#fully random pick on my end so hope you enjoy him :)

[davidkarofskyindie]

speedsterandweedster (Dick/Holden)

@speedsterandweedster sent 14 from THIS meme

"Told you you'd like my way of thanking you" Holden growled while his hands fondled the heroic perfect ass right in front of him. He truly owed Dick his life, the man had saved the builder from almost certain death and the adrenaline rush that had lingered from the scene of disaster back to Holden's apartment had led to Holden kissing him and telling Dick he could leave the mask on while Holden put his all into pleasuring the other man. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight bright red underwear, the front of them strained to their limit with a damp patch of precum forming right where the head of his cock pressed while he happily thrust his tongue deep inside Dick's miraculous ass. his hand moving just a little so he could wrap it around Holden's cock "Should've just beat their asses with this... you could knock a guy out with this bad boy" he teased, looking over that amazing body while he kept thrusting his tongue in "Fucking hero... Super sexy hero" he growled, moving a little closer so his bulge was pressed right against the man's leg while he kept eating out his amazing ass.

[sleep-0-deprived]

can i ask for the yan!roommate's reaction to the reader finding the camera in the bathroom and purposefully jacking off in front of it?

just found out about this blog and i am already hyped we need more subby yans in the world

Yandere roommate imagines (sub Yandere oc) ~!

A/N so the Yandere is just a random Oc you can imagine it as whoever I just needed a name for the fic! And you’re totally right there aren’t nearly enough sub Yandere as I’d like <33

Imagine you just got home from the gyms and all you wanna do is get into your shower you don’t have many other thoughts in your brain, you would have used the shower at the game but you have a “problem”~ between your legs and you knew you had to get home.

Imagine, you’re stripping your clothes cutting the hot water on as the mirror begins to fog up, your cock pressing to your stomach with precum oozing from the slit as you step in the shower running your fingers through your hair letting out a quiet grunt. You notice something from the corner of your eye when you’re looking up at the shower head, confused you reach for it picking it up you realize it’s a camera.

Imagine you already know who put the camera there I mean how could you not? There was only one man you knew creepy enough to wanna watch you shower and that was you’re roommate, and you know you felt a little generous you thought since you were already hard why not give him a show.

Imagine you sit the camera on a bath shelf and start speaking “I know you’re watching me Lucas” you grin as you bend down a little making sure your face was in full view as you use one hand to run down giving your pec a firm squeeze before gripping at your shaft giving one long stroke. On the other end of the camera Lucas sat in his room in the shared apartment nearly going feral when he sees your hand on your cock.

Imagine his face all red laying originally across his bed he soon gets up hurriedly trapping his laptop making sure the door was locked as he shakily grips the device for dear life feeling himself already aroused by the sight of you touching yourself, wanting nothing more than for your cock to be stuffed inside him as he rubs himself up against his matress letting out a few whines of desperation.

Imagine your hand holding your cock pointed straight at the camera giving him the perfect shot of your veins pulsing beneath your fingers while you bite at your bottom lip “didn’t know u had a total creep of a roommate, Lucas?~” you coo hazily standing in the shower the water running down your body down past your thighs with a few heaves meanwhile Lucas on the other hand wasn’t nearly as calm.

Imagine his hands fumbling with his zipper sitting the laptop on his bed as he pulls his boxers down placing the laptop on his pillows in front of his face as he drools, two fingers shoved between his lips with him laying on his stomach removing his fingers with them all coated in spit as he presses them to his rim pressing one finger in moving it in sync with your hand imagining it was your cock inside him as adrenaline fills his head making his body numb to the pleasure only becoming more infatuated with you each second as he murmurs out “y-es~” over and over.

Imagine when you cum you make sure your cock head is pointed directly at the camera lens, wanting him to see your red, angry looking tip when you climax. Your body tensing up intentionally not letting him see the face you make when you orgasm, only attempting to further tease your roommate with what he can’t seem to fully grasp hold of, which is you. “Hope you enjoyed my little show Lucas”

Imagine when Lucas sees that he’s in a whole other world of need, if he was feral before it was like he was a rabbit in the middle of heat because he pulled his hands away from himself with a little gasp while getting up not even bothering to turn his computer off, pouncing on you as soon as you make it to your bedroom with his brain all fuzzy and fast from your menacing taunts pulling your towel off.

Imagine your night ending with your roommate on top of you his thighs straddling you with his hands gripping your shoulders tightly mewling his lips all parted wide and his eyes half lidded and rolled back glossed over while he erratically lifts himself over and over again riding you harshly even when he feels like his rim is on fire from being stretched so long, you give his ass cheek a slap punching the ref handprint grumbling in his ear “this was what you wanted right?” As you hold his hip tightly grounding yourself deeper inside him pressing to his prostate roughly “then take it Lucas”

[introboy]

So so excited to share my @mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @follow-the-compass-home! My concept was to combine a bunch of prompts together into one AU.

The premise is a modern-fantasy roommate situation where Tango, Bdubs, and Etho live together in an apartment. The only issue is that none of them are human, but they're all trying desperately to blend in, even though they don't really understand humanity as a concept.

More information can be found below the cut, and an introductory fic snippet can be found here (x)!

Downstairs Neighbors AU

Prompts used as inspiration:

Focus on Tango, Etho, and Bdubs

Include Boatem

Story told from Grian's perspective

Hybrid/inhuman AU

Angst with a happy ending

Emphasis on character dynamics

Here's a summary!!!

Tango, Etho, and Bdubs found each other by looking for roommates on Craigslist. They live in a 4-bedroom apartment together.

Tango is a spirit who wanted to interact with the world in a physical sense, so he built himself a body. He's basically just a ghost possessing an android (but unlike ghosts, he was never alive; he came into being as a fully-formed spirit). He doesn't adhere to normal bodily necessities like food, water, or sleep, which is convenient but also heavily concerning from an outsider's perspective.

Etho is a specific kind of shapeshifter called a mimic. He doesn't have a true form, but can copy the shape and mannerisms of most living creatures. The only constant across all of his appearances is a scarred left eye and white hair. Unfortunately, it takes practice to nail specific species characteristics, so he often forgets what he's supposed to look like and falls into uncanny valley. He wears a mask to cover his more noticable facial slipups.

Bdubs is some sort of plant creature (he doesn't really understand it himself). He has a perfect internal clock and sleeps, without fail, for 12 hours every night. He spends a lot of time in the unoccupied bedroom-- he uses it as a makeshift greenhouse, and it's filled with grow lights and humidifiers. He loves taking care of houseplants, but it's also a cover for him to spend time under the grow lights. Without enough light & water he gets lethargic.

Bdubs, Etho, and Tango, henceforth referred to as BET, all assume that the others are human. But since none of them know how to act human, they continuously pick up stranger and stranger habits from each other.

BET are close friends with Impulse & Skizzleman, who live together across the hall. Their upstairs neighbors are Grian, Pearl, Mumbo, and Scar, who are also besties with Imp & Skizz. BET and Boatem don't know each other well, but Grian especially thinks his neighbors are really odd.

Like BET, Grian is not human, and neither are the rest of his roommates. But they all know about each other, and Grian especially is really good at knowing how to act natural in public places. He's an avian shapeshifter, who can take the form of either a scarlet macaw or a human. Unlike Etho, both forms come equally naturally to Grian, and the shapeshifting process is a lot easier for him.

(Imp & Skizz are not human either-- they are a demon and an angel respectively. But, like Grian, they're really good at blending in when in public.)

One day, Grian gets injured on a flight and accidentally ends up on BET's balcony instead of his own. He's too disoriented to shift back into his human form or fly away, so Bdubs and Etho find him outside their door. Tango calls Impulse over in the hopes that he knows how to fix the random-injured-parrot crisis, but the only result is that Grian and Impulse start to truly take note of how strange their neighbors' living situation is. Incidents like the one pictured above arise (i.e. everyone finding out that there is not a singular scrap of food to be found in the entire apartment).

Ok that's all the rambling I'll do in this post, but I hope you enjoyed! Happy holidays!!

[lexirosewrites]

This is for Slick Sunday!!!

So. I was watching this voice over of some random Tumblr post about how Vampires are to carpenters what furries are for artists(allegedly), bc they can make the ideal coffin for each individual and things like that, and like??? I got inspired. So this is what I have:

Totally established ABO situation, where Steve is an unusual Omega, simply for the fact that after his family disowned him he became a carpenter and if being a jock had given him some muscles, being a carpenter made him ripped.

But no one wants an Omega like that, no matter how sweet he is whether in scent or personality, it also doesn't help that Steve has a shit taste in Alphas.

Anyways, enter Eddie, a Vampire (whether he has a designation and/or what it is up in the air (although I prefer him as an Alpha)) who's looking for a new coffin for his Uncle Wayne, an incredibly old vampire (probably a beta) who met him when he was young and adopted Eddie before turning him at the age of 25 (Eddie was dying, and there wasn't a cure for him yet, but that was Wayne's kid, he couldn't let him die so young), because his Uncle's coffin is like, old, Eddie asked and the thing is a certified antique, it's at least a 100 years old and almost falling apart no matter how much care Wayne puts into it.

So Eddie finds out about this carpenter, the guy has never worked for vampires before, but Robin (a local witch and another Omega) recommended him so strongly Eddie agreed to check him out.

Eddie gets immediately infatuated with Steve, the guy is handsome, with a sweet personality, and a body Eddie just wants to sink his teeth into...

So they get talking about the request, and it ends up being a long collaboration, since Eddie didn't actually go prepared for the appointment, so he keeps visiting Steve to make adjustments to the coffin's design and stuff like that.

And if he also uses that time to get to know Steve better and maybe flirt a little? It's nobody's business.

(and maybe Steve also answers sometimes, with

So anyways, Steve finishes the task and is sad he won't see Eddie again, won't get to bask into his amazingly comforting scent again, thinking that the guy probably will leave him behind like so many other commissioners before him who came by, sweet talked him, that even got him into bed one time, and then left once their product was finished, only to never return.

So When Eddie comes to pick up the finished coffin he finds an incredibly sad Omega , and of course he immediately asks what's wrong, does Steve feel bad, should he call Robin? But Steve is so overwhelmed by this simple show of care that he confesses on the spot.

And Eddie is obviously overjoyed by this, corresponding to Steve in that exact moment, zero doubts in his mind that he'll be with Steve for as long as Steve wants him.

Plus: Steve finds out a week into dating that Eddie is a vampire and is very offended that his boyfriend (soon to be mate) tried to hide something so important from him, meanwhile Eddie is like "Babe. Baby. Sweetheart. I literally asked for a bed coffin, I told you my uncle was more than a hundred years old, I once got into your workshop fully bloodstained, fangs out, because I was running late and my last feeding was rough"

"I thought that was paint from those minis you told me you were working on!"

And then they recreate the twilight meme for the funsies.

(and maybe a long time from now they'll be mates, and Steve will turn into a vampire after being Eddie's part-time bloodbag for years, and they'll have a coven full of kids, some theirs, some adopted, but all of them wholly loved and cherished)

And that's all I have in me rn, I really hope you enjoy Lexi, happy day!

(also, fun fact, halfway through writing this I got so distracted by the romance that I forgot about the ABO part of things, and then I tried to revise it, but I'm not sure I did a good job, this could probably be way more abo than it is, lmaoo)

hehe monsterfucker steve is very dear to me, especially when he’s an omega and willing to submit to an alpha as their prey in more way than one💕

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Been a hot minute, my friends, and I'm sorry for that.

This is something that has been sitting in my drafts for a bit and with how long it's been taking me to get other work out, I figured why not even if I'm not fully pleased with it.

I hope you enjoy regardless 💛

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 910

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Murder (mentioned)

Please be nice, I don't write for this man often

“May I ask you something?”

It was a simple question, but one you regretted the moment it left your lips because of how it silenced the room.

Gone was the soft scratching of pen against paper as Chrollo looked toward your seated position, his expression thankfully that of neutrality mixed with a hint of slight intrigue.

You swallowed and looked down at your lap. Better than annoyance, you supposed.

“I just… I can’t stop thinking about it, and I have to ask...” Your fingers picked at the frayed ends of the couch while your graze returned to his. “Why me?”

He arched a brow, amusement creeping into his eyes. “Why you?”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Yes.” You replied with a little more conviction in your own tone this time. “Surely keeping one person alive when the rest were doomed to die is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Are you saying that you would’ve preferred to have shared the same fate as the rest of your fellow party go-ers?”

Your cringe followed by a beat of silence was more than enough of an answer, but you felt obligated to continue since you were the one who started this conversation in the first place.

“...No.” Your teeth found your bottom lip while you tried to gather your thoughts in a way you hoped would make sense, all while pushing the memory of the fundraiser-turned-bloodbath out of your mind. “I’m saying I don’t understand.”

Chrollo leaned back in his own seat, still looking directly at you. “You’re here to keep the police from doing anything foolish.”

“I know that!” The frustration in your chest made itself known. “But you could have taken anybody. One of the sponsors of the damn thing, or even some other random woman, yet you kept me alive. I want to know your reasoning for it.”

He didn’t seem upset by your outburst, if anything it just served to increase his growing interest in the conversation.

Likely because these were the most words you had ever spoken to him at a given time.

Bastard.

“I liked you.”

Such a simple answer, and one you did not expect from someone who typically played their cards so close to the chest. It threw you off whatever balance you mentally had, and you recovered with a scoff.

“You liked me?”

“Yes.”

A twitch went through your eye when he didn’t expand on that - the sound of pen on paper filling up the room once more. You refused to let the conversation die there.

“I don’t believe you.”

That was a lie, but one you were willing to risk if it meant bringing the topic back to life, and boy did it work.

Not only did he stop writing, he set the pen down on the desk in front of him and turned his whole body to face you. “Oh?”

Shit.

“I mean, I don’t know how you could decide using something like that in a situation that was such a spur of the moment.”

“What makes you think any of what I do is ‘spur of the moment’?”

That made you pause. He had a point there. In the short time that you knew him, he had proved himself to be anything but impulsive…

Your temples throbbed with a quickly encroaching headache.

“If it wasn’t, then what? Your choice was made before the bloodshed started?”

The words were spoken sarcastically, but you had no idea just how right you were until you saw his expression change from amused neutrality to one of…

Come to think of it, you had no idea what to call the look on his face. Admiration came closest to mind, but that didn’t feel right.

“You catch on fast, well done.”

You made a face, not a fan of the condescending tone. “So, what? If I’m not sacrificed to the cops in a hail of bullets, you’re going to keep me as some kind of pet?”

Amusement crept back onto his face. “Is that what you think?”

“If it is, I hope you know I’ll fight that with every fiber in my being.”

He hummed lowly, your promise of violence completely brushed to the side. “As intriguing as the notion is, I have no intention of doing such a thing to you.”

“Then what do you intend to do?”

A small smile appeared on his face, but he didn’t answer, allowing you a moment to draw your own conclusions.

When you did, you frowned.

“Not a chance.”

“Why?”

You gave him an indignant look. “You can’t seriously expect me to willingly be with you after everything that has happened.”

“I don’t, hence your current circumstances.”

Silence filled the air again after that. A nice reminder that whatever outcome you could’ve hoped for during this exchange, you were doomed to lose regardless.

All you could do was shake your head in malcontent and pick at the frayed ends of the couch again, unable to come up with anything further to say.

More amusement flickered across his face. “You do not wish to be my pet, nor to be my lover.” He sat back ever so slightly in his chair. “Tell me then, what do you wish to be?”

“Free.” You replied without a sliver of hesitation, locking eyes again with him once more. “But we both know that will never happen, will it?”

Chrollo threatened to genuinely smile at your answer and he shook his head once.

“No. It won’t.”

© absolute-flaming-trash 2023. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.  

[corrodedcorpses]

Can you write some Eddie smut with some jealose Eddie too, I'm a suckered for both. Happy ending of coarse and whatever you choose the story to be. Love your work❤️❤️

Hey thanks so much for the request, I also love jealous Eddie! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! Jealous! Eddie, Possessive! Eddie, Dom!Eddie x Sub!Reader dynamics, Eddie’s a little mean but makes up for it, Angst to fluff, Established relationship, Established boundaries and safe word (stoplight system), Facefucking, gagging, Dacryphilia, Handcuffs, unprotected p in v sex (not recommended!), spanking, Reader encounters an annoying kinda creepy guy at the bar but he doesn’t touch her or say anything inappropriate.  

You stood lent up against the bar of the Hideout, eyes glued to the stage as you watched your boyfriend in adoration. You always came to Eddie’s gigs but every time you were amazed at just how talented and amazing he was. Fingers seeming to glide effortlessly over the frets.

You were so mesmerized by Eddie’s every move you didn’t even realise someone had come up beside you until he spoke.

“Hi there” he slurred slightly.

“Hi”, you say back weakly but politely.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks” you say with a tight smile, lifting the half full drink in your hand to show you already had one.

“So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this all alone?”

“I’m not alone”, you say back shortly, growing more annoyed and wary of this random guy.

“You look pretty alone to me” he continues but you ignore him hoping he’ll take the hint.

“So, what’s your name?” he continued, obviously not giving up.

“I’m sorry but I’m trying to watch the band” you say, wishing he would just leave you alone but not wanting to cause a scene.

“Oh that’s fine, you can watch and talk”.

He continues asking you questions and flirting for the rest of the set and you do your best to answer short but politely.

You’re relieved when Eddie’s set finally ends, although a little sad you couldn’t fully enjoy it like you usually do. You quickly make a beeline for backstage. Finally away from the annoying guy.

“Hey guys!” you exclaim when you find them all backstage, “You guys were amazing as usual!”

You get a chorus of hey, thanks so much in return.

You go up to Eddie wrapping your arms around his waist and reach up to plant a quick peck on his lips. You’re confused when your lips are met with his cheek instead.

You pull back giving him a confused look, he looks back at you with a blank expression. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when one of the guys catches his attention, needing help loading something into the van.

You’re left standing their confused but quickly shake it off and help the guys load the rest of their stuff in Eddie’s van.

Once you’re all done the guys suggest you should all go out for pizza and drinks like usual. You’re about to excitedly accept when Eddie cuts in.

“No,” he says snapping slightly, “we’re going home”. He rounds the driver’s side of the van calling out for the guys to pick up their stuff tomorrow.

“Oh, uh okay, bye guys,” you say sheepishly, “great set again.”

They all give you confused looks but mumble out quick byes as you hop in the passenger side of the van.  

*****

The ride home with Eddie is tense, he barely looks at you the whole time. You try your best to make small talk, telling him how good he was but he only grunts in response, eyes glued to the road.

As soon as you pull up to the trailer Eddie’s out of the van. You have to scramble to keep up with him as he storms off. As soon as you’re inside you confront him, anger boiling over at his harshness.

“What the hell is your problem?”

He just rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head.

“Eddie, would you just talk to me you’re acting like a child!” you practically scream.

“My problem?” he yells back, the first proper thing he’s said to you since his gig ended, “I’m not the one who was flirting with some guy at the bar all night while my boyfriend” - he says it like an insult - “was barely 10 feet away from me playing his gig!”

It all clicks now, how it must’ve looked to Eddie from the stage, mistaking your politeness for you entertaining that creep.

“Eddie”, you say softly, “I promise I wasn’t-“ you start to explain but he scoffs and walks towards the room not wanting to hear your excuses.  

“Eddie!” you call out while following after him. “Hey, I promise that’s not what happened, he came up to me and I was just being polite, I didn’t want to start any trouble while you were playing!”

“Oh, save it y/n” he shoots back at you, although what you’re saying does make some sense to him. But he’s stubborn, and hurt, so he doesn’t care.  

“Eddie, please, I’m so sorry” you beg, you come to stand in front of him and cup his cheek, he doesn’t look at you.

“Please,” you try again, “is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

He meets your eyes finally, big, usually kind doe eyes filled with nothing but anger as he looks at you. He contemplates you question for a second, eye’s darkening.

“Kneel” he hisses softly but harshly.

It takes you a second to realise he even said anything “what?” you ask innocently.

“I said,” he spits, hand coming up to wrap around your throat, “kneel”.

You waste no time sinking to your knees at his tone, looking up at him with big eyes.

He quickly undoes his belt and zipper, pulling his half soft cock out of his pants. He strokes it a couple times before tapping the head against your lips. “Stick out your tongue” he commands, and you obey silently. He rubs the tip all over your tongue as he continues to stroke himself until he’s hard in his hand.

He hits the now heavy tip against your tongue a few more times before commanding you to open. As soon as you’re opening up your mouth for him, he fists his fingers in your hair and shoves half his dick roughly down your throat.

You gag at the sudden intrusion, focusing on your breathing and keeping your throat slack as he sets a harsh pace from the start, fucking your face. Tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

 He suddenly thrusts the full length in, keeping it deep in your throat as you splutter around him. Tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“Come on, you can do it sweetheart. I thought you said you wanted to make it up to me huh?” he taunts.

He finally pulls out of your throat as you cough and splutter, catching your breath.

He kneels down to meet your eyes, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin to make you look in his eyes.

“Colour?” he asks, slightly softening, thumb rubbing a stray tear off your cheek.

“Green”, you reply hoarsely, throat sore.

“Good,” he says as he pulls you up to stand, “strip and kneel on the bed, hands behind your back”.

You do as he says, and you feel cool metal against your wrists and the familiar click of the handcuffs. Eddie then kneels behind you on the bed pushing your face roughly in to the mattress, ass now in the air, exposed to him.

He slides his dick across your folds, gathering slick before thrusting into you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s trusting harshly into you. Giving your pussy the same treatment as he gave your throat before.

It’s so rough it has your vision blurring as you moan and whimper from the intensity. You know if you needed to you could say your safeword and Eddie would stop immediately, but it feels way too good for that thought to even cross your mind.  

Suddenly Eddie brings his ringed hand down against your ass, making you cry out at the sudden pain.

“Tell me how sorry you are” he demands.

“I’m. So. Sorry. Eddie” you say, your words punctuated by his harsh thrusts.

Another smack to the plush of your ass. “Again” he demands.

“I’m sorry”

Another smack.

“I’m sorry” you say without him having to ask.

He rubs you ass soothingly then. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs from how intensely he’s fucking you. Sure, none of this was knew to your or Eddie, having ploughed into you many times while you can do nothing but take it but it’s never like this.

Seeing him so possessive is turning you on more than you though it would. You can feel your orgasm approaching as the tip of his cock hits perfectly inside you.

Eddie can feel it too, knowing exactly how you clench around him before you’re going to cum.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” he warns, “only when I come inside you are you allowed to let go, got it?”

“Yes Eddie,” you whimper out.

You don’t have to hold on long before you feel the ropes of Eddie’s hot cum filling you up. It’s enough to send you over the edge, thighs shaking as your high crashes through you. Eddie fucks you both through your orgasms before finally sliding out of you, watching as his seed drips out of your swollen and abused centre.

Eddie quickly grabs the keys to the cuffs, unlocking them and pulling you carefully into his lap. He rubs your back as you bury your head in his chest, mumbling about how well you did for him, his good girl.

You look up at him with awe and he rubs his thumb along your cheek.

“I promise I wasn’t flirting with him” you whisper.

“I know,” he sighs and looks away from you, not able to meet your kind eyes. “sometimes I just can’t believe a gorgeous girl like you wants to be with me” he says with a sad smile.

His admission breaks your heart, and you sit up more in his lap, cupping both his cheeks in your hands. “Eddie,” you say soothingly, “you better believe it baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I only want to be with you, forever.”

“You promise?” he asks softly, his kind brown eyes searching yours, you almost can’t believe this is the same guy who just fucked you silly like 5 minutes ago.

“Promise” you say with a smile. Eddie returns it warmly.

“Now, how about a warm shower and I’ll rub some cream on your wrists and ass, huh sweetheart?” You swear your heart swells in size at the amazing man in front of you.

“ugh please,” you groan playfully, “and then some food, I’m starving”.

Eddie chuckles softly, “anything for my girl”.

[wovenintosilk]

Ok ok hear me out- Hobie with a gn!reader that's trying to get into the punk scene but it's difficult because their parents are quite conservative?

I did end up making it so that the reader is just starting to be interested in the punk aesthetic which is leading into the lifestyle but it's not fully explored so I hope you still enjoy it regardless!

No Content Warnings

GN!Reader

Word Count: 1000

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The leather hung heavily over your shoulders; the jacket enveloping your form in a sweet warmth. You twisted in every direction and tried to ignore the distaste in your reflection’s expression as you considered how it looked.

With a sigh, you shrugged it off and cast it back over to the chair with a small curse. It never suited you, no matter which outfit you tried it with.

And worse, it’d started losing the comforting scent of your boyfriend.

You pulled off the few pieces of jewelry chosen for your late-night fashion attempt. They’d done nothing to help you feel more comfortable in the look you’d tried.

“What’s with the hate for my jacket? It’s hardly done anything to you.”

You jumped and hit your knee on the desk. The stinging pain didn’t fade as you twisted around to find him lounging across your bed, long limbs draped over his guitar as he watched you.

“Hobie? When did you get here?”

He put the guitar aside and stood, picked up the jacket from where it’d fallen on the chair and brushed it off. “Got ‘ere not to long ago,” he said. “Just didn’t want to interrupt.” He stepped behind you and draped the jacket over your shoulders, palms trailing down your arms to wrap around your waist and pull you into him.

“Interrupt what?” you laughed. “I was just messing around. I steal your clothes all the time.”

Having him so close relaxed any doubts you’d had. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, adored the way he cradled you.

He hummed in agreement. “It suits you.”

“Maybe.”

It was hard to force your brain to agree with him. You desperately wanted it to be true and for so long, you’d been stealing little pieces of his style. Maybe one day, you could unwrite the part of your brain that struggled to accept it.

He picked up the choker you’d been packing away, turned it around in his fingers. “I grabbed this one for you, didn’t I?”

“I wouldn’t have the guts to buy it for myself,” you admitted.

He huffed, breath tickling your ear as he did so. “What makes you think I bought it?”

You laughed a little. You should have known better indeed. In the very early days of your relationship, Hobie warned you that he wasn’t a fan of attachments. He didn’t do gifts or labels or anything like that.

The first time he showed up with small items, you’d been surprised with how quickly he went back on his claims. But he’d never liked consistency much either.

“You always put this stuff on late at night when nobody can see it. It’s a downright shame.”

“It doesn’t suit me.”

“Nonsense.”

“It doesn’t though,” you argued though you couldn’t help but relax into the warmth wrapped around your back. “It’s probably because I’m not used to seeing myself in that way. I wasn’t really raised to think it’s the best style ever.”

“Doesn’t matter if it looks good or not anyway,” he said. “That’s not the point of it. ‘sides, I know you like it on me.”

You laughed. “Hobie, you’ve been a model before. I think anything looks good on you.”

You twisted a little, hoping to get a look at his face though he seemed insistent on keeping his chin resting on the top of your head.

“So? Doesn’t change that if you like how I look with it, you’ll wear it even better.”

You looked down at the jacket wrapped around your body. The leather and chains, the spikes on your shoulders and the patches at random points. Everything about the aesthetic spoke to you but still…

“My parents would kill me if they saw me wearing this,” you teased.

“Who cares what they think?”

You sighed. “I know I shouldn’t but I can hear their voices in my head so often.”

He moved away from you by a small step and brought the choker up to attach it around your neck. You tilted your jaw up to help him. His fingers brushed across sensitive skin, sent small sparks of heat pooling into your stomach as he attached the tiny chain.

He met your eyes and smirked. Your heart fluttered a little and you reached up to touch the choker.

“Looks amazing,” he said and ran his thumb over the point of the spike. “Suits the jacket too. We’ll find you a pair of boots while we’re out.”

“Out?” you repeated.

He shrugged. “We have to make sure you fit in with the scene tonight.”

You frowned at him, finally turning around fully so you could face him. It really wasn’t fair for him to look so attractive when you were trying to focus. “Go out? It’s almost one in the morning.”

He shoved his hands in his vest. “Time is a construct. Who says we can’t go and find something fun to do now?”

“Where would we even go?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said. “But there’s a dress code.”

“Doesn’t sound like your kind of place.”

“Sometimes I can make a sacrifice or two.”

His eyes always burned with a fierce flame behind them, filled you with confidence even when you found yourself lacking in it. He’d always have your back even if you worried too much about what others might think.

“I don’t really have anything that suits this jacket.”

“You don’t need to. Wear whatever you want.”

You wished it was as easy as he made it out to be. Sometimes you thought you could entirely stop caring but it wasn’t as straightforward as you’d hoped.

He caught you off guard with a quick kiss to snap you from your concerns. “You’re going to look stunning in whatever you wear. Who cares what anybody else is thinking if that’s the truth.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face at that. “You’re far too sweet, you know that, right?”

He chuckled. “Don’t think many people would agree with you on that one. Just the opposite really but let’s get you ready. We’re going to find somewhere fun tonight.”

[lucy90712]

First kiss- Carlos Alcaraz

"Do you use tongue on a first kiss?" Asks the interviewer 

Most people would fully expect Carlos to say no including me but no his inability to lie kicked in again. He simply nodded his head and smiled while his cheeks went a bit pink but I think mine were worse I imagine I looked like a tomato. 

Carlos brought me to this interview as I had just made it out to Australia after missing the first few matches due to work and he wanted to spend time with me. I was expecting a normal interview with a few basic questions as I've been with him to plenty of interviews like that but this one was a little different from the start as it felt more like a little game show or quiz show thing. It was nice to have something a little different and I was enjoying it until that question and answer came up. All of the crew shot me a glance as when we arrived Carlos introduced me as his girlfriend now I'm really wishing he didn't. I know exactly what they were all thinking they were wondering if Carlos did that when we had our first kiss and that's what everyone is going to wonder when this interview comes out. 

The story of our first date and first kiss was bound to come out one day but I was hoping that would be further down the road and that people would think it's a cute story but now this interview will be in the back of everyone's mind. It is a cute story though. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Most people never get to experience going on a first date with someone even remotely famous let alone a famous tennis player who is very much well known across the country and the world. Somehow I've found myself in that exact situation who knew looking like an idiot on a tennis court could end with a date with a professional player who somehow found your awful attempt at tennis endearing. 

I feel like I should be nervous but for some reason I'm not. I just don't have any expectations I never thought I'd be in this situation so if  things don't go well then my life hasn't really changed I've just been on another bad first date. It's only if things go well that things will change which is definitely a problem for future me which is why I'm not really that bothered right now. As much as I'm not nervous I do want to make a good impression as Carlos was really nice and he's incredibly attractive. In my mind to make a good impression and not just seem like any random girl I had to make sure I dressed up and made myself look nice. I did some stalking before today so I know that Carlos could probably have any girl he wanted definitely someone prettier than me so I want to look my best and hope my personality makes up for the rest. 

Carlos said he would pick me up from my apartment at 8 and exactly as the clock turned 8 I got a text and the buzzer to my apartment went off. I made my way downstairs at lightning speed not wanting to keep him waiting too long which was exhausting but as soon as I saw Carlos' face and his bright smile running down 5 flights of stairs felt worth it. He greeted me with a hug and we made our way out to his car where he opened the passenger side door for me before getting in himself. When we planned this date he simply asked me my favourite type of food and if I have any allergies and that was it so I assume we are going to a restaurant but other than that I don't have a clue what we are doing. He drove us out of the busy city centre and into a smaller more rural town which I had never been to before. We drove for a few more minutes before he pulled into a parking space outside this small, quaint looking restaurant. It wasn't somewhere that I'd have ever found myself but I'm excited to try it out. 

Being a wonderful gentleman Carlos opened my door for me and offered his hand to help me get out which I didn't need but I wasn't going to miss out on the chance to hold his hand. He kept hold of my hand as we walked into the restaurant and were shown to our table, he only let go to pull out my chair for me and take my jacket. He was being so lovely which I'm not going to say I didn't expect as I'm sure his parents raised him right but you never know how someone with such a big following is going to act I mean I've had a run in with a footballer who was the rudest person I've ever met. Carlos is different though he's been nothing but kind since we met and clearly he hasn't let his success get to his head. 

We both ordered our food and got to talking properly for the first time since our brief interaction when we met. I really thought we'd have nothing in common as our lives are nothing alike but we actually had so many common interests and our lives growing up weren't as dissimilar as I thought they would be. We ate our food which was so delicious but we both just wanted to keep talking. I've never wanted a first date to keep going as much as I do with this one I think I've finally found my person and when I least expect to as well. 

After dinner Carlos drove me home and this time he came up to my apartment with me as he wanted to make sure I got in safely. While he was there I gave him a quick tour of my apartment before the time came that we had to say goodbye to each other. As we were saying goodbye there so much built up tension we were both looking into each others eyes and then at one another's lips. Carlos took the initiative and leant in finally attaching our lips, the kiss was amazing feeling his lips against mine everything felt right in the world. He took me by surprise when he added his tongue to the kiss I wasn't complaining but I didn't expect him to be so forward on the first date or with our first kiss. When he pulled away he pecked my lips before saying goodbye with a smirk on his face and me with the biggest smile on mine. 

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I was so distracted reliving my first date with Carlos that I had zoned out of the rest of the interview. I only came back into reality when I felt a kiss be pressed to my cheek by none other than the guy I was thinking about who has made the best boyfriend. He smiled at me and helped me up from the chair I was sat on before giving me a proper kiss which also garnered a look from everyone else in the room which made me blush.

“Are you ok?” Carlos asked 

“I’m fine just next time you do an interview maybe don’t tell everyone that you use tongue on the first kiss or at least not when I’m in the room it attracts attention” I said 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you” he apologised sincerely 

“Its ok I’ll forget about it in a few hours but don’t you dare go telling anyone about the first time we had sex or I will kill you” I smile walking off to the car ready to go back to the hotel

[other-shades-of-sapphire]

Lock screen – Bang Chan

Chris x best friend turned fiancee Bora, circa June 2024

In which Chris got greedy and wanted to tell the world just who exactly was the one for him.

"I finally watched the interview with Young K while having dinner." 

Chris perked up at his fiancee's remark. "Yeah? Did you enjoy it?" 

"Of course." Bora hummed thoughtfully. Chris knew she was mulling over various choices of adjectives to elaborate, and ended up with: "It was heartwarming. My heart is warm." 

He laughed, but knew she actually meant it despite her teasing tone. "Glad I still have the ability to make you warm without physically being with you." 

"Only my heart, Chris," Bora deadpanned. Chris could practically hear her eyeroll even over the phone. "For other body parts you still have to physically be with me." 

"Duly noted. Let's see just how many parts of you I can warm later tonight." 

Bora let out her low chuckle, one of Chris' favorite sounds. "You have to come home first for that, though." 

Chris sighed involuntarily, letting his eyes wander around the practice room, where his members and dancers were scattered all over enjoying their fifteen minutes break. They still had a couple more runs of practice to go. Another couple hours, maybe even more if Minho deemed necessary – and Chris knew precisely how arduously satisfied their dance leader was. "And I will. Probably not soon, but I will." 

Something in his tone must've tipped her off, because Bora sounded suspiciously fond when she said, "Hang in there, buddy." 

"Always." 

They fell silent for a while. Chris didn't mind the least; he liked the fact that despite the both of them being talkative extroverts, they had no problem falling into comfortable silences like this. The world seemed to slow down, giving them time to breathe and just enjoy each other's presence – even when they're not physically together. 

"So when are you going to introduce me to Young K?" 

Chris laughed at the recollection. "I'll try to find a time. He's busy though, so may not be too soon." 

During the short break of the interview, he had his phone on the table when it lit up with a notification. Young K had caught a glimpse of his lock screen, which was a picture of Bora with her hair blown by the wind, and had teased him about it. 

"Look at this!" the hyung had exclaimed, picking up the phone and showing it to the camera. "He's such a simp! And he hasn't even introduced me to her yet." 

"Why did they blur out your lock screen though?" Bora sounded curious. 

"I asked them to." Chris didn't think it'd make the final cut since it wasn't actually a part of the interview, but he'd asked the production team to blur the shot of his lock screen if they decided to use the footage. They ended up putting it as a bloopers, and the team kept their word. 

"But why? You took the pic from behind, it only features my back and my hair." 

"Well, I've only ever featured your hand and shoes on my Instagram posts so far. We haven't gotten into your back and hair yet." 

Bora laughed. "Chris, it's just my hair and back." 

"Still, I didn't want to soft-launch it to the world without checking with you first." 

Her laugh softened; Chris could just picture the smile on her face, serving as the fade-out outro of her laugh. "It's alright. You can show off my hair and back to the world." 

Chris gasped in delight. "Really? I can do that?" 

"Of course. The pic was a few years ago anyway, my hair doesn't even look like that anymore." 

"What about your face and your name? Will we get to reveal those?" 

He was just teasing her for most part, but Chris couldn't help the faint hope creeping up inside him. He knew he should be thankful that Bora had agreed to publicly announce their relationship – and then their engagement – at all, but he was getting greedy. Still the world didn't exactly know who she was, and still he craved for more; he wanted to be able to fully brag about her, wanted to post random pictures of her (taken from the front, not behind), wanted to scream her name to the world and tell everyone she was the one who managed to captivate his heart, the source of his inspiration. Wanted to tell everyone she was the one for him. 

"We'll get to that," Bora said. 

Chris nearly couldn't believe his ears. "We will?" 

"Sure. Can't let the fans keep thinking you're engaged to a ghost forever." 

He laughed. "Stays do not think that!" 

"You don't know that." 

Before he could reply, Minho started to peel the members off the floor one by one, a sign of the end of their break. Chris sighed in defeat. "I have to go." 

"You're doing great," Bora said softly. "Hang in there." 

The simple words were always enough for him. "Always." 

He hung up just as Minho approached him. "We'll start in a minute, hyung." 

"Alright," Chris said. "In this last minute, could you do me a favor?" 

Chris asked the dance leader to take a picture of him holding up his phone, showing off the un-blurred out version of his lock screen, and quickly uploaded it to his Instagram story before they resumed practice. 

Bang Chan on Instagram

gnabnahc added to their story:  The unedited version of my lock screen since she said I can show off her back and hair, yay! 

bora_kim replied: You really don't waste any second, do you?  gnabnahc: Can't wait for the face reveal 😛 

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[ashwhowrites]

Hello, my love. I would like to request an angsty fic from the queen of angst. (With a happy ending)

So transmasc! Reader has been dating (Steve/Eddie) for a few months now. Somehow (you can pick cause I don't have any specific ideas), reader gets outed. Like Steve/Eddie finds their binding shit or maybe sees their scars if they've had top surgery or finds their first ID, whatever. But Reader decides this definitely must mean it's over, obviously that's not true, and happy ending? 💋💋

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 💋💋 feel free to let me know if anything should be changed if I used incorrect wording.

Scars

Y/N and Steve have been together for around four months and everything has been great. Steve was amazing, he was sweet and romantic. Y/N felt adored by all the love Steve offered, and they struggled with returning the same amount of love to Steve.

They trusted Steve and felt comfortable with him. But they couldn't find the courage to tell Steve about their past. They felt nervous to come out to Steve and explain their journey of becoming who they were meant to be.

Y/N thought they had more time to figure it all out. But they were faced with reality. Steve found things out on his own and his questions were building.

Y/N stood shirtless in their room as they searched through their shirts. Steve was picking them up in half an hour and they needed to finish getting ready.

Music played on their radio as they sang along. They focused more on the song than they did on the task at hand.

"Need help?"

Y/N jumped as they heard a voice. Their eyes snapped to Steve as he stood in their doorway. Y/N swallowed hard, nerves in their stomach. From the angle, Steve was able to see the front of Y/N completely. Y/N never let Steve see them shirtless. They had scars from their top surgery, a surgery they'd never discussed with Steve.

They could tell Steve tried not to stare, but his eyes kept going back to the scars on their chest. Y/N grew self-conscious and yanked on a random shirt. They walked over and turned off the radio.

"You're early." They said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, sorry. I got here early and wanted the extra time with you. I didn't mean to barge in." Steve apologized, he felt incredibly guilty. He could sense how upset Y/N was and he wasn't sure how to fix that.

"I'd appreciate it if you knocked next time or called if you were coming early," Y/N explained, Steve nodded and agreed for the future.

"Did you see it?" Y/N asked, looking at Steve with nervous eyes.

"See?"

"The scars, Harrington! Don't act dumb." Y/N spazzed. Their heart was pounding through their chest. Negative thoughts filled their head. They wanted to ease Steve into it, but now they are terrified they scared him off. He's not going to ever look at Y/N the same way. He's going to be pissed that Y/N kept it to themselves for some time.

"I did. But people have scars, there's nothing wrong with that." Steve explained, slowly walking towards Y/N.

"Do you know what it's from?" Y/N asked.

"I have a theory, but it's not my place to rush you or expect you to tell me. It's your body and I'm here to love the body you want to share with me. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to until you're ready." Steve explained. He softly leaned in, pressing his lips against their cheek.

Y/N wasn't sure if they heard Steve right. He almost sounded perfectly fine with seeing their scars, but that can't be true. Y/N was fully convinced the second they opened up to Steve, he'd run away. He'd run and never look back. He wouldn't see Y/N as the person he first met. Y/N was scared that Steve might imagine a different version of them. But they were wrong.

Steve was still right here, closer than ever. His lips on their skin, his hands on their hips. His brown eyes hold adoration and comfort.

Y/N felt tears welling in their eyes, wrapping Steve in a hug. Y/N melted against his broad chest as Steve hugged them back. Steve rubbed their back softly, up and down. Y/N couldn't think at the moment, allowing themselves to soak into the moment. They didn't have many moments like this. They lived in a world where they were judged and not accepted. It was a lonely and hard life. No one understood the daily struggle Y/N had to fight through.

Steve didn't understand, but he was still here. His arms wrapped around Y/N like many times before.

Y/N felt the feeling of acceptance wash over their body, a body that they worked to feel comfortable in. A body they were learning to love, just as Steve was.

"stay?" Y/N's weak voice whimpered out.

"Always gonna stay," Steve promised.

[dungeonsdragonsandlawyers]

WIP Wednesday on a Thursday

WIP Wednesday

thank you to the absolutely angel who is @shewhowas39 for tagging me! :D

here's a snippet from a scene in A Greater Woman Wouldn't Beg that's well into Act 2. So many, many chapters from now; but, because of who I am as a person, I've been writing random little scenes that pop in my head, even if they're WAY in the future :D It hadn't been edited or anything - just straight wrote it from my head and haven't gone back to reread it yet :P

I don't have many tumblr friends yet, so if you see this and you wanna do it plz follow me and roll with the idea that I did, in fact, tag you LOL

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Andromeda was cold. She had fallen asleep pressed tight to Karlach’s heat, sweat glistening on both their skin. There had been no need for a blanket with Karlach’s arms wrapped around her, her head curled into Andromeda’s chest, legs and tails interlocking in a jumble of limbs, but now - Andromeda blinked her eyes open blearily, a disgruntled look on her face - she was wrapped in the woolen blanket that they had thrown off the bed the night before. Her… girlfriend? No. They hadn’t discussed anything like that… her… friend? No. What they had felt too big to be relegated to a simple friendship. Her… Karlach - that would have to do - was nowhere to be seen. 

Andromeda felt her stomach drop as she sat up fully in bed, clutching the blanket to her naked chest. She had left… When had she left? Andromeda searched her mind for any indication that Karlach hadn’t enjoyed herself… for any hint that this - whatever this was - was just a means to an end for her. Andromeda’s throat felt raw - there wasn’t a note or anything… 

She blinked back tears, throwing the blanket off and shuffling to the end of the bed to grab her discarded clothing. Her toes were freezing by the time she stuffed them into the flimsy shoes she wore around camp. She wrapped the woolen blanket around her shoulders, the best shield she could hope for against the Shadowcurse’s morning chill, and threw open the door. Andromeda had every intention of sneaking out of Last Light without anyone seeing her, and she was confident in her ability to accomplish that goal, if not for -

“Mooooorning.” Felyx. Her roguish brother had always been able to sniff her out. This morning he was leaning against the railing outside her door, chomping at an apple and smirking at her knowingly. Andromeda scowled at him. “Woah there, Princess.” He held both hands up before reaching behind his back and taking out a second apple, tossing it her way. “Gods be damned, I forgot how grumpy you are in the mornings. Never wake a sleeping Andromeda was always the rule, yeah?” 

Andromeda caught the apple and bit into it viciously, her glare softening in increments as she chewed and swallowed. 

“So -” Felyx trailed off, sliding up alongside her as the siblings picked their way downstairs, skimming past the worst of the damage inflicted by the monsters that had attacked the Inn the day before. “Word on the street is that Karlach can touch people again…” He peaked over at her, raising one eyebrow suggestively. 

“She can.” Andromeda answered shortly, taking another bite of apple. 

“And word on the street is that the two of you snuck off together last night.” 

Andromeda looked over at him, “And where, exactly, did you hear that?” 

Felyx grinned, the skin around his eyes scrunching with the force of his glee. “Karlach.” 

Andromeda’s mouth popped open - “She’s bragging about it?!” That didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem like the Karlach she had grown to know this past month… but perhaps she had misread everything. Its not like I have a good track record with these sorts of things… 

Felyx’s face contorted in confusion for a moment before realization dawned there, “Oh god! No, Andi!” He grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her bodily towards him, “No - Karlach asked me to keep an eye for when you woke up… said she didn’t want to wake you. She went for a run to burn off some energy.” 

Andromeda scanned his features, looking for any hint that her older brother was trying to soften the blow - but that had never been Felyx’s style. He was the one out of her entire family who had told her the brutal truth about Dannis, raging against her blind faith in a man who obviously treated her poorly. Her features softened, revealing the self-consciousness that had been eating away at her since she awoke. “She did?” 

Felyx nodded, smiling softly and pulling his sister into a tight embrace. He plopped a kiss on top of her head, “I approve of this one, you know. And that’s not something I say lightly.” He pulled away, holding her at arms length, “She makes you happy - happier than I’ve seen you since Mom…”

Andromeda smiled softly, shyly, up at her big brother. “She does… I -” She paused, searching for the right words, “I feel safe with her… Always have.” 

Felyx grinned down at her, tugging her into his side as he continued to take the steps two at a time, dragging her smaller form behind him. “Now that we have that all sorted out - I want to hear everything!” Andromeda laughed, throwing her head back as she let him pull her along. Felyx was the youngest of the boys, only older than Andromeda by a year - the two had grown up more like twins than anything else, always whispering and gossiping about their crushes in the darkened alcoves of the Vaas estate. He made his way over to the bartop, grabbing two plates of food and gesturing for her to grab two cups of juice, before making his way over to one of the tables lining the walls. He settled in one chair - the one facing the door, she noted with a flicker of annoyance - and plopped her food in front of her. “How was it?! Was it magical? Was it sweet? Did she throw you around in all sorts of freaky positions like those barbarian porn stars do?” 

Andromeda, who had stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth as soon as she sat, began coughing at that. “What? -” She thumped on her chest, trying to dislodge the last of the crumbs she had inhaled. “No?! Barbarian porn stars? What in the hells have you been looking at?!” 

Felyx smirked, cutting his sausage into tiny pieces before slipping the fork delicately between his lips and chewing for several moments. Andromeda let the silence hang in the air, eyebrows raised expectedly at him. “Nothing! I mean - have there been some clippings taken from certain, how do you say - racey - magazines? Of course! Do those clippings contain massive barbarian women bending their partners in every which way? Of course! Am I insanely jealous that you locked Karlach down before I had the chance to work my charms? Obviously!” He was waving his fork around as if it was a sword, emphasizing his points with short jabs of the utensil. “But,” he took another bite of sausage, “you’re very lucky you know. I know for a fact that, had I been given the chance, she would not have been able to resist my charms.”

Andromeda rolled her eyes, recognizing the playful lilt of his voice. “Yes, well, I am so very sorry for stealing your thunder, dear brother. Unfortunately, if you’d like the opportunity to win her hand, you’ll have to beat me in single combat, I’m afraid.” Andromeda smeared marmalade onto her toast and took a bite, smirking at him. “And we both know you don’t have the kiddw to best me.” 

Felyx held a mocking hand to his chest, mouth gaping open, “Well, I have never been so disrespected in my life! Why don’t we just ask the woman herself, hm? Oh Karlach!” Andromeda whirled in her chair just in time to see her… Karlach stride into the great room. She was glistening with sweat and breathing heavily - she looked radiant. Andromeda felt her heart stutter in her chest, and a grin stretched across her face. “Come here, would you? We need you to settle something for us!” 

Karlach locked eyes with Felyx before those orange orbs slid over to Andromeda, joy lighting her features. She bounded over, moving with impressive grace as she dodged around the hellions who were running this way and that around the Inn. When she reached them she bent to place a tender kiss on Andromeda’s forehead before sweeping her into her arms - Andromeda most certainly did not let out a tiny scream when her arse was suddenly no longer on the chair - and taking her seat, positioning Andromeda’s slight frame on her thigh. Karlach’s fingers traced patterns on Andromeda’s hip absentmindedly as the red tiefling grinned at the siblings. “What can I help you with, Vaas’?” 

“Andromeda thinks that I wouldn’t have stood a chance with you, even if she hadn’t gotten to you first.” Felyx pouted playfully, jabbing his fork at his sister in the process. “Tell her she’s wrong - none can resist my charms!” 

Karlach laughed boisterously, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. Andromeda couldn’t help but stare. Gods, she’s beautiful.

Karlach turned to her, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. “So are you, baby.” Andromeda started, wide eyes tracking to Karlach, who merely smirked and tapped her temple. 

Gods damned tadpoles.

[emchovy]

Learned about the release of this book real late, (as in, this February, when I decided that I wanted to show my roommate Epithet for the first time) but thankfully that was just in time to preorder a copy of the hardcover release, which finally came.

Or well, it came yesterday, and I'm finished reading it now. It was AMAZING.

The writing style is pretty different from the stuff I normally read, but once I got in the groove, I felt like I didn't need the audiobook (which I'm definitely gonna get eventually) because I could basically hear all the characters in my head. Also, spoilers for the rest of my review. Pick up a copy. You won't regret it.

I say review. This is disconnected rambling. Also, seriously, spoilers for the whole book delivered in a random out-of-context way.

This book is definitely Molly's story more than anything, and beyond that it's a story between Molly and her sister Lorelei. Two kids with epithets, and opposite personalities. There's a really masterful job here of balancing realistic family drama with the fun, villain vs. hero hijinks.

I love a pathetic loser, and so I was immediately taken by Rick Shades, and his quest for friends, to the point I was getting bummed out when he kept getting rebuffed lololol. However, it was all earned in the end. The scene with him and Molly was <3. Also, I am glad he's gonna get a job. Of some sort.

Naven meeting Molly in the street and just agreeing to give her speech training is an incredibly cute concept.

I liked the Neo Trio a lot, but they're surprisingly not the new faves I expected them to be, though I did laugh pretty much every time at the running joke with Feenie and money.

Actually, my favorite new character was probably Lorelei. We love a girl who's making every wrong decision and also just doesn't leave the house anymore and wonders what's wrong. Also, the Martin + Lorelei relationship was also pretty intriguing. He's more supportive of Lorelei, she's got more of his traits, but Lorelei needs someone who'll help her manage better. Martin's vague support of her 'playing', as Molly puts it, is doing more harm than good. I wasn't exactly sure how to take the fact that Martin constructs Lorelei's ideas in the real world, also. Is he plagiarizing? I wouldn't read it that way, but he's also not collaborating with Lorelei, so they could build something together. A relationship that could go either collaborative or parasitic, depending.

Also, I want Lorelei to get better (and I fully believe she will) but I really liked the end. She needs some time in the real world right now, to grapple with her actions. Neven's gentle support was good. Her and Molly need time apart, so that they can be able to be together again.

Gio and Molly remain duo of all time. Every interaction they have is cute and/or funny. Two characters I could probably enjoy watching/reading about doing basically any boring task you can think of and enjoy. Painting a fence, doing laundry, vacuuming, whatever.

Giovanni's complete blindness to romance was so fuckin' funny in this book. Him and Lorelei and him and Crusher were also distinctly different levels of complete obliviousness.

Also, Crusher and Molly, right at the end <3!! Pulling out the stool for her, her getting reassured by the fact she was nervous. Augh. So sweet. I've reread that scene like 4 times. I do hope we get Molly hanging out with more of The Boys. Crusher's coming across like a pretty gentle sweetie, but I'm very curious about how she'll integrate into the larger group.

All of that to say! Good book!! Would recommend! I'm extremely excited for Sweet Escape.

[emma-m-black]

The Daughter - Chapter One

Tim Gutterson x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

Tim Gutterson comes to the unconventional aid of one Elenora Crowder, ward of Art Mullen and daughter of Raylan Givens.

This will be a multi chapter story and will get spicy as it goes. This is a rough draft and only slightly edited for grammar and spelling. Just needed to finally get it out because Tim Gutterson is one of my favorite characters, and there is not nearly enough fanfic for him.

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Chapter One, Chapter Two

Chapter One:

Elenora could feel the bottoms of her boots stick to the floor as she walked. The years of spilt drinks and shotty cleaning leaving a film across the surface that wanted anything that touched it to become a permanent fixture. Her palms sweated as she stepped towards the bar, and she wiped them against her jean clad thighs, hoping to quell her nerves and the moisture. She should not be this nervous. She already had the plan formed in her head as to what she was going to say. “Hey, remember me, I’m that random girl staying with your boss, but we never really talked cause I think you're cute, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself. So see, my friends are stupid and as part of a scavenger hunt, I need to get a hot guy’s phone number. So here I am! Saying you are hot, like do you on the bar counter right this second. Think about you fucking me in the elevator every time I’m at the courthouse.” “God, I can’t say that,” Elenora muttered to herself. Shoving her hands into the back pockets of her dark blue skinny jeans, she took a deep breath. Thankfully, she had thrown a flannel over her tank top so maybe he would not notice the sweat that was forming under her arms.

When she approached the bar, she leaned against the wood with an elbow and turned herself to look at the man she was about to pester. “Evening Marshal.” Elenora greeted before giving a side eye to her friends. The group of girls were sitting in their booth at the opposite end of the building, chin in hand and elbows on the table, staring at her with wide eyes and cat like smiles.

The man swiveled himself around on his chair, his hands still rested on the bar top wrapped around his beer bottle as if it was too much of an inconvenience to lift them. The motioned drew Elenora’s eyes back to him. Elenora watched as his eyes connected with hers before slowly running down the length of her body and back up again. He squinted and his finger pulled at the label on the beer bottle subconsciously.

Elenora raised an eyebrow as he stared at her. “You look familiar, and you know I’m a Marshal.” His face relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips. “Wait. You’re that uni girl stayin’ with Art, aren’t you?” He swiveled around fully now, his feet resting on the step of the stool and his knees spread wide. His left hand was free and now resting on his thigh.

“Yup, except right now, I need you to pretend like you don’t know me, and I am just some stranger hitting on you at the bar.” Said Elenora pushing off from the bar top and took a small step closer to the man. “You aren’t supposed to know this, but I require your phone number for a stupid scavenger hunt, and I really want to win.”

“This has got to be the strangest pick up line I have ever heard.” His smile betrayed the tone in his voice, telling Elenora that he was actually enjoying this. “Tim, by the way.”

“Elenora.”

Tim’s smile got even larger. “Can’t say an eighty-year-old has ever asked for my number.”

Taking a larger step forward than she had before, Elenora put herself between Tim’s legs. A surge of confidence overtaking her brought on my the smile on Tim’s lip and the mischievous glint that was now in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure this eighty-year-old could give you all sorts of new experiences.” Elenora reached out and ran her hands up Tim’s shoulders before pulling lightly at the collar of his polo to straighten it before dropping her hands back down to her sides.

“Ma’am, don’t tempt me with a good time. So this scavenger hunt?” Asked Tim. “You just need my number, or do you require my assistance with anything else? Say that picture of you skinny dip’n in the founder’s fountain?”

Elenora’s eyes went large. How could he know? Out of instinct, she went to take a step back, but Tim quickly threw his arms out, looping his thumbs into the back pockets of her jeans and splaying his hands on her sides of her ass. “Woah girl.” Tim whispered. “If you’ve done it I didn’t see, you just aren’t the first to come up to me tonight trying to fill that card of yours.”

Relaxing, Elenora rested her palms on Tim’s forearms. “So I’m too late to the game, then is what you are telling me?”

“Hardly. I don’t give my number out to just anyone.” Said Tim as his eyes once again locked onto hers. “However, being in the charge of Art and all, I feel as though it is my duty to help you with your task.”

“That would be mighty fine of you.” Elenora responded. Her hands had worked their way up his arms till her wrists rested on his shoulders. With a turn of her head, Elenora looked back towards her friends who were all watching her with interest, waiting to see what happened next. “Pretty sure you just made me the talk of the night, Marshal.”

“Got your phone?” Tim asked as he slid his hands out from her jeans and brought them to rest on her hips.

Elenora reached up into the pocket of her flannel and pulled out her blackberry. She spun the device in her fingers and held it out to Tim, who then plucked it from her grasp. With both hands, he punched in his name and phone number before holding it back out to Elenora, but when she went to reach for it, he pulled it back with a flick of his wrist. “Now, I’m trusting you with this. With great power comes great responsibility.”

“Got it. No late night booty calls, rebound requests, or drunken confessions of love.”

“Exactly. Only recommendations for lunch, who won Sundays game and is there a cover band playin’ at Rusty’s?” Said Tim as he held the phone back out to her.

Taking it in her hand, Elenora looked at the device and then at Tim. “Thanks, Tim.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask about those cover bands.” Elenora smiled and took a step back from Tim before turning back towards her friends. “And Ma’am, I do apologize.”

The next thing Elenora felt was the slap of a hand on her ass, and she was pretty sure the shock caused her feet to leave the floor. She whipped her head around to look at Tim, who was just retracting his hand and had a smile on his face.

Elenora made her way back to her friends and sat down before handing her phone to one girl, who promptly started clicking away on her phone. Elenora picked up the glass of gin and soda she had left at the table before going to talk to Tim and eyed said man out of the corner of her eye. He had just reached for his beer when his detoured and reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone, reading the message that came through he turned to look at the table and gave a wave, just as Elenora knew he had been instructed. Now came the embarrassing part.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The girl with Elenora’s phone asked.

“Do it. I want that apartment.” Elenora downed her drink in one swallow and tipped her head down so that her fell over her face to hide the blush that she was sure was currently forming on her cheeks.

“Nora, he’s coming over!”

Elenora’s head shot up, and she turned to see Tim walking towards her. A stern look on his face and his hand resting on his firearm that was holstered at his side. His badge was clearly visible from where it was hooked into his jeans on his right hip.

“Shit, he’s a cop!” one girl said in a hushed tone just as Tim approached the table.

“Oh, you’re screwed, girl.” Came the voice of another girl from across the table.

His phone was still in his other hand and he presented it to Elenora once he was at the table’s edge. “Ma’am, is this you?”

Looking at the phone screen, Elenora saw a picture of herself, naked as the day she was born, standing in Lexington’s founders fountain. “Umm, yes.”

“Do you know that indecent exposure is illegal, especially on State owned property, and carries a criminal sentence?”

“No, but that would make sense.” Elenora’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could feel herself breaking out in a sweat.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to come with me,” Said Tim as he pocketed his phone and waved Elenora out of the booth, his hand resting on his pistol the entire time.

“Officer, please, you can’t do this. It was just a stupid thing for her to get this apartment. I mean, it’s a really nice apartment, but she can’t go to jail!”

“Ladies, let me introduce myself. I am Deputy United States Marshall Tim Gutterson, and I am going to take you friend here into custody. Now come Ma’am if you will come with me, we are going to have a little talk about our good State’s laws and if I feel as though you will not be a repeat offender perhaps there will not be any paperwork to file.”

“Yes, Marshall.” Said Elenora as she slid from the booth and grabbed her small leather purse from its resting place on her seat.

Tim placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her to turn around. “Hands behind your back, please.”

Elenora felt the cool metal rub and lock against her wrists. ‘where had he been hiding handcuffs‘ she wondered?

“Ladies, enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that, Elenora felt Tim touch her, gently pushing at her lower back as he directed her towards the door. Once they were almost there, she felt Tim press himself against her side and his head come into view next to hers. “There now you can cross off being arrested, too.”

“You fucker!” Elenora ground out in a hushed tone. “How did you know?”

“Now Ma’am. You are speaking to a Deputy U.S. Marshal, so let’s watch the language, and I already told you, you weren’t the first girl to come up to me tonight.” Tim said this with a humor to his voice and Elenora could only roll her eyes as the two stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the night air.

Once Elenora knew she would not be seen by her friends, she stepped out of Tim’s grasp and turn on him. “I didn’t pay my tab, Tim. I’m never gonna be allowed back in there now.”

“Don’t worry, I took care of it before I came over. Now come on, SUVs just over there.” Said Tim as he removed his hand from where it rested on his firearm and pointed towards an SUV parked about a half block away.

“Wait, you are actually arresting me?” Elenora’s eyes went wide and while she was sure her cheeks were still flushed, she imagined the rest of her was following.

“Hell no, I don’t wanna do that paperwork. It’s a school night; but if your friends walk out right now, this is gonna look mighty suspicious.”

“Good point. Lead the way, Marshal.” Tim moved and placed his hand on her shoulder and the two walked the short distance to his SUV. Opening the door, Tim helped Elenora into the SUV and once he was tucked in behind the wheel himself, he pulled out the keys to the cuffs.

He held them up and Elenora turned herself around to give him access, but when she did not feel Tim unlocking them, she craned her neck slightly to look at him. “Are you gonna uncuff me, Marshal, or is this something I need to worry about? Being in a vehicle with a stranger?”

When Tim did not answer, Elenora bounced her way around in the seat to look straight on at him. Her mind playing through every horrible scenario her daddy had ever told her. Till finally a smile rose from his lips. “I just need to know. You really doing all this for an apartment? Havin’ a criminal record worth that?”

As he talked, Elenora had pulled a bobby pin from her back pocket and had already had it wedged in the teeth of her left cuff. “You haven’t seen the apartment. Studio, with these giant picture windows and a rooftop patio...” Elenora let out a grunt as she squeezed the cuff on her left hand closed even more than it already was, until she felt the release of the mechanism which she had jammed. “There were twenty of us that applied to her to take over her lease, so she came up with this stupid game.” With her left hand now free of the cuff, she brought her hands around to her front and she watched as Tim’s eyes narrowed at the now empty cuff dangling from her right wrist.

“How’d you do that?” Tim asked, pointing at the cuff with the key he still held in his hand.

“A girl’s gotta’ have some secrets.”

Tim gave a nod of his head and reached forward to unlock the remaining cuff. “Understandable. I mean, I have seen you naked already, and we haven’t even been on a proper date.”

A laugh escaped Elenora’s lips. “You tellin’ me, Marshal, that this is your idea of an improper date, then?”

“I don’t normally get the phone numbers of my perps before arrestin’ them, although maybe that’s how your daddy does it. I’m guessin’ he was also a Marshal, and that’s why you’re stayin’ with Art?”

“Still is. Daddy doesn’t make many friends. Felt it was safest for me to head out this way. Uncle Art was nice enough to offer me a room and protection. His ex-wife lives out here too. We get along well enough, but not enough for me to be spendin’ any time in that home.”

“That meaning she aint your momma?”

“No, that woman died when I was eight, and the state contradicted the bullshit I’d been told of my father. And guess what? He was, in fact, alive and well. Didn’t even know I existed.”

Tim’s face scrunched up and his shoulders gave a shrug. “Ouch, well, at least he wasn’t an ass.”

“See, that’s how I know you’ve never met him. I love him, but he’s the biggest ass I know.”

Elenora noticed Tim’s eyes narrow, and he leaned slightly to the side as he watched something from behind her. “Time to go, unless getting caught in this ruse won’t lose you this amazing apartment?”

“Nope, let’s go Marshal,” Said Elenora as she quickly situated herself in the seat and threw on her seat belt.

Tim quickly backed up the SUV and pulled out of the stall, heading down the road with no destination in sight. “Technically, it’s Deputy, but you know I’m not actually arresting you. There is no need for the formality.”

“Maybe I like it. Maybe it’s the gin talkin’, but callin’ you, Marshal, means I’m less likely to be thinking any impure thoughts about you and this improper date.”

Tim’s wrist rested on the top of the steering wheel and his other laid on his thigh, his thumb drumming against his leg. Elenora figured it was a nervous tick or an unconscious way to keep his hands busy. Lots of Marshals had military backgrounds and the way he called her ma’am made her believe he might be one of them.

He remained silent for several seconds until the hand on his leg jumped up and gripped the wheel. Turning it with a sharp pull, Tim brought the vehicle into the parking lot of a dimly lit park and brought it to a stop in one of the parking stalls. He pushed up on the shifter, putting the SUV into park before turning to look at her with a starved look. Like she was water in the desert and he had been stranded for weeks.

“Ma’am, I’m not one to touch someone without their consent unless I’m working, so I need you to tell me you are okay with me kissing you right now. If not, I’ll drive you to wherever you wanna go and we can go abo...” Tim did not get to finish the thought. Elenora had unbuckled herself so fast she wasn’t even sure she had done it till she was already sitting astride Tim, her face an inch from his.

“I’m gonna keep callin’ you Marshal, if you keep callin’ me, ma’am.”

“Understood.” Replied Tim, who then brought his hands up to hover just above her hips.

A giggle left Elenora, and she put her hands to Tim’s chest. “While I, and the women of the world, appreciate your views on consent, I’m sitting on your lap, Tim. You have my permission to touch me.”

With that, his hands clasped down on her hips, and his lips were on hers. His hands pulled at her tucked in tank top till he could get his hands on the skin of her back, where he let them rest as he continued to kiss her. Elenora was seeing stars. The kiss was intense. It felt as though she was the only thing he had ever wanted to kiss. Her body shivered as his thumbs rubbed at the skin on her side, just ghosting towards her stomach. Her hands, on the other hand, had moved up his chest, one now rested on the side of his neck while the other sprawled into his hair.

Elenora could taste the whiskey on his lips, and she felt Tim pull on her, sliding her further into his lap, and to where she could feel him hardening underneath her.

They pulled apart from each other slightly when finally they were so out of breath they could not continue. Elenora dipped her head and bring her lips to his neck where she peppered kisses up towards his ear, and in response she felt a hand slide up her back, coming to rest once his fingers had poised themselves at the clasp of her bra. When her teeth reached his earlobe and she bit down, Tim let out a long groan. “Not to sound too desperate here, but it’s been a while,” Tim began in a whisper. “So if you are gonna keep kissing me there, this might be over real fa... shit.”

“What?” Asked Elenora as she pulled back and looked down at Tim.

“Never thought I wish to be a teenager again, storing condoms in my glove-box.”

“I have an IUD, so we are safe, as long as you are clean...”

“Have to be having sex to get anything...”

“Well then, Marshal, looks like we’re all set.” Elenora rocked her hips into Tim’s and then brought her lips back down to his.

A knock sounded on the glass, and both Elenora and Tim jumped apart in unison. Both turned to see a man dressed in a black police jacket and the butt of a flashlight resting on the window. Extracting his hands, Tim rolled down the window and flinched as the officer spun his flashlight to shine into the SUV. “Okay love birds, this isn’t... Deputy Gutterson, is that you?”

Elenora squinted at the light till finally she had to turn her eyes away and cast them down at Tim’s chest. “Oh hey, Thompson. Yeah, we were just...”

“Not in the park, man.” Said the officer with a laugh.

“We were just leaving.” Replied Tim.

Elenora noticed the light from the flashlight disappear with a click. “You to have a good night and be safe now.”

A few moments later, Elenora felt fingers under her jaw and, after a slight pressure, bring her head back up to face the man in front of her. “Well, if that was a mood breaker, I don’t know what is.” Tim let a laugh out and Elenora followed. The giggles left her lips until Tim’s lips captured hers once more, his hands pushing into her hair as he increased the intensity. She let the kiss go for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Well Marshal, is this the point in the night you drive me home or do we go back to your place? Because I would really rather not be arrested for a second time tonight.”

“I didn’t really arrest you.” Whispered Tim as he pulled a hand from her hair and used his thumb to rub lightly at her the spot on her chin right below her ear.

Smirking, Elenora squirmed in Tim’s lap, and the man beneath her let out a groan. “You did put me in handcuffs.” Elenora pecked at Tim’s lips. Tim let out another groan. However, this one caused Elenora to pull away and narrow her eyes at him. “What?”

“See, I know I should take you home, the home of which my boss lives at, but all I can think about right now is how good you looked in that photo naked.”

“Well then, the next choice seems like it’s up to you.”

Chapter Two

[peakypolly]

Hello! First, happy belated birthday!! Hope you had a beautiful day!! Then, congrats on your milestone!! ❤️

I decided to participate and send you this:

🍹- "It was all in my head" - Send me a character and I'll give you a headcannon about them.

With Alfie, please! Because I love him 😅❤️. Thanks in advance! 😘

Hello Flor darling! Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting! ☺️❤️

I hope you enjoy these random headcanons i’ve come up with for our lovely Alfie!

Tagged: @shelbydelrey If you want to send an ask to be added to the list!

Random Alfie Solomons Headcanons:

Alfie is a foodie! He will take any opportunity to go out to a nice restaurant and have a good meal

I also see him cooking a lot- he likes to find new recipes and try them out while also sticking to recipes that have been in his family for years! Sometimes he’ll tweak them a little just to see if he can make it his own.

When he does try out new recipes he will always ask the person he trusts the most (you) to taste test it for him! He trusts you to be honest with him and genuinely wants to know what he can do better for next time.

If you love it he gets all excited and giddy, he’ll make it for you whenever you ask- for Alfie, food is the way to his heart!

Modern! Alfie would have a Pinterest board with a bunch of random recipes he would love to make one day (it has well over 300 pins)

Alfie would be interested in Philosophy- I see him contemplating the meaning of life at least once a day! He also believes the best questions are the ones without a true answer.

He can go on for hours honestly and likes to see what others think- but if he sees no logic in their thinking he will go out of his way to make whoever said it feel dumb.

Unless he has a soft spot for them- then he will try to press them to explain further. Particularly on why they think that way- he finds it interesting.

Alfie is a collector- he has an eye for antiques and other nicknacks and after he acquires them he displays them like trophies

His shelves are full of random artifacts he’s collected throughout the years

The more expensive things he has locked up safe- family heirlooms, jewels, historical artifacts he won’t show these to anyone unless he trusts you fully

Modern! Alfie would love romcoms

He would never admit it though

The first time you ask him to watch one with you he would be like:

“Oi! Turn this shit off”

But then once he gets into it he’ll start making little comments about the couple in the movie- like at the climax when the couple gets into an argument or before they realize they love each other

“She’s in love with you, you bloody idiot! I tell you what, yeah? If i were there i’d punch him right in his face until he wakes the hell up!”

He would absolutely cry at the end but he’d excuse himself the bathroom to do it- no way would he be seen crying over a movie.

Alfie loves animals! We know Cyril, but if Alfie saw an animal abandoned out on the street, he’d leave some food for them.

If the animal kept showing up he would have to talk himself out of simply just picking it up and bringing it home.

He would eventually but has to stop after a point because his house is turning into a zoo, he would never leave an animal to suffer however- he would find them a good home if he couldn’t bring them in himself.

[splinter-cat]

Hello! I just wanted to say that i've been reading beasts in blue on AO3 and i'm very interested in the story and characters!

Beau and rowan's relationship has such interesting complexities and i can't wait to discover more :)

I also wanted to ask out of curiosity if you have any rules to name the characters? For example do you look up for the meaning or do you just pick what sounds right?

And do the characters have voice/face claims (even drawn and not irl people)?

I hope you have a nice day

Thank you so much! <3 I'm really enjoying writing their relationship so I'm glad y'all are enjoying reading it.

For naming, I actually don't go by meaning most of the time, moreso the sound. Like do I like the flow of this name and does the sound fit the character, etc. Beau is a very different sound than say, Zack, for example.

Other than that, the way I find names to look at is on Behind the Name, there's a name popularity page where you can sort by year. I look at names popular around the time the character would have been born and choose one I like off that list that's somewhere around the top 200. That helps me find one that doesn't sound too out of place for their age.

For surnames I go to the Behind the Name surname site and pick off their top 1000 list. Often, I'll use a random number generator and go until I find one I like.

Once I've got a name put together, I google google google to make sure there's not like, a celebrity or other well-known person with that name haha.

Though one exception to my naming schemes is Rowan! I don't remember how I picked his first name, it might have just come to me, but his last name is inspired by a detective I really enjoy, Jack Mooney on Death in Paradise. :D (Also, I must admit there was a little bit of punny-ness going on with Mooney working with a werewolf, haha.)

As to faceclaims, you might notice a pattern in them, haha. I watch a lot of crime shows, which is actually what initially inspired the story! When I first thought of it, it was more of a buddy comedy "haha what if a werewolf got assigned to the K9 unit" kinda joke, but then I thought about the implications of a world like that. And it ended up being a great premise for whump, which is something I wanted to get into. Along the way, it went from being something to write random oneshots in and gained an actual story. I ended up deciding to make it a bit of a takedown of copaganda shows, because as much as I love watching them, there's definitely a lot of issues with them. So this is my cathartic take on them. :)

Putting the faceclaims under a cut because I know some folks prefer to keep to their own faceclaims:

So not every character has a faceclaim because I just haven't encountered one that works for me yet, but some characters were initially inspired by certain actors.

Rowan Mooney: Naveen Andrews as Ashok Ramsey on Law and Order: SVU

So Rowan's appearance actually took a bit to decide on because I didn't have a fully formed image of him in my mind when I started the story. However, I was at the time doing a binge watch of SVU and saw the episode "Shadow" that Naveen Andrews guest-starred in. My brain immediately went "that guy, he's the vibe I've been looking for!" haha. So he's the inspiration for Rowan's look.

Bonus gif since I couldn't find one of his SVU role:

Mitchell Cooper: Walton Goggins as Boyd Crowder on Justified

Honestly, Boyd Crowder was the inspiration for Cooper right from the start. I'm often playing his lines back in my head, going "Does this sound right in his voice/accent/mannerisms?" As many horrible things as Boyd does on Justified, he was a super entertaining villain, and that's how I feel about Cooper, too, haha. He's just fun to write!

Douglas Owens: Corey Reynolds as David Gabriel on The Closer

It's actually been a while since I watched The Closer, but Gabriel was pretty much my first thought when I was deciding to make Owens. Now, Owens would be a bit younger, maybe, but generally his look is what I'm thinking of. :)

Fabian Rivero: Jonathan Del Arco as Fernando Morales on The Closer/Major Crimes

Morales is one of my favorite medical examiner characters, so of course he's who I thought of first when I needed to make an ME. :D

Frank Warren: Dann Florek as Donald Cragen on Law and Order: SVU

Ok, this one isn't fully set in stone or anything, since I mostly described/wrote Warren without thinking of him. But when I'm picturing a scene, he's largely who I've got for imagining the voice of Warren.

Sadly, other characters don't really have faceclaims! For example, for Beau, I have such a specific image in my mind that I haven't found anyone who really works yet. Same goes for Sidney. Shannon has vitiligo, so while I do have someone I think of to get her voice right (someone I knew IRL so not an actor I could share), I haven't found anyone who matches her appearance properly.

If I do encounter faceclaims for the others, I'll make another post tagged faceclaims so folks can see!

[filmtv2022]

"Coming Home"

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Reader

Story Summary: Mickey and Y/N are visiting Y/N’s hometown while away on leave. Shockingly, the pair find themselves invited to her childhood friend’s Halloween gathering. This might sound like a dream, but it’s been four years since Y/N’s had any real contact with her friend, but with a little encouragement she decided to face her fears and go. While Y/N expects awkwardness to ensue, she certainly never expected to catch a raging case of baby fever.  

Warnings: Kissing + mild language + some suggestive comments + baby fever 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this happy little piece. I thought you all might enjoy something much more light and fluffy after the tragic basket case that was To The Bitter End. Not to mention this made me feel better... Fanboy is just adorable! As always, I apologize for any errors.

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The crisp autumn air whipped through the open car windows as you cruised down the rural back roads, fields of dried corn encroached on the pitted country road as you let your eyes wander to Mickey’s profile. The deep yellow beams of light cut through the air, casting his profile in shadows from your angle, his focus was fixed on the road ahead of him as he listened for the next direction from Google Maps. Mickey could feel you staring at him as he beat a rhythm on the steering wheel. Not wanting to miss the turn, he didn’t allow himself to glance in your direction, but in his peripheral vision, he could see you nervously picking at the loose blue threads of his tattered navy hoodie which you’d stolen from him on the plane. 

“What’s wrong mi amor?” Mickey’s fingers laced with yours as he spoke wanting to comfort you in some way as he could see the anxiety growing in your posture. 

“It’s nothing, Mick.” 

“Please don’t do that Y/N. Let me into that head of yours.” The soft feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand encouraged you to continue.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I haven’t been home in so long, things are just different now.” Your words spilled out hesitantly.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” 

“But what if it isn’t?”

“Then screw them. We aren’t going to let anything ruin this time away. Besides… I’ll sway ‘em with my Latin charm.” Mickey’s laugh mixed with yours, the weight lifting off your shoulders as he brought your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

“I love you Mickey.”

“I love you too Y/N.” 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as your phone guided you closer to your final destination. 

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The sky was fully engulfed in darkness by the time you were pulling up to your friend's home. There were a few cars already in the driveway by the time you arrived causing your anxiety to flair. Mickey made sure to not block anyone before parking the car and turning off the ignition.

 It had been four years since you’d last been home to see your friends. Your family had made their way out to visit you at whatever base you were at in between the months spent at sea. But your friends… they hadn’t come to see you once. When you’d first left for the Naval Academy your friends had promised that they would come to visit as often as they could, but as the years went by their lives refocused on getting married and starting families, while you were working your way up through the ranks, dedicating every free moment to your career. Slowly, but surely, your ties back home faded and fell away, the extent of your interactions mainly resided in liking their life updates on Instagram. If someone had asked you a month ago how you and Mickey would be spending your leave, you couldn’t have dreamed this up in a million years. The only reason you were here was a random text message from your childhood best friend who had reached out to invite you to their annual Halloween party. You weren’t sure what possessed her to send the invite, but if you had to take a guess, your mom had run into your friend at the local grocery store and guilt-tripped her into extending the offer. 

Regardless, here you were parked in a rental car outside of a quaint two-story brick house, trying to gather enough courage to take the plunge and open the door. 

“You know we don’t actually have to do this right, mi amor?” Mickey’s voice was full of concern as he hated seeing you struggle like this.

“Yeah, we do… because if we don’t, do you really want to be the one who has to explain to my mother why we decided to skip out?” 

“Okay, you got me there. Let’s just go in for a little bit, if it’s terrible we leave after an hour. Nobody would bat an eye if we said we were jetlagged and needed some extra sleep, see we’ve got our perfect excuse already lined up.” 

“Fine, an hour. But you have to promise me one thing.”

“Sure me vida, what is it?” 

“If things go south, we’re stopping by the store and buying a tub of ice cream. So that I can drown my feelings in sugar.”

“Deal! I’ll even buy you a bag of those sweetarts you love so much.”

Leaning over the center console Mickey captured your lips in a tender kiss, his right hand cupped your neck as he deepened the embrace. With his lips still ghosting over yours, he spoke, “Besides, I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time tonight that would be infinitely more entertaining.” 

You hummed in affirmation against him, your tongue slipping into his mouth drew a groan from Mickey’s throat. Much too soon for your liking he pulled away from you.

“Let’s do this baby, no reason to put off the inevitable. The sooner we start our hour, the sooner I get you back to the room.” A suggestive smirk accompanied the waggling of his eyebrows as he got out of the car, and slammed the door behind him. You followed suit, adjusting his hoodie on your shoulders and pulling at your leggings to resituate them. Meeting at the front of the car, you grabbed his hand in yours as you walked towards the front door. 

Both of you silently admired the beauty of your friend’s home, the red brick sat in stark contrast to the white pillars that adorned their front porch. It was not lost on either of you how different this was from the military housing you shared back in California. Taking the last step up to the door you noticed the piece of paper taped to the middle of it. 

The sign read, “Don’t worry about knocking or ringing the bell… just come on in!”

Inhaling deeply you reached out to grab the brass knob, the feeling of the metal downright chilly on your palm. With a gentle push the door opened, the sound of children laughing poured in your direction. A trio of young kiddos came screaming past chasing each other through the foyer, high pitched screams and giggles danced through the air. Mickey let out a laugh as he watched the children tear through the space, the sound of their happiness brought a feeling of lightness to the night which only increased as he caught the look of delight on your face. He knew at that moment things would be okay because no matter how much seeing your friend might stress you out, getting to be around little ones always brought such a light to your soul. You were so amazing around his nieces and nephews, a true natural. 

You both slipped off your shoes before making your way toward the adult voices that you were now able to hear. Turning the corner you found the kitchen full of people, the only familiar faces being those of your friend Kate and her husband John.  The motion of you and Mickey entering the room turned everyone’s heads in your direction. Instantly, your friend was rushing in your direction. She had always been overly affectionate and a tad dramatic, her emotions on her sleeve at all times. 

“Oh my gosh! Look who it is!” Her arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into a tight hug which you reciprocated after just a moment of hesitation. Your feelings of worry dimmed a touch as the hug brought back all of the good memories the two of you shared. 

A deep voice cut through the sentiment, “Jesus, Kate. Give her some space, she isn’t gonna disappear in the next 10 seconds.” The comment was followed by a throaty chuckle. 

“I know that John, but it has been way too fucking long, okay?.” Kate threw the comment over her shoulder towards her husband who just lovingly laughed at his wife’s antics. It was your turn to add to the conversation, tugging your friend back in for a second hug, “It’s so good to see you guys. It has been way too long.” 

You and Kate settled back from each other tucking yourselves into your significant other’s sides. Mickey’s arm threaded around your waist, his hand gripping low on your hip. John’s arm was slung over Kate’s shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. 

Kate spoke again as she moved into full-blown host mode.

“So, I think some introductions are in order! Y/N this is Sarah and her husband Mike, their kiddo is the one in the red shirt running around here, her name is Lydia.” As if on cue the children flashed back into the room, continuing their intense game of tag. The little girl in question was bringing up the rear, her bouncy curls bobbing as she sprinted full force for her friend, chocolate smeared all over her face. No one could contain their laughter as they watched the children make another lap through the house and out into the backyard. 

Continuing on, Kate introduced the next couple, “And this is Melissa and her husband Derek, the little gremlin with the striped legging is their life-long responsibility. Her name’s Ashley. And that one, who basically bulldozed the couch on her way by, is Emmie. She’s our little one.” Each couple gave you and Mickey a small smile as they were introduced, you felt like you should say something, but Kate continued on before you had the chance.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, we’ve known each other forever. And you must be Mickey, Y/N’s mom never shuts up about you. I swear I get to sit through at least one Mickey and Y/N story every time I see your mother.” That didn’t surprise you one bit, your family, especially your mom, loved your boyfriend. 

“Uh yeah, hi, it’s nice to finally meet you, Kate.” Mickey wasn’t really a shy person once you got to know him, but being put on display like this around so many new people wasn’t something he loved, but he’d do anything for you. It helped him to know that you needed his support, as awkward as this was for him, it was even more so for you. And when you needed him, Mickey could and would do anything. He tried to reach out to kate and shake her hand, but Kate wasn’t having it. She yanked him in for a bear hug, the sound of air escaping Mickey’s lungs made you laugh. 

As soon as she let him go, Mickey was right back at your side. The woman you had been told was Melissa directed a question to both you and Mickey, “So, what brings you guys back home?” 

“Oh, we are on leave for a couple of weeks and wanted to come see my parents. I haven’t been able to get back home in forever.”

It was Derek that spoke up this time, “So, you guys are military. What branch?”

“Navy. We’re stationed in San Diego right now with our squadron.” Mickey’s voice was full of pride as he responded. 

“So what do you guys do for the Navy?” 

“We’re Naval aviators. I’m a WSO, weapon systems officer, and Y/N is a pilot.”

“Do you fly together?”

“Not in the same plane, no. My pilot is back in California, and Y/N flies a single seater.” 

“Damn, that’s impressive. Thank you for your service.”

Both of you nodded your heads, accepting the thank you graciously. 

“You know Kate, you could’ve told us that your friend here is a badass.” Sarah razzed Kate as he filled up her wine glass from the bottle chilling in the bucket on the counter.

Everyone joined in on the laughter this time, the rest of the group making their way to the selection of alcohol that was put up out of reach of the children. 

“Want anything?” John asked you and Mickey as he reached for a beer. 

“I’d take a pop if you have it. How ‘bout you, Mick?” 

“Pop sounds good.”

“No problem, we’ve got Coke, Pepsi, Mountain Dew, and Dr. Pepper. Pick your poison.”

“Dr. Pepper, please.” You and Mickey responded at the same time, your shared love of Dr. Pepper was actually something that bonded you early on in your relationship. Mickey would bring you a cold can of Dr. Pepper every day after you finished your flights. The two of you would sit and talk about your day while the other aviators finish up their runs. One of your favorite date memories involved you buying every crazy flavor of Dr. Pepper you could find on Amazon and in stores, and trying them together while you mowed down Chinese takeout. 

John handed each of you a nice cold can of Dr. Pepper before moving towards the living room, the rest of the group followed close behind as they finished making their drinks. 

“Pizza should be here soon. What do you say to watching a movie?” 

All three kids were sitting on the living room floor playing with what appeared to be Halloween HappyMeal toys, but at the suggestion of a movie Emmie shot up like a lightning bolt.

“Hocus Pocus daddy! Hocus Pocus!” The little girl jumped up and down on her spot as she pleaded for her father to turn on the movie.

“Okay buddy, we can watch Hocus Pocus. An’ maybe later we can convince mommy to put on the new one!” John’s tone was humorously conspiratorial as if he was letting his daughter in on a secret plan. The little girl flew out of the room again on a mission to go find something as her dad grabbed the remote and cued up the movie. The rest of the littles had settled on the ground as they waited for their friend to come back.

With the movie ready go John sat the remote down and turned to join his wife on the large gray couch behind him, he was almost seated when the doorbell rang stopping him in his tracks. 

“Nevermind… I’ll go get it.” John groaned with effort as he stood from the squat he was in and made his way to the door.

You and Mickey made your way to the end of the couch closest to the hallway down which Emmie had run. The couch had a nice chaise section on that side which was perfect for laying out fully. Mickey settled into the spot against the armrest, his legs extending out in front as he placed his can of pop on the table next to him, a pair of coasters already out to protect the wood. You curled up next to Mickey, your feet tucking under your thighs as you snuggled into his side, Mickey’s right arm wrapped around your shoulders as his left relaxed on the armrest. 

The two of you sat and chatted with the rest of the group for a few minutes as John paid for the pizza, the delicious smell wafting into the room as he brought the boxes in to sit them on the coffee table. He’d clearly stopped by the kitchen and picked up a stack of paper plates and napkins on his way back as he placed them next to the boxes. 

“Dig in folks. Guests first! We’ve got cheese, meat lovers, and supreme.”

Hoisting yourself from the couch you mosied over to the table to grab food for yourself and Mickey.

“What kind do you want Mick?”

“Supreme, please.” You threw two slices of supreme and two slices of meat lovers on your plate, tucking a few napkins in your hand before turning back to Mickey. As you moved Emmie came waddling down the hallway back into the living room, a large plastic tub in her hands slowed her movement. The little girl practically threw the tub down as the weight of it was almost too much for her to carry. Ripping the lid off, she wasted no time pulling out a play dress and three dolls. It only took you a few seconds to recognize the items. The dress was a cheap knockoff of Winifred’s dress from Hocus Pocus, and the dolls were none other than the witchy trio themselves. You and Mickey laughed as a messy red wig fell out of the dress as Emmie pulled it on. 

Kate moved with purpose toward her daughter as she went into full mom mode.

“Now, Emmie, I don’t mind if you want to play with your dolls while we watch the movie, but you need to eat some dinner first.”

“Aww, mom!”

“I know honey, but you can’t just fill up on candy. You need to eat some pizza.”

The little girl crossed her arms, a fierce pout settled on her face as she stared her mother down.

“Emmie, you know the rules. You haven’t eaten any real food since lunch today. So let’s do this, you eat one slice of pizza, and then we’ll start the movie.”

“Fine.” The little girl huffed as she moved to the pizza boxes, Kate stooped down to help her daughter pick out a piece. 

The room fell into a comfortable silence as everyone ate their fill. Emmie finished her slice in record time, the last bite had barely been swallowed before she was impatiently calling for her dad to turn on the movie. John was quick to oblige his child as his daughter made herself comfortable on the ground in front of you and Mickey. Taking each doll she assigned them to her friends, Ashley and Lydia. The other little girls moved closer to Emmie, forming an arc. The girls reenacted the scenes in the movie as they occurred with Emmie playing the director. The sight of the children filled your heart with so much happiness, flooding your mind with images of you and Mickey running around after one of your own. 

Reaching over, you placed your now empty can of pop on the table, lacing your fingers with Mickey’s as you settled back into his side. You couldn't help, but notice how comfortable he seemed now, and that was when you noticed he was staring off into the distance with a dreamy look in his eyes. Leaning closer you brought your head next to his so that you could whisper in his ear.

“What’cha thinkin’ about Mick? You’ve got one of those thousand miles stares going on.” 

“Honestly? I was thinking about how beautiful our children will be, and how I can’t wait for us to have one of ‘em running around.” 

“Yeah?-” Mickey nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of the adorable trio in front of him, “me too.” 

Mickey turned his head towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. A chorus of “eww” erupted in front of you as the little girls caught you kissing. You couldn’t help but laugh at their innocence. The room fell silent again apart from the sound of high-pitched voices acting out the movie with oscar worthy performances. 

…. 

Sooner than expected the credits were rolling on the first movie, and with them you stood from your spot on the couch in need of finding a restroom.

“Hey, Kate, where’s your bathroom?” 

“Oh, it’s down the hallway on the right.”

“Thanks.” 

Stretching your stiff legs out a bit as you walked toward the dark hallway, you let your mind reflect on how nicely this evening was going. It was hard to believe that just a few hours ago you were worried about seeing your friends again after so long. And yes, there was still a thread of awkwardness to the evening, but for the most part, it felt natural like you’d never left. Finishing up quickly, you headed back out to rejoin the group. Everything looked pretty much the same as when you left except Mickey was now sitting on the ground with Emmie, Ashley, and Lydia, a doll version of Billy Butcherson in his hand as he animatedly moved the toy around making it run away from the witches. The symphony of high-pitched laughter mixing with your boyfriend’s voice filled your heart to the brim, if your heart could’ve exploded from emotion it would’ve. 

A person came up beside you as you stood watching Mickey play with the girls. 

“When are you two gonna get up off it and make one of your own?” Kate bumped your shoulder, a small laugh escaped her as she saw your cheeks flush pink.

“Jesus, kate. Let’s start with getting engaged first.” 

“To hell with that, that man’s ready for a baby now. I mean, look at him!” She gestured to the adorable scene unfolding in front of you. Mickey had Emmie in his arms, making her fly through the air as she gripped a play witch’s broom with her knobbly knees. Ashley and Lydia were running behind, brooms of their own flailing widely with each step. All you could do was laugh and nod in agreement. Kate had no idea the stranglehold baby fever had on you both right now. You and Mickey had talked about marriage and babies, and everything in between daily for the past year, but it seemed like every time you guys got close to taking the plunge another mission or deployment came up and pressed the paused button for your personal lives. 

Taking a sweeping circle around the living room Mickey found his way back to the couch, bringing Emmie to hover over the couch cushions.

“Oh no! Broom Failure! Ahh! Eject, Eject, Eject!” With the final ‘eject’ Mickey tossed Emmie gently onto the couch, letting her go from a safe height that was just enough to make her bounce back up slightly on impact. The little girl burst out in laughter, a giant smile painted Mickey’s face as he was tackled by Ashley and Lydia who were clamoring for their own turn to fly. 

“A little help here!” Mickey called as the girls wrapped themselves around his legs making it impossible for him to walk. 

“Oh, my way Fanboy. Phantom approaching from the north, deploying countermeasures!” Swooping in you pried Lydia from Mickey’s right leg, as he pulled Ashely into his arms. John was right behind to grab his daughter. The six of you took off in another circle around the room, the girls giggling all the way. After a few more minutes and a handful more emergency ‘ejections,’ you could feel yourself getting tired, both John and Mickey were breathing heavily from the exertion. 

“Okay kiddos, let’s give these guys a break, and put on the next movie.” Kate mercifully ended the intense play session, “But we’ve got to clean up first, okay?” 

A chorus of cheers erupted from the little ones as they quickly moved to put the toys away. Emmie and John worked together to take the box of toys back to her room, the pair returning a few minutes later with Emmie now in her pajamas. You and Mickey had settled back into your spot on the couch, the two of you cuddling even closer than before. Lydia and Ashley were tucked into their parents' sides, soft blankets spread over their laps as they got ready to enjoy the movie. Your eyes were trained on the screen as the trailer auto-played on the screen when Mickey felt a small hand tug on his pant leg. Turning your head you saw Emmie standing beside Mickey, the look on her face clearly showing that she wanted to ask something, but was a bit nervous to do. 

“Hi, Princesa, is there something I can help you with?” Mickey’s voice was so kind and sweet as he leaned forward to talk with Emmie.

Her dad joined in, encouraging his daughter to ask her question.

“It’s okay sweetie, go ahead and ask.” He smiled down at Emmie as she worked up the courage.

“Can I sit with you?” Her little lisp was so incredibly endearing as her big blue eyes stared up at Mickey.

“You want to watch the movie us?” She shook her head yes instead of answering aloud.

“Of course, Princesa, come here.” Mickey lifted Emmie and positioned her on his lap so that her side was against his chest. Reaching behind you, you grabbed a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, tossing it over Mickey and Emmie, keeping the tail end of it to cover your own lap. Immediately, she snuggled into his chest, her small hands pulled at the blanket tucking it up under her chin. 

John turned on the movie as he sat down next to Kate. You could see the two of them whispering to each other as they gestured in your direction. Even though they were trying to be sly, you without a doubt knew what they were talking about. 

…..

As the final song played for the movie you looked over to find Emmie fully asleep on Mickey’s chest, and you couldn’t help, but think about how amazing it was to see him like this, you knew without a doubt he was going to be an amazing dad someday. Silently, John came over and picked Emmie up from Mickey’s lap to take her to bed. Quietly, Sarah lifted Lydia up as she stood from the couch, Mike folded the blanket they’d borrowed leaving it on the cushion behind him. Melissa and Derek repeated this process with Derek carrying Ashley in his arms as he tried to slip on his shoes without bending down to untie them. Slowly everyone made their way to the front door, exchanging quiet goodbyes as the other two couples made their way to their cars. 

Kate stood by the door, leaning against the wall as she waited for you guys to put on your shoes. Turning back to the door and to your friend, there was a moment of awkwardness that flashed between you as you contemplated how to say goodbye. Thankfully Mickey sensed this and picked up the slack for you.

“Thanks so much for having us. It was great to get to meet you and John, and Emmie is just an amazing little girl… you should be so proud.”

“Thanks for coming you guys. I am so glad you were able to make it.” She pulled the two of you into strong hugs in an attempt to emphasize how grateful she was that you came.

“Yeah, thank you for inviting us Kate, it means a lot.”

“No, problem.” Kate paused for a moment before continuing, “And Y/N, I’m sorry. I should've reached out sooner. It shouldn’t have taken being cornered by your mom at the store for me to do it.”

“It’s okay, Kate, really.”

“No it’s not, but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better. I mean what if something had happened to you before we…” Kate’s eyes glossed over with tears as she spoke, and the sight of it pulled at your heartstrings.

“Hey, Kate, it’s okay. I’m okay… you and me, we’re okay. Promise me that you won’t beat yourself up about it all, alright?”

“I’ll promise to try.” You pulled Kate into a deep hug, allowing yourself to live in this special moment with your friend. 

The two of you broke apart as John joined you in the foyer. 

“Thanks for coming you guys, be safe on the road.”

“Will do.” John and Mickey shook hands and pulled each other into a bro hug, their hands slapping each other’s backs.

… 

The walk back out to the car was a cold one, a stiff October breeze blew through the air, swirling around you as you booked it back down the driveway. Once inside the vehicle, Mickey started the car, turning the heat on full blast before backing out. The drive to the Airbnb was quiet, the two of you focusing yet again on the directions coming from Google Maps. Reaching your destination the pair of you worked quickly and efficiently to get your stuff inside, wasting no time getting ready for bed after haphazardly tossing your suitcases onto the ottoman at the foot of the bed. 

Dressed in one of Mickey’s old Top Gun shirts, you tossed back the fluffy covers on the bed and crawled in, letting your tired body sink into the comfortable mattress. Mickey was not far behind you, he pulled off his t-shirt before slipping into bed in just his boxers. Scooching over you wrapped yourself around your boyfriend’s warm body, your head resting on his chest as your legs tangled with his. The two of you relaxed in comfortable silence as you contemplated the day’s activities. Eventually, it was you who broke the quiet.

“Mickey, you awake?”

“Yes, what’s on your mind mi amor.”

“I just… I can’t wait to have all of that with you. I know we’ve talked about it before, but I’m really ready now.” 

“Me too, Y/N, me too.” Mickey kissed you on the top of the head before letting his eyes close, a huge smile painted his face as he felt your breathing even out with sleep. It took a while longer for Mickey to find sleep as his mind was buzzing with excitement at the secret he was keeping. Little did you know that Mickey had big plans for your day at the apple orchard tomorrow, plans that involved a little blue box, a diamond ring, and a question that he’d been waiting to ask for what felt like a lifetime. Mickey fell asleep dreaming about the moment he would ask you to stand by his side forever… it was the best sleep he’d gotten in ages.