#instead of sitting in it with them and just listening

[urmum-lovesme]

Bunny (P7)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: just when all you thought life couldn't get any worse for Bunny... well y'all were wrong. Also this hasn't got a lot of rafe in it ngl but I swear the next chapter will have A LOT of them together.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs (smoking), throwing up, mentions of a strip club, mentions of harassment (implied assault), Bunny in distress :(, pretty angsty tbh, arguing

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The soft glow of daylight pressed against the edges of the blinds, but Y/N's room remained cloaked in a sleepy dimness. The air was thick, a mix of stale perfume and forgotten laundry, clothes lay draped over the chair in the corner, an empty glass sat on her nightstand, and a few crumpled receipts peeked out from under her bed; she hadn’t had the energy to clean up. Her phone buzzed against the mattress beside her, the vibrations rattling slightly against the sheets before settling into silence. Then, a few seconds later, another buzz. And another. She already knew who it was before even glancing at the screen.

Bambi  :  You gon be in tonight????

Bambi  :  Been dead without u girl

Bambi  :  ??? You good?

Bambi  :  At least let me know you’re alive tf

Y/N let out a slow breath, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. The messages glowed on her screen, but she didn’t reach for them. Instead, she just lay there, her limbs heavy, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer- she just didn’t know how, she wasn't sure what to say. 

Another buzz.

Bambi  :  If you ignore me again I’m showing up at your house. 

Bambi  :  Ima ask tommy where you live i'm sure he’ll find out 

Bambi  :  Don’t play with me.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but it faded just as quickly as she let out a small sigh, finally grabbing the phone with sluggish fingers, her thumb hovering over the keyboard.

She typed. 

Deleted. 

Typed again.

Bunny  :  I’m fine

Bunny  :  Just taking a little break omi 

She stared at the message for a second before pressing send. It was enough to get Naomi off her back. For now, at least. She let her phone fall back onto the bed beside her, rubbing her tired eyes with the heel of her palm.  A knock at the door made her heart jump. Her breath hitched, fingers curling slightly into the sheets as she pushed herself to sit up.

"Y/N?"

JJ's voice filtered through the wood, and her shoulders relaxed just a fraction, relieved it was his voice.

"Uh... can I come in?"

"Yeah."

She cleared her throat, sitting up a little. The door creaked open, and JJ stepped in, his eyes flickering around the messy room before landing on her. He hesitated, shifting awkwardly, and she could tell he wanted to say something about it, but he didn’t. "Uh..." He scratched at the back of his neck, flipping his cap backward before exhaling through his nose.

 "Can I borrow some money? Jus' for gas..."

Y/N just nodded, moving robotically toward her nightstand. Dragging the draw open she pulled out a fifty and handed it to him without a word, forcing a small smile. He took it, stuffing it into his pocket, still lingering like he had more to say. He hesitated before he asked, voice softer now.

"You okay?"

"Yeah- yeah, I'm good" 

She replied quickly. JJ nodded, rocking on his heels before glancing toward the door, "Me and the Pogues are doing a fire at the Chateau tonight... you wanna come?"

"Um... sure. I'll think about it."

Y/N hesitated, rubbing her fingers over the fabric of her bedsheets. A small grin tugged at his lips, and he gave her a nod. 

"Well... catch ya later sis?"

"Catch you later J"

She exhaled, forcing another smile. He lingered for a second longer before slipping out, shutting the door behind him. She listened, waiting patiently before hearing the sound of the front door closing. Y/N let out a small groan, rubbing her face before finally pulling herself together up off the bed, moving toward her dresser to pull out her uniform from the top drawer, pushing it shut with her hip.

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By the time she'd stepped into the country club, she was already met with the sharp-eyed stare of her manager. He stood near the entrance, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently against the polished floor, "Maybank," he called the second he spotted her.

"You're twenty minutes late."

"I’m sorry, I— overslept."

Y/N exhaled through her nose, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as the scrawny man in front of her, Mark- was it? She wasn’t too sure he’d only joined last week but one thing she was sure of- he was a total dick. Mark scoffed, clearly unimpressed at her petty excuse as he looked her up and down. 

"Well, don’t let it happen again. We’re busy today, you’re needed in the restaurant. Get to it."

"Yeah, of course" 

She muttered under her breath, already walking past him. He was such a prick, thinking he was above everyone else just because he got to wear a different uniform. But at the end of the day, he was just as much of a pogue as the rest of them. The restaurant was a mess of voices and clinking cutlery, yummy mommies and uninterested fathers wrangling hyperactive kids, older couples sipping on overpriced wine. It was the busiest she’d seen it in a while. Y/N sighed, making her way near the bar where a few other servers were already scrambling around, piling margaritas and mojitos onto trays. She reached under the counter, pulling out her designated apron and securing it around her waist before grabbing her notepad and pen, just another day in paradise. As she tightened the knot on her apron, she felt a light touch on her arm and she turned to find Sofia standing beside her, brows pulled together in concern. The brunette girl greeted, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.

"Hey" 

"Hey" 

Y/N replied, offering a small smile and Sofia's frown deepened just slightly. 

"Are you okay… you’re late today."

Y/N hummed, already knowing where this was going. She was never late. Not to work, not to anything really, she always made sure she was on time- well except for today. She assured her friend, forcing her voice to sound as normal as possible.

"Yeah Sof, I’m fine- I just overslept" 

Sofia gave a slow nod, but she wasn’t convinced. Dropping her voice, she leaned in a little closer and she whispered.

"Is it your dad?"

Y/N blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question. A warmth spread in her chest, the kind that only came from knowing someone truly cared. Sofia was sweet always like that—no one else in her life really looked out for her the way she did. A soft smile tugged at Y/N’s lips as she shook her head. "No," she murmured. 

"He’s being… okay."

Sofia studied her for a second before giving a nod. "Alright," she said, clearly not wanting to push. Then, as if sensing the need for a subject change, Y/N asked, "So, what section am I in today?" Sofia winced, dragging out the word, 

"Weeeelllll—"

Y/N groaned, "Nooo, Sof."

"I’m sorry, okay? I got the balconies, and because you were late, Bailey took the outside, so—"

"-so I got stuck with center" 

Y/N finished, already dreading it. Sofia gave her a look of sympathy, but it didn’t help much. The center section was the worst. It was where all the entitled families sat- the ones with spoiled kids who flung food without a care in the world, and mothers and fathers too glued to their phones or their own conversations to notice. Y/N groaned, slumping against the counter. 

"I swear you did this on purpose."

Sofia snorted, nudging the girl with her shoulder, "Yeah, totally. I plotted this entire thing just to ruin your morning."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at her lips. She let out one last exaggerated grunt before pushing off the counter, "Fine. But if I get mashed potatoes in my hair, you're cleaning it out for me."

"I guess it's the least I could do..." Sofia laughed.

After that she didn't see the girl once because the lunch rush was in full swing, and Y/N seemed to be drowning in it. The noise of the restaurant buzzed in her ears- cutlery clinking, bratty kids shrieking about not getting dessert, chairs scraping, and the constant hum of voices layering over each other. She barely had a second to breathe between tables, and it didn’t help that she had the worst kind of customers. She was in the middle of jotting down an order when a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Hello? Are you even listening?”

Y/N blinked, looking up at the middle-aged woman with an unimpressed frown. She asked, forcing her best polite voice.

“Sorry, ma’am. What was that?”

The woman scoffed shaking her head, “Unbelievable. I said no onions on my salad- are you writing this down?”

“Of course, no onions.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, scribbling it onto the pad. She could feel the heat rising in her face, but she kept moving. There was no time to dwell- she had to drop off one table’s drinks, check on another’s meal, and now, grab a fresh batch of plates from the kitchen. She pushed through the kitchen doors and made a beeline for the counter, spotting the steaming plates waiting under the heat lamps. She reached out, grabbing one—

“No! Wait that's h—”

Yet Elijah’s warning came too late. The moment her fingers curled around the plate, a searing pain shot through her palm. She let out a sharp, instinctive whine, immediately jerking her hand back and waving it in the air.

“Shit!”

Elijah’s eyes widened, “Fuck, Y/N, I forgot that one just came out.”

“It’s fine. It’s okay. I should’ve checked.”

She exhaled through her teeth, shaking out her fingers and blowing on her palm. Elijah still looked guilty, but she didn't have time to listen to his apologies, so she quickly grabbed a rag to pick up the plates properly, her hand still stinging as she placed them down onto a tray and balanced it on her hand, pushing back through the doors. However, the second she stepped out, her manager was waiting, arms crossed.

“Maybank, pick up the pace. You’re falling behind.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek so hard she almost tasted blood. She wanted to snap, to tell him that maybe if they weren’t understaffed and she wasn’t stuck serving every entitled asshole in this place, she wouldn’t be behind. But she swallowed it down, nodding stiffly instead. She walked past him, her burned hand still throbbing, head pounding, and for the first time all day, she wasn’t sure if she’d make it through her shift without completely losing it. 

After leaving the, somewhat happy, family with their meals, she glanced around at her tables- which all seemed relatively contect. So with that sacred moment of peace she slipped behind the bar, reaching for a glass to pour herself some water, when a voice stopped her. “Maybank.” She turned to see Camilla, the head of house, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. Her expression was neutral, but there was a knowing glint in her eye.

“Just sat two guys in your section. They look like they tip well...” 

Camilla said with a slight smirk. Y/N exhaled, setting the empty glass down. Guess I’ll get my water later she thought to herself as she nodded, smoothing her apron as she made her way toward the new table. As she approached, she took them in- two men, mid-forties, dressed in tailored suits with loosened ties. They had that rich look about them, one of them had slicked-back hair, his Rolex glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The other had a sharp jawline and expensive prada sunglasses perched atop his head. Y/N pulled out her pad, forcing a polite smile. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’ll be your server today—”

She glanced up, and the moment her eyes landed on the man with the sunglasses, her stomach dropped. His smirk was slow, spreading across his face like he was enjoying a private joke. His gaze dragged over her, lingering just a little too long. Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “Well, well,” he murmured under his breath.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She pretended not to hear, gripping her pen a little tighter as she asked, keeping her voice even.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?”

The man with the sunglasses let out a soft chuckle, leaning back in his chair. “Whiskey on the rocks” he said lazily. His friend ordered a beer, and Y/N quickly scribbled it down, ready to get away from the table. But just as she turned, the guy hummed. 

“You must really like serving people, huh?”

Her stomach twisted. She knew exactly what he was implying. She didn’t let herself pause, didn’t let him see her react. Instead, she simply nodded, keeping her face blank as her jaw ticked.

“That’s my job, sir” 

She said albeit sarcastically before walking away. Yet even as she put distance between them, she could still feel his eyes on her and suddenly, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed a shower. Y/N quickly typed the orders into the system, her fingers moving almost mechanically, but her mind was still focused on the two men at table 5. The words from the guy in sunglasses were still echoing in her mind, and it was hard to shake the feeling of discomfort creeping up her spine. As she was trying to center herself, she saw Sofia passing by with an empty tray in hand, Y/N practically reached out to grab her arm, making Sofia stop in her tracks.

“Hey, uh... can I ask you a favor?” 

Y/N’s voice was low, almost pleading, and Sofia immediately tilted her head, looking at her with concern. “What’s up?” Sofia asked, her eyes scanning Y/N’s face, sensing the tension. She hesitated for a second, her eyes darting over to table 5, where the two men were now deep in conversation. 

“I know I don’t usually ask, but- could you just take over table 5 for me?” 

She asked, her words a little rushed trying to keep her voice as steady as she could, trying to keep the nervousness from showing. Sofia’s eyes shifted over to the table, quickly taking in the two guys who were talking and she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” 

“Oh, uh... one of them was just being a creep, and I don’t want to serve them anymore. They’re just freaking me out, you know?” She tried to make it sound casual, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. Sofia nodded without missing a beat, her face hardening with understanding. 

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief as Sofia gave her a reassuring smile. She slipped behind the bar, and reached for a glass of water, the coolness of it a welcome distraction from the heat of the day. But as her fingers brushed the glass, her mind wandered- unsurprisingly, to the two men she just served. She’d kept her two lives separate for so long and for months, she had succeeded. But now… now she could feel them bleeding into each other. It should’ve been obvious. She should’ve known that eventually, something would snap. But Y/N had buried her head in the sand, living like this dual existence was sustainable and now it was all crashing together. Her hand tightened around the glass, maybe she should’ve expected it sooner, maybe this was just karma catching up with her. But what did she do now? With a sharp exhale, Y/N jerked her head away from the counter, pulling herself back to reality. The sound of the kitchen buzzed back to life, and she set her glass of water down with a quiet sigh, abandoning the brief moment of peace. The kitchen doors swung open as she grabbed a tray of dishes,the smell of garlic and tomatoes hit her first- rich, hearty, the kind of smell that reminded her of family dinners at Sofia's house. But then, the overpowering scent of fish and anchovies mingled with it, and Y/N felt her stomach lurch in response.

Her body instinctively recoiled, but she continued to walk with the tray, forcing herself to ignore the growing nausea that started to pool in her chest. As she placed the plates down in front of her table, the scents lingered too long, curling around her senses and twisting like a knot in her gut. She barely heard the customers thank her as she turned quickly on her heel. Her stomach churned, the tight feeling in her chest growing. It wasn’t like this normally, she had always been able to deal with the smells, even if they weren’t her favorite, but today felt different.

Without another thought, she bolted for the back, pushing past the kitchen staff with a quick “excuse me” and “sorry” she didn’t really register. The bathroom was just a few steps away, and she barely made it to the toilet before her body reacted to the smells. Her knees buckled as she knelt, gripping the sides of the porcelain toilet, dry heaving into the bowl. Nothing came up at first, just the acidic taste of bile burning the back of her throat. It wasn’t long before the contents of her stomach caught up with her, and she threw up, the sensation heavy in her chest. She breathed through it, barely able to steady herself as her body trembled. She stayed there for a few minutes, resting her forehead against the cold edge of the toilet, willing the waves of nausea to pass. 

Finally, she stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and rinsing her face under the cool tap. Her reflection in the mirror didn’t look like her- not entirely. Her hair was disheveled, eyes a little more tired than usual. But she took a deep breath, splashing some more water on her face as she took a deep breath, making her way back into the kitchen.

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The soft buzz of the overhead lights hummed in the quiet gas station shop, the air thick with the scent of cheap coffee. Y/N walked down the narrow aisle, her eyes scanning the shelves in a daze, she needed to pick up some bread, eggs, and milk—simple things. Her hand brushed against the shelf, the cold bottles of milk sending a faint chill up her arm. She placed the bottle into her basket and moved through the next aisle but then, her gaze caught something- something tucked away on the edge of the shelf in a blue and white box. The name on it stared up at her and she couldn’t ignore it. She stood still for a moment, her fingers tightening around the handle of the basket, as if the weight of the box was too much for her to attempt to lift. She picked it up slowly, feeling the smooth cardboard beneath her fingers. Her thumb ran over the price tag, and she let out a small, exasperated huff as she read it: $13. Jesus, that was steep for something so small.

She stared at it for another moment, almost as if waiting for the price to drop but it didn’t and the shop remained empty, just the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the soft shuffle of her shoes against the linoleum floor. With a quick glance around the shop, ensuring no one was there to see, she shoved the box into her basket.

She needed it. 

Even if it didn’t make sense, even if it was a stupid purchase, she needed to feel some semblance of control. The cashier stood behind the counter, chewing gum slowly, her eyes uninterested as she scanned each item with a mechanical precision. The click of the scanner was the only sound in the otherwise silent shop. Y/N could feel her gaze on her, a heavy, almost judgmental stare as the woman worked through the items. The cashier's eyes flicked up as she reached the box. She scanned it, then raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze flicking from the box to Y/N, as if silently questioning her. She didn’t say anything though, just let the moment hang in the air, her gum popping softly between her teeth. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit she never seemed to break, and cleared her throat.

 “Can I get a bag?” 

Her voice came out quieter than she expected, the cashier nodded, not bothering to make a show of it, and began placing the items in the bag leisurely. The sound of the plastic crinkling felt like an eternity to Y/N, each second stretching into the next. It was torturous- like the woman was dragging it out on purpose. Finally, the woman looked up at her and said flatly, 

“$20.50.”

Y/N’s hand immediately went to her pocket, fingers fumbling slightly as she pulled out the cash. She placed it on the counter without a word, almost too quickly, and the cashier took the money, handed her back the change, and Y/N took it with a muttered "thanks," her voice barely audible. She grabbed the bag, turning quickly to head for the exit, relief bubbling up at the thought of being out of there. 

But as her hand reached the door, she paused.

Her gaze flicked to the small W/C sign on the wall, the letters simple and stark, and for some reason, her feet seemed to move of their own accord. Without thinking, Y/N walked towards the restroom doors and slipped through them. 

She now found herself sat on the toilet, her elbow resting on her knees, her head leaning into the palm of her hand. Her other hand absently fiddled with the plastic turning it over, looking at it every few seconds waiting for some sort of sign, some hint of change. But nothing. Nothing had changed. It was just plastic- empty, meaningless plastic. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion in her body. It had been a long day, and her mind was tired, her thoughts heavy and slow. She closed her eyes for just a moment, just to breathe, to try and center herself, to stop feeling so damn overwhelmed. She let out a soft sigh, as if to release all the tension she had been carrying. When she opened her eyes again, the restroom’s faint fluorescent light made everything look almost surreal. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting. 

But when her gaze dropped, something froze in her chest.

She was gripping the plastic now, harder than before. Her knuckles were pale from the pressure, but it didn’t matter. The small screen was glaring up at her and in that harsh, glaring light, the one thing she hadn’t wanted to see was right there. Her throat was tightening, and for a moment, it felt like the room was closing in on her. She stared at it, her mind running in circles, her breath shallow.

She hadn’t expected this. 

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Y/N slammed the door behind her with more force than she intended- its harsh thud reverberating through the quiet space. She rushed into her room, her heart pounding in her chest, she didn’t even notice the noise; her mind was elsewhere, racing. Panicked. The weight of the little plastic screen clung to her like a heavy, suffocating blanket. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be real. Her hands were a little shaky as she dropped to her knees beside her bed, reaching under it with frantic urgency. She pulled out the tattered brown shoe box that she had kept hidden, the one filled with money she’d saved. Her fingers fumbled with the box’s worn edges before opening it and pulling out the small pile of cash. She began counting quickly, 

Two hundred and fifty dollars.

Her stomach twisted at the sight of it. Two hundred and fifty dollars. That was it? Barely enough to make it through the month—food, bills, gas. She knew she hadn’t been at the club for almost three weeks but she never really noticed how much of a difference it made- without it her payout at the country club, well it was practically nothing. She cursed under her breath, shoving the cash back into the box. How was she supposed to make it work? This wasn’t enough. 

It wasn’t even close.

A sharp knock to her bedroom door pulled her out of the downward spiral she found herself tumbling through. “What?” she snapped irritably, blinking away the haze of frustration. She shoved the box back under the bed as the door opened. JJ walked in, a little lighter than usual. He had a joint behind his ear and a grin plastered across his face. 

“You ready to get lit sis?”

Y/N paused, still kneeling on the floor, her hands clenched into fists. “What?” she asked, her tone sharp and confused. JJ spoke out, walking deeper into her room like it was his own,

“C’mon, you ready to go to the fire?” 

Her mind flicked back to that morning when he had asked her if she wanted to go to the Chateau with him and the Pogues to spend the night, maybe smoke some weed, have a few beers. It felt like a lifetime ago now that they’d discussed it, and she couldn’t shake the weight in her chest. She pushed some hair out of her face, shaking her head slowly as she pushed herself off the floor. 

“Look JJ... I don’t know if I can do that tonight.”

JJ, oblivious to the undercurrent of panic in her voice, walked past her and pulled open the doors of her closet already rifling through her closet causing her brows to pull down into a frown. He spoke nonchalantly, grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top looking at them before shrugging and tossing them onto the bed close to where she stood.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah- you just need to loosen up Y/N” 

 “I really don’t want to JJ” 

She said, her voice tight as she sat on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing up and down nervously, but her brother had already made his way towards where she was , pulling at her shoulders shaking her lightly, trying to convince her. 

“Just loosen up, Y/N. You’ll come to the chate-”

“-I’ve got bigger fucking problems than spending a shitty night getting high by some fire!” 

She burst out, her chest tightening with the outburst. Something inside her snapped, and she stood up abruptly, pushing his hands off her. JJ stepped back, surprised by the force of her movement. The words hung heavy in the room and she immediately regretted saying them, feeling the lump in her throat, the guilt crawling up her neck. JJ stared at her, his expression frozen for a moment. He hadn’t expected that- neither did she. He stood still for a beat, and then, shaking his head, he mumbled, 

“Should’ve guessed you didn’t want to spend time with your brother and his shitty friends, right?”

Y/N’s face softened for a moment, but the words stung, and she felt that familiar ache in her chest. She started, her voice breaking just slightly,

 “JJ—”

He didn’t wait though, instead he turned on his heel, walking toward the door, his lips pursed in frustration. Before she could say anything else, he slammed the door behind him. Y/N stood there, alone, heart pounding in her ears. She tried to sit there on the edge of the bed for a few more minutes after he heard the front door slam shut to try and calm herself, but her mind was running too fast. The words she’d snapped at JJ kept echoing in her head, the way he’d walked out, the hurt in his voice when he made that comment about not wanting to spend time with him. She knew it wasn’t true. She did want to spend time with him more than anything, but everything was just... overwhelming. 

Her gaze flickered over to the duffle bag sticking out from the back of her closet. The zipper was slightly open, revealing the pink sparkle of the clothes inside. She hadn’t planned to go back there tonight, but the weight of the situation was too heavy- she needed the money now. She couldn’t just let it all sit on her shoulders while she waited for something to change. Y/N sighed, dragging herself off the bed with more effort than she cared to admit. 

She had no choice but to make it work. 

It always worked, somehow. 

The duffle bag felt heavier than it should as she pulled it out from the closet, her fingers brushing the rough fabric. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to hold it in her hands, but now, with everything else piling on top of her, she couldn’t ignore the fact that it might be her only option. She unzipped the bag slowly, pulling out the set she hadn’t touched in weeks. She stared at the two piece, at their tight fit, the heels in the bag she knew would be a bitch to walk in but would make the money flow. There was a strange sense of finality in the way she laid everything out on her bed. 

Y/N quickly pulled her polo top over her head, hand reaching to her back to unclasp the bra she was wearing; trying not to think too much about the decision she was making. She pulled on the panties, feeling the familiar fabric settle against her skin, dragging on the pair of shorts and t-shirt JJ had thrown out her closet over the set. As she grabbed the duffle bag again, her stomach twisted in knots, but she pushed the feeling down. She shoved everything into the bag, and as she walked out of her room, heading for the door, her hand lingered on the handle of the front door for a second longer than it should have.

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The car hummed under her, tires rolling over the familiar streets, but her mind was a million miles away. She wasn’t driving fast; in fact, she was barely even looking at the road, her gaze flickering from the rearview mirror to the side window. The night stretched on like a thick fog in front of her, and all she could do was try to sort through the thoughts fighting for space in her head. She should have been heading straight to the club, her destination set, the routine of it all keeping her grounded. But she couldn’t shake the nagging pull, the thought she’d been running from for so long. 

The thought of what he had said to her.

She came to a slow stop at the red light, her eyes catching the turn-off for Figure 8. She bit her lip, her mind racing. She could do it- this one night would pay for it, for all the expenses. She wouldn't need to slave away for hours at the club every night for the next two weeks. But the longer she thought about it, she didn't think she could do it, the thought being clouded in guilt and in hesitation. The light flickered green, and Y/N’s foot hovered for a second.

Her car made a slow right turn, the headlights illuminating the driveway of the house she’d never imagined stepping foot in. The driveway was empty except for the black Range Rover, parked against the stillness of the night. The lights were off inside, except for the soft glow coming from a window upstairs. Y/N’s heart was thumping, the tension coiling in her chest.

She shouldn’t be here. 

She felt herself fidgeting with the steering wheel, her nails already bitten down to the skin, she was out of the car before she even had the chance to fully think the idea through. The driveway stretched in front of her, empty and lonely and her footsteps echoed in the quiet as she walked up to the door, her thoughts scattered and panicked. She raised her hand, and knocked.

Once.

Twice. 

The sound was sharp against the night, the quiet too loud in her ears. She crossed her arms, staring at the door, waiting, her breath shallow as the seconds stretched on. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she couldn’t stop herself now. The door creaked open, just a little, enough to see him, his silhouette framed in the darkness

Rafe stood in the doorway, a surprised expression crossing his face as his eyes slowly raked over her. His lips lifted into a smirk as his gaze lingered, reading her.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, a hint of amusement in his tone. 

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you anytime soon.” 

His gaze flickered over her, narrowing slightly, processing the change. The girl who had slapped him just weeks ago, who had shot down his offer without a second thought, was standing here now, looking... different. 

Vulnerable, maybe?

Her eyes never left his, the tension between them palpable in the night air. She stood there for a second, her lips pressed tight, and then, finally, she spoke.

“Does your offer still stand?” 

She asked, her voice steady but her posture tense, her arms crossing over her chest, as if bracing herself for whatever would come next. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. 

“What?”

“You said you wanted me to dance for you,” she clarified, her eyes now unwavering, “privately.”

Rafe blinked, his confusion momentarily replacing the usual smugness in his expression. He stared at her, trying to piece this together. The last time they’d spoken, she turned down the idea without a moment of hesitation and prior to that she’d slapped him across the face for suggesting something like this, practically hurling insults at him. And now, here she was, standing in front of him, asking for the very thing she had so firmly rejected. He scratched his bicep slightly as he moved to cross his arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe, his eyes flicking over her again, narrowing as he tried to make sense of her sudden shift in demeanor. 

“Why now?” 

He asked, the question slipping out before he could stop it. Y/N's jaw tightened- was he really expecting her to explain herself? To give him a reason? She just needed this—needed him to say yes, because she didn’t have time to waste. “That’s not important,” she replied, her voice a little firmer, a little colder now.

 “Does the offer still stand or not?”

Rafe’s eyes stayed locked on her, the gears turning in his head as he considered her. He couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward her. The attraction had always been there, but it had grown stronger in the past few months. Seeing her again, after all this time apart, made something inside him ignite.

He wanted her- and it wasn’t just about the power and control anymore. 

There was something more now.

He ran a hand across his jaw, his gaze flicking over her, up and down, assessing her in a way he hadn’t before. The silence stretched, his fingers still brushing over his stubbled jaw as he thought it through. But the thought of having her all to himself, the idea of pushing this thing between them to the next level, the idea of making her his- really his- he couldn’t shake it. Finally, he dropped his hand and gave her a look that told her what she needed to know before he even said it. 

“It still stands.”

Y/N’s lips parted, her eyes flickering in relief. She nodded once, a small, sharp motion, “So, can I come in?”

Rafe stepped back, the door creaking as he swung it wider to allow her through. His hand lingered on the doorframe, just for a moment, before he released it. Y/N hesitated. She was standing there, staring at the threshold, as if her feet had rooted to the floor. She had no idea what she was walking into- no idea what would happen when she crossed that line but she needed to. 

She had to.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside, the door shutting behind them with a soft click.

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Ngl i love the idea of danny falling out of love with cultures after dying in the loa and instead being curious about how people are PeopleTM or just a mild obsession with human behavior patterns outside of psychology—one example being most cultures get an objectively Silly Hat/Headwear with Big Cultural Meaning.

And Dani, his clone, getting his old fixation with Culture, her adoring languages for how it shapes people and perceptions and her loving how people are people being mirrors to who he was in the league but less violent (her form destabilizing with combat is a personal HC of mine, so she is disabled by GZ standards where a part of ghost communication IS combat. Her fixation on earth (and later space cultures) being in part her able to fully participate in their basic communication standard is something i never see explored that far.

And Danny being combat capable but refusing to use league forms as his own form of rejecting them after dying? His ‘raccoon’ style as a trauma response and him falling in love with engineering and safety protocols while ignoring his own safety (as why does it matter? He died so many times already and no one noticed. No one cared. They forgot and ignored his deaths so why should he care about his safety when no one else will ) is great angst material and shows how the al Ghuls affected him.

Hell, Danny could have a tendency to listen to cult survivor podcasts at lunch with Sam as one of the reasons they ended up on each other’s radar in middle school and became friends in this au.

And Dani just. I love Danny seeing who he could have been in her while knowing she’s her own person and his treatment of her being healing for them both.

Damian and Jason making Danny a Grave of sorts? Alters his behavior as Someone Cares to Remember Him after dying. To acknowledge and honor it and his memory.

And him being a bit better at self care—for him using armor and safety protocols he ‘forgot’ applied to him? Him hesitating on visiting his own grave until another ghost sits his ass down, gets the memo he should visit and possible said ghost tearing other ghosts a new one as ‘multiple unacknowledged deaths for the apparent baby ghost, not an ancient.’ Would cause WavesTM in the GZ community that interacts with Danny the most.

Dani as a neverborn halfa just. Not getting the grave thing. Happy for Danny and visits with him and they get caught with Dani looking the age Danyal died at while Danyal is Damian’s age as halfas age and grow.

Dani acting achingly similar to League Danyal during the quiet moments before becoming a mischief monster and deciding Jason is Her Human Friend NowTM.

Meanwhile Danny/Danyal? Is touched and confused and has Big Ass Emotions over this. As does Damian who is also not telling Bruce about his apparent baby sister/niece as You Disrespect One Brother’s Death, I Refuse to Trust You With the Deathborn Mirror Of DanyalTM.

Just. Let them be a little weird family together. and let Jason as the Actual Magic User/AllBlades user, and Damian as a kid interested in magic… with his supernatural dead-and-not twin and deathborn sister-niece.

As that can be a fun combo if you let it ^^

In the Danny is Damian’s brother trope what if instead of Damian not telling the family about Danny wasn’t because of grief or shame or any of the more commonly used reasons for his silence. What if it was because he heard about how his father talked about Jason after his death, focusing and exaggerating the negative. That he was violent, angry, never listened to orders but in some iterations and popular fanon is that Jason was a cheerful and studious Robin.

What if while compiling info and researching the former robins during his tumultuous introduction he saw what kind of robin Jason was, good with kids and victims. Talking about his favorite books while on patrol and similar. Reminding Damian of his most Beloved brother.

Then he finds out about how Bruce talked about Jason after he died. Using him as an example as what not to do, erasing his good traits and just using him as a cautionary tale of what happens when you don’t follow orders. Just like what Ra’s said about Danny.

So he didn’t tell the family, not out of guilt or grief. But because his father stripped away Jason’s positive traits after death, the son he chose, adopted and loved. Who when he failed because he was a child led astray by his mother. What would he do to his brother, who loved the stars and excelled in stealth, who was quite in his kills but had no lust for killing.

Whether or not Bruce would do this to Danny’s memory doesn’t matter. B’s actions are gonna affect how Damian views his father even years after the initial actions. Because Damian will protect his brothers memory from being twisted even by their father.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Back Off!

Pairings: Dad!Lads x Afab!reader

Summary: a creep won’t leave you alone, time for your big body guard and small body guard to step in

Notes: masterlist \ part 2

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Sylus

The streets of N109 Zone pulsed with their usual chaotic energy, half-lit neon signs flickering above suspiciously quiet alleyways, the scent of smoke and street food blending into something uniquely dangerous. It was the kind of place where you kept your head down if you weren’t someone important. But Sylus? He was the boss here. The head of Onychinus. The name alone made people shut up and get out of his way.

Which was why walking around at night with Sylus and Elena—your five-year-old daughter, was exactly a casual family outing. Eyes followed you everywhere, but no one dared approach. Not when Sylus was around.

“Are you sure she’s not gonna tear into that thing?” you asked, watching Elena clutch a handful of Sylus’s coat as they walked ahead. whenever you took her out to eat ice cream, she ate so fast she would be complaining about a stomachache.

“She’ll be fine,” Sylus said, amused. He flicked a glance down at your daughter, who was practically vibrating with excitement. “Won’t you?”

“I’m gonna eat it slow,” Elena swore. But you knew that was a lie. Elena was many things, sharp, observant, stubborn as her father—but patient? Never.

You leaned against a bench outside a shop, deciding to let them handle the ice cream mission. The air was thick with the usual N109 energy—danger hidden under pleasantries. You were used to it by now. Used to the way people here either respected or feared you because of Sylus.

But apparently, not everyone in this city had a survival instinct.

“Didn’t expect to see someone like you sitting alone,” a voice drawled.

Your shoulders stiffened before you even looked.

Creep.

You turned your head slightly. Man in his late thirties, leather jacket, smug expression that made you want to break his teeth. He had the look of someone who thought he was important—probably one of the many wannabe gangsters in N109 who weren’t smart enough to realize who you were.

“Keep walking” you said, not bothering to be polite.

Instead of leaving, the idiot laughed. “Come on, no need to be like that. Just saying, a pretty thing like you sitting all alone in a city like this? That’s a bad idea.”

Your fingers twitched. Sylus would kill him. You didn’t even have to do anything—if this guy laid a single hand on you, Sylus would carve him into something unrecognizable before he had time to scream.

But before you could decide whether or not to send the guy off yourself, a small, familiar voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Hey, ugly.”

Both you and the creep froze.

Then, Elena stepped between you and the man, a little ball of rage wrapped in a pink jacket and a scowl that was all her father.

She wasn’t holding her ice cream anymore. Instead, she had her tiny fists clenched at her sides, Red eyes burning.

The guy actually laughed.

“What the hell—”

Elena kicked him in the shin. Hard.

“Ow—what the—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Elena reached into her pocket, pulled out a bottle of glitter and uncapped it before chucking it straight into his face.

The effect was instant.

“What the—gah! What the hell?!” The man stumbled back, frantically rubbing at his eyes, which were now full of sparkling, pink glitter.

You stared. Sylus’s daughter, alright.

“That’s what you get, idiot.” Elena spat, tiny hands still clenched into fists. “You don’t talk to my mama. You don’t even LOOK at my mama.”

The guy wasn’t listening, he was too busy trying to get glitter out of his eyes, coughing and cursing.

Elena didn’t care. She turned to you, face serious. “Mama, are you okay?”

You blinked, then slowly grinned.

“Oh, I’m great, sweetheart.”

Before you could say anything else, a shadow loomed behind you.

Sylus.

His red eyes flicked from you to the creep—who was still on the ground, wheezing and covered in glitter—then to Elena, who had crossed her arms and was looking at him expectantly, like she wanted him to finish the job.

Sylus exhaled through his nose, then crouched beside the groaning man.

“How about you crawl away before I let my daughter do worse?”

The man scrambled up, still half-blind, and ran.

Elena made a triumphant noise. “Hah. Loser.”

You laughed. Sylus just shook his head.

“She gets that from you,” he muttered.

“She gets it from you,” you shot back.

Elena stomped her foot. “I get it from ME.”

Sylus huffed out a laugh, ruffling her hair. Then he pulled something from his pocket.

A second ice cream cone. mint and chocolate flavored, Your child had such a uniquely bad taste, inherited from sylus dare you say.

Elena gasped. “You got me another one?!”

“You lost the first one defending your mother,” Sylus said. “That deserves a reward.”

Elena took it reverently, eyes shining. Then she grabbed Sylus’s coat and started dragging him forward.

“Come on! Let’s go before Mama finds another idiot to fight!”

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Caleb

The mall was bustling with activity, but it felt like the perfect escape for you and your little family. The sun was shining brightly outside, casting its warm glow into the large, open space of the shopping center. Noah, your five-year-old son, was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement as he pulled at your sleeve.

“Mom! Look! These are so cool!” Noah exclaimed, holding up a T-shirt with a picture of a superhero on it. His eyes were wide, and his grin was so full of joy, it made your heart swell. You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he got about even the smallest things.

“Let’s make sure you have enough clothes to last for the week first, buddy,” you said, guiding him over to the racks of shirts and pants, making sure they weren’t too small. Caleb, your husband and childhood best friend, was already a few steps ahead, scanning the store for something that might catch his eye. The way he moved through the store, quick and energetic, was such a contrast to how he was at home—patient, smiley, and filled with protective energy.

You and Caleb had been together for years, and now, as parents, your bond was stronger than ever. Caleb had always been the energetic, charming guy with an almost perpetual smile, but when it came to family, he was fiercely protective—especially of you and Noah.

“I’m going to grab some clothes for myself,” Caleb said with a wink as he turned toward the men’s section.

“Okay, but don’t take too long,” you replied, giving him a playful shove. He laughed and waved as he went off, leaving you with Noah to pick out his new clothes.

After about ten minutes of Noah trying on a couple of outfits—one of them a pair of bright yellow shorts that made you laugh—you decided it was time to go check the changing rooms.

“Noah, go ahead and try those on, honey. I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” you said as you walked him toward the changing rooms. You leaned against the wall next to the entrance, glancing around at the other shoppers while you waited.

You could hear Noah’s soft voice from inside, asking if the shirt he was trying on looked good. You smiled to yourself, knowing that it was probably his favorite part of shopping—getting to see his reflection in the mirrors and be proud of how grown-up he was becoming.

But then, your moment of peace was shattered.

A man, probably in his late thirties, appeared from the corner of your vision. He had an oily, creepy grin plastered across his face as he stepped closer, his eyes lingering a little too long on you.

You immediately felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“You look like you’re waiting for someone,” the man said, his voice too smooth, too casual.

You forced yourself to smile politely, though it felt fake. “I’m waiting for my son, actually,” you replied, keeping your tone calm.

The man didn’t seem to get the hint. He leaned in slightly, his breath smelling of too much cologne. “I’m sure your son’s adorable, but you look even better.” He chuckled, making you feel uncomfortable.

You took a small step back, hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone. But no such luck. Instead, he stepped closer again, his expression changing to one of false interest.

“So, how about we—”

Before he could finish the sentence, the changing room door slammed open with such force, it made everyone nearby turn.

There stood Noah—his eyes wide, his little chest puffed out, his arms folded across his body like a mini version of Caleb when he was standing up for his family.

“Hey!” Noah shouted, his voice loud and firm. “You leave my mom alone!”

The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by the sudden interruption. You couldn’t help but let out a relieved laugh.

“Noah, sweetheart, go inside, okay?” you called softly.

But Noah wasn’t done. “You hurt my mom, I’m telling my dad. And he’s really strong.” He lifted his chin, his five-year-old voice full of the authority he had definitely inherited from his dad.

The creep smirked. “Oh, yeah? And who’s your dad?” He leaned in too close, clearly not recognizing who he was dealing with.

But before you could respond, a familiar voice rang out from behind the man. “You better take a step back, pal.”

You turned to see Caleb standing there, his smile gone, replaced with that dangerous glint in his eyes that only came out when he was ready to protect his family.

The man froze. The entire atmosphere shifted. Caleb's mere presence seemed to make the creep realize who he was dealing with. Caleb’s reputation as a colonel in the farspace fleet military, a man whose name commanded respect and fear.

“Colonel, right?” the man muttered, his voice shaking as he took a step back. He must have recognized Caleb from his black uniform. Either way, he’d lost his bravado.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Caleb replied, his voice smooth, but the cold edge in it was undeniable. He took a few slow steps toward the man, causing him to flinch. “And if you ever come near my wife again, I will make sure you regret it.”

The man turned and started walking briskly toward the exit, all sense of confidence gone. Caleb watched him leave, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked, his expression softening as he came over to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you close.

You nodded, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. “I’m fine. Thank you, Noah,” you added, bending down to give your son a tight hug. “You’re my little hero, you know that?”

Noah beamed up at you, his smile growing even wider. “I’m just like Dad!” he said proudly. “I’ll protect you, Mama.”

Caleb chuckled, ruffling Noah’s hair before bending down to his level. “You’re more like your mom,” he teased gently, “but I’ll take that. You’re my little protector, huh?”

Noah puffed out his chest again. “I’m strong, just like you, Daddy.”

The proud moment melted into a laugh, the tension from earlier dissipating into nothing. You looked at Caleb, who gave you a reassuring smile before picking up a couple of shirts from the display table.

“Now,” Caleb said, with that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, “how about we get some ice cream to celebrate the fact that we’re all still alive? thanks to our superhero noah”

You chuckled, nodding. “Sounds good to me.”

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Rafayel

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sparkling waters of the private beach. It was one of those perfect afternoons—warm, serene, and untouched by the noise of the world. You, Rafayel, and your little girl, Seraphina, had come to the beach to enjoy the rare tranquility that only a private getaway could offer. The beach, a hidden paradise that sat just behind the villa Rafayel had bought years ago, was the perfect escape from his demanding career as a world-renowned artist.

Rafayel had always been dramatic, always joking around, making you laugh even when you were sure you had nothing to smile about. But that side of him was always reserved for you and Seraphina, the two people who knew him best. Outside of the family, though, he was a completely different person—aloof, and intimidating to most who tried to get close. But with you, his beautiful, vibrant wife, and their daughter, his playfulness knew no bounds.

Seraphina, at five years old, was the perfect mix of both of you. Her eyes sparkled pink and purple, appearance was an exact copy of rafayel's, while her attitude was half like yours. She had inherited many things from Rafayel—his mischievous smile, his artistic temperament, and most importantly, his lemurian merman heritage. The faintest trace of shimmering scales peeked out from beneath the hem of her swimsuit as she darted across the sand, kicking up water behind her.

Rafayel, ever the playful spirit, was already in water, splashing some on seraphina, his laughter light and carefree, as if he had no worries in the world. You watched them both, your heart full.

But, of course, that peace was destined to shatter.

“Mom, look!” Seraphina giggled, pointing at a large driftwood she had found, perfectly shaped like a mini boat. She was attempting to push it into the water, her small hands struggling with its weight.

“Good job, honey,” you said with a smile, nodding in approval. You were about to turn back toward Rafayel when you noticed a figure in the distance—a man walking alone along the shore.

You didn’t think much of it at first. The beach was private, after all. But as the man came closer, you felt a strange unease settle in your stomach. His steps were slow, and his gaze was fixed on you, too focused for comfort.

You tried to ignore the feeling, chalking it up to being overly cautious and pent up from work's stress, But when he got closer and his eyes lingered too long on you, and you instinctively stepped back.

“Hey,” the man called out, his voice low and grating. “You look like you could use some company.”

You forced a smile, tightening your grip on your towel. “I’m fine, thank you.”

But the man didn’t back off. Instead, he took another step forward, closer to you, as if testing your boundaries.

You quickly glanced over to Rafayel, who was still distracted by the waves, unaware of the interaction. Your eyes darted to Seraphina, who was too far away to notice anything amiss. This was your moment to de-escalate the situation.

“I’m really not interested,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “Please leave.”

The man’s grin widened. “Oh, I think you’ll change your mind.” He took another step forward, this time almost too close for comfort. His presence was almost suffocating now, his smile unsettling.

That was it.

Before you could even react, you heard a voice—sharp and clear—cut through the tension like a blade.

“Leave mama alone.”

The man turned toward the voice, startled, just as Seraphina appeared in front of you, hands on her hips, her small frame looking even more determined.

“What—”

Seraphina didn’t wait for him to finish. She raised her arms, her fingers curled as if preparing to cast a spell with her evol. In a moment of pure instinct, she summoned the water from the ocean, sending a wall of waves crashing toward the man with a force that sent him stumbling back into the sand. He sputtered, mouth agape, completely drenched, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“You heard my mom,” Seraphina said, her tone serious, matching Rafayel’s when he was displeased. “Leave.”

The man’s hands flew up in a panicked gesture, clearly shaken by the little girl’s unexpected power. He scrambled backward, tripping on the wet sand, and sprinted away without another word.

You stood there in stunned silence for a moment before letting out a breath of relief. Seraphina had always had a remarkable connection to the ocean, inherited from her father.

You kneeled down to her level, your heart swelling with pride. “Seraphina, you were amazing. Are you okay?”

She smiled brightly, her wide, innocent eyes gleaming. “I don’t like it when people are mean to my mom. I’ll always protect you, mama.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at the simplicity of her statement. Your little girl was so strong and so brave, just like her father.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rafayel finally turning toward you, having noticed the commotion. His eyes scanned the scene, and when they landed on Seraphina, standing there with her head held high and her chest puffed out, a big smile spread across his face.

“You did it again, little gululu” he said, walking over to you both. He lifted Seraphina into his arms, and she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. He kissed her cheek, the playful affection in his eyes mixing with a quiet pride.

“You’re my daughter, alright,” Rafayel teased, his voice light and warm despite the tension that had just passed. “You’re just like me" He smiled at you, his eyes softening.

“I don’t know whether I should be proud or worried.”

At that he let out a big teasing pout.

Seraphina wiggled between you both, demanding attention.

Rafayel laughed, holding her close as she nestled into his arms. “Yes, fishy, we will go in the water”

You smiled, looking out at the ocean, the waves continuing their eternal dance along the shore. For a moment, you let the world slip away, allowing yourself to relax in the embrace of your family. Nothing could touch you here—no matter who tried to cross the line.

splash!

With a playful toss, Rafayel sent Seraphina into the ocean, watching with a proud smile as his little fish learned to swim even better. He then followed her into the water, diving beneath the surface. Moments later, he emerged, his form now transformed—his body now stretched to an impressive twelve feet, the full Lemurian form he’d inherited from his ancestors.

[f1daydreamer]

What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship

Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)

Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:

•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.

•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.

•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.

•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)

•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.

•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”

•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)

•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.

•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.

•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”

•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”

•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”

•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”

•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.

•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”

•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”

The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”

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(Also… confession time. 👀)

These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆

They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.

Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥

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[songbirdseung]

𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀  𝑩𝑶𝒀  /  𝑺𝑰𝑴  𝑱𝑨𝑬𝒀𝑼𝑵

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

Everyone kind of saw your boyfriend, Jake, as the babygirl in the relationship; the one to be spoiled, taken care of, and loved on constantly. And to be fair, they weren’t exactly wrong. He was your baby. The one you’d drop everything for, the one you’d die for. You’d do anything to make him happy, and he knew it, taking full advantage with those wide, pleading eyes and that cheeky grin that could get him anything he wanted.

But what people didn’t see was the way the roles would sometimes reverse.

Because there were moments, many moments, actually, where Jake completely flipped the script. He wasn’t always the clingy, whiny, spoiled one. No, there were times when he’d turn it all the way around, going above and beyond to baby you instead, never letting you lift a single finger, doting on you as if you were royalty. And when you finally sat him down, hands holding his face as you begged him to just relax and stop doing so much for you?

He never listened.

"Jakey, seriously-"

“Mm-mm.” He’d shake his head, placing a finger against your lips with a playful smirk. "You take care of me all the time, babe. Let me do this for you, okay?"

And you couldn’t even argue because every single time, those puppy eyes would come out, that signature pout curving on his lips, and you folded like a house of cards. The moment you gave in, that innocent pout would shift into a triumphant smirk, and before you knew it, he’d be dragging you along somewhere, his next surprise already planned.

It was the little things, too. The way he could take the most mundane moments and make them feel like a fairytale, the way he never let you sit in boredom for too long, always finding ways to entertain you. Whether that meant teasing you endlessly, poking at your sides just to hear you squeal, or pulling you into his lap and demanding your attention because he was your boyfriend and you were legally obligated to adore him 24/7.

Sure, Jake was your babygirl. But more often than not, he was also the one making sure you had everything you needed, never letting you go without, proving that underneath all his teasing and clinginess was a boyfriend who would literally carry the weight of the world if it meant making your life easier.

Like right now.

“Sim Jaeyun, just come back for the rest,” you called, watching in amusement as he hauled every single grocery bag from the trunk, arms flexing under the weight as he refused to do a second trip.

"Shut up and just open the front door, woman," he shot back, jaw clenched as he balanced a watermelon on his hip like it was a toddler.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you stepped aside and let him inside. He really was something else. The perfect balance between boyfriend and best friend. The type to poke fun at you at every given opportunity, but also the type to kiss away your pout before you could even think of being mad at him.

And it was little things like that that made your heart swell.

Like when he’d text you while out, giving you barely five seconds to respond before fake-threatening to leave you empty-handed.

"hey dummy, i’m coming home soon, need anything?" "reply now or i’m leaving the store." "fine. ignore your loving boyfriend who just wanted to do something nice for you."

And yet, even when you did ignore his texts, he always came home with something anyway. A snack you’d been craving, a new hoodie he saw and just knew you’d love, or even a single flower, just because he felt like getting you one.

And when he placed it all in front of you, arms crossed, lips forming that exaggerated frown, demanding an apology in the form of babying him back?

Yeah, you’d just roll your eyes and pull him into your arms, rubbing his back like a child as you cooed, "My poor, neglected Jakey. How ever will you survive without my attention?"

And the second you started babying him? That pout disappeared, his smirk returning, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face into your neck.

Yeah, you spoiled him.

But, God, did he spoil you right back.

[sokkawordbender]

First of all, I would like to address the tags you put in your repost, feminism does not equate to anti religion specially anti Islam. Get that thing straight or seek a dictionary or perhaps a history book so you would know feminism arise from western part of the world where by the way Christianity has more roots than any other religion. And speaking of which, those men are not even qualified to be called Christians considering the amount of misdeed they have conducted according to their holy book. Same for mispracticing Muslims.

Now moving on to your elaborate speech.

Okay! So finally the stupid month of Ramadan has ended

Why wait? Should have just said in the month. That was cowardice. If you were brave enough to act out against the act of fasting when its Ramadan, You should be brave enough to speak about it when its Ramadan.

and i would love to share my experience of this month.

What experience? Clearly you learned nothing. All you did was sit there and made sure others were disturbed by your actions enough to ignore you and seclude in the safety of their rooms.

While my entire family was fasting, i happily ate my food all day and that too in front of everyone in the living room (Usually i eat my food in my bedroom but this time i intentionally didn’t).

Which is disrespectful, first and foremost. Since you are acting like a two year child who is deliberately acting out and rubbing in someone's face that they can't eat food and that you can eat and possibly get to have candy! Congrats on your whimsical victory I guess. The only thing this is proving is pettiness and not having basic sense of humanity and respecting other's boundaries. Did one of those Muslims or Hindus whoever that was fasting preached or forced you to keep a fast with them? If you're not fasting that's your choice and if they are fasting that's their choice. Clearly, given by the anecdotes of your behavior of acting out and lack of respect for others, you would totally freak out and play the victim that your were forced. Once again, you are claiming to be feminist, but lack the basic respect of being so. Feminism was never about demeaning other's practices for channeling hatred towards anyone's faith, rather it was about gaining equality. Sadly, it seems to have lost its meaning with people like you using it for rage baiting against religion.

Not only that, i also often played music on TV and would dance celebrating my freedom instead of wasting my precious energy cooking and cleaning for hungry, tired and sweating men.

Once again, if you want to listen you can. You do know that the people who are fasting possibly don't even give a dime about it? I hardly doubt anyone was even offended by your misconduct. That's what fasting was for, according to Islam; steadfastness and building endurance. And if you had actually read about it (from the' novel' you called it) instead of ranting it out against Muslims and men around you, you would actually know and not from filtered media that was fed to you. No matter how much you try to insinuate that you have done so well trying to disrespect people who didn't possibly irritate you or do something that would sure to annoy you, I don't see why they are getting the opposite treatment from you? I am always surprise to see people who think they can say and do whatever they want to others without accounting the fact this might happen to them too.

You wanted applause for your effort for annoying them for practicing their faith? So you came on tumblr and wrote something that would get you approval???

‎If anybody in my family felt hungry watching me eating or felt disturbed by anything i'd do which is prohibited for them to do during this month, they would go inside their rooms and spend the whole day there reading allah's novel AS THEY SHOULD because it’s not like they have anything else to do.

Wow, good job! Bravo you made them do good deeds when they could have argued or shown rebuttal against you. But oh my God! You guided them to follow their teachings of religion by ignoring your provocations and not collect sins by returning you with what you gave them.

Once again, doing it in their face must have felt so nice, 2 minutes of satisfaction, for sure, must have made you to feel a sense of greatness and superiority. How wonderful, not everyone is able to reach that level of humanity.

Also, if you were even a bit more knowledgeable I would have considered your claim. But calling it Allah's novel and not even knowing the actual name and ridiculing it just proves the lack of knowledge on the matter. Know your opponents at least before going out against them. Otherwise you are no different than an armless and unskilled fool of a soldier.

That’s the most respectful thing muslims should do for non-muslims and for themselves as well; go and hide in the closet or inside your burka 🥷

Well you should be respectful as well in the first place, considering you are just evidentially quoting that they respect you by leaving you alone with your antics of disrespect. I doubt they even register you as a matter of concern at all. Your childish tantrums would most likely not even bother them that's why they probably just move to their rooms or just ignore you. I can't believe that you actually sat there and spent time on doing something so ridiculous and meaningless, which instead you could have been spending in something productive. Im just processing the fact that you spent you time to just sit and made life difficult for other and probably would have liked it if the same gesture was returned to you. Not only you made your self look like a disrespectful fool but also a terrible human who has no sense of humanity and boundaries.

because why the fuck would we normal people change our daily routines or be careful not to eat something in front of a fasting moron?? It’s you muslims who should not disturb others enjoying their lives just because you can’t.

Nobody asked you to change your routine? Did they tell you to fast with them? Did they tell you not to eat? Did they tell you to pray? Or did they forbid you from eating? You can enjoy your life without purposefully disturbing others. I know many Muslims and Hindus as well who silently do their prayers and fasting and they don't impose on others. I have never seen anyone forcing a non Muslim to do. Never have I ever seen a muslim or hindu be offended by someone eating infront of them and even Deliberately eating in front of them, because they don't care at all. Its your social misbehavior that they are rather concerned of that you don't even have intellect to recognize. Just the act of their prayer or fasting offends you? Aw poor baby... Doesn't know how to swallow up their pride and what was that said ...Ah yes... not disturb others enjoying their lives just because you can’t.

Fasting is the most weirdest thing anyone can do; regardless of whether it’s a hindu woman doing it for her husband’s long life or a muslim

Again, its their religion and their acts of rituals. They are not forcing on you, there is no need for you to making them stop doing it. You don't get to speak for them by disrespecting them.

If you find it weird, you can. Just like they find you behavior of lack of respect for others weird.

doing it for some invisible god because he told you to feel the hardship of poor people.

Perhaps there is a lesson for you to learn from it. You should understand hardships of other people so that you may gain some empathy and not mix it up with feminism and make ridiculous posts about it.

I think your illiterate god doesn’t know that fasting is not something women should be doing.

Then why don't you be literate and leave people be or having basic decency of not ridiculing them? Clearly their God taught them not to reply to people ridiculing them. So how are you better compared to that? If anything you proved yourself to be worse.

It’s not good for our wellbeing, and especially on our periods women need to eat more, rest more and not work at all.

Good, agreed. Because once again nobody is forcing you to. As for others, just like you think you are in charge of knowing what's beat for you, I think others are pretty much capable of this ability as well. I have not seen a woman on period being prevented to eat. Go and eat if you want to eat without being a nuisance and crying about it. I'm also a woman and this is ridiculous. What is this some food curfew? I think we are 21st century women, we don't need permission to eat and certainly we don't need to rub it in anyone's face that we are better than others. That is highest form of arrogance no different from a mentality of a shrewd and narcissist man.

Go and do your research on female body instead of brainwashing yourself with islamic propaganda articles.

The most brainwashing that has ever been done without people even know is by media and news. You follow every trend you see and try to be 'up to date'. Why don't you do proper research about Islamic propaganda yourself and actually do your homework then come talk to me because I'll be here to counter argue you. Clearly, you haven't been know to the fact that everything on social media is not true. And it is twisted up from the perspective of the person who is post is posting. The fact that media and news is believed without checking facts, even in this era, it amazes me and disappoints me all the same. You believe Muslims to be your easy target of hatred(considering the fact that you said that they did nothing against your hate crime against them so you think it is okay for you to continue doing it) because you have seen on media and whatnot, but in reality none has cause you harm. As a matter of fact you yourself have said that they have left you alone even when you disrespected them and tried to provoke them without a cause. I'm speaking this for all my Muslim, Hindu and Christian friends who are falsely being accused of committing the act being the hated by just praying and fasting. Seriously, how much would the act of them prating and fasting by themselves could have offended you that you did not even bother to show basic decency?

instead of brainwashing yourself with islamic propaganda articles.

Yes please do that, because you are the one wasting time on reading it and believing it. With the logic you provided, aren't you the one spreading propaganda here. Speaking nonsense and making sole purpose of your life making life difficult for others without even TRYING to understand what they do and why they do it?

Men should get up and prepare food for the entire family and clean up after everyone so the women can rest. It doesn’t matter if he’s a labour worker or a military man who almost faced death lol.

Which by the way many do irrespective of religion. Any man who has basic manners and respects others do that. You cant just generalize every men in the same group. Just like you wouldn't like all women to be generalized. Wasn't that what feminism was for? To not be categorized under the umbrella of dumb tiny brain gender who is not capable of making decision and are only good at doing what they have been told to . guess what , you are doing the same thing. Nothing has changed. You are believing and doing what you have been fed through media and doin what you have been told to; spread hatred towards Muslim or any other religious group with actually trying to understand the person. Religion is not related to their biased opinions on misogyny. Sexism is not just towards women, it can be towards men as well. And considering you are generalizing all men in this category, aren't you the one who is being sexist? How are you any different?.

He should do all the housework as well

Considering the fact that, if the woman is also a breadwinner in the house then, yes, the man should be contributing to household chores. Ain't no reward for him for that. But if he is the only breadwinner that is unfair and in noway i am implying that the man should force on women on that basis. Similarly for the opposite case as well. However, I strongly believe that every man and woman should know and do their own chores and be accountable for at least their own being. There is no excuse for them to not do their dishes or laundry or whatever just because the have their partner at convenience to do it for them and gender biasing the task. This is gas lighting and low.

because men’s only purpose is to serve women.

No, it is not and neither is vice versa. No one is made to serve others. Everyone deserves self respect and imposing such an idea of servitude makes you no better than the ones that you are speaking against. Acts of serving others in need comes from kindness and empathy for others. If you are heartless you can't feel it and imply such excuses, be it a man or woman. And of course exploiting the kindness of others, so they would do more work for you is plain disgusting. It is not okay for a man neither a woman to do it.

The fact that i don’t get to see that in muslim families is very sad and concerning.

Because you don't want to see. You are only seeing the negativity that you have created in your mind about Muslims. I live with lots of different religious people. And the fact that I see them without biasness helps me know about them better. You are not even considering the fact that maybe you are unable to see it because you disrespect them by ridiculing them and doing something that would for sure be guaranteed to provoke them. They ignore you because they know what you are up to. If you had not acted out and deliberately made fun of their fasting/prayers/book and attire you would actually see more than physical aspects; you would see the things that you are questioning here. Specially questioning attire is so low. I would say if any Muslim woman question your bikini or shorts, because according to their teachings nudity is sin, what would you have done? You would have ranted on social media and shouted out for being denied rights. Would they impose that you are being fooled to wear bikini in front of these men producers and audience by deciding it for you that it liberates you and you can do whatever you want? Well so can Muslim women wear their burka how they want. The fact this is said without realizing the hypocrisy of the notion is amazing.

Islam has turned the natural course of life, matriarchy, upside down so it’s time we eliminate this cult of a religion from this world along with other religions so women can live freely in a matriarchal society.

Matriarchal society??? I can't believe the mirage you live in. The fact that feminism spread far and wide in 18 and 19 century and encouraged women to standup for them selves prices the fact that they were living in a patriarchal society (western). Because in eastern part of the world it arrived much later.

Men had been dominant and privileged since forever. To understand patriarchy, we must first explore its historical origins. Patriarchy is a social construct where men predominantly wield power, and it has existed for centuries, dating back to the agricultural revolution. Here I list you from the pages of history:

As early as when nomadic hunter-gatherer societies settled agricultural communities marked the beginning of patriarchal systems. In agrarian societies, land ownership and surplus food production became central to power and wealth. Consequently, men, who typically performed physically demanding tasks, such as plowing and hunting, gained a dominant position. This newfound control over resources led to the subjugation of women, who were often relegated to domestic roles, deemed less valuable in the eyes of society.  

Patriarchy’s influence extends across many aspects of modern life, contributing to disparities in education, employment opportunities, and income between genders. It also plays a role in normalizing gender-based violence and control over women’s reproductive rights.  

The media and popular culture often reinforce patriarchal norms by perpetuating gender stereotypes and objectification. I don't think media is hands of a Muslim though??? I wonder who approves and pots stuff out there for us to see and feed on?. Not to mention the exploitation and raping of female and children in filming and music industry is insane. Where is the religion in that? Its the nature of certain type of men who have gathered weather it be holly wood, Bollywood of k pop whatever, they do these immoral acts and stand at top under the guise of colorful media. The patriarchy is is still roots deep.

In agrarian societies, land ownership and surplus food production became central to power and wealth. Consequently, men, who typically performed physically demanding tasks, such as plowing and hunting, gained a dominant position. This newfound control over resources led to the subjugation of women, who were often relegated to domestic roles, deemed less valuable in the eyes of society.  Consequently, women were often relegated and subjected to societal norms that limited their opportunities and autonomy. The enduring impact of patriarchy continues to shape gender dynamics, perpetuating gender inequality and reinforcing harmful stereotypes, ultimately hindering progress toward gender equality. 

According to author Angela Saini “The first clear signs of women being treated categorically differently from men appear much later, in the first states in ancient Mesopotamia, the historical region around the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in what is now Iraq, Syria and Turkey. Around 5,000 years ago, administrative tablets from the Sumerian city of Uruk in southern Mesopotamia show those in charge taking great pains to draw up detailed lists of population and resources.” 

In Chinese, patriarchy runs deep. Not just Chinese, Korean, Japanese and many other similar cultures as well. In fact most of their language is very misogynistic. Lots of concubines, wives and whatnot had been the norm and women have been considered as property. Quick reference: https://youtu.be/QhUYHp1N3Gk?si=3NXZ6QhbhdMKja2b . for understanding the still existing misogyny in Chinese. There are many books as well to do your research.

The concept of patriarchy, with men holding authority over women and children, has roots in ancient societies and religious texts, including the Old Testament and early Christian thinking. Considering that most of west in christian in faith, I wonder what that has to say about it.

Medieval England was a patriarchal society, where women's lives were heavily influenced by beliefs about gender and authority, with men holding economic and legal control over their wives. Lets not even talk about pre world war era. Where women didn't even had right to education and vote. Also, the monarchy system. Well itself explanatory.

There are many others history references I can give you that dates back to before even Islam came around 1400 years ago. The fact that you are generalizing a group of people based on biasness and not wanting to actually think about it is a sign of ignorance and trying so hard to be "know it all" about people.

If you you don't want to fast, Don't. No one is forcing and neither should you force others not to fast. Get a life, find productive things to do rather than teasing others of their prayers.

‎🌙 Eid Mubarak! ✨🥰

Keep the pretentiousness yourself. You can't wish eid to anyone after saying that 'stupid' Ramadan ended and teasing them while they were fasting as if you did nothing to make it difficult for them. Adding a happy face with hearts is not going to change who you are. As you cared in the first place. This is documentation of your hypocrisy.

So once again we are in the month of Ramadan where girls and women in muslim families would be starving for the whole day while also cooking so much food for the whole family to eat in iftar, cleaning the entire house for unexpected guests, not allowed to fast during menstruation but also still can’t eat anything because men of the family shouldn’t know she’s on her periods nor can she take rest because she still has to do the cooking, washing loads of dishes after the entire family is done with the iftar and then also cooking dinner. Meanwhile men would sleep for the entire day, would go to mosque just one or two times to pray and then come back and lie on their bed again while watching TV , and then later complain about the food not being cooked properly like the shameless filths they are. Even if a man would stand up and help his female family members in the kitchen, muslim women would praise him like he deserves a noble peace prize for that.

I am glad i stopped fasting in ramadan months a long time ago. I am happily eating my food and drinking water and not doing anything for anyone. I don’t give a shit if any one of these fasting morons feel hungry or thirsty while watching me enjoying my food.

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

Late Night Talking

Bout’ anything you want until the morning

Summary: You and Spencer stay up till sunrise talking about anything and everything, and the both of you suffer the consequences with the teams teasing…

A/N: songs are really my inspiration atm, also can be read as any season Spencer. Xoxox

BYR(b4 u Reid): BAU!Reader, light teasing, fluff

You’re curled on his couch, your feet tucked beneath you, and half empty glasses of wine that had been forgotten about hours ago nearby.

Spencer sits next to you, just a little too close but you don’t mind it. His arm lays resting on the back of the couch occasionally his soft fingers touching you lightly without him even realizing but you don’t mind again because it’s comforting, and because it’s him.

“I don’t know, I still think the whole concept of time is ridiculous.” You say, half grinning. “Who decided we needed minutes and hours anyway?”

Spencer’s eyes light up, the way they always do when a debate begins. “Well, the Babylonians first divided the day into twenty-four hours, based on their sexagesimal system. And technically, is a human construct, but it’s a necessary one.”

You scoff, leaning just a little bit closer. “Necessary for what? Stress? Deadlines?”

“Or catching serial killers.” He says, arching an eyebrow.

“I guess.”

The warmth of his smile lingers, and for a moment neither of you speak, both lost in each other.

It was a soft charged stillness, the kind that makes your heart beat a little faster. It’s also not the first time the air between you two has been like this, but it is the first time neither of you have pulled away.

Instead of acknowledging it, Spencer breaks the silence with a grin. “What’s something entirely useless that you know?”

You grin back, ready. “Octopuses have three hearts, and their blood is blue because it contains copper instead of Iron.”

His laugh is soft and genuine, your chest feels a little tighter hearing the sounds leave his mouth. “That’s fascinating.”

“And that sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart.” You continued.

Spencer blinks. “Wow, that’s…that’s actually pretty adorable.”

“Right? Imagine just two little otters floating around holding hands.” You demonstrate grabbing onto his hand, locking them together. “Just like this.” You say, the both of you smiling at your interlaced hands.

“Honestly, I think I could stay up all night listening to you.” He murmurs, his voice softer. It hangs in the air like a confession. Your cheeks flush.

“Good. Because I’m not tired yet.”

And just like that, the night stretches on. You talk about everything and nothing.

Favorite books, embarrassing stories, the most ridiculous statistics he can pull from memory.

Every so often, you catch the way Spencer’s gaze flickers to your lips, or the way his knee rests against yours. The teasing grows bolder, and the laughter louder.

“Hmm, are you flirting with me Dr. Reid?” You call him out, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Statistically speaking.” He replies, his smile downright mischievous. “There’s a high probability that I am.”

You laugh, but you don’t deny how much you like the way he’s looking at you.

And then, before you realize it, the soft hue of the sun rising seeps through the windows. Spencer glances at the clock on the wall.

His eyes widen “oh no.”

“What?”

“It’s six.” He says, your stomach drops. “Six?! Oh my god, we’re supposed to be at work in two hours.”

“Two hours and thirty minutes.” Spencer corrects, his voice is filled with panic but also amusement as he teases you.

You get up from the couch, grabbing your shoes with a curse. “I can’t believe we actually stayed up all night.” You say shaking your head with a small laugh

Spencer stands up too, running his hand through his messy hair, somehow that makes him more attractive. “Me neither.” He admits.

He walks you to the door, and you quickly slip on your coat. “Thank you, Spencer. This was fun.” you smile

He smiles back, the corners of his mouth curving upward in that shy, boyish way. “Yeah, it was.” Then, after a brief pause, he adds. “Can I walk you to your car?”

“As much as I’d love that, I think you should start getting ready.” You say gently, nodding toward the clock. “It’ll only take a couple minutes.” He insists.

“It’s alright, I got it.” You assure him with a small smile. His eyes search yours, like he wants to say something more, but he only nods.

“Bye Spence. See you in a bit.”

“Bye y/n.”

Neither of you move right away. The silence hangs between you, comfortable but also heavy, like something unspoken is lingering in the air. After a moment you give him a small wave and turn toward the door. Spencer watches as you disappear down the hall, the echo of your footsteps fading.

As the door closes, he finds himself smiling because talking to you all night felt like the easiest thing in the world.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

By the time you sit in your chair at your desk, coffee in hand and sleep deprivation weighing heavily on you, it’s clear you’re not the only one suffering.

Spencer drags himself in, his hair slightly damp, his tie just a little crooked.

“Pretty boy.” Derek drawls, grinning as he approaches Spencer. “Late night?”

“Not really.” Spencer replies too quickly, clearing his throat. “I, uh, just lost track of time.”

Derek’s grin widens. “Lost track of time? What were you doing? Reading quantum physics journals under the covers with a flashlight?”

“Something like that.” Spencer mutters, already regretting every decision that led him here.

Meanwhile, across the bullpen not to far from the guys, you’re not doing any better. Emily and JJ found you quickly and are now being relentless.

“You look like you’ve barely slept.” Emily remarks, eyeing you. “Rough night?”

JJ smirks. “Or was it a good night?”

“Guys.” You groan, sinking into your chair. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Definitely not like that.”

Before you could even attempt to change the subject, Penelope joins. “I have a theory.” She says with a grin plastered on her face.

You brace yourself. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” She continues. “Two of my favorite nerds, who just so happen to look like they’ve been hit by the sleep deprivation express waltz in all disheveled and miserable. And yet…” she pauses for effect. “You both were fine yesterday. Did you guys have a hangout without us?”

JJ perks up. “So neither of you got any sleep?”

“Funny coincidence.” Emily muses, shooting you a pointed look. “Were you guys…together?”

Penelope’s eyes widen. “Did you guys-”

“No!” You and Spencer both exclaim in unison, far too loud to sound convincing.

You could feel the heat crawling up your neck as Derek bursts into laughter. “Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“I mean.” Emily grins. “We are profilers.”

“Yeah, and I’m profiling a whole lot of guilt right now.” JJ adds, her arms crossed.

Spencer, who is now a permanent shade of pink attempts a weak defense. “Well maybe you guys should rethink your position because we were just talking.”

Derek snorts. “Right.”

“Yes, talking.” You glare. “You know, people do that sometimes.”

“All night?”

“With no sleep?”

Before you or Spencer can defend yourself, Hotch’s voice cuts through the room. “As long as you both are awake enough to do your jobs, I and the rest of the team shouldn't care what you both were doing last night.”

The girls giggle, Derek shakes his head, clearly savoring every moment, and Rossi who had been silently observing from the sidelines, lets out a low chuckle.

“Young love.” He mutters under his breath, not trying to hide his amusement either.

“Not helping.” You glare.

But as the laughter lingers, you sneak a glance at Spencer. He’s already looking at you, lips twitching in that barely-there smile of his. And despite the embarrassment and exhaustion, you can’t help but smile back.

Because truthfully, you wouldn’t trade last night for anything. . .

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[fat-packer]

I want to promise you a ride home from a party I met you at just to fuck you while you’re passed out drunk. I still take you home, wake you up, even escort you to bed and you have no idea.

Now I know where you live. Over the next few weeks I become obsessed with you. You’re just so hot and your hole felt so good. I keep going back to your house, watching you, stroking my cock to you. I follow you around. I find out your favorite things and get them to keep in my basement.

Eventually your enclosure is ready and you go to another party. I act like I’m there coincidentally and offer you a ride home again. Except this time when you’re passed out I change course and drive to your new home instead.

When you wake up you’re naked tied to the bed while I sit next to you and touch you. You panic and I tell you to relax. I promise you an easy life of no work and everything you need. You’ll only have 1 responsibility and all you need to do is lie there. You don’t listen to me, you struggle against your chains. I change positions to get between your legs and line up my cock with the entrance of your hole. I tell you softly that you’ll learn to love it before I shove it in.

[melanchoire]

teacher!reader calling mom!sakura because her kid isn’t doing well in her class, so she offers reader giving her kid some tutoring lessons at home, with doubt accepts, everything goes well and even the two women became friends, they are not very far from age, until one day kkura calls her to help her kid when in reality she was alone and ofc things happen

(if you can put tit play, oral and scissoring i will be blessed)

cw: nipple play titsucking, scissoring.

being a single mother is a more than difficult task for sakura because she has to take care of her little one and simultaneously work to be able to have money and and be able to live with comforts, even if they are very basic, because her salary does not allow them great expensive luxuries but they can cover basic needs and and from time to time treat himself to something really expensive… sakura has to take her son to school early in the morning and almost immediately go practically at full speed to work to avoid being late, returning home in the afternoon because she always manages to arrange for a friend or her mother to babysit her child to avoid her spending money she doesn’t have on a babysitter 🥺 sakura does her best to raise and care for her little one and give him everything she can even when it seems out of reach :( she just wants to give him all the happiness in the world even if it costs her own

but being focused on providing comfort and bringing money home means that sakura is not fully aware of how her son is doing in school, just noticing this when she receives an email from her teacher telling her that she needs to talk to her about her son and the child will carry the notification about the teacher–mother meeting in his school notebook. at first sakura thinks it’s because her son is misbehaving and bothering his classmates, but when her own baby tells her it’s because he has low grades with clear shame on her face, sakura feels embarrassed for not paying attention to her own son 😓

thank goodness sakura meets a sweet and understanding teacher instead of an old men who throws things in her face and blames her for everything 🥲 sakura is more than charmed by you because the whole time she is talking about being a single mother and only having one child you’re listening to her attentively and seeming to fully understand the situation without even giving the hint of judging her or anything like that… even when you tell her that you can tutor her son in the afternoon and even looking after him until she returns from work so she can work in peace is a great relief for her nerves, but she is quick to deny it because she doesn’t have enough money to pay for extra classes and pay you to babysit her son! but she almost cries when you tell her that there is no need for an allowance because you do all this to give the best future and education to little miyawaki :(

and sakura doesn’t know how to thank you because you don't accept even a little money or anything in return, so whenever you’re in the living room tutoring her son and helping him with his homework, she is locked in the kitchen focused on cooking snacks and making drinks for you two 💕 sakura always leaving a cup of coffee along with some bills or something baked in front of you, smiling unconsciously when you say “thank you” and give her an honest and bright smile

but she develops a crush on you because you care so much about her son and are focused on giving him everything possible touches her heart and makes her happier than ever before ☺️ sakura feels super happy when you treat her child like he is yours too…

and one day she wants to finally make a move on you, but not knowing how to properly approach you, she chooses to call you on a weekend and tell you that her son needs help with a math assignment, when her little one is spending the weekend at his grandparents’ house...

at first she tells you that her son is at a friend’s house and will be home soon, so she offers you to sit on the couch while you two wait for his “arrival” when she knows very well that won’t happen 💕

sakura ends up finding a way for you two to talk like lifelong friends, all thanks to her offering you a drink of wine to relax because she knows that your job as a toddler teacher is stressful because kids tend to be a bit irritating, and she knows that you need to relax even if it’s just a little bit, very thoughtful of her <33

but you two end up feeling a bit tipsy and that leads to you suddenly stopping talking, staring into each other’s eyes in silence and looking a bit lost, only for her to practically throw herself at you seconds later and kiss you like she is starving 😇 of course you accept because you were also somewhat attracted to her! always adoring and admiring her great efforts as a single mother who works and sacrifices everything she has to provide the best life for her son, regardless of the obstacles along the way

lazy drunk sex with sakura>>>. wrinkled clothes were discarded on the floor, grinding your pussy against hers while you can only focus on kissing like it’s the last time youl will ever do it but you’re both kind of intoxicated that it ends up being lazy and messy 😵 and sakura underneath you, squirming and whimpering as she feels your clit rub so satisfyingly against hers, wanting to move her hips against yours and try to take control but she is so tired she can barely open her eyes 🥺 for your part, you just tell her, “nu–uh, lie down there. you already make a lot of effort every day for your son, it’s time for someone to take care of you.” and lowering your head to start playing with her tits while you continue grinding against her... sakura can only moan as she feels your mouth close around one of her nipples, her hands going to your hair and massaging your scalp as she pushes your face against her chest, closing her eyes and letting her head fall onto the soft cushions of the couch as she feels how well you’re fucking her, carefree because today is the day where she stops worrying about others and in the end it’s all about her

[brklynbxby]

Nate’s father was the first to sit. A slow inhale, measured and heavy, as if he were weighing each of her words against the months of pain they had witnessed their son endure. His eyes, though kind, carried a weariness that cut deeper than outright anger. His fingers drummed idly against the table’s surface, a silent metronome to the storm raging between them. Nate's mother, however, was a statue of rigid disbelief, her features carved from something sharper than stone. Her lips parted, but for a moment, no sound emerged—only the sharp intake of breath, as though she were swallowing down words too venomous to release. Then, finally, she spoke, her voice laced with something colder than fury. "You have some nerve, girl. You think a few words of regret can stitch together wounds that have been bleeding for the past four months?" Her accent curled around each syllable, making them heavier, sharper. Her gaze, dark and piercing, did not waver as she bore into Harmony like she could strip her down to the marrow, peeling away any illusion, any pretence. "You left him. Shattered him even. And now, you expect us to welcome you with open arms?"

Nate exhaled through his nose, the muscle in his jaw tightening as he resisted the urge to react. Instead, his hand found Harmony’s beneath the table, his thumb tracing quiet, steady circles against her skin. "Mama, please," he said, his voice a thread pulled taut between exhaustion and conviction. "I know you’re angry. I get it. I was angry too, there’s still parts of me that are to this very day. I know you don’t trust her. And I don’t expect that to change overnight." He looked between them, his father unreadable, his mother still seething, her hands balled into fists against the tablecloth. "But I made my choice. I love her. I love her so much, she is my future. And whether you like it or not, she’s the mother of your grandson." His mother’s breath hitched, though she had clocked the bump in her dress, the reality of his words slamming into her like a wave against unsteady rock. Her gaze flickered, for just a second, toward the undeniable curve of Harmony’s stomach—proof of a future she had never prepared herself to accept.

Nate’s father finally spoke, his voice quieter, but no less firm. "Love is not just a feeling, Nathaniel. It is a responsibility. It is trust rebuilt, day by day, brick by brick." He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face, before finally meeting Harmony’s gaze. "You say this is real. That you love him. But how are we to believe that you are not going to break his heart all over again and we are the ones that will have to come pick up the pieces again. Do you honestly believe it's right to bring a child into this world when you aren't even committed to each other through marriage? And after everything that's happened?" His mother let out a slow breath, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes before she turned away, silent. And in the quiet that followed, it was clear—this battle was far from won. But at least, for now, the war had not been lost. “Listen. I’ve made my decision, I’m giving her a second chance and all I’m asking is for you to try do the same. If not for Harmony, for your first grandchild. Pops… your grandson” while all of this was spoken, Nate kept his hand on her thigh.

Harmony's eyes stayed shut for a moment, the car's engine rumbling to a stop, and the reality of what was about to happen began to sink in. We’re here. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wasn’t ready. Her stomach twisted with nerves, and she felt the weight of everything pressing down on her. The dread was almost suffocating. Nate's hand on hers was the only thing keeping her grounded as he helped her out of the car. She placed one hand on her belly, a subconscious gesture, and let him guide her inside. She kept her breathing steady, her other hand tightly holding onto Nate’s. When they reached the entrance, she saw them immediately. His parents. Tall, poised, beautiful. His father looked warm but distant, and his mother... well, she looked like the image of elegance and grace, but her sharp eyes caught Harmony’s the moment they entered.

She froze, unable to speak at first. She hadn’t prepared for this. She didn’t know what to say. And then it hit her—the realization that Nate hadn’t told them she was coming. They hadn’t been expecting her at all. And they definitely didn’t know she was pregnant. Harmony’s heart sank deep into her chest. The discomfort in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken tension. She couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, like everything she was—the past, her mistakes, and her presence—was now laid bare in front of them. Before she could get a word out, his mother’s sharp voice cut through the thick silence, and her words stung like a slap. The weight of her gaze sent a shiver down Harmony's spine. She could see the disapproval, the disbelief in her eyes. And when she glanced down at Harmony's pregnant belly, it was like she had been struck by a revelation she wasn't ready to accept. The disapproval in her eyes turned to something darker, more biting. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks," Harmony finally found her voice, though it came out soft, fragile. She let Nate help her sit, his hand resting gently behind her back, providing some comfort. She kept her gaze lowered as she sat down, trying to focus on anything but the glaring tension in the air.

"I didn’t know you didn't know...," she continued, her voice faltering, her nerves now completely frayed. This was it. The moment she was afraid of. She let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again. "I… I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve done. I know how much I’ve hurt Nate, and I regret it every single day." Her heart was hammering in her chest as the words spilled out. "But I love him. With all my heart. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him. I am truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused." She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat, and looked up at them, feeling the weight of her words hanging in the air. "I know I can’t change the past. But I want you to know how much Nate means to me... and how much this—us—is real." The silence in the room stretched painfully long as she waited for their response, but all she could hear was the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.

[misshuntereevee]

come right on me , i mean -- camaraderie! / part 1 - rafayel ⋆.ೃ࿔:𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔:⋆

*** 18 + content!!!!! ***

contents: smut, p in v sex, sitting on his face, switch!rafayel, creampie, rafayel worshipping chubby!reader. uh... that's all i can think of! oh and not beta read.

notes: all of the boys will get one with the same beginning prompt. because this got longer than i expected and most of them will, i decided to split them up. rafayel is up first. poll at the bottom to vote on who you want me to write next.

the prompt:

“I want you to sit on my face.”

You nearly spit out your drink, but instead you manage to choke on it instead. You aren’t the smallest woman on the planet. Your thighs were also thick. Years of insecurity have you already shaking your head. “You’re kidding.”

Rafayel merely grins at you wolfishly. "Not even close. In fact, the term I'd use is begging, cutie."

You are absolutely certain that you are about seven different shades of red right now as you try to figure out how to respond. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," is the answer that you land on.

Rafayel's hands come out -- gripping our hips and pulling you closer to him. He brings you hip to hip. One hand comes up, cupping your face to look up at him. "Cutie?"

Oh shit. You're already under his trance. His eyes are hungry, even as he tries to remain playful with you. "Yes, baby?" You say sweetly.

"I can breathe underwater -- I promise you I can make it work."

He leans down to attach his lips to your neck. "Just trust me, yeah. I just wanna make." One nip. "You." Another nip. "Feel." Drags his tongue cross both marks sucking at them. "Good." He finishes, coming back up to meet your eyes.

You're putty in his hands -- you'd been less than quiet during all of that. "I -- It's just I can be a little heavy --" He cuts you off with an absolutely flithly kiss. It's sloppy, claiming your mouth so you can't get your words out. He lifts you into his arms as he does, walking you both backwards towards the bed.

"No more excuses. Let me worship you, please, my bride."

You bite your lip before slowly nodding at him. He sinks into the bed eagerly, hauling you up so you sit on his sternum. You squirm under his gaze, but his lips waste no time in finding your thighs. He nips and he sucks, following each and every noise. He listens like his life depends on it -- every movement targeted to make you louder and louder.

He's slowly bringing you closer as he works his way up your thighs. You're still wearing your panties -- you'd just been lounging around the house in his shirt and panties when he made his request. His hands are wanderous -- he can't stop from digging his nails into your skin.

When his lips find your panties, that's when you start to feel the insecurity creep up again. but he doesn't allow it for long. "Reach back, cutie," he groans into the wet spot growing on your panties. "See how much I want this?"

You listen to him -- reaching back to touch his cock through his pants. He's rock hard, pre-cum seeping through the front. He's straining against the fabric. "Pull my pants down, love," he quietly quests of you. He could do it himself... but he wants it to be you. He needs to feel it. He has to feel it.

"Mhmm," you say with a nod, undoing the drawstring, and pushing them down just enough that he can pop free. Pre-cum continues to drip down his length.

You try to look back at him but he bites your inner thigh teasingly. "Keep looking. See how hard I am just because you said yes? See how hard I am just because I've kissed your thighs?"

You blush, nodding at him. "I believe you, Raf," you murmur, and he groans.

"Good girl, you can look at me again," he rasps. His voice during times like these. You want to accuse him of being a siren. Every word makes you drip with more need for him.

He starts with a lick up your panties where the wet spot has grown from his words and kisses alone. Rafayel seems to purr as he nuzzles your warmth -- before tugging your panties to the side. Then he has a better idea. There is a slight burning smell before the panties fall away.

"Did -- did you burn off my panties"?" You gasp.

"I'll buy you ten more of them."

He doesn't let you say anything else. Because before you know it -- he's lifted you up over his mouth, sitting you down over his face. "Oh!" You groan out. His nose nuzzles up against your clit as his tongue starts works against your dripping pussy.

"Mhm, and I can taste how much you want it too, my bride," he groans into your hole, and the vibrations from that alone has you calling out his name.

His nails dig into your ass as he holds you in place as you start to squirm. Your hands find his hair, tugging ever so softly every time a wave of pleasure hits.

He starts to nod his head, purposefully knocking his nose against your clit as his tongue fucks you. You are only getting louder and louder as he moves quicker. You feel your orgasm building quickly, a coil building in your stomach waiting to snap. The overwhelming sensation makes you instinctively makes you try to pull up -- but his hands lock down as he nearly doubles down.

You're nearly wailing as you hit your high -- and all through it as he continues to eat you mercilessly through your orgasm. You're absolutely soaking him, his face and his chest. You try to pull up but you get less than an inch away from his mouth before he growls.

"You're not going anywhere -- I want to see you do that again," he nearly growl, your slick dripping from his mouth. He yanks you back down. Your moans coupled with the sound of your wetness are the only things you can hear in the room -- well... besides Rafayel's moans as well.

He's rutting up into the air now as he eats you with a new found ferocity. You're still so oversensitive from the last one -- tears running down your face as the overstimulations overtakes your body. But all it takes is his finger to sneakily join the mix, sliding into your heat alongside his tongue. He fucks you through three more orgasms that way, adding a finger for each one.

And after the final one, he lifts you, and then throws you on your back onto the pillows. His hard cock instantly slide in between your folds, teasing you. You're still so overstimulated from his mouth and cock that you're mewling as he does this.

Rafayel is only working himself up though. He's completely flushed his. His mark is glowing blood red. But the blushing doesn't fool you. No, you're not fooled at all as he ruts against you, desperately trying to feel you.

"Oh... my bride," he groans. "You going to let me inside? You going to let me come home?" He says, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. "You wanna let me come home, right?"

You're a babbling mess after all of the orgasms he's given you already, and your hips are chasing his with every movement. "Yes. Yes, please, Rafayel," you plead.

That's all it takes before he's sliding into you. You are both groaning in union as he sinks in. His length is like it was made just for you -- and he swears every time that it was. He was just thick enough that it made you groan every time he stretched you out -- and long enough that he could begin to see himself in your stomach when he sunk all the way in.

"Oh, thank you, my princess," he says, pressing himself into you, his face nuzzling into your neck as he simply lets himself relish in the feel of being bottomed out in you.

You start to whine. "Raf, please, fuck me," you tell him, rolling your hips to tease him into moving. He pulls back, looking down at you with a little smirk.

"You want me to move, my bride? You want me to fuck you?" He purrs, his voice sounding like heaven itself. He pulls himself all the way out, eliciting a pitiful whimper from you.

"Yes!" You shamelessly beg and with that, he slams back into you quickly, making you screaming out. "Oh, fuck! Raf!"

"There you go... good girl," he purrs. Heaven and sin incarnate all in one being. His hands start to wander, like they always do as he sets a rather brutal pace with you.

"You know --" he grunts, pausing as he's balls deep in you, palming himself through your stomach. You're whining and mewling against, him willing him to move. "You're fucking beautiful, do you understand me?"

He snaps his hips up and then right back down making you yelp again. It's clear these are punishing thrusts for whatever he's about to say, but it's only making you drip around him, getting wetter and wetter with need.

You don't answer at first, too busying working your hips against him to try and get him to move more than this brutal and slow pace. "Rafayel!" You say with a beg.

"I said do you understand me?" He says, biting at your lower lip. "I love every inch of you. And I want to put my mouth on every inch of you. Understand?"

You nod, "I understand! Please, Rafayel! Please, I need you, I need you so much. Please fuck me."

He still doesn't move, and gives a little pondering face, fucking with you. "Will you sit on my face whenever I ask you too?" He says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Yes! Whenever you want, I promise!" You groan.

And that's when he starts fucking you in earnest. He lifts up your leg, throwing it over his shoulder so that he can fuck you deeper and at a better angle. You're tightening around him around ready as he fucks harder and faster.

"You going to come for me, my bride? Are you going to soak me? Yeah? Please soak me, baby, I want it so bad," he nearly babbles as you continue to tighten and clench around him. You're no better yourself, and it's with a loud wail that you come around him.

He doesn't last too much long after you. With a loud groan that borders on a sob, he anchors himself as deep as he'll go --coming inside of you with deep spurts. He doesn't move for a long moment, just holding you as you lay beneth him. But finally, he pulls out of you with a soft pop.

His cum follows out behind him, and he makes sure that he watches it. It already has him twitching in the cold air of the room. "You are so beautiful like this. It makes me want to go get my paints."

"If you ever paint me like this, it better be kept under lock and key -- and for your eyes only," you tease him, playfully swatting at him. He catches your wrist, bringing it up to his nose to smell you.

"I love you," you whisper as he does. "I love you, my little fishie."

He chuckles. "I love you too, my bride. The love of my life."

[acosmicbee]

School Troubles

(This takes place in the same world as Rehabiliation and gives a deeper look into the world building. It is edited and reposted from my Wattpad because I got into a car accident yesterday and didn't have time to write anything new. Me, my family and the other person involved are all okay but my family's car is totaled and undriveable)

You were supposed to be a hero. At least, that supposed to be the end goal of your schooling at this academy. The problem being, while you had powers, you weren't interested in the slightest.

Your parents ran a small flower shop, doing a few catering things here and there. They were completely normal and powerless, your typical civilians. Then, one day, you'd barely touched a few seeds and suddenly had full-grown plants.

It didn't take long for the government to find out. They'd gotten very dedicated to snatching up any kid with powers and then sorting them into either a government sponsored hero school or 'alternate' school. From what you've heard, these alternate schools were government sponsored villain factories so they could make sure their hero schools were always needed. However, you'd ended up in one of these hero schools.

During your six months here, you'd broken several school records, including but not limited to 'quickest escape attempt', 'most uncooperative to government propaganda about becoming a hero' and 'farthest runner before being shot with a tranquilizer bullet'.

In other words you were driving the principal, though you called him the warden because this was 100% a jail in your opinion, absolutely insane. He was a younger hero, maybe late 20s. He had fire powers and had retired from hero work allegedly due to some issue with his villain nemesis.

You had, once again, found yourself in his office. He was staring at you with a carefully controlled expression but you could feel the anger and annoyance radiating off of him in waves.

"This is the third time this month." He said sternly, sitting across from you. "You can't keep trying to stage a coop. You're just going to get more hours of detention." 'Detention' wasn't even normal and instead consisted of listening to government propaganda podcasts and stuff for a couple of hours.

"Then can I go home? I'm not becoming any sort of hero, period. I'm supposed to be helping my parents with their flower shop, as I've always done." You were just as stubborn, meeting his cool look with a glare.

"Look Y/N," he'd long since dropped using your last name with how often you ended up in his office. "I wasn't happy either when I was first enrolled here-."

"I wasn't enrolled. I was kidnapped off the street." You corrected. "And I haven't seen my parents since."

"Anyways, I'm trying to tell you that I get it. You're having a hard time adjusting to life here. Despite your powers, you feel you don't belong."

"Because I don't. I'm not becoming some stupid hero." You said. You crossed your arms, fully ready to get another detention if he said something to set you off.

"Look, do you want me to try and see if Ridgeside will take you? Because that's your only other option here. Either you stay here and become a hero or we label you as 'rebellious' and ship you off to become a villain." The warden snapped.

"I don't want to become anything! I want to go home!" You yelled. "Why can't you understand that?!"

"I do understand, but 'home' isn't an option. Y/N I've laid your choices out. Hero or villain. Pick your poison or whatever, but make a choice. I don't want to keep seeing you in my office every day, but I will continue meeting with you like this if I have to." He threatened. "Two hours of detention after dinner tonight. I'll be supervising it, seeing as most teachers here are done with your attitude."

You just groaned, grabbing your things as you were dismissed. As you made your way down from his office, you could see some of the other students outside, training or playing around with their powers. You were the only person here who didn't want to become a hero. The few people you'd talked to about wanting to leave just missed home or wanted to see their families. All of them had said, though, that they'd come back here once they were done.

You were supposed to have some roommates like everyone else did. Other perspective heroes to help raise a sense of camaraderie, but you had a room all to yourself. You'd gotten moved to an empty room after you used one of your roommates powers to help you escape during your first week. Now you didn't talk to people outside of school hours and meal times. Any free period was spent alone, brainstorming ways to escape.

And you swore it, you would escape this place and find your way home, no matter what it took. Besides becoming a hero or villain, that is.

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You were in the hallways again. Your teachers were mostly used to you misbehaving and refusing to participate, so you spent a lot of time sitting in the hallways. It wasn't so bad, it definitely gave you time to focus on escape plans and what you would do when you finally made it home to your parents.

Today, however, you sat there, watching as some random guy hoisted himself through one of the hallways windows. You watched as he landed on the ground, dusting himself off before freezing when he noticed you. The two of you just blinked at each other.

You just shrugged, going back to your escape planning. So what if some dude just scaled the side of a building and came through a 4th floor window? That's not your problem. After thinking for a second, you added scaling the building to a possible way of escape.

"Why are you in the hallway?" You glanced up at the random man, who was now standing over you. He was clearly older than the principal by a bit. Maybe he was some government official or a visiting hero. But that still didn't explain climbing in through the window... Eh, you honestly didn't care enough to ask.

"Because I hate it here and refuse to participate." You answered, returning to your notebook. The strange man didn't take the hint and leave, instead continuing to stare at you. Finally you grew tired of his staring and asked him, "why are you in the hallway?"

"Oh! I'm here to surprise Dean! It's been so long since I saw him." The man said. "Do you know where his office is?"

"Dean?" You asked. This place didn't have a dean, just assistant principals.

"Ah! I suppose because you're a student you would know him as the principal or headmaster." Your face immediately scrunched up in disgust.

"Oh... him... His office is one floor up. Take that staircase, and it'll be the third door on your left." You said, indicating the nearby staircase. You'd been there enough times to know how to get there in your sleep.

"Thank you. What's your name hallway child?" He asked.

"Y/N."

"I'll make sure Dean rewards you for being so helpful! Later!" With that, the strange man bounded up the staircase, full of energy. You just shrugged. People were weird.

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"Y/N!" You were just laying in your dorm room during your free period. You hadn't even done anything this time, so it made no sense as to why the warden was pounding at your door like you'd tried to escape again.

With a groan, you opened the door, already done with the conversation before it began. "Yes?"

"You let him in! Not only that, you told him where to find me!" He fumed. Literally, he was beginning to smoke. You just waved your hand in an attempt to keep the smoke out of your room.

"Who? I don't even know what you're talking about. I didn't even do anything today." You complained. He groaned, taking a few deep breaths as he slowly stopped producing smoke.

"Did anyone strange come up to you today asking about me?" He asked. His tone was the one grown ups used when they were pretending that you weren't in trouble when you definitely were.

"I mean, yeah. But he knew you by name, so I assumed you were friends or something. Wait, do you even have friends?" You asked. You certainly don't get why anyone would want to be his friend, but whatever.

"Of course I have friends!" He sounded offended. "But that man isn't one of them!"

"Okay. So you're getting mad at a student for not knowing who your friends are?" You asked, not following.

"No! The reason I'm mad is because you allowed a villain to roam the halls of a school without reporting it!"

"He was a villain? Am I supposed to just know who's a villain by looking at them?" You asked. The warden just groaned.

"Look. Do you know how he got into the building?"

"Yeah. He climbed in through the window. On the 4th floor." You said. "Can I go back to resting now? This is supposed to be a free period."

"No. You're coming to my office so we can have a little chat about proper protocol when you see someone climbing through a window!"

"But my free period!" You whined as you were all but dragged to his office.

⋅˚₊‧ 🔥🌊 ‧₊˚ ⋅

It was a Saturday, which meant a free day for you. It was pouring outside and the sound of rain on your window was marginally soothing. Normally you would spend your weekends planning out every way of escaping you could imagine, but not today. Today you just lay in your room, trying your hardest to focus on the book in front of you. It had been in your bag when you'd been snatched off the street and was the only thing you'd been allowed to keep.

Your parents had gotten it for you, and it was the only thing you had of them here. You weren't even allowed to send them letters. The book had been one of your favorites back home, but now you struggled to get through a few pages. It felt wrong to be reading when you didn't even know how your parents were doing, or if they knew you were okay.

You were attempting to gather enough willpower to just read the first chapter to give yourself something to do when you jumped at the sound of a knock on the window. Turning, you saw the strange man you now knew as a villain, was back. Only this time he'd found your room and also had managed to scale the building when it was slick with rain. Despite knowing you'd get chewed out for it later, you opened your window.

"I'm supposed to report it if I see you again. Apparently you're a villain." You informed him. Your face scrunched up as he expertly came through the window before you realized he was completely dry and wasn't dripping water.

"I wondered if you recognized me but I assumed you didn't. Guess I was right." He said, looking around your room. "Dean must've lectured you for hours. Geez kid, your room is so empty. No roomie?"

"I'm too much of a flight risk apparently. They think I'm gonna corrupt some wanna-be hero because I don't want to be here." You said. The strange man perked up.

"You don't wanna be here? Do you wanna be a villain?! I promise, being a villain is a lot more fun." He said, looking ready to give you the whole spiel on it.

"I'm not becoming a villain, but i'm not becoming a hero either. I just want to go home to my parents." You groaned. Only to flop down on your bed in defeat when the door to your room suddenly slammed open. "Great. Now he's here too."

"Xavier." The warden growled. He was smoking again but the villain, Xavier you guessed, didn't seem phased.

"Dean. Lovely weather we're having. Maybe you should take a walk outside before you burst into flames." " Xavier was completely relaxed as he took a seat in your desk chair. "I wonder if Y/N is going to end up like you in the future. You certainly acted the same way you punish them for when you were their age."

Instantly the mood shifted, the headmaster grew tense as he grit his teeth, glancing at you for a second. You sat up on your bed, suddenly way more interested in the conversation. The warden had what.

"I learned my lesson. Hopefully they'll learn theirs soon." He said, a few small flames bursting to life at his fingertips before he forcefully began to calm himself down. "You have no right to bring that up. Especially not after all you did."

"I was just trying to do what was best for you. I still think it would've been a better path than the one you've ended up on, but you'll understand in time." Xavier glanced at you before smirking. "Sooner rather than later, if I'm right."

"You don't know me, Xavier. Not anymore." He said, finally calming down enough that the smoke stopped.

"Um... can you have your little," you gestured between them, "whatever this is, not in my room?"

"Y/N. Please be quiet or I will make you sit in my office and retest your comprehension on the proper protocols when villains enter the school. Again." Dean said.

Xavier just smiled as he stood, brushing invisible dust off his pants. "Fine. I can see where I'm not wanted. I'll just see myself out okay?"

He smiled at you as he made his way over to the still open door of your room. "And Dean? I know you're trying to deny it, but you can't forever. Sooner or later, you'll need my help and my door is always open for you."

"Why didn't you report it when you saw him?" Dean asked, back to his default headmaster mode.

"How did you even know he was in my room?" You countered.

"There are walls with guards surrounding this school if you'll remember. Since his last breach I've had them on high alert." He groaned. "I'm not in the mood to supervise another one of your detentions so we're going to pretend this never happened. Behave Y/N."

With that he stalked out of your room, shutting the door and leaving you alone once again. You glanced at your book for a second before immediately ignoring it for a more enticing train of thought. Just what was the relationship between those two? And why were you getting drawn into whatever was going on?

⋅˚₊‧ 🔥🌊 ‧₊˚ ⋅

You were getting impatient. It had been months, but Dean and Xavier were still keeping an eye on you. Xavier would climb through windows or just stroll into your dorm like he owned the place. Dean would constantly call you to his office to 'check in' and seemed to have a Xavier detector, often finding the two of you a couple of minutes after Xavier would sneak onto school grounds.

Either way, you were no closer to an escape than you had been when you'd first arrived. At least, that was until a school trip was announced. Apparently it was around the time when the rest of the heroes-in-training in your age group would find out who their nemesis was supposed to be. For some reason, you were included in this trip.

Of course, Dean had threatened you with everything from detention to private lessons during your free time to shipping you off to become a villain yourself. It wasn't going to stop you. Not when you were so close to your goal. This time, you would see your parents again. 

Eventually the bus had to stop so you all could use the restroom and get some snacks. You were supposed to stick with your assigned buddy but when he drifted off towards his friends you took the opportunity. You stood by the door, waiting for the right moment. The second you heard someone start bickering and the teacher's attention was turned to them you ran. You could see the train station from the rest stop and jumped the turnstile, darting onto the train you needed at the last second. You just managed to make out a pissed off Dean, staring right into your eyes, by the ticket counter as the train pulled out of the station.

You had done it. You were going to see your parents again. You knew, deep inside, that you'd just be taken back to the school at some point, but it didn't matter. For now, you were going home.

⋅˚₊‧ 🔥🌊 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Something was wrong. You could tell the second you got off the train and saw smoke rising from somewhere in the neighborhood. You could feel it in your stomach, that something was fundamentally wrong. You ran.

It wasn't until you found yourself outside your family's flower shop did you confirm it. The building was on fire, you could see the pretty displays you'd once helped to set up turning to ash. When you couldn't find your parents out on the street you ran into the building.

It was hot, hotter than you'd ever imagined. You crawled into the back where your apartment was, avoiding the areas with fire. Smoke billowed over your head and you could barely see. Your eyes were burning and you felt like you had no air, but you still pushed on. 

"Mom! Dad!" You tried screaming, only to inhale smoke. You began coughing but didn't let that stop you.

"Y/N?!" You could faintly hear your father's voice. He was close. You were so close.

"Dad! Mom!" You called again. "Where are you?!"

"Y/N!" There! Your parents were across the living room, on the floor. They both looked unharmed. Upon seeing you they both began making their way over. You held out a hand to pull them towards you... and that was when the ceiling gave out. You couldn't even scream as you watched the roof crush them underneath. Couldn't hear anything over the sound of crackling fire, blood rushing through your ears and your own screaming.

You struggled, ignoring how your hands instantly blistered as you tried lifting the burning hot pieces of roof. They couldn't be... no! After all you'd gone through to get back here, they had to be okay!

"Mom! Dad!" You were sobbing now, your hands were burnt and you could barely breathe. As you became more and more lightheaded, you resigned yourself to dying there, along with your parents. You wouldn't stop fighting to save them.

You were hysterical, and fought viciously when someone pulled you away, forcing an oxygen mask over your face. All your mind could focus on was the collapsed roof and your parents. You scratched and squirmed, trying desperately to break their grip on you. By the time you registered the pinch at the base of your neck you'd already been injected with a high grade tranquilizer and the whole world faded to black.

⋅˚₊‧ 🔥🌊 ‧₊˚ ⋅

"That was mean of you." Xavier's voice echoed through the bedroom. You were laying in the bed, hooked up to an oxygen machine, IV drip and more machines used to monitor your health. Your bandaged hands rested on top of the comforter. You had yet to wake up in the hours since Dean had pulled you out of the burning flower shop.

"I didn't start the fire." He said back. He sat in the chair next to your bed, watching over you. "I didn't want this to happen."

"But you knew what would happen. You knew what happens to those that escape, don't you Dean? What happens to their families?" Xavier probed.

"That's enough! If you think I wanted what happened to Calista and Rome to anyone else you're more insane than I took you for." He hissed. "This isn't the time for this. Y/N is... they're..."

"So you finally understand." Xavier smirked. "You understand what I did to you all those years ago. Why I tried so hard to lock you up. They remind me of you. Both of you are too stubborn for your own good."

Xavier stepped closer, his smile growing when Dean didn't push him away. Instead one of his hands made their way to Dean's head, playing with his hair. "They don't have anyone anymore, Dean. No parents, no home to go back to. They're all alone. Don't you remember how it felt to be all alone?"

"I... I need to help them. I need to save them." Dean murmured, slowly accepting his own dark feelings as Xavier egged him on. "They need me..."

"They didn't want to become a hero, right? You need to keep them safe where they can't be hurt in hero work. You need to make sure they never leave you. I'm sure you remember what happened when you left me. Do you really want to have to do that to them? To make sure they can never be a hero in the public eye again?" Xavier asked. He knew Dean was already going to do it. He just needed to add a little more fuel to the fire to make sure you would be extra safe.

"They always wanted to go home... so I will make them a home here. That way they will never leave me again. They can never be hurt again." Dean decided.

That was the moment your fate was sealed. No matter how much you cried when you finally woke up. No matter how much you screamed when the bandages on your hands needed to be changed. No matter how much you disassociated when the news was finally broken to you that from the amount of third degree burns you received you'd never regain the full range of motion in your hands. No matter what happened, Dean and Xavier were right there beside you, making sure you wouldn't injure yourself more than you already had. You would never be free again.

[sodapopper]

I have something to say about Soda, and y’all are not going to like it. But I have to speak my truth.

I absolutely love that as a fandom we’re starting to humanize him and recognize his character for more than just a comedic bystander. But sometimes it feels like the pendulum now swings too far in the other direction, and some of these takes have turned him into a completely different character.

Yes, Soda is more than just his sweetness. He’s got anger and recklessness and grief, too. But exploring and developing that hidden depth shouldn’t be at the expense of his compassion and good-nature, which are still fundamental parts of his character. The sweetness doesn’t stop existing just because he’s also capable of darkness. They can and should coexist: that’s the entire point of complexity.

I keep seeing posts that use Ponyboy’s unreliable narration to argue away Soda’s sweetness, and I’ll be honest, it irritates me. Ponyboy is misguided, but he’s not outright wrong about what he observes. Darry is hard and cold. Johnny is frightened and nervous. Dally is tough and mean. And Soda is reckless and compassionate. Ponyboy might miss the subtlety of motivation (Darry is harsh, but not because he hates his brother) but he’s truthful about what’s externally obvious.

And yes, Ponyboy idolizes Soda, but the cause of his hero worship is rooted in Soda’s kindness towards him. If Darry were more emotionally present, Ponyboy would likely idolize him, too. But Ponyboy’s hero worship doesn’t cause him to erase Soda’s flaws. In fact, he calls them out on multiple occasions—Soda’s recklessness, his academic failures, his inability to take anything seriously. Pony is even embarrassed by Soda when Cherry asks about him dropping out.

Similarly important to note is that Ponyboy isn't the only one who puts Soda on a golden pedestal. Darry is equally guilty of idealizing his brother, and it's because of the emotional labor Soda does for his family; not because Ponyboy has crafted a completely different version of his brother for the readers.

The fandom wants a complex Soda, and so do I. But complexity doesn’t equate darkness! His core traits don't need to be erased to prop up a version of the character that’s unrecognizably gritty and twisted. Soda is interesting because he’s kind. He’s interesting because he’s emotionally intelligent. He’s interesting because he listens. These things don’t make him perfect! They’re both his strength and his weakness.

Soda who lets himself be walked over. Soda who keeps the peace at the expense of voicing his honest opinion. Soda who hides pain with a manic glimmer in his eyes. Soda who holds it in until he can’t. Soda who explodes in grief or anger when pushed to his breaking point. Soda who can’t sit still. Soda who embraces his “stupidity” like a badge of honor to hide how much it hurts. Soda who nobody really knows, because he protects himself by focusing on others. Soda with a fear of abandonment. Glass child Sodapop. Beautiful and invisible. Slowly being killed by the pressure of a role he’s not strong enough to perform.

And yes, he's also angry. He's also reckless. He's also easily distracted and can't sit still and likes to fight. But good characterization happens when you explore these traits within the context of the other ones. The gentleness and roughness are not mutually exclusive; they can and should go hand in hand.

Instead of “oh I bet Ponyboy is lying, Soda probably yells at him all the time,” consider: what in Soda’s life would be hurtful enough to push him to yell at Ponyboy? Instead of “Ponyboy’s naive, I bet Soda drinks like crazy,” consider: what deeper motivation might keep Soda from drinking?

That's complexity.

Of course everyone has a right to interpret the character differently. And I'm not arguing against headcanons and aus—I just wish we could recognize them as headcanons, instead of trying to twist canon into supporting our own personal characterization. The dark takes are certainly interesting, and fun to toss around. But please, don't discredit the rich depth of his canon characterization as "not gritty enough;" Soda doesn't have to drink, scream, or be Dally to be interesting.

Make him go feral, please—but consider doing it in a way that makes sense for his character, and expands on who he is, instead of erasing it.

[spr1ngtweaks]

Headcanons – When They Actually Blindfold Harley for Hide-and-Seek

(Or: The One Time Everyone in the Executive Team Was in Immediate Danger)

✩ Request by @althewendigo ✩

🕶️ The Setup

It starts as a joke.

After the last game, everyone (except Harley) was dying laughing about how utterly paranoid he was.

Stella, in her chaotic wisdom, suggests:

“Alright, but what if we made it worse? What if we blindfolded him and made him the seeker?”

Leith and Eddie are immediately on board.

Harley? Absolutely not.

“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“I will kill you all before I allow this to happen.”

…So naturally, they do it anyway.

🎭 The Rules

Harley gets a ten-minute head start to sit with the blindfold on and "mentally prepare" (which is just him plotting your collective downfall).

Everyone else gets to scatter and hide.

The goal? Survive.

There are no winners—only survivors.

👨‍⚕️ Harley, the Most Terrifying Blindfolded Seeker

The moment he stands up, the air changes.

The usual paranoia? Gone. He has nothing left to lose.

He immediately moves with purpose.

Which is terrifying because he can’t see anything.

He’s just listening. Calculating.

Every creak in the floor, every breath held too long—he knows.

“You do realize this is unfair to the rest of you, yes?”

“I don’t need sight to find you. I just need to listen.”

Leith panics.

Leith hates this.

He thought this would be funny.

This is not funny anymore.

“Oh, this was a mistake. A massive mistake.”

Eddie starts actively regretting this entire plan.

Stella? Still thriving.

“I love this. I LOVE THIS.”

🎯 How He Finds Each of Them

🎭 Leith Pierre – The First One to Get Found

Leith was breathing too hard.

He made the grave mistake of hiding in the main hallway, thinking it would be safe.

It was not safe.

Harley stopped walking. Tilted his head. Listened.

"You breathe too loudly, Pierre."

Leith doesn’t even have time to move before Harley grabs his shoulder.

Leith screams.

Harley sighs.

“You’re weak. You didn’t even last five minutes.”

“You deserve to be eliminated first.”

"Go sit down before you embarrass yourself further."

🎭 Eddie Ritterman – The One Who Almost Got Away

Eddie actually did really well for a while.

He found a great spot in one of the old storage rooms.

But then? He shifted his weight.

A single creak. A single. Damn. Creak.

Harley turned instantly.

“Ritterman...”

“Don’t make me come over there.”

Eddie stops breathing.

Harley starts walking in his direction anyway.

Eddie tries to slowly crawl away.

Too late.

Harley reaches out, grabs his sleeve, and just—

“Got you.”

“Unfortunate.”

🎭 Stella Greyber – The One Who Fought Back

She should’ve been scared.

She was not.

Instead of running, she tried to fake him out.

Started throwing random objects in other directions to mess with his echolocation.

It worked for like five minutes—until Harley figured out the pattern.

The moment he did, she was done.

“Oh. You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

“Unfortunately, you are also predictable.”

“Shame.”

Stella was found when she tried to throw a wrench.

Harley dodged it. Without seeing.

“Nice try.”

🎭 You – The Impossible Target

You? You made yourself a ghost.

Not a single sound. Not a single movement.

Harley knows you’re still hiding.

He hates that he can’t find you.

He knows you’re watching him.

He knows you’re waiting for the right moment.

"This is getting irritating."

Eddie and Leith are already telling you to just give up.

Harley is now actively pissed.

You wait until he’s just a little too close before—

You grab his wrist.

WHISPER, RIGHT IN HIS EAR:

“Found you first.”

Harley. Jumps.

Immediately rips off the blindfold.

Looks genuinely startled.

…Then pissed.

“You. Are. Insufferable.”

Stella is wheezing. Eddie is howling. Leith is just glad it’s over.

📌 The Aftermath

Harley refuses to speak to anyone for at least an hour.

Leith looks like he just survived war.

Eddie is questioning every life decision that led him here.

Stella is already planning a round two.

…And you?

You have unlocked a new way to mess with Harley.

You won’t let him forget this. Ever.

[drfleetflower]

HG Scenario: Love Languages

~Requested~

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow, Tigris Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Casca Highbottom, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Gale Hawthorne, Haymitch Abernathy x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, addiction, trauma

WC: 2.1k

Coriolanus Snow:

Coriolanus Snow is not a very affectionate man, but he shows his love in subtle ways. His love language is ‘acts of service’. So, of course he’s very gentlemanly. Afterall, he was nicknamed ‘Gent’ a while back. He opens doors for you, gives you his arm when walking up stairs, your meals are always prepared for you, your bed is always made, really anything you need done is done for you. Maybe these things aren’t always done by him, but he orchestrates them without you having to lift a finger. That is, unless you have a task you want to do. 

So, a moment like this is rare. Coriolanus is sitting in a royal red, tall and embroidered chair. He holds a book in his hands, reading aloud to you as you stand behind him. Your hands rest on his shoulders, massaging out the stress after a long day. A deep warmth bathes the two of you, emitting from the crackling fire in the fireplace. He occasionally pauses to sigh or take one of your hands, kissing it softly. 

Coriolanus is scarcely away from his office or the public, so this intimate instance is one you don’t take for granted. You listen intently to his smooth, controlled voice and rest your cheek against your intertwined hands. After each chapter he asks you questions and the two of you discuss different aspects of the story. He often just gives you his opinions and you agree, although when you do weigh in with your own ideas, he brightens and challenges you whether or not he agrees. You can’t help but be enraptured by him when he gets deep into a discussion and feels secure enough to share his feelings with you. 

Tigris Snow:

Tigris Snow is constantly giving. Whether that means giving time, attention, and care to her loved ones, or physical things like gifts, it doesn’t matter. She gives and gives. Especially to you; her most loved one. She spends most of her time hunched over a sewing machine and design book. And, a lot of that effort goes into making special things for you. 

You take every stitch to heart, and can’t help but be blown away by how she spoils you. Constantly Tigris suddenly showers you with new clothes, clothes she could easily sell for a pretty penny. Instead, she’s made them especially for you and it’s hard for you to figure out how to repay the kindness, how to show her that she means just as much to you and you do to her. So, you hone in on your craft. You take time and care to make her something just as special as the magic she has crafted for you. 

When you find the right time, you set a fine occasion and gift it to her. The act, so simple and so underwhelming in your eyes, brings tears to hers. She embraces you and thanks you perhaps too many times, making you wish you thanked her more. You embrace her right back and share a tender kiss. You feel grateful, fulfilled that you had done your job. You made her feel seen and special and appreciated, the way she deserves to feel. And so, you spend the evening in each other's arms admiring each other. 

Sejanus Plinth:

Sejanus Plinth is burdened. He tends to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, worrying about the state of the districts and constantly wracking his brain for ways to fix what is tremendously broken. So, you’ve adopted the job of consoling him. Many nights he lies awake ranting about the injustices that run rampant across Panem and you lie next to him and stroke his head, running your fingers through his curly hair. You coo words of encouragement and try your best to settle him down by acknowledging the hard work he’s already done. Still, the cycle continues.

There is some improvement though. You can tell that Sejanus has become happier, at least, as happy as one can be under the conditions. And, once you realize just how much he lights up when you compliment him, you make it a point to motivate him even outside of those late nights. He returns the gesture. 

You didn’t notice it at the start of your relationship, but Sejanus is big on complimenting you, too. It doesn’t matter the time or occasion, Sejanus finds a way to weave in a ‘you look wonderful today, my love’ or ‘what a great idea, you’re amazing’, and the like. Clearly, he’s a ‘words of affirmation’ type. So, you tend to his love language and the two of you sometimes have mini competitions of who can compliment the other the most.

Casca Highbottom:

Casca Highbottom doesn’t ask for much. He is content as long as you are near, present with him. Why you would waste your time on him, a depressed addict, he doesn’t know. But, he refuses to question it, and selfishly he chalks it up to luck so you’ll stick around. You don’t have to do anything together, really. Usually, the two of you just sit around doing absolutely nothing, simply being with each other. Other times, the two of you talk for hours about everything and nothing. 

He will share his worries with you, his guilt about his role in the Hunger Games. Most of the time though, he avoids the subject, preferring to spend the coveted time he has with you discussing more pleasant matters. 

Some days, Casca might be at his desk grading papers while you sit in a leather chair by the fire, telling him about your day. He hums in response, laughing at your quips, and chimes in with a remark when he has one. You always ask about his day in return, and he’ll sigh and usually give the same old, same old, his red pen making slashes on test questions. You wait up for him to finish his grading, and when he’s done, he’ll come over and give your shoulders a light squeeze before the two of you curl up in bed together.

Peeta Mellark:

Peeta Mellark is a very affectionate person. He has no trouble expressing his feelings to you, but prefers to do so without words. Words can get complicated, and when it comes to you, sometimes he can’t decipher the cues you’re giving him. So, physical cues are a safer bet. 

When the two of you got together, Peeta hadn’t the slightest clue that you reciprocated feelings for him until you kissed him. It surprised the both of you. But, from then on you knew you’d have to be more direct in your approach to romance and such. For example, you don’t shy away from holding his hand, or cuddling with him, or kissing his cheek. He won’t always make the first move, so you just take the initiative when you want to instead of waiting for him to get the hint. 

The moments that the two of you cherish the most are when you’re wrapped up in each other's arms. You lie on the couch or your bed, holding each other, Peeta kissing your head. You can watch television or read a book, or sometimes just do nothing. You could take the time to talk about your days but a lot of the time, the two of you like the silence, simply focusing on the feeling of each other being so close and warm. Obviously, this time together is best in the cold months.

Finnick Odair:

Finnick Odair exudes love and affection. He truly understands and appreciates every language of love, but he is inclined toward gift giving. He makes knots almost all day, everyday, so he’s bound to make a few things for you. And, practically anything you give him he automatically treasures. He is honestly a bit of a hoarder with how many keepsakes and sentimental items he has displayed. There’s overlap that he has to keep in storage too. 

What he likes about physical pieces, is he can keep them with him when you can’t be near. He can weave a shell you gave him into a necklace or bracelet and always have it on his person. And Finnick loves it when you wear the things he gives you, it’s as if you’re showing him off and tying yourself to him. He also appreciates the time, care, and effort that are put into the gifts you give each other. Although weaving comes easy to him, it can still be tedious and time consuming. And, you are simply astonished by what he can do with nothing but a strand. Even if you have so many pieces of braided jewelry you couldn’t possibly name each one. 

Sometimes, Finnick even adds a little note. A one-liner usually, something like ‘I love you more than the moon loves the ocean.’ You can’t help but make him read each one to you, too. His voice is always so calming when he’s telling you how much he loves you. Also, in general, but especially then. 

Gale Hawthorne:

Gale Hawthorne isn’t great at expressing himself. Not in the sense that he won’t talk to you about his emotions, but more so on how he goes about it. Of course, when you first met, he wasn’t much of a talker at all. Now that the two of you are close though, he doesn’t shy away from sharing his feelings. You love this about him, that he has become unashamed around you, that he feels so safe with you he will tell you any thought that pops into his head. Unfortunately, in the midst of being so honest with you, he can get blinded by what is perhaps too honest. Or, let his emotions get the better of him. 

This is why his love language is physical touch. First of all, the two of you have kind of evolved to communicate without words anyway. Secondly, it makes so much more sense to him to put his hand over yours than say ‘it’s alright’. Because sometimes it isn’t. And thirdly, Gale gets much more satisfaction from a kiss than anything else. He would happily live as an Avoxe if your tender touch was on line. Although, some kisses would be less exciting without his tongue.

He is big on quality time too, but he does request to have his hands on you in one way or another. Gale wants a family some day, so when the two of you are in the Meadow, his hand subconsciously rubbing your back as you tell his younger siblings a story that finally starts to settle them down… He swears his heart beats a mile a minute. 

Haymitch Abernathy:

Haymitch Abernathy is still in shock by the simple fact that you like him. Let alone love. And perhaps even more shocking than that is: he loves you too. He’s tortured by guilt though. Tortured in general, really, so he pushes you away. He refuses to admit anything but disdain for you until you break down crying, screaming at him that you love him. He lets you hug him and he comforts you, realizing you are not giving up and if he continues hurting you it might just kill him too. 

So, when he reluctantly accepts your love and affection, he goes along with whatever you want. You kind of have to force him to help you help him and tell you what it is he wants. You learn that Haymitch wants security. Not a security system, although it’s doubtful he’d be opposed, but a feeling of calm. A guarantee that everything will turn out right. That guarantee doesn’t exist, but you try your best. You learn that he goes crazy when he doesn’t know where you are, so you tend to stay close to him and when you aren’t, he always knows where you are. Also, you make sure that he’s somewhat distracted, like having Katniss, Peeta, and the kids come over when you’re away. 

Everyday can come as a challenge, a welcome one of course, but still a challenge. Trauma like Haymitch went through is no easy feat. But, little by little, it gets easier. And you start to have more good days than bad. He lets you help take care of his geese, he’s protective of them but he is of you, too. Maybe the little birds picked up on that, because they follow you too now. 

[madnessinitstrueform]

Lady Sophetra Elunda Arixmathis (later Thresh to her friends) (swashbuckler rogue/hexblade warlock) was a noble, a tiefling/air genasi mix who was injured as a baby, leading to an inability to speak above a whisper without hurting herself. Her father, a duke, was secretly raising her younger sister to take over the family instead of Thresh - seeing her as weak because of her inability to speak.

When she found out his plan to marry her off to a random noble far from home...she ran away.

And the met Hex...well, met her again.

Cathexis Glaedwin (Hex to her friends) (phoenix sorcerer/2 levels fighter) is a tiefling/fire genasi mix who's family wasn't prepared for her innate magical ability. She was sent to live with her grandfather, a retired adventurer turned blacksmith. She channels a lot of her fire sorcery through her own smithing, allowing her a sense of control over it.

Once a month she visits her parents in the same city Thresh lives in - and they run into each other a few times in the year leading up to their final introduction, leading them to go adventuring together.

Meet-Cute 1 (FAIL):

Thresh asked to visit the market and was sent with a chaperone that kept a tight leash on her and didn't know sign language. It's her father's attempts to force her to overcome her "weaknesses"...but it's not a weakness, it was a disability.

She tried to yell above the crowd and instead began coughing up blood, which is when Hex happened to be in the area. She not only knew sign from her grandfather, but also loved an excuse for a bit of mischief. She did a bit of harmless fire magic to distract the chaperone, allowing Thresh to get free...

...only to realize such mischief would only get her in more trouble with her father. When Hex finds Thresh for the first time alone, trying to joke that they could take a walk around the other shops before re-joining the chaperone....she was met with harsh words and a disdainful look from the noble woman. They left without introducing themselves and angry at the other.

Meet-Cute 2 (FAIL):

After a particularly annoying training session with her father, Thresh snuck out in a fit of rebellion and decided the best way to prove her methods of combat were viable by hunting down some ruffians and fighting them.

Hex was waiting for her father to get off work so they could walk home together and happened to spot a familiar noble walking down an empty road with three of said ruffians following her. Not knowing this was "all according to plan", she followed them. Since her specialty was fire magic, she slipped around the alley they were heading down and surrounded herself in flames to scare the men away - causing Thresh to snap at her for "ruining everything".

Hex listened to Thresh's plan and laughed about it, pinning the noble against a wall to point out her small frame (not that Hex was much taller, but she was strong, and had broader shoulders). They both walked away blushing and realizing perhaps there was something cute about the other.

Meet-Cute 3 (SUCCESS):

It's the night of Thresh's 18th birthday and she just found out the entire time that her father planned on marrying her off to a gross noble so she ran out of the house, still in her party dress.

Hex was simply out for a stroll in the city - enjoying the cool night air when she heard sobbing in a nearby garden. There she found the noble sitting on a fountain covered in tears, snot, and blood. Thresh did her best to explain everything, venting in full about her frustrations at her family for doing this, for her own weaknesses...and she genuinely didn't see a reason to live any longer.

So Hex told her to abandon her past life, following tiefling tradition of choosing a new name and a path for yourself. Here, Thresh chose her new name - and decided to make a name for herself another way, by adventuring.

Hex offered to help out, citing that she needed to travel to finish her Journeyman training anyway - so Thresh could tag along if she really wanted.

Those 6 months together led to a lot of "will they won't they" situations and then they met the rest of the party...

...a year into their adventures and attempts at saving the world, Hex proposes - and gets rejected. At least until the world is saved and all. When she tries again at a party celebrating their final win, even Thresh's father has to admit the match is well made.

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