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[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

The Outsiders Characters as things I’ve/my friends have said:

Ponyboy:

“I spent 6 Hours painting a giant ass blue ringed octopus on the back of this poster board for my Evulotion Prject if I don’t get an A+ I’m rioting”

He gets a bonus

*looks out the window with a blank face as my friend tries tapping my shoulder* “Stop… I’m having a main character moment”

Johnny

“No but I actually want to lowkey fall in love with you, get married and have an amazing wedding, have kids and a lot of dogs and be happily in love with you but like no homo tho”

Sodapop

“Ignorw my bsd spelking lol I’m gay”

Darry

“Give me the money I’ve got kids to feed. NO THEY AREN’T MY REAL KIDS BUT THEY STILL COUNT YOU SOGGY ASS WAFFLE HEAD”

Dallas

My friend: you flirt with yourself in the mirror Sloane?

*turns to myself in the mirror as I bite my lip*

“I’m just… so sexy. I can’t help it. *winks at myself* What’s up babygirl?”

Two Bit

“Seagulls are such fucking whores…. Walking around in those fishnets”

*manic laughter*

Steve

*stands ontop of a surfboard* “Guys! I did it! I knew i-“ *gets hit by a large wave*

Tim

“I’m honestly such a mafia boss. I could be in a Wattpad novel where you get sold to be bro.”

Curly

“Call me a bisexual mess all you want I’m not choosing between titties and dick”

Angela

“You’re just jealous I get more bitches than you with my MASSIVE PEN- Yeah the writing utensil get your mind out of the gutter. I write amazing love letters to women.”

Bob

“Is it just me or is that guy looking…stabbable?” *evily pulls out butter knife*

Randy

“HA imagine having mommy issues… I don’t have a mom so I can’t have issues with her.”

Cherry

“*Holds up a Ratatouille poster* Babe??? You didn’t tell me you starred in a Disney movie! Your acting is too good.”

Marcia

“Collarbones are sexy and yours is lookin real good if you know what I mean…”

[lavenderbuckyy]

stevie headcanons for his birthday! ❤️

wakes up at 5 am EVERY DAY to go for a run

sometimes he has so much energy in his body he HAS to do something physical, like go running or use an exercise machine. bucky calls it the zoomies 😭

with this excess energy, he fidgets a lot. rubbing his hands together, tapping his foot/jigging his leg, cracking his knuckles/neck

he knows sign language!

he's a total introvert and needs time to recharge. he doesn't like big events or parties and prefers low-key time with friends

irish accents always remind him of his ma. sometimes when he hears one in public, he feels like he's back in his apartment in brooklyn with her

(he's fond of F.R.I.D.A.Y. for this reason)

he's a great listener. the avengers come to him when they have a problem because they know he truly cares and he'll pay full attention

on days off he likes exploring different museum exhibits in brooklyn

burns in the sun sooo easily, he's constantly reapplying suncream. when the avengers have beach days, he always has to sheepishly walk up to someone and ask them to do his back

his favourite colour is blue!

although he's more of a cat person, steve is fond of golden retrievers. no real reason, he just thinks they're neat

awkward around kids, but he tries his best

this man is so well hydrated. he brings his reusable water bottle everywhere and is constantly sipping on it

orders sharing platters just for himself at restaurants bc of his metabolism

he has a lot of respect for natasha; she's one of the first people he truly came to trust in the 21st century. they spar together a lot!

he loves the smell of apples cooking 🍏

his movie night snack of choice is salted popcorn

likes strategy games like chess, battleships, etc. he's an absolute MENACE at monopoly and nobody wants to play with him

he is truly haunted by star spangled man with a plan and rappin' with cap

his hair gets lighter and more golden in the sun. natural highlights 🌤️ plus he gets little freckles across his shoulders and nose!

he is so sappy on the inside fr ❤️

prefers pancakes > waffles (he and bucky fight over this)

he attends a lot of protests (e.g. women's rights march 2017), both because he cares and because he knows it'll bring more media attention to the issue if he attends

he is so touched by the fan letters he gets from little kids. he keeps them all, but he sticks up his absolute favourite artwork on the fridge

pretends to not understand modern technology just to aggravate tony

uses perfect punctuation and caps in his texts — except he leaves out full stops at the end of sentences because he thinks it "makes him sound annoyed" 😭

hates doing dishes. usually he just rinses off his plate/mug and leaves it in the sink for later

bottles up his feelings. usually he exercises as a way to work out his frustration, but he won't talk to someone until he's at breaking point or they make him

absolutely awful at first-person shooter games

he hates lemon desserts and sour candy. bur he loves lemonade... hmm 🤨

[himedanshicult]

every iteration of "democrats are gonna start getting MEAN about maga heads" (we're at the like, third iteration) has never in any way deterred democrats from continuing to support and collaborate with far right republican politicians or embolden them to abandon the "values" of bipartisanship in favor of being as aggressively partisan as the republicans or even push democrats to clean house of people with pro-trump or right wing sympathies, but it has strongly pushed democrat supporters to be more aggressive, partisan and virulent to anyone who doesn't support the democratic party - which, yes, includes maga cockroaches but also black people angry about the democratic party's pro-police-murdering-black-people stance, transgender people angry at the democratic party's silence and increasing waffling in the face of a nationwide campaign by republicans to exterminate trans people and trans women in particular, palestinians and muslims angry about the democratic party's enthusiastic, unwavering support for israel exterminating palestinians, feminists angry at the party basically abandoning the fight for abortion access in deferrence to SCOTUS (while assisting gop state govts in targeting pro-choice activists), students angry at the democratic party's near complete inaction on the student debt crisis while cheerleading police violence against student protestors, workers and the unemployed angry at the democratic party's torpedoing of any and all proposals - no matter how modest - to strengthen the welfare state while aggressively empowering and arming police [who are overwhelmingly middle class republicans] to attack unhoused people, and generally anybody who looks at the past 4 years and sees very little to motivate them to spend 2 hours in a line so they can check off a pre-approved candidate and tip their solidly red or blue state's final results ever so slightly bluer before it goes to the candidate that everybody knew it was going to (that is, most people in most states)

in other words, they've become more emboldened to attack exactly the groups of people the democratic party supposedly represents and protects. they talk down to these people as if they were a schoolteacher, they talk about the very real violence these groups will be subjected to in a second trump presidency as a possible comeuppance they might get for not stanning joe and kamala hard enough. they are more than happy to sink into unapologetic bigotry if they think it helps shut these groups up. they talk a big game about their fanatical hatred of the opposing party and its support base, but they're not interacting with jd vance fanboys on a regular basis. but do you wanna know who they ARE interacting with on a regular basis?

[prolife-home-care]

Blue Waffle Disease

Debunking Blue Waffle Disease: Myths, Facts, and STI Prevention

The Blue Waffle Disease hoax emphasizes the need for reliable sexual health information. By understanding real STIs and practicing preventive measures, we can dispel myths and promote better health outcomes. If you experience any symptoms or concerns, consult a healthcare provider for accurate diagnosis and treatment.

What Is Blue Waffle Disease?

Blue Waffle Disease is an internet hoax, falsely described as a severe genital condition causing blue discoloration and lesions. Despite its viral spread on platforms like Reddit and Twitter, medical experts and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) confirm that Blue Waffle Disease is not real. This myth has misled many, highlighting the need for accurate sexual health information.

The Origins and Spread of the Blue Waffle Hoax

The Blue Waffle Disease myth originated around 2010 as an internet prank that quickly went viral. The hoax claimed that this fictitious STI turned the vaginal area blue and caused severe symptoms like lesions and discharge. The spread of this misinformation was fueled by doctored images and sensationalist claims. Despite being debunked by medical professionals, the myth persists, highlighting the dangers of internet misinformation and the importance of accessing reliable health information.

Symptoms Similar to Other STIs

The supposed symptoms of Blue Waffle Disease mimic those of real sexually transmitted infections (STIs). Recognizing these symptoms can lead to appropriate treatment:

- Genital Herpes: Painful blisters and sores, managed with antiviral medications (CDC, Genital Herpes).

- Vaginal Candidiasis: Itching, redness, and white discharge, treated with antifungal medications (CDC, Vaginal Candidiasis).

- Bacterial Vaginosis: Discharge, odor, and discomfort, treated with antibiotics (Workowski et al., 2021).

- Trichomoniasis: Itching, burning, and foul-smelling discharge, treated with antiprotozoal medication (Garcia et al., 2023).

Common STIs and Their Symptoms

While Blue Waffle Disease is not real, several actual STIs exhibit symptoms that can cause confusion. Understanding these can help individuals seek appropriate medical care:

- Chlamydia: Often asymptomatic, but can cause vaginal discharge, pain during urination, and lower abdominal pain. Left untreated, it can lead to serious reproductive issues.

- Gonorrhea: Symptoms include burning during urination, increased vaginal discharge, and bleeding between periods. Both men and women can contract it, affecting the genitals, rectum, and throat.

- Genital Herpes: Caused by the herpes simplex virus (HSV), symptoms include painful blisters, sores, and vaginal discharge. The virus remains in the body and can reactivate.

- Human Papillomavirus (HPV): This common STI can cause genital warts and is associated with various cancers, such as cervical and throat cancer. Vaccination is available to prevent certain high-risk strains.

How To Prevent STIs

Preventing STIs involves a combination of safe sexual practices, regular testing, and proper hygiene. Essential strategies include:

- Use Protection: Condoms significantly reduce STI transmission (CDC, Sexually Transmitted Diseases Prevention).

- Regular Testing: Routine screenings detect STIs early, enabling timely treatment (Workowski et al., 2021).

- Communication: Discuss STI status and safe sex practices with partners.

- Vaccination: Vaccines like HPV can prevent certain STIs (CDC, Sexually Transmitted Diseases Prevention).

The Importance of STI Testing

Regular STI testing is crucial for maintaining sexual health. Tests can include urine samples, blood tests, or swabs. The CDC advises regular screenings for STIs such as chlamydia, gonorrhea, and HIV, especially for those with new or multiple partners (Workowski et al., 2021).

Dispelling Myths and Emphasizing Education

The persistence of the Blue Waffle Disease myth underscores the necessity of comprehensive sex education. Misinformation can lead to unnecessary panic and stigmatization. Reliable sources, such as the CDC and Planned Parenthood, provide accurate information on sexual health, STI prevention, and treatment. Educating young people through school programs and public health campaigns is crucial to combatting myths and promoting healthy sexual behaviors.

Practical Steps for STI Prevention

Preventing STIs involves adopting safer sex practices and being informed about your sexual health:

- Consistent Condom Use: Condoms and dental dams are effective barriers against STIs during vaginal, anal, and oral sex.

- Regular Screenings: Routine STI testing is vital, especially for sexually active individuals with multiple partners. Early detection leads to timely treatment.

- Open Communication: Discussing STI status and sexual health with partners fosters trust and reduces the risk of transmission.

- Vaccinations: Vaccines, such as those for HPV and hepatitis B, are critical tools in preventing certain STIs.

Addressing Common Questions

What is Blue Waffle Disease?

Blue Waffle Disease is a fictional condition, created as an internet hoax, and is not recognized by medical professionals.

What does Blue Waffle Disease look like?

There are no legitimate medical cases or images of Blue Waffle Disease as it does not exist. Photos circulating online are either altered or misrepresent other conditions.

What does Blue Waffle mean?

"Blue Waffle" is a slang term that has no basis in medical reality. It is part of the misinformation spread through internet hoaxes.

Conclusion

The Blue Waffle Disease hoax is a clear example of how misinformation can spread and create unnecessary fear. By focusing on real STIs, their symptoms, and prevention methods, we can promote a better understanding of sexual health. Ensuring access to accurate information and encouraging responsible sexual practices are key to preventing the spread of STIs and debunking harmful myths.

[donttakeitsopersonal]

Seeing internet drama like… match up or I suppose mirror the subplot of a webcomic I’m reading is so so fascinating. I mean it’s like drama that we’ve seen a bazillion times if you’ve spent enough time in the right circles but idk seeing it playing out too with real people got me thinking again.

Waffles under cut

Ima keep it vague even tho im an absolute nobody, knowing my luck, this will breach containment and then my unorthodox new ways of thinking will ruffle feathers haha but yeah.

Essentially the comic is about the aftermath of a murder and how people are living their lives after that. One of the accomplices is free and living their life and they’re also online. People find out and bully them, someone even suggested deleting their accounts and going offline for a while, but they don’t want to. One thing that is brought up with it is everyone keeps telling them they got to take accountability, which is true. But that’s got me asking well what does that look like? Like it can really look a lot of different ways but watching irl drama play out it makes me wonder if anything will ever be good enough for people. Like I’ve even seen this same scenario play out many times and there’s usually always a vocal group who just want the guilty party to be forever guilty. Is it good enough for them to take accountability, apologize, and rectify their behavior? (I’m talking low stakes drama here not like heinous abuse lol) it just really feels like if you ever make a tiny misstep online that’s your cross to bear forever. I feel like it’s very reductive and doesn’t allow the person to grow and change, which, isn’t that what we want? For people to grow and change and better themselves? Like idk man at this point in time if you can’t show me examples of someone doing XYZ shitty thing within the last year, like yknow something recent, I really couldn’t give a flying sideways fuck. If someone said “hey I did XYZ at this time and that was fucked and shitty and I’ve worked to change myself” and they haven’t done XYZ and did work to change themself, then idk man you sound incredibly immature and like you gotta mind your own business. Like it’s perfectly fine to be like “I don’t like this person they’re icky to me” that’s fucking fine you don’t need a good reason to not like people they can just give you general ick, water and oil don’t mix and you won’t like everyone you meet. You don’t have to be a bully tho 🙄🙄

OMG lemme waffle about other silly drama I saw that’s just like oh myfuckingod you do not need to and also hey wait a minute. So this one car influencer who is a very mean girl that’s also mean to other women while trying to present as a ✨Girl’s Girl✨™️ has had this, I shit yall not, YEARS beef with this other gal. So two face (that’s what ima call her lol) years ago, like BC(before covid) times TF was doing modeling and mechanic work, wow femme model on car soooo original /s 🙃so at this point in time she was actually a ✨Girl’s Girl✨™️, or at least pretended like it well enough lol, and was friends with some other blue collar girlies. She said she’d help them start their own OFs if they wanted and one took her up on that offer. Idk what happened exactly but TF started accusing said girl that she was copying her and taking her business. And like this was all so funny to me because like this just gave me DeviantArt sparkledog furry drama circa. 2007, like legit “yOu CaNt PaInT yOuR cAr PuRpLe!!11 YoU cOpIeD!!!!2!11!” Like bro this is straight up “you copied my design because you also have stripes on your tail” like day one internet shit, get with it girl. But also this is funny too because I seen her at that time basically copy someone else’s video like cmon. So anyways that basically made their friendship implode on itself and she has since then had a vengeance on this poor girl lol so here’s the nutty part, TF will constantly say “this girl is always copying everything I do, I saw her doing XYZ” which like is kinda inconspicuous when you hear it but then it’s like wait, you say you do not like this person, you try and avoid them, so on and w/e so it’s like wait,,, HOW do you know that??🤨unless you’re checking out her page and following what she does 👀 sussy. And like the other gal she’s cool and nice, we’ll call her GG, but I NEVER see her saying SHIT about TF unless TF did something like get her page flagged or something, which I feel is normal. And like mind yall this has been going on for over the span of years. So being an outside spectator to this all I seriously think TF is projecting onto GG, at least with the “oooh you stalking my page waaah” like girl idk you the only one posting videos about someone else 👀and also I feel like TF feels like I wanna say attacked but not really, maybe more like GG makes TF feel inadequate? But like I feel like seeing GG’s journey it’s what TF have strived for, like GG was a dealer mechanic, and now has her own shop with her mans and their friend. Like TF has only ever worked at like quick lube places and I think very very briefly at a custom shop or something. Like a month or less. And while I can say TF can perform the work, she is not what I would consider a high level mechanic. Like you just realistically have not seen that many cars, you’re not going to see the normal stuff that comes into places you’re not going to have that experience. Yeah working on your own stuff gives you skills a dealer or shop won’t but there’s far more you’ll learn in a shop, and I feel like deep down she knows that and feels threatened by it. Cause like girl why the hell else would you be paying so close attention to this game that you’d clown on her miscarrying like brruuuuuhhhhh you did not have tooooooooo 🥴🥴🥴that VIDEO could’ve stayed in the drafts😶 the fact she made a video too is big YIKES. But wow yeah it’s nutty asf, reality is stranger than fiction

[sommer-girl]

Thursday, November 3 — The Gift that Keeps on Giving: Make a list of 10 items your character has received as a gift and describe what the item means to them (if at all).  

TRANSCRIPT: Hey friends! I got a bunch of books for Christmas (and some other stuff, and, uh, some gift cards, which I used to buy books of course!) So I thought I’d do a little haul and show you everything I got!!!

Okay, so first, I got a gift card! Which was really nice of my dad because he doesn’t really know what I like to read, which is, like, fair. I mean, it’s not like he’s gonna read this kind of stuff. He works in politics and he is super busy all the time, and honestly I’m sure he doesn’t have that much time to go shopping for stuff in general, so it’s kind of a win win! And I got myself a bunch of books to take to uni with me, Elinor Oliphant and One Day in December and The Switch by Beth O’Leary... they are probably only gonna last me, like, two weeks, but it’ll be a piece of home!

He also got me a bunch of stationery and stuff, which was super nice too, because we all know I need to get more organized. Like, I’m gonna be going to uni! Real, in-person uni! I gotta get my act together with studying! So I really appreciated this. Look how cute they are! We got a set of blue and black pens, and they’re yellow, which is a color I love, and a matching yellow planner, and all these cute little sticky notes that I can use for remembering things!

And then, okay, this isn’t a book or anything, but I just wanted to show you all this cardigan that my mom made me! It’s so pretty, look at all the little snowflake details around the collar, and it’s such a pretty color of dark blue. It’s a little big on me, but I think it will be really cozy and perfect for late nights in the library. Ahh! I’m gonna get to go to the library whenever I want! Sorry, I’m just so excited!!!

Okay, back to books! Gerta got me this uni cookbook, which I think is going to be a lifesaver because, as we know, I’m a horrible chef. But how bad can you mess up a microwave meal, right? I don’t think our dorms— ahhh, I’m going to have a dorm! Sorry— I don’t think our dorms have individual kitchens, but I think we have a communal kitchen we all share. But I think we’re allowed to have microwaves. So I’m excited to try some of these!

Gerta also got me this cute little waffle maker! Which is sooo great because I’m gonna miss Norwegian waffles so much when I’m in England. It was really thoughtful of her. Let’s just hope I don’t burn the dorm down!

And then I got this really sweet package from my sister! I don’t get to see her that much, or, like, really at all, actually, because she lives in England, but she always sends me these really cute packages for Christmas and for my birthday. Anyway, she got me allll these books on my TBR which was so sweet of her, like you can tell she just went right on my blog and got the ones I wanted! I miss her a lot but, uh, I know she’s... busy and stuff. Anyway, this was really sweet of her.

She also sent me this gorgeous bookmark! It has my initials engraved in it, see, and it’s a really pretty fake leather material, and it has sunflowers on it! My favorite kind of flower. I don’t know how she knew that. But it’s not, like a secret, so... [shrug]

Okay, next up, my cousins! I don’t get to see them a lot either, but they know I like to read, so they got me this gorgeous edition of Little Women! That’s one of my favorite books, and oh my god, just look at how pretty the typeface is, and the binding, and the illustrations... ahhh, I just really nerd out about this stuff. 

And this is the fun part, I got some books in my BookTube Secret Santa! So this is from Maisy, all the way from the United States, and it’s the new Good Witch Azura book, which I have been trying to get my hands on forever. And Maisy knows that because I have been DMing her nonstop about my predictions and now I finally have it! And now I can’t go on Twitter for, like, two weeks because I can NOT be spoiled. Nobody post spoilers!

Finally, I also bought myself a little present, because you should always treat yourself, so this is a little book club-scented candle, because I love my online book club, and I like to think this is what an in-person book club would smell like! It smells sooo good, guys, like nutmeg and cinnamon and stuff. Very dark academia. So, uh, yeah! That’s my little gift to myself. 

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Roger Clemens, former Boston Red Sox/Toronto Blue Jays/New York Yankees/Houston Astros/New York Yankees ideal handed pitcher and bat thrower. In the 60 Minutes interview recently, Clemens was obnoxious and alternately bold with Mike Wallace. When asked directly whether he used steroids or human growth hormone, Clemens looked down at the floor while denying the charge. I know, that doesn't prove anything. Neither does taking so long to release a rejection after the release of the Mitchell Report. But they sure look suspicious. We will be discovering more on this shortly.

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Rather of him assaulting me at 10 minutes after 4, as he generally did when he got home from work, I assaulted him. And I was unrelenting, often coming up with things that were so hurtful I found myself patting myself on the back.

I pity the man I opted to love who was incapable of caring me back. He still doesn't recognize that his alcohol addiction added to his general what does blue waffles anxiety and to the state of his life. He obviously needed aid. However I did too.

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OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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Worth more than silver - Jesper Fahey

Request: nope Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary:  Matthias doesn’t understand why you’re so happy with every ring Jesper buys you, given that they’re not expensive and can be bought on the corner of every street Warnings: none! Word count:  1.2K A/N: first of all!! thank you so much for you love on my kaz brekker fic! :) I love him so much and it fills my heart with love that you like my work! hope you like this one as well, enjoy reading! :)

You absently twist the ring on your index finger. You had kind of taken over Jesper’s habit of fiddling with your rings. He did it when he was nervous, you did it when you were nervous, bored, listening to someone. All the time, really. You couldn’t help it. Your rings reminded you of Jesper, as he’d gifted you every single one of them.

When you first got together, you were always playing with his fingers and rings when you were tired. You’d absently twist the rings on his fingers and he’d shoot you a wink while continuing his conversation.

After a while, you started wearing his rings as well. He had quite the collection, and he couldn’t possible wear all of them at once. At first, you’d taken one. Putting it on, and smiling when you noticed how much you liked it on your own finger instead of his. But you were afraid he wouldn’t be okay with it, or that he would think you’d mean something with it. So, you put the ring back before Jesper could find out. 

But once you started stealing more and more of them, and wearing multiple of his rings at the same time, it didn’t take long for him to notice. 

One day, when you were walking back to the Slat after a quick job, he took your hand in his, as you always did when walking the streets together. 

Jesper had frowned and lifted your intertwined hands so he could look at them. Upon seeing a collection of his rings on your fingers, he turned to look at you and raised an eyebrow. You’d immediately launched into a ramble about how you didn’t mean anything by it, and you’d take them off, when he interrupted you with a kiss. When he pulled back, he shot you a beautiful grin, along with the words ‘Never take them off, sweetheart.’ After that, it became a habit.

Sometimes, you’d be met with a pouting Jesper in the morning. When you were wearing a ring he wanted to wear that day. Still, he never seemed to mind it a lot. It was a surprise when he came to you at the end of the day, telling you to hold out your hand. 

When you’d asked him why, eyeing him suspiciously, he repeated his question and told you to close your eyes. You rolled your eyes, but did so anyway. You felt him placing something in your hand and then he told you to open your eyes.

When you did, you found a ring sitting on the palm of your hand. It wasn’t one of his, you had never seen this one before. And it was smaller than his, but you recognised it anyway. It was one of the cheap rings you could by at every tourist stand. 

You looked from the ring in your hand to Jesper, who was smiling at you, just a little nervous. He told you he’d get you a real ring, a nice expensive one, but he didn’t have the money for it, given that he’d gambled it all away. You cut him off with a kiss and told him you loved the ring, and slipped it on your finger.

After that day, a tradition had formed. After every successful job, Jesper bought you a cheap ring. You wore them with pride, and as the months went by, your collection of rings was almost bigger than Jesper’s.

You smile when you think of it, and look at the rings you’re wearing today. One of his sits on your left index finger - the one you’d been fidgeting with. You had a colourful collection of cheap tourist rings on your left middle finger, and three fingers on your right hand. All of them gifts from Jesper. 

You’re suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you hear the door behind you open. You turn your head and smile when Jesper walks toward you. He grins at you and dramatically holds his hand out in front of you.

‘For you, my love.’ he says.

You smile widely and pluck the new ring from his palm. It’s the same one you already have, only in a different color. You slip it on one of your fingers and stand to kiss his cheek.

‘Thank you, Jesper, I love it!’ you say happily. ‘I was hoping you’d get me the blue one!’

‘Anything for you.’ says Jesper with a wink.  ‘Want to join us for a drink?’ you say, gesturing to Matthias, who you’d been talking to.

‘Can’t, love. Business calls, and by that I mean Kaz needs to torture me with maps of the city and another ridiculous plan of his for at least an hour.’ says Jesper. ‘Alright. I’ll see you tonight, then.’ you say. With a nod and a wink, Jesper takes off again.

You sit back down and admire the new ring on your finger.

‘Why are you so happy with all of those rings?’ asks Matthias. ‘They’re all so cheap, you can buy them on every street corner.’

You look up to the Fjerdan. ‘They might seem cheap to you, but to me they’re worth more than the finest silver.’ you say.

‘How so?’ asks Matthias, taking a sip from his drink.

‘Well.’ you say. ‘I wore a lot of Jesper’s rings, I still do. He wanted to buy me a ring, but couldn’t afford it-’ ‘Because of his gambling.’ says Matthias, interrupting you. You narrow your eyes at him. ‘Yes, because of his debts.’ you say. ‘So, when he couldn’t get me an expensive one, he got me a cheap one. I loved that he’d even want to buy me a ring in the first place, I couldn’t care less if it was silver or not. Ever since, he’s bought me these.’ 

‘Can’t he save up some kruge to get you a nice one?’ says Matthias. ‘These are nice!’ you protest, earning a rare chuckle from him. ‘If you like it, I’m sure it’s good enough for Jesper.’ says Matthias.

‘You should buy Nina a ring.’ you say. ‘Why would I?’ he asks, startled. ‘Women like jewellery.’ you say. ‘Some might deny it, but we all love it.’

‘It’s not-’ ‘Don’t say it’s not Fjerdan tradition.’ you say, knowing his answer was going to be about his culture. ‘If it’s not tradition, you can always buy her waffles. I bet she’d marry you on the spot, with or without a ring.’ you say.

Before Matthias can answer you, you get up from your spot, saying you’d check to see if Jesper needed saving from Kaz’ endless rambling and planning.

You walk toward the stairs and leave behind a slightly confused Matthias. While walking up the stairs, you run into Nina.

‘Hey Y/N!’ she says happily. ‘I saw Jesper earlier, did he get you another one?’ ‘He sure did.’ you say and you show her the new ring you got. ‘Wish Matthias bought me a ring from time to time.’ she says and you laugh. ‘He’ll buy you waffles instead.’ you say, and you continue your way to the top floor, ignoring Nina’s shout about the promise of waffles.

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* You’re sitting on a bench outside, listening to Shoko and Nanami talk about something

* The breeze caresses your face

* It’s so quiet

* You haven’t experienced silence like this in years

* And there’s only one reason why you’re suddenly experiencing it now

* Your eyes stray from the dancing branches that hover above you to the dancing white-haired boy across the courtyard

* He’s talking to Geto about something, laughing as he does

* His sky blue eyes meet yours for a second, before abruptly looking away

* Not the usual flirtatious wink and wave he would normally give you

* You don’t know why, but it’s like Gojo’s lost every ounce of interest he had in you

* It looks like that prank you pulled on him is what did it-

* Apparently Geto had to help get the glass down

* He hasn’t tried speaking to you once since then, and every time your eyes meet he looks away just like he did a second ago

* What a baby, so he can dish it out but he can’t take it when someone uses his own tactics against him huh?

* It’s for the best really, you don’t want anything to do with him

* Besides if that moron just wanted someone who wasn’t going to react or get mad, then he should just date a sex doll

* It’s for the best, really

* So why are you so upset right now

* The prickle of irritation burns in your chest even when you turn away from the two boys, joining in on Shoko and Nanami’s conversation

* On the other side, Geto lets out a low whistle

* “Never thought I would see the day a lady killer like you would get embarrassed because you made eye contact with your crush” Geto grins when Gojo flushes a light pink.

* Geto almost wants to laugh, what happened to the womanizing-god-complex freak who was here just a second ago?

* “Don’t say lady-killer, you know I like men too, I’m an equal opportunity lover” Gojo gloats while running his fingers through his hair

* Ah, it looks like he’s on his bullshit again

* “You better watch out Geto, if you’re too much of tsundere I might fall for you next” the words are emphasized with a wink, and Geto can’t help but laugh

* “Whatever dude, don’t come crying to me when they start to hate you because you’re being flakey”

* Gojo laughs it off

* But late that night, while he’s lying in bed watching the shadows flicker on his ceiling he can’t help but wonder-

* What if you really do end up hating him?

* It’s not that he doesn’t want to be around you anymore or anything-

* He just doesn’t know how to approach you anymore now that he knows he’s in love with you

* “I’ve probably been in love for a while” he mumbles

* He’s not really sure when it started.

* At first it was just for shits and giggles

* Something to keep him entertained, and you just happened to be the most entertaining thing around

* So when did it stop being ‘anyone’s fine’ and start being ‘it’s only fine if it’s you’?

* He sighs turning to face the wall, he doesn’t understand his own feelings

* Yeah he’s got all this money and power and influence-

* But right now he’s just a boy in love for the first time

* And he doesn’t know how to handle that

* “I just don’t want them to hate me” he mumbles, feeling his eyes close shut

* He’ll try to talk to you tomorrow

* Even if it’s just a simple ‘good morning’

* At least it’ll be something

* But to his annoyance, he’s told he has to go save his classmates from a curse

* And then everything with the star vessel happens

* And he doesn’t see you for a while and he thinks-

* “Well maybe this is fine, maybe it’s better this way. They’re probably happy now that I’m not around always annoying them”

* And just as he’s thinking maybe this is for the best, that if someone leaves your life it probably means they weren’t supposed to be apart of it anyway -

* When you come barreling into his life again

* “Oi, Baka prince, where did sensei say this kid's house was again?” You ask, eyebrows threading together as you fidget with your phone

* Yaga-sensei sent you to accompany Gojo on his ‘mission’ to retrieve Megumi Fushiguro

* It looks like the only people who can reign Gojo in are you and Geto

* Not that you mind the impromptu mission, and besides- you don’t think Gojo is someone who should be alone around kids

* Gojo actually flinches when you speak to him, you’d traveled in silence so far, standing side by side without exchanging a word on the train.

* You sigh, you know he isn’t interested in you but the least he can do is be somewhat pleasant

* Even that usual annoying demeanor of his would be fine

* You’re not sure why but that prickle of irritation burns in you again, seeping through in the nickname you gave him

* Gojo doesn’t meet your eyes, those clear blue pupils are averted slightly as a pink blush singes his face

* “I’m not sure, I’ve just been following the cursed energy” he admits with an uncharacteristically shy gaze

* Okay WTF

* Gojo would never let the opportunity to tell you how weak you are for being unable to “even feel this amount of cursed energy”

* Who is this freak and what has he done to the real Gojo Satoru

* “Are you sick or something?” You ask

* Your hand’s already moving to cover his forehead, and you feel like somethings off

* Your eyebrows thread together as your peer closer, noticing a small gap where your hand and his forehead

* Ah right, the infinity he has around him

* You never realized it before but you wonder, can he ever feel anything?

* It must be lonely

* Gojo’s looking down at you, swallowing a lump in his throat.

* The expression on your face looks so tender, and you’re so close he can smell your scent

* And he feels a sudden urge to cry, to bury his face in your shoulder and weep like a child

* He’s watching you open your mouth, you’re about to say something-

* When you both feel a large burst of cursed energy

* Your heads snap to the direction you sense it from only to see a small boy

* You recognize him as Megumi Fushiguro, your target for this so-called ��mission’

* He’s younger than you expected, he can’t be older than 10

* You turn to Gojo, you’re going to need a plan, someone that young is awfully impressionable. You have to do this with some tact

* But when you turn to look he’s gone

* “Huh?”

* You can practically see the outline of his form where he was standing just a second ago, your neck creaking as you turn to where Megumi-Kun is standing

* “Your father sold you to the Zenin Clan”

* You might appear calm and collected on the outside, but I promise you your soul has ascended to the fourth dimension where you are just screaming into the void

* “Well does it make you mad? Does it-“ Gojo’s waggling his fingers like a god damn perv when you basically apparate to his side and bring your fist down on his head

* “Oi, Baka prince what the hell do you think you’re doing?!?”

* Gojo’s stumbles back, nursing the emotional wound you just gave him and you crouch down

* “Don’t listen to anything that moronic man just told you, he’s got no tact” you tell the boy

* He’s a cutie, like the male version of Snow White.

* Though his expression tells you he’s about had it with this reality

* “Yeah I can see that”

* “Well he might act like a moron, but he’s got a pretty decent heart”

* You spell out the situation to Megumi as tactfully as you can, opting to treat him like an adult.

* “These are your options as I see them, you can go to the Zenin clan, or, that Baka prince already stopped the sale in return for you promising to join our academy”

* You and Megumi get along pretty well, you’re kindred souls

* Besides you both seem to be able to see right through Gojo’s princely appearance

* “Why did you guys leave me behind?” Gojo shrieks, Megumi’s hand is in your own, both of your free hands holding ice cream cones

* Megumi immediately makes a face, it had been so quiet while he was gone too

* You can’t help but sympathize with the kid, you used to feel that way before you got to know Gojo too

* You were just showing Megumi around the campus, helping him get familiar, and you thought you should reward him a little with a treat for being such a good kid

* Besides you like him

* Of course Gojo wanted to tag along, teasing Megumi half of the time like a damn idiot and spending the other half of the time giving flirtatious winks to women who seemed interested in him.

* Gojo’s making a scene and Megumi looks like he’s a second from throwing a tantrum too

* You sigh, you don’t get paid enough for having to deal with these two children

* “Here” when Gojo looks up, bright blue eyes peering over his black glasses he sees a scoop full of his favorite ice cream balancing on top of a chocolate-dipped waffle cone

* “But what about you?” He asks and the questions catches you off guard, since when has Gojo cared about anyone but himself?

* “I don’t want any, I just thought it would be good to get in line while we waited.”

* You didn’t think you would actually get to the front of the line before he caught up though.

* “No! You waited in line that whole time, here we can take share, take the first bite”

* You’ve kept your cool in front of Gojo for years but something about the expectant expression he’s giving you - the tops of his cheeks bright pink- and those bright blue eyes looking at you while holding out the ice cream cone that makes you flustered

* You can feel your face grow warm, geez what’s gotten into him

* To make matters worse you’re having a hard time saying no to him right now

* Something about those crystal blue eyes has you almost mesmerized

* And then Megumi stands up on the bench and takes a giant bite from the cone

* Cue Gojo screaming and crying because, goddammit he was this close to an indirect kiss with you-

* “Why did you do that?” He shrieks, he’s crouched on the ground, face bright red in anger and anguish

* “I don’t know, the green tea ice cream looked good” Megumi shrugs, only for Gojo to start shrieking again

* Gojo and Megumi are about a second from a fistfight when they hear laughter

* The gentle twinkling gets louder and they both instinctively turn towards it

* You’re laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach, tears forming at the corners of your eyes

* “Geez you guys are like something out of a cartoon.” You manage to say in between laughs

* Megumi’s eyes widen

* He’s seen you smile before, but he’s never seen you laugh like that

* Megumi wonders what he’s thinking right bow

* His eyes trail to Gojo

* Gojo looks at you like you just hung the moon

* Like he’s a child seeing fireworks for the first time

* Megumi will never forget the look on Gojo’s face for as long as he lives

* ‘So that’s what it looks like when you love someone’ Megumi thinks

* Gojo pats Megumi on the head

* “Thanks kid, because of you I got to see something nice”

* You guys grow a lot closer because of Megumi, becoming sort of surrogate older siblings to him and Tsumiki

* “Why did you bring a Kotatsu?” You and Megumi are standing in the doorway holding takeout and oranges

* “Winter time just doesn’t feel right without a Kotatsu, isn’t that right Tsumiki-Chan?”

* The young girl grins as she nods, snuggling deeper into the blanket

* You and Megumi give each other an incredulous look

* Leave it to a little rich boy like Gojo Satoru to buy a Kotatsu for a casual hang out just because it’s winter

* Still-

* You watch as Megumi and Tsumiki cuddle under the Kotatsu, peeling oranges

* The kids seem to be enjoying it

* Gojo pats the spot next to him

* “I saved you a spot (Y/N/N), I promise I won’t bite” but Gojo’s giving you that same teasing grin he always used to give you

* Looks like things are back to normal

* You sigh taking a seat beside him, stealing your resolve as you put up with his incessant teasing

* Everything is back to the way it was...so why do you still feel that prickle in your stomach every time he looks at you?

* And the following weeks that familiar sensation makes appearances several times, leaving you more confused each time

* It’s not until you’re walking in Shibuya, one of your hands holding Megumi’s and the other one holding a Taiyaki full of ice cream that you realize

* “Gojoooooo” the woman in front of you whines “you’re so mean, I can’t believe you didn’t call me, because I know you had a good time”

* The woman’s pouty expression turns wolffish in a second

* Ah, so that’s where he learned to smile like that

* You and Megumi are mostly just enjoying the show, eating your ice cream and watching as Satoru tries to placate this woman

* “I’ve just been taking some time to better myself-“

* You snort, yeah you’re sure he’s been bettering himself with his dozen other lovers

* Honestly serves him right for fooling around with so many people. You’re surprised he’s not habitually in the infirmary for a new STD

* “You see, I’m a father now”

* You sputter choking on your ice cream. Megumi pats your back

* That idiot prince has really gone and done it now-

* Having an illegitimate child,

* Yaga-Sensei is going to kill him

* Not to mention what his clan might do

* Gojo looks back at you with warm eyes

* And you feel that pricking feeling again

* “Megumi is my pride and joy”

* Huh?

* Oh

* OHHHHH

* So that’s his game.

* What a sleaze bag using someone else’s kid as an excuse to get out of an uncomfortable romantic encounter

* Megumi squeezes your hand and you look down

* The look on his face could kill a man

* “I’d never call a pervert like you my Father”

* So Megumi woke up and chose violence today-

* You figure Gojo will laugh and cover it up with some jokes like ‘kids these days no respect for their elders’ or something

* But when you look at Gojo he looks genuinely hurt, those vibrant blue eyes look watery, and that pretty mouth that’s always curled in a grin is curved into a soft frown.

* And before you know what you’re doing you say-

* “Megumi-Chan you shouldn’t be so mean to your Father, he let you have ice cream before dinner didn’t he?”

* .

* ...

* .....

* WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT

* Megumi and Gojo are both looking at you with vacant stares

* Megumi is still in shock that you took Gojo’s side in this

* But Gojo’s looking right at you, cheeks holding a rosy tinge

* And then something amazing happens

* Gojo smiles at you-

* Not that wolfish smile he’s been showing you for years as he teases you, or that princely smile he uses to get something he wants

* It’s a genuine smile

* And you can’t help but think he doesn’t look at all like the most powerful sorcerer, he just looks like a boy

* Ah, there’s that painful prickle again

* “I love my family so won’t see you anymore, go ahead and delete my contact information,” Gojo says with a grin

* He walks over to you in long strides, hoisting Megumi up and carrying him all while the woman shouts obscenities

* “Come on (Y/N/N), let’s go home,” he says, his hand moving to hold your own

* And all you can do is let him tug you forward

* Your gaze lingers on your intertwined hands, the heat that radiates from his palm even though there’s an infinity between you both

* Your eyes trail up to look at his broad back, the way he holds Megumi so easily even though he’s pulling on Gojo’s hair

* The prickle intensifies as you watch them

* ‘He would make a good Dad his spouse will be lucky’ you think

* And then it hits you

* Oh

* Oh no

* Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no

* You’re in love with Gojo Satoru

* The f*ckboy extraordinaire

* F*ck

* How did this even happen? You had been so careful, you were even apart of that down with Gojo Satoru club with Nanami and Geto

* Are they going to revoke your membership now?

* F*********ck

* “Hurry up and put me down you pervert!” Megumi shouts, a fistful of Gojo’s white hair in his hand

* “Ora Ora, you shouldn’t be mean to papa like that Megumi-Chan” Gojo teases, not even the slightest bit fazed

* Megumi’s only grabbing onto the infinity around his hair after all, so it probably doesn’t hurt

* “Here Megumi,” you abandon your ice cream without a thought, carefully lifting him out of Gojo’s hold and onto the ground

* Megumi doesn’t say anything, he only holds your hand in his

* “Hold Papa’s hand too Megumi-Chan otherwise I’ll feel lonely” Gojo teases, but you can tell he really does want Megumi to hold his hand

* “If it’ll get you to shut up” Megumi grumbles, but he reached up, taking Gojo’s hand in his

* The three of you probably look like a family, and this time the prickling feels warm, like a tickle across your stomach

* Like butterflies

* F********************ck

* “For F*cks sake, how am I going to get out of this one” you mumble to yourself

[denial-permanente]

Should i get my slutty sissy whore ass fucked with huge cocks while locked up? My tiny clitty is always locked up and my balls blue... 🥺

I want to lick a pussy to orgasms while getting pounded... 😍 To be her pussy eating slave and her butt slut... Should i do it? 🥺

Eww. 😠

A couple of years ago, my husband was doing these Tumblrs and suggested that I answer some of the questions and write some comments on the memes. I have almost quit several times because I don't want to deal with the crude messages and constant dick picks and other porn that I get. I honestly do not understand what is wrong with some of you, but it's clear now why there are so few real women here and why most of them keep a low profile.

Even though this blog is pretty well established, I still get messages asking for things that aren't even remotely related to what we post here. It's really discouraging to have complete strangers send me porn or dick pics, snd then try to waffle out some excuse like "but your blog subject matter made me think you'd be interested in this unrelated fetish of mine."

Or the men who send pics of themselves and claim "It's not really a dick pic because all you see is a cage." You are cowardly and pathetic and no wonder your wives won't have even vanilla sex with you.

Okay, I had my little rant. Normally I just delete and block these, but I've seen a lot of this stuff this week, and I just couldn't keep it in anymore. 🙄

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Warrior's Blues Chapter 13: A Choice

Geralt and Jaskier have some real talk to do... and a choice to make.

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Rating: M

Tags: See Ao3

CW: Internalized homophobia, depression, PTSD

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Jaskier gives a crooked smile. “But she did send you back to chat with me.”

“Yes.”

Jaskier purses his lips, examining his mug as he gathers his thoughts. Then he slowly puts it down on the counter beside him, leaning back. “Why?”

Geralt feels his heart leap into his throat. A thousand words crowd his mind at once before imploding, leaving him blank and reeling. Clearing his throat, he scowls and takes a deep breath. “It’s complicated. Not sure where to start.”

Jaskier weighs Geralt with his gaze. “Why don’t you start with the part where you didn’t tell me you were married?”

Chapter 13: A Choice

The clink of cutlery is loud in the empty club, echoing back from the walls. Jaskier and Geralt finish their meal in silence standing elbow to elbow behind the bar. Neither of them looks up from their plates, retreating into their own private worlds.

Geralt focuses at first on the sweetness of the waffle, the bitter flashes of metal from the fork against his tongue, the clicking against the ceramic plate. The sensations keep him focused, keep him from drifting into numbness or fear. When he is done he picks up his coffee, eyes roving the bar. Detail by detail he catalogs it, setting the memories firmly so they won’t slip or fade from him again. Wooden walls. Tom Bianchi polaroids jostling for space with colorful paintings and playful collages of old physique magazines. Scuffed tile floors. Fairy lights hanging high on the ceilings, dark for now. His eyes come to rest on a black and white photo of two women cuddling in bed, sleepy smiles on their faces.

Beneath it is the legend, Donna Gotschalk, Donna and Joan, E. 9th St., 1970

It’s one of many images scattered around the club, each one a beautiful, silent challenge: We exist. We have a right to be here. We are in love. The women look so relaxed, so happy, and he wonders what that must feel like. The picture is a window into a secret world. It conjures his memories of the club's dance floor, of witnessing queer bodies moving in rhythm, defiantly and beautifully alive.

After a life suffocating in the quiet fear of the closet, the thing that blows his mind the most is how safe he feels here. Every image tells him that he’s not alone, not strange, not bad. It’s disconcerting.

It’s wonderful.

Terror and desire tangle together as his gaze moves from photograph to photograph, drinking in the imagery he has spent a lifetime starving for. All the while he is painfully aware of how close Jaskier is, of his warmth and the little eddies of air that curl across Geralt’s bare skin every time Jaskier moves.

For the first time in Geralt’s life, so many things he has denied himself are in reach. His breath catches a little in his chest as it sinks in that he might not have to be alone anymore. The realization makes his heart start to pound. He subconsciously considers fleeing, marking each exit from the bar with precision.

But then, there is a movement out of the corner of his eye. Jaskier leans over his plate, giving a contented sigh as he pokes around with his fork. It's nothing special, but Geralt finds his attention inexorably drawn to it, to him. As if sensing Geralt’s gaze on him, Jaskier glances up and gives Geralt a half-smile. His eyes catch in the light, so blue that Geralt’s breath catches in his throat. Geralt knows in that instant he could no more run than he can stop breathing.

Jaskier looks back to his plate without a word, finishing the last bite of his waffle. He straightens with coffee in hand and purses his lips, eyes sweeping the distant walls. By all appearances, he is examining the paintings, but Geralt nevertheless feels that he is being gently observed.

When Jaskier reaches the bottom of his cup he stirs, turning to face Geralt. “Right then,” he says. “Want to top up before we get started? Coffee maker’s in the kitchen. Coming with?” Jaskier gathers up the dishes. He reaches quickly across Geralt to grab his plate, then spins away and bumps the kitchen door open with his hip as if he’s done it a thousand times.

Geralt feels his stomach do a warm roll. He nods for him to lead the way, cracking the smallest of smiles as he pushes through the swinging door.

“Right! I’ll finish cleaning up, then I suppose we’ll get down to business.” Jaskier calls over his shoulder, setting the dishes in the sink. “Coffee maker’s over there on the left,” he adds, nodding towards an ancient but well-loved industrial brewer.

Geralt nods, approaching it, and raises a skeptical eyebrow. Its chrome is scuffed from years of scrubbing and the logo is half worn off. Here and there the surface is marred with the remains of drunken marker drawings scraped away by nightly cleaning. There is an empty warming plate on top, and below is another with a full carafe steaming on it. It battered, the black rim chipped, but it wafts the comforting brown scent of cheap coffee. As he fills his cup, he glances over his shoulder at Jaskier. “Anything I can do to help?”

Jaskier stops and smiles, the corners of his bright eyes crinkling. He steps back and drums a little rhythm onto the edge of the big metal sink, making a soft buzz between his lips as he thinks. Then he straightens. “You know what, darling? Yes. If you can do these dishes, that frees me up to get the counters done faster. Do you mind?”

“No.” Geralt sets his coffee cup on the counter, stepping up to the sink. Jaskier squeezes Geralt’s shoulder in silent thanks as he turns away, whisking himself across the small kitchen. Geralt clears his throat and scowls as his heart leaps in response. He turns on the sink, distracting himself by being useful. As he works with his hands in the hot water the unmoored, nauseous feeling he’s felt all morning begins to settle. Over his shoulder he can see Jaskier flit about the waffle iron, humming under his breath. Geralt listens, embarrassed by how enchanting he finds the sound.

When the last plate is cleaned and put away, he turns. He dries his hands as he considers Jaskier, expression guarded. Jaskier is just finishing tucking the waffle iron away. He gives the gleaming countertop one last desultory swipe down with his towel before making a dissatisfied noise, leaning in to scrub at a stain he’d missed. Geralt catches himself admiring the sturdy slenderness of Jaskier’s hips, the shapely length of his legs. When Jaskier turns back to look at him he flushes guiltily, but he can’t tear his eyes away.

Jaskier purses his lips. He saunters across the room and plucks the towel from Geralt’s hands, eyes sparkling. Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“So… shall we find a place to talk?” Jaskier raises an eyebrow right back at him, garnering a soft huff of amusement. He tosses the towels in the bin then turns back and makes a grand gesture. “World’s your oyster, or at least the Peg is. Where would you like to sit?”

Geralt feels a hot and cold rush of nerves. He forces his breathing to slow, forces himself to mull with intention instead of letting his mind flutter around the inside of his skull like a startled bird. Quickly, he realizes there’s only one place he feels safe. He gestures with his chin towards the distant taps, watching as Jaskier’s eyes follow the movement.

“Ah, yes,” Jaskier lights up, understanding immediately, “Out behind the stick, as they say?” he steps back and grabs his coffee mug, refilling it. “After you, darling, I’m right behind you.”

“Right,” He grabs his mug before pushing through the door, finding a comfortable patch of the counter near the taps. The odor of stale beer, cigarettes, and sanitizer is oddly comforting to him. He breathes in deep, trying to settle himself. Jaskier ambles after him, as easy and familiar with the space as he is in his own living room. He swings around and leans against a cabinet, bringing one foot up to rest on its door. Cocking his head, he purses his lips and watches Geralt. Something about the expression reminds Geralt of the way he’d looked at him from behind his rhinestone shades that first day, ocean-bright eyes full of mischief and unexpected kindness.

“It’s nice to see you again.” The words come out of Geralt’s mouth unbidden, and as soon as he says them he feels naked. He almost wishes he could snatch them back but Jaskier is already smiling, a sunshine smile that warms Geralt from the inside out.

“It’s nice to see you too,” Jaskier replies. “Would it be too much if I said I missed you?”

Geralt grimaces and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s fine,” he grunts. Jaskier chuckles. He goes to say something but Geralt cuts him off, worried if he doesn’t get it out he’ll clam up and make an ass of himself. “My belongings haven’t been in the way, have they?”

“No,” Jaskier replies, hardly missing a beat. “I’m not using the attic much right now. I’m happy to leave it until we get things figured out.”

“Good,” Geralt replies. He clears his throat. “Thank you for taking me in when I was…” he gestures with one hand, faltering.

Jaskier waves his hand, the corner of his lip curling up as he puts his mug aside. “It was my pleasure. Besides, now we’re even, right? I solemnly swear you saved my ass, you have no idea what would have happened to my business if I’d had to let Yarpen run the bar. Or worse, me. I can’t be trusted at the taps darling, let me tell you now.”

There is a teasing lilt in his voice that makes Geralt look up, briefly meeting Jaskier’s gaze. “Sure,” he agrees, feeling a spark roll through him as their eyes lock. Memories of sleepy morning talks over coffee arise, of Jaskier’s elegant hands wrapped around a warm mug… and how Geralt couldn’t stop watching them as they fluttered up and came to rest again and again.

Geralt swallows. “How have you been doing?” he asks Jaskier, groping for a way to keep the conversation going.

“I’ve been…” Jaskier leans back, looking up at the ceiling. “Pfff…” he blows out a slow, thoughtful breath, “Blown out of the water. But I’ve been ok. The bar’s been good, it’s kept me busy while I sorted myself out. You know?” he gestures vaguely, then looks back over at Geralt. “How about you? I imagine you and Yennefer have had a lot of catching up to do.” There’s a brittle edge in his voice, but it’s well concealed beneath his congenial tone.

Geralt notes it nevertheless. He eyes Jaskier, then slowly nods. “Yeah." He takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling, then shrugs. “It’s… I missed her. We haven’t had time alone like this since before we were married.”

“No?”

“No. I’m sure Yen told you.”

“Ah, told me what precisely?”

“That we got married on short notice,” Geralt replies dryly, his eyes taking on a glint of humor.

“Oh! Yes, she did mention something of that nature. Your daughter was on the way already, yes?” Geralt nods and Jaskier’s eyes twinkle. “You really are going to have to tell me that story sometime.”

“Hmm. Maybe,” Geralt hedges, the glint returning as he hides his smile with his coffee mug.

“Hmmmm. Well. And how has your lady Yennefer been?”

Geralt gives an expressive grumble, a rueful expression crossing his face as he shifts under Jaskier’s gaze. “She’s uh…” he breaks off, his heart twisting. In pain. Scared. Angry. Stupefyingly practical. “She’s been… good. She’s really strong.”

Jaskier nods, his expression sobering. He takes a drink and pauses, swirling the bitter coffee in his mouth. “I can’t imagine she was very happy.”

“No.”

“How is she taking everything?”

“She’s taking the thing between you and me better than the way I lost my job, I can tell you that,” Geralt says.

That gets a huff of laughter from Jaskier. “Well when you put it that way!”

“Hmm,” Geralt hums, the sound full of amused chagrin.

“So she’s not sending you back to the Army for a post-fling chat, I imagine,” Jaskier jokes.

“No,” Geralt deadpans.

Jaskier gives a crooked smile. “But she did send you back to chat with me.”

“Yes.”

Jaskier purses his lips, examining his mug as he gathers his thoughts. Then he slowly puts it down on the counter beside him, leaning back. “Why?”

Geralt feels his heart leap into his throat. A thousand words crowd his mind at once before imploding, leaving him blank and reeling. Clearing his throat, he scowls and takes a deep breath. “It’s complicated. Not sure where to start.”

Jaskier weighs Geralt with his gaze. “Why don’t you start with the part where you didn’t tell me you were married?”

Geralt clears his throat, then looks up at the ceiling. “Right.” He looks down at the ring, a hot curl of grief going through him, then he raises his eyes to Jaskier’s again. Squaring his shoulders, he looks past Jaskier and straightens his back. He hadn’t come here to pussyfoot around, he’d come here to set things right.

“It wasn’t about you,” Geralt says shortly. “I usually wear it on my dog tags. Had to go through a metal detector to get off base the day we met. They ended up in my backpack.”

“That doesn’t explain why it stayed off,” Jaskier points out, eyes softening as he watches Geralt’s face travel through sorrow, shame, and grief.

“I know.” Geralt scowls, but he keeps his chin up, his eye on the shelf behind Jaskier’s shoulder. Remembering plunges him back into black despair, but he’s not about to let that show.

“When I was arrested, it was… not good.” He looks down at his new shoes and his stomach turns. “Somewhere in all of it, I realized I couldn’t go home. There was-” he breaks off, his voice thicker than he likes it to be. “I had to protect my family. They’ve put up with enough, they didn’t need-” He wrestles, wringing the rest of the words out despite himself. Each one of them costs him as he speaks it. “I uh… I didn’t know what to do. So I left the ring in my bag and stuck my head in the sand like a fucking piece of shit.”

Jaskier sucks in a slow breath. Geralt’s face is schooled back into a carefully neutral expression, but Jaskier can feel the hot pain radiating from him. He swallows, leaning back and picking up his mug of coffee again. His eyes drift back to the ring, contemplating the plain gold band.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he finally asks.

His voice is surprisingly soft to Geralt’s ears, lacking the harsh bite he’d been braced for. Geralt glances at him, his eyes flickering. “Uh…” he sags back against the counter. “I think I would have someday. If I’d gotten to know you better. Wouldn’t have been able to hide it forever.” He bites his lip, worrying it thoughtfully.

“Would you have wanted to?”

“No,” Geralt admits, and it’s the first time he’d even been certain himself. The gnawing pain he’d been in had been so all-consuming he worried he’d never look back. But now he’s had time. He’s curled in bed with Yennefer again, tangled his fingers in her hair and breathed in her sweet scent. He’d never have been able to vanish. Not forever. “But I thought about it. Thought hard about it.”

Jaskier hums, his lips twisting ruefully.

Geralt snorts, softly shaking his head. “Look. I’m sorry I involved you. You seem like a decent guy, you don’t deserve this,” he says. “I understand if you don’t, uh-” He gestures vaguely. “It’s fine.”

“I involved myself, thank you very much,” Jaskier replies tartly, meeting his gaze. “I know what a dishonorable discharge means, Geralt. I knew there was going to be something. I just wasn’t expecting to be interrogated in a hospital lobby by a tiny woman who is, by the way, absolutely terrifying.”

Geralt cracks the faintest hint of a smile. He tips his head in acknowledgment. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she’d be there,” he apologizes. “That isn’t how you two should have met.”

Something brittle and painful eases behind Jaskier’s eyes, and he gives Geralt a thoughtful look. “No,” he says, finally. “It isn’t how I would have liked to have met her either. But thank you for saying so.”

Geralt nods. He clears his throat, looking away. “Uh, did you two at least have a good talk?”

“We did,” Jaskier replies slowly. “She ah, mentioned your family is in London right now.”

Grimacing, Geralt nods again. “And if I were you, I’d be wondering if there was a fucking chance in hell this isn’t a wild goose chase.”

Jaskier gives a rueful smile, quirking an eyebrow at Geralt over his mug as he drains it. “And is there?” he asks. He sets it aside, his eyes never leaving Geralt’s face.

“Well…” Geralt sighs, running his hand across his hair, feeling the soft whisper against his palm, unusually plush with growth. “Maybe.” He darts his tongue out across his lower lip, then hazards, “We talked about maybe staying in town for a while.” His heart slams into his chest with all the force of a speeding truck as the words leave his mouth. He looks back up at the wine glasses, focusing on the way the light bends through their rims. It still feels like he’s bare-ass naked, and he finds himself for an absurd moment wishing that he hadn’t let Yennefer roll up his cuffs. He can feel every damn eddy of air in the room and it keeps reminding him of how vulnerable he feels. He sets his cup aside and presses his hands against the counter to keep them still, a movement carefully designed to look like a casual lean.

“Yeah?” Jaskier says, unable to conceal his surprise.

“Yeah."

“Uh, that’s really… wow. For how long? Can you even do that?”

Geralt glances briefly at him, then back to the ceiling, his nerves also jangling. “Uh… Yeah. We can do that. It’s a long story. Point is, the lease in London is up soon. We’ve talked over gathering the family out here in a month to month. No major commitments, just… catch our breath and get the lay of the land.” He eyes Jaskier, noticing the absolutely flabbergasted expression that he is trying and failing to hide. A crooked smile tugs at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. He adds, “Yen and Cöen move with the kid for work all the time. They were already scouting new locations. Can’t say here would have ever been on the list otherwise, but…” he shrugs.

Understanding dawns. “Ah! That makes sense I suppose… Right. Wow, so, uh...” Despite his best efforts to hold still, Jaskier’s leg begins to jiggle as he thinks. He pushes his foot back against the shelf to stop his leg from bouncing. When he stops his leg, his fingers start tapping. This movement only stops when he lifts his head, regarding Geralt with a thoughtful frown. “Do you mind if I ask a bit of a personal question?”

The corner of Geralt’s lip twitches down on reflex, but he nods. “It’s what we’re here for,” he notes, golden eyes piercing Jaskier over his mug as he takes a drink.

Jaskier hesitates, then nods. “Right. Well. If your family moves around that much, pardon my bluntness, doesn't that mean you’ll be leaving soon?”

Geralt’s grimace returns, this time with feeling. He hesitates, then says, “We haven’t decided that, yet.”

“No?” Jaskier says, surveying Geralt, not unkindly.

“Well…” Geralt crosses his arms across his chest. “We’ve got some choices to make about how our lives look for the next year or two. Yen’s talked about working in Boston or New York for a while, if uh… if things go well.” He clears his throat.

The corner of Jaskier’s mouth ticks up, his bright eyes warming. “I assume if it doesn’t, you’ll all be off to the great blue yonder again?” Geralt nods. Jaskier hums, then says. “And… if it does? Go well here, I mean?”

“Uh…” Geralt quickly looks away, suddenly fascinated with the box of napkins next to Jaskier’s knee. “Then maybe I put down roots. I don’t know about Yen, but…” he clears his throat again. “That’s between her and the wind. She’s always come and gone, so I was going to have to find something no matter what. A job, a place to stay… I’ve got to eat, and my kid needs me to be someplace she can come back to if she gets sick of running around with Yen and Cöen.”

Jaskier keeps his expression neutral, but privately his breath is taken away as he realizes what Yennefer meant. Oh. They had an actual chance. Oh. He reels, stunned into momentary silence. He turns away, fussing with the boxes on the shelf behind himself for a moment to gain his composure.

Eventually, he lifts his head and turns back, fixing Geralt with a curious look. “So… How does this Cöen fellow feel about all this? And who is he precisely?”

Geralt snorts softly, a smile stealing across his face despite his stiff demeanor. “Cöen is good people,” he says. “He’s rolling with it, but then, this has got to be the least strange place we’ve dragged him in a long time.” Jaskier huffs with amusement and the corners of Geralt’s eyes briefly crinkle. “Cöen’s our brother, he looks out for us and we look out for him. Right now he has our daughter while we’re out here. He’s been Yennefer’s cameraman since the 70s, and I’ve known them both since the beginning of my career. We go back.”

Jaskier nods. His fingers, rarely still, begin to tap and dance again. “Um, so how close are you? Is uh, is he your-” he makes a vaguely suggestive gesture and pulls a face, searching for a tactful way to phrase his question.

Geralt, seeing where he’s going, raises a hand and cuts him off before he can get started. “No. We’re just friends. He’s good to me but he, uh-” Geralt breaks off with a grin. “He’s very straight.”

“Oh? So are he and Yennefer-”

This garners an outright bark of laughter. “Hell no. They’re tight, but it’s never been that way with them. He’s too smart. Besides,” a low, rumbling chuckle starts in Geralt’s chest despite himself, “He thrives on the chaos she causes. He wouldn’t upset her too badly, he might die of boredom without her.”

“Oh!” This time Jaskier laughs, caught off guard. “Well, I doubt he’ll ever run out around her!”

“No,” Geralt agrees dryly.

“So, did I hear you right? He’ll be moving with Yennefer?”

“That’s right. Where she goes, he goes. They’re a team.”

“So there’s, ah, no one keeping him in London?” Jaskier asks delicately, twiddling a straw between his fingers.

“Uh, no.” Geralt snorts, amused. “He’s not the type to pair up.”

“No?” Jaskier asks, straw stopping for a moment mid-twiddle.

“Nope. Never been with someone for more than a few weeks as long as I’ve known him.”

“Ah! Not one for long-term romance?” Jaskier asks, beginning to understand. The straw flickers back into motion between his long fingers.

“Nope,” Geralt agrees. “Nice guy, but he doesn’t see the point in romance. Never has. He and Yen have that in common, I think they bonded over it or something.”

“Ah,” Jaskier says, and smiles down at his hands as he watches the straw twirl. “And he’s got no other standing commitments?”

“Not with the kind of schedules he and Yen keep, no.”

“I see,” Jaskier says, taking that in. “And Yennefer… Cöen… they’re really okay with this move? I’m sorry, I know I keep asking over and over, it’s just...” Jaskier gestures searchingly. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but we’ve only known each other a few weeks and I don’t think Yennefer even likes me. I keep thinking my ears are broken and I-”

Geralt nods, his expression softening. “I get it. It’s a lot. Uh…” he takes a deep breath, forcing his weight back against his palms as he thinks. “Yen suggested it, believe it or not,” he admits, trying to ignore the uneasy energy crawling in his arms. “She doesn’t generally do romance, but she said… if anything good can come out of this clusterfuck, then I should take it in both hands.” A scarlet flush creeps up his cheeks, sudden and hot. “She and Cöen have both had a front-row seat to me fucking myself over for years, and if I do it one more time I think they’re gonna kick my whole ass.”

Jaskier lets out a surprised laugh, caught off guard. He eyes Geralt, who is flushed and uneasy, and quickly sobers. He chews on his lip, not sure at first what to say, but sure that he wants to say the right thing. The rubber under his toe grumbles as he twists his shoe back and forth, the mat catching on the treads of his sole.

“Sounds like you’re very loved,” Jaskier finally says. He glances up from the floor to Geralt, who shifts from side to side.

“Yeah,” Geralt agrees, an uncertain wobble concealed beneath his gruff tone. He’s never really been sure why they love him, even after all these years.

“Are you looking forward to seeing them again?”

“Always.” The answer tumbles out faster than Geralt can think, colored with raw feeling. He swallows and looks up, considering walking off for just a brief moment.

Jaskier gives him a long, gentle look in response, a hidden sadness flickering behind his eyes. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then asks, “Your daughter… do you mind if I ask her name?”

Geralt glances at Jaskier, grateful to have something else to talk about. He nods, gathering his scattered thoughts. He hadn’t been sure until just this moment that he trusted Jaskier enough to tell him, but he realizes all in a rush that he does.

“Cirilla,” he rumbles, and her name on his breath is full of love and regret. “Ciri. We call her Ciri.”

The sound of the girl’s name is beautiful on Geralt’s lips, with a familiar ring that reminds him of his childhood kitchen, of buttercups and sweet batter licked off of spoons. The memories are bittersweet, leavened by the sadness he can see in Geralt’s eyes. “Beautiful name,” Jaskier hums. “I bet she’s adorable.”

“She is,” Geralt replies, crooked smile misting his features.

“What’s she like?”

“She’s a menace,” Geralt grouses, his eyes dancing with delight. “Just like her mother.”

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” Jaskier laughs, and Geralt snorts. “Does she enjoy all the moving around?”

Geralt purses his lips, then shrugs. “Some of it. It’s a challenge to get used to new things, but she’s always got some adventure brewing.” He smiles again, fond. “She’s tough.”

Jaskier gives a quiet chuckle. “She sounds great.”

“She is,” Geralt agrees. He gives Jaskier a sidelong look. He smiles back, then they both look away, retreating into their own thoughts. Geralt stares at the floor, eyes tracing the contours of the black mats, finding comfort in the regularity of the geometric shapes that comprise the whole.

“Why did you call me back?” he finally asks, unable to stop himself any longer. It’s been eating at him all morning.

Jaskier studies Geralt, his eyes slowly warming. “Well… a rather deadly little bird told me I had a chance with you. A real one, not… whatever it was we were doing before. And I thought I’d be a fool to turn it down.”

“Oh.” Geralt’s eyes widen, cudgeling his brain for an appropriate response as hope flutters wildly inside of him. He swallows. “Smart bird,” he adds hoarsely.

“Yeah?” Jaskier asks, breaking into a smile so shy that it’s out of place on him. Geralt nods, feeling his ears begin to burn hotly. Smile widening, Jaskier looks at the floor again, a flush creeping up his cheeks. “Look, I ah… I really like you, and I have this absolutely crazy hope that we can work something out.”

Geralt nods, blanching as all the words flee from his head again. He wrangles for control, caught between years of secrecy on the one hand and fear of looking like an idiot on the other. After what feels like a few beats too many, he clears his throat. “Me too,” he forces out.

An awkward, sweet glow spreads across Jaskier’s face. He fidgets for a moment, at a loss for words. He clears his throat, then lights up as his eyes land on a bottle of grenadine. “Ah! Before we start though… Would you be willing to make us some drinks? I’m simply parched, goodness knows how you must feel.” He flourishes a hand at his throat, causing Geralt to give him a reflexively skeptical look. It softens into a shy smile, though.

“Sure,” Geralt says, pushing off the counter. Inside, the words keep echoing in his head. I really like you… He feels a rush of delight, for the first time in as long as he can remember.

“How about a Shirley Temple?” Jaskier asks, using charm to conceal the fact that he feels like a sweaty-palmed teen again, reeling with delight because his crush likes him back. “Three cherries please.” He looks up from his straw just long enough to bat his lashes.

This makes Geralt’s smile widen, though he tries to hide it. With an amused grunt, he pulls out a glass and sets to work. The locations of the ingredients come back to him quickly. Grenadine, cherries, soda… done. He plunks the drink in front of Jaskier, pristine and already beginning to sparkle with dew in the warm room.

Jaskier grins and takes it from Geralt, leaning back against the counter and taking a sip. The soda is delicious, proportions spot on. Geralt hadn’t even used a jigger to measure, Jaskier notes. He has quick hands and a good eye, moving with a grace and economy that is surprising in such a big man. “This is delightful, darling,” he says, beaming. “Thank you.”

Geralt gives him another warm, secret smile out of the corner of his eye. He pulls down a bottle of elderflower syrup. In a few deft movements, he mixes it in a shaker and pours it into a tall glass before turning away to wash up. A warm, nervous silence settles between them, broken only by the splash of water. Soon enough, they’d find the words. For now, they listen to the room creak as the old building warms, joining the splashes in a kind of gentle music. And for now, it’s enough.

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Arthur x gn!reader

Characters: Reader, Simon Pearson, Mary Linton, Arthur Morgan

Word count: 3306

Summary: You and Arthur have recently made your relationship official by moving into his tent...but is he really into you...or is he still holding onto his past?

Notes: SFW, Angst leading to fluff

After requesting several wonderful stories from one of my favourite writers and people, I was super honoured to have the chance to be able to write something for the super talented and lovely @littlestarofthewest -  Merry Christmas from your secret santa 😘😘

Also a huge thank you to @horsegirl1h (who helped me plot this out) @verai-marcel (for wrangling in all my stupid grammatical mistakes) & @mileycyprus-hill who took a quick look over this and gave me a much better character note on how to improve Arthur's feelings in this story and give me a far better title I could ever think of myself. Thank you all 😘

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The First Shall Be Forgotten

You slowly opened your eyes, only to find the cot next to you still empty. It was fairly late when you'd finally taken yourself off to bed last night, but you had found yourself unable to keep your eyes open as you'd sat around the scout fire. Your hope of Arthur riding back into camp and joining you in lying down for the night had turned into a wishful dream of waking up with his strong arms wrapped around you, but it turns out it was just that - merely a pleasant dream. 

It was only a few months since you'd started dating, with most of that time spent being inseparable, but lately you noticed that Arthur was staying away from camp longer and longer. Yes - the events of Blackwater had changed the gang's luck and the likes of Dutch and Strauss kept giving Arthur more and more tasks to do, but you'd felt like that most of these jobs could be done well before nightfall. Surely Arthur wasn't avoiding you because he was bored of you already….could he?

You sat upright, shaking your head free of any more of those nasty thoughts, quickly making the decision that you should get dressed and help out around camp before Miss Grimshaw marched over to berate you for wasting so much time idling about.

There was a chill floating in the air this morning in camp and so you found yourself shivering as you looked around for your light jacket. Opening your shared trunk, you proceeded to pile a mixture of both yours and Arthur's clothes on to the cot in your quest to find your missing coat. Though you soon found yourself distracted as you lifted one of Arthur's shirts up, tutting to yourself as you saw just how worn and dirt stained they all were. You swore that that man would wear these offending items until they fell apart on him...and some were close to doing so, judging by how often they'd been patched up.

   "Ah, there you are," Pearson's cheerful voice booming from behind you, making you jump out of your skin, "I need a helping hand gathering supplies in town and was wondering if you could come along with me for the ride"

   "Me? Surely there's someone more capable about?" Although Valentine was only a short ride away, the idea of being Mr. Pearson's captive audience for that short length of time was not high on your list of priorities for the day. 

   "Well, I don't know if you noticed but we are stretched a little thin on the ground right now," his hands gesturing to the almost empty camp area in front of you, "Mr. Smith & Mr. Escuella are yet to return from Blackwater with young Sean and, as you well know, Mr. Morgan is still yet to return from wherever he has took himself off to. As for the girls..." you tried to stifle a chuckle as he trailed off to glance nervously over at where Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen were currently sitting at their wagon, making sure they couldn't hear this conversation, "...I'd rather not ask them. Uncle told me of the trouble they got up to on their last visit into Valentine."

You couldn't help but burst out laughing at Pearson's fear of trying to keep three excited young women from creating chaos. "Sorry, sorry," you apologised, wiping your eyes as he looked at you with confusion, "Well...since you have no other options, I'll join you. I've been wanting to pick Arthur up a new shirt anyways." Spotting your jacket at the bottom of the truck, you quickly threw it on, leaving all the other clothes heaped on the bed, "Shall we go now then?"

"Goddamit, why does there have to be a train in the station?" you grumbled as Pearson pulled the horses to a stop at the crossing, which was blocked by one of the carriages belonging to the offending train. After being waylaid by the shop boy slowly loading the wagon with all the goods Pearson had chosen for camp - not that any of these ingredients would do much to improve his cooking, you cruelly thought to yourself - your head was starting to ache from listening to Pearson's constant tall tales. All you had wanted to do was get back to camp and sleep off your headache, but that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon, thanks to this stupid train.

   "I know what you mean, I was hoping to get back and make a start on preparing supper," Pearson sighed before suddenly cheering up, "But, hey, at least it gives me more time to tell you about my time at sea. There was this other time..."

Internally, you found yourself groaning, trying to zone out the older man as he recounted yet another story, that this time seemed to involve him somehow, inexplicably fighting a walrus -  single-handedly -  to save his crew.

You glanced around, finding yourself admiring all the different horses hitched up around the station...until a familiar sight caught your eye.

   "Hey isn't that Brutus?" you interrupted Pearson mid-sentence, gesturing towards the big, black Shire horse that Hosea had gifted Arthur a few weeks ago. Arthur had rarely named his horses after losing his beloved Boudicca in Blackwater and was more than content to just refer to this one as "Boy", but after overhearing Hosea called this giant a brute, you'd jokingly suggested the name Brutus, a name that had tickled Arthur and agreed it was the perfect name for this beast.

Put out a little by the fact you had rudely interrupted him just as the story was getting good, Pearson grudgingly glanced over to the direction in which you were pointing.

   "Er, it does look like it. So anyway after I killed the Walrus with nothing but my bare hands…" 

   'So this is where you've gotten to Morgan,' you thought to yourself, once again not listening to Pearson's story. 'Here's hoping you're on your way home too.'

Smiling to yourself that your lover would hopefully be by your side once more, you absent-mindedly found yourself scanning the crowd of people that was starting to thin out as they slowly stepped onto the carriages...until you saw him standing with his back to you.

A smile started to creep over your face as you recognised Arthur's dirty blond hair, broad frame and filthy blue shirt. Just the fact you could see how dirty it was from this distance made you glad that you'd made the decision to buy him a new one now, as that one needed throwing out, never mind a good wash. Anybody would think that man spent most of his time rolling around in the mud than riding a horse around.

With his hands on his gun belt, he shifted his weight to one side and the smile on your face was replaced with a look of confusion as a young lady was revealed to be standing next to him, deep in an intimate conversation.

Unconsciously scowling at her, you were unable to shake the feeling that you've seen her somewhere before, but for the life of you, you couldn't quite place where.

You squinted your eyes to try and focus your vision on her delicate features before a feeling of rage bubbled up from your stomach as she kissed Arthur's cheek, in a way that suggested more than just friendship.

"And I'll tell you - I used that walrus meat to feed a crew of 50...and not one of them complained the way you and the rest of camp do about my cooking" Pearson waffled on down your ear, distracting you from your thoughts about this mysterious woman and how you wanted to jump down and throttle her. Instead you suddenly had the urge to wrap your hands around the cook's neck. 

Turning to face him, you barked, "Maybe being at sea for weeks at end with no food makes people more appreciative of the slop you always manage to serve up - no matter the ingredients." 

You instantly felt regret as the words left your mouth and you saw the hurt in the older man's eyes.

   "Christ, I'm sorry Mr. Pearson. I didn’t mean to take it out on you..." You paused, thinking about telling him about what you just saw, but you doubted this old sea dog would give a damn about your love life and so explained "I just have a real bad headache and it's put me in a bad mood."

He nodded softly and turned away so you wouldn't see him wipe the sting of the tears from his eyes.

Feeling guilty from the hurt you just caused, you looked away to the source of your own pain, only to find Arthur had disappeared from the platform and the train was now pulling out the station. Had he gotten on board with his mystery woman? Gone off to start a new life with her and left you and the outlaw life behind him? These thoughts rattled around your head as Pearson told the horses to giddy up and the pair of you headed back to camp in an awkward silence.

Jumping down from the wagon, you helped Pearson unload the wagon - still with an uneasy tension in the air, before you tried to broker the peace between you both by offering to help prepare the next meal as a peace offering.

   "No, it's quite okay," Pearson patted you shoulder to show there was no hard feelings, "You go sleep off that sore head of yours"

You nodded appreciatively, finding yourself thanking him and apologising once more as you picked up the wrapped parcel containing Arthur's new shirt, and headed back to your tent. 

As you walked over, you rolled your eyes in annoyance at yourself as you caught sight of the mess you'd left behind this morning. Picking the mountain of clothes up, you threw them in straight at the trunk at the end of the cot, surprising yourself as you heard a loud clatter of something hitting the side of the chest and then dropping onto the floor.

Peering over, you saw that a few shirts and a pair of trousers had missed their target and were now scattered over the floor... alongside a wooden photoframe, laying face down on the ground, that definitely wasn't there before.

Picking it up, you recognised the image of a younger, but still very handsome version of Arthur standing on the left.

'You've always been a good-looking bastard haven't you?' half smiling as you took in his handsome features, 'No wonder you have a long list of admirers to spend all your time instead of me.'

Well before you and Arthur had started dating, you had seen this photograph before. You recalled picking it up from his bedside table back then too, in order to get a closer look of how attractive Arthur's always been.

But sometime between then and making your relationship official, Arthur must have removed it and hidden it out of sight from you. Just as you were about to ask yourself why, you spotted who else was in the picture.

   'No…no it can't be,' you thought to yourself as you stared at the beautiful, dark haired woman standing next to him in the image. But, as much as you didn’t want it to be, it certainly was. Looking straight back at you was a younger version of the same woman from the train station…the same woman who had ripped Arthur's heart out and tore it into a million pieces all those years ago when she called off their engagement - Mary.

Time seemed to slow down as your mind went into overdrive. Did he simply remove the picture as a thoughtful gesture so you wouldn't wake up to a younger Arthur and his ex-fiancee looking at you…or did he hide it because he still loved her and her alone? Were you just a stopgap - something to fill the emptiness in his heart until she came back to him? Is that the real reason Arthur had hidden the picture and not gotten rid of it completely? So once he had managed to win her back, he could toss you aside and place it once more on his bedside to stare lovingly at while he held her in his arms?

You hadn’t realise you were crying or just how hard you were gripping the frame until you heard the sudden sound of glass cracking and a mix of your blood and tears began to streak all over her stupid, perfect face. Standing frozen to the spot, you stared and stared at her image, slowly disappearing under the physical manifestations of your hurt and betrayal, until you heard Arthur bellow out your name as he rode back into camp.

   "Hey you. Boy, did I sure miss you while I was gone," he cheerfully greeted you as he strode towards you, "I tell you, there's some strange sights out there that I've been dyin' to tell you all 'bout."

   "Tell me?" you snarled, acting the wounded animal you currently felt like, "Don't you have other people you'd rather spend your time with?"

   "What? What's got into you?" 

Your heart panged as you saw the hurt cross his face as he saw how upset you were. 

"Listen, if this 'bout me spendin' so much time from camp recently, then I am sorry - but I did miss you somethin' fierce y'know" he assured you, placing his arms around your waist.

   "Just like you've missed Mary for all these years?" Just saying her name out loud felt like you had tasted venom on your lips and needed to quickly spit it out.

"Mary? Where's all this comin' from?" He flustered, averting his eyes downwards as not to meet your steely gaze. Upon seeing you holding the photograph, he exclaimed, "Christ alive, you're bleedin'. Here lemme fix you up."

"I'm fine," you snapped at him, pulling your hand away from his gentle touch. Any other time, this small act of affection - the big mean outlaw gently cradling your hand in his - would have made you melt on the spot, but today your inner rage wasn't having any of it. Instead you blurted out, "I saw you. At the train station…with her."

Realising he had been caught out and couldn't bluff his way out of this sorry mess, he sat down on the cot and tried to explain.

   "Okay, yeah, I was at the train station with her, but it really ain't what you think…"

   "I saw her kiss you."

  "You mean when she kissed my cheek? That was her sayin' goodbye. Her and her brother are headin' back East to find their father."

You sat next to him, the photograph still in your hands.

   "Still doesn't explain why you were with her in the first place."

   "No it doesn't, does it." He sighed, running his hand down his face. "I was on my way back to camp, ridin' through Valentine when I thought I'd check and see if there was any post. Lo' and behold there was just the one - a letter from Mary askin' if I could help with a small problem of hers."

   "So you must have been in contact with her if she knew you were in town."

He shook his head. "No. No, she'd recognised the girls after their last trip into town and wrote to me on the off-chance I was also in the area."

   "Why?"

"Her kid brother, Jamie, he'd gone and got himself mixed up in this weird cult up in Cumberland Forest. Christ, you shoulda seen them all listenin' on as this lunatic spouted some nonsense about turtles or somethin'," laughing, he patted his leg until he saw your stony expression still waiting for the answer to your question.

   "Get to the point please, Arthur."

   "You're right, sorry," he said as he nodded, "Jamie was the only one in her family who stood up for me and I owed it to *him*, not Mary, him -  to help get him away from those crazy fools."

You fidgeted slightly next to him. You wanted to believe him, but he seemed to be avoiding the main topic of conversation.

   "So say I believe you about your reasonings for helping her…why did you keep a picture of her?"

Silence filled the air for a second before he simply answered. "I shoved it in there so you wouldn't have to keep lookin' at it when we lay together...and I guess I forgot all 'bout it."

You looked away as more tears fell down your cheeks. Gently placing his hand under your chin, Arthur turned your face to face his, looking deep into your eyes he told you, 

   "You’re overthinking – I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

   "Prove it." You pleaded.

   "Okay then...this should show you she's nothin' to me now." He took the broken frame from your grasp and carefully removed the picture from the frame, lingering for a moment before crumpling it up in his hand and walking towards the campfire.

Though his stride was purposeful, you couldn't help but feel he faltered once more as he looked at the flames, but those fears disappeared as he turned to look back at you with a warmth in his eyes and a smile stretching wide across his face. Looking straight at you, his hand opened and the picture fell into the flames, where it lay for a few moments as it slowly rendered into nothing but a pile of ashes.

Making his way back over to you, he picked you up and spun you around his arms.

   "I'm all yours...are you mine?"

Bonus scene: Arthur's POV

He slowly removed the picture from the frame, partly being careful not to cut himself on broken shards of glass and partly because he wanted to make sure he was making the right decision. He was convinced that after Mary called it all off between them, he'd never smile, let alone love again. But then you'd walked into his life and brought light back into the darkness he'd found himself in.

But maybe there was a reason he'd held on to this photograph for all this time - a reminder of the good times that existed between them. Heartbreak has a funny way of erasing those memories, but seeing the woman you once considered the love of your life in person has an equally funny way of making those feelings rush back.

But no, the heartache he'd felt for all these years outweighed the fleeting moments of happiness he'd felt with Mary. And that kiss on the cheek to say goodbye that she'd given him at the train station? It certainly didn't give him butterflies like it used too. Looking at her image one last time, he crumpled it up and walked over to the campfire.

Though he had confidently strode over to flames, he once more had doubts he was right to finally let Mary go. Turning to face you, everything suddenly became very clear in Arthur's mind. Everything he ever wanted: someone who loved the group of people he considered family, as well as loving him for the man he was - despite his faults, someone who was willing to stick with him through thick and thin, make him laugh when he was down, and never fail to make him smile, that special someone he wanted to grow old with with...he already had that with you.

Without thinking, he opened his hand and let the battered photograph waft downwards, enveloped by the flames and turning to nothingness as he made his way back over to you, picking you up and spinning you around his arms.

   "I'm all yours...are you mine?"

[highonchocolate]

One More Cup of Coffee

ML Secret Santa for @togetherwekill! Happy Holidays :D

@mlsecretsanta

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The Queer Cafe: A Safe Space for LGBTQ+ People. All are welcome! 

Spoiler stared down at the cafe from her perch on a nearby rooftop. Black Bat crouched beside her, silent and still as ever, her only movement the flutter of her cape in the wind. The little shop was located in Amusement Mile, just on the outskirts of Crime Alley. Quite an interesting location for a cafe.

Logically, since it posed no threat, they should have moved on in their patrol route a while ago, but something was keeping her rooted to the spot. As cliche as it sounds, it was as if the Universe wanted her to go inside. 

Looking over at her partner, Spoiler indicated the still-open shop. “Wanna check it out? Patrol’s slow tonight.” 

Black Bat paused for a moment, considering the question, before nodding once. “Fast.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ll make it fast.” She jumped down from the building, landing in front of the door in a flash of purple. Black Bat followed, a silent shadow beside her.

She pulled open the door, and the heavenly scent of baked goods and coffee hit her nose. “Oh my gosh,” She moaned longingly. “That smells amazing.” She quickly walked (not ran, good vigilantes don’t run when they smell delicious food) inside, hand clasped around Black Bat’s to drag her in as well. The cheery jingle of the bell above the door chimed once, twice, and the two baristas at the counter looked up at the noise. One was male, with black hair frosted a light teal at the tips, and the other was female, with blond hair and blue eyes. “I don’t understand why I can’t be on the morning shift with Nettie and Kagami!” The blonde one was complaining as they approached the counter.

“Chloé, we all know that if you were in the morning shift, you would be cranky as hell because you had to get up at six. Don’t even try and deny it.” The man laughed. “Besides, you just want to be with your girlfriend while she works.” 

“..Maybe.” The girl, Chloé, grumbled in reply, crossing her arms petulantly.

Noticing Spoiler and Black Bat, they immediately stopped chatting and turned to the counter. 

“Hello. How may I help you?” The blue haired man smiled as they approached. His eyes were unnaturally teal, and they seemed to flash as they made eye contact. He radiated tranquillity, as opposed to Chloé, who seemed to have a loud, crackling energy that demanded your attention, and tugged at you until you noticed her presence. 

“Hey, uh, Luka.” Spoiler squinted at his name tag. “Could I get a cup of coffee, with cream and sugar?” 

“Sure.” He turned away to prepare her order, humming softly as he worked.

“What would you like?” Chloé turned to face Black Bat, a customer service smile plastered on her face.

Black Bat said nothing, opting to remain quiet in the face of this stranger, sizing her up and analyzing her body language to get a read on her character. 

At her silence, Chloé’s smile turned a bit more real, electric blue eyes softening as she pointed to a sign next to the display case.

All our employees are fluent in ASL, French, and English. Let us know if you speak a different language! 

Black Bat scanned it briefly, before nodding once and lifting her hands to sign. ‘Black coffee, please.’ 

‘No cream or sugar?’ Chloé signed back.

‘Sugar, no cream.’

‘Okay, You can head down there and wait,’ she indicated the other end of the counter, ‘your order will be completed shortly.’

“Thank you.” Spoiler spoke, cringing at how her words broke the calm silence that had come with their nonverbal conversation.

Chloé gave her a small smile. “You’re welcome.” 

—-

They were silent as they grappled back home. When they had showered and  eaten, Stephanie turned to Cass who was curled up beside her one the couch. “What’d you think of that cafe?” She asked quietly, running her fingers through dark hair, still damp and smelling faintly of flowers from her earlier shower. 

Cass hummed thoughtfully, head resting on Steph’s shoulder. “Safe. Trustworthy.” She paused. “Go back in the morning?” 

Steph smiled down at her. “Yeah, I’d like that. Maybe they have waffles.” She said hopefully, wiggling excitedly at the thought.

Cass laughed quietly, turning her head and pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. Standing, she offered a hand and pulled Steph up. “Bedtime.”

“Yeah, I can get behind that.” She yawned, swatting away the blond strands of hair hanging in her face. “Lead the way, babe.” 

—-

They woke up a few hours later, cuddled together in a mess of limbs underneath the warm blanket. Yawning, Cass gently untangled herself from Steph’s grip, before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. 

By the time she walked back out in black tights and a matching sweatshirt, Steph was awake, blonde hair a tangled mess on her head.  She snuggled deeper into her blanket as Cass approached, stubbornly keeping her eyes shut. Cass’ lips quirked into a smile at her adorably grumpy look. 

“Come.” She kissed her nose gently, “Going to cafe.” 

Steph grumbled out a sleepy reply, eyes finally opening. 

“Gimme,” She yawned, “Fifteen minutes, Cass.” Another yawn. “And then we can go.” 

Cass beamed down at her, giving her another kiss-on the cheek this time- before heading downstairs.

True to her word, Stephanie came downstairs fifteen minutes later, clad in warm black leggings and a white top, purple cardigan thrown around her shoulders.

“Let’s go!” She grinned, earlier tiredness replaced with her usual vibrant energy. 

Cass smiled back, already straddling her sleek black motorcycle. Seeing her girlfriend’s ride, Steph immediately hopped onto her matching purple bike, revving the engine and following behind as they weaved through the busy streets.

They stopped in front of the familiar storefront, the charming sign proudly declaring it was ‘Open for Business’

The bell above the door once again heralded their arrival with a loud chime. This time there were two women at the counter. They could have been mistaken for twins with their matching heads of raven hair, if it wasn’t for their different colored eyes and facial structure. Interestingly, when one of them shifted, her sleeve moved, revealing a hexagonal tattoo on her inner wrist. Cass immediately noticed it, nudging Steph softly in the side, and she immediately committed its whorls and lines to memory. Thankfully it didn’t seem to match any of the gang symbols she knew of, which was a relief. The food here was so good she’d hate to have to fight the owners in some turf war next week or something.

“Hello!” The one with the tattoo grinned at them, otherworldly sapphire eyes gleaming. What was it with these people and their strange eyes? “What would you like today?” 

“Coffee, cream with no sugar.” Cass said, spine straight, gaze unwavering. Assessing. The other woman didn’t even flinch in the face of her stare, choosing to smile, even as a pink flush crept over her cheeks. Her name tag read Marinette.

“Of course! Would you like anything else?”

“Bagel, please.” 

“Okay.” Some hair had fallen out of her messy bun, and she tucked it behind her ear as she turned to Steph. “What would you like?” 

“Uh, do you have waffles?” Steph blurted out, feeling embarrassed for no reason. 

“We do! Would you like any toppings?”

“Um, just whipped cream and chocolate syrup, if you don’t mind.” She fought the urge to fidget. 

Why was she getting so nervous?! It wasn’t her first time meeting a pretty girl! Besides, she already had a girlfriend.

‘But Cass said she would be open to three, remember?’ A traitorous voice whispered in her mind. 

She squashed it down. Marinette probably wasn’t even interested in her, much less the two of them.

“No problem. Do you want a drink with that or is water good?”

“Water’s fine, thank you.”

“And can I have a name for your order?”  

“Oh, it’s Stephanie. Stephanie Brown.”

Marinette smiled, “Your order will be out in a few minutes. Feel free to take a seat in the meantime!”

She walked over to a vacant table with two seats and plopped down in one, allowing her head to thunk down on the table with a groan. She heard Cass slide into the seat across from her, and felt her warm hand grip her own. “Was pretty.” Cass said quietly, noticing her blush. “Maybe…?”

She allowed the question to hang in the air as Steph lifted her head to look over at her. “Those eyes,” she said reverently. “I think I’m in love.” 

Cass shot her an answering grin, answering the unspoken question hovering over their heads. Yes, She seemed to say. I would be okay with both of you. 

“You sure?” Steph breathed out hopefully. After all, she had been the one to suggest the idea of a third in the first place. 

“Yes.” She nodded firmly. Anything else they were going to say was cut off by the arrival of their food. 

“Here you go!” Marinette smiled cheerily, setting two plates down. 

“Thank you, this looks amazing!” Stephanie told her enthusiastically, the warm scent of just baked waffles rising to her nose, mixing pleasantly with the smells of bagels and coffee.

“Smells good. Thank you.” Cass smiled up at her, watching as she flushed from their compliments.

“Oh, thank you! Enjoy!” She smoothed down her skirt and walked back to the counter with a smile.

—-

Before Steph knew it, they were going to that little cafe nearly every day, and although she tried to deny it, she knew it was because they both had the smallest crush on a certain ravenette. But Marinette clearly did not like their presence, if the way she would turn red (flushed or angry?) and begin to stutter or ramble whenever they were within ten feet of each other was any indication. 

She also seemed to get more worked up whenever they stopped by, seeing as she once dropped an entire plate of tiramisu when they walked in through the door. Not to mention all the other times it happened, whether it was dumping a batch of flour over her head, or spilling coffee on her apron, but it only served to make her that much sweeter in their eyes.

Of course, Adrien, another barista with blond hair and a forest green gaze, was quick to reassure the both of them that Marinette was a hopeless bisexual disaster, and she would always turn fire engine red and trip over her words (and feet) whenever she had a crush on someone.

After that, it was easy for them to ask her out.

“Hey Steph, hey Cass!” She laughed nervously. “What can I get you for today?”

Cass, straight to the point as always, stepped forward and looked her in the eyes. “Your number.” 

It was comical how fast her face turned red. “What?”

“Could we get your number, Mari?” Steph repeated, refusing to waver.

“I didn’t think you were interested-uh are you sure?” She spluttered.

“Yes,” They said in unison, ignoring how Adrien was cheering in the background.

“Oh wow, um okay, sure!” She tucked her hair behind her ears nervously, grabbing a pink sticky note and scribbling down a set of numbers in looping cursive.

“Thanks Mari,” Steph grinned, “We’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Oh! Um, yeah!” She waved as they walked out of the store. And continued waving, a lovestruck grin on her face.

“Bug, you can put your hand down now,” Adrien laughed.

“Oh my god Adrien!” She let her head drop into her palms, “That was a disaster! On a scale from ‘you’ll be fine’ to ‘never show your face in public again,’ how bad was it?”

“I think it was pretty good, considering they’re both coming back tomorrow, and they asked you for your number,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Is there some romance in our Mari’s future?”

“Wait, were they both flirting with me?!” She shrieked, suddenly jolting up from her slumped position. “Was that them asking me on a date?!”

“How would I know? Romance is over my head.” He shrugged. “Ask Chloé if you need help with that kinda thing.”

“Oh my god,” She groaned, sliding down in her seat. “I’m hopeless.” 

“Hopelessly in love!”

—-

Soon enough, the two of them were regulars at the little cafe, in both their civilian and vigilante lives.

Cass would spend hours listening t o Luka’s music, the two of them communicating in a language only they seemed to understand. 

Stephanie and Chloé also grew close, their loud personalities and similar temperaments often prompting people to ask if they were twins, or sisters. 

Spoiler and Adrien hit it off as well, joking back and forth with each other as he prepared her order at ungodly hours of the morning, sunshine smile ever present.

Kagami and Black Bat, as unlikely a pairing as it seemed, also bonded over fighting styles, and their shared determination to get things done.

Group movie nights, random get togethers, spontaneous trips to the mall, soon the two of them couldn’t imagine life without the crazy group of five that had somehow become such a major part of their lives.

—-

And one winter night, as they cuddled together on Cass’ couch, Marinette told them of nineteen gods, bound to jewelry, and how time and time again heroes rose to protect the world. She spoke of a temple burned to ash, a sacred duty passed down from Master to Apprentice, and a tale of a corrupted brooch and how a man's undying love for his wife drove him to darkness. 

And after she finished her tale, silver tears glistening on her cheeks from the memories she had relived, Steph and Cass pulled her closer, clutching her tightly; and recounted their stories to her, whispering to her of swinging through the city at night, watching from the shadows high above, and battling in the name of justice.

As she snuggled deeper into her girlfriends’ warm embrace, Stephanie couldn’t help but be grateful for the small pull of fate that had led her into a coffee shop at two in the morning. 

Nothing could possibly ruin this.

Until her phone chimed with texts from Dick, Alfred, Bruce, and Tim asking her what, exactly, she thought she was doing, and why she was in a random apartment near Crime Alley. 

So that’s what they forgot...