating.

The most frustrating.

How dare she walk around like that, telling people how to live their lives and be that beautiful?

NO.

How dare she be so stubbornly self-righteous and stunningly gorgeous?

NO. NO. NO.

Beside him, Lia sniggered. “Uh oh, I think Rolan might like our new friend.”

“Aw, the grump has a crush? That’s so adorable.”

NO.

He crossed his arms over his chest and totally did not pout. “Crush? What are we, twelve?” Thirty summers. I’m thirty summers and acting like a schoolboy.

“Well, I’m certainly not!”

As he glanced down at her, Rolan’s cheeks burned. Don’t say something stupid. Don’t act like a fool. Act like the brilliant wizard you are, not the lonely man from Elturel.

The dwarf smiled at the trio, her companions not far behind her. The half-elf is speaking to Dammon while the pale elf and Gale of Waterdeep are…flirting? Arguing? Both? “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you or interrupt.”

Lia grinned. “No, you’re good.”

LIA.

“I don’t believe I introduced myself earlier. I’m Louisa.” She held out her hand for Cal to shake, but then each of their heads turned towards Astarion, who had begun to laugh.

“Daaaaaaaaaaarling, you need to tell them who you really are.” He said with a wink, causing the pretty lady to frown.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Louisa shrugged. “He’s right. I’m Lady Lousia Wildheart of Baldur’s Gate.”

Smiling, Cal shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, my lady.” The dwarf returned his smile and then shook Lia’s hand.

Rolan, however, stood frozen.

She’s a noble.

She’s a wizard.

Her mother, if I remember correctly, is the head of Wildheart Ironworks and her clan.

I—

Lia elbowed him and growled, “Rolan!” before gesturing to her. “Say ‘nice to meet you.’”

Unfortunately for him, his mouth opened without any thought.

Because I have no thoughts.

Only her.

Only those emerald eyes.

“Heh, if you’re not twelve, then how old are you?”

Cal and Lia’s mouths hung open.

“ROLAN, YOU DON’T ASK A WOMAN HOW OLD SHE IS! WHAT THE HELLS IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” Lia shrieked, smacking Rolan in the chest as Cal was doubled over in laughter.

I’m such an idiot.

How…how did I fuck this up?

Why did I say that?!?!?

To his relief (not sure if it’s relief or embarrassment, frankly), Louisa was also laughing. Hysterically. I made her laugh. That’s a good start…after the bad start. “Oh my fucking gods, you’re too much!” Hands on her hips, she looked up at Rolan and giggled. Fucking hells, she’s adorable. “I’ll be one hundred and one in a few months, in case you’re wondering.”

That only made Cal laugh harder and then Lia joined her brother.

Fuck.

Shit.

Piss.

Zurgan.

FUCK.

“I always knew Rolan was into older women.” Cal teased.

CAL.

Her gaze still on Rolan, the dwarf giggled, wiping her eyes from ALL THE LAUGHING!!!! “Gods, you three are too much. I should get going, but I’ll see you later?” Me? “Rolan?” Me!!!!

“I, um, yes. Of course, my lady.” He mumbled as he wrung his hands. “Later.”

With the cutest fucking wave I’ve ever seen FUCK, Louisa turned and walked towards her group. After a few moments, they were gone. Presumably to save some puppies.

“Ooooooh, Rolan’s got a date later!”

“Remember Rolan, don’t act like a wizard with a stick up your ass. TOO LATE!”

“Cal, can you believe our little Rolan is all grown up and having a date?”

“Aw, they grow up so fast.”

Rolan’s fists were balled at his sides as he absolutely did not pout. Again. “She’s a wizard! She probably has books for me! STOP LAUGHING!!!!”

They did not, in fact, stop laughing.

And did not for some time.

***

Later, Rolan discovered, involved meeting Lousia in a small cove at the edge of the grove. In her camp clothes (a gray dress that shows off her considerable…assets), the dwarf was sitting on a rock and swung her bare feet in the water, looking up when she heard him approach.

“Rolan! Hello, please join me!” She waved, smiling warmly at the tiefling.

Join you.

Yes.

I can do that.

I can join you.

I can…not act like a fool…

He nodded and sat next to her. On a rock. My poor behind. “I, um, I want to apologize for earlier—” Rolan began but was interrupted by her shaking her head.

“No, it’s alright! Honestly, it was just really funny.” She’s still smiling. She’s so pretty. “It’s also something I needed after the last few days, so thanks.” The smile that apparently makes my heart skip a beat soon disappeared as her gaze returned to the water. “Can I count on your discretion, Rolan?”

“Of course.”

She sighed. “My companions and I were kidnapped by mindflayers, and we were…well, infected.” Louisa quickly turned to face him, taking his hands in hers. Those green eyes are pleading with me. What, dear lady? “But none of us are exhibiting symptoms. We hoped to speak with Master Halsin, but apparently those adventurers left him behind when they ran. Shitheads.” Her shoulders then sagged. “Sorry. It’s all been very frustrating.”

Rolan raised an eyebrow. “I would be shocked if it weren’t, my lady.” He quipped. Yes! Yes! She’s smiling. “And it, erm, goes without saying that if there’s anything I can do, then please tell me.”

Louisa briefly laid a hand on one of Rolan’s, giving him a few pats before folding her hands in her lap. A quiet “thank you” emerged from her as her gaze turned towards the night sky. “You know, I’m reminded by something lovely my dear friend Urianger once said about the stars in the sky. Would you like to hear my butchered version of it?” She giggled, bright green eyes full of life and love and an appreciation for the simple things…OF COURSE I WANT TO HEAR YOU SPEAK. On any topic anywhere, my lady. He nodded, not trusting myself not to sound like a lovesick fool. “A sea of shimmering stars. Diamonds strewn across a raven gown, boundless and beautiful. Tis an exquisite sight. Calm and gentle…and forgiving…” She shook her, grinning. “He’s more of wordsmith than I am, clearly.”

Rolan stared down at the dwarven woman and felt his heart beating in his chest. What he wanted to do was to grab her beautiful face and kiss her soundly, whispering reassurances to her. I’ll listen to you speak on any subject. “Please, both the words and recitation were marvelous. I quite enjoyed it, my lady.”

Her freckled cheeks blushed pink. A delicious shade of pink that I’d love to kiss… “Thank you!” She then happily…delightedly…spoke of her travels and adventures. She wants to write a book or edit her journals to publish in multiple volumes, but she believes no one would be interested?!?!?! No one would care?!?!? No one would read it?!?!?!

I WOULD.

As he was about to respond to her saying several of tutors described her writing as “completely unserious,” she tilted her head to the side, wincing.

No no no no don’t transform. Please. Stay with me…

The longest three seconds of my damn life passed, and then she smiled. “Sorry, that was Karlach via tadpole. Dinner’s ready, but…the next time we’re by this way again…would you like to hear some more stories? Or…” fucking hells the little nose wrinkle again. She’s going to kill me. “Whatever you want.”

Not for the first time this evening, his heart began to race.

Gods, don’t say “whatever you want.”

Because what I want…

I want…

“Rolan? There’s no pressure or anything, okay? I just like talking to you, and you seem really nice and—”

He stood quickly, startling her. Holding out a hand, Rolan murmured, “Yes, my lady.”

With a soft chuckle, she stood and took his hand. “To what?”

Shit.

She’s teasing me.

Well, I��I…

“Ahem, to spending more time with you, my lady.”

Rolan swore that when their gazes met, his heart fluttered at her perfect smile. Sweet but teasing.

The promise of things to come, I hope.

[j2h5b5]

... continued (Thanks for reading!)

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, you little shits, and I want an actual answer instead of just you two pointing fingers at each other like toddlers. Where’d you get the booze and whose brilliant idea was it to walk home in the middle of the night instead of, oh, I don’t know, CALLING ONE OF US TO PICK YOUR DUMB ASSES UP?”

There was a muffled scuffling sound coming from the backseat. Eddie glanced back to see Mike and Dustin grappling with each other, Dustin mouthing something and Mike shaking his head violently and trying to get a hand over Dustin’s mouth.

Eddie might have been amused if he didn’t know how pissed off his boyfriend was. These kids knew better than to put their lives at risk like that, and it wasn’t because of the drinking or the midnight walk. This was HAWKINS. Maybe the only place in the world where your odds of coming face to face with a monster made of dead people or tripping into a tear in the fabric of reality and winding up in actual Hell were just about as good as your odds of getting on the wrong side of a bored small-town cop who saw you stumbling along the side of the road in the dark.

Eddie turned fully in the passenger seat to fix the boys with the most intimidating glare in his repertoire. They froze, Mike’s hand hovering just above Dustin’s mouth. “I think your mom asked you a question, kiddos,” he said in a deceptively calm tone that was even scarier than if he’d been yelling. Eddie was a marshmallow, everyone knew that, but sometimes when he was in DM mode or when he was acting on behalf of Steve, he could be pretty terrifying.

Dustin shoved Mike out of his personal space. “We got invited to a party at Dave Peterson’s house and there was so much beer, but we stayed away from the beer, Steve, we weren’t gonna get super drunk and we just wanted to see what it was like. But there was this red stuff…”

“Dustin just handed me a cup of it and said it tasted like Kool-Aid…”

“And it didn’t taste like it had liquor in it, it was just really sweet and it went down smooth, ya know?”

“He drank like five cups of the shit!” Mike blurted, and Dustin swung an arm out, smacking his friend in the chest.

Mike retaliated by hitting back, and then the scuffling had resumed until Steve swerved over to the curb in a screech of tires. “KNOCK IT OFF!” he shouted, spinning around to pin them with a ferocious glare, and they froze for a second time. “I thought you guys were supposed to be geniuses. You trying to tell me you didn’t know there was alcohol in this stuff you were guzzling? And that’s not even REALLY the point. Whose brilliant idea was it to walk home? Do you know what could have happened? Have you FORGOTTEN?”

“…it’s over, though, right?” Mike asked after a beat of silence. Three pairs of eyes swung his way, showing varying degrees of disbelief.

“We don’t know that, Mike. We will NEVER know that,” Steve said, and he wasn’t yelling now but his tone was uncharacteristically hard. “And I don’t want any of you guys to live in fear all the time just waiting for the next thing that wants to kill all of us to come busting out of the ground, but the LEAST we can do? The absolute LEAST? Is to not be fucking stupid. What you did was fucking stupid, and I’m disappointed in both of you. You’re damn lucky I’m not taking you to your parents right now.”

Dustin perked up a bit, although when Steve said he was disappointed Dustin had looked every bit a kicked puppy, hanging head and all. “Thank you, Steve!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Mike said. “I’m not sure my parents would notice but Nancy would have my ass.”

Steve shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t say I’m not telling Nancy. Another party rule, Mike. The first one, remember?”

“Friends don’t lie,” Dustin said, elbowing Mike and shooting him an obnoxious smirk. “So we’re crashing at your place, Steve?”

“Yes, for tonight. I’ll call your moms and let them know. In the morning, we’re going to have a long talk.”

“We got it. Thanks Steve. Thanks Eddie,” Dustin repeated, ever eager to get back in his heroes’ good graces.

“You might wanna hold off on the thanks, little man,” Eddie said. “You’re not getting off as easy as you think. You owe us.”

“Um … owe you?”

“Yup. And I’m already thinking of all the ways you can start to pay your debt.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked, glancing nervously between the two in the front seat as they exchanged looks and Steve pulled back out on the road.

“My uncle Wayne believed hard labor was the most effective form of discipline, Little Wheeler. I’m of the same mindset. I mean, look how I turned out.” Eddie grinned and spread his arms wide. “I know my van could use a good washing, and I think Stevie’s car has seen better days. The lawn needs mowing, too.”

“Pool needs to be skimmed, whole house is way overdue for vacuuming.”

“Best part?” Eddie added, barely contained evil glee coloring his tone. “Getting it all started as early as possible. Sooner begun, sooner done, right Stevie?”

Steve smiled and reached over to squeeze Eddie’s knee. “Right. Piece of advice, though: Drink a lot of water tonight so the hangover doesn’t interfere with doing a good job. We’d hate for you to have to start over.”

Mike and Dustin groaned in tandem, their heads falling back against the seat of Steve’s car.

“This is all your fault,” Dustin grumbled at Mike.

“MY fault?” Mike returned, his voice cracking. “Right! Because I was the one who was all, ‘taste this, Mike, it’s like cherry Kool-Aid!’”

“And I was the one who said we were better off just walking home! That’s the part they’re pissed about, imbecile!”

…Up front, Steve and Eddie held hands and let the backseat bickering go on unchecked as they headed toward Steve’s house with two of their favorite juvenile delinquents.

[janearts]

Top ten peeves with "medieval" fantasy armour, and/or top ten Actually Quite Practical things that the time period had in its armour that you feel are underappreciated by a modern audience?

I’ve been drawing Dragon Age armour for the past 5+ years and hating much of it so I’ve decided to specify my pet peeves for their armour designs. 🙈

Obligatory Disclaimer: I understand that the DA franchise and the DA devs have absolutely zero (0) obligation to stick to historical armours and understand that they deviate from historical sources however referenced intentionally to create their own unique fantasy blend. I’m taking the piss.

Jane’s Top 10 Pet Peeves with Fantasy Dragon Age Armour:

Side Note: DA armour is “mediaeval” in that from DAO to DAI, the DA franchise increasingly borrows bits and bobs from the Middle Ages. Examples of this include Blackwall’s gambeson and the splint-styled armour that Alistair wears. It’s a bit of a hodgepodge--Alistair’s “splintmail” armour would historically predate the more traditional plate armour you also see in the game. Splinted armour was a bridge between mail and plate, which was well-established by the early half of the 15th century.

ANYWAY, here are my pet peeves:

1. The overuse of the noble belt. IRL you wouldn’t need that many and as an artist they’re a pain in the ass to draw.

2. DAO is responsible for the ugliest and most unnatural looking couters I’ve ever had the displeasure to draw. They look like bowls attached to your elbows and they make no sense. Which leads me to my next point...

3. DAO is also responsible for separate bits of plate armour for your arm that do not connect where they ought to. In the Middle Ages, the armour for your arm was all interconnected: the pauldron connects to the rerebrace which connects to the couter which connects to the vambrace. In DAO, you’ve just got your elbow pads, maybe a gauntlet, a bit of plate that I suppose is supposed to be a rerebrace or spaulder for your upper arms, and then a godawful misshapen pauldron. Which leads me to my next point...

4. Pauldrons that have spikes that look like they will KO their wearer if given the chance. Also pauldrons that look like they would “catch” weapons instead of cleanly deflecting the blow away from the body.

5. Armour with rondels and winged pauldrons. Larger pauldrons do the work of a rondel: they protect your armpit. If you have a spaulder or a smaller pauldron that doesn’t protect your armpit then you might go for a rondel. In the DA franchise, they seem to enjoy stapling rondels (or maybe they’re just giant bolts?) to pauldrons.

6. The SMALLEST chestplates known to man. Or a chestplate without its buddy the backplate. This is a Warden callout. :’) It screams “Crush my collarbone, you swine, my chestplate can’t do shit!”

7. The heinous and unforgivable lack of cuisses. Go ahead and tell your thighs they don’t matter then kiss those puppies goodbye.

8. A gorget that is YAWNING so wide it doesn’t actually protect the goddamn neck! I am specifically calling out the Templars on this one.

9. The goddamn overuse of tassets--at least I think they were going for tassets--by the franchise as a whole. The segmented style is called an Almain rivet and you can see that on Templar & Warden armour... except it’s never actually attached to the cuirass? It always seems to be held up by a belt? It’s not meant to be a substitute for cuisses. I don’t know what they were thinking. They probably weren’t and probably figured no one would notice/care. BUT I DO. I DO!

10. They overuse tassets, but don’t cover the assets if you know what I mean. I originally thought that what I’m referring to as tassets could have been their attempt at faulds & culets? Not sure on that one. Anyway, faulds & culets are bits of plate that tend to cover the hips/waist/ass area. One sure sign that a designer is looking at jousting armour is when they don’t. cover. the ass. (The original wearer didn’t need to because they’d be on a horse! But your footsoldier absolutely needs to cover their ass.) I’m thinking of the DAI Wardens again with this one. :’)

[miekasa]

1+1 (levi ackerman)

↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, fluff...... again....... is it getting boring and predictable yet lmao, once again the dog’s name is captain and no i do not regret it

↯ word count: 2.5k

↯ summary: levi ackerman is a cuddler, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. (aka me once again pushing my physical affection is levi’s love language agenda because he’s a poor, touch-starved little man).

i. the lap pillow: person A sits upright, while person B rests their head in person A’s lap. head pets and hair playing option, but highly encouraged.

Levi spent an obnoxious amount of time picking out the perfect couch for his apartment. He might have paid a little bit more than what he’d originally budgeted for, but it was worth it; his soft, plush couch and accompanying cushions were equally comfortable and beautiful, matching the interior of his living room, and posing at the perfect nap spot when Levi was too tired to make it to the bed, or wanted to lounge around with Captain for a while.

Or, well, it used to be worth it. Because now, Levi would rather lay his head on your lap than on his stupid, expensive couch and all its cushions.

Sure, the couch still provides comfort or refuge for the rest of his body, a comfy cavern to stretch his limbs or crash on after a long day, but with you there, all the benefits go to his head; literally, because when his head is in your lap, you stroke his face, comb through his hair, pad your thumb against his lips—whatever, Levi doesn’t really fucking care, because all of it is heavenly.

“Do you want to go to bed?” you question softly, hand raking through Levi’s hair. He’s lying on his back, not even pretending to have been watching the TV, as to let you have maximum access to his hair and face.

“No,” he says shortly, shifting his foot around to allow for your yorkie puppy to curl up at the other end of the couch, “Comfortable here.”

You try to hide the chuckle from escaping your lips. Levi certainly wasn’t shy about how much he liked your affections, especially within the closed walls of his apartment; but it always amused you just how simultaneously clipped, yet clingy he could be about it.

“Your neck is going to hurt, love,” you tell him, slowly moving your right hand from his hair to trace along his eyebrow, then down his cheek.

Levi huffs, ever so slightly. Then, gently, turns on his side, rotating his body and head, so that his cheek is now pressed along your thigh, legs curled up to his stomach, allowing Captain more space to curl into a ball at the base of Levi’s feet. He bends his arms, both coming to rest on your thighs as well, just an inch from his face.

“It’s fine like this,” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep—and a bit of frustration, because you’ve ceased playing with his hair at this point, “I’m going to take a nap, don’t move.”

You can help your laughter from escaping, “I don’t really have a choice, now do I?”

He hums in affirmation, shifting around just a bit to his comfort. You smile at the way he wiggles his toes, Captain taking it as an invitation to snuggle closer to Levi. You rest your right hand against Levi’s shoulder, lightly massaging his muscles as to not disturb his drifting to sleep, and resume your focus on the TV ahead of you.

Just when you’d thought Levi was on his way to falling asleep, he lets out a discontented grunt, moving his arm backwards to grab at your wrist, and with gentle, but firm force, moves your hand that was massaging his shoulder to the top of his head. He says nothing, only moves his hand back to its previous position, and once again shifts to readjust his napping position.

You get the message, and with a wide smile, you carefully begin to thread your fingers through his hair again; and with a satisfied purr, Levi snuggles his head into your lap, and finally drifts off to sleep.

ii. the half spoon/chest rest: person A lays flat on their back, while person B curls into their side, laying their head on person A’s chest.

Levi rarely falls asleep before you do, so he’s had quite a bit of time to observe your sleep habits—as non-creepily as possible, of course.

You’re a pretty normal sleeper—again, not that he spends his time watching other people sleep, or anything—but you do have your own quirks; most of which Levi finds endearing on some level or another. Like the way you always have to have a minimum of three pillows on your side of the bed, even if you don’t sleep with all three of them at the same time. And the way your arms subconsciously curl up, usually around a pillow if Levi isn’t there, or even around yourself if there’s no object for you to grasp.

One of your sleeping ticks he isn’t particularly fond of is the way you move around. Not sporadically, and thankfully, not to a point that leaves you sprawled across the mattress at an obscure angle, but just… around. He especially hates when you roll away from him, because you usually roll away and never roll back.

Which is why Levi is generally fond of cuddling positions in which he’s holding you, as to make sure you don’t, quite literally, roll out of his arms. Because nothing pisses Levi off more than waking up and realizing you’ve rolled away and taken to snuggling against your pillow instead of him. He’s much better than a pillow. Warmer, too. Not mention, a real, actual human being.

Right now, you’re tucked almost expertly into Levi’s right side, head laying on his chest, your right arm over his stomach, hand just barely tickling the exposed skin from his shirt riding up. Levi likes the feeling of your shallow exhales rippling against his shirt, and the warmth of your cheek pressed against his chest.

He’s about to fall asleep himself, when he feels you shuffling, and oh no, not on his watch. Before the worst can happen, Levi secures his right arm over your shoulder, as to hold you against him. The urge to roll seems to leave you then, the only movement is of your right arm, which you bend at the elbow, now laying your palm against his pecs.

Levi exhales, content. Now he can sleep peacefully. Well, almost. There’s one more thing he likes about this position, and it’s his ability to use his free hand to reach down, scoop under your knee and drape your leg across his waist—and he does so happily; smiling to himself as you subconsciously burrow yourself further into his side.

Much better, Levi thinks, letting his eyelids flutter shut. It was time for bed, after all, and he had a feeling he’d be waking up warm and cozy in the morning.

iii. full contact cuddle: person A sits or lays on their back, while person B rests almost directly on top of them.

“I don’t get why you like this so much,” you say, words mumble, as you shimmy up Levi’s body to lay your cheek against his chest, “How do you possibly benefit from this?”

If you asked Levi, this was probably his favorite way to cuddle. Something about having almost all of your body weight on top of him, your head against his chest, and his arms wrapped completely around you just made him feel warm, and cozy, and content. Plus, the added bonus of you laying directly on top of his dick.

He could say all of that, but instead he opts for a minimal hum, and, a simple, “It’s warm.”

“Yeah, because you’re warm, Levi,” you point out, but burrow into his skin anyway. You’re not exactly complaining, laying on Levi is nice; especially a shirtless Levi, with how warm his body runs. And, well, for other reasons, too.

Once again, you’re met with a non-committal hum. Levi just holds you for a bit, listening for the way your breathing slows and evens out, feeling for signs of your body slowing down against his.

After a while, he shifts his arms, moving so that they’re no longer stacked atop each other, but with his palms both resting against your back, creeping under your shirt. “It’s the weight,” he replies carefully, moving his right hand to rub against your skin, “It feels nice.”

“The weight?” you question, lifting your head to look at him, your chin poking into his chest. Levi looks down to meet your eyes, a small nod in reassurance.

“I can’t… explain it,” he tells you truthfully, “I just like the feeling of you against me. It’s not symbolic or any shit like that, it just, feels good. Sometimes feels like we’re… I don’t know, connected or some shit. I can feel you breathe when I breathe, and all that.”

It’s a poor explanation, and nothing close to what he wants to be able to convey, but you understand him anyways; you always do. You have to hold back your overgrown smile, just barely letting the corners of your lips turn upwards at Levi’s response. You extend your neck briefly to place a short kiss against his jaw, before turning to head to lay back on his chest.

“No, I get it,” you reassure him, snuggling against him for extra measure, “Feels nice to just know you’re there.”

Levi hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing at your waist affectionately—a silent thank you for being able to read between his lines. You lay like that for a while, your exhales tickling against Levi’s bare chest, while his hands massage at your back.

“Besides,” he says, his hands slowly venturing down past your waist; he squeezes at your hips, adjusting you so that your center is directly on top of his, and encouraging you to lift your upper half, so that you’re looking down at him, a full view of the wicked smile on his face, “I kind of have a thing for you being on top of me.”

iv. the seated snuggle: person A sits upright, maybe slouched a bit, while person B cuddles into their side; a hand wrapped around A’s waist or arm, and B’s head resting against A’s shoulder.

Levi likes his alone time, but even when he’s focusing on himself, he’s acutely in tune with you and your emotions. And to be honest with himself, he spends a lot of his alone time thinking about you—consciously or not, you find a way into his brain, and Levi has long since accepted that you’re a permanent, and very welcome presence in his life, one that can be more powerful and enjoyable that his own solitude.

Even when he’s sitting on the couch, right leg bent and tucked under his left at the knee, a book Hange had recommended in his hand, with a shitty hospital drama playing as background noise on the television; even then, when he’s relaxing and enjoying his novel, he purposefully feels out your presence and gauges your emotions.

Though, if you asked him, it shouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to understand that you were feeling a little out of it today—maybe not quite sad, but moving a bit slower, perhaps tired, or annoyed by your day at work—despite the cheery lilt in your voice. But Levi knew, he could feel it, that something was off; but he could also feel that this something wasn’t getting talked about today, or that, perhaps you just didn’t have the words to express it right now. 

Levi greets you as he would when you come through the door, tilts his head up when you lean down to give him a kiss, and lets you pad into your bedroom to change and shower. You shuffle around after that, making your way to the kitchen to reheat the dinner he’d cooked earlier, and flitter between your bedroom and the living room after that.

And Levi knows; he knows that you want to talk to him, but that you wouldn’t dare to interrupt his alone-time, because you know how important it is to him. What you fail to understand is that you’re just as, if not more, important to him because you give him space.

So, Levi waits until you’re hovering by the doorway of the living room again, and then, without looking up from his book, silently opens and extends his left arm. He counts three seconds before you come shuffling over to him, wasting no time tucking yourself into his side, and resting your head on his shoulder. Levi hums when he feels your cheek press into his neck, and wraps his arm securely around you.

“Long day?” he questions, eyes still on his book, but reading at a marginally slower pace now.

Your eyes flutter shut at the question, working harder to snuggle yourself into Levi, wrapping your arms around his waist, “The longest.”

Levi hums, finishing his page, and tucking the ear to mark his spot before closing his book. He turns his head to press a kiss into your forehead, and pulls you a little closer against him. “It’s over now, I’ve got you.”

v. the times together/pretzel: person A rests with back against a wall/couch/object, and person B mirrors their positions; both A and B’s legs are intertwined, while they look at each other.

Levi will only take a bath after he’s showered, because there’s no appeal in sitting in your own wet dirt. That being said, post-shower baths with you are something he looks forward to, especially after a long, drawn out work week.

You both sit facing each other, legs bent and intertwined, your empty champagne glasses resting on the tiled floor beside the tub. Levi lets you make bubble beards on his face, and smiles as you splash them away and placate it all with a crescendo of kisses.

“I love you,” you smile between presses of your lips, the palms of your hands squishing Levi’s cheeks together—and he just lets you, because he loves you.

Levi thinks it’s his turn now, though he has no interest in bubble beards, or mohawks, simply mirroring your actions to cup your face with his hands, pull you closer, a whisper on your lips.

Wet thumbs pad against your cheeks, and Levi thinks that even like this, with only the flicker of candle flames illuminating your face, that you’re beautiful, and the best thing he’s ever gotten the opportunity to love and care for in his life.

So he lets you know, “And I love you.” And he means it; and you know he does.

[ratofthemedievalsewers]

Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

[muffindaddystyles]

prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

..

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

[zscyber]

BkDk W.I.P. section/preview

Alright, so this is a fic I have no idea when it will be finished (especially since I'm planning to work more on my Nexomon fics for a while and the Spookfest event on the Creative Chaos discord server), but I have one section complete and figured I'd post it here. It's a really rough draft/barely edited, but it's also the scene that started the fic.

Title: Hearts in the Right Places

Summary: Bakugou’s and Midoriya’s secret relationship gets exposed on national television in a nine-second video. Thankfully, all of class 3A has their backs. Even if it’s not always in the most… conventional way.

(Basically, I wanted super-protective of BkDk class 1A family chaos)

*potential trigger warnings: Homophobia, previous forced outing

Middle school Katsuki would be screaming with rage, explosions, and death threats at the current situation. Same with first year U.A. student Katsuki. Second year Katsuki would have still been pissed as hell and die insisting that, no, he had no fuckin’ idea who these idiots were.

 Third-year Katsuki was still more than a little pissed, but mostly content to sit back and watch.

Shitty Hair, Sparky, and Elbows had forced him to go on the weekly store run (mostly Elbows, because very few people could stop the other two from going fucking nuts and bringing back bags of only meat and shitty junk food, respectively). The group had made it through grocery shopping, but Sparky started bitching about being thirsty halfway back to the dorms. When Elbows joined him (just as they just so happened to be passing by one of those “extra-healthy”, expensive-as-fuck smoothy places), Katsuki decided fuck it.

Of course, the idiots wanted to sit and chat, playing the ‘but-you’ve-been-spending-all-your-time-with-Izuku’ card. And then the ‘be-careful-or-we’ll-think-you-like-him-more-than-us’ one.

 The three morons got all pathetically dramatic when Katsuki pointed out that, damn straight he liked Deku more than them. That’s why he was fucking dating the damn nerd.

  Only once Elbows promised to deal with Baker if his shitty two percent milk went bad (and Shitty Hair, Raccoon Eye’s overly-sweet ice cream that she just had to have) did Katsuki decide fuck it again.

  So there they were, his idiots chatting away while Katsuki sipped on some green drink Elbows had plopped in front of him. If Sparky hadn’t noticed some bastards with cameras ‘sneaking’ around, they probably could have gotten back to U.A. home free. No villain attacks (take that, Deku).

  “-and that’s why toasters are way better than micro- Isn’t that the gossip tabloid that first published that video of Blasty and Izuku?” Sparky pointed at the bushes that lined the juice shop’s patio area. Shitty Hair set down his drink to glance over his shoulder while Elbows leaned to the side to see around the redhead.

“Fucker’s been there for five minutes”, Katsuki grumbled. And the morons wondered why they failed Caterpillar-sensei’s last awareness test.

Sparky tilted his head like a dumbass puppy. “And you haven’t blow them up yet?”

Oh, Katsuki really fucking wanted to, but…

“That would just make things worse”, Elbows explained. “You know how those lowlifes would jump onto Katsuki blasting their cameras.” The lanky teen took a long, loud sip of his shitty-looking smoothy. “Even if they really deserve it.”

  The leaves loudly rustled as the shitty pair of paparazzi ‘crept’ closer.

  “So unmanly” Shitty Hair muttered.

Sparky suddenly shot to his feet, hands slamming onto the table. “You know what. They’ve been dragging two of my friends through the mud for shit. That’s it. I’m going to go put an end to this.” The boy downed the rest of his drink and marched over to the reports. “Hey, you! I-!”

 “Wait, Denki!” Shitty Hair’s chair hit the ground as the redhead tried to grab the blond dumbass, but he missed. “Bro! You can’t just-!” The redhead darted over just as Sparky was pulling Camera Jackass #2 out of the bushes.

  And that’s where Katsuki was now: ass still sitting on the ugly-as-fuck patio chair - scooted just enough for a better view of the upcoming shitstorm without looking too interested – and finishing off the surprisingly good whatever drink Elbows had gotten him.

            Elbows was already half out of his seat when he realized the blond had no intention of moving. “You don’t think we stop them or something?”

            Katsuki took a moment to check on the perishable groceries. Nothing looked ruined yet. “Nah.” Besides, as much as he wanted to shove the fucker’s camera down their throats in large, exploded pieces (and the rest up their damn asses), this was probably the closed thing to revenge the blond would be able to get without a fucking lecture.

            The other boy slowly sat back down, his seat already giving him a front-row view.

            “-don’t you have any sense of manliness?” Shitty Hair was attempting to guilt Jackass-with-a-cheap-ass-camera #1.

            “Yeah!” Sparky jumped in. “Like, dudes, I get you need your clickbait-“

            “Ah!” Cheap-ass-camera #2 cut in. “The video wasn’t clickbait, but real news. After all, the general public needs to trust potential pro heroes” (fuck him, Katsuki and Deku were practically already official pros!), “And if two of them are willing to engage in such explicit behavior in public-“

            “ ‘Explicit?’” Shitty Hair quoted. “You wouldn’t call it that if they were a straight couple!”

            “They weren’t even frenching!” Sparky added. “Like, sure, it wasn’t a peck, but freaking Disney has more ‘explicit’ kisses!”

Katsuki’s phone buzzed, the nerd’s name popping up.

Shitty Nerd: Kacchan!! Stop them!!!!

            The blond frowned. Who was Deku talking about? He wasn’t back at the dorms ye-

            “Uh, Katsuki?” Elbow’s phone was going off like the Old Hag when she saw someone wearing stripes and polka dots at the same time. “Are you seeing the class chat right now?”

            Katsuki rolled his eyes, so that’s what was causing his friend’s phone to go off like a bomb. “I mute the damn thing”, he muttered as he switched apps. The one time he didn’t his phone almost didn’t survive because IcyHot had gotten into a rich person spat with Ponytail and Twinkles over fuckin’ tea at eleven-fucking-pm.

Ears: LMAO!!

Ponytail: She really is

Round Face: Deku-kun’s a strawberry

Round Face: He keeps ducking behind the couch but can’t help himself from popping back up to watch

Pinky: Like a whack-a-mole!

Twinkles: c’est magnifique!

IcyHot: Do they not realize that the reporters have gone live?

            Another text from Deku.

Shitty Nerd: KACCHAN!

Deku.

Shitty Nerd: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

            “Plus, you have no idea what you’ve done!” Sparky was still going off on Ugly Camera #1 and #2. “Do you? Do you have to live with the consequences of your actions?! No, no you don’t! Because people like you jacka- jerks never think about how their actions can make life a living he- heck for other people!”

            Elbows had one hand plastered over his mouth, eyes darting between his phone and the  two idiots ripping the two camera creeps a new one. “I don’t-“ the guy broke down laughing, “I don’t know which is better!”

            Katsuki shrugged. “Like the extras aren’t recording this shit.”

            “-any idea how fu- freaking single the rest of us feel?” The taller blond was ranting. “And I’m not even single! But that’s how disgustingly sappy they can be now because you jerks outed them and the rest of us have to deal with their PDA!”

            Shitty Hair nodded. “And it doesn’t even count as that! They’ll just be sitting next to each other and you can see the manly hearts! Do you know how dang strange that is? I platonically love my bro, but Bakubro and hearts shouldn't be in the same sentence!”

            “Especially Izuku”, Sparky added. “He’s way, way worse. And he was bad before they got together.”

Shitty Nerd: Do u hate me?

Nope

Should I clear that up on national TV too?

Shitty Nerd: WHY?!?!?!?!?????

Elbows finished his drink with a loud slurp. “You’re taking this invasion of privacy surprising well”, he commented.

“I’m gonna kill them later”, Katsuki promised.

Bird Brain: Revelry in the chaos

Octopus: Not ‘in the dark’?

Round Face: Chaos

Frog: Definity chaos

Ears: Pure choas

Ears: Fuck chAOs

Gloves: chOAs

Tail: ^

Rocky: ^^

Octopus: ^^^

Bird Brain: Revelry in the choas

Ears: that’s right

Ears: piss off the person who hears EVERYTHING that goes on in the dorms

Gloves: Wanna bet?

Glasses: WHAT ARE KIRISHIMA-KUN AND KAMINARI-KUN DOING?!

Octopus: Making fools of themselves

Pinky: Being themselves

Octopus: I was going to add ‘for the sake of their friend’

Octopus: But yeah

Ponytail: Guess we’ll be getting another PR class.

Eyebags: wtf is going on here

Eyebags: oh

Eyebags: nvm

            “- should be family-friendly.” Camera Jackass #1 had something that was probably supposed to be a smug-ass grin but just came across as constipated; all full of shit. “Pro heroes are no longer only responsible for catching villains, but upholding society’s moral code and-“

            Shitty Hair crossed his arms. “Says the same ‘journalists’ who plaster images of us beat up and bloody on magazine covers all the time.”

Grape: that’s just BS

Grape: the ‘family-friendly’ part

Grape: that magazine has the best spreads!

Pinky:

Ponytail:

Gloves:

Round Face:

Tail:

Octopus:

Frog:

Frog: Would you like to repeat that?

Grape: respectfully?

Grape: I KEEP THEM IN MY ROOM!

Round Face: … it’s an improvement

Grape: I’M WORKING ON IT!!!!!

Twinkles: And we are very proud, mon amie!

Pinky: -ish

Tail: Maybe we should get back 2 wtf those 2 are doing

Tail: Didn’t they just go 2 the store?

Baker: I swear, if the frozen go bad AGAIN

Pinky: MY ICE CREAM!

IcyHot: I could re-freeze it?

Baker: No

Baker: We are NOT doing that again

Ponytail: The flavor was severely diminished

Ears: watery

Ears: you mean watery

Shitty Nerd: GUYS!!!

Shitty Nerd: Kacchan’s ignoring me!!

Shitty Nerd: can someone else text him and make this stop?!?!?

Eyebags: Damn

Eyebags: that’s harsh

Eyebags: it’s like he lives to piss people off

Eyebags: oh wait he does

Frog: … Do you really want Bakugou-chan to step in?

Frog: I’ll text Sero-chan

Elbows: Don’t bother

Elbows: This is great

Gloves: LMIAO

Tail: whats the I?

Round Face: oh she does that in the girls chat all the time

Round Face: LM-invisible-AO

Glasses: Bakugou-kun! Sero-kun! One of you needs to step in and stop Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun from making fools of themselves!

Octopus: good luck with that

Eyebags: it’s like you don’t know your classmates

Round Face: can we all just appreciate Bakugou’s RBF in the background?

Round Face: I need a meme of that

Baker: I can assure you that someone’s already on it

Rocky: It’s already up, actually…

Tail: How do u no that??

Gloves: The HeroNet bird icon

Bird Brain: the laws of the internet

Bird Brain: and all their darkness

IcyHot: I think Hanta looking like he’s going to die from laughter would be better

Grape: Bias

Frog: ^

Gloves: ^

Gloves: trust me on this

Round Face: ^

Eyebags: at least he’d stop spamming that one of Yao-Momo drinking tea and the purse-snatcher

Ponytail: I caught him!

Shitty Nerd: KACCHAN! I SEE YOU LOOKING AT YOUR PHONE

Shitty Nerd: DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT?!?

Eyebags: …Have you met your boyfriend?

Round Face: ^^^^^^^^^^

Ponytail: We’re all very proud of you for not committing homicide on national T.V., Bakugou, but Sero should really step in at this point.

Ears: OH FUCK

Ears: IS HE REALLY GOING TO?

            “Hey!” Shitty Hair’s shout reached Katsuki’s ears just before a damn microphone was shoved into the blonde’s personal space.

            “You’ve been awfully quiet, Bakugou”, the piece of shit sneered. “No defense? Aren’t you worried about the effect this will have on your career, assuming you get your license in the first place. After all, you were one of the two students who failed to get your provisional the first time, right?”

            Katsuki clenched his fist, stopping the sparks of his Quirk from blowing up. ‘Bastard’, he cursed. ‘Fucking extra who doesn’t know goddamn shit.’

But if he snapped, the fuckers would just use that against him and Deku. Mainly Deku. So the blond forced himself to breath out the righteous murder. “No fucking comment.”

“So close”, Elbows whispered before clearing his throat. “Actually”, he told Camera Ass #1… 2? Eh, Katsuki couldn’t remember which was which, and he really didn’t give a flying fuck.

Tail: That… actually went pretty well

Pinky: Good job on not doing murder on TV Blasty!

Eyebags: yay

Octopus: ‘Doing’ murder?

Bird Brain: You do remember that Bakugou is reading this, correct?

Bird Brain: He is literally staring into these dark depths as we converse

Capitellar-sensei: He’s not the only one

Katsuki choked, wheezing hard as he tried to swallow the last bit of his drink so they could fucking leave.

“Bro!” Shitty Hair was hovering over the blond as he coughed. “You okay?!”

 “See!” Sparky pointily scolded the Camera Shits. “We’re just out and about, chilling, and you almost kill him!”

 “What hap-?” The redhead was interrupted by Elbows as the latter banged his fist on the table, once again trying to cover his ugly snorting with the other hand. Katsuki, ignoring the whining extras, tilted his phone so Shitty Hair could read over his shoulder.

Shitty Nerd: Sensei! Shitty Nerd: please make them stop!

Round Face: bit too late for that Deku-kun

Eyebags: shit

Eyebags: who summoned the teacher?

Glasses: I can assure you all that it was not me!

Glasses: I gave up on receiving efficient help in these types of situations last year.

IcyHot: I’m pretty sure all he needed to do was turn on a TV

Capitellar-sensei: Not even that.

Capitellar-sensei: Mic just needed to turn on the TV.

Capitellar-sensei: Kaminari, Kirishima. Come to my office once you’re back on campus.

            “Oh shit”, Shitty Hair muttered, causing Sparky to snatch Elbow’s phone off the table as well. The tall teen’s face paled faster than Deku’s would if he thought he missed out on rare All Might merch as he scrolled through the chat.

Grape: I want a meme of the paparazzi

Grape: they’re just frozen from the stupidity

Gloves: oh me too

Rocky: also already up

Ponytail: They really don’t appear to know what to do, do they?

Eyebags: Nope

Ears: Like Denki during math class

Gloves: LMIAO SO DAMN MUCH

Round Face: Damn

Round Face: straight for the throat

Shitty Nerd: If I apply for work-study in the U.S. do u think that’s far enough away?

Don’t you fucking dare

Their food is shit

Eyebags: Boyfriend of the year

Pinky: He lives!

Pinky: it’s hard to tell on the screen

Bird Brain: We are witnessing the descent into obvious darkness as seen by our elders

IcyHot: They’re just on their phones?

Octopus: Exactly

“O-kay”, Elbows told the Camera extras. He grabbed Katsuki’s empty cup, tossed it in the trash can, then used his Quirk to latch onto Sparky and Shitty Hair as he backed away. “We really need to get going.”

“Oi”, Katsuki grumbled, pocketing his phone and picking up more than his fucking fair share of the damn groceries. “I ain’t carrying all this myself.” He handed one bag in particular to Shitty Hair. “Racoon Eye’s melting ice cream.”

~

            Deku, still strawberry-faced, ambushed Katsuki and Elbows right as they walked into the dorm. “You”, the nerd growled, “are horrible.”

            Stepping out of the way while the crazy fuckers that were his classmates tackled Plain Face for the rest of the groceries, Katsuki held up the one bag he insisted on not only carrying, but keeping in the shade under the table during the shitshow. “Guess I’ll make something other than katsudon with this shit”, he grinned.

            “Kacchan!” the nerd pouted. “You wouldn’t.”

            The blond cackled. “Nah-“

            Pinky’s horrified screech cut through all other conversations. Baker’s wasn’t far behind.

            “Melted?” Deku correctly guessed as he followed the blond away from the murderous pink trash panda and into the kitchen. “Anyway, I guess it was nice that Eijiro and Denki were so supportive, it’s just…” The greenette trailed off.

            “They’re a bunch of dumbass”, Katsuki finished, ruffling the nerd’s hair.

            (And if the blond made enough dinner for the whole class, he had just been distracted keeping Shitty Hair and Sparky on a tight leash in the store and accidentally bought too many ingredients.)

[spectaclespencer]

Blurb request: Reid/Female Reader share a sundae, whipped cream kiss! Thx.

A/N; Thank you for the request! I pictured this immediately in my mind. Hope this is what you’re looking for! ❤️

Category; Fluff

Content Warnings; Swearing, kissing, and I envisioned season 2 Spencer for this (:

Word count; 0.8k

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“What do you mean you’ve never had a sundae?” I asked.

“It’s just not something I’ve wanted, I guess. Is it that big of a deal? It’s just ice cream.”

“Yes, it is a big deal. And it’s not just ice cream, Spence. It’s toppings, and sprinkles, and magic,,” I deadpanned, sitting up from my position on the bed. Spencer pouted a little when I unwrapped myself from his arms, propping up on my elbow to stare down at him. “Get up.”

“Get up? What do you mean get up? It’s almost 1 in the morning,” he exclaimed, making an effort to grab me before I removed myself from the bed completely. “Babe, come back.”

“Oh come on, Spencer. Live a little.”

He groaned in response, burying himself in the blanket as I got dressed. He was cute when he sulked, doing his best to get his way. “But I’m tired,” he whined.

“We can sleep until 2pm when we get back. Day off work tomorrow, remember?”

He peeked the top half of his head out of the covers at that, considering my proposal. He narrowed his eyes, thinking of the pros and cons.

“Okay but only because I love you.”

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“Yeah alright I see what you mean,” Spencer groaned, taking yet another bite of ice cream.

We sat beside each other in a booth at the local diner, only a ten minute walk from the apartment.

“I told you!” I chuckled. He had almost devoured the whole thing, clearly enjoying himself. “It’s good, right?”

“Very. I’ve never had ice cream accompanied by any sauces or toppings. Did you know that sundaes were invented in 1881? George Hallauer started it by pouring chocolate sauce on ice cream in a cup that was primarily used for sodas. They got the term sundae because originally it was only served on that day of the week.”

“So you knew when this was created, yet you’d never had one?” I frowned, pushing back a loose lock of hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

“I guess.”

“You are a strange man, Doctor Reid,” I grinned. It was a classic Spencer thing to do, to read about something before experiencing it.

He hummed in response, shoveling more ice cream into his mouth. It was nearly melted now, the heat being unbearable even at this time of night.

“You sure you don’t want any more?” He asked, peering at me through the side of his glasses.

“You go ahead. You have a lot to catch up on,” I grinned, happy that he was liking the treat. “However, maybe slow down. I love you, but you and your dairy are gross.”

“Shit,” he whispered, staring down at the bowl. He pushed it away from himself, getting so caught up in the moment that he’d forgotten about his...sensitivity. He looked like a kicked puppy, or a baby that had their fav toy taken away. Poor guy. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“You’re welcome.”

We sat in silence for a while, me leaning my head on Spencer’s shoulder as he traced shapes into my arm. It was calming in her, I knew he liked the soft glow of the lights that weren’t too bright, and the quiet hum of music. It wasn’t too much for us both. I looked up at him, chuckling when I saw that he’d spilt some whipped cream on his face.

“Oh, babe. You got a little-“ I started, gesturing towards my face to mirror the position of the cream on his.

“What?” Spencer blushed. He began rubbing at his cheeks in an effort to remove his mess.

“No, no to the left.”

He moved his hand from his cheek to his lip, only spreading the sweet cream.

I sighed with a smile, looking at how ridiculous he could be sometimes. “Here, let me,” I whispered, leaning in closer to him.

His eyes grew wide as I darted my tongue out, wiping across his bottom lip. I heard him exhale under my touch, and turn his head to face me directly. He pressed a kiss to my lips and moved his hands to rest on either side of my face. He tasted of vanilla and chocolate, and I assume I wasn’t too far off.

Kissing Spencer was always so sensual, he took his time to make it last as long as he could. It was exhilarating -- the way his soft, warm lips glided across mine. Our nose bumped and he chuckled, readjusting his glasses.

“You taste even better than the ice cream,” he said softly, kissing across my cheeks and nose.

“Oh, piss off. You’re full of shit.”

He laughed at that, my favourite sound in the world.

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[reki-of-the-valley]

More bullet point fanfic by yours truly! - First kiss edition

I woke up at 4 am thinking of this and it's been stuck in my brain ever since. Watch me eventually write it as a whole ass fic

It's the weekend, a slow, hot day. Reki and Langa are in Reki's room, as usual, watching a mix between skating videos and dumb videos that make them laugh (and the occasional cute animal video they will inevitably come across). It's a slow, relaxing day, nothing out of the ordinary for them, except that they can't go out because it's just *too* hot

Langa's got his chin on Reki's shoulder, his eyes falling shut every so often. The heat makes him sluggish, but he refuses to go home where it's cooler or take a nap to sleep the heat away. He's adamant to continue watching what's playing on Reki's phone, even if the light is tiring his eyes

And Reki doesn't mind. He's never minded having Langa close, basically cuddled into his side. Reki likes it, actually. He likes having Langa close. He likes feeling Langa pressed into him, Langa's chin digging into his shoulder, Langa's hair tickling his cheek, Langa's bony elbow pressed into his side. Obviously it's because Reki is used to having people in his personal space. The twins when they cling to his leg, his mother when she hugs him, Koyomi when she's poking him.

So Reki doesn't mind having Langa close, falling asleep on his shoulder. At least, not until Langa is shifting, nose pressing against Reki's neck, the soft skin where no one ever touches him. And his warm breath is heating up Reki's face for a reason he can't tell. Or maybe he can, when Langa is mumble-asking if he can kiss Reki

Langa doesn't mean it. He can't mean it. Langa always mumbles out nonsense when he's half asleep. So Reki laughs it off awkwardly.

Except Langa's nuzzling closer, "please, Reki? Can I, please?"

Reki doesn't trust his voice, knowing it'll come out as a squeak, so he just nods. He has no idea what Langa is going to do, or what kind of kiss he wants, but Reki wants whatever it is, which is weird. Kissing the homies good night was just a saying, not an actual thing, right?

But when Langa's pressing a kiss to his cheek, everything fades away. It doesn't feel weird or wrong or anything. It actually feels nice. Reki likes it. Even if it's just a quick peck, Reki likes it. A lot.

Everything fades, everything goes hazy. Maybe it's from the heat, maybe it's from something else, but Reki's shifting, turning to Langa, Langa with his heavy lidded eyes, Langa with his pretty smile. Maybe it's the heat, maybe that's what's fogging Reki's everything, but something happens. Something happens for Langa to be kissing him, or maybe he's the one kissing Langa; he can't tell who started it. But they're kissing. And Reki feels like he's floating.

Reki is the first to pull away, gasping for air, but langa's chasing his mouth and Reki can't say no to that.

It's not Reki's first kiss - he had kissed a girl on a dare in 6th grade during one of those middle school parties - but it is the first time he was feeling someone's tongue against his lips. It is the first time he was gripping onto someone's shirt to hold them close as the kiss was deepened. It is the first time he was kissing a boy. And he.... Reki likes it. He likes kissing Langa.

When Langa finally pulls back, they're both flushed and panting. Maybe they had gotten a little carried away, but Reki doesn't care. He can't care, not when everything feels blissfully light

At least everything feels nice until Langa's eyes are blown wide open, scrambling to pick his stuff up, shoving them into his bag.

"shit, shit, fuck, I promises my mom I'd be home before dinner. Fuck, she's gonna be pissed. I'm so fucked-!"

And he's dashing off, Reki not even getting a chance to put in a single word. Something twists inside of Reki. Maybe Langa regretted kissing him, maybe that's why he was running away now. Maybe Langa didn't like it as much as Reki did.

They don't talk about the kiss(es). No one brings it up. Reki's too afraid to bring it up and Langa is acting like it never happened. They're both desperately trying to go back to how things were before, but Reki jumps every time Langa's hand brushes against his and Langa isn't leaning in as close as before when they watch videos during lunch at school. It's not horrible, but Reki can feel the tension, which can only mean one thing: Langa hated the kiss.

This goes on for a few days, the awkward no touching but still wanting to. It calms down a bit after a few days. Reki's a little less jumpy, Langa is starting to lean back in (not as much as before, but still always a little closer). They can sit shoulder to shoulder now, not quite touching yet, but getting there. That's how Reki finds himself staring at Langa, watching him eat, looking at his mouth. His mouth that had been pressed to Reki's only a few days ago. His lips so soft despite being chewed at on the daily.

Reki can't blame his actions on the heat this time. He can't blame anything or anyone except himself as he presses a quick kiss to the corner of Langa's mouth. He tries deflecting, finding excuses ("you had something and-!") but it's useless. There's nothing that can excuse his behavior

But Langa simply let's his head fall onto Reki's shoulder. He's not pushing Reki away. He's not telling him that it was wrong of him to do that. None of that.

"M'tired..." "It's the heat, dude" "wanna sleep" "wanna ditch and head back to your place? It's way cooler there" "only if you come"

Reki short circuits as soon as Langa's fingers are twisting with his, tracing the lines in his palm, not letting go.

"can we go? Not like we're actually going to listen to anything, even if we go back"

That's how Reki finds himself pulling Langa up, walking by his side until they're out in the yard and skating off towards Langa's place. That's how he finds himself coming to a halt in front of the apartment he's been in only a handful of times. They always go to his place, crashing in his room. They rarely ever go by the apartment.

Reki watches as Langa unlocks the door, kicking his shoes off as he set his board against the wall. And he follows his lead, though a little more careful, untying his shoes and setting them in a corner with his own board. It's a lot colder in here than it is in his room. The AC must be put to it's lowest.

"you want something? I think my mom bought cookies yesterday"

Reki watches as Langa pulls out more food - they just finished lunch, but Langa is a monster when it comes to snacks, no matter what time it is - before crashing into the couch. Reki follows, like a puppy. He isn't uncomfortable, but still. The environment feels new and he isn't sure how comfortable he should make himself

That is until he's sitting on the couch and Langa is putting his head on Reki's lap, a cookie in his mouth as his bright blue eyes are staring up at Reki. Blue like a clear sky, sun blazing down over the ocean

"I'm sorry," Langa says, holding up his half eaten cookie. "about the other day, I mean. I shouldn't have done that" "I'm sorry too. About- about earlier? It was dumb"

There's a beat of silence. Then Langa is shifting again, sitting up

"Look, Reki, I- I like you and I get it if you dont-!" "Really dude? Like, like like me?" Langa nods, though looking a little confused. "You can do that?" "Reki, you... You do know I'm gay, right?"

Reki did not know that. And when Reki is caught off guard, he acts dumb. That's why he's blurting out "you're gay???"

Langa's still staring at him in disbelief. "yes? I thought it was obvious?"

Apparently not enough for Reki to get the hint. "Oh my god. You like me. You like me. You actually like me."

"Look, you don't have to-" "I like you too! I mean," Reki rubs at his nose, laughing nervously, "i gotta, right? Since I kinda really wanna kiss you again?" "You do?"

And they're both laughing at each other, Langa's face buried in Reki's shoulder. Reki can feel the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, though he isn't sure if it's from the laughing or from how happy he is

Then Langa's shifting against him once again, look up at Reki with his beautiful blue eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

Reki doesn't answer him, only pressing their mouths together. Because of course Langa can kiss him. He's been thinking about it ever since it first happened

The kisses are slower this time. They're not rushed, not as needy. They take their time exploring each other, feeling what's comfortable, what feels good. It's new, the kissing, and they will have to find how to do it properly. But for the most part, there's more smiling than there is kissing

"Reki?" Reki hums against Langa's lips, not quite ready to pull back completely. "Reki, what does this make us? Does this make us boyfriends?"

The realization hits like a truck. He could be Langa's boyfriend. Never in a million years did Reki think that would happen

"yes? I think? I mean, I want to" "does that mean we aren't best friends anymore?"

Langa's eyes and big and wide and worried. He knows he shouldn't laugh, but Reki can't help it. He can't help but laugh, pressing a kiss Langa's cheek

"no, were still best friends, man. Nothing can change that. And I mean," Reki ducks his head, rubbing at his nose, "it's like what they say in all those Hollywood movies. You know, the cheesy romcoms? In those speeches when the main characters get married? That they're marrying their best friend? Not that were getting married! I didn't mean us-!"

Langa's kisses only got sweeter with time. A quick peck cutting Reki off before he fell into a panicked ramble. "I get what you mean. I just... I don't want to lose you. You're the only best friend I've ever had." "What about boyfriend?" "You'll be the last one."

Reki is satisfied with that. He's more than satisfied as Langa is pressing another kiss to his face, then to his mouth. How long had he wanted this? Reki has no idea, but now that he's got it, now that he's got Langa, he's happy.

[yesokaythatsfine69]

In Need of A Stable Relationship (Jean Kirstein x reader)

Description: y/n's having a shitty week- mainly because she's tired of loving Jean because he doesn't feel the same way.

Character(s): y/n, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Eren, Mikasa, Levi

POV: 3rd person

Warning(s): cursing, little bit of angst, fluff

A/n: JEAN IS SO HOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH he's such an absolute cutie and probably the second most attractive character in the series. I'll let you guess who's number one.

Word Count:

Song: listen to Agni kai- epic version by Samuel Kim. It's just cool.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n bit into her bread harshly, swallowing the lump thickly. "y/n? Are you okay?" Taking another harsh bite, y/n nodded at Armin. "I don't think I've ever seen you eat like that." Eren laughed, but his eyes remained wearily trained on her. "I'm just hungry." She grumbled, taking a third bite.

"Hey, but not even Sasha eats like that." Connie pointed to the girl who sat next to him, who was stuffing bread into her mouth like it was candy. When she noticed everyone's eyes on her, she looked side to side. Quickly swallowing, she smiled sheepishly.

Y/n rolled her eyes, quickly losing interest in the conversation. "Didn't captain Levi say that if we didn't have this place spotless by the time he got back we'd be eating our own shit?" Y/n got up from the table, and her chair squeaked against the wood floor.

"You're already done, y/n?" Mikasa approached the table, a tray in her hands. Y/n only took the young woman in dejectedly, giving her a small shrug. "Yeah, you can have my seat." Y/n grabbed her empty tray and left the group, leaving them to watch her silhouette retreat out of the lunch room.

A few seconds later Jean arrived, coming in the same way Y/n had exited. He was sweating, obviously having just got done training. He grabbed a tray and made his way to the table, sitting down beside Connie.

"What's up with y/n? She barely spoke to me just now." The table was silent. "I think she ate too much." Sasha said, as she put a hand on her stomach, her own face scrunched up in pain. Jean raised an eyebrow at his friend, his gaze moving away from Sasha to Armin. "She's been off with all of us recently. Maybe the scouts are getting to her." Armin spoke, shaking his head slightly.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, a sign that something was obviously bothering him. Jean watched the action sharply, his eyes narrowing the slightest. "Yeah, maybe." The rest of the time it was mostly quiet, a few different topics arose. Noticibly, Jean remained silent, barely eating.

His mind focused on her, analyzing everything she said, did. He could barely eat he was so engrossed in worry for his friend.

He missed y/n.

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Y/n sighed. The stables were always dirty, but when you're in a bad mood- they seem dirtier. She grabbed her broom, fixing to sweep when a door opened. She turned, surprised at first- but then her shoulders relaxed when she saw who entered.

"Did you need something, Jean?" Jean's eyes widened. He had such pretty eyes, a lovely warm brown. In the soft glow of the stable lights they were illuminated and they sparkled. He was beautiful, and even her misplaced anger couldn't diminish that. Y/n felt a sinking feeling as she realized just how captivated she was. This was going to be harder than she thought.

Jean, swallowed and shut the door behind him. "I came to check on you. You seem off." Y/n just shrugged and turned away from him, continuing to sweep. "It doesn't really matter."

In less than four steps, he caught up with her, grabbing onto her arm. "Hey, what's wrong with you? You're obviously mad- instead of just sulking maybe you should-" y/n spun around to face him.

"Shut up Jean! Just shut up!" She stabbed a finger at him. "Maybe I should just blow up like you do, without thinking or caring about the consequences of my actions. I'm sure that would just solve all my problems!" She huffed at him.

Jean straightened. "So this is about me?" Y/n's eyes widened. "No!" His eyes widened. "I never said I was perfect, y/n but..." He closed his eyes. "You...you're acting like a child!" She stared at him.

Before she could even acknowledge what she was doing her arm flew forward and she punched him square in the face. He grabbed his jaw, his doe eyes wide.

Y/n's own eyes widened and she clutched her hand. Pain erupted from her knuckles, but she ignored it, watching in fear as Jean clutched his face, staring at her in shock. "Oh God, Jean I'm so sorry...I- I..." He only winced, removing his hand. "Your right hook has gotten better."

Y/n stared at him. "But it still doesn't compare to mine!" Jean swung barely missing her as she ducked, side stepping him. The two fought, hand to hand combat style. Again Jean tried to swing but y/n was still to fast, ducking and landing a hit to his chest. He grunted but quickly regained his balance.

Jean swung again, but this time y/n caught his first, bring his face inches from her own. Then without warning he sideswiped her feet, bringing them both tumbling down.

Jean landed on his elbows above her, both out of breath. Finally, Jean caught his, looking down at y/n with sincere worry.

"What's wrong, y/n?" He asked again, his gaze gentle. She sniffed and looked away.

Silence.

"please, tell me. I want to help you." He spoke barely above a whisper, afraid he'd scare her off.

Finally, she spoke. She gave up.

"I-I love you."

Silence.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"And you...you don't love me."

She let out a sob then, more tears streaking down her face. Her hand wrapped around her mouth, a feeble attempt to subdue her cries.

She flinched when his hand reached over to her, gently cupping her cheek. He guided her to be directly in front of him.

But his face surprised her, he looked pissed. Jean was gritting his teeth in frustration, "How could you say that? Damnit! You can't just- You could've just asked."

"What?"

"Of course I love you! You're y/n y/l/n. You make life bearable, you make my day, my night. After Marco died- you were there for me. You've always been. I'd... I'd have to be an idiot to not...to not love you, y/n." Unshed tears shined in his eyes. "Of course, I love you."

Y/n frowned. "But Mikasa, I thought you-" "That was a year ago, y/n." they stared at each other, the truth finally sinking in.

Then, she smiled. Jean arched a brow as y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, a blush erupting on her cheeks.

Then suddenly she spun the two of them around, switching their positions. "Then why the hell didn't you say anything! You could've not wasted my time- the precious time I have." Again, Jean gritted his teeth. "Well, I thought you liked Yaegar! Considering the fact that you follow him around like a lost puppy!"

Y/n stared at Jean, who glared from under her. Then she bursted out laughing, a different type of tear streaming from her eyes. "You thought I liked Eren and I thought you liked Mikasa?" She laughed, slapping her thigh.

"We're both a pair of idiots!" Jean's scrowl slowly dropped, a smile slipping onto his face until he too began laughing hysterically with y/n.

Finally, She wiped her face, about to get up off of Jean but he grabbed her hand. His thumb gently ran through the knuckles, and he smiled.

"What's the rush, y/n? I like this view." Y/n flicked him, and got up, giving him a hand. He hopped up, but kept their hands intertwined.

Jean pulled their connected hands to his heart, and thus pulled her closer. Y/n closed the space between them, and Jean wrapped his free hand around her waist, settling his palm in the small of back.

The kiss was sweet, Jean's lips were soft and he dipped his head in deeper, catching her breathe. She snagged his bottom lip in her teeth, gently tugging. He tasted sweet, and it made her giggle, the thought of her hothead being anything but spicy- it was poetic.

"y/n..." He breathed, removing his lips from hers and peppering her face with sweet kisses, moving down to her neck. Her breathe caught at how soft he was.

"Oi, I didn't realize that the stables were suddenly designated for snogging." Y/n and Jean's eyes shot open, them freezing their minstrations. Captain Levi stood before them, his arms crossed.

In a flash they separated, putting a safe social distance between the two of them. Simultaneously giving him a salute, they spoke "Captain Levi!"

"Tch, save it you shits. You're both on horse shit duty. Separately." His eyes flickered dangerously between the two of them. "For how long?" Jean asked, his face pale. Jean hated getting in trouble, though it often found him because of his hotheaded nature.

"Until you start hating it, horse boy." Levi's eyes dangerously glittered at him. "Now, I expect you two dumbasses to have this place spotless by the morning." He leaned against the wall and Jean and y/n shared a look.

Sighing she picked up her broom and Jean grabbed the mop. Under the watchful eye of their captain they cleaned, but even under the burden of being in trouble the two could barely wipe away their smiles of delight.

"Will you two shitheads stop smiling, it sickens me."

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A/n: hey guys this one isn't my favorite prolly because I psyched myself out with doing Jean. Anyways feel free to give critism and feedback. Thanks for reading + happy new year

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