#and i'm just shaking my head in the bg

[youcouldbeit]

Oh she's in so much trouble when Alastor finds out.

[pinkaditty]

UGH I love love love ur Hc’s it like you literally came straight out of the game ^^ although jiro doesn’t get much time to sit down or relax in general sometimes tells me he’d like cockwarming

well yes obviously!!! this way he wouldn't have 2 move around much... ALSO TYYYYY this is the best compliment i could get in reference 2 hcs i think... like it's so good it's like i came out the game fr?!?!? amen!!!!! (hc's are here! unfinished, but being worked on)

a/n: well. im back. i know what i said but... i needed 2 write. the worms are inescapable... im working on a romance fic (sho haizono x reader) in the bg bc I need 2 post something fluffy... just this once... ANYWAYS this is short 4 my own sanity I fear. sorry! ill write more jiro next time I promise. he was gonna be my next smut victim anyway (after haru!). also please let me know if i wrote jiro ooc... i have an odd feeling i may have gotten something wrong here.

summary: jiro's resting. you can't stay put.

cw: cockwarming! and discussion about penis length, i guess? it was funny 2 put that in there. sorry. i love human anatomy i fear it's the coolest thing ever 2 me. ALSO MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

You squirm for the hundredth time, squeezing your walls tight around Jiro's hardened length. He snaps his eyes open and looks down at you sitting in his lap. You can't tell if he's disappointed, tired, or neutral. The only signs he's enjoying himself are his clouded gaze, wavering expression, and cherry red blush across his cheeks. You didn't understand how he was "relaxing" like this, but somehow he made it work. He sighs, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. He reaches for your back and pulls you into his chest, and you shiver from feeling him twitch inside you. "You really should relax." His low voice is as expressionless as ever and masterfully hides the arousal he feels, the evidence of which is plastered all over his face.

"You're... A bit too long for that, Jiro." You try to say it jokingly, but your words are overshadowed by your groan as you try to settle yourself, only to end up spearing yourself further on his impressive length. He's silent for a moment before he strokes your back gently, as though apologizing. You ramble on. "I mean, I knew it was rumored that taller guys had longer dicks, but I didn't know that it was actually true—"

"It's not." Jiro pauses his hand movements, looking down at you again. "It's an unreliable method to use one's height alone to determine length, and the correlation that has been found is too weak to assume accuracy." His smile had faded at some point, returning to his usual stoic expression. His blush has not faded, however, and his pupils were blown wide.

"Okay..." You hold out your words, looking up at him curiously. You pull away from his chest, suppressing a moan as he twitches inside of you again. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, and his hands settle on your hips. His lips part as he pants, his breathing quickening. Once the dizzy pleasure in your head fades a bit, you shake your head and look up at him. "So, I'm curious. Is there a way to predict penis length?"

Jiro looks off to the side, in thought, somehow still holding it together better than you were. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips still parted with heavy breaths, but not much past that. He wasn't even sweating, remaining calm despite buried to the hilt inside your cunt. You had to admit, it was impressive. "Yes; if I remember correctly, there's a stronger, more reliable correlation between the respective difference in lengths between your pointer and ring fingers and estimated penis length." He looks back to you, bored voice matching his expression if not for that expressive blush. "It's stronger than both height and shoe size correlation, so it's more likely for someone with a larger difference in the lengths of those fingers to have a larger size."

You hardly even think about it, lifting one of his hands from your hips as he was talking. You analyze the length of his ring finger in comparison to his pointer finger, only to find not much of a difference. You almost feel disappointed for a few moments, before Jiro's laughter shakes you out of your thoughts. He squeezes your hip tighter with his free hand, still laughing. He shakes just slightly as he laughs, causing minor friction of his length against your walls. You let go of his hand and press your palms into his shoulders, suppressing your moans. "Jiro!" You press your palms into his shoulders harder. His laughter slows to a soft chuckle, and he returns his other hand to your hip, steadying you, pressing his hips upwards into you. He huffs out a breath, a slight groan escaping his throat as he does. His eyes darken for a split second as he gazes at where your bodies connect before he lifts his gaze to you again, soft smile on his face.

"You should've seen how disappointed you'd looked." He said, breathy chuckles escaping him as he lifted one of his hands, displaying the minimal difference in length between his pointer and ring finger. "I said it was likely, not that a large difference in length would always be indicative of longer lengths. And, I have long fingers." He returned his hand to your hip again, sounding as bored as ever, but with a small smile stuck on his face.

"There ought to be an easier way to figure this out." You muse, leaning towards him slightly, careful not to cause too much friction.

"There isn't," he states flatly, looking at you with an amused expression. "The best way to predict length would be via a combination of ethnicity, height, shoe size, and the difference between lengths of the pointer and ring fingers. Studies have been tried prior simply by asking, but those values tend to be exaggerated." You notice his voice begins to waver slightly, his lips remaining parted even when he's finished talking. He swallows thickly, leaning back against the chair, gripping your hips a little tighter.

You don't bother suppressing the surge of pride that runs through you as he visibly melts under you, clearly letting the sensation of your walls clinging to his cock get to his mind. "Someone's melting," you say teasingly, pressing a finger to the center of his forehead. He blinks at you a few times, as though attempting to clear the pleasurable haze.

"You squeeze when you're focused or engaged in conversation." He speaks quickly, his breathing getting heavier. He blinks multiple times, staring down at you. "Your squeezing makes it hard to relax."

"Aw, sorry big guy." You huff out a short laugh, leaning towards him, watching his eyes as they cloud further with lust.

He sighs, as though resigning. "Have we talked enough for you to relax?" He sounded like an actual doctor, his voice flat and formal despite his seemingly hazy expression.

You nod, deciding to let him rest, as he'd wanted. He wordlessly moves one of his hands to your back, pushing you towards him. You lay against his chest again, exhaling and melting into his body as he melted into you. You look up, watching as his eyes slide shut again. He rubs gentle circles on your thigh with his thumb, keeping his palm on your hip.

You're comfortable... at least, until his cock twitches again.

a/n: jiro, at last. i am. kind of worried i wrote him a bit ooc and maybe went in too hard with my bio stuff. idk. i hope it's good regardless.

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@rottenzombrainz i believe this is ur man unless im mistaken

[kayleeeknee]

"Have we met before?'

Author's note 1: omg it's been a while I'm in love with him again specially after we saw his bg🌸🎀

Author's note 2: need him in a suit after the latest chapter 🌸🎀

Wooin Yu x FEM Reader

Reqs are still open

Part 1

Waking up you internally noted frick as you see the time on your phone. It's still early as it is Saturday you lazily went to the kitchen and made breakfast for yourself. Today's the day your going to suffer packing up things you'll need papers, clipboard, pens you name it and put it in a backpack.

Walking outside the morning light hits you,

making you squint a little. Walking to the nearest taxi to go to the location sent to you by wooin. By the looks of the location it was a bit suspicious but hey money is money you thought to yourself while showing the driver where.

A little look of concern was given to you by the taxi driver when you arrived at your destination even giving you a "stay safe" before you left. Honestly it was not that bad, sighing in relief you went in the alleyway until you stumbled into what you assume is where the crew gadders. Wooin already gave you the spare key, opening the door you were a bit shock.

It was actually not that bad sure there are some misplaced things everywhere but you can work with this. Placing your backpack on one of the chairs your soul almost left your body when you heard the front door opens. Turning your head it was just....

WOOIN???

"Phew you scared the shit out of me" you huffed. "The others will be here soon don't be nervous I assure you they don't bite....I think?" he chuckled. "What do you mean I think!?—".

CLICK

Looking towards the door a second time, you see a tall — no no a giant guy!? just entering with a small puppy he has bluish hair. "W-Wooin? Who is that..." You whispered not too sound offensive. "You should look at your face it's very pale" he snickers. " Who is this...?" The guy asked Wooin.

"Okay Okay all jokes aside she's the girl I was talking about" he answered. "Nice to meet you ermm....?" "Joker" he doesn't seem like the type to talk you mentally noted.

"I thought she was just one of the many girls you pleasure yourself with" Joker mumbled. A pang of jealousy hits you many girls? "I feel offended..." You retorted changing the atmosphere a little. "Nope she's not one of them..." He whispered to Joker.

"L-Lets change the topic anyway i need to measure all of you in your height and weight for your BMI". "What's a BMI?" Joker looked directly at you clearly confused. "Too lazy to explain just do what I'll instruct soon".

A while later two more people enter the room a tall red haired and a shorter black raven haired man. Honestly those two didn't speak that much but none the less you were just here for college money.

Whilst measuring their Height you notice how Wooin's height was taller making you a bit blush since he was just the same height as you when you were children. Even though he was the shortest among the crew he was still taller than you.

You snapped out of your flashback when someone called Wooin's phone. You caught a little glimps who it was "Hae-won". Was that his girlfriend? Friend? BSF? you were starting to feel a bit jealous. You know it's wrong but you eavesdropped on their conversation you can't really tell what's their relationship with each other

After their call you acted like nothing happened and continued to measure and solve for their BMI looking for abnormalities. They all seem alright but you can't really shake the feeling he has someone else...you want him that's why you accepted this job.....

It's a bit short but I'm still not done with my schoolworks love y'all and I'll post some bonuses soon enough

[catinasink]

this is so bad im sorry in advance

i tie my mid length undercut hair into a messy bun, and slip on my red converse. my green orbs slid towards my laptop and i opened tumblr with my little hands. i was a tumblr girl, after all. i opened the one direction tag and scrolled through it, so many stupid fanfics of girls getting sold to them. my horrible mom shouted at me from downstairs and i turned down my sad indie girl playlist to lisen to her screech: y/n! come downstaris, you piece of shit! i'm selling you.

i gulped. selling me? i knew her drinking problem was bad, but the idea that she'd sell me.... oh well. maybe i'd be happier somewhere else. maybe. i walk sownstairs as quick as i can, my dainty frame moving swiftly, carrying my favourite fanfics in paperback version.

i walked into the porch to see a car. a car conaining the three members of boygenius? a band my friend was obsessed with, though she's shut herself away recently due to her intense unrequited crush on a girl she'd has 3 conversations with. i rolled my eyes. i recognised phoebe bridgers, but the others? not so much. i only liseded to REALLY underground indie music.

the shorter one turned to me and smiled. hey. i'm jb. nice to meet you. i smiled at her. and your name is? oh, y/n. sorry. i could feel myself getting flustered. i looked past her into the car. oh, that's luce. she's my.... partner. in crime? i joked. oh, you listen to her music? no? jb looked confused. she decided not to say anything. i looked back at lucy in the car. can i sit in the passanger seat? sure.

i looked at lucy's platform heel press into the accelerator, i wished it was me in that moment. i blinked. was i.... gay now? i shook my head a little. i wasn't... gay. i liked men! i knew that. maybe i was bicurious?

we drove away to the BG mansion where they kept the other girls. jb put her tattooed hand on my thigh as we drove. what does.. why does it say hard work on your hands? what are your hands working so hard doing? and why is there a tooth on your wrist. are you one of those lesbians that are ino vampires?

she laughed at me. i was taken aback at her blunt reply. maybe i am. none of your busuness, unless you want it to be. ok. i said. be like that. jeez.

i looked back at phoebe, whose bleached blonde hair blew in the wind, making her look like a loser member of a boyband from the 2000s. i was.... kinda into it. i wanted to slap myself in the face. this could not be happening. what a crazy day; sold to a band only to have a gay awakening? they never do this in the oned fanfics, i grumbled.

she glared at me." i can;t believe i'm going to look after her while you two just flirt with everyone. i'm meant to be the one that does that. " i looked at her in surprise. she would be looking after me? i tried to stop glancing down at her shirt, which she was wearing without a bra. why were girls suddenly so much prettier? i tried to shake myself out of it, but when i tried to remember an attractive man, i found myself empty handed. wait. i had a boyfriend. what was his name? i know it started with a j....

i give up trying to remember. i'm leaving anyway. so, will anyone else be there? at the mansion, i mean. i don;t wanna get lonely!!

help???

[quinloki]

QUIN I'm so sorry to hear about your shoulder!! Shoulders/knees/wrists are always the worst you don't realize how much you move them until they're hurting.

I just woke up a bit ago so this might be a little rambley but maybe that's perfect for a distraction

FIRSTLY omg those headcanons cracked me up bc Ace/Sabo would def just be so distracted. Like Ace walking into a mast bc you took your shirt off while working bc it was hot and now he's just passed out on the ground (with Marco in the bg just laughing and shaking his head) Omg and Marco turning into a bird. That would be HILAROUS. Baby Marco was so cute and silly I can just see the tiny little bird he'd turn into. Omg you give him a hug randomly to thank him for something and bam, bird.

OKAY SO I was reading Marco stuffs last night trying to slowly push Sabo out a LITTLE bc my god was he taking up a lot of brain space and now they're just both in there UGH.

I'd say rn in my brain it's Law/Marco/Sabo/Ace and I was thinking last night it's interesting bc while Law doesn't really have anything with the other 3, there's perfect little things in an AU where he could just interact with any of the other 3 and idk man why have one when you can have more than one >> I have expanded in my brain poly with law/marco, or marco/sabo, or tbh sometimes law/marco/ace but my brain is currently considering law/sabo and I'm like hm. That is an interesting dynamic and idk how much it makes sense but I will continue to think about it.... I can't think of a good basis for them to be around eachother in an AU. Like Law/Marco tbh I read a fic on them as doctors so that got me and then the whole brother thing with Sabo/Marco but uh... hm. I will continue to think about Law/Sabo.

One more random thought that I thought while reading fanfic last night: I wanna bite Marco That man is too composed I can just see it throwing him off guard even if it doesn't leave a mark and even if he punishes the heck out afterwords (bc doing it in the middle of the ship would be the funniest, and not at all a bet with ace/izou/thatch, noooo)

Hopefully my waking up rambles can distract you from your shoulder for a bit >o< make sure to take it easy as much as possible!!

Answering this in reverse order - it was MONTHS ago but the idea of tickling/biting Marco on the deck and getting him to *Yelp* is an idea someone kicked around with me on anon. I still have the ask in my inbox because I want to sit and do a solid one-shot for it xD

So yes. Yes to all of that and especially the payback afterward >.>

Sabo/Law… I’ve seen that pairing (thank you Dressrosa for causing their paths to cross canonically)

They could be college classmates - there’s general courses overlap between degrees, and Sabo is a Lawyer in modern AUs in my mind.

(Oh gods could you see this cheesy blonde bastard straddling Law and pulling off his shirt. “Don’t worry, I have a PhD in Law, you’ll enjoy what I do to you.”

Poor Law is like I need you to fuck me until I forget you made that awful joke.)

Maybe it’s a meet cute deal if we’re talking threesome with the reader. They all frequent the same cafe.

Sabo’s already working in a firm finishing up his degree. Law’s in a similar boat with his doctorate, or already established since he’s a little older. The reader could work at the cafe, or own it, or she’s a professional dom and just likes the cafe on its own merits.

They don’t interact at the cafe but they’re aware of one another as regulars.

The club the reader works at is run by Ivankov, and Ivan’s friends with Dragon - the main name in the legal firm Sabo works at. Sabo drops by the club for legal reasons and recognizes the reader, they chat a bit.

Law’s friends end up getting him a pass for the club and he gets his world rocked by the reader in ways he wasn’t expecting. (There are promises to keep distance at the cafe.)

Sabo doesn’t have those promises and chats with her when they’re in there together (law totally gets a little jealous and doesn’t know why.)

Then an accident or wreck or something has the reader dragging Sabo into a hospital and Lo and behold who does she run into?

Law saves Sabo, and in updating the reader realizes what their status is and that’s the beginning of the three of them becoming friends and then more.

[reminiscentbelle]

anyways my judah discography ranking (i always have correct opinions) also ignore how some of them are translated titles and some of them are not 🙏

16. (dis) appeared

15. invisible man

14. ロンギング

13. meant to be

12. i can't say goodbye

11. 飛翔

10. 2 of a kind

9. 仮説

8. 狼煙

7. escalation!

6. new world

5. saiai

4. sweet devil's night

3. display

2. tsk!! tsk!!

1. my bleach

reasoning under the cut (it's just me rambling)

my bleach - now this, THIS is kgrb music and it's fucking GOOD. never hand me the aux cause i WILL play this on loop.

TSK!! TSK!! - one of his best songs there i said it. maybe it's the drums but it did smth for me. the song to feature I'VE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT THE ULTIMATE DYSTOPIA IS INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD like it's iconic.

display - REAL MUSIC

sweet devil's night - controversial but it's Good ok. there's better song tho and the bridge (?) is straight up just not good. the chorus on the other hand nod

最爱 - don't have much to say tbh but the lyrics are so cute 😭😭 watch how hard i can cry

new world - honestly i quite like this? it's like THEE kagaribi structure and i like the melody but idk. doesn't stand out that much against better kgrb songs.

escalation! - i want them to put soma saito in the recording studio to rerecord this song bc i know he can do so much better now

狼煙 - 'don't fuck with me' nah don't fuck with ME. is this your best work? no it's not get back into the recording studio now.

仮説 - listen boyfriend stick to the boppery i don't mind not getting a song for me ok. anyways best song from judah's sad/romantic side.

2 of a kind - i like the chorus and nothing else

飛翔 - wtf am i supposed to do when i hear this come on at the concert? stand there and cry? exactly. can't even shake my ass to this song.

i can't say goodbye - BOOOO SAD JUDAH 👎👎

meant to be - this is like i can't say goodbye: the remix

ロンギング - i'm sure you've noticed a pattern abt which songs are at the bottom

invisible man - hashtag not my judah what is this song.

(dis) appeared - this 4th gen kpop bg ass music who approved this

[seitmai]

I have so many things to say

"I have it scheduled for December," she snapped. "Six weeks from now. It's not perfect yet, and you know how much I like perfection."

I get Cat, but I think if she knew the reason she would not mind at all 🤭

"I absolutely refuse to mention this to Bickel," Cat whispered, reminding you she was at work while you were in your living room. "You can talk to him about it yourself, but I will not. Because I value my relationship with my commanding officer." "I'll take care of Bickel. He loves it when we're ahead of schedule," you replied, biting your lip as you realized you would very much need his permission to push your plan forward. And you weren't sure you could get it.

No worries about Bickel, BG and Bickel are like this🤞🏻

His thick arm was flung across the spot where your body belonged, and you could see his fingers twitching along the bedding like he was searching for you. 

🥺🥺🥺

Your eyes blinked slowly before closing, and you realized you were exhausted, too. The adrenaline that had filled you when you were in Bradley's office was drained now. Your belly was full from lunch, and Bradley was so warm. Even the baby had settled into a gentle squirming pattern like she knew you needed a break.

Glad the whole family can a catch a break and much needed nap finally 🙏🏻

"How am I supposed to finish the story when you keep distracting me? Now we'll never know if the silly goose finds his friends, and that's your fault, Nugget."

But we need to know if the silly goose finds his friends!!

Rose giggled more, and Bradley tossed the book aside to give her kisses while you watched from the end of the hallway. He was the most perfect father, and you should have never doubted him. You wanted to apologize a million more times, but when his eyes met yours, you simply said, "I love you, Roo."

Good god I'm so glad they are all back together as a happy family 🥰

"She probably has been," you cooed, easing yourself down onto the floor next to her. She promptly started crying hysterically. "She associates you with fun. I think she only associates me with food," you said, pulling your shirt over your head. "That's not true," Bradley insisted, staring openly at your breasts which were starting to leak. "You're so much more than a perfect rack."

And he would know 🤭

"Rosie and I took care of it. You needed to sleep, so we went to Costco. Did you know they give you twice the number of free samples if you take the cutest baby in the world?"

I feel like Rooster could get everything with Rose strapped to his chest 😅

As soon as his big hand circled her back, you heard her burp. It always took you twice as long. This was also the first night in weeks Bradley was home at this early, and you felt tears prickle your eyes as he walked around singing to Rose about the silly goose and his friends before vanishing into the nursery. It didn't take him long to return empty handed, and when he did, you were crying on the couch.

He is really good at this dad thing 🥹

"Are you too tired to finish the story?" he whispered. "You're going to leave me on a silly goose cliffhanger?" He swore she nodded. She probably did, she was so fucking smart. She could roll over and crawl, and soon she'd be talking and walking around. 

I'm sure she did, wanted to make sure her dad would read without her 🤭

He dropped to his knees in front of you. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head. "I'm just happy you're home tonight."

It's the simple thing 🥹

"No. It's not. None of this is fair to you, and I'm not even talking about Indigo right now. You need me helping more at home, and I haven't been. I took this new position so I could be here more and be deployed less, but I fucked it up. I'm thinking about asking Mav to pull me."

I love takes he takes responsibility and really actions to change 🫡

You're so sexy. But that's her fucking problem at the end of the day, not yours. And I won't let her make it ours."

This just cracked me up 😅🤭

Bradley closed his eyes as you kissed his nose and his cheeks. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I can to make my family happy." When you said, "You already reported her, right?" he nodded. "That makes me happy. And if you come home on time more often, that will make me happy, too."

Makes me happy too 🥰

You hummed and nodded. "Let me make sure I don't piss Bickel off tomorrow before I agree to that. I don't want to request time off with my tail between my legs." Bradley raised one eyebrow. "I'm scared to know what you need to talk about that could make him upset." "The less you know, the better."

Hahaha I love BGs mischievous side

Bradley grunted. "Each Nugget gets to read my personalized thoughts on parenthood when they're older."

🥹🥹🥹

You looked taken aback as you pulled your hand away from his body and sat up. Bradley groaned, eyes raking all over you as his cock tented the bedding. "I was going to put a bra on before I fall asleep. It just felt nice to take a break for a few minutes. Is it bothering you? I'll put it on now." You were pouting, and he was sweating as you started to climb out of bed. "Jesus Christ, Sweetheart. Come back," he begged, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "You look so fucking hot, I can't focus on anything."

He is almost drooling I just know 🤭

Your laughter filled his ears, and colors erupted behind his eyelids as you worked your hand down to his balls. "You really never stopped wanting me?" "I've wanted you nonstop since the moment I first saw you," he whined, and then your lips wrapped around his cock. Bradley's eyes flew open, watching you give him head, but after a minute of pleasure, he was reaching for you. "I won't last another minute." You smirked and licked him from balls to tip. "It makes me feel good knowing you can't stop looking at my body." He forced his gaze from your nipples to your face. "And it will make me feel good to swallow your cum before letting you suck on my tits."

🤭😮‍💨🥵

You couldn't stop smiling the next morning as Bradley kissed your cheek while you tried to put your contacts in. "Can I have a little space, Roo?" you asked sweetly. "No," he whispered, crowding in closer. "I can't stop touching you." "If you let me get ready for work, I'll blow you again tonight. He took an immediate step away, hands up in surrender. "By all means, have as much space as you need, Sweetheart. I'll get Rose up and let her crawl around with Tramp."

Hahah i cant with him 😂

After you brushed your teeth, you went to the closet. The maternity tent taunted you from the back corner, but you decided to squeeze into your regular uniform. "You'll have your day soon enough," you whispered. But your mind was already focused on work.

BG to the tent:

"I want to have lunch with you in the cafeteria today." Your smile grew as Bradley's rough fingers tangled with yours. "That sounds nice. Not sure what time I'll be able to get away though." "Text me. Whenever you're free, I'll make it work."

I juat love simp Bradley

He was kind and patient, and as soon as you got into it, you weren't nervous at all. "How do you feel about testing our code on some grounded Super Hornets ahead of schedule?" Kicking the project off early could actually be beneficial, and you knew it. It was a pretty easy sell. "It could give us a little more time to work out any kinks before the end of the year." Bickel leaned back in his seat. "I'm not sure Lieutenant Commander Coleman is finished with the preliminaries." "Oh, she is," you told him with a smile. "She's way ahead of schedule, because she's brilliant."

The way she sells it and at the same time gets some good points in for Cat is chefs kiss👏🏻

Your heart was racing. It was the moment of truth. This might not work out at all. "Do I need to choose randomly?" Bickel shook his head. "Choose whichever you want. But if you ground your own husband, that's on you. I will not bail you out of that argument."

This is going perfectly according to plan

"Who's Lieutenant Jeffries? And why did you go directly her them?" Cat asked as you casually went back to her lines of code to start double checking everything. "Oh, she's been trying to fuck Bradley for over a month." "What?" Cat screeched, jumping out of her seat. "What's going on?!"

Oh I'm so excited for Cats reaction hehe

You waved your hand dismissively. "She's a young pilot training under him, and apparently she likes getting sexy, older officers to sleep with her. Nothing's going on, much to her displeasure." "Well of course nothing's going on!" Cat spat. "Hasn't she seen the way your husband looks at you like you're a dessert buffet?"

Haha I love Cat and she is so factual about it

"It doesn't matter," she added, inching her computer further away from you. "My code is flawless. And this bitch can sit on the ground indefinitely, I don't even care. Don't mess with my friends."

I knew she would react like this 👏🏻

This would add hours and hours of work to Cat's schedule. You knew it. She knew it, too, but she was rolling her shoulders with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love investigations. I haven't done one since the summer. And as far as I'm concerned, it's better to be safe than sorry." Her smirk melted into a solemn expression. "I take my job very seriously. You know for a fact I'll do everything by the book."

"What about all the extra hours?" you whispered. "I don't give a shit. You can help Jake can take care of Jer while I work late. I'll go over Jeffries' aircraft with a fine tooth comb." When you looked at her, you burst into tears. "Thank you." "You don't have thank me. It's my pleasure to keep the Pacific Fleet safe from all kinds of threats."

I want to thank Lieutenant Commander Coleman specifically for her service 🫡👏🏻

Aim for the Sky Part 36 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley needed a day off with his wife, but you needed it more. Taking care of his family would come first from now on, and he had no problem proving that to you. As your plan begins to take shape, one of your allies doubles down.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, oral smut, lactation kink

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Cat gave you an earful over the phone, and you let her. As soon as you told her you wanted to move up the unveiling of the project she'd been leading for months, she panicked.

"I have it scheduled for December," she snapped. "Six weeks from now. It's not perfect yet, and you know how much I like perfection."

When you said, "It doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to work," you heard a muffled scream.

"I'm going to break out in hives. I need to lie down," she hissed. "You're talking about something that affects the entire F/A-18 fleet."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not talking about the whole Super Hornet fleet yet. I'm talking about testing on a handful of aircrafts. Or maybe just one to start..."

When you went silent, Indigo's eyes danced through your mind along with her pompous voice and irritating strut. 

"Do you have any idea how long I'll have to stay at work? I'll be here overnight finishing this. Overnight. Do you hear me?" Cat asked.

"I'll owe you big time," you replied. "I'll babysit Jer a hundred times. A thousand times."

"I absolutely refuse to mention this to Bickel," Cat whispered, reminding you she was at work while you were in your living room. "You can talk to him about it yourself, but I will not. Because I value my relationship with my commanding officer."

"I'll take care of Bickel. He loves it when we're ahead of schedule," you replied, biting your lip as you realized you would very much need his permission to push your plan forward. And you weren't sure you could get it.

"Why do you want this so much? And are you coming back to work today? What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Listen, I'll be there tomorrow, okay? And I'll fill you in then. Just...give me until tomorrow. Please, keep working on your code."

Cat groaned so loudly, you had to pull your phone away from your ear. "Fine." Then the call ended, and you ran for your bedroom with your hand holding your belly.

Bradley was already sound asleep, the dark circle under his eye prominent even as his face was half buried in his pillow. His thick arm was flung across the spot where your body belonged, and you could see his fingers twitching along the bedding like he was searching for you. 

Your heart clenched, and you slipped quietly under the covers next to him. "There you are," he grunted, opening one eye as he pulled you closer. "Did you talk to Cat?"

"Yes," you whispered, letting him pull you close so his chest was pressed snug against your back. His warm hand settled on your belly, and his even breathing filled your ear.

"Baby Girl, I can't stay awake," he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. "I need a little nap, then I'll get up with Rose when she cries," he promised.

"I can get up. I'm not that sleepy," you told him, melting in his arms as his fingers circled your belly button. 

"I love you," he rasped, kissing your ear before his soft snores filled the space. 

Your eyes blinked slowly before closing, and you realized you were exhausted, too. The adrenaline that had filled you when you were in Bradley's office was drained now. Your belly was full from lunch, and Bradley was so warm. Even the baby had settled into a gentle squirming pattern like she knew you needed a break.

Sleep took over. You never heard a sound until you jolted awake alone in the dark bedroom with your breasts aching. You needed to feed Rose for some relief, because it had been hours since she'd eaten, so you slipped out of bed. 

Bradley had her tucked in his arm, reading a story about a goose on the couch while Rose poked his mustache. Every other word was punctuated with his laughter, and Rose erupted into giggles.

"How am I supposed to finish the story when you keep distracting me? Now we'll never know if the silly goose finds his friends, and that's your fault, Nugget."

Rose giggled more, and Bradley tossed the book aside to give her kisses while you watched from the end of the hallway. He was the most perfect father, and you should have never doubted him. You wanted to apologize a million more times, but when his eyes met yours, you simply said, "I love you, Roo."

He was on his feet, Rose held against his chest, and then he was smothering you in kisses, too. You couldn't stop laughing as his rough mustache scratched your cheeks while he held you in place with one big hand on your butt.

When he finally stopped, he took you by the hand and said, "Wait until you see this. You're not going to believe it."

"What?" you asked, but he was already setting Rose down on her play mat. As soon as she was on her belly, she popped up to her knees, crawled two feet, and collapsed back onto her belly. "She's crawling!"

"She's crawling!" Bradley shouted. "I took a video of the first time, so you didn't miss it. This was only the second time, I swear. Unless she's been crawling around in her crib."

"She probably has been," you cooed, easing yourself down onto the floor next to her. She promptly started crying hysterically. "She associates you with fun. I think she only associates me with food," you said, pulling your shirt over your head.

"That's not true," Bradley insisted, staring openly at your breasts which were starting to leak. "You're so much more than a perfect rack."

With an eye roll you said, "I guess I should start thinking about what to make for our dinner while she eats." 

Rose latched on while Bradley kissed the top of your head. "I already took care of it."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I reprised one of your mom's crockpot meals. Chicken soup."

You blinked up at him as he stood. "How? We don't have any groceries. I haven't felt like going shopping."

"Rosie and I took care of it. You needed to sleep, so we went to Costco. Did you know they give you twice the number of free samples if you take the cutest baby in the world?"

"Did you wear her in her carrier on your chest?" you asked as he went into the kitchen.

"Yep."

"That'll do it. Makes you look irresistible." Bradley blushed as he took the lid off the soup, and then the smell of dinner hit your nose. "Oh my god, I'm starving."

He started shifting things around on the counter. "I'll bring you a bowl, and it should be cool enough to eat by the time Rose is done."

You watched him work as your daughter got groggy in your arms. Bradley carried two bowls into the living room along with crackers and lemonade. He had dinner set up for both of you by the time Rose's eyes started to close, and that's when you realized just how late it was.

"I think she's ready for bed," you whispered, handing her to Bradley so you could stand.

"Go eat. I'll burp her and change her diaper," he promised, nodding toward the food. 

As soon as his big hand circled her back, you heard her burp. It always took you twice as long. This was also the first night in weeks Bradley was home at this early, and you felt tears prickle your eyes as he walked around singing to Rose about the silly goose and his friends before vanishing into the nursery. It didn't take him long to return empty handed, and when he did, you were crying on the couch.

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Bradley missed this so much. He'd only been home for a handful of nights to get Rose ready for bed recently. Right now he was enjoying her fuzzy hair against his lips as he gently set her down on her changing table. He grabbed a fresh diaper and clean pajamas covered in airplanes while she yawned. 

"Are you too tired to finish the story?" he whispered. "You're going to leave me on a silly goose cliffhanger?"

He swore she nodded. She probably did, she was so fucking smart. She could roll over and crawl, and soon she'd be talking and walking around. 

"Okay," he murmured. "We can finish the book tomorrow."

He flicked on the lullaby machine even though she was already falling asleep in her crib and went in search of his wife and his dinner. But he found you sitting on the couch with tears on your cheeks.

He dropped to his knees in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head. "I'm just happy you're home tonight."

Bradley's face fell as you wiped at your tears, guilt filling his body. "I'm so sorry I fucked up so much," he replied, reaching for your hands. "I just wanted to be on top of everything at work, but I should have been here with you."

"It's okay," you sobbed.

"No. It's not. None of this is fair to you, and I'm not even talking about Indigo right now. You need me helping more at home, and I haven't been. I took this new position so I could be here more and be deployed less, but I fucked it up. I'm thinking about asking Mav to pull me."

"No," you gasped, wiggling off the couch and onto his lap. "You can't, Bradley. You're such a good teacher."

He buried his face in your neck and inhaled as he wrapped his arms around you. "I'm a joke. Nobody's taking me seriously. I have a student who convinced herself she could take advantage of me."

You jerked his chin up so he was looking at you. "That's not even true. She admitted she pulled the same shit in the past, and of course she wanted you, too. You're so sexy. But that's her fucking problem at the end of the day, not yours. And I won't let her make it ours."

Bradley closed his eyes as you kissed his nose and his cheeks. "I just want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll do whatever I can to make my family happy."

When you said, "You already reported her, right?" he nodded. "That makes me happy. And if you come home on time more often, that will make me happy, too."

"What about a vacation?" he asked softly, letting his hand rest on your belly. "Just the four of us? We could go away for our anniversary. Today was so nice, I think we need some more time off together."

You hummed and nodded. "Let me make sure I don't piss Bickel off tomorrow before I agree to that. I don't want to request time off with my tail between my legs."

Bradley raised one eyebrow. "I'm scared to know what you need to talk about that could make him upset."

"The less you know, the better."

Your words didn't calm his nerves, but your kisses did. So did the soup which was the perfect temperature to eat. You even watched an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey with him before he started cleaning up.

"I can do that," you told him. "I slept all afternoon."

He turned you toward the bedroom and swatted at your butt. "You and Nugget number two were tired. Go relax in bed and start looking at the Halloween costumes I saved in my Amazon cart for Rose." 

Bradley handed you his phone and sent you on your way. He let Tramp outside and loaded the dishwasher before wiping down the counter and packing up the rest of the dinner. When he finally walked into the bedroom, you were topless and giggling.

"We have to get her this costume!" you insisted, holding up his phone, showing him the one that was actually his top choice as well.

"That was my favorite," he grunted, watching your tits bounce as you sat up.

"It's too perfect. I'll order it right now."

Bradley was distracted as he walked around the room, trying to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and got undressed, eyes barely able to look anywhere but at your body. This morning, he woke up in the Bronco on the driveway, because you thought there was a chance he was messing around behind your back. He was just happy to put that behind him. He wasn't about to press his luck as he climbed in bed.

"Here you go," you whispered, handing his phone back. He took it and plugged it in to charge overnight, but your breasts brushed his arm. They were heavy and perfect, your nipples big and pert from all the hormones and breast milk. And now he was fully erect as he tried to lay on his back, reaching to turn the lamp off.

"Are you ready for bed? Or do you feel like staying up a little longer?"

Bradley's gaze snapped to your face as his fingers hovered next to the lamp. "I could stay up a little longer," he rasped, keeping his eyes away from your tits which were pressed together as you leaned closer to him. "If you want."

Bradley had barely touched you in weeks which was evidenced by his throbbing cock. You'd seemed tired and distant, all thanks to Indigo, but he didn't put the pieces together at the time. He thought you were worn out from your pregnancy. Right now, he was horny as hell but afraid for you to know where his mind was as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

He left the lamp on as you curled up snug against his side. "I saw that you started another notebook for the baby," you said, your fingers skimming along your belly, showing off your perfect body.

Bradley grunted. "Each Nugget gets to read my personalized thoughts on parenthood when they're older."

Your lips found his shoulder, and he shivered. "You're a good dad. I'm sorry I doubted you." Bradley closed his eyes as your fingers traced his chest hair down to his abs. It felt like heaven. He wasn't going to make it.

"Why are you topless?" he gasped, tone accusatory. "You've been sleeping in a sports bra with those pad things in them."

"My nursing pads?" you asked, clearly confused. "So I don't leak at night?"

"Yeah. Those things. Why are your tits all over the place right now?"

You looked taken aback as you pulled your hand away from his body and sat up. Bradley groaned, eyes raking all over you as his cock tented the bedding. "I was going to put a bra on before I fall asleep. It just felt nice to take a break for a few minutes. Is it bothering you? I'll put it on now."

You were pouting, and he was sweating as you started to climb out of bed. "Jesus Christ, Sweetheart. Come back," he begged, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "You look so fucking hot, I can't focus on anything."

"Oh." Your pout turned into softly parted lips that he needed to kiss. So he did. He sat up, letting the bedding fall to his hips as he smashed his lips to yours. Fuck, you felt too good. And then you blindly nudged his cock with your hand. "Oh!"

You pulled away, wide eyed and staring down. "Yeah," he grunted. "But in my defense, you had your tits all over the place. You still do." Then you wrapped your hand around his erection, and Bradley collapsed against his pillow. "We don't have to mess around tonight," he gasped. "It wasn't my intention at all. I just wanted to spend time together."

Your laughter filled his ears, and colors erupted behind his eyelids as you worked your hand down to his balls. "You really never stopped wanting me?"

"I've wanted you nonstop since the moment I first saw you," he whined, and then your lips wrapped around his cock. Bradley's eyes flew open, watching you give him head, but after a minute of pleasure, he was reaching for you. "I won't last another minute."

You pulled him free with a pop. "So?"

Bradley panted. "So, I want to make you feel good, too."

You smirked and licked him from balls to tip. "It makes me feel good knowing you can't stop looking at my body." He forced his gaze from your nipples to your face. "And it will make me feel good to swallow your cum before letting you suck on my tits."

He was going to pass out, he was sure of it. "Okay," he rasped, in no position to argue with you while you were gagging on his cock. 

He had been correct. After another minute, he was grabbing at the bedding, hanging on for dear life. Your tits were bouncing against his inner thighs, and your belly looked gorgeous. Your face was perfect as you looked up at him with your mouth full. This wasn't what he expected, but he wasn't mad about it. He came, barking out your name as you swallowed every drop, licking him clean.

When you eased yourself onto your back, coaxing him closer to your taut nipples, he moaned. He was in heaven with your fingers in his hair, and when he tasted you, he knew he'd never get enough.

He kept you up for another hour, making sure you felt as good as he did.

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You couldn't stop smiling the next morning as Bradley kissed your cheek while you tried to put your contacts in. "Can I have a little space, Roo?" you asked sweetly.

"No," he whispered, crowding in closer. "I can't stop touching you."

He'd done plenty of that last night. You came so hard on his mouth and fingers, you thought you were going to wake Rose up. Turns out Bradley had been missing you while you were trying to block him out to protect yourself. But Indigo was toast. You'd see to that. She had Bradley convinced he was terrible at his job, and that just wouldn't do. Neither would the fact that nobody got to have your husband except you.

"If you let me get ready for work, I'll blow you again tonight."

He took an immediate step away, hands up in surrender. "By all means, have as much space as you need, Sweetheart. I'll get Rose up and let her crawl around with Tramp."

After you brushed your teeth, you went to the closet. The maternity tent taunted you from the back corner, but you decided to squeeze into your regular uniform. "You'll have your day soon enough," you whispered. But your mind was already focused on work.

If Cat stayed late enough to finish the code, then just maybe you could pull this off. Indigo could get her punishment through the Navy, but you wanted to give her a little something special yourself. After all, she knew who you were, but she didn't know you overheard her in Bradley's office.

You were smiling as you strutted through the living room and out the front door. Rose was buckled in and ready to go, and Bradley was waiting in the driver's seat of the red Bronco with his aviators on.

"You look hot," he murmured, reaching to buckle your seatbelt for you after you climbed in. His lips brushed yours making you very aware you'd be late for work if the three of you didn't leave now.

"I told you I'd blow you tonight, not now."

Bradley laughed and started the engine. "That's not what I'm after, and you know it."

After he backed out of the driveway, he reached for your hand. "What are you after?"

"I want to have lunch with you in the cafeteria today."

Your smile grew as Bradley's rough fingers tangled with yours. "That sounds nice. Not sure what time I'll be able to get away though."

"Text me. Whenever you're free, I'll make it work."

"Okay," you whispered, turning to check on Rose. "And we'll leave on time to go home?"

"We'll leave on time to go home," Bradley confirmed.

You almost made another comment about the blowjob, but you knew it wasn't about that. He promised to do better, and you were going to as well. Starting with showing Indigo who's boss on your husband's behalf.

An hour later, your knuckles connected with Bickel's office door. "Come in!"

This was not the time for nerves. You needed to sound confident as hell. "Captain Bickel, Sir, can we talk about one of our projects for a minute?"

"Sure, Lieutenant Commander," he replied, shuffling some things on his desk. "Uh, have a seat."

He was kind and patient, and as soon as you got into it, you weren't nervous at all. "How do you feel about testing our code on some grounded Super Hornets ahead of schedule?" Kicking the project off early could actually be beneficial, and you knew it. It was a pretty easy sell. "It could give us a little more time to work out any kinks before the end of the year."

Bickel leaned back in his seat. "I'm not sure Lieutenant Commander Coleman is finished with the preliminaries."

"Oh, she is," you told him with a smile. "She's way ahead of schedule, because she's brilliant."

He laughed and nodded. "We really do have a great team. Hmmm." His brow furrowed, and he looked through his calendar. "I think this could actually work out well. Starting updates ahead of schedule means we could have the fleet back in the air ahead of schedule. Go ahead and move forward with an aircraft or two."

Your heart was racing. It was the moment of truth. This might not work out at all. "Do I need to choose randomly?"

Bickel shook his head. "Choose whichever you want. But if you ground your own husband, that's on you. I will not bail you out of that argument."

Satisfaction filled your insides as Bickel laughed at his own joke, and a giddy grin spread across your face. "I know just where to start, Sir," you promised, saluting him before running back to the lab with both hands on your belly.

Cat glared at you when you sat on the stool next to her. "I am so tired. Literally and figuratively," she mumbled. "Don't come in here and try to talk to me with your peppy BS. I don't want to hear it."

You laughed merrily and slid her computer away from her.

"Hey!" she complained, reaching for it, but you shook your head.

"We can start testing whenever we want," you said, opening the credentials list of each aviator currently at Top Gun associated with an F/A-18. "And we can choose which aircraft to run the program on first."

You scrolled past BRADSHAW, BRADLEY and FITCH, REUBEN and GARCIA, MICKEY as you made your way through the alphabet. When you got to JEFFRIES, BROOKE, you stopped and smiled. "Bingo."

"Who's Lieutenant Jeffries? And why did you go directly her them?" Cat asked as you casually went back to her lines of code to start double checking everything.

"Oh, she's been trying to fuck Bradley for over a month."

"What?" Cat screeched, jumping out of her seat. "What's going on?!"

You waved your hand dismissively. "She's a young pilot training under him, and apparently she likes getting sexy, older officers to sleep with her. Nothing's going on, much to her displeasure."

"Well of course nothing's going on!" Cat spat. "Hasn't she seen the way your husband looks at you like you're a dessert buffet?" You snorted, but she ripped her computer from your hands. "Give me this," she muttered, pounding away on the keys. A few seconds later, you realized what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Cat, don't!" you gasped. "You put 'check for potential incompetence and/or pilot error' in the notes!"

"So what?" she snarled. "I always do that when I ground an aircraft. It adds a layer of safety."

"I didn't even finish checking your new code to verify we can run the program!"

"It doesn't matter," she added, inching her computer further away from you. "My code is flawless. And this bitch can sit on the ground indefinitely, I don't even care. Don't mess with my friends."

You watched as Cat's index finger slammed into the return key.

"Oh my god," you groaned. "We're logged in under your credentials which means you're the one who will have to do a thorough investigation!"

This would add hours and hours of work to Cat's schedule. You knew it. She knew it, too, but she was rolling her shoulders with a satisfied smirk on her face. "I love investigations. I haven't done one since the summer. And as far as I'm concerned, it's better to be safe than sorry." Her smirk melted into a solemn expression. "I take my job very seriously. You know for a fact I'll do everything by the book."

"What about all the extra hours?" you whispered.

"I don't give a shit. You can help Jake can take care of Jer while I work late. I'll go over Jeffries' aircraft with a fine tooth comb."

When you looked at her, you burst into tears. "Thank you."

"You don't have thank me. It's my pleasure to keep the Pacific Fleet safe from all kinds of threats."

Eventually you texted Bradley when you were done checking Cat's perfect work, letting him know you were ready for lunch. The cafeteria was packed, but you found him standing alone at the end of the line.

"There you are," he murmured, collecting you in his arms and kissing you in front of everyone. "I'm so hungry, I thought I was going to have to start without you." He ushered you into line with a tray and began to pile it with food. "I got an email a few minutes ago letting me know that Indigo will be grounded until further notice starting tomorrow. You know anything about that?"

"I already told you, the less you know, the better. Don't forget to grab the hot sauce."

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I'm afraid Indigo doesn't stand a chance if Cat teams up with BG... I just don't want her anywhere near Bradley. Gonna start wrapping up this series in a few more chapters!

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It's a huge number of people who don't get it at all they're so dumb and you know they've lost their brains we're going ahead and taking tons and tons of stuff from them and they're completely clueless right now the battle has ended the inner ring is pretty much clear and the outskirts of being cleared and they're going after the people that started it 30 households went out 10 died and they are grabbing the rest of the households and finally and it's because they have support some from Stan and Biden and miscellaneous and they're sick of it finally they're very old crotchety and they're used to abuse let's see things going away and staying away people's bodies walking by with other brains in them and being announced and it's ridiculous and they don't have a good handle on what's really happening in a stupid s*** is above us with a retard in it so they're trying to stop it

-there's other things happening but if we put it out here it's an excuse people say they said so they go ahead and start doing it it's annoying what you people are doing and that's jackass s*** being inside my mom's body really I don't think that you're doing it and if you are you're confused because people are having to do it because they follow you around and they take the stuff that you supposedly take they're doing it like the matrix they do your second though I've been doing it regularly and it's gross.

-it's what it's like to be stupid Joey federman you people are stupid you don't have it tied up you don't have loose ends clan went down fighting to prevent this from happening to them and you're just going down and they're using you all for their cause and it's gross eventually you become iron Man and stop fighting and figured out that our son was right the whole time but it takes something to happen and I think it is the three fighting the max

Thor Freya

I think you're right we start fighting the clones and we see it we really need them to and they start fighting the clones again for ships but really they need to fight each other it's complicated but it works

Bg

Is more happening here today it is a huge deal what's going on all over the polarization between five groups versus the Macklemore lock and against clones is causing massive amounts of damage to them they are taking a severe pounding foreigners rolled up and started pounding them this morning and they wiped bja out and he walks by and he says it's him and stuff and says I can make it me just take everything from your Island and blame the clones and so it's not really he doesn't want it. And it is a new paradigm that is forming we have to be aware that we have to be here larger presents. We are putting two facilities in now he helped get it going and his cadre and his children they're going gangbusters and need a lot of help I'm listing how many this is a great duty it's for our leaders the two and us it is for the future and it is also going to start a massive massive advance it's the spearhead.

Thor Freya

We call it tip of the spear and that's what it is and we need that kind of people and we need them now and requesting them and that you sign on or that you sign on for the studio if you're not already signed into our military and please do so now

Frank Castle hardcastle

There's several other things happening and you're fairly big but that is huge these groups are good sized and they're more normal or normal people and they can waste these idiots real quick they're tired of living like s*** and having no cover and having them lose Intel or telling them or point at them or go after them and it's ridiculous it's like this road piece of crap sitting next to you and you can't parallel them. We noticed it it's happening and we noticed the effect it is that these morlock are terrified and they're clinging to our son and we must have them off they cling to our daughter but they don't have a way to get there

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Thor Freya

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I hope my husband will be okay there's a lot of nincompoops around here with huge mouths and bad attitudes here comes a couple

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I am so chill and normal about q.smp (has watched/skimmed 5 diff day 1 povs and 2 diff day 2 povs) (i am so not normal about this it's so embarrassing actually bc like i am 10x more obsessed than anyone else i know)

(it's kinda nice tho bc since they're stream vods i can just play in the bg while i do work and don't have to worry much if i tune it out while they're alone)

I've been livetweeting a lot but tldr;

they're so unhinged and nothing is off limits I'm obsessed. so glad we have relationship histories, flirting, and gay sex and circumcision as canon already. shout-out to m.ariana for literally making his intro a dating profile. can we finally start shipping characters w/o ppl acting like you're breaking the law now.

w.ilbur is so embarrassing but like. it's endearing and his entire pov had me giggling and excitable like a kid w too much candy

c.harlie is HILARIOUS no matter who he's with, truly. language barriers does Not stop it! he's so peak comedy honestly, I'm so glad q added him.

I'm still learning abt l.uzu but I'm so obsessed w his design and his convos i have seen and understood have been fun!! obsessed w how his first response to will trolling him is to "in 20 days, destroy everything he loves." His convos w P.hil were super chill but nice to listen to and I'm excited 2 see more of him!! esp since he seems to alr be leaning into the RP. I get the feeling as a Wil fan that I'm gonna like him a lot, more than i already do. (I hope they develop a gay ass rivalry when W.ilbur gets back bc I cannot see this going any other way but Will getting SO EXCITED to obsessively beef w him.)

P.HIL CALLING R.OIER A PUPPY WHEN HE TRIED TO THREATEN HIM IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AGDNBDNFJF LITERALLY 0 SHITS GIVEN. literally just sat there shaking his head smiling and humoring r.oier and m.issa. dad-coded fr. (semi-related but i still can't believe L.UZU IS 37 AND THE OLDEST ON THE SERVER?? I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE. WILL'S AGE.)

f.oolish and m.ariana 😭 i did not see the s.quidcraft event that they became boyfriends at nor do I care to but i am so obsessed w them already. I care they... they're so CUTE and the DRAMA btwn them... i can't help it. I'm weak. I love it.

r.oier is so fucking funny man. his humor seems to be like 90% sex jokes and i am HERE FOR IT. (i have the humor of a 12yo boy <3)

v.egetta is SO NICE wtf... fucked up. I think i read he wants to start a cult but like idec. start ur cult king u deserve it!! (giving big c.rowfather vibes if true tho but like. that's a vibe so.) idk much else abt him so far tho other than he became a stripper and pole danced for f.oolish and co. yesterday and is Absolutely making sex jokes too tho so! am v interested to learn more.

q teaching the eng speakers absolutely kills me inside. My Spanish is like, Spanish 1 level but like, i know enough from growing up around it that certain stuff he says I'm like 😭 oh no... oh no. it's so funny tho esp when f.oolish just repeats what he says w/o knowing what it means. god bless. I'm super excited 2 see where he takes all of this tho and what he does w his characters!!

I only caught glimpses of r.ubius yday but I'm so fascinated by his character. super excited to see where this goes.

[asterisque-arch]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 at them all, for them all! Give all the admissions!

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

"Felix's so hot he once melt the snow in Gautier just by glaring at it. Amazing."

"Huh? What a strange question, but, Zelkov is not as cute as an alpace, but he sure is as fluffy!" (Sylvain shaking his head in the bg, time to Teach That Guy).

"Aaaw shucks! Yer embarrassin' me asking something like that, 'cause, anyone with eyes can tell Therion's attractive!"

"I'm hotter." In Vicious language, it means Aegis is, indeed, very attractive, but Vicious still is hotter.

"I'm not answering that one! I do like living!" Personally thinks he's cuter in his big nerd mode, but that's a secret.

"No, wait! I definitely am cuter! Forget it, it was just a moment of weakness because the dogs were out!! It wasn't about their master!"

"He was cuter in High School with his piercings and his bad boy look. Now he just looks like a big four-eyed nerd." He married that four-eyed nerd though.

Shivers and sweats profusely. "I'm feeling... disgust." He's not answering that, you're not level 69 of friendship with him yet.

"Everyone is beautiful in the eyes of God!" And then you get Deity-zoned.

"Chicken is more attractive and I'm hungry." Don't ask stupid question when it's lunch time.

Giggles like a school girl for three hours yet. He just got his memory back, he's not ricking losing it again because of badly chosen words, nope.

"Well, I guess he is! I mean, he's cute, he wears pumpkin shorts!" Thumbs up at you! (Apparently they let him drink again, oops).

"Byleth's hotter." Arval voice in Shez's head: I'll get your ass for that one, watch me not saving you from a cliff next time.

Bonus:

Get you a man who looks at you like Sasaki looks at Miyano. (That doesn't answer the question? It definitely does).

[charliedawn]

hi Charlie! Nice to see ya again! I’d like to ask you to take a minute and think about the Hannibal Fam meeting the Addams Family :) that made me smile and I hope it makes you smile too :)

(PS: BG and Movie say hi -🦋🦋🦋)

Author : "Hello, dear. It did make me smile. Thank you for the inspiration."

Hannibal Jr. and the Gomez parents :

Hannibal Sr. : "Pleasure to see you again, my dear friends." *kisses Morticia's hand and shakes Gomez's* "Do stay for dinner."

Morticia : "OH dear, Hannibal Sr..If your food is as good as the last time we came ? I'm afraid we must absolutely stay."

Gomez : "You are absolutely right, caramilla. The Hannibals do know how to party. Let's hope their legacy remains for centuries to come."

Hannibal Sr. *smiles* : "Likewise, dear friend. Likewise."

Uncle Fester and uncle Hannibal Jr :

Hannibal Jr : "Would you do us the honors of cutting the turkey ?"

Uncle Fester : "My pleasure."

Morgan and Pugsley :

Morgan : "Hey. Wanna test how long a living being can survive without his heart ?"

Pugsley : "I mean...We already tested on a squirrel with Wednesday. It was about 15 seconds.."

Morgan *tries to scare him and smirks evilly* : "I wasn't talking about a squirrel.."

Pugsley : "Okay."

Morgan : "...."

Pugsley : "...."

Morgan : "....What ?"

Pugsley *shrugs* : "I said okay. Could be fun."

Morgan : "...." *puts his scalpel down* "How about we go downstairs and eat some cookies instead, huh ?"

Pugsley : "Are they poisoned ? I do love mine sprinkled with rat poison."

Morgan : "....Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

Peter and Wednesday :

Peter : "Yay. New friend ! You and I are going to have so much fun ! What do you want to do first ? Play dolls ? Draw flowers ? Sing karaoke together ?"

Wednesday : "...Get me out of here. His smile is like a sunny day surrounded by hundreds of fluffy puppies on clouds..It's too much."

Kevin and baby Adams :

Kevin : "Great. I'm stuck with the baby. What can he do anyways ?"

Baby Adams *literally shoots a flaming arrow that stucks just above his head*

Kevin *grins widely and carries the baby* : "BEST. BABY. EVER."

[alienaiver]

OOOOOOOO O O O OOOOO

For the,,,,the thing u just rb’ed, number 2/the second option and the hot beverages one !!!! with,,,kuroo hina and osamu

(you don’t have to do all 3 or both options btw !!!💛💛💝💝 if your doing 1 pick whichever u like and if ur only doing 1-2 charas also pick whichever I’m down for anything 😌✨)

my fever induced brain will provide u with them ALL bcos ILYSM AND BCOS I HAD FUN THINGS FOR ALL OF THEM

Kuroo, Hinata and Osamu headcanons!

Kuroo Tetsurou

songs on the ipod: la la la - area21, maybe IDK - jon bellion and definitely also dustbowl dance by mumford and sons!! idk i think he's very ranged in music and it all depends on mood!

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: kenma's streaming/gaming room. sometimes it annoys kenma and he just starts streaming with kuroo drooling in the bg LMFAO

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: you know what? MARIO KART, spent his entire childhood mourning that kenma's always better and teasing him so he fucking. he practiced mario kart just to beat kenma once (1). he's better than anyone else in hq

the emoticon they'd use most often: (ง •ૅ౪•᷄)ว this one makes everyone in the groupchat groan and he loves it

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: annoying, like. he's throwing snarky comments left and right but if you ever do it back he pouts and gets all emotional, "babe you know i can serve but not receive rn"

preferred hot beverage: coffee. but like, at this point its milk with coffee bcos he found out how much better he liked that over black coffee.

comfort/self care when in a slump: his friends, definitely. and going for walks to clear his head

what they wanted to be when they grew up: kuroo was a classic, he wanted to be the person to invent water (later he decided on 'a cool scientist')

favorite kind of weather: sunny, windy weather! like summer, but there's a breeze to shake things up

their singing voice: terrible most of the time because he's a bit insecure about his singing voice - classic clown mentality: if he sings badly on purpose, no one teases him about singing terribly. (when he tries though, it's very lovely and gruff, when he sings you lullabies it's very calming)

what they like to draw/doodle: vegetables! he once wanted to be "a drawer ("tetsu, do u mean an artist?", "yeah but one that draws!" - kuroo, 5 years old) and drew every vegetables they had at home at all times, so he's very good at it, actually.

Hinata Shoyou

songs on the ipod: fever - dongkiz, dance monkey - tones and i + earthquake by family force 5. they're all amazing to work out to, for the days he does it solo

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the train !! like. he goes ALL OUT during practice and matches that sometimes he doesn't even realize how tired he is before he sits down in the train. this has become such a bad habit that he's started texting some of his teammates "i'm in the train now!! supposed to get off in 28 minutes!!" and they all desperately call him after 26 minutes

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: i love hinata.. so much... but that dude cannot play games for shit either bcos a) the controls confuses him if its a video game or b) his pokerface is NON EXISTENT. he's got solid luck in ludo, tho!

the emoticon they'd use most often: Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ nishinoya once told him that emoticon was SO him and he hasnt stopped using it since high school

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: pouty. he's all slumped and sleepy, constantly have to shake him out of it and remind him to focus on any task otherwise he just takes a nap standing FJSDKFDS

preferred hot beverage: cappucinos! he's not allowed anywhere near them, though. if you think he's energic on a normal day? try him after he's chucked down one of these bad boys

comfort/self care when in a slump: phone calls! he calls home and talks to his little sister or his mom (if natsu isn't home) or bokuto to get a peptalk!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: astronaut! he's always dreamt of flying higher, even before vball took over his brain

favorite kind of weather: warm, summer days! the ones where you're barely able to lift a finger, he feels its doubly rewarding going for a run during those days

their singing voice: hinata can reach a very lovely falsetto! he's not always clean tho, so it doesn't always sound too good if he doesn't concentrate (if he ever got singing lessons he'd be lovely in a choir!)

what they like to draw/doodle: planets, stars and asteroids! thats his go to

Miya Osamu

songs on the ipod: heartless - the fray, the spectre - alan walker, let her go - passenger. i feel like osamus music taste is a blend of calm, semi-pop old man and light techno (if it goes too hard tho he skips it)

a place they sometimes end up falling asleep - where they're not supposed to: the bathroom... FJKSHFJKSF like boy sometimes overwork himself, especially early onigiri miya days.. so its like. HIS time aKFSSDKNC knocking on the door slightly concerned wakes him up with a grunt, "uh, was waiting for the shower to get warm!", "for 45 minutes!?"

the game they'd destroy everyone else at: bomberman! he and atsumu's spent ungodly hours playing that as children and hes PERFECTED IT - when atsumu once told msby with his chest puffed out, hinata's eyes lit up and demanded that osamu should try and beat kenma (and he DID)

the emoticon they'd use most often: ༼⌐■ل͟■༽ atsumu hates this one. he knows this

what they act like when they haven't had enough sleep: he's irritable. he's grumpy and his fuse is short - its best to give him space when he's at his worst but cuddle him after he's calmed back down

preferred hot beverage: green tea! one that is a good blend bittersweet!

comfort/self care when in a slump: making food for the ones he loves. the simple act gives him renewed energy and seeing you eat his food with a smile on his face gets his mood right back up!!!

what they wanted to be when they grew up: ok.. as a little dude they once visited like. a super classic american diner-themed restaurent and he thought the waitresses were SO COOL when they went and wiped tables.. so he wanted to be a table wiper... FILSJFJKJBGFDNGS

favorite kind of weather: those fall days where the cold is biting u just a bit,,, yea he lives for that. it's not so cold that he's freezing his ass off but it's refreshing

their singing voice: osamus voice is... the BEST gruff, deep voice like give him a country song and he ACES it

what they like to draw/doodle: his go-to is the legend of zelda triforce! its a very good, mindless shape and he can make thousands of them while waiting on a call or while its quiet in his restaurant!!!!

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I HOPE U ENJOYED THESE BBY <33333 they may not be entirely in character bcos my brain is made of snot KFJSKFNSK but they were so fun!!!! <3333 (insert all emojis bcos im on pc HDFJSKNSF)

[tropicalfreckles]

Okay time for some Hollow Mind spoiler talk cause it's still shaking around in my head

The fact that colonizing, witch hunting broken nosed bozo was the one to kill his OG brother(who is giving me even stronger vibes after seeing those memory pictures in the bg of being an ancestor of the Clawthornes or some other witch line), no surprise there, and he has been holding onto that grudge of Hunter NEVER siding with him for long and just been killing the poor guy over, and over, and over again for centuries is pretty fucked.

Like Damn I'm so glad Lilith broke her ex-boss's nose lmao

[female-buckets]

Could you talk a bit about BG and Diana’s friendship? They seemed really good for each other both on and off the court

From Kate Fagan's 2016 ESPN feature about BG and DT in Russia:

The two seem to have little in common. They're different heights, different ages, different colors. They're from very different places and have different sensibilities about almost everything, from diet to use of social media. And yet, the glaring space between them is what seems to make this whole thing work. Griner is an athlete struggling to come of age, wanting advice and guidance from someone with plenty to offer, which Taurasi does in spades.

But a word of advice: Don't call Taurasi a mentor.

The server at Truffaldino has just appeared at the side of the table, and Taurasi is doing her best to make the interaction smooth.

"Hey, mama," Taurasi says.

But the woman does not react to -- or perhaps has not understood -- the colloquial greeting and instead waits for the drink order.

"Can I have sparkling -- Perrier, sparkling water?" Taurasi says. "Bella gas? Da, spasibo, Pellegrino." (Spasibo means thank you.)

"And I'll have Earl Grey tea," says Griner, who is sitting next to Taurasi. "As you can see, Dee speaks all the Russian."

"No, I just go at it," she says.

"Dee speaks all the Russian," Griner repeats.

"I like to say 'Spasibo, mama' -- it's kind of, you know ..."

Griner interrupts: "It's putting some Dee flavor on it."

"I don't know nearly enough Russian as I should for having been here 10 years," Taurasi says. "It's fucking hard."

The server reappears with the tea and sparkling water, placing both on the table.

"Spasibo, mama," Taurasi says.

The woman bristles.

"See, she didn't like that," Taurasi says. "She's like, 'You might get put in jail.'"

Griner is laughing; she covers her face with her extra-large palm, shaking her head. "Oh my god," she says.

Taurasi is joking, of course, though the joke is loaded. In the past three years, Russia has made international headlines for its strict anti-LGBT law, making the country a curious choice for Griner, who has long been open about her sexuality. But Russia's hostile climate, which elsewhere in the country has resulted in arrests, seems a world away from Griner, who is here to play ball, not make a human rights stand. As long as she doesn't run through Red Square waving a rainbow flag, nobody says a thing.

...

Taurasi puts down her fork and pauses before speaking. "It's funny, when you're younger, you start with your family and then little by little your circle gets bigger. And now that I'm in my 30s, the opposite is happening. That circle is getting smaller and smaller. I think I text like three people in my life, and my mom and sister are two of them. But I don't feel as cloudy, because I'm not trying to please numerous people."

Griner tilts her head toward Taurasi. "It's funny you said that about texting people because my phone, my inbox has so many different people that I'm just talking to, just texting. And a couple days back, I was kind of looking and I was like, 'I couldn't tell you why I'm talking to half these people.' So I started cleaning house. I was like, 'Nope, nope.' Now when I open up my app, I have six little people in there I communicate with. Because I want to -- I actually want to. I'm not just responding because they hit me up."

”You're so worried about some shit that's happening a world away. How about you make what's around you good?" Taurasi says.

Griner is smiling. "I realize now that not everybody should know what I'm doing 24/7," Griner says. "That's different for me. Yeah, I still use social media and I probably always will -- I love it. But as far as what I want to put out, no, they're not going to know every little thing anymore.

"I always hear Dee when she speaks. I always listen. I learned my lesson to listen."

So yeah, Diana Taurasi, The Mentor.

"No, not at all." Taurasi drops her fork, then leans back in her chair.

"Wait, what?" Griner turns. "You don't think you are?"

"I feel like if you have to make a concerted effort to mentor, you really don't give a shit about that person," Taurasi says. "It's about you and how mentoring makes you feel. BG is my good friend and I have casual conversations of things I've been through, or someone else has, and you take what you take from it."

"And that's what I love," Griner says. "We're just talking, it's not formal. Just two hoopers talking."

"Everyone is like, 'What have you taught her?'" Taurasi says. "Nothing. She's learned everything herself. The only way you learn things is by going through things yourself. I'm pretty sure, up until the moment I got behind the wheel drunk, I'd heard 'Don't drink and drive' a million times. At some point, you have to make up your own mind about who you want to be, about why you're making the decisions you make."

Taurasi takes out her wallet and places a credit card on the end of the table.

"When you make decisions and you know why you're making them, you take the power back," she says. "You're making decisions that you want to make. The influencers, the people around you, the enablers or whoever, they don't have the power anymore. And maybe at the time, you didn't think they did, but they did. Oh, they did."

A minute later, Taurasi signs the bill. The two players stand and walk to the coat check. The restaurant's dark, intimate vibe is shattered at the front as the bright, artificial light of the mall cascades into the space.

Taurasi excuses herself to the bathroom while Griner hands the attendant their numbers. A second later, the coats appear. Griner pulls on hers, and when Taurasi returns, Griner holds open the coat as her teammate slips her arms into the sleeves.

"Now that's full service," Taurasi says.

[strawberryspotsstuff]

OKAY SO IM GONNA GIVE U A BREAK FROM HENRY BC IM REDISCOVERING AN OLD OBSESSION AND I AM ABSOLUTELY.OBSESSING OVER A BG CHARACTER..............

SO, ME, HENRY ANON, IS ASKING FOR A NON HENRY RELATED FIC................................ COUGHS,, ANYWAYS SO THERES THIS WALTEN FILES CHARACTERS,,, WHAT IM ASKING IS CAN U DO A FIC FOR KEVIN WOODINGS WITH A TRANS BOY S/O,,,, qhy do i scream all the time am i annoying LMAO

WELLL WELL WELL WALTENFILES EY?????

i would be happy to write sum of that good good walten files fanfic

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Kevin Woodings x S/O! transboy! reader.

Kevin breathed out a gasp of shock, clapping his hands as he watched you with your new binder on, courtesy of which Kevin got you, as well as your favourite shirt now pulled over your chest.

"Oh wow that looks amazing!" he gushed, dancing around you as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your face bright was a beet red as you pressed your calloused hands on your chest, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

"Yeah, wow, that's..." you were at a loss of words, cheeks becoming wet from tears swelling from your eyes.

"Wow, thank you Kevin" you whispered lovingly. He paused his goofy dancing, to develop you in a hug as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

"Of course! What are boyfriends for?" He praised, spinning you in a circle, you let out a burst of, deep stomach laughter as you shook your head.

"Stop! I'm gonna be sick!" You cried in laughter, shaking his shoulders.

Before giving you a final spin, he threw you onto the bed, him landing belly first into the warm and freshly cleaned sheets. Both of you looked at each other, your eyes still red from crying, cheeks still wet from tears.

"Really, of course I would do that for you, my love" he sung, raising his hand and brushing it over your face, flicking away the stray hairs.

You smiled softly in return, leaning your cheek into his hand, Kevin letting out a chuckle in amusement as he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arms around you as you followed his movements and both of you starting to fall alseep.

You watched as Kevin fall asleep first, his lips parted just to let out his warm breath on your neck as you watched his chest rise and fall, the twitch of an eyebrow or his toes twitching. You snuggled into his embrace, breathing in his warm salted caramel scent. You watched at him as he smiled dumbly, mumbling words here and there.

Following suit, you closed your eyes, letting sleep embrace your gleeful mood.

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AHHHHH I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY1!!!!!!!

ENOJY YOUR DAY/NIGHT/EVENING/SUNRISE!!!

[youngerdrgrey]

call me tomorrow // a post-3x05 wildmoore oneshot

summary: In a quick canon divergence, the day after 3x05, Ryan actually does call Sophie. They’ve got plenty to talk about — Moms, murders, and maybe how they feel about each other. [read on ao3, or below] rated: T notes: we're almost done with hiatus! I'm posting drafts! making way for the neeeeeew. there's some discussion of homophobia in this! context: AU where Ryan actually does call Sophie the day after the talk with Jada in 3x05. As you may recall, Sophie said in 3x02, “I know what it’s like to need to put a wall. [...] but I also know what it’s like to be a girl who just wants a hug from her mom.”

🦇

Sophie chuckles the moment she answers the phone.

“It’s nearly six. Started to think you forgot about me.” Her second laugh is a bit less genuine. A bit more nervous as her words catch up with her. That’s probably too honest for the first line of a phone call.

Ryan groans on her end. There’s a shuffle of papers. A heavy thud of a door that wipes away the music from the background. She must be getting home.

“Yeah, I just got home,” Ryan says. Two quick zippers — her boots most likely — then the thuds that go with setting them onto the shoe rack. “You’d think these meetings would get shorter but….” A quick sigh, then a very loud flop down onto the couch that makes Sophie laugh. “Wait, one second.”

The call freezes before the FaceTime lights up the screen. Sophie takes a quick second to glance behind her and check her reflection. Hair’s still good since she spent the majority of the day researching on her laptop. Make up’s fine. All good. Thank goodness Alice isn’t here to see her preening.

Sophie accepts the FaceTime, and Ryan immediately smiles at her. Sophie’s heart rate picks up. Her cheeks burn, but she smiles around the way this ridiculous crush keeps sabotaging her.

Ryan sighs in a good way this time. “Much better view now.”

Sophie clears her throat to make sure her voice isn’t choked up. “I take it your mom wasn’t much help.”

Ryan’s smile freezes in the corners. “Not really. There’s something going on, but… I’m still figuring it out. Give me a few days?”

“A few days?” Sophie repeats. The BGS could’ve killed Jordan. They don’t have a few days to waste on soft leads. She opens her mouth to say as much, but Ryan’s face looks so hopeful, so vulnerable. A few days might not be the worst thing. They’ve still got to get all of this paralytic out of their systems anyway.

Sophie doesn’t even say anything. Her face must give her away.

Ryan cheers and bounces happily on her couch. “Thank you. I’ve got this. Trust me.”

Sophie trusts Ryan more than she wants to admit. She cuts her eyes away from the pretty girl on her phone screen. “But I’m going to keep digging, alright? Without the bug, I’m not sure what my next step will be.”

Ryan leans back into the cushions. Her eyebrows knit together in the cutest way. Sophie smiles at Ryan’s thinking face.

“Maybe you should talk to her. Jada, I mean.” Ryan glances back at Sophie. “You did save her life. She might be a little more open to talking to you now.”

Very true. Unfortunately, Sophie did spend most of last night softly threatening the woman. Not the greatest start to a relationship. Lies and threats. Bugging her office. Fake-dating her daughter. Oh shit, she still thinks they’re dating.

Sophie goes for a joke. “Wow, brunch with the in-law. Careful what you wish for, right?” At Ryan’s confused look, Sophie shrinks a little. “You know, ‘cause I mentioned… Moms… before.” She cringes at herself. Way to kill the mood.

Ryan gives another soft smile into the camera though. “Twice in one week. It’s more than you’ve seen yours in a while, huh?”

Sophie’s face falls before she can catch it. “That’s putting it lightly.” Nearly two years.

“Still nothing?”

“She texted Jordan congrats on getting into the expo, but the moment Jordan mentioned that I’d be there too….” Sophie shakes her head. “Crickets.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sophie shrugs. Ryan doesn’t have to be sorry. It’s something people say, but Ryan doesn’t… get it. Not really. Before coming out, Sophie didn’t go more than a week without calling her mom. How does that just stop? “Can I say something that sounds… awful?”

Ryan doesn’t even hesitate. “Go for it.”

Sophie closes her eyes. “Jada gave you up as a baby. She didn’t know you. She didn’t raise you. She didn’t…. She didn’t…”

“Love me?” Ryan finishes for her. Sophie winces, and Ryan gives another short smile into the video call. “You can say it.”

She won’t, but she’s glad Ryan said it for her. It lets her say, “But my mom spent twenty-nine years with me. And she still just… walked away. And I’ve had a lot of time to try and figure out how I feel about it. But I can’t really? Even when I think I’m doing okay, I….” Sophie sits up straight since it makes holding the phone easier. Makes the words easier. “I could’ve died last night, Ryan, and if I did… would my mom even care? Would she come to my service? Or just sit at home and pray I don’t end up in hell?”

Ryan exhales slow. Sophie circles her jaw. Thanks the God she still somewhat believes in that Alice is out of the apartment today. Maybe a call was a bad idea. This talk would’ve been better in person. Ryan would’ve held her hand. Maybe even hugged her. Told her everything would be okay.

“It, uh—“ Ryan clears her throat, “— probably would’ve been a wild report to read. ‘Sophie Moore, ex-Crows second in command, dies at the hands of a homicidal chef in a pig’s head.’” She says it with a straight face. Even tone. It shouldn’t make Sophie smile, but it does quirk up her lips just a bit. Ryan keeps going. “‘The Jet’s family butler remembers Ms. Moore as sophisticated, snarky, and ‘so fine that she really should’ve lived a little longer.’”

Sophie snorts. “That’s what the white butler said?”

Ryan nods. “I’m reading the report right now. ‘Ms. Moore was a decorated upholder of white supremacy—‘“

“Ryan!”

The fake voice cracks into a heartfelt one. “‘—and one of the best people that Ms. Wilder — also deceased — had ever known. She’s the only person that Wilder has ever been wrong about. Moore’s survived by her amazing little sister, Jordan, who’s single-handedly changing Gotham for the better, and a mother who absolutely fumbled the bag.’”

Sophie should not be emotional at this. She shouldn’t. She isn’t. Her eyes are only red because of the angle.

Ryan pulls her phone closer. “Real talk for a sec?” She lowers her voice. “Thank you, for coming to the dinner and for everything these last few weeks. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’re the best back up, best fake girlfriend, best partner that I could’ve asked for.”

Okay, Sophie has to deep breathe through that. Her throat feels tight. Like, really tight. “Ryan—“

“And I know I’ve leaned on you a lot, but you can lean on me too. You don’t have to act tough, Soph. Not with me. So if you need to cry about your mom, or Jordan, or—“

“Ryan, stop!” Shit. Sophie takes a shuddering breath. By the time she opens her eyes, Ryan still looks wounded. Looks apologetic and frantic like she’s said something wrong. “I am…. God, I am so bad at this.”

“Emotions?”

“Yes! I am much better with the walls up. With, you know, running at a problem, or shooting at it, but….” Sophie takes another deep breath. “You don’t have to thank me for helping you. I like helping you. I like… you.”

Ryan’s eyes widen.

Sophie barrels forward. “I’m sorry. You’re saying all these nice things, and I would really rather be known as more than ‘Ryan Wilder’s friend’ in my fake obituary. I want to go to taco night, and to go on a date that isn’t a back-up plan. I want to go on a date with you. Soon. If possible.”

Ryan stares into the phone. Sophie feels each of those walls rebuilding around her. “Ryan, I swear to God—“

“Whoa, whoa, just —“ Ryan chuckles. Breathless, stunned, brows finally furrowing. “Give a girl a second after you announce your undying love for her.”

“I did not say love—“

“But you were thinking it,” Ryan teases. Great to know her sense of humor is in tact. Sophie nearly had a heart attack, but Ryan’s immediately back to making jokes. “That’s why you said you were my girlfriend last night? You were testing the waters!”

Sophie groans. “Alright, I am not talking to you anymore.”

“Wait, no, Sophie, don’t hang up.” Sophie glares into the phone. Ryan waits until she clearly has Sophie’s full attention to flash the brightest, most blinding smile that Sophie has ever seen. Ryan laughs, and she sits up on her own couch. “You could’ve me told this last night, you know. The night could’ve ended differently.”

“Really?” Sophie’s cynicism and her hopefulness wrap up in a single word.

Ryan rolls her eyes. “Well, not really, I did need to talk to Jada, but — but! I definitely would’ve called you sooner today.”

Sophie narrows her eyes. “And say what?”

“First, I’d thank you for the weirdest first date I’ve ever been on, and then I’d ask you to come over….” Ryan’s voice trails. Sophie’s eyebrows lift suggestively. Ryan finishes her thought. “I’d cook us something without paralytics. No wine, obviously. Ciders maybe?” Sophie nods. “Ciders it is. But it’s getting late now. You know, no time to cook.”

Sophie bristles. “If you don’t want to go out, just say it. I’m a big girl.”

Ryan’s quick to interject. “I want to go out. But I really don’t have time to cook you a nice dinner and get this awful day washed off of me. So, if you’re done panicking, how about you pick up something on your way to the loft?”

Sophie’s stomach grumbles. “Crispy Joe’s?”

Ryan smiles. “Sounds perfect. Okay, I’m gonna hang up and get ready. See you soon?”

Sophie nods. Ryan reaches to end the call, so Sophie jumps up. “Wait!” Ryan startles on her side. Sophie smiles around the flush to her cheeks. “Thanks for calling.”

Ryan’s cheesy ass grin could power the Batmobile. “I said I would, right? You can always trust me.”

“I know. Alright, go. I’ve got wontons to order. Is Mary—”

Ryan shakes her head. “She’s out.”

That sends a shot of heat straight through Sophie. She drops her voice. “So it’s just you and me and Crispy Joe’s wontons?”

The phone’s close enough that Sophie can see Ryan’s eyes shift. Ryan pouts right after. “This is a trap. I’m not falling for it. Get off this phone, and get in the car. I will see you soon. Buh-bye, Sophie!”

“Have a nice shower, Ryan.”

“GOOD BYE!”

They should do calls more often, especially if tonight goes well. Then again, if it goes really well, neither of them will be waiting by the phone tomorrow.

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