#Just saying hi is a great way to stall any conversations

[cottoncandy-cult]

Gentle Hold

Yami Sukehiro X Pregnant Wife! Reader

(Y/n) sighed softly, hand rubbing her swollen belly as she made her way down the stone halls of the black bull's base. Her back was aching, the baby was do in a months time and she couldn't wait for all this pressure inside of her to be released. "Hey (Y/n), you ok? Do you need help down the stairs?" Asta had come around the corner, noticing the heavily pregnant woman and her obvious discomfort. "No thanks, Henry put those handrails up so I should be fine. I just can't keep laying in bed, my back is so tense." She had her free hand on her hip, trying to arch her back some to relieve it as she walked. "If you say so, I know you aren't supposed to take real baths when you're like that but maybe Captain Yami knows something that could help. He has been reading a lot when he goes to the bathroom, he has like a parenting book in each stall." Asta chuckled, smiling when he saw his captain's wife started to giggle. As unserious as the captain could be, Yami had been doing his best to prepare. He wasn't necessarily easily embarrassed, just naturally private about certain things. "He should be back from the captain's meeting at the capital soon, Fenral went with him so it shouldn't be long now." Asta continued on his way, the woman smiling with a nod and thanks before making her way down the steps towards the kitchen.

She was really wanting a banana muffin; she didn't want nuts in it though. Just a nice, soft and fluffy banana muffin. The thought had her belly rumbling, her waddled steps getting faster. "Hey Charmy, can we have muffins? I could really use something banana." When she approached the couch Magna was quick to stand and help her sit, being as devoted to her husband as he was Magna took great care of his captain's wife in his absence. "Coming up! I was just craving something sweet!" Charmy was quick to gather the sheep cooks, though it was clear banana muffins weren't the only things on the menu. To distract herself from her growing hunger, (Y/n) settled on a nice cool glass of milk. Before long Charmy had laid out several baked goods, while she had originally only been craving banana muffins the site of glazed honey banana buns had her mouth watering. That was where she was when Yami found her, her legs swinging happily in her seat as she ate a baked apple cinnamon roll. She had been going down the line, trying one of everything she could. Refilling her milk when needed, she happily enjoyed the warm and soft desserts.

"This looks good, you enjoying yourself darlin?" Yami sat next to her, kissing her cheek in greeting as he put out his cigarette. (Y/n) nodded with her mouth full, her cheeks full of soft goodness. Swallowing her bite, she looked up at her husband, wide smile on her face. "You've gotta try some of this, the cinnamon banana bread is so good." She took a drink of her milk once more, watching as Yami smiled at her from the corner of her eye. "Yeah? I guess I could use a snack before dinner." He took her advice and grabbed some of the bread, taking a bite of it with a soft hum. "Yeah, it's pretty good. I've tried something like this from the bar I drink at in the capital sometimes, but theirs is pretty dry." He tapped his fingers on the table, Vannessa happily fixing him a drink as she snacked on a cupcake. They all often took snack breaks together, it would normally start with one or two of them but then it would slowly grow as conversations were had. Yami had slipped an arm around his wife's waist, large hand sprawling across her stomach to feel the pressure of their child against his palm. He was always quietly affectionate with her; he was never obscene with it, but he never failed to make their relationship and his own feelings known.

His ring never came off his finger, she had heard from Magna how Yami put off gambling and worked more to buy their rings and pay for the wedding. That conversation had killed any anxiety she had about their engagement and their next big step in life. Her own hand came to rest over his, gently squeezing as she finished her current snack and snuggled up to him. Giggling as some of the younger squad members playfully gagged over their display, Yami simply rolling his eyes as he took another bite of his bread. "Julius wanted me to give you somethin' for the baby, he was out wizard watching again and saw this weird little stuffed animal and thought it was cute for some reason." Yami pulled out a stuffed animal, it was an odd amalgamation of animals. An otter body, a beaver tail, webbed feet and duck bill. The look of it had (Y/n) laughing, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as her eyes shut. "He is so ugly oh my god." She shakily took the stuffed animal, flipping it around to look it over though her giggles never stopped. "He is so ugly it's almost cute, where do you even come up with something like this? I didn't know alcoholics could sew." That comment made her husband snort, chuckling to himself as he shook his head. He did admit that the stuffed animal was quite odd, Julius in general had a very particular taste in items if William's mask was anything to go buy. "You know Julius, he somehow manages to find the most outlandish items… when he isn't making them himself." He sipped his beer, running his hand through her hair as she continued to look over the stuffed animal with a curious stare. "Can't say he isn't original…"

"I'm gonna go put this in the nursery so it doesn't get lost, if I eat too much more, I won't have room for lunch." She says this while picking up chocolate chip banana muffin, waddling her way to the steps as Yami watched her with a chuckle. Of course he stood to follow, finishing his drink and popping a whole muffin in his mouth. He wanted to enjoy his time with her today since it was interrupted by a captains meeting, so he followed her up to the nursery and made sure she didn't lose her balance on the steps. Until finally he leaned against the door frame, watching her place the stuffed animal on top of a small dresser that already had several on top of it. "Just one more month, you ready to pop yet?" Yami chuckled, walking in as he wrapped his arms around her waist and her own arms came to rest over his. "Mhm, I feel like I have a boulder in my body, my back aches and I have to pee all the time." She sighed softly and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as he shifted slightly to gently lift her belly with his large hands. Relief flooded her features as she hummed softly and gently squeezed his hand, she loved when he did this as it was one of the few times she felt relief these days. "I see, gives us another reason to count down the days then huh?" His thumbs stroked the curve of her stomach as he supported her body with ease, he used to work out just to get her attention and feed his ego, but it was really paying off now. "I'm kinda scared to be honest, if this baby is anything like you it's gonna be a giant." She giggled, her thumb stroking the top of his hand. As the wife of a magic knight captain, she knew her baby would be delivered by an experienced doctor, but she just knew by how heavy the baby set in her stomach that this was gonna be one hell of a birth. "I mean, at least we know the baby is gonna be healthy? Everything will be ok, the doctors aren't gonna let you suffer." Yami kissed the top of her head, having already gone over the procedure with Owen several times and so he knew there were things for pain she'd be given to reduce the stress on her and the baby. "I know, I trust Owen. I just know it's gonna wreck my body and I'm not excited for it." She sighed softly, turning her head to nuzzle the side of his neck.

"Yeah, can't blame you there. But once this baby is out, all you'll have to do is lay back and we'll handle the rest. I mean, you'll still need to nurse the baby, but we'll make sure you have time to rest." Yami pressed a kiss to her forehead, doing his best to soothe her anxiety. "I know you all will, we're the black bulls after all and we take care of each other." (Y/n) responded with a smile, she had confidence in her squad and knew she'd simply have to have faith. "You wanna go sit outside for a bit until lunch, the weather is nice, and the fresh air will do you good. You've been couped up inside all day." He swayed softly, basking in her natural body heat and breathing in her scent. He had his own anxiety about the birth, but he knew he'd just have to have faith that everything would work out. "Sure, the breeze through the window has felt nice all day. I wanna see how the garden is doing." Yami carefully lowered her belly, moving to lift her up into his arms as he carries her out the room. (Y/n) would get embarrassed at first when he would do this type of thing, but now she was just glad to snuggle with him and be off her feet without being stuck in bed. He brought her out back to the garden, sitting in a chair in the center of the garden and resting her on his lap. She sat across his legs, leaning against his chest as she lifted her head to look over the colorful flowers. One of her husband's large hands rubbed her back, large fingertips gently pressing into her muscles and rubbing out the tension as best he could.

He couldn't have her lay face down for a proper back massage, so he had to settle for trying to rub her back when she was sitting up. "Charmy has done really good at taking care of the flowers, all that experience growing fruits and veggies must really pay off for her." (Y/n) spoke with a smile, she loved her garden but once she got a bit deeper into pregnancy, she couldn't care for it the way she would have liked so she had to ask Charmy to take care of it until she was able to get back out there. "Yeah, she's pretty good in the garden and kitchen. We really lucked out with the variety in this squad." Yami chuckled, leaning against the back of the seat as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. A soft warm breeze flowed past them, the sweet scent of the flowers carried on the wind and reinforced the calming scene around them. Yami never expected any of this, he had never thought much on love until his wife came into his life. Now here he was, married with a baby on the way and a squad of misfits that would always have his back. Life was turning out better than he expected, and he wasn't about to let this kind of peace slip through his fingers any time soon.

[itsabouttimex2]

Hahahah! The little healer stall sign says

itty-bitty-healing-comittee!

Here to heal you today!

Little Healer Headcanons

Sun Wukong, MK, and Mei

(That is so damn cute to think about- lil’ Y/N all dressed up like a mage/nurse behind their stall, but only their eyes peek over the rim cause they’re short af)

The Great Sage personally “finances” your little (probably unlicensed and illegal) stand by scaring off any cop or Karen who wanders by to try and cause trouble. He’s your number-one supporter at any given time, always on standby with a snack or hug to cheer you up.

It’s not uncommon for a client to lean over the side of your stall for a better look at what’s inside, just to find Ol’ Sun Wukong lounging on the ground.

When the king isn’t busy scaring people away by “accidentally” getting into their faces and pushing them around with a strength beyond their comprehension, he’s babying you.

Trying to, at least.

You work so very hard at your little repurposed stall, a handmade banner strung across the top, red crosses and flowers painted on the sides. It’s clear to Wukong that all you really want to do is help as many people as you can, however you can…

“But you can’t do that if you don’t take care of yourself,” he’ll remind, using legitimately good advice as an excuse to drag you off for mid-day snuggles.

The Great Sage will gently force you to practice basic self-care, even if it means dragging you back to Flower Fruit Mountain on his cloud for a hot bath and a cozy nap. Expect him to extend your “vacation” afterwards by asking for help with a few of his monkeys.

He is so, so good to you, in the worst way. A part of him knows that it’s wrong to load you with junk food and soda, but when he sees you all worn out and shaky on that wooden stool you have to stand on to see over the stall, his self-control fizzes out and the Great Sage is bolting off to “buy” you a horribly unhealthy combo meal from the nearest fast food place. (He steals it.)

And when you’re all tuckered out from a day of hard work and a belly full of sugar and grease and deep-fried fat…

Sun Wukong scoops you into his arms and starts the journey home, right back to where you belong.

Oh, how this kid loves you. MK is always lounging around the corner of your wooden street stall whenever he gets the chance, kicking back with a copy of some Monkey King sponsored magazine or playing Monkey Mech on his phone- it’s a great chance to just lounge around and genuinely relax.

And sure, there’s some concern from his friends and family about how MK seems to suddenly be prioritizing protecting a blatantly illegal street stall over his job and work as a hero…

“Saving the city can wait! Y/N needs me to find a rare herb so they can make an antidote!”

Yeah, you definitely come very close to first in this hero’s heart. He doesn’t outright abandon the city, nor will he put you miles above his desire to protect it- but you are extremely close to being the most important thing in his world.

Just… a cute itty-bitty “sibling” that MK can’t help but to cherish. At first.

As the seasons go by, though… you start being a strange sort of living coping mechanism. An emotional crutch. As his anguish compounds and stacks higher by the day, MK starts using you as an impromptu and unlicensed therapist, trauma-dumping whenever you aren’t tending to a customer.

Being too young and naive to shut down these conversations, you can do little more than fidget and squirm while you try to soothe the worst of MK’s sorrows.

And he misinterprets these awkward consolations as genuine care on your part, which leads him to repeat the process again and again and again.

As MK slowly builds himself up, he in turn breaks you down- entirely on accident.

If he knew that the constant barrage of fears and worries were grinding you down, MK would absolutely turn the valve and shut himself off. He’d go right back to closing himself off and shutting up about everything that’s torn a hole in his heart.

But he doesn’t. You don’t know how to tell him.

So on and on he goes with these traumas, head in your lap during a slow day, right when you finally crack and start to cry.

Good thing you’ve got a hero on standby to cuddle your tears away.

Each and every day starts with Mei prepping you for a long day at your “job”, and damn if the dragon girl can’t dote.

Special attention is given to your hair, little jeweled pins clipped into place just to give your outfit a bit of (expensive) sparkle- the motorcyclist believes with all her heart that you’ve earned it.

All your clothes are custom-made in whites and greens so that the two of you match, displaying to everyone around the bond she shares with you. Since your hands are so important to the work you do, Mei avoids giving you rings (and loose necklaces, just in case they get caught) and instead settles for thick golden bracelets (with trackers hidden inside) as a “gift”.

She tends to see you as more frail than you really are, so motorcycle rides are uncommon and uncharacteristically slow because Mei doesn’t want to rattle you.

Expect her to loudly and proudly proclaim “This is my little sibling!” whenever she gets the chance- and Mei will actively try to make this heartfelt delusion of hers a reality.

If you’re got a good home life, Mei imposes herself as an “honorary big sister” to justify all the time spent with you, painting herself as the sort of person who genuinely just wants the best for her community by looking out for everyone’s favorite healer.

But the moment she finds something solid against your guardians, this dragon girl blasts it all across social media to justify dragging you away from them- even if puts you in an awful and precarious headspace.

If you’re an orphan or stuck in a very bad home situation, Mei might just get her parents to adopt you- having a hardworking and adorable mage is not only good for the family’s reputation, but offers them a chance to expand their reach by having you lend a hand to influential and powerful individuals in their time of need.

And sometimes it feels almost like you’re being used, but they bring you back home after the work is done and allow you to rest and recuperate in front of their fireplace with a warm blanket (her mother wraps you up extra tight and kisses your forehead) and a cup of tea (her father pushes it into your hands and smoothes out your hair) before they dim the lights and bolt their lavish doors.

Really, you’re just part of the family now.

[bokettochild]

Fair Thoughts

Just got back from the fair with my friends, so I wanted to share some LU thoughts on if THEY went to a fair!

Roles:

Legend - The Prepared One: Dramamine, sunscreen, water, painkillers, anti-acids and a map are all to be found with this guy. He's the one with his phone timer set to remind everyone to reapply sunscreen and hydrate, and not only does he know his way around, he always knows where to get the best deals on food, what stalls will be quietest at what times and where they are, and generally is your go-to guide. He's not much for most of the rides, but he's got extra pockets for all the stuff that will fall out of yours. He enjoys carnival games and is uncannily good at them (maybe too good). He comes across as the chill sort most of the time, but if you do get him on some of the crazier rides, he screams bloody murder.

Time - The Dad: He is wearing the most obnoxiously loud shirt he could find, if only to make sure the rest can always find him. Despite the loud shirt, his sunglasses say FBI and his face says "don't touch me". He's the crowd clearer to help the kids get where they want, using his broad shoulders to his advantage and his scary dad privileges to make others stay out of his way. He's not much for most of the rides, but likes to dare some of the more cagey/up-tight boys to try new things. He likes the carnival games as well, and he and Legend bet each other who can do better. The few rides he does go on, he somehow maintains a straight face (he is absolutely Freaking Out behind his shades though).

Twilight - Former 4-H Kid: Twilight is the one that drags everyone else into the various exhibits and animal barns to look at the things people have made and entered in competitions. He's sure to ensure everyone in his party knows proper barn etiquette and tends to strike up conversations with the farming folk there about any old thing. The animals love him, the stall keepers enjoy his company, and he's generally a delight to have around. He also tends to drag everyone to the local 4-H building to see anything his little siblings might have made, or just enjoy whatever is there. He likes the shooter games at the fair, but shoots like a man who knows what he's doing and so loses more than he wins (them things are rigged). He does get pretty excited if he does win things though. He enjoys the rides alright, but only if someone comes with him, since he says they're boring to ride alone. He will hold your hand if you're scared, and he tends to howl a bit when he get's really pumped up on the rides.

Sky - The Adrenaline Junky: Sky is the one who drags them to most of the rides in the carnival section. He's perfectly happy to let Twilight take them to the barns first, and totally enjoys the animals and seeing the home-made crafts and the like, but he's really here to ride each and every one of the craziest rides he can. The others are a bit intimidated by his daring (no one should be that eager to get thrown around upside down) but try as he might to explain the rides in a way that makes them sound manageable, he just makes them sound like a torture experience. He sucks at most of the skill games, but is competitive enough to still try. He's a good group member though, and tends to let the others take the lead and call for breaks when they need them, and checks in frequently if they haven't in a while. He pushes them to try new things, but respects hard no's when he gets them, and if an experience is too much for someone, is always there to help them find their feet again afterwards.

Hyrule - The One Who Keeps Getting Lost: It's not intentional, but this guy has to have his phone on full blast just so he knows it when someone texts him, because he is constantly getting separated from the rest of the group. He only needs to stop for a second to look at something and then they're gone, and he's not great at speaking up loudly if he needs to slip away for the bathroom or a drink. They try and keep him at the center of the group, but nothing works. Luckily, when they come to the merchant's stalls and whatnot, he and Legend have similar taste, so they tend to stick close and admire things together (or haggle, legend's the better haggler but Hyrule has stupid good luck). He's not much for skill games, but games of chance or anything that requires guessing usually works out well in his favor. He's not super big on most of the rides, but he enjoys some of the tamer ones, and is working his way up to some of Sky's sort of rides.

Four - The Craftsman: Like Twilight, Four enjoys going to see displays of skill or wandering around the mercantile. He's not typically able to ride most of the rides (he hates it) but talking with fellow craftsmen helps make up for it. He's got an uncanny skill for finding dropped tickets (or maybe stealing them?) and always has some to spare, which he'll use to bargain for favors from his brothers. When he can get on rides, he typically prefers the sorts that make your stomach churn, but isn't fond of spinning ones. he likes being up high (not because he's short! just because!) and honestly, genuinely enjoys the Ferris Wheel.

Wild - Mom Friend: He smuggled lunch in inside of his backpack (which is secretly a cooler) and he has sports drinks and wrapped sandwiches for everyone. Because of medical reasons, he's not really able to go on most of the rides, but he has his camera out nearly the whole time taking pictures and videos of the rest of the group. They will all be receiving prints; no they don't have to ask. He likes the skill games, and while he's not good at them, he does tend to eventually win most of them after a couple rounds. He's a great shot when it comes to throwing things at moving targets, for some reason. He also is forever running into people he knows and striking up conversations, but is pretty good about moving on when his group wants him to.

Warriors - Fashion Model: You know when you go to a local event and most people are dressed for comfort, but then there are those small groups where it's clear they took it to the nines? Where I live it's mostly the Alt Kids (Goth/Punk/Rocker/Scene), but in Hyrule, who knows! Warriors though is the one person on the team who is always picture ready and rediculously put together for a man wandering around under the sun all day surrounded by sweat, grease and sticky children. He doesn't let his looks stop him having fun though, and participates in whatever his brothers would like. He's more here for the social interaction than the games or the exhibitions or the rides, and he's taking plenty of photos the whole time, even though he knows Wild is as well. He's happy to let Sky drag him on the craziest of rides, has the time of his life in the horse barn, especially when they find the Clydesdales (he's a horse girl, fight me!), and he's probably blowing more of his paycheck in making bets with Legend than he's losing to the various games he ends up playing. Man's just here to have fun though, and he is :)

Wind - A Kid: Yeah, I know, it goes without saying, but let's be real! Wind is having the ultimate fair experience with the rest, especially as the youngest in their group! He doesn't actually have to pay for anything, but gets to enjoy all the rides, games and chaos he could want. He teases his older brothers into joining him in new things, taking dares, or generally looking stupid. He's pretty good at staying with the group, and listening to legend's directions or Time's instructions, but he still isn't afraid to speak up if he sees something along the way that he'd like them to do. He's pretty bored when it comes to the booths and stalls of things to buy, but willing to go along with interactive exhibits (which Twilight loves pulling him towards). He does help keep an eye on Hyrule, and he'll absolutely let Sky take him on anything he's allowed to ride (and some he's not)

There we are! That's all of them! I think I had some other thoughts in the car, but I'm too tuckered now to actually remember what they were LOL

[featherandferns]

daylight - epilogue

jj maybank x fem!reader | the final part of the daylight series | read part 12 here

content warnings: mentions of sex; alcohol

word count: 1.6k.

blurb: life is pretty beautiful in Kildare but nothing comes anywhere close to the beauty of your boyfriend.

An arm loops over your shoulder. You jolt, caught by surprise, and come close to dropping your camera. Thank God for neck straps. You’re so used to the feel of JJ around you that you don’t need the smell of his cologne to identify him. 

“Hey you,” you say, smiling up at him. 

“Hey,” he replies, smiling just the same. “Pretty good turn-out, huh?”

“I know,” you beam, looking around. 

With some help from the Pogues, you’d managed to organise a fundraiser for Barry’s garage. It came following the photos you’d posted on your Instagram gaining traction in the local community. They were shared in Facebook groups and around group chats, with people rallying to help Barry’s struggling business. It seemed the garage had been a staple in Kildare County for as long as most people could remember. Kiara was more than happy to organise the bulk of the fundraiser, having done her fair share for environmental clean-ups, and Pope had managed to rally his dad to provide food, free of charge. John B and JJ did most heavy lifting: they assembled stalls and tables and seating; strung lights and bunting; hung up balloons and signs; and carried crate after crate of soft drinks and beers. 

Your eyes fall on Barry, laughing with a local who you’d seen working at the docks. It makes you smile. For once, it seems he’s at ease. 

“This is a real nice thing you did for him,” JJ gently says. 

“Well, he’s a real nice guy,” you reply. 

JJ leans down and plants a kiss to your forehead. It feels nice, having him do it in front of others: even if nobody is looking. He’s unashamed to show you off and to show his affection for you. Interlocking your fingers with his, he guides you towards Barry. 

“Let’s go say hi,” he says as he leads the way. 

As you pass a group of local teens, JJ shares a quick word, accepting a bro-hug from one, but his hand never strays from yours. Perfectly timed, the fisherman who was talking to Barry departs towards Heyward’s stall just as you and JJ arrive. Barry turns to find you both and grins. 

“You kids having fun?” he asks. 

“Yes, sir,” JJ replies. 

Barry brings his beer can to his lips slowly, making a show to glance down at your interlocked hands. “See things are going good still.”

“I guess they are,” you return with a sheepish smile. 

Since the day at the Chateau, you and JJ no longer held back. There was no need to, the fear of being too much now gone. Movie nights were a weekly staple, with half of the film ignored as the focus switched to each other’s bodies. Hang-outs with the Pogues were riddled with teasing and berating from the group from the smallest signs of P.D.A. At work, JJ distracted you, finding any excuse to approach. Drives home were lengthened by sloppy make-outs and take-out stop offs. Mimsy was used to JJ’s company despite being back in Vancouver, thanks to him lying in your bed or lounging on the couch whenever you’d facetime. She’d once remarked ‘you might not be at the wedding, but I will’ in a gentle threat to remind JJ where he stood in the hierarchy of your affections. But you knew it was tongue-and-cheek. Thanks to Mimsy, he too had been educated on the serial killers and stalkers of America. What took you by surprise was how invested JJ was in it. 

You’re happy, though. JJ made you feel held, just like you’d asked and just like you’d always wanted. 

The squeeze of JJ’s palm against yours pulls you back to the conversation. 

“You enjoying yourself, Bar?” JJ asks.

“Hell yeah,” Barry jovially replies, making you both laugh. Tipping his beer can to you in thanks, he says, “your friend Kie really knows her stuff.”

“She’s pretty great,” you hum in agreement. 

“Your old man didn’t show up, I see,” Barry says to JJ. 

“He, uh, got wrapped up in something. He’d probably just cause a scene anyway, right?” JJ lightly says. 

Since starting your official relationship with JJ, you’d spent more time at his house. You’d gotten to know his history the same way he had yours, and you knew about his absent mother and nightmarish father. He’d got himself in trouble with prescription fraud and was serving a short stint in prison. JJ hauntingly joked that it was his ‘second home’. You’d held him all that night to help him fall asleep. 

“You know how much you’ve raised so far?” you ask, diverting the topic. 

“I’m told it’s somewhere around seven grand, so far,” Barry replies. “Shit. That’s enough to fix that damn roof.”

“That’ll save you a job after the next hurricane, then,” JJ notes. Hurricane Agatha had been building gradually. Everyone was preparing for her arrival in the near future, summer now in full swing. 

“Damn straight. Look, you kids go enjoy yourself. You don’t wanna be trapped with an old dog like me,” Barry urges with a tired smile. 

You roll your eyes. “I like being trapped with an old dog like you.”

He was used to your company at the garage. Surprisingly, you’d taken to learning some handy work in mechanics. Even more surprisingly, you weren’t half bad at it. JJ had also picked up extra shifts at the garage. You don’t think Barry liked when the two of you were there together though: the amount of work that got done seriously depleted. 

“Let me get a photo of you two, at least,” you add, lifting your camera. 

JJ sighs like it’s a burden but you know how much he likes being in front of the lens. Your memory cards were saturated with photos of the blonde haired boy, as was your pinboard and Instagram. He’d claimed the polaroid photos of you and shamelessly kept them by his bed, as well as a framed photo of you and JJ from the beach that Kie had taken with your camera. It was of the two of you, wading in the low waves, the mid-day sun high in the background, casting shadows on your frames. He was splashing you and you were screaming with laughter, trying to dart out the way. The moment JJ spotted it as you flicked through your gallery after a day at work, he’d begged for you to print it. Now it stood by his bed, proudly displayed like a Van Gogh original. 

JJ settles beside Barry and hooks an arm over Barry’s broad shoulders. The two of them smile - JJ’s brighter and beaming - and you snap several shots. Barry holds out his hand for your camera. 

“Let me get one of the love birds,” he gruffly says. 

You comply with a small roll of your eyes. JJ takes his spot by your side, his arm comfortably sitting around your waist. One of his calloused hands plants firmly at the top of your hip. You lean into his hold slightly, eased in his company like a reflex, and the two of you smile at the camera, squinting through the sunlight. As you go to move away and retrieve your camera, JJ’s spinning you around and dipping his head, planting a chaste kiss to your lips. Your eyes close on reflex, smile easily, and you hear your camera shutter click. 

Later that night, after the fundraising is long over, you and JJ are lounging on his sofa. He said something the other day about being home alone and how much he disliked it, when his dad wasn’t around. It was strange to you that he felt that way given the hell his dad brought, but then you’d remembered Barry’s comments from what felt like a lifetime ago. How JJ was loyal to the bone, even when it might not be in his favour. You suppose love is never lost when perspective is earned. So, instead of questioning it, you’d decided to stay with JJ. It was nice anyway, playing house. 

Your feet are in his lap, back lent against the arm rest, and one of JJ’s hands absentmindedly rubs at the palm of your foot. His other hand nurses a bottle of beer and his eyes are trained to the grainy TV. Every now and then he laughs, engrossed in a rerun of an old episode of The Simpsons. As you flick through the photos you’d taken that day, one makes you pause. A smile creeps onto your face. It’s one Barry had taken: JJ’s head dipped as he kisses you. You hold the camera out for JJ to see. 

“JayJ,” you mumble. 

He reluctantly pulls his gaze from the TV. “Yeah?”

“Look.”

He does as you ask, eyes flitting down to the camera. Taking it from you to see it better, his smile mirrors yours. 

“Cute, right?”

JJ nods, almost bashful, and passes you back the camera. 

“Send me that,” he says, looking back to the screen.  

“Why?”

“I wanna post it,” he shrugs, as if the answer is obvious. Your giddy smile that follows makes you drive your teeth into your lower lip. Nodding, you go about transferring the photo to your phone. Placing your camera on the dusty coffee table, you shift so you can cuddle into your boyfriend’s side. He gladly makes room for you, tucking you into his body, and you steal his beer for a sip. 

“Quiet you fool, it can be yours,” Homer’s inner thoughts say.

As JJ chuckles, his body shakes against yours. You look up at him, smiling to yourself at his beauty. Eventually he catches on to your staring. Looking down at you, his eyebrows raise. 

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, “you’re just really fucking pretty.”

Chuckling almost soundless, JJ smiles down at you. Then he’s closing the gap, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

Two.

One more and - yes, perfect. 

The End

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[decepti-thots]

Sometimes I have to remind myself that a lot of people in fact have not read/skipped the prose stories in IDW, so for what it's worth, I think any discussion of pre-Overlord Drift-Rodimus dynamics needs to consider this specific scene from the post-RiL one. I am passionate enough about this I'm putting it below the cut, though I have the whole story hosted here btw. It establishes a few really important things, IMO:

What I just discussed regarding Rodimus having voluntarily brought Overlord onto the ship, against Drift's wishes

Him attempting to prevent Drift from taking the fall because he knows it's his fault, and Drift being the one to tell him no about this

The revelation Drift was keeping his motivation for putting Rodimus in charge a secret from Rodimus, which he only explains before leaving

Drift being clear he did not take the fall to help Rodimus per se, but because he considers it the necessary thing to do as per his vision, which is ultimately the most important thing to him period

That's a LOT of stuff without which the dynamic does not read at all the same way going forward, IMO. Basically any discussion of those two in s1 should really take it into consideration in terms of both sides' motivations, especially regarding Drift's motivations in keeping Rodimus content and in charge no matter what he said or did, and Rodimus' relative ignorance of said motivations.

****

As Rodimus stepped into his office he shielded his eyes—literally put his hand to his face—to avoid catching sight of the flames he’d had painted around the doorframe. As soon as he’d sorted out the current mess he’d ask Atomizer to help him redecorate. No more fire-rimmed entrances, garish pink walls or self-aggrandizing plaques: just a desk, a chair, some subdued lighting and a memorial to crewmembers killed by sparkeater, Legislator, or Overlord.

Overlord.

When his guard was down—when he wasn’t showing off or doodling or spray-painting—the name made him think of the people who had died or lost loved ones because he’d been too scared to say no to Prowl. Overlord made him think of Pipes and Rewind and Chromedome and Lockstock and Lancet, but one face—Drift’s face—kept crowding out all the others. It had been here, in his office, that they’d had their last proper conversation.

“An inquiry?” Drift stood in the doorway, looking incredulous. “An inquiry?”

Rodimus dragged him inside and locked the door. “I had to do something! People were asking questions! And what do you do if you want to stall things? You launch an inquiry.” He slumped into his chair. “An inquiry into something I’m responsible for. Oh god. Oh god, I feel sick. I’ve messed up big time.”

“I can sort this out, Rodimus. Honestly, I can fix this.”

“This is my fault, not yours. We were standing in Prowl’s office, and he was trying to convince me that bringing Overlord onboard was ‘right and proper’, and you called me an idiot for even considering it.”

“Was I that blunt?”

“I don’t know why he even let you in on those discussions in the first place. It’s not like he trusts you.”

“I’ll tell you exactly why he wanted me there: it was in case something like this happened. Need a scapegoat? Get an ex-Decepticon.”

“Well it’s not gonna happen. I’m taking the fall for this one. Your name doesn’t have to come into it. It’s taken you years to win back people’s trust, and you’re not throwing it all away on my behalf.”

“Rodimus, if you tell the crew what you’ve done, then that’s it. The quest’s over. We’ll never find the Knights.”

“No, it just means someone else will take over. You, maybe? Ratchet? I dunno. Someone.”

“But someone doesn’t take over!” Rodimus looked up sharply. “’Doesn’t’?”

“Won’t.”

“You said ‘doesn’t.’ What d’you mean, ‘doesn’t’?”

“It’s hard to explain what I mean.” Drift unclipped his Great Sword and placed it on the desk. “You remember when I nearly died, back on Cybertron? I was within feet of Vector Sigma.”

“Yes…” said Rodimus slowly, unsure where this was going.

“When I put this sword through my spark, I saw something.”

“What, like a vision?”

“Kind of. More a sense of how things would play out. It was abstract and it was fleeting, and every time I call it to mind it becomes harder to interpret, but something is around the corner, Rodimus—and a year from now, or 50 years from now, that something will arrive, and we won’t be able to stop it unless we find the Knights. And I don’t care if you think, ‘Oh, that’s just Drift being Drift,’ because I’m convinced that you need to remain in charge. People can come and go—they can die—but you have to be here, otherwise we will fail. And so the simple solution—the only solution—is that I take the blame for this.”

“I won’t let you do this for me.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for everyone else.”

[tenten-shi]

"Moon is a good sister" is a common sentiment in the rain world community. To be honest, i have never seen a single post that talks about her in a critical way. That made me decide to share my observations and thoughts on why i think she is not a good big sister.

I'll start off saying that i like Moon with all her issues and quirks. If you are a fan of Moon, and consider any post that criticizes her "an attack" on your favorite character, please do not interact with this post. Discussions and additions are welcomed.

The main topic that needs to be addressed is her behavior in the situation with Pebbles (all the way from Spearmaster to Saint). Was Moon a good sister or was it just a facade?

The reason why she calls herself that way

It is stated in the Light Blue Industrial Complex broadcast that Moon chose the name Big Sister Moon because of her seniority status above Five Pebbles.

Evidently, Moon openly presents herself as his older sister both inside the local group, as well as outside of it.

Her attitude towards Five Pebbles

Moon doesn't know a whole lot about Pebbles, aside from his mental state that she learns about through the received neuronflies. The gifts from Pebbles' structure are not something she minds at all, on the contrary this behavior is encouraged.

In Rivulet's campaign, she reassures the slugcat to not make his situation worse by bringing her new neurons.

Still, she continues to accept them without any protest.

For the first time after their long separation Moon sees Pebbles only after the end of Rivulet's campaign. If the player visits him again after finishing the main story, they can see new projections showing the two playing some board game.

It is unknown whether they have talked to each other or not. But If i had to guess, their conversation must've ended shortly, turning into a silent game.

During Saint's campaign Moon doesn't express any interest in Pebbles nor does she try to see his state for herself. Her overseers do not spawn in Silent Construct and his collapsed chamber. The only way for her to discover that he's alive is by bringing his Music Pearl.

Her reaction indicates that she hasn't checked on him for a long time for unspecified reasons.

Was Moon a good big sister for him?

The situation between them can seem complex and confusing. It's hard to tell who's truly right or wrong.

I'll pose an analogy:

Imagine Pebbles getting a hold of a grenade. Moon is standing in close proximity. She doesn't make any attempts to see what he's got in his hands or what his plans are. He pulls the pin out, still holding the safety lever. He keeps slowly loosening his grip on it, putting Moon's life in danger, as well as his own. Moon tries to talk to Pebbles, disrupting his focus. When Pebbles almost lets go off of the lever and tries to throw the explosive away, Moon stops him. The grenade goes off, Pebbles gets heavily injured and Moon ends up in a coma.

Would a responsible older sister beat around the bush for so long in a situation that is threatening to not just her but also her younger brother? Obviously, no.

Moon is not a good sister, she's only trying to present herself as one. She's created a semblance of a great big sis, when in reality she's unsuccessful at that.

She wasn't

Did Moon have her chance to stop him before everything has gotten out of control? Yes. Suns brings up exactly that in one of the broadcasts, pointing out her seniority privilege.

Moon did not care about Pebbles' endeavors or interests. She's noticed the problem only when it had put at risk her own life.

Even after she has acknowledged the deadly danger, she kept on stalling. She wanted to talk to Pebbles and "shake him out of it".

As if what Pebbles is doing does not pose any danger at all. As if Pebbles is some disobedient, naughty puppy, whom, once scolded, is going to settle down. It feels like she looks down on him. She cannot imagine Pebbles doing something serious and important, therefore it must be easy to make him stop whatever it is that he's doing. If Moon legitimately was a good sister, she would've immediately stopped him and only then tried to talk.

Besides, Moon has demonstrated an odd demeanor towards Pebbles in the final Rivulet broadcast. At first her words sounded like something a genuinely good sister could say. But that shifts after Moon, almost jokingly, says how protective she is as his Big Sis. When in reality everything points at her carelessness.

Of course people could say that she's just excessively kind. But even if she was acting out of goodness of her heart, she's made a mistake. Instead of understanding and accepting Pebbles' personhood, she treated him only as her little brother and nothing more.

In conclusion, Moon's attempt to keep the face of a wonderful sister has led to a catastrophe, proving that she has failed as a Big Sister.

[malfiora]

Good Enough

Bruce probably wasn't meant to hear it, but his heart squeezes all the same. His fingers clutch at his chest and his throat works around the lump suddenly lodged in it.

"I'll have to ask my dad," Dick had said. The words belong to another child, one Bruce has never met. But that voice – its tone, its warmth, its certainty – is Dick. Undeniably, unmistakably Dick. He's talking to one of his teachers (Mr. Mather, he recalls only because he had to deal with Dick's insistence that his biology teacher be called Ms. Sciencer for weeks) and he grins when he spots Bruce stalled by the door. "Oh, speak of the devil."

Bruce stumbles his way through a conversation about Dick's exceptional grades and aptitude for abstract concepts and how he has real potential as a mathlete, but his brain is humming with wordless excitement at the word "dad" and eager to hear it tickle the air again. He floats on that feeling all the way home, even elongating their return to tell Alfred to pull over at that fast food joint Dick likes, the one with the milkshakes.

And then he crashes. Dick disappears into his room to allegedly do homework (Bruce is eighty-five percent sure he's actually hopping onto his computer to IM Barbara Gordon), and with him vanishes the warmth of being considered a father. Left in its wake is a coldness injecting nausea into his gut.

He can't be a – he doesn't know how to – when did Dick even – and why him? The past three years flash by in reverse: Dick dancing through a spray of bullets, tears streaming from Dick's mask as he watched Batman fall from a snapped line just like they did, Dick standing proudly before a mirror in his brand new costume, a gleam of murderous intent staring up at him, a broken boy swallowed up in an EMT's blanket while his world lay shattered at his feet. What has he done? How could he think that drawing this bright kid into his dark roost was a good idea? And now Dick thinks of him as a father figure – it's too late to go back, isn't it?

He isn't John Grayson, will never be, doesn't want to try. He hears the whispers among polite society speculating why he won't adopt Dick, but none of them come close to the truth. It's rooted in fear (inaction always is). Fear that he'll be seen as the fraud he is, and then Dick will leave and regret ever calling him "dad."

He's not even Thomas Wayne, not for lack of trying. His memories of the man are faded around the edges but he knows he devoted himself completely to any and all that he loved: his career, his wife, his son. Thomas Wayne didn't do anything by halves. But Bruce Wayne is constantly torn – one foot planted in civilian domesticity fumbling his way through raising a child, the other firm in Gotham's underbelly hellbent on redeeming the damned while keeping his kid partner safe from the danger that he throws him into in the first place.

"Sir," Alfred calls, his voice soft. "If you're done drilling a hole through the carpet with your eyes, I've put tea on."

Bruce blinks and looks up at Alfred. "Tea sounds great, Alfred."

He plods after Alfred and into the tearoom. Alfred deftly sets out cups, saucers, and bowls of cream and sugar before pouring the fresh brew. Bruce murmurs a "thanks" before sipping his. Alfred lowers himself into the seat opposite his at the small table.

"Master Dick seems to be doing well at the Academy," Alfred says. "I can't imagine that that caused your dour mood."

Those who call Batman the world's greatest detective just haven't met Alfred. "Dick called me 'dad' today," he explains calmly. "Not to my face. I overheard him say it to his teacher."

Alfred hums. "Could mean nothing."

That's...true. Dick may have used the term as shorthand. "Dad" is easier to say than "legal guardian" and more specific and personal than "Bruce." It could have been a Freudian slip, Dick's mind supplying him with a cognitive shortcut subconsciously. Bruce sets his tea down and stares into the liquid.

"Or," Alfred presses on (Bruce hates the way his heart lifts a little), "he is starting to see you – us – as his family." Alfred sips and watches him.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he admits after a while. "Alfred, I'm not – Dick deserves so much better than –"

When it's clear that Bruce won't finish the sentence, Alfred clears his throat gently. "If I may, I'd like to share a secret with you." Bruce nods. "There was a time that I considered leaving you."

Bruce's eyes widen. "What?"

Alfred nods. "I thought that after your parents, I was the last person who should raise a child, especially one who needed his world put back together. Surely the Kanes would have made better surrogates. Perhaps a foster if a suitable one could be found." He smirked. "I almost considered the Queens before that awful accident."

The blood is rushing in Bruce's ears. Alfred, his most loyal and longest friend, had wanted to leave him? "What changed?"

Alfred takes another sip, contemplates. "I don't think anything has. Everyday I wonder if I made the right choice. If I am being selfish staying in your life simply because I love you too much to let you go."

Again, Bruce's chest squeezes. Alfred, his Alfred, has the exact same fear. That somehow he'll fail his charge, will lose him. And all this time, Bruce has never considered going anywhere, can't imagine his life without Alfred in it. Maybe – is that how Dick feels? That Bruce is his? God, if that's true then...then Bruce as he is just has to be good enough. Because he's not going to let Dick go.

"My son," he says, testing the word. It tastes sweeter than the tea on his tongue.

[gayaristocrat]

Big Booty!Steve Harrington has M/N well trained. He'll text him in the middle of class to come meet him in an empty restroom and he obediently does so and gets on his knees to eat Steve's giant ass.

• One thing everyone knew about Steve is that he was a very demanding boyfriend and M/n was going to do any and everything Steve wanted at the drop of a hat.

• So imagine the group’s reaction to Steve managing to bag such a golden retriever boy like M/n. Steve demanded so much and M/n just happily gives. Some say it’s unhealthy, but that’s the way Steve and M/n like their relationship.

• Nancy would always ask why he would even stay with Steve, and M/n always said that if Steve was happy, then he was happy. But Eddie always joked around telling Steve that M/n ‘is such a good boy for being so obedient’

• And today was just another prime example as to how demanding Steve could be, even if they were in class.

M/n was in the middle of class when he felt his phone vibrate, letting him know he got a text from someone. Taking it out of his pocket he saw it was Steve and instantly got happy, but was confused by what Steve said.

❤️Steve❤️: Meet me in the bathroom ASAP!

M/n: But babe, I’m in class

❤️Steve❤️: Bathroom. Now! Not asking again

M/n was going to respond again to tell him ok, but before he could, Steve sent him another text. Not just any regular text, but an image of Steve’s bare ass with him looking down at the camera with sunglasses on and a black tank top (like the picture above). M/N quickly turned his phone off looking around praying that nobody saw and swallowed hard, his face felt hot as he felt his pants tighten.

As soon as M/n got permission he got up leaving class and quickly made his way to the bathroom Steve directed him to go. It was the one that was in the farthest corner of the school building and people rarely there anymore, so it’s a great opportunity for people to fuck or makeout in which gave all the more reason for people to avoid it.

As soon as M/n entered the empty restroom he was greeted by Steve leaning against the sink, arms crossed and only wearing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, tank top, and white converse. Steve still had on his sunglasses that didn’t nothing but add on to his ‘douche-fratbro’ aesthetic.

As Steve heard the footsteps, he looks up and sees that M/n finally did as he was told. Letting out a silent laugh at how easily it was to get him here, he points his head in the direction of an empty stall and walks inside. M/n quietly obeyed and felt his heart rate spike at the view of Steve’s juicy ass being held by his boxer briefs, each globe displaying its thickness with the way it jiggles as he walks.

When they both get in the stall, Steve removes his sunglasses and hangs them on the neck of his shirt, locking the stall door behind him.

“Get on your knees?” He questions, but M/n knew it was more of a statement than a question. Steve took off his underwear and tossed them to an unknown corner of the stall as you get into position.

Steve then stepped in front of M/n, leaning over he grabbed the back of M/n’s head as he turned around and looked down at him.

“I haven’t shaved my ass in a few weeks, but it’s not like you care anyways.” Steve stated in a smug matter-of-fact tone before enveloping his ass on M/n’s face. M/n started running his tongue up and down the tight twitching hole, feeling the hair on Steve’s ass on his nose. Steve rolls his head back and moaned breathlessly at his boyfriend’s actions

“Played basketball in gym today, didn’t have time to shower” He says short and swiftly.

Steve finally moves away, allowing M/n to catch his breath before going again. “You better take a deep breath, I’m not letting you up for a while”

Steve pulls apart his fat cheeks and pushes himself against M/n’s face again, Steve then rests his hands on his knees so he can apply more pressure against M/n’s face. He was trapped between the cold tile wall against his head and Steve’s ass and his mind began to get foggy. He grabs Steve’s fuzzy cheeks in each hand wanting to taste more of Steve’s slightly salty hole. Steve groaned feeling the wet muscle wiggle and lap inside and around his hole, he started to slowly bounce on the other males’ face.

Steve didn’t care what anyone says about him and M/n’s relationship. Yes Steve admits that he’s pretty demanding and always gets what he wants, but M/n was never one to complain about it. And they’d never change it for anything or anyone

[ninjakk]

Hey!!

I recently saw someone claim that Wei Wuxian was starved of conversation on his journey to Yiling with Lan Wangji and Wen Ning and so board he needed to chat to people before they ascend the mountain. I hadn't really noticed this until it was mentioned. What do you think of that scene?

I love your meta and fics btw. You use your understanding of the novel in your writing and it's just *chef's kiss*

Hi anon 👋🏻

Personally, I've not seen any comments regarding the above - but we can certainly look at the text in question 😊

Let's take a look at the scene in question:

Several days later, they arrived in Yiling.

The Burial Mounds were less than five kilometers ahead of this small town. Although they didn’t know exactly what awaited them there, Wei Wuxian had a feeling it wasn’t anything good. But Lan Wangji was right by his side, his gait steady, his gaze cool. Wei Wuxian had never been one with any sense of crisis to begin with, and with the way Lan Wangji looked, he was even less likely to get nervous at all.

Passing through the small town of Yiling, he was awash in the sounds of the local accent. It was invigorating and incomparably endearing. While he wasn’t planning on buying anything, he couldn’t help but strike up conversations in the local dialect with the street vendors. Only after he’d had his fill of socializing did he get down to business.

“Hanguang-jun, you remember this town, right?”

7S translation

So the scene opens with WWX gushing over how safe and happy he feels around LWJ. He's just so thankful to have someone by his side, someone he can fully depend on and is there for him, should he need it. This very much echoes his thoughts from when they began their descent from the Cloud Recesses, at the start of their journey here. For someone nearing the place he met such a gruesome end at previously, he seems incredibly content and calm - all thanks to LWJ. So straight away, we are reminded of how WWX feels around the other man. It's there for a reason, to set the scene. WWX is relaxed and enjoying himself because he's with LWJ.

They have just arrived in a city he is very familiar with. It's the place he both lived as an orphan and frequented as a man while residing at the burial mounds. He is surrounded by the accent of his "home" for the first time in over 13 years and it's making him feel sentimental. I also think it's a great parallel between when WWX finally visits Lotus Pier in the coming chapters and how desolate and subdued the place has become since JC became sect leader.

I think the above reaction is very normal considering the emotional impact it obviously had on him. WWX has already stated on numerous occasions that LWJ makes him happy and he enjoys his company, but he's also very sociable and likes to look around markets and chat with vendors - there's even a scene in the novel which states as such and many other examples. Although WWX is running around chatting and exploring the stalls, LWJ is still by his side. Doing so does not subtract from his obvious enjoyment of having LWJ's unwavering presence.

We see more than enough evidence that WWX happily chats to LWJ and that he, in turn, even responds and asks questions also. There seems to be this mind-boggling misconception that LWJ literally doesn't speak, and if he does he's like some caveman that can't communicate effectively, when it's the exact opposite. LWJ talks when necessary and is very succinct with his words - he's a true gentleman of their time. Of course, in comparison to WWX, he's much less chatty - but when he does talk it's sincere and relevant. WWX loves this about him! He's also an incredible listener and doesn't miss a single thing WWX says, which WWX also appreciates! Hardly anyone listens to all his ramblings and holds them all so dearly!

It's funny, because although WWX chats to anyone and everyone, it's obvious he enjoys conversing with LWJ the most. He treasures the fact they are on the same wavelength and understand each other implicitly 🥰

Aww! Thank you so much anon! I'm glad you are enjoying my meta and fics ❤️

I hope I managed to answer your question! Have a lovely day 😘

[nadvs]

(sends self ask to write alternate ending blurb for watch and learn where reader ends up with blake) (lots of hurt!) (no comfort!)

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alternate sad ending to watch and learn series. based on this ask! takes place the day they’re at the beach in part eight

When Blake kisses you, everything you’ve been waiting and hoping for falls into place. His lips fit against yours perfectly, his hands hold your hips under the water so sweetly, and when you pull back, his smile melts your heart.

He’s slow and gentle with every move, making time stop.

When you’re back on the shore, he puts a warm, heavy arm around you, unafraid of showing you affection and claiming you in public. Unafraid of everything Rafe refuses to give you.

Conversation flows easy now, surely because he’s not shy about if you like him anymore. Now that he’s out of his shell, he’s even sweeter and funnier than you realized.

When Blake drops you off at your dorm, he turns off his car and takes a deep, shaky breath. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he smooths his hands over his legs.

“I wanted to tell you that I really like you,” he says. “And I’m sorry if I’m coming out of left-field here, but would you… do you want to be my girlfriend maybe?”

His nervousness is so damn endearing. This is what you’ve been missing with Rafe. Unashamed affection and a desire to commit. You breathe a happy yes and kiss him.

You’re in the shower when Rafe calls your name. You open the stall door with a confused expression, noticing how sad he looks, asking him what’s wrong.

He has already seen you naked so many times, but you hide behind the door. He can’t have this access to you anymore.

Rafe tries to push into the shower, desperate for one last time with you, but when your wet hand pushes against his chest, he swears he hears his heart break.

“We can’t do this anymore,” you tell him. “I’m with Blake.”

You think that if Rafe has any opportunity to tell you that he feels something deeper for you, now’s the time. But he just scoffs angrily, brows furrowing, shaking his head in disbelief.

By his reaction, you’re sure he’s just annoyed he can’t have great, easy sex with his neighbor anymore.

Rafe goes to the frat party that night, disgusted by the sight of you at Blake’s side. He’s grateful that a girl strikes up a conversation with him and he takes her home, fucking her the way you taught him to.

Eventually, though, he grows selfish and hasty in bed again once he realizes sex with someone he doesn’t feel connected to is empty.

Blake is overjoyed when you ask him to the Sadie Hawkins formal. Rafe doesn’t attend. But he sees the photo of you two together on Instagram and he wants to punch a wall.

You should have expected Rafe to be an asshole again after you stopped fucking around with him. You try to joke around with him every so often, but he always meets you with aloofness. You eventually give up.

You don’t know he’s so frigid because he’s dying inside watching you be happy with someone else.

He’s back to being loud in his dorm again, no matter how many times you text him to stop. You eventually tell the resident advisor who has to give him a warning.

Although he’s typically the loud one, Rafe hears you through your wall sometimes. He’s in agony when he hears the pretty laugh and sexy moans he used to earn. Someone else is making you do that now.

In a twisted way, he hopes you’re trying to make him jealous when you’re groaning in pleasure while you fuck Blake.

But it’s wishful thinking. Because you’ve genuinely written Rafe off and are falling for Blake, who’s sweet and sincere and kind to you.

Rafe moves into the frat house the next semester. He can’t even be happy that you don’t share a wall with him anymore because you’re always around.

Blake constantly has his arm draped around you. Rafe must hate himself, because he sometimes imagines you being like that with him. Being his girlfriend. He’d try the relationship thing with you if you wanted him.

But you don’t.

The spring camping trip is supposed to be frat brothers only. Of course you’re there, though. Blake wants you around all the time and he encourages the guys to bring their girls, too.

Everyone’s seated surrounding the bonfire the last evening of the trip and Rafe watches you on Blake’s lap, the flames shadowing and highlighting your beautiful features. What he’d give to kiss you one more time.

“You warm enough, baby?” Blake asks you. Rafe is seething. He used to call you baby. You don’t even seem to notice or give a fuck.

“Freezing. Hug me better,” you tease, smiling as he wraps his arms around you tighter.

Rafe has had too much to drink by the time the fire dies down. Everyone starts to retire to their cabins, but he catches you alone under the moonlight.

The feeling of his hand around your wrist makes the memories of your tryst come rushing back. He was such a good lover.

But you got what you wanted from each other. You have amazing sex with Blake because you learned how to be direct and confident in bed with Rafe.

“Hey,” he mutters lowly.

“What?” you ask, expecting his usual frigidity.

“Why’d you pick him?” He’s slurring.

“What?”

“It’s a simple question,” he replies.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” you tell him.

“Blake. Why’d you pick him? Why not…” He screws his lips together. “Me?”

“You?” you say, in disbelief. “For what? A relationship?”

Your tone cuts through him. Like the thought of loving him is so fucking crazy.

“You’re drunk,” you say with a laugh, twisting out of his grip.

“Tell me,” Rafe says.

“Rafe,” you mutter. He misses your voice saying his name. “Is this a sick joke? You told me at least a million times you don’t want a girlfriend. You’re losing it, buddy.”

“Don’t call me that,” he says through gritted teeth. Buddy. It’s so damn condescending. So far from what you once shared.

“What do I call you?” you reply. “A friend? You went back to treating me like shit once we stopped fucking, remember?”

“Because I was…” He steps back. Hot tears sprout out of his eyes without warning and he angrily wipes them away with the heels of his hands.

You’re taken aback to see him like this. To know you have this effect on him.

“I can treat you better,” Rafe says. “I can make you happier than he does.” In reality, he’s not sure at all if he can compete with Blake.

But he’d kill himself trying if you’d let him. He can see it in your eyes that you won’t.

The fact that he’s crying weakens the animosity you have for him a little bit. You decide to be totally honest.

“You had a chance,” you tell him. Rafe meets your eyes, his gaze hollow.

“You would’ve picked me?” he asks. Answering that feels almost like some form of cheating. So, you don’t.

“Listen, I love Blake,” you say. “And a relationship is a great thing if you open yourself up to it. You can find someone who can make you happy. I genuinely hope you do.”

Rafe huffs and brushes past you. You could make him happy. But he’ll never know that happiness.

He wishes he was drunk enough to forget this tomorrow. He’s not. He’s doomed to keep watching you walk around with his heart, breaking it every time he sees you and thinks about what could have been.

[gliphyartfan]

your recent mafia au got me thinking. With halloween right around the corner, I'm curious to know how the chain would do on halloween after finally being reunited with reader. Would they go trick or treating? Go to or a have a halloween party? Have a scary movie marathon? They definitely would be excited to see reader in a costume, probably even try to match 😄 hope you have a good halloween 🎃 gliphy

Hope you have a happy spooky time too!

Hmmmmm had to think on this for a while

The Mafia Chain wouldn’t exactly go trick-or-treating, kinda can’t given they are…well Mafia.

But there’s no way they’d let Reader miss out on the fun.

(Plus it’s mean more memories made with their darling ya know. )

Maybe they take a spin on the tradition, where they orchestrate a lavish Halloween street party, shutting down part of the town for “security reasons” (though really, they just want to control the scene and since the territory closest to their home is safest? Not like the people living there would care about what the people who do more than cops do.)

They’d definitely make sure the streets are filled with decorated stalls, spooky lights, and candy stands so they can walk around with reader and enjoy the night together.

Wild. Four, and Wind would absolutely sneak away to join the kids for some trick-or-treating action, or rather Reader suggested they do that and they happily followed along to act as their “distraction” while they grab the best candies~

Of course, Warriors and Twilight would follow, trying to keep them out of trouble (and failing. miserably. but laughing about it.)

Meanwhile, Time and Legend would remain at the center of the party, to keep track of everyone, but also more than happy to show off their costumes with reader. probably something classic, refined, and flattering.

Sky and Hyrule would help keep the event running smoothly, subtly making sure everything stays perfect, all while stealing glances at reader in their costume.

And given that they probably have their inside men in the force patrolling the area, no chance of the street party being shut down!

Moving on!

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If they decided on a private party, they would most definitely throw a Halloween party, a grand, mafia style event, where everyone is dressed to impress.

Reader would be the highlight of the night, no matter what costume they chose. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now, matching costumes?

The absolute joy they'd get out of matching with reader cannot be understated. Whether it's sophisticated and dark, playful and spooky, or elegant and fantasy, they'd all be vying for reader's attention, secretly hoping their costume combo stands out the most.

The Chain would throw in every effort to ensure reader felt included and adored, and they'd take great pride in matching, each of them holding onto that sense of togetherness after so long apart.

Time would insist on matching costumes, something a bit dark and classy like a vampire lord with reader as his elegant vampiress, both dripping with sophistication and mystery. He would hover close to reader’s side all night, using any excuse to keep his arm around them.

Time might not show it outwardly, but he’s positively thrilled to be by their side again, and this night would be his way of celebrating that.

Legend would take a more playful approach, maybe convincing reader to go with a theme like ghost hunters or a dynamic duo from old horror films.

He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing reader so lively and happy in their costume would melt his usually standoffish demeanor. He’d tease them constantly throughout the night but would also make sure they stay close, pulling them into photos and conversations with that subtle smirk of his.

Wild would go all out on the costume front (I mean he’s an outfit fanatic during his journey and that follows him no matter what. So says I)

even if it’s just an excuse to see reader in something cute. He’d push for something fun and adventurous, maybe a fantasy-themed costume like a knight and a princess, or even something totally random like an iconic horror duo. If he has Majora’s Mask, he’ll definitely use that. (To Time’s exasperation)

But make no mistake, he would absolutely fawn over reader the moment he sees them, telling them how amazing they look. His eyes would practically glow when they finally match his energy in costume.

Warriors would go for something elegant but with an edge, a suave prohibition era mobster look that complements reader’s stunning costume.

He would shamelessly flirt with reader the entire night, likely offering his arm as he winks, “You know, we could conquer the world together.” There’s a mix of possessiveness and affection in the way he sticks close to reader, enjoying the evening but always keeping an eye on anyone who might try to approach them.

Twilight would likely pick something a bit rugged but undeniably charming, maybe a lone werewolf paired with reader’s mystical witch or something similar. Or he’d go all homely with just rancher style. (Or maybe he’d get a custom made outfit of his old rancher clothes. He’d love the idea of Reader wearing an Ordonian style outfit along with him)

He’s more subtle about his excitement, but reader would catch him watching them with those soft, almost longing eyes as they move through the party. When no one is looking, he’d pull them aside for quiet moments together, placing a hand at the small of their back while admiring them.

Hyrule might pick something like dark fairytale characters, enchanted but with a spooky twist. While he would try to remain composed, his face would give away how enchanted he is by reader’s costume. He’d be stuck in this constant state of awe, keeping close and helping them with anything they need, making sure their night is nothing short of magical (pun intended). He’d smile a little too hard when reader leaned into his side during the night. (Maybe use some of his magic to scare the kiddos wandering around)

Sky would go for something dreamy, maybe suggesting they dress as characters from a fantasy romance, like a noble knight and their beloved, or something with whimsical elegance. He’s a romantic not matter what.

He’d spend the entire evening doting on reader, sneaking soft compliments about how stunning they are, while enjoying every second of being close to them. He’d suggest they dance at some point, perhaps a slow, romantic waltz under the glow of the party lights.

Four might not outwardly say it, he would love matching costumes. His choice would lean toward something subtle and coordinated, like characters from a fairy tale or folklore that connected to his background or a more classic pairing. He’d be delighted if reader chose something matching without him asking, feeling a quiet sense of pride as they walked together, his heart warming every time someone noticed.

And if anyone flirted with reader or tried to steal their attention, Four would silently position himself between them, guiding reader back with a slight but unmistakable possessiveness. His quiet, intense focus would make it clear to anyone watching that he had no intention of letting anyone come between him and reader, especially not on a night like this.

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Now if the Chain did manage to have a quiet night in (after ensuring that everything was secure and all potential dangers were far away), a scary movie marathon would be on the table. Reader would curl up with a blanket on the couch, and soon enough, the Chain would join them, turning the cozy night into a cuddle pile.

Wild and Wind would be the instigators, immediately throwing pillows around and getting everyone to relax.

Hyrule would sit at reader’s feet or close to their side, finding comfort in simply being near them. Four would join him.

Twilight would definitely steal the spot right next to reader, wrapping his arm around them, pulling them into his side for extra warmth.

Warriors and Legend would also stick close, trying to act casual but secretly thrilled to be near reader.

Throughout the night, there would be subtle touches, Sky handing reader popcorn, Time placing a blanket over their shoulders when the night gets colder.

The atmosphere would shift from spooky to soft, (and probably back to spooky if Reader is a horror fanatic) each of them finding an excuse to be near reader, their hearts light with the warmth of finally having them back.

By the end, reader would be snuggled right in the middle of the Chain, surrounded by warmth and affection as the night came to a peaceful close.

[viradeity]

Goddamn Azriel Shadowsinger.

summary: Just another night of Azriel being hot.

azriel x reader

A/N: Azriel coming in hot.

anon: I'm asking this through DM's, but we need Azriel just being Azriel in a fic!

WARNING: suggestive

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Walking up the stairs and into the town house, you leaned more into your mate, his arm around your waist. You looked up at him, he smirked down at you.

"Like what you see?" he asked. You scoffed.

"You know I do."

He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips. You let the kiss last a little longer, because you cherished these precious moments with him. Not to mention, he was a great kisser. After breaking away, he opened the door, and you were quickly greeted by the sounds of chatter, of the weekly dinner party.

Making your way into the dining room, everyone was already there. You spot your brother, "Hi Rhyssie!" you laugh out. Then, you turn your attention to your favorite sister-in-law, Feyre.

"Hi Y/n," she says, and brings you into a hug.

After your little greeting, you say hi to everyone at the table. Then, you sit besides Azriel, who's currently having a chat with Cassian. You were honestly tired from your mission the other day with Azriel, so you weren't paying that much attention, until your favorite food came out.

You looked up at Rhysand with a shocked face. You knew him and Feyre always planned out the meals at the dinners.

"What? he asked, "Consider it a gift for doing well on your mission."

Deciding not to stall any longer, you dug in. Suddenly, you felt a tug on the bond. Woah, woah, not even you eat me up that fast.

You then had a huge coughing fit, "Azriel!" you said hitting him lightly.

He just looked at you, "Sorry, angel."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------After dinner, everyone was perched around in the sitting room. You were falling asleep on Azriel's shoulder as he was engaged in a conversation.

Sleep engulfed you, just after you felt Azriel give you a kiss on your head and whisper, "Goodnight, angel."

[the-forbidden-pookie]

Little blunder

College AU

Tw: SFW, can be read as gender neutral tho written with a fem reader in mind, fluff.

Pairing: Dan Heng x Reader.

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You pull up in front of the apartment complex and slowly get off your bike. You take out your phone, swipe past the 99+ notifications from every group chat you're in and go straight to Dan Heng's contact.

The last messages there were "Hey, I think I have a crush on someone and need advice" and his reply, "wanna talk about it after tutoring tomorrow?"

You type "Here", then quickly make your way up the stairs. With any luck, he's just woken up -today was his day off- and still hasn't seen any messages about this morning's... fiasco.

You reach his apartment door just as he unlocks it, probably after he heard you approach, and give him a quick greeting, closing the door behind you as you enter.

"So," he starts, "should we focus on History or Chinese literature today?" He asks, still under the impression you're here for your regular tuesday afternoon tutoring sessions. Then... He doesn't know yet. Ok, that's good.

"Actually..." You start slowly, gathering your courage to just be done with it. Come on, I can do this! You think, attempting to pump yourself up. "I'm here to borrow something" You lie instead... Hm. Maaaaybe I can't do this ...

"Of course you are," An eye roll. "what do you need this time? A dictionary? A calculator? Or am I a living dictionary, calculator, and thesaurus all in one?" Had things been normal you would've probably laughed.

"Well you see..." You glance around his apartment nervously, and say the first thing that comes to mind. "I kinda need your dish washer?" You try, and proceed to mentally facepalm. Really?! His dishwasher?!

He narrows his eyes in clear confusion. "You need... my dish washer?" He repeats. "What do you want a dish washer for? You don't even cook?" He sighs.

"If you're planning on borrowing stuff that's mine, then just ask. No need to make stupid excuses like needing my dish washer, of all things. I am your friend, you know that, right?"

"Ahahaha the school population might disagree at the moment." You reply nervously.

"..." He gives you another confused look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You take a deep breath. "Soooo you know how I've been volunteering to help out the broadcasting club? With equipment maintenance and such?"

He nodded, though now he just looks more confused.

"Right um, about a month ago, I found a club member crying alone after a bad breakup... To comfort him I told him he was a great guy, that anybody would be lucky to-"

"Didn't you already tell me all that?" He interrupted quickly, probably sensing you were still stalling.

"Right, right, just making sure you remember." You answer smoothly enough.

"So anyways, that guy may or may not have asked me out for the school dance?" You pause, gauging his reaction, but he turned his usual pokerface back on, and it gives away nothing.

"Uh? Congratulations?" Realizing he won't say anything more, you move on for now. "No, no. I didn't agree or anything," you say quickly. "Instead I uh, may have rejected him by saying I have a boyfriend, and when he insisted I was lying, I maaaaayyyyyy havesaiditwasyou?" You rush through the last part as your nerves get the best of you.

"..." There's silence in the room as Dan Heng stares at you, processing what you'd just said. He swallows and takes a deep breath. "You. Did. What?" His words are measured.

"I panicked? I'm sorry!"

"Panic led you to name-drop me as your non-existent boyfriend?" He asks with a hint of irritation.

"Well that's because I was thinking about you-" You say before you could think better of it, and by the time your hand slaps your mouth shut it was already too late.

A small smile spreads across his face. The first unguarded reaction you'd seen him make since the beginning of this conversation. "Really?" He asks. "Did you... did I happen to cross your mind as you rejected that person?" He looks at you, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

You blush. HARD. "Well- I- I mean! Yes! of course because-" You think of a quick lie "-because I needed to return your..." You slide your hand into your pocket, pull out the first thing you find, a chewing gum packet he'd given you the day before and say "The- This...?" You end Lamely.

He shakes his head, smiling. "Nice try," he says, "but there's something else on your mind. You're bad at lying." He puts his hands on his waist and smirks.

"Now, tell me the truth. Why did you name me?"

You sigh, utterly defeated... As expected of Dan Heng "Well, I guess I wanted to ask you out to the school dance? I- I've been meaning to finally tell you today but then that guy came out of nowhere and asked me to go with him and I just- welp." You shrug.

He raises a brow "Wait... am I... your crush?" He asks, not believing the question. "It's me, isn't it? Huh." He tilts his head, a bit confused and amused.

"But... why? Why would you be into me? I'm literally the definition of a nerd," he says while glancing over to his desk, cluttered with books and his gaming build.

You jump at the opportunity to tease him "What's this Dan Heng? Are you fishing for compliments?" You ask slyly, hoping to make him blush so it wouldn't be just you.

His ears immediately turn red. "No, I'm serious," he says, "Why me?" He looks at you with a puzzled look, then says, "I mean, I'm flattered, but I don't get it. Out of all the boys in class, why me? Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he chuckles.

A small win for me! He went blushy blushy! You giggle to yourself. "Well what's there not to like? You're always there for me, be it calling me first thing in the morning to make sure I'm awake for classes or tutoring me so I understand the material, you even cook extra portions of food for me because I am not um... adept in the kitchen. Like how thoughtful is that? Honestly how could I possibly not fall for you?" By now you've completely run out of breath.

Dan Heng's cheeks are flushed pink. I can die happy now "Y-You... you're actually serious?" He asks, feeling a wave of relief and joy wash over him. "Because I... I feel the same about you. You're so... you're the sweetest, kindest, most considerate person I've ever met, (Y/N). You're always helping people, even in things completely unrelated to your own life... I mean, broadcasting equipment maintenance? You had to learn a completely new skill just to help them with that."

He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying himself, then continued.

"And... I just have this feeling whenever I'm with you, my heartbeat quickens and my stomach turns in a flutter. Do you... do you feel the same?" This was probably the most honest and vulnerable he's ever been with you.

You smile brightly. "Yes! And I'm ecstatic you do too!!!"

He smiles as well and nods. "When's the dance, again?" He asks. "And how should we tell our friends that we're dating, now that I've said yes to your... confession?"

"If it even is called a confession?" He mumbles in amusement.

"Ah yeah about that..." You smile sheepishly, debating how to break this one to him.

"What... what is it, (Y/N)?" He tilts his head in curiosity. "Tell me. I don't bite," he teases.

"Sooo, remember how this whole thing started in the broadcasting room? Remember how March uhhh... Sometimes forgets the mic open?"

Dan Heng's eyes widen. "No way."

"Hahah... Yeahhhh." You fish your phone out of your back pack, unlock it and pick a random group chat. Sure enough, the chosen conversation topic is still the "Broadcasted failure of a confession LMAO!!" You hand him your phone, let him scroll through the messages, knowing he probably doesn't bother to even join most of these group chats.

"Huh," he starts, "aren't they being a bit... Harsh on this gu- wait." His eyes narrowed. "What does Jing Yuan mean by 'he was being a total creep??'" he asks alarmed, now looking at you.

"Ehh that might be an exaggeration? He probably means how the guy wouldn't take no for an answer, it's kinda why I had to lie in the first place, I mean I was being considerate at first but he really wouldn't let up... Huh now that I think about it, maybe Jing Yuan's right. "

Dan Heng didn't seem to like that one bit.

"You know what? I'm actually fine with the broadcast thing," He replied coolly. "If more people knew about my feelings for you, then that's great. As long as they know you're dating me now."

"So. Are you going to be my date for the dance?" He asks.

You grin. "I'd be honored to!"

"Great." Dan Heng smiles and reaches out to hug you. "So then... that means we're officially a couple?" He grins slyly. "And does that mean you'll call me honey now?" Oh he's trying to make you blush.

You smile back, every bit as mischievous "I was actually thinking of calling you: Darling, love of my life, light of my days, and saviour of my grades! But sure whatever you like." You say innocently. He laughs.

"I think I like that last one," he says, reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your face. "But I want you to call me Dan Heng, alright? If I ever heard someone refer to me as "Darling" or "Love", I'd probably turn into a ripe strawberry." He seems to consider something for a moment then says: "And when we see each other at the dance, will I be able to give you a kiss?" He asks cheekily.

"...!" When they go bold I go BOLDER! " You can kiss me right now." You say, summoning every last bit of confidence within you.

He leans in and gently presses his lips onto yours, holding it for a moment before breaking apart. "Will that suffice?" he asks with a grin.

"Now, come on. We better hurry up. All our friends are probably waiting for us at the cafe," he says and offers to take your hand.

"They're gonna be thrilled. Imagine how happy March will be, learning her little blunder for once caused something great." he adds with a bright smile.

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Author's note:

Alhaitham: I'm just a feeble scholar.

Dan Heng: I'm literally the definition of a nerd.

Kaveh & I : \(O-o)/

[familyvideostevie]

tough luck

you try out a new bar with some friends. it's great, except for the jerk. who spills his drink on you. but maybe it's not all bad... | fem!reader, meet cute, 1.5k

Your friends swore this was a good spot. The parking lot is almost always packed, but it's got cheap beer, nice staff, and clean bathrooms.

And, apparently, an entire squad of naval aviators. Who are rather loud and take up most of the usable space around the bar itself. A handful of guys and girls, all laughing and having a nice time. Only beautiful people are allowed in the Navy, it seems. After a round of drinks you brace yourself to squeeze by them to make your way to the bathroom.

"'Scuse me, sorry," you say. A blonde guy with glasses moves out of the way automatically and smiles at you. "Sorry, just gotta get to the bathroom." You're almost clear and then a pair of broad shoulders turns too quickly. Maybe he doesn't see you, maybe he thinks he's moving the right way, but suddenly you've got beer all over your shirt...your very pale, very thin shirt.

"Hey," you say, eyes on your chest.

"Nice one, Rooster," someone calls. You're too surprised to do much but stand there for a second, and then you look up to see which asshole spilled on you.

"Shut up, dude," he calls over his shoulder before turning to face you. Tall, sun-kissed skin and hair, the trademark Navy mustache, and wearing a fucking Hawaiian shirt and...sunglasses? Inside? No wonder he didn't see you. Idiot. He shoves said glasses on top of his head, eyes wide as they rake over you.

"Oh my god," he says. "Holy shit. I am so sorry." His friends aren't laughing at you, not really, but they are definetly amused at his mistake. One of them, the same guy who moved over for you, is flagging the bartender down for some rags.

You consider cursing him out, consider calling him an asshole, consider storming out of the bar. But what good would any of that do?

"Are you okay?" he asks. You come back to the moment and realize he's probably asked you more than once.

You grimace. "Uh, fine," you say. You want to be mad, you maybe shouldbe mad, but he seems genuinely rattled that he's dumped his beer on you and it really was a mistake. God knows you've been where he is before. But your shirt is rapidly becoming see-through so you give him a tight smile and high tail it to the bathroom.

It becomes clear that there's no hope for your shirt. You wipe the beer off of your neck and arms with wet paper towels and ring it out as best as you can. You doubt your friends saw what happened through the crowd because no one has come to rescue you yet, and you left your phone at the table.

"Good spot, my ass," you mutter. And then you hear a conversation that seems to be directly outside the bathroom door.

"Just go in there, please, Phoenix? I can't go in, obviously." Call signs, you think. They really are strange.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Rooster? You dragged me away from my drink for this?" You don't recognize that voice.

"Come on, her shirt was ruined! Just go in and give it to her, okay?" The bathroom door swings open and one of the women you saw at the bar storms in. She's got something purple slung over her shoulder.

"Uh, hi?" you say.

"Hi," she says. She sheds some of her stiff stance and smiles at you. "You okay?" she says.

You suppose that you could have been hurt -- that guy was pretty big. But he didn't knock you, or anything. Just...soaked you. "Yeah," you sigh. "Lost cause, though." You gesture to your shirt. She grimaces.

"Well, here." She tosses the thing over her shoulder at you and you catch it. "The big idiot who got you into this wanted me to give it to you." You hold it out in front of you and see that it's a t-shirt for the bar you're currently in. The Hard Deck is printed in neat script on the front and it seems like it'll be a bit big for you, but it'll work.

"Thanks," you say. She shrugs.

"No problem." Without another word she saunters out of the bathroom. You pop into a stall and change, dumping your beer-soaked shirt into the trash and head back out to find your friends.

The guy who spilled on you -- Rooster, you think -- is leaning on the wall across from the door. When you walk out he looks up sharply and stands up tall.

"Hey," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, this is probably kind of creepy, waiting for you like this. I just wanted to make sure it fit? If not, I can get you another --"

You're tempted to let him keep going, but you put him out of his misery. "It's fine," you tell him. "Thank you."

The crease between his brows gets deeper. "No, don't thank me. I spilled all over you!" He looks so distressed that you laugh a little.

"Well, now you're down a beer and I got a free shirt, so I think I made out pretty good here." Rooster looks a little surprised and then chuckles in disbelief.

"Okay," he says, settling his hands on his hips. His biceps flex under his stupid shirt and you take notice. Okay, so the guy who poured beer on you is hot. So what? "Let me buy you a drink as my final act of repayment. If you want," he adds. "Then you can be done with me."

"Okay, sure," you say. He beams at you. "Rooster."

"Bradley," he says. "You can call me Bradley."

"Bradley,"  you repeat. He watches your mouth as you say it and then his grin turns into something a little different and your stomach swoops dangerously. You imagine that flying in one of his jets feels something like this.

You follow him back to the bar where his crew is hanging out and he orders you a beer.

"Don't worry," says a tall, blonde guy with a smirk. "We won't let him live this down. Ever." You let yourself look at Bradley's back as you shrug.

"Oh, good," you reply. "Because that was my favorite shirt."

Bradley whirls around, your beer in hand, though he holds it far from you. "Really?" he asks, sounding a shade away from heartbroken.

"No," you say, taking the drink from him. His fingers send tingles through you where they brush yours. "Thanks, Bradley!" And you head back to your table without a backwards glance to the sound of cheers and laughter behind you.

Your friends drag you back a week later. Well, you don't really get dragged. Let's say you're not exactly opposed to giving The Hard Deck another go. And sure enough, when you get there, you see the same crew of navy folks at the bar. You volunteer to get the drinks and your friends send you off with cheers.

The blonde guy with the smirk sees you first. "Hey!" he calls. At first you think he's talking to you, but then he turns to the group. "Rooster, it's your girl!"

"She came back!" says someone else.

"Don't scare her away, Rooster!"

Your stomach flips a little and you remember the moment with Bradley by the bathroom. Clearly you've become squad gossip, but you find that you don't mind all that much.

Sure enough, Rooster appears, sans sunglasses and in a plain shirt this time. He slides up next to you at the bar and beams. You can't help but beam back. Clearly he's glad to see you and it makes you even gladder to see him.

"Well, hey," he says. He makes a show of putting his beer on the counter before stepping even closer to you.

"Hi," you say. "Spill on anyone lately?" He sucks on his teeth like he's thinking, tapping his long fingers on the bar top.

"Yeah, actually," he says. His gaze rakes over your face before settling on your eyes. "This really pretty girl last week."

Someone scoffs and you look away from him to see the bartender rolling her eyes are she washes a glass, but Bradley keeps going. "But I didn't get her name." He takes a small step closer to you, the hand on the bar sliding so that it's resting by your elbow. "And I was hoping she'd come back so I could ask for it."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from taking over your face. "Were you now?" you say. "And what would you do if you got it?"

He shrugs. His forearm brushes yours. "Well, I think I'd ask her if I could buy her a drink. Without spilling anything on her, first, obviously."

You laugh. He leans more on the counter, slouching sideways so much so that his neck is totally on display. You have a flash of what it would be like to trace the vein by his adam's apple. He looks smug but you decide to allow it.

"Alright," you say. You tell him your name and he mouths it silently before saying it out loud, just once.

"Perfect," he says, standing up straight again and turning to the bartender, bumping your hip gently with his. "Penny, another beer, please."

Yeah, you think. Maybe it is.

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[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

quick little drabble based on @famkoe's prompt: the chief has reluctantly approved an undercover mission starring lassiter. Lassiter is determend to show how great he is at this. Shawn is Just confused about why lassie Just walked into his favourite gay bar.(shassie)

Sean was two drinks in on the dance floor. His shirt had mysteriously unbuttoned itself and the DJ was halfway through [music]. And the edges of his world were starting to get fuzzy just the way he likes them.

gus had refused to come tonight on account of "there are never any girls at that place"to which Sean pointed out

"Gus, don't be a limp piece of confetti in the morning after a birthday party. that's the point buddy. no girls just men. And some boys. A fair few lads as well. Come on. We see girls all the time. "

unfortunately, Sean had lost that argument, and so it was forced to face the gay club alone. :(. he was working to rectify that situation, settling up to a taller man With an umbrella in his cup, when something caught Sean's eye.

He tilted his head and squinted – inwardly smiling at what Gus's reaction would've been – and focused on the shoes he could just make out from behind a throng of people across the bar.

he recognized those dark brown men's casual loafers from somewhere. Flipping for his memory, he realized they were the same shoes Lassie have been wearing that day at the police station.

Sean abruptly left the conversation he had been half paying attention to holding up a finger in the direction of tight pants. he hurried over to the crowd of people and yes. It was detective Carlton Lassiter.

well, Carlton Lassiter yes. Detective? Sean had never seen a detective wearing nothing but a tight green mesh top and Jean shorts with a bandanna in both back pockets. Lassie's back was pressed up against a bar, overwhelmed by the five men all crowding around him, trying to buy him drinks. Sean grabbed his elbow and said loudly "come on Ted. Let's get you home. " And turn it to the nearest bathroom.

when they reached the men's room shawn pulled carlton through the door as 2 other men stumbled out, far more inebriated that shawn was.

"spencer what the hell are you doing here? i won't have you blowing my cover just because the chief wouldn't put you on the bone street case." lassie hissed at him while checking under the stall doors for eves-droppers

"bone street? blow your cover? lassie i was just dancing when i saw those horrible shoes, i mean, seriously man, who wears boat shoes to a night out? don't answer that i have a better question, how did it work?? those twinks were crawling all over you maybe i should dress like it's my uncle's wedding next time"

"they're not boat shoes spencer they're men's casual shoes. they go with any outfit even..." lassiter looked down and looped a finger around a black and gold string of his shirt "this thing" he finished

shawn looked down at the taller man's shirt, unable to stop staring at the waves of salt and pepper hair tangled in the tight garment

"shawn!" he yelled. shawn looked up, getting the feeling his name had been said several times.

just then a knock came at the door and the two made eye contact, lassiter determined and shawn mischievous.

before the detective could say anything shawn said

"lassie do you trust me?"

"no."

"well, you can't be hiding a gun in those shorts and we're on my turf so just follow my lead" he said quickly as the door handle turned

"i- what? sha-" lassiter spluttered as shawn stood on his tiptoes to meet his lips

as their mouths touched shawn pushed him to the wall, one hand up by his face, pinning him in and the other slipped underneath the waistband of the jean shorts by carlton's hip.

shawn broke the kiss for a split second as the door was opening to hiss "hands on my ass big boy"

carlton complied, not entirely sure if he liked being called a big boy but the zing that went through his body as he awkwardly grabbed shawn's but was undeniable.

through the rushing in his ears lassiter could hear a quiet chuckle from the door way and a man say "i'll just use the ladies' then" before the door closed

expecting shawn to stop he put his hands down, but instead shawn's teeth moved lower to meet his ear. in a moment he would deny later, carlton closed his eyes, waiting for shawn to kiss his neck, but instead shawn whispered in a jovial and seductive tone "by the way, ted, the guy in the with the orange shirt who was trying to buy you a whiskey killed that girl two weeks ago. you might want to bring him in for questioning" before walking out the door and back onto the dance floor, leaving carlton reeling

[buckysgrace]

Four

Illicit Affairs Masterlist Professor!Steve Harrington x Fem!OC

Steve has a discussion with Daphne and learns something new.

Steve

“Daphne?” Steve paused as he spoke up, hiding his trembling fingers as he watched her gather her bag, “Can I have a moment with you actually?” He asked, watching as the rest of the class began to sizzle out of the classroom. 

“Oh,” Her blue eyes widened several sizes, a look of dread spreading across her features as she nodded her head in agreement, “Sure.” He wondered if she had regretted taking this class yet, or if she was fine pretending like nothing had happened.

She kept her bag on her chair, her winter coat spread over top of it as the heels of her shoes echoed in the now empty classroom. She wore a pair of sheer black tights, a white turtleneck and a short, black button up dress. He wasn’t sure how she could handle walking around with nothing to really cover her legs. 

“Uh,” He chewed on his bottom lip as he did his best to think of how to approach this conversation. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the desk, all previous rehearsals suddenly erased from his mind, “I know that things might be a little confusing because of what happened between us but-,”

“You remember me?” She asked suddenly, sharply as she brought her eyes back up towards his. The color reminded him of blue twinkling lights, like at Christmas time. They were really pretty. 

“Yes,” He replied awkwardly as he rubbed his fingers against the back of his neck, trying not to laugh at the way her face burned, “I admit I didn’t at first. You dyed your hair.” He pointed out as he gestured towards her, trying not to match his grin to hers.

“This is my natural color,” She insisted as she shook her hair around lightly, showing off the fiery red tone, “Do you like blondes better? Sorry, that’s not my business.” She spit out quickly, furrowing her brows together as she moved her hands to rest at her hips. 

“I like any color,” He chuckled softly as he rested his hands against the table, watching as her lips tugged into a gentle smile, “But there can’t be anything between us, you know that right? Not while you’re in my class.” He explained slowly, trying to be as nice as he could. 

“Are you suggesting I drop out?” She tilted her head as she looked up towards him, making his eyes widen a little bit at her suggestion. He didn’t want to deal with that sort of guilt. Even though he was fairly certain that she wasn’t enjoying his class in the first place. 

“No, no,” He shook his head quickly, “I’m trying to say that the picture you sent the other night was highly inappropriate.” He released the statement slowly, doing his best to keep from wincing as he observed the way she processed it. 

“Picture?” She tilted her head as she looked at him in confusion, “What picture?” She asked slowly, her tone sincere as he realized she hadn’t really meant the picture to be for him at all. Jealousy suddenly filled his veins, making his stomach knot up at the thought of her sending something so intimate to someone else. 

“Uh,” He stalled as he tried to figure out where to go from this. It wasn’t for him? Great, “You sent a nude the other night.” He blurted it out suddenly, wishing he hadn’t sounded so accusatory. 

“Oh,” She whispered out harshly, eyes huge once again as her cheeks burned as bright as her hair, “No. No that wasn’t-, oh. That wasn’t on purpose. I mean I wouldn’t just send a nude and nothing else. I would’ve for sure asked if you wanted that first. Or a new shirt.” She added at the end, still managing to pull a smile on her lips despite her obvious discomfort. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, a nervous expression settling on her features. 

“Stains all out,” He grinned as he looked at her, trying to ignore the way his heart was thumping so harshly inside of his chest, “It’s just inappropriate, you get that right?” He asked softer this time, hoping she could understand how it would hurt his career. 

“I get that,” She nodded her head as her eyes slightly narrowed at him, “But I feel like taking a screenshot of said nude is even more inappropriate. And you left me on read.” She replied as she moved her hands to her hips, all of her nervous behavior gone as her tone turned accusatory this time. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked her in confusion, his stance stiffening as he felt a bead of sweat racing down the back of his neck. He gulped harshly, furrowing his eyebrows in as he drank in her statement. How did she know he saved the picture? 

“I got a notification that you took a screenshot of the picture,” She giggled softly, “So I guess you weren’t too upset about it? But I am sorry.” She continually teased him as he suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe. Snapchat did that? He tried not to groan as he rubbed his fingers over his face, humiliation spreading deep through his bones. So much for staying professional. 

“You can see that?” He asked her as he moved his palm over his lips, shielding his frown as the horror continued to spread through him. 

“Yeah,” She was still laughing as she watched him, “You get a notification and everything.” She replied as she moved a hand to her hip as he inhaled deeply. He grumbled underneath his breath, unsure of how he had missed that. 

“I see.” He replied slowly, furrowing his eyebrows tightly together as he tried to figure out where to go from this point. He was so dumb. And he no longer wanted to use Snapchat. He’d blame Robin for this later. 

“So you liked it?” Daphne spoke up sweetly, all sultry and leaking confidence as she stepped closer and closer until the back of his knees were pressed up against the table. He stared down at her, mouth suddenly dry as his heart raced uncomfortably inside of his chest. He felt like a teenager again. 

“Huh?” He squeaked out, blinking slowly as a warmth spread through his body. She was so close that he could smell the lavender off of her. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires as she pressed her index finger against one of the buttons on his shirt. 

“My picture,” She clarified as she smirked proudly, “You enjoyed it?” The tip of her shoes nudged against his own as she leaned closer in his direction. Her lips only grew softer the longer that he looked at her. 

“I just-,” He stammered for a moment, unsure of where his cool had gone, “It was an accident.” He nodded his head quickly, wincing as he tried to control himself. The small gap of air between them was electric, sharp and buzzing with energy. 

“Mhm,” She observed him for a moment, eyes twinkling in amusement. He breathed in deeply, wondering if she knew just how badly his heart was racing, “Why is your name on there pussy lover?” She asked teasingly as his face burned brightly.

“Robin,” He grumbled underneath his breath, “My friend. My very platonic friend. She thought it would be funny.” He explained as he pushed his fingers through his hair, reminding himself to have a word with her later. 

“Kinda is,” She agreed as she smiled sweetly, “So are we then?” She questioned as she poked the button of his shirt again, making his skin shiver as he imagined her touch in a more intimate way. No. It couldn’t happen. Not while she was in his class.

“Yes,” He nodded his head stiffly, “This is all platonic.” He gestured towards the small gap between them, trying to work up the motivation to move away. He felt comfortable near her and enjoyed how nice she smelt. 

“So I can’t pass this class by sending in nudes?” She asked teasingly, pressing her lips together into a playful grin. He swore to himself mentally, sure that she would be perfect for him if it wasn’t for his job. 

“I’m afraid not.” He told her gently, desperately wishing that it would be okay. He sighed deeply, at least still having some sort of self control.

-

“Just this?” The cashier behind the desk questioned, bleached brows raised as Steve struggled to grab everything from his pockets.

“Uh, a pack of American Spirits— blue,” he replied as he nodded his head in that direction, “And that’s it.” He didn’t really enjoy smoking anymore, but he needed it after that last conversation with Daphne. He could still feel his pulse racing.

“Sure thing.” The cashier began to scan the six pack as he continued to dig for where he’d placed his wallet. He’d jumped out in such a rush he hadn’t paid attention to where he’d put everything.

His phone screen lit up, a picture of Robin with her tongue hanging out and eyes crossed appearing as the special song she’d selected for it roared to life. He winced, answering it quickly as he held his wallet in between his fingers.

“Robin,” He huffed as he rested his phone between his cheek and shoulder, digging around in his wallet until he found the cash that he needed, “You didn’t tell me that people could see when you take screenshots.” He answered before she could speak.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, her voice muffled as she chewed on something on the other line. He winced at the sound, sighing as he took his change and roughly shoved it into his wallet once again. 

“Snapchat! Thank you,” He replied a mumbled later, picking up his six pack and shoving the carton into his jeans, “Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” He asked as he walked back outside, huffing at the crisp air that hit him. 

“How did you not know?” She asked him, snorting and sounding less muffled this time. His fingertips burned in the frigid air, the tip of his nose burning as he hurriedly raced through the crosswalk. He had been convincing himself that walking from his apartment to school would be worth it. So far all he’d managed to do was catch a runny nose. 

“I don’t ever use it,” He huffed as he pushed the apartment door open with his back, “I fucked up so bad.” He tried not to whine, but it was no use. He was still embarrassed. 

“Oh boy,” She paused for a moment, “Sounds like an in person conversation is needed.” She replied teasingly, smacking her lips as she continued to eat something once again. He made a face, sometimes wondering if they were too close. 

“Definitely.” He huffed as he dragged his shoes against the rug, wiping free the leftover mush and water from the bottoms of his shoes. He invited the warm breeze from the heater, shaking away the bitter cold. 

“You’re still meeting us tonight, right?” She asked, reminding him of his promise he had made a few weeks ago. But that was then, this was now. He was too stressed to go out. He wanted to drink and smoke all on his own. 

“It’s a Monday.” He remarked, hoping that she forgot that his Tuesdays were free. She didn’t need to have his schedule memorized, even though he had hers written down. 

“Oh my God,” She groaned a little too loudly into his ear as he jogged up the stairs to his floor. The elevators often took too long and he needed the exercise anyways, “You sound so old now.” She scoffed, reminding him of his age as he hit the next flight of stairs. 

“I am thirty.” He told her, beginning to feel a little out of breath by the time he hit the fourth floor. His thighs burned, making him regret his decision a bit. It had been a long time since he had seriously played any sports. He needed to renew his gym pass. 

“Don’t even start on your little crisis again,” She snapped back, “You’re still young. And even if you don't think you are, I’m sure you could put those creaky knees to work.” She mimicked some squeaky sounds over the line, making him roll his eyes as he walked down the long hallway. 

“Right,” He mumbled as he jammed his key into the door, knowing there was no way to distract her, “I’ll see you in a few hours?” He asked for clarification as he walked inside his quiet apartment. Tommy was supposed to meet them too, but he doubted that he would actually show. 

“You better,” She threatened him, “I do know where you live.”

“So what happened again?” Robin questioned as she mulled over her drink, looking like she was debating if it was worth having another or not.

“The girl I hooked up with a few weeks ago? She’s my student. Like, sits in the front row of my classroom.” He explained as he tapped his fingers against the table to make a point. He would forever be forced to stare at her dainty legs and big blue eyes. Well, at least for the rest of the semester.

“She stalked you?” She asked, her eyes widening in disbelief as she brought her hand up to her mouth. They were painted black, most of them chipped and fading away.

“No,” He said quickly, furrowing his eyebrows a second later, “Well I hope not.” He thought about it for a second but then decided that wasn’t true. He didn’t see why she would wait so long to make a move.

“And you never thought about messaging this girl you-, how did you phrase it?” She paused for a moment to speak dramatically, “Connected so deeply with?”

“You’re hilarious.” He told her dryly, rolling his eyes as the apples of his cheeks began to burn. He didn’t think he sounded that pathetic when he had said that to her a few weeks ago.

“You should’ve just messaged her like I told you to do.” She pointed out as she took another sip from her drink, making him pout his lips out in agreement. It felt odd for him to be the first one to message Daphne when she had been the one that left before he had even awoken. 

“I’m getting to that,” He told her as he held up his index finger, taking one of the shots they had gathered on the table, “She sent me a snapchat the other day.” He drew out slowly, letting the alcohol burn deep inside of chest before he spoke again. 

“You can just say snap,” Robin explained, “Or like she snapped me. It means the same thing. Maybe a little cooler.” She nodded her head as she furrowed her lighter eyebrows together, making him narrow his eyes at her suggestion. 

“Anyways,” He started again in frustration, “She sent me a nude and I may or may not have saved it to my phone.” He whispered a little softer, wishing his seat could absorb him at the incredulous look she shot him.

“You took a screenshot?” She coughed, bringing a napkin up to cover her mouth so the liquid in her mouth didn’t go everywhere. Her light eyes were wide, filled with the same horror he’d felt earlier. 

“I took a fucking screenshot.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers through his hair, shaking his head as the embarrassment filled him once again. He wondered if Daphne was out giggling about it to her little friends. 

“Why would you take a screenshot?” She asked, her tone laced with fear as he dramatically thrusted his hands out again. He didn’t know why he did it. It was on instinct. He had been surprised. 

“Because I didn’t expect a pair of boobs on my screen,” He defended himself, “And really nice boobs at that.” He added seriously a second later, cracking a grin at the annoyed expression she sent him. Her shoulders dropped and eyes rolled to the back of her head. Alright, not the time for jokes.

“Steve.”

“I didn’t know who she was at the time!” He told her as he took another large gulp from his cup, “I didn’t think the picture would stay if I didn’t save it. But if I had known it was her I wouldn’t have done it.” He said seriously, as if that might make the situation any better. Robin inhaled deeply, looking around the bar for a moment before she turned towards him again. 

“How nice are we talking?” She asked slowly, eyes narrowed as he felt a grin forming on his lips. He clicked on his phone, pulling his photos open and clicking on the recent picture he’d saved. 

“Take a look for yours-,” He began, thrusting his phone out before she began to swat the phone away. 

“No!” She protested, dramatically covering her eyes and shaking her head, “You can’t show me without her consent.” She huffed as she held her head high, but then spread her fingers like she was thinking about taking a peek. 

“Right,” He nodded his head in agreement, “But I think you’d agree if you saw them.” He mused as he looked at his phone again, shifting in his seat before he shut it off. He didn’t need to get hard right now. Robin would never let him live it down. 

“You’re an idiot.” She reminded him, making him shrug his shoulders at her statement. He had felt fairly idiotic earlier, but still completely blamed her for not at least warning him. It was like she knew what she was doing. 

“Yeah, well-,” He tilted his head back and forth, “What do I do now?” He asked her seriously, feeling like he was at a loss. It was pretty clear to him that Daphne was also attracted to him. But things were too sticky, too messy right now. And he really wasn’t sure if he was ready to jump into another relationship just yet. At least not something so serious. 

“Dear, sweet little Steve,” She sighed dramatically as she took both of his hands in hers, “You and I are both officially in the divorce club now, I don’t think I’m the best one to ask for advice.” She pointed out as she squeezed their fingers together. He supposed they probably looked a little too friendly to others, but it was nothing like that. 

“So that knocks Tommy off of the list too,” He hummed as he drifted his eyes down the imaginary list in his mind. Eddie and Billy’s advice would be vastly different for many different reasons, “Great. And he stood us up tonight.” He pointed out, checking his phone to see if Tommy had ever answered. Left on read. Again. 

“The bastard did,” She agreed as she nodded her head rapidly, “It’s like he’s divorcing us from the divorce club.” She whispered softly as she nodded to herself, her cheeks a little flushed as a lazy grin formed on her lips. A telltale sign that she had already drunk too much. 

“How lucky of us.” He grumbled as he clicked his glass against hers, trying to figure out where he was going to go from this point on. He’d just have to ignore her. That should be easy enough. At least he hoped so.