#like ok doing other things other things other things OH HEY MID-MAN WHATS UP

[orcelito]

Finished reading the Trimax volume where Midvalley dies and y'know what. Yeah there is plenty of interesting potential in this relatively minor character. You're very valid. Looking forward to reading what you're doing with him in ITNL (when I get there 😔)

He's so FUNKY he has intrigued me so muchly. It's fucking hilarious how different he is in the 98 anime from the manga. I love to make fun of him in the 98 anime. But in the manga he is just so Interesting. And he fit this role Perfectly.

I am answering the question of what would happen if manga midvalley and vash were. Not-friends. Associates. Grudging allies. Emphasis on the not-friends, bc Vash has at times forgotten that midvalley is in fact an unapologetic assassin. Sometimes it's just fun to make fun of someone who takes himself too seriously. And vash is SO good at doing that.

[innies-goth-gf]

Things aren’t what they seem.

Things aren’t always what they seem - Prologue

Pairing : Ot8🗝️ x Reader Genre : Supernatural 🦇, Romance 💌, Angst 🌧️, Fluff 🪽, Smut 🥀, Crack 🪿 Summary : You get a strange letter in the mail one day from your long lost friend asking you to meet up. What happens when you meet him and his friends and they aren't exactly what they seem? Or. You find out ur friend and his friends are mythical creatures and you live in a world amongst creatures like them and so much more. W/C : 1.1k Warnings : This story will contain a lot of dark/mature themes such as the following; Graphic depictions of violence, Drugs and Alcohol, and much more. Smut warnings : This story will eventually have smut scenes, some which may not be suited for most people. | Minors DNI | Notes : So I’m fairly new to posting on here and tbh I haven’t seen many people post multiple chapter fics so idk if this’ll do well or anything but I decided to post this here anyways. I actually started this like beginning of June but had to stop writing by mid July because of medical issues and couldn’t pick up writing again till last week. I’ve only recently gotten back into writing since then so I hope that I’m still ok at it and that you guys will enjoy. I also uploaded this a while ago on Ao3/Wattpad if you’d prefer to read this one there. (Ao3 : Seungmins_goth_ff) (Wattpad : hansgothgirlfriend) [Master list] [Things aren’t what they seem - Series]

You had one goal, get home, and get in bed.

You’d woken up today with a plan in mind, relax and lounge around. Of course though, life has other plans. Your boss has called you at the crack of dawn, asking you to come in since they’d be short staffed. Obviously you agreed, you always had a hard time saying no.

So now you were walking back home after a long shift, wanting no more than to get into bed and stay there.

Without even realizing it, you were already walking inside your building. Inside you grabbed your mail, not even bothering to check it before making your way towards the elevators.

Once you neared them, you spotted a familiar figure. “Oh hi Alex!” You exclaimed, greeting the man who stood by the elevators. “Oh hey what's up?” He asked.

The elevator doors opened just then, letting you both inside. “Not much, just haven’t seen you around lately so I wanted to say hi,” You replied. “Ah, I’ve been busy with work you know? Thankfully I’m going on a vacation soon!” he replied enthusiastically.

“Ah sounds nice!” you reply. “Yeah, what about you? Isn't summer break for you soon? Got any plans for that?’

You pondered for a bit. You didn't have much planned, you didn't have any friends to hang out with. “I dunno, maybe just chill at home?”

“Ah well hope you can enjoy your summer break, see you around!” He said, stepping off the elevator. You thanked him and wished him the same, stepping off yourself and walking towards your unit.

‘Man, what AM I gonna do all summer?’ You thought, walking into your apartment. Well, that’d be something you’d figure out later. Right now, you are going to chill in bed and order some food. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, tiredness taking over you.

You set your things down on your coffee table and slumped on your couch, stretching a bit. You reach for your purse to grab your phone when something else catches your attention. A letter in between all your other mail.

‘Huh, what's this..?’ You grabbed the envelope and checked to see who it was from.

“From: Channie ;)”

“What the fuck no way…” You whispered to yourself as you tore the envelope open. Taking out the paper inside you began reading it.

“Dear Y/N,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? How have you been? I hope you've alright.

I know this letter probably comes to you as a big surprise. You probably have a lot of questions for me and I know I have a lot of explaining to do. For that reason I am writing to you. I would like to explain everything to you properly, in person.

I know this might be a lot to process but please think about it. Please think about it. And stay safe out there Y/N, I miss you.

Love, Channie ᡣ𐭩”

Behind the note there was a plane ticket and another little note simply saying “Don't worry about a hotel either. Just come from the airport to this Address.” with an address written down.

Speechless couldn’t even begin to explain how you felt right now, you didn’t know how to even begin to process what you had just read.

Before you’d even realized tears started spilling out of your eyes, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You began to sob, your living room filled with ugly crying and hiccups here and there.

You really couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe he was still alive out there. You felt a mix of emotions, you were happy to know he was alive and fine but part of you was angry. You were angry at him for leaving you by yourself, leaving you suddenly with no explanation.

You’d known Chan all your life, you grew up with him.

Meeting him was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, he was your closest and only friend growing up, he was always there for you and cared for you. You loved him to death.

But your friendship had only lasted till your second year of high school.

You remember it so clearly, almost as if it had happened yesterday.

You’d woken up that morning and done your usual routine, brushed your teeth, washed your face, did your hair, picked out an outfit, and did your makeup. Just like every other day.

Usually, on your way to school, you’d meet up with Chan for a quick stop at the convenience store, just for some snacks.

You were almost at the front of the store, yet you didn’t see a sign of him in sight. Still you waited and waited till for him, the seconds turning into minutes and the minutes into an hour. You couldn’t wait any longer than that, you’d be late.

That day during school he didn’t turn up, nor did he the next, nor the weeks that followed. It’d been ages now, not having heard a peep from him. You were super worried about him, it wasn’t like him to miss school this many days in a row, much less not tell you about it. None of your texts seemed to go through, you were growing more and more worried by the day.

You have tried everything. You called, texted, and asked everyone you knew if they had seen him or his family. You even turned up to his house a few times to try to find out what had happened but every time you went there was no answer, no signs of anyone inside, not even a car in the driveway.

Soon you had come to find out that one day he and his whole family had just disappeared with no explanation. No one knew how or when. They probably left sometime during the night so no one would notice.

Ever since that day you never stopped thinking about him, wondering what happened to him, if he was ok or not, why he left.

That was, until today.

You sat there and thought long and hard about it. You were starting to have doubts as to if this letter was even real or if any of this was legit. It's not like you were just going to blindly follow what this letter says without much questioning. But in the back of your head, something told you that this was real. You felt it, and you trusted your intuition.

Jumping up from your couch you started heading towards your room. You had made up your mind. And so, you started packing.

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Working Lunch

Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader

Plot? What Plot? It's straight up Hopper porn. It's not alluded to in this story but Reader is younger than Hopper like late 20's to his mid 40's as I'll probably string this, the Dirty Dancing story and others to come into a linked series of oneshots.

Warnings: Smut with a capital S, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), p in v sex, creampie, rough sex, rough Hopper, size kink - we live for Dad bod! Hopper, semi-public sex? Light choking? Do better warnings shithead.

It’s a slow day at the diner, mostly due to the beautiful day outside, sun blazing in through the windows, making the vinyl booths almost too hot to the touch. You let out a huff, it’s bad enough that you’re missing the sunshine, but you’re also missing Hopper. The two of you have been super busy with work, helping Jane study, trying to fix up the cabin, most evenings you’re both so tired you crawl into bed with only a small kiss or two before succumbing to exhaustion. You thrive on affection, something that Jim was usually only too eager to give, so you’re feeling significantly touch-starved and needy.

You wonder what Jim is doing right now, it’s almost lunchtime, you knew from Flo that’s he’s barely been stopping to eat and when he does it’s usually from the station’s giant tray of donuts. A devious little idea starts to form in your mind, you could take Jim some lunch and maybe, just maybe get some attention whilst you’re there.

“Hey Donna, would you be ok for half an hour if I take some lunch over for Hop?” You ask your colleague, who is currently overfilling the sugar dispensers in a daze.

“Oh, sure sweetie take the time you need, it’s not exactly Grand Central.” She smiles, gesturing to the empty tables as you quickly make up a BLT, shoving it into a paper bag.

“Call me at the station, if it picks up.” You say, pressing a grateful kiss to her cheek.

The midday sun hits you in a stifling wave, heat gathering about your ankles from the burning sidewalk, you’re glad to be wearing your light pink work dress as you skip across the street towards the station.

It’s barely cooler in the building, despite the numerous fans humming and grating on every available surface, Flo has her nose pressed into a gossip magazine when you clear your throat.

“Hey there hunny, you here to see the Chief?” She smiles indulgently at you.

“Just thought I’d bring him some proper lunch for once.” You say shaking the bag.

“You’re too good to him, you know that?” Flo reminds you affectionately.

“I know.” You laugh, heading down the corridor, waving at Powell in greeting from where he’s stood by the xerox machine. 

  The door to Jim’s office is shut, no doubt to keep Callahan from bothering him incessantly, you knock smartly on the wood, buzzing with excitement to see the man on the other side.

“Yeah?” Jim grunts and you roll your eyes at his manners opening the door, he’s pouring over some paperwork, head in his hands not having bothered to look up, the air stale with cigarette smoke and coffee.

“Special delivery for Jim Hopper.” You chime, shutting the door with your butt.

His head shoots up straight away, the deep frown of concentration on his face morphing into a beaming grin that makes your heart swell and sputter. 

“Well this is a surprise.” Jim says happily, pushing his chair out, moving quickly around the desk. His large hands envelop your waist pulling you close, you wouldn’t be surprised if the heat from his palms burn a hole through your dress.

“It’s lunchtime, can’t have the big, strong, Chief of Police going hungry.” You smile, holding the paper bag aloft.

“You’re too good to me.” He murmurs, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“You know it’s funny, Flo said exactly the same thing.” You tease, chasing his lips for a kiss of your own.

“She did huh?” Jim asks, eyebrow cocked, hands drifting down past your waist to cup your ass. “Well I can’t have my best girl going around thinking she’s underappreciated can I?” He teases, bringing you flush to his body, kissing you hard.

Your head is spinning as his tongue licks into your mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he manhandles you, lifting you to sit on the edge of this desk. Jim hitches your dress up, hands disappearing under the fabric to rub along your thighs, his lips quirk up in a cocky smile when he coaxes another soft moan from your throat.

“So eager baby girl.” He croons, sinking to his knees in front of you, finger hooking at the waistband of your panties dragging them down slowly revealing your wet core. “Jesus baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me.” Jim groans, placing heated kisses to your inner thighs, up and up, until his nose nudges at your sensitive clit, tongue swiping through your creamy slick before pushing in.

“Jim!” You gasp, head thrown back, fingers tugging at his short hair.

He growls against your cunt, hands grabbing at your ass, dragging you forward so his tongue fucks you deeper. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, aware that the majority of the Hawkins’ Police force is just on the other side of the door, but it’s hard to concentrate when Jim is lapping at your pussy in such a sinful way. Two thick fingers replace his tongue, stretching and scissoring, making you ready for his cock, the tip of his tongue now firmly focused on your sensitive clit, circling insistently.

Your body seizes, shivers wracking up through your spine as your orgasm pulses from your belly down to your curled toes and back again.

Jim is on his feet, frantically unbuckling his belt, unleashing his thick, girthy cock from the straining confines of his uniform, the tip ruddy and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You can only reach for him, with hooded eyes, head tucked into his neck as he leans over you.

“Fuck.” Jim grunts, lining himself up with your weeping slit, pussy stretching with a delicious burn as he works his way in. You already feel impossibly full, whimpering with each thrust, the edge of the desk digging into your back, your nails biting into Jim’s shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, hauling you up to his chest, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

“Hop, fuck, want you to bend me over your desk.” You whine, licking the sweat from his exposed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” He says in awed disbelief, pulling out, flipping you over and slamming back in, in one fluid motion, flicking your dress up over your ass so he can see his cock piston in and out. His large hand strikes the back of your thigh, leaving a welting red mark that makes you squeak, the sting only sending you closer and closer to your climax again. Papers, pens and clutter falling to the floor with the force of Hopper’s movements, fucking into you without hesitation, drunk on the tight, wet heat of your pulsing cunt.

“Jim, baby, I’m so close.” You whimper, tucking a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, feeling his heavy balls slap against you.

“Oh Jesus.” He huffs, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises, there’s a knock at the door but Jim doesn’t stop if anything he drills into you harder than ever. “Go away - I’m busy!” He yells, breathing heavily.

“Yeah - Chief I have a question abou-”

“Callahan - if you don’t step away from my fucking door right now - I will fire your sorry ass!” Jim shouts and you have to stifle a giggle, which cuts off abruptly into a strangled moan as Jim presses against throat, hauling your back to his chest. “Something funny baby girl?” He growls in your ear, biting down on the sensitive lobe.

“Jim -” You whine brokenly, he bats your hand away from your clit, circling with his rough thick fingers.

“That’s it doll, come on my cock, lemme feel you squeeze me.” He encourages, voice rough and low.

The tight band in your stomach snaps, wave after wave of burning pleasure coursing through you, making your legs shake.

“God fucking dammit!” Hopper chokes, snapping his hips in staggered thrusts, his cum filling you to the very brim, leaning heavily against your back, trying to put his weight onto the desk, panting from exertion.

“Jim -?” You murmur weakly.

“Yeah baby?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing soothing circles over your back.

“We squished your sandwich.” 

[justmeinadaze]

Ghost in the Machine Part 2 (Eddie X You)

A/N: It seems I need Daddy Eddie lately <3

Warnings: Daddy Rockstar Eddie and Fem Stripper Sub Reader, SMUT, degrading, dirty talk, FLUFF, ANGST, reader mentions that she doesn't talk with her parents, fears about releasing control, Eddie doesn't push her (He's a sweet boy), mentions of their jobs and the negatives. Nothing too dramatic in this one.

They do have a text conversation in the beginning and Eddie's is in red.

Word Count 4511

Part 1 Here

“Good morning, pretty girl. Or afternoon rather. I don’t know. All I know is I’m up.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to say I hope you have a good day and we should be finished by about 7. See you later!”

You smile at the messages Eddie had sent you wondering if you should reply. You didn’t want to seem too eager but you didn’t want him to think you didn’t care. 

Ugh! What is it about this man that is making me think shit like this?

Throwing your phone aside, you decide to not respond and go about your day like you normally would. The problem was you didn’t have anything to do. After taking a shower and making lunch you found yourself sitting on your couch zoning out as you scrolled through the tv. After a while you gave up, throwing the remote on the table, and grabbing your laptop. 

I shouldn’t look him up. We’re going to talk later and what’s online probably isn’t all true anyway. 

Sighing, you guiltily type his name in the search bar and browse what comes up. 

As to be expected, a lot of information about Corroded Coffin came up first. You skimmed through regular bio pieces about how they formed and how excited they were when their first single became popular. A few had videos attached that you played, watching how Eddie behaved. He was slightly reserved during each interview, trying not to sound nervous as he spoke. When you found some videos with fans, however, his whole demeanor changed. He became so much more animated and smiled wide as he talked to people especially little kids who had on Corroded Coffin t-shirts. 

There were a few tabloid reports about actresses he supposedly dated or slept with. One article had a blinding white light flash in his face as he tried to shoo away the people taking the photo. One of the articles had a video of him being thrown into a cop car, sticking out his tongue as they drove away. 

Is this who he really is?

You began feeling yourself get antsy forcing you to click away from articles like that and scroll through his social media. It looks like the only thing he had was an Instagram he barely used however a lot of the pictures he did have made you smile. There was one fairly recently with him standing next to an older gentleman who was wearing a shirt with their band name as they both stood backstage at what you assumed was one of their concerts. Eddie was holding up the rock & roll symbol as the other man was mid laugh. 

Your phone suddenly dinged as a message came through. 

“Hey sweetheart. We’re taking a little break here but we’re almost done so I should be there in about an hour or so. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, Eddie. No problem.”

Closing your device, you began to get ready for your visit from a famous rockstar. 

#####

Eddie smiled wide as you giggled at his story about the shoot. When he showed up, his hair was relatively styled and he was wearing some light make up they put on him. While you two ate the food he brought, he regaled you with stories of other photo shoots that had been way more chaotic as well as some stories from the road. 

He did make a mental note that you didn’t respond with stories of your own or even say anything really. You continued to grin as you sat there nodding your head and intently listening in as you hung on to his every word. 

“Well, sweetheart, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I’d love to know a bit more about you.”

“Oh, there isn’t much to tell.” 

His eyes scanned over you as you took a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze. “Why do I doubt that?”

“Good question because you shouldn’t.” The metalhead tilts his head to your remark, relishing your sassy tone. “Honestly, there isn’t much to me. I moved here, I strip. I’m broke so I signed up for the ‘side business’ and now I’m here.”

“Mhmm and before you moved here?”

“I lived somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“None of your fucking business.” 

This time Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he glared in your direction. Sass, he loved, but out right disrespect was something completely different.

“Look at me. I said look at me, little girl!” His voice raised as you turned away from him at his first request. “I can handle your attitude but you will treat me with respect and not fucking talk to me like that. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”, you sneer through clenched teeth. 

He weighs the options of forcing you to say it correctly. You weren’t technically his yet but you had let it flow so freely from your lips last night that he considered giving you a bit more of a taste of what a relationship with him would be like or at least the kind he preferred. 

“Good.”, Eddie exhales. “Y/N, I’m not trying to pry but I’m not one of your clients or whatever. I genuinely just want to learn more about you.” He notices you soften slightly so he jumps on the opportunity. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we play a game.”

“Game?”

“Yeah, a game. Think of it like twenty questions. I imagine you did some snooping today before I came over which I also assume has you wanting to ask some questions of your own. Ask me anything you want and I swear I’ll answer but in return I would like you to do the same.”

When your eyes find his chocolate ones again, you can’t help but smile at him. He seemed so sincere and you already told him you struggle with releasing control like that so you thought he would know how to guide you through while getting you to slowly open up. You finally nod and his grin grows.

“Ladies first.”

“Oh, I feel special.”, you smirk. “Ok, um, on your Instagram there’s a picture of you backstage with an older man. Is that your dad?”

Eddie blinks as he scoots a little closer to you. “Interesting. Before I answer, may I ask why out of all the questions, THAT is your first one?”

“You seemed different next to him, happier. It made me the most curious.”

“Fair enough. Wayne was very much like a dad but he’s my uncle. He raised me for a good chunk of my life.” He gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “Do you get along with your family?”

“Define ‘family’.”

“How about we stick with mom and dad for now?”

Swallowing, you push down the urge to tell him to fuck off. “My parents and I haven’t talked in a very long time.”

He nods before taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “Yeah, I know how you feel.”

Eddie’s eyes briefly flash that same glint of loneliness you noticed after he gave you his phone to put your number in. Your brain runs through multiple topics to ask, fearing that if you stay on your current one, he’ll want to dig more into your history or he’ll continue to be hurt by his own. 

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

“I’m scared.”

His eyes immediately locked with yours as he searched with concern. “Of me?”

“No. I told you last night I struggle with letting go of control. A lot of my history…my life…I’ve kept to myself and never really talked about it. I get the vibe that your kind of the same. I don’t want you to be hurt or force yourself to tell me things.”

Eddie turns his body a bit more to face you as he speaks. “Y/N, you’re right. I don’t go around talking about my history because it’s not something people need to know especially since 99% of the people that walk into my life walk right back out again. But…I don’t know, baby. Maybe I’m just really hoping you’ll stay.”

You pleasantly sighed at his last sentence and he smiled in your direction. 

“How about this? How about we talk shop. I tell you what I’m looking for in a relationship and vice versa.”

“Can we still do the questions? Because I have a few there.” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “You said you want to talk care of me. What exactly would that entail?”

“Everything, I guess. I want to talk with you about things like our days or anything really. I want you to feel comfortable being open with me not just emotionally and mentally but physically.  I want to kiss you till your lips are numb. I want to make you cum till you beg me to stop and then some. I really want to handcuff you to my mattress and fuck your tight little pussy till you can’t walk straight.”

Your eyes closed as you tried to control your breathing. 

“Was that too much?”

“No, no. I, um, so this wouldn’t be…intimate?”

Eddie blinked again as his head tilted. “Define intimate.”

“Are you going to get jealous about men at my job?”

“Are you when it comes to mine and other women?” You shake your head and he nods. “No I won’t get jealous but I want you to know that…you at least don’t have to do that ‘side business’ anymore. I can help you if you need money for anything.”

“Eddie, I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“How about you think about it this way? Instead of fucking multiple men, you’ll only be fucking me. I can give you however much you usually make in a night and then some.”

It’s your turn to nod as you push some hair back behind your ear.

“Is there anything you don’t like, Y/N? Something I should steer clear of.”

“Don’t…hurt me. I mean I like it rough but not too rough you know?”

“Gotcha. So no canes, flogs, or any of that other stuff?”, he playfully smiles. 

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“What?! Pretty girl like you in your field doesn’t know about that side of the BDSM spectrum?”, he asks in a lighthearted tone making you laugh. 

“What about you? Anything I should avoid?”

“A couple. One I’m a little steadfast on, the other has some wiggle room.” Eddie takes a sip from his drink before placing it on your coffee table. “I, um, I struggle with being touched. I spend so much time getting grabbed on day in and day out sometimes I just need a minute.”

“I understand that.” His eyes shift to you as he watches you speak. “I mean, obviously, as a stripper men think I’m free reign. When I have a bad day or something I just need people to go away. Can you let me know? Like whenever we see each other, if you don’t want to be touched just tell me and I can fuck off.”

Eddie laughs at your choice of words and it makes your smile widen. You liked his tooth filled laugh; it seemed genuine. 

“Of course. But I expect you to do the same.”, he scolds with joke filled eyes.

“Yes, sir.”, you giggle. “What was the other thing?”

“Disrespect. I can handle sass but disrespect…”

“Define disrespect.”

“The way you answered me before. ‘None of your fucking business’.”, he mimicked making you blush. “I don’t like that. Don’t talk down to me either.”

“Aw, poor rockstar. You don’t like being talked down to or put in your place?” You knew what you were doing and so did he. When he glanced your way again, you could see the fire. It wasn’t necessarily angry but more like he was amused. Now if this is what that looks like, you’d hate to see fury because his beautiful brown eyes were currently burning holes into your own. 

“I don’t know, whore. Do you?” Your mouth fell open at his response as he slung his arm over the back of your couch and scoot so close to you that his knee was touching yours. “I’m not like the other men you fuck, Y/N. I’m not going to throw a tantrum because you talk back or leave because you hurt my feelings. I have no problem playing your game and putting you in your place.”

“Said the man who struggles with ‘disrespect’.” You say the last word in a deep, sarcastic dad tone as you grin wickedly in his direction. The chuckle that leaves his lips, however, startles you as he looks away and runs his hand over his shirt, pretending to straighten it. 

“Oh, baby. I can’t wait for you realize sentences like that have consequences.” Eddie continues to look anywhere else that isn’t your face and it kills you. You desperately want his attention again. “You said nothing too rough but what about things like choking or hitting?”

“I don’t mind either. The, um, the way you choked me last night was okay.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“No. I’ve never done this before.”

“Ok, we can utilize the stop light system. If I ask you what color you’re at, green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. Just say red if you feel uncomfortable.”

“Alright, Eddie.”  You growl in frustration as his eyes remain downcast. “Eddie? Please… can you look at me?”

“Oh? Little girl wants my attention? After being a brat a moment ago, I don’t think you deserve it.”

Your instinct is to touch his chest and curl up on his lap, cooing in your high pitch voice you use on the job to get him to do what you want but after his confession about being touched you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. Plus, you have a feeling your normal tactics won’t work on him here.  

Sliding onto the floor, you place yourself on your knees next to his leg.

“Please, Daddy.”

Eddie’s chest deflated as his eyes closed, trying to hide the pleasure hearing you say that gives him. When he opens them again, they meet your big doe ones as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“I really did just come over with the intention of talking to you.”

“I know. We can still just talk if you want to or maybe we can watch a movie…” As you glance towards the tv, he places two of his fingers under your chin, and turns your face back to look at him. 

“We’re not going to watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Oh, um, ok. Do you want to maybe see my bedroom?”

Eddie nods and as he rises to his feet, he extends his hand for you to take, helping you off the floor. 

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.”

He steps into your personal space and just like last night you can feel his cigarette smelling breath warming your lips as he hovers just above them. 

“Thank you…?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you whisper. 

“Good girl.”

When you don’t move his smile widens as he gestures down a hallway with his eyes and you laugh nervously before leading him to your room. 

“Aw, this is cute.”, he grins as he looks around taking everything in. 

“What did you expect, Mr. Munson? Some neon lights with a stripper pole in the middle.”

You watch him as he continues to explore, ignoring your sass as he scans through your music.

“Geez, I didn’t think people bought albums anymore.”

“I do. I like the way they sound.” Walking over to where he was standing, you run your fingers through you collection and pulled out one he definitely recognized. 

“Well shit. I didn’t know we sold any physical albums either.” Taking the Corroded Coffin album from your hand, he quickly gave it a once over before handing it back to you. “Seems like you don’t listen to it very much.”

You shrug as you place it back in with the others. “What album gets you in the mood for work?”, he asked.

“Huh?”

“You’re getting ready for the evening to go to a client’s house or to the club where you dance. You know it’s going to be a long night of hoots, hollers, and flirty touches with drunk assholes until 3am. What do you listen to, to get you mentally in that headspace?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I think it just depends on my mood.”

“Let me ask you this then. Did you listen to music when you got ready to come over last night? What did you put on?”, he asks when you nod. 

Lightly moving him to the side, you grab the album on top of another stack by the record player and set it up before carefully dropping the needle on the record.

“You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious You keep dreaming and dark scheming Yeah, you do.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours as the man begins to sing and he can see the music already affecting you as you begin to lightly sway. 

“It’s a band called Two Feet. They’re rhythm and lyrics just…” Your voice trails off as he continues to watch you. He doesn’t move or say anything and his strong, powerful demeanor is making you wetter by the second. This time you move, pushing your body so close to his you can feel his heartbeat against your own chest. His chocolate eyes scan your face before landing on your lips. 

“I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning You're holding me down and Holding me down You're killing me slow So slow, oh no I feel like I'm drowning I'm drowning.”

“Please, Daddy.”, you whisper, desperate to feel his mouth on yours. 

Eddie obliges tilting down to kiss you firmly as his fingers tangle in your hair to bring your face as close to his as possible. Walking you backwards towards your bed, he falls on top of you as his lips continue to dance with yours. 

“Y/N...I need to hear…hear you agree to…what I’m asking for.”, he pants out between each peck and heavy breath. 

“I—we can end it at any time?”

“Of course. Of course, sweetheart.”

“Ok. Ok, Eddie.”

He softly smiles as his fingers caress your cheek. “Can I see your body? Can you show it to me, please?”

“Please? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You treat me with respect and I’ll do the same.” 

Rolling to his side, he allows you space to remove your shirt and pull down your jeans with your panties.

“No bra? Naughty little girl.”, Eddie teases as runs his hands along your legs. “You really are beautiful, princess.” Guiding your leg over his waist, you licked your lips as you felt the tips of his fingers glide ever so gently up and down your inner thigh. “Look at you. I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and you’re making a mess already.”, he chuckles with slight condescension that has you pouting.

“Oh, come on now, pretty girl. Don’t make that face. Is all of this for me?” When you only nod, his palm lightly but firmly slaps down against your folds making you yelp. “Properly, please. I want to hear you. I always want to hear you.”

“Y-yes, Daddy. It’s all for you.”

You both groan as he slides his fingers between your lips, the sound of your slick causing the bulge in his own jeans get tighter as it pressed against the denim.

“Fuck me, baby. Can Daddy taste you? Are you going let Daddy make you feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please. I need you to.”

After yanking his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor and slides his body between your legs, tenderly kissing parts of your skin along the way. When his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds, your eyes roll back as you loudly moan.

Eddie can’t help but laugh under his breath at the sound. 

“Do you like how my tongue feels, pretty girl?”

“S-so wide. Please don’t stop.”

He does as you ask and your whole body comes to life as he explores every part of your cunt; making mental notes at what makes your whimper the loudest. Coming off you, he gathers some of your arousal with his fingers and slowly pushes two of them into your entrance.

“Goddamn it, sweetheart. You are so fucking tight.” His mouth eagerly wrapped around your clit as he pumped his digits inside you. Eddie’s eyes remained on your face as he watched you squirm and play with your breasts. 

“Yes, Daddy! Pl-please! I’m gonna…”

“That’s it, baby. Let go and cum for Daddy.”

Practically screaming, your body shook as you came, your hips grinding against him. Eddie continued to lick you, smirking as he felt your body twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

Kissing his way up to your lips, his smile grew wider as you beamed up at him with hooded eyes. 

“You did good, princess. You taste so good and your pussy is so tight. I’m going to ruin you when I fuck you.”

“You’re not going to fuck me now?”, you whine.

“No, Y/N. Not tonight.”

“Do I get to at least make you cum?”, you ask gesturing towards his groin. 

Leaning against your headboard, he collects you to his side till your head was on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead. 

“You want to make Daddy cum, honey? Go ahead and take out my cock.”

Your eyes remain on his as you tug at his belt with one hand before unbuttoning his pants and guiding them down his hips enough for his cock to spring free. You had felt him the night prior but seeing him now made your eyes widen. He really was going to ruin you.

“You can touch me.”, he murmured.

Licking your palm, you reached out to hold him and his dick twitched at the contact. Your mouth salivated as your thumb grazed the pre cum already dripping from his slit. Eddie deeply exhaled at the action but as you leaned forward with the intention of choking on his cock, his hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. 

“Nu uh. I said you could touch me not taste me.”

“Please, Daddy. I really want to.” He shook his head and you whined. You actually whined like a child as you crooned your face into his neck. 

His fingers roughly tugged on your hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“Who’s in control here?” Your lips formed into a thin, defiant line causing him to yank harder making you moan at the action. “Answer me.”

“You are, Daddy.”

“If you want to keep giving me that fucking attitude, Y/N, I can jerk myself off while you watch. Be grateful I’m allowing you to do anything.”

“Can I at least spit, please?”

Taking hold of your palm, he brings it to his lips as he lets a glob of spit fall into it and places your hand back around him. Watching his face, it killed you that it was now contorted in annoyance. You wanted him to feel as good as he had made you feel.

As you began to stroke him, you curled your body closer to his and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to give you attitude. I just want to feel you in my mouth so badly.” Eddie moaned at your confession as your hand twisted around him, your thumb occasionally grazing his tip. “I want to feel you in the back my throat. I want you to feel me gag around you and make a mess over your cock.”

His calloused palm ran down your side till you felt his fingers pinch your nipples making you mewl in his ear. 

“That’s right, Daddy. Touch me. Use me to cum.”

“Fuck. F-faster, baby.”

“Is that you need, Daddy?”, you coo as you pump him quicker, squeezing your hand tighter around him.

Eddie’s lips land on yours for a passionate kiss as his tongue massages your own. You mewl at the taste of yourself as his mouth travels down your cheek to your ear.

“Your hand feels so good on me, sweetheart. Fuck… maybe if you beg me…D-Daddy will let you swallow his cum.”

As his lips and tongue caressed your throat, his ear hovered just close enough to your mouth for you to whisper you pleas to him as he groaned at the sound. 

“Please. Please let me taste you, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl. I promise. Please…”

Eddie’s jaw went slack and you felt his face scrunch against your skin. Roughly gripping the back of your neck, he guided you over his cock and you opened your mouth just enough for him to thrust himself inside of you. 

“Fuck me, babygirl. Your mouth is so fucking warm. Don’t move. Daddy’s going to give you what you want.”

After a few more sloppy movements of his hips, he grunted above you as you felt ropes of his release hit your throat. As soon as his hands fell, you utilized the opportunity to run your tongue along his tip, licking him clean. 

Gently kissing up his stomach, you laid your head on his chest as you listened to him breathe. It took him a while before his fingers finally reached up to play with your hair as he laid his arm on top of the one you had strewn across him. 

“Eddie? What are the rules for after?”

“That’s up to you, sweetheart. Do you want me to go?” You didn’t see but he softly smiled as you held him tighter.

“No…but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m actually quite comfortable if I’m being honest.”

“Me to. Which is new for me.” He cranes his neck to look at you and you lean back a bit so your eyes can find his. “If I’m being honest.”

“I don’t know if this needs to be said, Y/N, but you’re safe with me. If at any point you do feel uncomfortable or you need tell me something please feel free to be open with me.”

Nodding, you smirk as you sit up, grabbing the bottom part of his jeans at the legs and tug them off before throwing them aside. Eddie watches you with amusement, grinning as well as you tug his shirt over your head and climb back into bed to pull his boxers back up over his hips. 

Turning off your bedside lamp, you take his hand, and place his arm over your waist as you melt your body into his own. Sliding his other arm under your pillow, he leans forward to softly kiss your shoulder as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Good night, pretty girl.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

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[chiriwritesstuff]

Meet Me at the Farmers Market - 8. Compliance

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Chapter Rating: E, MDNI (18+)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Roleplay, This is FILTHY, Too much porn, not too much plot, Daddy needs to EAT, ok?, Talks about OSHA Compliance, Wear the proper PPE if you're going into a job site, okay?

Summary: Joel catches you in improper PPE, so you do what it takes to not get shut down...

A/N: Hello there!

I thought I would give you all a little treat before Christmas! I will be posting another chapter on Christmas day, so enjoy this little bit of fun before then!

This chapter takes place before Pt. 4.

"Hey Joel, good morning!"

You peek out from your office at the back of your shop, a bright smile on your face as Joel shuffles into the barren space, still a construction site riddled with pieces of reclaimed wood. Coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, Joel ambles toward his worktable in the corner. "Mornin'," he grunts, a subtle grin appearing as he secures his tool belt, slung low on his jean-clad hips.

Casually strolling over, you join him, smoothing out your overalls and adjusting your oversized flannel, your hair neatly woven into braids. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Figured I'd kick things off with the display cases, checking out the designs we agreed upon. Found some great pieces of oak at the reclaim center-" Joel's words trail off as he finally notices you, his eyes widening, mouth slightly agape. You catch him mid-sentence, twirling a pigtail around your finger, biting your lower lip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Something the matter, Joel? See something on my face?" you tease, offering a small, playful smile.

His Adam's apple bobs as he pivots back to the plans laid out on his worktable. "No, you just look pretty today."

"Oh, do I?"

"Well, those overalls are all wrong, being that they're short and all, and those boots," he motions to your feet, "Are they OSHA-regulated? Don't want you hurting your pretty little feet."

You laugh, a sound that fills the shop. "Just trying to keep things interesting around here, Joel. Wouldn't want you to think work is the only thing worth looking at." Your eyes appraise his form as you slide between him and his worktable. "You don't look too bad yourself," you tease, drawing a finger down his chest to his toolbelt. "I love a man in uniform, especially when they wear it so damn well."

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his voice husky.

"Do you now? Is it because I'm paying you?" you cheekily reply, "If I put on this hard hat, maybe you'll look the other way if the city asks about my compliance. I would hate to be shut down for something silly like my attire."

"Well, with an ass like this," he grabs it for good measure, large hands caressing the span of your cheeks, squeezing as he groans, a wicked smile on his face - "I think we can work something out, don't you think, baby girl?" He starts to undo the straps of your overalls. "I think that we should take this off, it's not protective enough for those legs of yours," he slides the denim past your hips, letting them drop to the floor as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Mmm," he moans, "Turn around for me, I need to get a good look for my inspection." He turns you around as he takes in your ass, the fabric of your thong devoured by your asscheeks. He slides a finger between the fabric and your ass crack, barely grazing your slit. "Very, very nice," he mutters to himself. He raises his fingers coated with your slick to your face. "Wet already, baby?" he asks, his eyes blown. "Fuck, what am I going to do with you? What are you going to do to make your indiscretions up to me?"

"I can't afford to be shut down, Joel." You plead, grabbing his hands as you take his slick-coated fingers into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He pulls them back with a satisfied pop. "I'll do anything, please Joel."

"First of all," he whispers, his fingers undoing the buttons of your flannel slowly, "I'm gonna need you to redress with the proper PPE-" he says, opening your shirt and exposing your breasts as he groans in appreciation, grabbing the safety vest on his worktable. "Put this on, and sit that pretty ass on the table." You shrug off your flannel, smiling as you grab the vest from his hands, shimmying it on. "Like this?" you ask, your nipples peeking out through the neon mesh as you lift your hips onto the table, spreading your legs more to present yourself to him.

"Just like that, baby, that's much better," he says as he settles himself between your legs. "You know, I shouldn't be drinking coffee on an empty stomach, maybe I should get something to eat," he kneels down, settling himself on his knees as he takes in your pussy, his fingers slipping through the flimsy lace between your slit. "You're fucking drenched, look at you, is this honey all for me?" You nod as he slips his fingers through your folds, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Uh uh, baby. None of that. You keep your eyes on me, Daddy needs to eat."

You arch your back and whisper something incoherent, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form. "Please Joel, can't have you working on an empty stomach…"

"Well," he smiles as he slips a finger into your cunt, his finger so thick that you flinch at the sudden intrusion. "If you're offering… Fuck Sunflower, she's crying for me. Absolutely fucking weeping." he takes a deep breath as he pulls the fabric of your thong harshly to the side, ripping it off of you as you yelp in surprise. "Joel! those were my favorite panties!"

"You can just write them off, hazards of the job, right?" he replies, the flat of his tongue diving into your folds as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. "You keep your eyes on me as I feast on this pussy," he mumbles as he devours you, gripping your thighs as he locks his eyes on you. "Try not to blink, baby, watch me finish my meal. Gonna have to prep you to handle some heavy machinery, can't have you getting injured on the job site."

"Fuck Joel, just like that, I'm so close baby…" you mumble, harshly grabbing onto his hair as he moans in appreciation. He slips another finger into the warmth of your cunt as he continues to lick and suck, the sound of your wetness obscene as it echoes in the vastness of your empty shop.

"You think you can take one more? I need to make sure you can take it, baby."

"Please Joel, I can take it, give it to me-" you stutter, your body shaking as he leads you to completion, the safety vest spread wide open as you play with your nipples, tweaking the pointed buds as you shift your hips, tilting them as he continues on, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. "I'll be so fucking good for you, Joel, please- I'm gonna…" You gush into his mouth, the wetness of your slick coating his beard as you ride on his fingers, your body taut and tight as your thighs quiver. You haven't gotten used to being used so thoroughly, feeling faint as he smiles in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he rises onto his feet.

"Fuck, baby, best breakfast ever. Do you think I prepped you enough to handle my machinery?" he cheekily smiles as he settles himself back between your legs, your hands blindly reaching for the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as you reach into his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers, the tip red and angry as precome starts to leak from the slit. "Fuck Joel, is this going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, baby" He breathes as he notches the tip at your entrance, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he pumps his shaft, his hand going to your folds and gathering your slick, pumping his cock once more as he wets the shaft. It's so fucking unhinged, so fucking obscene with the noise it makes, squelching as he guides himself to you once more. "Let me just test it with the tip, let me work you up to take me, okay baby? I'll make it fucking fit."

"Shit," he roars as your cunt envelops his wide tip, his hips pushing into you back and forth in shallow thrusts. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing down to your breasts as he slowly adds inch after inch until he's fully sheathed inside your channel, his breaths short as he allows you to adjust to his size. "Fuck, are you ready, Sunflower? Can I move?"

"FUCK Joel, you're so deep like this!" you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lowers you down onto his worktable, capturing your lips in a kiss fervently, all teeth and tongue as he starts to pound into you in earnest. You claw at his back, your fingers grabbing onto his shirt so tightly you swear you hear a rip, crying into his neck "Please, Joel, please fuck me harder! I can take it! I can take it all!" He slides a hand under your ass and tilts your hips until he's hitting that spot, so delicious you're rendered speechless. A tear falls down the slope of your cheek, you swear he licks it off you as he kisses you once more.

He stands upright once more as he takes in the sight of his cock buried into your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs as you make a mess of his worktable below, your plans ruined and soaked. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking perfect, so perfect for me… I'm going to come, do you want me to come in this pretty cunt?" he mumbles incoherently, "Are you gonna milk me, baby?"

"YES yes yes yes" you nod absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck Joel, come inside of me, let your cum drip down my legs as I work today, let everyone know who owns me…" He collapses on you as he plunges into you one last time, filling you with his hot release as he kisses you. "Fuccckkkkkk," he says as he kisses your neck, his breath hot as he attempts to steady his breath. "I didn't think you would be into roleplay, honey. It was so fucking hot, we need to do this again."

You smile as you push him off, removing the safety vest as you grab your clothes on the floor. "What time is it? Tommy should be heading over soon, need to make sure he doesn't walk into a warzone-"

"Let him walk into one, I don't care," Joel says defiantly as he buckles his jeans.

Like clockwork, there's a tap on the window, still covered up with an easy mask. "Hey! Anyone in? Joel? Sunflower?" Tommy's voice calls out from behind the door. "Let me in, alright? It's hot as fuck outside!"

You smirk as you fiddle with the straps of your overalls. "Speak of the devil," you say, kissing Joel once more as you make your way to the door. You put on a smile as you let Tommy in, Joel back at his worktable as he hurriedly rolls up the ruined plans.

"Took you guys long enough," Tommy chides, handing you a cup of matcha. His face scrunches as he takes a whiff of the store. "What is that smell?! It smells fucking awful!"

Joel throws the safety vest onto himself as you laugh, walking back into your office as Tommy looks back in confusion. "What?" he exclaims. "It does!"

[ejzah]

A/N: Bates returns with an intriguing offer for Deeks. Set post series finale and assumes Deeks resigned before the twins were born.

***

I’ll Make You an Offer

The doorbell rang mid-afternoon while Deeks was washing a load of dishes. He hurried to answer it before whoever it was rang again and woke the twins from their nap. They’d been sleeping pretty well the last couple of months, but he still didn’t want to risk it.

When he opened the door to find Roger Bates on his porch, he blinked twice in surprise, then automatically checked for signs of armed men of imminent catastrophe. The immediate area was unoccupied though, aside from their elderly neighbor walking her cat.

“Bates. Please tell me you didn’t come to abduct me again.” Deeks held out a hand, which Bates shook with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“That was a special circumstance,” Bates assured him. “I promise I’m not here for any nefarious reasons.”

“Oh, well then come on in,” Deeks said, stepping to the side. Bates followed him back into the kitchen, where he stood for a few moments, before settling at the small table.

“It’s been a while,” he commented. He looked ill at ease and vaguely out of place in such a domestic setting. Actually, Deeks couldn’t remember if Bates had even set foot in this house, let along any other since he stopped living in crappy little apartments.

“Yeah, it has,” Deeks agreed. He finished emptying the sink of the last few dishes, gesturing to Bates. “You want a drink? We’ve got water, juice, beer. Milk.”

“Did you really just offer me milk, Deeks?” Bates gave him an incredulous and disgusted look.

Deeks shrugged it off; it was nice to know he could still push his old boss’s buttons even after a few years away. It would be nicer still if Bates’ presence didn’t usually mean something unpleasant.

“Hey, I live in a house with two babies under the age of one. Milk is a constant. And also surprisingly soothing at night.”

“I’ll have a beer,” Bates grumbled. “And don’t make it one of those hipster ones with the coffee or peanut butter in it.”

“One non-hipster beer dining right up.” Digging around, Deeks came out with a Heineken, cracked the top, and set it down in front of him. Bates took a drink and grunted his approval.

Deeks spun a chair around backwards and sat down facing Bates. “Ok, so why don’t you tell me why you’re here. As much as our relationship improved from our early days, and I like to think that you consider me the son you never had, you’re not really the type for spur-of-the-moment visits just for fun.”

“Still saying saying ten times as many words as you have to,” Bates said, but he almost sounded fond. If the man was capable of such a thing.

“Well, now I’ve got kids, and the experts say talking to them is great for language development. So it’s really the responsible thing to do as a parent,” Deeks responded, leaning on his crossed forearms. “Now quit avoiding my question.”

“You’re still damn annoying.”

“You sweet talker.” Deeks offered Bates a wry smirk that never failed to tick him off in the past.

“Fine.” With a glare that suggested Deeks had taken the last doughnut or stolen his parking spot, Bates started talking. “LAPD is in serious need of experienced officers and detectives. Particularly in the undercover unit—”

“Roger,” Deeks sighed, but Bates held up a hand.

“You didn’t let me finish. The department is willing to offer you a significant promotion. They want you back.”

“Forgetting the fact that they axed my liaison position with NCIS and then furloughed me for months,” Deeks reminded him wryly.

“What do you want, an apology?” Bates asked.

“No. I’m just pointing out how the tables have turned. Also, I think that would be super awkward. Don’t you?”

Sighing again, Bates regarded him without any of the performative contempt. “It would come with a significant increase in salary as well. The department wants you back and you’re not working for the feds anymore.”

“No, I’m not,” Deeks murmured softly.

“So, what do you say?”

Deeks considered the question for a moment, even though he’d known what his response would be from the moment Bates introduced the topic.

“I appreciate the offer, but no. I left NCIS for a reason. I can’t even imagine going back to the undercover unit, even with more seniority. I enjoy living without that kind of fear,” he said seriously. Bates’ eyes widened at his honesty.

“Wow, you really have changed from the risk-taking lone wolf I knew.”

“I’ve got Kensi, three kids, and a house we own. Yeah, I’ve changed.” Deeks chuckled. So much had changed, and for the better.

“You sure you don’t want to think about it for a few days. Run it by Blye?” Bates offered, though based on his expression he knew it wasn’t going to make a difference.

“Nope. Now, you can hang around if you want. I need to start dinner before the twins wake up,” Deeks said, pushing up off his chair. “You don’t strike me as a man who enjoys babies, but Sophia and Caleb would love the attention.”

“Not a chance in hell, Deeks,” Bates told him with a grimace. “You seem happy. Good for you.”

“Thank you.”

“It would be a lot easier though if you were divorced.”

“Touching, sir.”

Shaking his head, Bates walked himself out of the kitchen. “You take care of your family, Deeks.”

“It was good to see you too!” Deeks called after him.

[sieglinde-freud]

so the way endings in awakening work is a bit off if you have the gay mod because it reads single people normally, but married people have the man’s ending read, and then his wife just. attached. and so that alters which ending you see for both of them. unfortunately, that means if i have f/f pairs, which most of them were, i dont get to see any because none of them were read. and at least with the second gen, i did almost entirely f/f pairs, which dont show up, or m/m pairs, which had nothing written, so. everyone please give it up for gerome and cynthia, the only second gen ending i got to see!

😭😭 good for them!!! anyways unorganized final thoughts under cut so i dont have to make a whole other post for it

awakening lunatic sucks! but project thabes makes it suck a little less. in all honesty i had a lot of fun, awakenings a good game to revisit, and finding a way to make it challenging while being able to use my favorite units (awakening second gen) ever was awesome. normally having all 13 (or 14 in this case, with both morgans) would break the game, but lunatic kept the enemies strong, so it didnt matter what my units had. i actually got overwhelmed a lot 😭 HUGE difficulty jump between hard and lunatic all i’m saying. and then the games like “hey now u have lunatic+ if that interests you” NOOOOO THANKS.

anyways. here are my top three guys according to the medal thingies at the end

im so proud of them :3 of all the kids really but yeah these three were huge standouts. virion actually got a change in the mod where one of his subclasses was swapped for myrmidon, so yarne got to inherit astra which was actually insane? it procced ALL THE TIME so. that was crazy. chrom!inigo and fred!cynthia are always good thats not new but they were really clutch in the last few chapters. i had them both hopping around classes for most of the game bc thabes redoes skill progression so. IT TOOK CYNTHIA SO LONG TO LEARN LUNA. ITS FROM WYVERN LORD. GOD. she went through a LOT of classes yall dont even know. also honorable mention to marc and morgan, the best rallybots ever, and dancer lucina, who was outserving everyone she was in a scene with. my girl.

like ok serving cunt on the back of the god youre about to kill? get it girl!

anyways so for second gen pairs i did: lucina/f!morgan, owain/m!morgan, inigo/laurent, yarne/brady, severa/kjelle, nah/noire, and cynthia/gerome and you know what. i think i have a great taste. a lot of these were born from being unable to do other pairings but thats ok. i liked how it turned out. though i was gonna do nah/noire anyways because they were actually like. an insane duo. honestly im surprised noire didnt get a medal thing bc i feel like her nostanking with nah backing her up got me out of so much shit. maybe its because i didnt see her ending… oh. oh wait thats probably it. well. anyways.

i think awakening is not a properly balanced game, nor are the maps made for a difficulty like this. towards the end game especially, the maps are just. flat. most of them anyways, and they just become really repetitive and bland and boring. and despite this being the game with the tactician character of all the time, they dont really allow you flexible strategies, because if youre not pair up stat stacking, you will die! and that sucks. mid game is alright, but the last arc is really weak and kinda dampered my whole experience. im glad i did it, but i wouldnt actually reccomend it to anyone unless you like to play like that (which is totally fine! its just not my thing). definitely requires some solid planning as well. all in all, not the worst fire emblem ive played but… well. im not doing it again. ok anyways heres inigo mouthing off at grima

[rhodesrider]

Superman

Roman R. x Little!Reader (Feat. Platonic! Jey and Jimmy Uso )

Minors DNI // 18+ // Age Regression warning

~

“Wait wait, you think Roman is who?” Y/N shushed Jey and Jimmy quick picking at her fingers nervous of her caregiver coming out of his office to see what was all the commotion. Jey blinked looking at her confused until he put two and two together. Not only was the poor girl in her little space but she noticed small things about Roman to make her think that he was Superman.

“Babygirl. Roman is not Superman.” Jimmy snickered some, but Y/N was serious. “Oh? Then why does daddy leave at weird times at nights and in the morning?” She smirked. But jey had a answer for that. “Y/N he goes on night runs and morning Jogs.” He sighed. “Sure he does, next your gonna say he not allergic to green glowing things.” She sighed. “He’s not?” Jimmy countered. “Then why did he throw away all my glow sticks?!” She said. “They were in the floor baby.” Jey laughed. She soon felt her face hot, she groaned and walk away knowing that her daddy was Superman. “If they don’t believe me, I’ll just make my own investigation.”

She ran to Romans’ office knocking on the door smiling as he opened it. “Hey princess, daddy’s quite not done yet but what’s up?” He squatted down to her kissing her cheeks. “Daddy could I get some printer paper? I ran out of sketch paper..” she pouted. He nodded and he went in his office right quick leaving the door cracked. She peeked in the door looking in seeing if she could find something abnormal. She scanned the room using careful eyesight and soon saw a pair of glasses on his desk. She stepped from the door as she hears footsteps and received the printing paper. “Thank you!” She smiled and ran off back to the living room where her uncles were playing the game. “Guys! I knew he was Superman!” She said in a hushed yelling tone. Jey paused the co-op game and looked at her while Jimmy just laughed a bit. “What other evidence you have?” Jey said not really wanting to entertain this but it seems like he doesn’t have much of a choice. “I saw “reading glasses” on his desk.” She said. “Daddy has great vision why does he need glasses?” She smirked happy with her evidence. “Well I mean that’s not enough evidence hun, every 30 year old man got glasses for reading.” After hearing the slight rebuttal she pouted. Jey was talking to her but out of the corner of jimmys eye he saw Roman peeking, he pulled his phone out and texted jimmy. Jimmy looked at his phone and rolled his eyes.

“Just play along.”

“Wait Jey.” Jey was stopped mid reasoning and looked at his brother. “Maybe she has a point,But idk the glasses ain’t enough still. If anything hard evidence comes from facts as well.” Jey blinked and soon his phone vibrated, he peeked at the text and groaned. But still kept his character. “Man, there’s no way that man in there is Superman.” He got up putting the controller down and walked away. “Uncle Jey doesn’t believe me…” Y/N pouted sitting down in his seat. “But I do.” Jimmy smiles. “Roman goes to bed at 10 o clock tonight. We can look around in his study some more.” Jimmy smirked. Y/N nodded excited and hugged her uncle going to get ready for bed. Soon out of sight Roman and Jey popped up again. “Why are you like this?” Jey asked Roman. “Look I think it’s kinda cute! Besides it could be fun.” He smirked. “So what u got set up?” Jimmy asked and Roman started to plan as so.

~

“Ok sweetie this is the plan.” Jimmy legit was going all out for this. He made a map and everything. Of course with Romans way of setting it up leaving a valuable little treasure in the safe. Y/N ran down most of the plan and gave some important notes in scented markers. As everyone heads to bed, Y/N sneaked out her room and so did Jimmy heading to the study. He opened the door slow and looked in giving the ok to start the investigation. The flashlights moved around the room and Y/N was so excited to find something a piece of evidence to show that her amazing caregiver could be the man of steal. “Hey over here.” Jimmy called as she was looking in his cabinets losing focus. Jimmy pointed to the safe. “Wait, uncle we don’t have a code.” She point feeing like the job was pointless. “Hm. What do you think the code would be?” She thought long and hard, soon remembering. She punched the code in and it opened after two beeps. “My birthday.” She smirked and peeked in seeing something was glowing. “Wait…a rock?” Jimmy was a bit confused, but he looked over at Y/N seeing her eyes sparkle. “No uncle. It’s kryptonite.”

~

The next day rolls over and Roman stepped out his study looking down at his phone. Soon stepped out Y/N, getting mentally prepared for what she’s about to try. “Hey daddy..” Roman turned around and soon saw the green stone in her hand. “I’m sorry!” She closed her eyes getting it closer to Roman and he had to act fast. He soon groaned a bit and moved back acting as if he was getting away from the stone as much as he could. “Pumpkin where did you get that?!” He asked peeking at her, she through the stone away far from them and she went to him in tear thinking she hurt the poor “superhero”. “Daddy I’m so sorry I knew your secret are you Okies?!” She sniffled and checked him really worried. It touches his heart seeing her so caring about him sometimes. “Well sweetie…you finally know. But you have to keep it secret for me. No matter what. Daddy has enemies that want him to disappear.” She nodded fast and hugged him smiling brightly. “I knew it.” She giggled.

But how long will this game continue? Check out next time ;) I’m pretty sure the friends he called would love to play along.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hi! This is the previous anon here! I would like to ask for the angst to fluff with chi saki if youre up for it! Maybe Angel gets pregnant and shes scared the Kai will want to get rid of it when she really wants to have it so she leaves out of fear and kai has to go find her and find out why she left, and maybe possibly Pops already knows because why wouldnt Angel trust him like that😅 Thank you again! You're writings incredible! happy holidays and New Years!

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"No..." You breathed out... your chest seemed like it was physically contracting each second it passed.

Picking the toilet paper with shaking hands, you started to roll up the test so you could throw it out right at the bottom of the trashcan of the house.

"That must be a wrong positive... it must be..." You whispered in panick as you started to almost ran our of the house to go to the nearest pharmacy possible.

"Hey what's the rush for?" You froze. Of course Pops had to spot you... Pops out of all people.

"Not feeling well. I will be back soon." You smiled politely.

You didn't bother to explain to the elder what you were feeling as he frowned at your clear desperation.

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You muffled your screams of anguish on your hands... the tears falling down at a rapid speed down your face.

It wouldn't be possible for five tests of pregnancy to be a false positive. Just couldn't.

Now what the hell are you suppose to do now? Chisaki and you didn't even discussed about marriage, let alone kids even..

How could this happen? You two were always so carefull.. Kai was a germiphobic dear God...

You couldn't believe this...

You angrily picked all the test and ran out of the house once again to throw them on the trash as you still cried and cried all you could not even bothering if you were in the middle of the street.

You gripped on your temples until you flinched at a hand gripping on your shoulder.

"How about we go inside for a bit?" The elder spoke with a serious expression.

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"Oh my god..." the man almost dropped his tea cup as you cried even more on your hands as you doubled over on your seat. "I thought you two were-"

"WE WERE!" You shouted before widening your eyes at seeing what you had just done "I-Im so so sorry b-but i-"

"Calm down kid, calm down kid." The elder put the cup down on the coffee table "Is ok. We will figurine this out-"

"No... we won't. Kai might end up demanding for me to have an ab-"

"No. No. No. He won't and even he dares to do that I won't allow it. Well, I mean, it's your choice so-"

"I don't want to! But he won't!" You cried "Kai always hated being around kids, we never even talked about that!"

"My dear... Chisaki can be difficult but trust me, my boy right there loves you. He wouldn't dare to just leave you because of that or make you do something you don't want to."

You pondered over his words and exhaled shakily...

"Promise me you won't tell a thing to him pops... please... let me at least tell him that."

The old man frowned and brought you to a hug as you cried your eyes out on his shoulder as you felt his hand rub up and down your back.

"My dear you have my word."

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You wanted this kid... you had decided.

But did he..?

You peeked over your cellphone at your boyfriend on the other side if the room, speaking with Chrono as you two exchanged a glance.

"-Then the kid bumped and Rappa dropped with the good. I'm so sorry about that."

"Nasty brat." He muttered after exchanging glances with you... while you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Yeah... he didn't.

You couldn't make him a father... he didn't wanted that... how about the kid? You would have rather die than bring a kid to this world with a father that treated him so horribly...

No... this wouldn't do.

Would be tough? Totally.

But you made up your mind.

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"(Y/n)?" He opened the door of the room "I know our budget is not currently; for now; the best, but I thought maybe we-" he stopped himself in mid-sentence as he looked around the room.

Where were your things? That stupid plague plushie couple thing you bought him with your own money wasn't in the nightstand nor in the bed.

"What the-" he opened the wardrobe abruptly to find no possessions of you in there... it looked like you didn't even existed.

He left the room in a rush as he accidentally bumped onto Pops.

"Pops..." he bowed a bit as he looked around.

"Chisaki you are pale."

"Have you seen (Y/n)? I can't find her. And her clothes, possessions are no where to be seen..."

Pops for a second widened his Grey eyes to sigh with a hand scratching the back of his neck.

"You know don't you?" The young man almost growled and the elder sighed once again... he wasn't being paid enough for this. "Pops. Where. Is. My. Girlfriend?"

The man looked dead in the eye back at Chisaki before mentioning for him to sit down.

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You looked up at the door of your room being knocked... weird. The nice old lady already came to change your sheets.

When you opened the door you weren't exactly prepared to catch your boyfriend, only on his casual clothes staring right back at your soul. You swore you felt your heart stopping when he entered without a word.

"K-Kai I..."

"Pops said you left because you had something to tell me... and that you were afraid of my reaction." He spoke nonchantly.

Oh God you knew that voice... he was hurt but so pissed off at the same time.

"Is not something... according to our plans... you said it yourself that a goal without a plan is called a delusion." You mumbled, hugging yourself as he stood in front of you with a unreadable expression.

".... go on." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I... I..." You exhaled shakily "I'm... I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened. Chisaki's usually serious and nonchantly golden eyes opened wide at your words and that did not made you any less nervous.

"I swear I don't know how!" You cried "I really don't know Kai! B-But I can't! I can't get rid of them! I don't know how far am I to be honest but.... I just can't... I'm sorry.." You lowered your head down as the tears fell like a waterfall.

The silence was dreading and you just couldn't take it anymore... although, the moment you went to open the door to ask him to get out he finally reacted...

"You're right. I did say a goal without a plan is a delusion.... but you weren't on my goals before either." You widened your eyes at him grabbing your wrist gently even though he had no emotion clear on his face.

"I never planned on having a partner... but you came. And accepted who I am despite who am I connected with and my flaws... and I... truly have the deepest feelings I could ever have for you. You're literally the light of my life full of darkness.

"Where are you going with all of that?" You blinked the tears away as you watched his Adam apple bop up and down.

"I was... planning to do this on a more... sophisticated matter." He showed you a red velvet box as you widened your eyes "But it seems things had escaped through my knowledge once again."

"Kai... I..."

"I'm not going to demand you to abort this child. I'm not using a engagement ring as a bride for you to do it either. I may not be good with kids, but whatever they're going to be they are not just going to be a simple brat. Is gonna be yours and mine.... I thought a lot about this. If you aren't either to a commitment, I will understand." His gloved hands gently grabbed onto your fingers as he stared at you.

" I can't promise I will he the best parent out there... but what I can promise is that I truly and deeply care for you... and I care for them now. I will put my pride and arrogance asides for you my dear, so you can choose what will you do now. But I will be by your side still... after all, is not easy to get away from a yakuza."

You giggled and he finally felt he could breathe again.

"Look at you. Already cracking jokes.." You wiped your tears away as he lowered his mask down to peck your lips.

"... what joke?"

[orangeoctopi7]

New season of Ninjago! I'm currently six episodes in.

(also I'm writing this the morning after I watched these episodes so my thoughts might be out of order)

Awkward teenage Riyu design is cute, but in that awkward, mid-stage pokemon evolution way.

"Intelligent George" is just every adult Ninjago fan on YouTube throwing around theories over the last year.

Sorry Lloyd, prophetic dreams of doom run in the family.

Hey, wait a sec. You know who else has prophetic dreams? Why are you not going to Zane with this?

Please give Arin a "you don't need powers to be powerful" arc.

All this talk of shattering all the good inside someone is reminding me of a certain other spell used to remove all the goodness from Garmadon back in season 8, but I doubt they're actually meant to be connected.

Slightly disappointed that the pink Serpentine isn't Skales' wife.

Euphrasia couldn't take on the master of Smoke, the elemental master she probably has the best type match up against? I don't wanna sound like one of those fans, but jeez, Morro would have destroyed this guy.

The Kai-Nya siblings dynamic continues to be on point.

Wyldfyre continues to be the best character.

I was honestly expecting Sora's fear dream to be more of the same insecurities we saw from her last season, but she actually has moved past that and now she's afraid of having to go back to Imperium. I was pleasantly surprised by that.

Oof, Nya's dream is giving me so many feels. This is foreshadowing, isn't it?

"Jay would never forget me. And even if he somehow did, he'd never be this calm and collected about a stranger coming up and hugging him."

Oh. Oh, we're not seeing Wyldfyre 's fear dream? Oh, she doesn't want to talk about it? *Rubbing hands together* I think we're gonna get some backstory and lore here!

*Bonzle to Cole and Geo* "You are my da-ads. You're my dad's. Boogie Woogie Woogie."

Suddenly Basketball

Ah, the dragon masters. The fact that dragons can learn spinjitzu honestly makes sense to me, all the way back in the pilot, I thought the way the dragons spun around in order to travel to the other realms was obviously related to Spinjitzu.

I like that Rontu is basically just a typical gym coach in dragon form.

Egalt, on the other hand... Well, I do really like his design. But man, he's just every bad "teaching" method from Wu rolled into an even grumpier old man. Talking down to his students, constantly being negative instead of giving positive reinforcement, no clear instructions, giving no answers or even hints to Arin's question, nothing! Maybe I care about this more than other people because I've worked as a teacher on and off for years, but even when I first started watching the show, back when I was still in college, I was already noticing these things about Wu and they already bothered me.

Anyway, calling it now, the students from "last time" Egalt keeps vague-ing were Wu and Garmadon, and Wu learned all his bad "teaching" methods from this guy.

Bonzle being a living spell is weird, but honestly not that out of the question for a crazy fantasy world like Ninjago.

Ok, so I'm going to break the first rule of enjoying Ninjago and think about the timeline. Judging by what Wu said, I'm guessing Bonzle ran into him some time early in season 2? And when did all this with the Forbidden Five happen?

Anyway, very excited to see where this is going, if only I didn't have to work today.

[neko-sama0w0]

do you still think I'm cute part 1 Exam

this is an AU where Toga attends UA High

It was an early cold morning and the start of the entrance exam to get into UA High. Toga was standing near the front of the doors trying to calm down her nerves. “ Come on everything will be fine,” she mumbled under her breath. That's when someone bumped into her. She was able to stop from falling then she saw the girl that bumped into her about to fall so instinct kicked in and grabbed her to stop her. “ Whoa hey are you ok,” Toga got a good look at the girl. She had short brown hair and big bubbly eyes. She helped her stand up straight. “I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was,” said the girl. The girl looked up at Toga with a smile. “I'm fine but are you ok you almost fell.” “Yeah I'm fine, I’m Ochaco Uraraka.” “ I’m Himiko Toga.”

Uraraka gave a bright smile at Toga. “ Would you like to walk in together?” “Y-yeah thanks.”

They both walked into the building and sat down next to each other. “So what is your quirk like Himiko.” Toga paused for a moment she was embarrassed to talk about her quirk. “It’s pretty embarrassing and I do not want to explain here with so many people here.”

“Oh ok I get it quirks can be weird to explain,” she chuckled a bit. “ Oh, can I get your number please?” Toga was shocked but Uraraka seems like a really nice person. “ Yeah, here's mine.” “ Cool here's mine.” After that Present Mic booming voice began explaining what the entrance exam was. “ Good thing my parents gave me some blood from the lad for this.” Toga thought to herself. “ Oh looks like we are in the same area this will be fun.” “ Yeah, it will.” Toga was trying not to sound nervous.

Toga got off the bus and was standing in front of the large doors. Her nerves were getting to her again. It wasn't the exam it was the expectations set on her to pass the exam. Toga looked around for Uraraka and saw her talking to a green-haired boy. She walked over to them to see what they were talking about. “ I just wanted to thank you again for stopping me from falling.” “ It was no problem.” That's when Uraraka noticed Toga next to her. “ Himiko hey are you ready to do this.” “Yeah, I am.”

“ GET READY SET GO.” Mics voice boomed again and then the doors opened. Everyone was rushing inside so did Toga. She looked behind her and the green-haired boy froze in place, but she continued running inside. With the three vials of blood she has she drinks them and quickly transforms into a man that has super jump. She began looking around finding the robots to get points. A few minutes passed and she has about 30 points. Then she saw the green-haired boy again. He looked like he hadn't done anything yet. The ground began to shake and people screaming. Toga turns around and saw a huge robot coming this way. She was about to run away but she heard Uraraka call for help. That's when Toga saw her under some rubble. She ran back to help her. That's when she saw that boy jump in the air at the robot. “ Here I got you.” “thank you.”

Toga looked and saw him punch the robot and start falling down. “ Uraraka it's me Toga ill explain later but I'm going to catch him in the air. I saw what your quirk can do so I want you to use it on me before I hit the ground ok.” Toga quickly jumped up as high as the quirk could and caught the boy mid-air. As she was falling back down she was hoping that Uraraka understood. Then she felt a push on her back and she slowly started to fall and was able to lay the boy down. “ are you guys ok.” Not a second later Uraraka thew up. Toga rushed over and kept her hair out of her face. The blood that Toga drank started to wear off. “ Uraraka are you ok?” “Yeah but how did you do that.” “It's my quirk but lets get you some water.”

A few days passed and Toga finally got the letter from UA. Toga felt a pit in her stomach. This was it if she didn't get accepted the plan was ruined.

please note that I'm not the best but I hope you guys like it.

[superwavesmasher]

More of the hurt arm idea. Episode 23.

Rowen and Cye are a thing.

Kento is protective annoying best friend doing what he does best.

Rowen also apologizes for snapping at Ryo.

“Kento, you don’t have to carry me bed…I can walk.” Though he made no move to pull away, he sighs groggily holding his arm close to his chest, his head resting on the other’s shoulder as he’s carried up the small set of stairs in the lakeside cabin. “Besides, I’m not even tired and-“

“You were falling asleep on the couch and your arm is hurting.” The bearer of hardrock was a gentle as he could be as he carried the smaller warrior up to the room where the rest of them were sleeping. “Who knows, maybe even Ryo will join us up here now that White Blaze is feeling better.”

“Oh, that would be lovely… five of us and a tiger…?”

“Hey, Blaze could keep ya warm. If not the tiger, we could always ask Ryo.” Kento offered as he flicks the light on with his elbow. He walks over to the bed that Torrent and Strata was sharing and as gently as he could laid Torrent down on it.

“Rowen does just fine, thank you-” Cye groaned in pain as his arm was jolted. He was left breathless as he tried to relax feeling the bed moving.

“C-Cye? Did I move you too fast?”

“I-I’m a-alright…I’m afraid any movement hurts…” He offers back as best he can, his eyes clenched shut.

“Ok, Sage said to put a pillow under your arm so it can hold the weight instead of your body. Do you want to try it?”

Cye opens his eyes to see his friend staring his way looking terrified that he couldn’t fix it. He sighs forcing a smile as best he can, before he’s forced to close his eyes again. The burning sensation was back and hurt a lot.

Kento sits on the edge of bed as gently as he can so he doesn’t jolt the smaller warrior, “I’m here.. I’m not leavin’ ya. At least until your boy friend gets here. I can’t believe I got beat out by space boy…”

“K-Kento…”

He looks down grinning, “I just gotta know one thing, Cye… does the curtains match the drapes?”

“KENTO! What kind of question is that?!” Torrent growled blushing bright red. “…a-and I wouldn’t know…”

“What? Really? Nothing juicy to tell me? No midnight romps in the closet?”

“What kind of stuff do you watch in your private time?” Cye raises his eyebrows laughing weakly. “Some hentai nonsense?”

“Maybe… I don’t know… just thought you may have had some fun.”

“Kento, when have we had time? We were both injured right after the fight with Talpa, then I got injured again with my arm… not mention the fact that you and I share a room. I believe this outing to find the swords was the first time he and I had been together like this.” He cries out as his arm is lifted in mid conversation onto the pillow. His friend wasn’t rough by any means but any touch hurt right now. ‘W-What t-the bloody hell was that f-for…”

“Your arm is up where it needs to be.” Kento grins giving double thumbs up. His smile drops off at seeing a few tears escape as his friend tries to catch his breath and ride out of the wave of pain, “S-Sorry dude.. I moved too fast. Do you want me to remove the pillow?”

“D-Don’t touch it… p-please… it really hurts.”

“I’ll leave it be. …man, let me go get Sage. He can help take your pain away.”

“K-Kento, don’t bother…bother him…” Cye opened his eyes to see Kento was already gone.

*~*

“Hey Ryo..uh…. I wanted to apologize about earlier. Ya know with what I said about you not joining us to fight?” Rowen offers awkwardly as he joins the other out on the small porch attached to the house.

“Oh…no. You were right. I would have just gotten everyone hurt if we had gone for a planned attack.” Ryo leans forward on the railing looking out into the lake. “And now I have the ferver swords and my tiger has been possessed by a different tiger.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a bad thing. Sage said he didn’t feel anything bad… Blaze had all of his memories and treated us all how he did before.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“He treats each of us differently in our way…its weird.. but if you watch closely you can see it.”

“Are you ok, now?” Wildfire asks glancing over.

“Me? I’ve been fine.”

“You’re about as bad at lying as I am. You’ve been worried about Cye fighting while his arm is injured. Sage kind of explained a little bit of it yesterday… you were upset that you couldn’t trust me to keep everyone safe.” He smiles weakly sighing before looking up at the stars above them. “Not that I could blame you… I’ve been kinda suckin’ at that recently.”

“You haven’t done too badly.”

“Cye’s not ok is he?”

Rowen sighs shrugging, “Who knows. The injury is left over from Sarenbo. When he tried to break the White Armor up, each of us got injured. Sage, Kento and I healed from our injuries almost instantly. His left arm is still badly injured. Sage has looked at it and there is no visible injury that is consistent… it will be covered in bruises one day then the next it will just be swollen… regardless, he can’t move it without help.”

[emma-frxst]

The Implicit Demand For Proof (13)

Series masterlist

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.

A/N- omg you guys!!!! Only one more chapter after this and the series will be complete! I’m yelling! But fret not dear friends!! If you love our fave detective and forensic psychologist!Reader, I’m going to be writing a continuation of this series! My new fic Choking on Circumstances will be out soon! Check my masterlist for more deets! (Saying deets like I’m in the mid 2000s) if you want more Loki content feel free to send me a request and check my masterlist for other Loki content ;)

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“Hey guys let us have a look.” Rich from forensics said as you followed him into Bob Taylor’s back yard.

The two people digging backed off so you three could see.

“Two kids size department store mannequins with the heads caved in.

I just talked to our lab guys they told me all the blood we sampled from the plastic containers? Pigs blood.”

“Shit.” You remarked in disbelief. You had seen some shit but this was on your top 10 list of creepy things for sure.

You followed Rich and Loki inside the home, loki stopping to hold the door open for you. Ah so chivalry still isn’t dead.

You offered him a quiet “thanks.”

You and Loki followed him into the kitchen.

“It’s like he’s play acting. Case in-point: except for the few items ID’d by the Dovers and the Birches..All the kids clothes that we found still have the tags on them them.”

You were right- you were fucking right.

Queue ego boost in 3..2..1.

“And that maze book that we found- he made it. Photocopies. Pictures form this book we found in the attic. Ex FBI agent wrote that.” Rich explained as you and Loki leaned in over his shoulder.

“Finding the invisible man.” Loki read.

You hid your shit- eating grin by putting your hand to your face and resting it there. You were right. You knew it, and now Loki had his precious evidence to back it up. You had been quiet all morning, chalk it up to exhaustion or frustration with Loki -either would be a good excuse.

“OK, so he read the book and decided he was taken by the invisible Man. Now he’s doing his best imitation, right?”

“Yeah, he was doing his best imitation..killed himself last night.”

“How’d he do that? I thought he was in custody?”

Loki sauntered away from the counter at which you and Rich were standing, avoiding the question.

He looked at the scribbles on the kitchen wall.

“That means you were right, (l/n), holy shit. Tell him- tell Rich what you told me last night.”

Oh so now he wants to hear your theory? Where was his enthusiasm last night?

“My theory, now proved right, is he’s taking credit for someone else’s work.” You explained. “That he’s too disorganized for something of this scale. Couldn’t take one kid, let alone two.”

“Well, Dr. (l/n), I’d say the evidence definitely proves you right. The girls are still out there. Just keep knocking on doors and looking in windows.”

Before you could get another word in Loki was speaking again.

“Hey Taylor drew this.” Loki said pulling out the piece of paper. “Its a map to the bodies. It’s a map to the bodies! We found the same design on a pendant we pulled off the corpse the other day. There’s a connection. There’s a connection okay?”

“The connection is that it’s the last maze in the book. I did it, it’s unsolvable. There’s no way out. Your corpse is another wanna be who read the book. “ Rich said dismissively.

You walked away from where the two were standing, running your hand along the kitchen wall. A cold chill ran down your spine, Taylor’s home was disturbing to say the least, and yet you found yourself wishing that he could’ve gotten the psychological help he needed.

“but-but- How did Bob Taylor get those clothes? How did- how did- how did the parents positively ID those clothes?!” Loki questioned, now yelling.

“That I can’t reconcile.” He said, walking into the living area.

You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. The question still stood- how did the parents identify the clothes? You’d been racking your brain all night to find a answer. You didn’t have one. Yet.

You looked at Loki and you knew that look; you could see the cogs in his brain turning.

He pulled out his notebook. You leaned in beside him to see what he was doing.

He flipped a few pages back.

In the house

window

-Open?

You both looked at each other and had the same revelation.

“The window!” You said in unison.

“The piece of clothing Keller Dover ID’d was a sock. One sock.” Loki said, holding up his index finger. “Maybe- maybe there’s evidence still there!”

“Let’s go” you said, heading for the car, David on your heels.

While en route to the Dover residence, Loki kept stealing glances at you.

You stared out the window, pretending not to notice.

“You can say it.” He blurted out.

“Say what?”

Either she was naïve, or someone who didn’t hold grudges. And Loki knew she wasn’t naïve.

“You can say ‘ I told you so.’ “

“Loki-“ you huffed.

“Look uh- I’m uh, I’m sorry. For last night.” He blurted out.

“I appreciate the apology, Loki.” You said. “I know we’re under a lot of stress and this case hasn’t made a whole lotta sense, But I want you to know that I’m not the type to say ‘I told you so’. It’s not helpful. To anyone.”

Loki stayed silent for a few moments for fear of feelings gushing out of him like a raging river. She was so nice and understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t used to others acting so kindly towards him.

“I really am sorry, (y/n), yesterday I was so caught up in thinking Bob’s suicide was my fault and that I had royally fucked up our only chance to find the girls.. I thought all hope was lost. When you offered me hope, I just couldn’t believe it.”

“Thank you for sharing, Loki. I know it’s not easy to let others in.” You said, satisfied to get a genuine emotional response from the man.

Loki smirked as he thought to himself.

She said that as if she’s not the reason I’m opening up. I’ve known O’Malley, Rich, and Chemelnski for years and ain’t never opened up to them. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me..well I do actually…it’s her.. her presence is..comforting.

“You should know that It was highly likely that Bob Taylor would have spiraled and become suicidal anyways or would have eventually gained confidence to actually kidnap someone.” You explained, hoping to ease Loki’s burden.

Loki glanced at you once again with an unreadable expression.

“Yesterday Keller Dover told me this was all my fault. That I wasted too much time watching him. It’s not Taylor I feel guilty about. It’s the girls.”

“We’ll find them.” You reassured him.

“You think they’re alive?”

You shrugged your shoulders “we can hope.”

The car pulled to a screeching halt in front of the Dover’s house.

Loki bolted out of the car and around to the back of the house. You not far behind.

Loki then jumped over the chain link fence with ease, and you followed, albeit a bit less graceful than the detective. All the days you spent doing nothing but office work were catching up with you.

You and Loki began to search the area, you looked for footprints, clothing fibers, anything that suggested Bob had been there.

There, in the mud, was your confirmation.

Footprints. You counted yourself lucky that they were still there, it had been wet and rainy the past week so the yard was muddy and slick.

Loki knelt down to the ground under the window, his eyes frantically searching the area.

He was a bit of a mess with strands of hair hanging down around his face and his five o clock shadow peeking through. He was so attractive it was almost unreal.

“Look!” Loki said, crouching down to dig in the bush.

Loki held up Anna Dover’s matching sock with a pen.

Your eyes grew wide. “Well, I’ll be damned.” You said, crouching down next to him.

You were perplexed as how Bob pulled this off without being seen.

“Hell, if Keller Dover was out and about doing God knows what and Grace Dover has been hopped-up on sleeping pills this whole time, he may have been able to slip in undetected.” You stated.

“Yeah.” Loki agreed.

“You got an evidence bag?” He asked.

“Fresh out.” You replied. You prided yourself on being prepared. But that didn’t mean you stashed evidence bags in your pockets.

“Got some in the trunk, also a camera to document the footprints.”

“Got it, I’ll grab them.” You said searching for a gate or break in the fence. Apparently the Dover’s didn’t believe in a gate of sorts, so you had no choice but to hop the fence again.

After retrieving the items from the trunk, you handed them to Loki before jumping back over the fence.

You hoisted yourself over the metal chain link, but the slick leaves and mud got the better of you as your feet were swept out from under you.

But just before you hit the ground, a pair of very strong arms caught you.

“I got you.” Loki spoke softly, bringing you back to a standing position.

“Thanks.” You replied, locking eyes with the detective.

Once again you and Loki found yourselves in very close proximity to one another, his hands were not leaving your body and you certainly were not complaining.

Out of pure instinct, you reached up to brush the fallen strands of hair from David’s eyes.

He immediately grew stiff at your touch, shocked at the sudden intimate gesture.

He took a step back, releasing his grasp on you. Though he instantly regretted it after seeing the look of rejection on your face.

He internally cursed himself…first time someone touched him like that in years and he freaked out.

Stupid

“Uh..” he stuttered, “sorry…I- uh..we should get back. Get a definitive match on these footprints.”

You awkwardly cleared your throat.

“No, yeah, we should.” You agreed, the barely noticeable waiver in your voice was like a punch straight to Loki’s gut.

He wanted to explain..It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my trauma, my past. I’m sorry. I want nothing more than to kiss you right now. But I’m scared.

But he stayed silent. And so did (y/n).

.

Back at the station, Loki was in the forensics lab with Rich comparing the footprints.

“Yeah they’re definitely a match.” Rich said confidently. “It’s the exact same shoe Taylor was wearing when night shift processed the scene in the interrogation room.”

“Alright, thanks”. Loki said and turned to leave.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

Loki stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

“(L/N)..you should tell her.”

Loki always prided himself on being able to hide his feelings, to push them down so far they didn’t show, but apparently he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.

“Wha-how did you know-?”

“Loki, I’ve known you for a long time.” Rich said. “It’s the way you look at her.”

“And how am I looking at her?” Loki hissed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Without the same scowl you have with everyone else.”

Okay maybe Rich was onto something. “But..but she’s going home to DC when the case is over. I-“

“Yeah. That’s exactly that’s why you should do something about it now. Washington DC is not that far from here; couple hours drive at most. She obviously cares about you, and besides…It’s about time you had something more than work in your life.”

Loki walked off without saying anything, too busy pondering the wise words Rich had given him.

Maybe he was right. Loki hadn’t felt this way towards anyone in ages. He had two chances to kiss her and fumbled each one. Keller Dovers’ words about wasting time echoed in his mind. With a sudden surge of confidence, Loki decided right then and there that he was done wasting time.

-

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[devil-doll13]

Bark At The Moon.

(Prologue)

Cw: Swearing, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Weed and Alcohol

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Mid-way through their first tour of the US, the band find themselves stalled by a busted van. Unbeknownst to them, this would be the start of a catastrophic streak of misfortune.

I have been planning on Max’s backstory fic for a while and here it finally is! Or the beginning of it, at least. Hope you enjoy!

Dividers by silkholland

The sky is painted yellow, and a circling flock of birds is flying so close that he can hit them with his chubby fist. Tall white bars imprison him, but he is softly cushioned by sponge-like pillows. A fuzzy brown bear, lined with stitches, is his sole bedfellow.

“Hey, little man,” booms a tired, hearty voice. Above him, a friendly giant is looming over. His moony face is cracked and dimpled in a grin.

Max flails with joy. To his delight, the giant stretches out his massive hands and lifts him into his arms. He smells familiar… He smells of dirt and sweat and cement. He smells of cheap coffee and even cheaper hot dogs. Maybe that’s what love smells like.

Yes. Sense of smell is the first thing he remembers being aware of. The next is colour; the man’s eyes are cornflower blue, just like Max’s.

“Uhf. You’re getting heavier, kid,” he grunts.

“Daddy, when’s Max gonna be big enough to play with us?” Another, higher-pitched voice pipes up.

Standing in the doorway is a smaller version of the giant, his own blue eyes blown wide and curious.

“He’s just a baby, Roger. It’ll take a bit longer for him to start walking around.” He explains, patting Max’s back as he gently jostles him.

“Oh.” Roger blinks.

“Where do babies come from?” He asks.

The giant’s whisker twitches. Max swats at it.

“Dada!” He squeals, mimicking Roger.

Dad stares at him in shock. His eyes are twinkling. The boy’s mouth forms a circular ‘o’ shape.

“Mommy, Max said ‘Dada!’” He yells.

“Linda, Max is talking to me!” Dad shouts.

There’s a rush of footsteps and the other giant bursts in. Her hair is yellow just like the sky. Max babbles happily as a chorus of voices echo around him. Now he realises he can speak and hear, and suddenly the world doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

It strikes him only several months after the fact that this was the first time he’d dreamt of his father; a man he’d only known through mangled second-hand stories and grainy photographs. Maybe it was an omen of some kind, because several months after the fact, Max would be dead.

But not yet. Just asleep. Or, well, he’s awake now.

“Max! Max!” A familiar voice is shouting for him. It’s drowning out his memory, smothering it in thick fog… What was… Who was that…?

But by the time he’s clambering out of the backseat of the Audi, he’s already forgotten. More pressing matters are at hand, like food and stretching; his body aches from the bumpy upholstery, probably only worsened by the fact that he was lying curled up around their merch box.

“What’s going on?” He calls out groggily.

Now the whole band is gathered in a sweaty quartet, with their bassist, Austin, at the outskirts, swatting at flies buzzing around in the Florida humidity. Then, Max notices his friend Dwayne standing with his hands on his hips by the roadside. He looks agitated.

“She’s making a fuss again,” Dwayne tells him.

And Max knows immediately that it’s their van: a black Ford Transit Custom with LOCKJAW splashed onto the side in big, bold letters. A sour, sulfuric stench is curling out of her painted bonnet. Equally as sour is the expression on their lead guitarist Jett’s twisted face. His ever-present red bandana is askew, and he’s pacing like a caged animal, the way he always does when something isn’t going their way.

“I swear to fuck, if this shitty rust bucket kicks it on us this close to Miami, I’m gonna riot,” he’s fuming. “I’m gonna riot, Max, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Jett, don’t blow your gasket just yet, ok?” Comes a softer and more reasonable voice. It’s Cyndi. Her curly brown hair is so permed up today that she looks rather like a fluffy cocker spaniel.

She casts Max a pleading glance.

“Ok. Let me take a look at her,” he says, and twitches his mouth in what he hopes is a reassuring smile. It’s not the first time he’s played handyman.

Max heaves up the van’s hood and immediately recoils away from the awful smell.

“Ugh,” Cyndi gags. “Smells like rotten eggs.”

“Or one of Austin’s socks,” Dwayne agrees.

“Hey!”

Max grins wryly. He leans over to inspect the damage further, but it’s as he suspected:

“Battery’s dead,” he reports, looking over his shoulder warily at Jett. “But, uh, don’t worry. This problem is definitely and easily fixable!”

Jett swears furiously under his breath.

“…How much will it cost us to get it replaced?” Cyndi asks, carefully eyeing their van.

“Well, I don’t have a replacement on hand, so whatever the nearest mechanic charges us.” He scratches his chin nervously, still glancing at Jett.

“Right. Alright. Cyndi, you’ll…” He straightens his crooked bandana. “Sort the funds out?”

“Yeah.”

Max shakes his head and slams the bonnet down, stifling the odour. The truth was, old girl was a retired workhorse pushed too far past her prime; there were only so many times he could smack her rear into action before she fell fatally ill.

But he understands Jett’s concern well enough. She was screaming out in agony under the weight of all their equipment, and probably the worst of it was Max’s drum kit. It wasn’t as if they could lug it around in their rusted up little Audi, though.

“Hey,” he starts. “We’ll take the car over to buy a new one. Maybe some brunch too, yeah? I saw a sign back there, it can’t be far from here.”

“I’ll stay and watch her,” Dwayne says blandly.

“You sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

Austin gives Dwayne a toothy grin. He seems to have forgiven the slight from earlier.

“Don’t worry, Big D. We’ll bring you back a big sandwich wrap or something,” he says.

“Yup. Thanks, Austin.”

Jett breathes out a puff of air. There’s still an angry blood vessel pulsating on his forehead, but it seems he’s no longer threatening to explode on them.

“Come on, let’s go,” he orders.

They all bustle into the Audi. Jett sits in the driver’s seat - It’s an unspoken rule that he always takes the wheel in situations like these - with Cyndi riding shotgun and Max once again stuffed into the backseat with the merch box and Austin. He stinks of sweat and weed, the same way Jett always has the thick aroma of hairspray clinging to him. But it’s a familiar stink, like the mucky fur of a childhood dog. Max beams at him.

“Hey, man. D’ya think we’ll get to sell more t-shirts in Miami?” Austin slurs out. He’s squinting at Max like he’s still drunk from last night.

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” he reaches into the box and pulls out a scratchy strip of fabric. Their lupine mascot snarls back at him, jagged maw open wide and dripping thickly with saliva.

“If we get there,” Jett mumbles.

“Dwayne did a bang-on job,” Max continues. “Hopefully the new album art can lure in some buyers too.”

“Yeah. Wolves are cool,” Austin says. “I wonder if he’ll do me a tat for free… Y'know, since we’re buds.”

Max feels old ink itch underneath his shirt, and instinctively airs out the collar. The rottweiler Dwayne did for his birthday hurt, but it turned out gorgeous.

“By the way… My socks don’t smell that bad, do they?” Austin gazes longingly at him. This must’ve been what he wanted to ask all along.

“Uh. Only sometimes,” Max says kindly.

They’re abruptly jostled by a bump in the road. Max presses his face against the window and sees a big red billboard with ‘Spoons’ plastered on it.

“Who the hell names a town after cutlery?” Cyndi wrinkles her nose; a habit Max has always found adorable. “Jett, pull in, I think I see a garage.”

Jett grunts and jerks their car over the sidewalk. Sure enough, there’s an auto repair shop squashed between a block of flats and a donut shop, labelled plainly as ‘Mandy’s Motors.’ Max feels Austin writhe beside him as he unbuckles his seatbelt, and shuffles out the cramped backseat with as much grace as he can manage. The shrill screech of metalwork assaults him the second he’s out, and he winces.

“I’ll go in. You guys clear off,” Jett says curtly.

Max figures he needs a little time away from the rest of the band; or maybe he just wants someone to yell at who won’t cause a fuss on the trip to Miami. Cyndi apparently senses this too, because she swiftly corrals Max and Austin away towards a nearby phone booth. The passing pedestrians are dressed as if they’ve never left the last decade - all headbands and bell-bottoms and florals - and they reel away from Max as if they’re nauseous; a reaction he has gotten quite used to over the years.

Austin pats his shoulder with urgency.

“Hey, man. Look.” He points to a bright, eye-catching diner on the outskirts of town. “Brunchtime.”

And that’s exactly what’s flashing them from across the road in large, curly font. Max glances over to Cyndi in a way he hopes doesn’t seem too desperate.

“You don’t have to look at me anytime you wanna spend money, you know,” she giggles. “Go on, boys. I’m hungry too.”

Max feels a sudden rush of affection for his girlfriend, and he slings an arm around her shoulder to kiss her temple, his nose twitching at the smell of her perfume. She quirks a smile and leans into his touch, not caring how Austin pitches a retch at the sight. The doorbell chimes as they step in, leather boots and high-top sneakers clacking on the shiny tile floor.

“Oh, wow. It smells just like my grandma’s angel cake in here.” Cyndi says, shrugging off a cuddly Max. They all slide neatly into an empty booth.

“I always thought angel cake stank like a wet dog.” Austin offers up unprompted, and Max can’t help but crack a silly grin.

“Austin!” She slaps his arm half-heartedly. “I’ll have you know, our late and great Ellen Richardson would’ve beaten you with a spoon for that!”

“I’d sit up on the countertop while she whipped up the batter…” Her eyes dim like they have shutters on. “Jesus, that was so long ago.”

Cyndi lays back in a daze, as if the memory had threaded a ghostly hand through her hair.

“Not that long ago,” Max comments.

“Well, ok, I guess not. But still, it tasted way better when I was nine,” she says breezily.

“Oh,” Austin smirks. “Y’know, I read in a magazine before that our senses of smell and our memories are like, super connected and stuff.”

“Uh-huh?” Cyndi humours him.

“Yeah. Yeah, so basically it has to do with the brain and… Like, the parts in it.” He fumbles slightly.

“What kinda magazine are you talking about, anyway?” Max asks him, curiosity piqued.

Austin brightens up again.

“Dude, it’s called ‘Strange US.’ I have a subscription, and it’s cheap, too! I’ll lend you a copy. There’s so much that the government is hiding from us, you don’t even know the half of it, man.”

“You mean UFOs? extraterrestrials?” Max quickly starts filling in the blanks.

“Max, don’t you start with the aliens!”

“But there’s gotta be something out there, Cyndi! I mean there’s nothing to disprove it, right?”

“Yeah, sure, but that doesn’t mean…”

Cyndi narrows her eyes dubiously.

“Where did you find out about this, Austin?”

“Guy about a year ago from our old campaign,” he scratches his nose. “Like, tabletop.”

Max nods eagerly. He remembers him, even more so since he was DMing at the time.

“Yeah. His name was Trey, right? He used to go on about how our system wasn’t like ‘real magic…’”

“There’s a whole bunch of these secret organisations, too,” Austin continues. “Working behind the scenes, y’know, making sure we don’t find out…” He waves his hands around, almost bowling over a nearby bottle of ketchup. “Like, men in black, in disguise.”

Max leans forward, lowering his voice:

“Austin, it’s totally a thing… There used to be this super tall bald dude that always hung around our local playground. He’d just sit and watch us.”

“Woah. For real?”

“I never found out what he wanted from us, though. He was creepy, but not in your usual way, more like in a… I don’t know, he was like a hall monitor. I could never make out his face, y’know?”

Then, Austin pales into a papery white.

“Oh. Max… There’s an entry in one of the issues…”

“It’s a load of bologna,” Cyndi interrupts. “Come on, you two don’t really accept this crap, do you?”

But their awkward faces seem to imply that they do.

“Unbelievable…”

“Have ya’ll decided what you want yet?”

Max turns to see a young, blonde-ish waitress who’s chewing bubblegum. He quickly fiddles with a menu, only realising now he’d been too distracted to look.

“Oh. How about… Um, eggs and bacon?”

Cyndi sheepishly blurts out a request for syrupy pancakes and Austin orders a cheeseburger. The waitress jots it all down with a smack of gum and roller-skates away. Max is rendered dully aware of children in other booths craning their heads to stare at their patched jackets and band shirts, tightly-laced parents urging them away with disgust. He guesses their small town world just isn’t ready for this much rock n’ roll yet.

“Hey,” he says, already feeling uncomfortable. “Keep it for me, will ya? I’m gonna go check on Jett.”

“Ok, Max. But don’t take too long.” Cyndi warns him.

The oppressive atmosphere lessens somewhat as he steps outside. Damn, at least city folk are better at hiding their contempt for you... It was a bit stuffy in there, too, all boxed in and clouded heavily with tobacco smoke. He wonders when they’ll ban it.

Max cuts past a throng of people and hurries over the road, hands stuffed casually in his jacket pockets. On an empty block near the outskirts of town, there’s a construction site. It’s developing a mould of apartments that are about half-way formed, manned by sweaty, red-faced workers chewing on sandwiches and leaning idly against the scaffolding. While passing by, Max catches a whiff of cement, and for some reason it smells painfully nostalgic.

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[mythicandco]

OK OK HERE WE GO

this is also gonna be long i also love these kids too much (and if some of this doesn't exactly align with timeline canon then uhhh. forgive me? this is just the silly brainworms) [same rules from your ask, everything platonic yadda yadda]

Jonah, Adam, and Evelin have all known each other since they were quite young. Adam and Jonah basically since kindergarten, and they met Evelin in late elementary/early middle school. They were a fun trio for a long time and did basically everything together. Then Adam and Evelin officially got together in early high school and things started to drift. Jonah felt more and more like a third wheel, hangouts were few and far between, basically the beginning of Adam and Evelin's relationship was good for them but not good for the whole group.

Mid-end of high school is when things started to fall apart between the two of them until it all led to the breakup. This would also be around when Adam's obsession with Alternates got more and more present and the investigations started. However, this was also when Evelin and Jonah got closer, they kinda bonded over feeling mistreated by Adam and would vent their frustrations to each other. Jonah was never really angry at her during the relationship, he just kinda felt like he was left behind, so being able to explain his frustrations to her allowed him to release a lot of pent-up stress.

Similar to what you said, Adam and Jonah are basically inseparable. they were like The Duo of every school they went to. yknow. The Two Weird Kids Duo. Jonah was loud and brash but wasn't really good at making friends, Adam was a brooding and mysterious loner, no one ever expected them to get along but they did. Jonah was always the nervous and cautious one though. Adam was the one dragging the two of them to random hangout spots. yeah Jonah would do stupid shit, smoke in school, etc, but he never really put their safety on the line like Adam would sometimes. The reason that after everything, Jonah still sticks around is because Adam was his first and closest friend. While there's not a lot of verbal "hey you mean a lot to me man" going around between the two, there's a lot of driving each other home after a bad night, buying food for each other, making sure homework is done at the very least--however correct or incorrect it is. like i said, actions speaking louder than words.

Evelin is really sensitive. She's a strong kid, don't get me wrong, but she's easy to worry and such. She was very hesitant to break up with Adam, she put up with a lot and constantly told herself that it would get better. When things only got worse and Adam's behavior just became more and more odd, she knew what she had to do and it really broke her heart. Again, this is someone she's known and cared about for a long time so it's hard to let go. After the breakup, I believe she still cares quite a lot, but with everything going on it's just so difficult to confront again.

That being said, she's probably one of the smartest of the bunch. I tell ya, she definitely helped the BPS when getting their equipment, I'm fully convinced she would take money out of her own paycheck to get them stuff to use from MandelaTech. She also did this to help Dave feel better on bad business days. He might be out at the time, she'll put some money in and pocket some stuff, and when he comes back she tells him that a few people actually came in. She cares a lot. Also i think she's a math whizz. I don't know why. I just think she's good with numbers.

Sarah, oh boy Sarah. Sarah met the trio in high school, she knew of them but didn't really know them until Adam joined the BPS and introduced them to her. She actually rather likes Jonah and thinks he's really smart for backing out of some missions that look extremely sus. She admires his judgment and is like "yes. good. self-preservation. someone around here has it." She would interact with Evelin everyone once in a while and it was all good things. She was really grateful for the stuff she would bring from MandelaTech and she would ask about Dave every once in a while (i believe in Dave being Mark and Sarah's Uncle, but I also believe in Sarah being very distant with him because of his association with Thatcher. She does still love and care about him which is why she would ask Evelin how he's doing). Sarah and Adam is a really sad friendship i think. I think when they first met because of him signing up for the BPS they got on really really well. Her being genuinely interested in the paranormal Adam being a bit of a skeptic but having a fascination with Alternates. It made for good friendly debates and just some fun times. The fascination with Alternates did throw Sarah off a bit (i mean. yeah obviously. the trauma), but there was something about the fearlessness that Adam would talk about them with really inspired her. She had always grown up terrified and angry, but hearing someone talk about them without fear made her feel strong. Of course that all kind of came crashing down when he brought her to an actual literal Alternate crime scene which she definitely wasn't ready for. There was definitely a prominent rift in their friendship after that. She still cared but hangouts would become less and less frequent once more, and she then joined the "He's Being Very Weird And We Feel Victimized" weekly sunday brunch club with Jonah and Evelin.

When it comes to the four of them as a unit, Jonah is their heart. I can't explain why I feel this, I just feel like he was the beam of positivity they all had to look to. Deep down, he's utterly and completely terrified. He's mortified of losing his friends both just by them leaving him and by them dying. He constantly feels the need to schedule hangouts, go out and do things, and just remind everyone "hey! we're alive! isn't that awesome!" He's also definitely the one that'll take one of them off to the side to say "hey...are you alright?" Especially with Sarah. Even though he smokes, he notices that she does it a lot (i believe Sarah would probably struggle with a smoking/drinking problem due to the amount of stress she deals with), and he always checks up on her to make sure she isn't going through cigs like wildfire. He's not the "responsible" friend, but he is the most caring. Sarah is the micromanager. She feels the constant need to know where everyone is and what they're doing (not in a stalky way but in a "i need to know where you are so that if you don't come home i know where to look and report" kinda way). She loves them but she's terrified of becoming too close, she can't really lose someone like that again. Evelin is like Jonah but more downplayed. She's quieter about her care, she definitely likes when they all hang out as a group, even if she doesn't know Sarah that well. Adam, however caught up in his emo bullshit he is, takes immense comfort from the group being together. He can't exactly articulate what they mean to him, but deep down he's surprised and awed by the fact that there are people around him who genuinely care for his wellbeing. Of course, as the Alternate influence gets worse on him, this perspective is distorted, but I imagine once he regains consciousness after Catalyst, he's going to be a mess realizing how much he's hurt his friends.

Oh and finally orientations. I believe Adam is bi and somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. Evelin is bi. Jonah and Sarah are the biggest gay/lesbian solidarity duo ever. I rest my case!

SO YEAH THAT WAS A LOT. I CARE THEM. A LOT. i apologize i think i got carried away asdghjasdhjk i really like talking about them asdghjk

HOOAOGUHGU I LOVE THESE

Evelin Jonah Adam friendship from a young age,,,oh I love that

Dave as the siblings' uncle aw I love that too

the three of them doing group therapy over adam's weirdness. god they've got some interesting coping mechanisms but I supposrt it

Sarah being a little bit protective because Trauma,,,so real. so true

SMART EVELIN. YES. ALWAYS

Jonah's the heart. again, always. he's just. yeah

Adam is just There but he's also like. the most ambitious I bet and yeah yeah yeah

Sarah and Jonah lesbian/gay solidarity YES. CORRECT. 100% CORRECT ALWAYS.

a-spec adam is so real.to me [<- relates to adam alot and is also a spec]

YEAH YOUR HEADCANONS ARE LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF MINE LMAO,,,imagine our slightly-different versions meeting that'd be so funny omg [kicking legs like a schoolgirl]

[fizzytaste]

This is kink content. Don't like, don't read

Asahi looked around the movie theater, fidgeting with his bag. He was already late for his date with Nishinoya and now he couldn't even find the boy. Why do those things happen to him?

Luckily for him, Nishinoya had a much easier time spotting his boyfriend and waved at him with a smile.

"Asahi! Over here!" Following the direction of the voice, Asahi managed to find the other one and it was with a sigh of relief that he started walking toward him. Nishinoya got up from the table he was sitting on, going in his boyfriend's direction too.

"Oh my god, Nishinoya, I'm so sorry for being late, everything went wrong, I had to help my parents with a bunch of stuff, there was this old lady that needed help crossing the street-" started to ramble as soon as he got close enough to the other.

For some seconds Nishinoya didn't even know how to react to that storm of anxiety, but he quickly recovered and went on to reassure his date:

"Hey, man, don't worry, it's-" he stopped mid phrase, a look of discomfort on his face that was replaced by a burp that sounded like it came from deep down his stomach, leaving his mouth in a explosion loud enough to replace Asahi's anxiety with surprise "it's fine. I kept myself busy trying to learn how to burp my ABCs while I waited for you" he giggled, letting out another, much smaller, burp, holding up a now empty bottle of soda, which he promptly threw away in the closest trash can. 

It took Asahi some time to process that information. He looked around at the many people surrounding them, some even gazing at Nishinoya and felt his face heating up with the embarrassment that the smaller boy definitely never felt.

"In public?!" Asahi's usually deep voice reached an almost high pitched tone as he faced the boy, wide eyes and all. 

"Yeah" Nishinoya shrugged as if it was nothing, already walking without waiting for Asahi, who reached the smaller boy only to shoot him a look of silent exasperation. Asahi had no right being surprised, this was normal Noya behavior, but it seemed like he always felt embarrassed for the two of them.

"Are you, like. Feeling okay?" Were the first words he managed to let out.

"Sure. Just a bit burpy" as if to demonstrate, he burped again. "Let's go already, I don't wanna lose the beginning of the movie. You," he pointed an accusatory finger at Asahi "Are gonna buy popcorn, soda and shit. It's your punishment for being late" said, smiling after to make sure Asahi knew he wasn't actually mad.  

"Sorry about that. I don't think you should drink more soda, though, you look full already" 

"Ha! Not even close, besides," he gulped some air and punched his own chest, freeing a loud, throaty burp that lasted for long seconds "I'm already making room" giggled. Asahi had to stop himself from whimpering as that clearly caught the attention of some of the strangers at the place. 

"Oh god, Nishinoya" he probably still sounded on the verge of tears, cause the smaller one laughed, giving him some comforting pats on the shoulders. 

"I'll wait for you inside, here's your ticket" said, getting it from his pocket and giving it to his boyfriend.

"Thanks" With that, Nishinoya went ahead, leaving his boyfriend to wait in line to buy their food.

At least he didn't have to wait much, lines always made him anxious, soon he was carrying a medium sized popcorn and two cans of soda, he only hoped it was enough, despite his size, Nishinoya could eat a lot. 

"Come sit Asahi, the movie has already started! And why didn't you get a large one?" Was what he said as Asahi sat down by his side, grateful that he didn't trip or anything while walking in the dark toward their seats.

"I figured you ate something while you waited for me"

"I did, but that's besides the point!" Said, already getting himself a handful of popcorn. Asahi smiled faintly.

"Ok then, we can get more food after the movie, how about that?" 

"Yeah, I like that" Noya agreed through a mouthful. "Man, finally we get to watch this movie I was waiting to see it for, like, weeks now.

"I know, you've been talking about it for weeks now" Asahi replied fondly, getting himself a much smaller amount of popcorn and eating much slower. 

"If it's not as good as I think I'm gonna fucking lose it" said, shoving so much popcorn into his mouth that some fell from the sides, all of it he promptly moved on to picking up, even the ones that fell on the floor.

"You're not going to eat that, are you?" 

"Huh? 'Course I will! Five seconds rule, dude!" 

"No, don't eat food from the floor!" Asahi tried to take the popcorn away from his boyfriend's hands, but Noya seemed determined to not waste anything, so after a few moments of struggle, as soon as he found an opening he shoved all of it in his mouth, letting out a victorious laugh as he chewed. Behind the couple, some people shushed them, clearly annoyed at the noise they were making. 

"I'm sorry" Asahi whispered at the strangers, then turning to Noya with a properly exasperated expression.

"Tastes the same to me!" the younger boy said, at least bothering to lower his tone.

"If you get sick-"

"I'm not gonna get sick, I have a great immune system"

"I know you do, but"

"Asahi, sweetheart," Noya didn't use pet names unless he was doing it sarcastically, which was the case "I'll be fine. Now pass me that soda, I'm thirsty" Asahi gave him a worried look, but did what the boy asked. 

Nishinoya opened the can and, because he never did anything slowly, started to chug the soda, every gulp going down loudly through his throat, some drops falling from the sides of his mouth and his chin, until he put it down, several seconds later, crushing the empty can as he let out a powerful burp, echoing through the theater for long moments, it was his loudest one so far.

Asahi could only stare, feeling his cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Watching Nishinoya was sometimes like watching a car accident. It's chaotic and messy, but you can't look away. 

And Asahi would never say it, but it was especially hard to look away when he was acting like that. When he was crass and gross and loud. Oh god, how could he be so loud? How could such an explosion of sound come from such a small guy? He didn't know, but it was always a vision. Nishinoya, opening his mouth to release that type of noise, his entire body vibrating, as if it came from deep within his being. The sigh of satisfaction he released after, like he was doing right now, as he patted his belly, ignoring all the looks he was receiving. 

"Noya!" He scolded the boy in a whisper, turning to his boyfriend with disbelief on his face. The smaller one simply grinned, looking proud of himself.

"That was a good one, wasn't it?"

"You're being rude!"

"Oh Asahi, chill out" he gave the boy some comforting pats on the back.

"I mean it!" His voice went up a bit against his will, as Asahi tried to convince his boyfriend to have at least a little shame. Nishinoya giggled, but obeyed.

"Fine, fine, I'll behave" when he added a wink at the end it made Asahi not so sure of that, but he decided to give Noya the benefit of the doubt.

It didn't last long. 

After less than five minutes into the movie, while one of many fight scenes were playing, Nishinoya was infodumping about the stunts used.

"And for that move they have to train it before like a lot and use a bunch of equipment and" he suddenly stopped himself, furrowing his eyebrows "fuck. Wait" he bought a fist to his mouth right in time for it to stiffle a low throaty burp. He kept his head down for the extension of it, as a further attempt to stiffle the noise. After way too long, he finally looked up, massaging his chest "damn, that hurt" 

Asahi just looked at him until he noticed.

"What? This time it wasn't on purpose!" Asahi wasn't so sure he believed and that was probably clear on his face "It's true, man! I think I'm done now, ok?"

He was not done.

Soon later, Nishinoya stifled another closed mouth burp. And then another. And another. For the next half hour he burped around once every minute, small, almost silent ones, but that made his cheeks puff and his face contort in discomfort.

"Fuck, goddamnit" the young boy mumbled, taking more soda to see if it could help somehow.

"You're not doing it on purpose, right?" Asahi confirmed again.

"I wish" he followed his words with a miserable burp. His boyfriend smiled in understanding. Nishinoya was paying for his own mistakes, that's for sure, but it was still painful. 

"I think drinking that will just make it worse" Asahi said, pointing at the soda.

"You got water?" 

"No, I'm so sorry" 

"Well shit. I'll be fine, though" 

"You don't look fine" 

"If you keep talking you're the one who's gonna get shushed my dude" Asahi looked around at the other people watching the movie. He was trying to keep his voice as low as possible, but considering some of the looks he was receiving, it wasn't low enough. 

"Ok. But if you need, you can go get some water or go to the bathroom"

"No way in hell I'm missing a single scene of this!" Asahi opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. Nishinoya was too stubborn to be convinced and they were already bothering everyone else.

So they both powered through it.

Asahi didn't remember the last time Nishinoya burped so many times in an hour, not even after his inconsequential eating contests with Tanaka and he was really, really trying not to get too worried.

His boyfriend wasn't helping his case. As time went on, it was obvious that his burping wasn't only annoying for Noya, but also painful and by the end of the movie they were starting to sound too sickly for Asahi's liking. At least the boy was making a better job at swallowing his burps and stifling them when that wasn't possible.

In the end, for someone that was so excited for that movie, Noya was really grateful to get out of the theater. 

"Man, I think I gave myself a stomachache" he said, clenching his belly to try to ease the pain.

"You really shouldn't have drank all that soda, Noya! Do you want to buy some medicine at the pharmacy?"

"I know and don't worry. Think I just swallowed too much air. And having to keep it inside didn't help, let me tell ya"

"Maybe next time we can bring some juice?"

"But I like soda more!"

"Soda is bad for you!" Noya stuck his tongue to his boyfriend.

"Get out of here with your facts!" Asahi was still concerned, but that got a smile out of him. Nishinoya smiled too.

"I ruined this shit, didn't I?" 

"What?" Noya kept a faint smile, his gaze down as he fidget a bit with his clothes.

"This date thing" Asahi stared at his boyfriend for long seconds. I mean yes, having your date interrupted by your partner's gastrointestinal problems wasn't exactly his idea of romance, but…

"Of course not!"

"C'mon, man! It's not hard to gross you out"

"That's not true!" Why was he defending himself? "And you don't gross me out, Noya! I mean" he did a vague gesture around that was supposed to encompass their entire relationship "I've seen you lick the gym's floor, there's isn't anything that you can do to gross me out by now" Nishinoya let out a laugh at that.

"Ok, good to know, dude" Asahi smiled "cause I'm gonna need to be gross a little longer" Asahi sighed.

"Not in public, please" Noya grinned.

"My house, then?"

"I like that"