#seeing that change over time would be nice

[scaggis]

Not really Fox cause we didn’t have that in Brazil(to my knowledge, I didn’t watch the news), but my dad used to be nice, he was understanding of everyone, he didn’t care who they were or where they came from or what political side he was from, he cared for them:

Now, he’s become the opposite. All this time and he just starts getting farther and farther away from his ideals, he’s judgmental of people and fiction. Every time we have a different opinion than his he tries to interrupt us and if it goes on for too long he starts yelling.

And after it’s over, he keeps saying I’m mean to him after I try to distance myself from him, he scolds me on how I should try to talk with him, shaking me when I talk too low, getting mad on how “he wants to see the real me”, when he doesn’t know who the real me is.

He says he’s trying to be better but he acts like a child, a 50 year old toddler. I’m trying to pull away from associating myself with him, I don’t think it’s going anywhere.

I didn’t think it through, but ever since I was a child I’ve seen his responses influenced by his beliefs, per example: he forbid anything that has to do with souls or monsters (yes, this was the time we were into undertale) because they were ‘bad influences’, he would always scoff at people when he say they had different beliefs even if he tolerated them. I didn’t see who it was, he never changed, he just showed more of himself.

This is the man who raised me to be everything he despises.

[bunny-jpeg]

let me see that smile

mark webber

tags: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, sugar daddy!mark, age gap (20s/48), dirty talk, videos/recording, pillow humping, daddy kink, masturbation, filthy (!!!)

a/n: filthy, ka-chow!

you: miss you, daddy <3 mark: i know, be home soon. keeping the bed warm. you: of course! mark: how are you feeling? you: i'm kinda sad today :( mark: hopefully that gives you something to smile about, princess.

the next notifcation was that he had deposited twelve hundred dollars into you account with a note that read, "daddy's been missing you, can you give him something to get through the next few days?" anyone could see that you were mark webber's spoiled princess. but you thought that was fine, because you spoiled him in return.

mark webber was your older sugar daddy, close to fifty years old he quite enjoyed having someone younger to sink his teeth into. and you enjoyed the attention of an older man who would do anything to make you smile. and with the money securely in your account, you got to work.

he didn't pay for sex, that felt sleazy. he paid for your attention, your time, your company; it just happened that sex was part of it too. he loved you in cute lingerie and with a cunt for of silicone toys. even when mark wasn't fucking you directly, he held the keys to your release. you didn't cum unless you got permission.

you changed into nothing but a small cotton pair of panties and one of mark's t-shirts and set up your phone camera in front of the bed. you smiled a little bit as you started the recording. you knelt on the bed and giggled a little as you pulled the shirt up to expose your panties. you sighed dramatically, "i miss you, it's not fair that you had to go all the way to italy without me." you rolled your hips a little bit and you groped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, "leave me all alone here. it's not fair." you knew that mark would get off to it.

mark liked when you whined, when you bitched and moaned until he got to shut you up. either with some money in your wallet, a purchase you wanted or his cock in your mouth. you played with your breasts some more and huffed, "i'm not a dog that you keep at home while you go away." as if you didn't have a choker (read: collar) that you wore when you left the house. you eventually rubbed your pussy over your cotton panties and let a damp spot form as your moans got a little louder. the house you lived in with mark was secluded, you could be as loud as your little heart desired.

you sent the first video with the caption, "hugs and kisses." before you got the shirt and panties off and started the next recording. you grabbed his pillow and shoved it in your face as you rolled your hips against nothing. you felt excitement brew through you as your anticipated what was to come. you moaned into the pillow and rubbed it up against your breasts until your nipples got hard. you gasped into it before you put it between your legs.

you humped the pillow like an eager little pillow. your mouth hung up and your eyes on the camera lens as the fabric rubbed against your clit. you felt the sensation up against your body, it felt good. there was something about how you moved your body that made your body feel flustered. you whined, "please, daddy. at least bring me back something nice from italy. you know i always loved it there. we could've spent the whole weekend in bed, fuck sky news." you giggled as you planted your hands on the bed under you and really worked your needy cunt up against his pillow. you soaked the top of the pillow case with your wetness as the fire of lust burned in your belly.

"fuck, daddy. i need you, i need you so badly. can you please give me permission to cum today? you didn't let me yesterday and i had to edge myself for almost an hour so i could go to sleep! i know it's not the same as that big cock of yours. but going without orgasms is like going without water!" you humped the pillow a little faster and dug your fists into the covers as you felt the pleasure leap through you.

you thought of him, you thought of his hands on you. you thought of how good it would feel to have his lips on your neck. to bite at your tender breasts or lick across your needy pussy. you had a habit of believing that mark ruined all other men for you. no one else could be as addicting as him.

mark had a certain charm about him that drove you crazy. you wanted him often, it didn't help your raging lust for older men. men with big hands and charming smiles, the kind that liked to spoil you and made you sexually needy. fuck did mark make you needy.

you knew that he'd come back and take proper care of you. mark wasn't one to leave his toys unattended for too long. especially ones with such expensive taste, you could already imagine the gift from italy that was waiting in his suitcase. you continued to rub your needy clit against the pillow, soaking it with your wetness. you wished he was lapping at your sex, his fingers pleasuring you on top of it.

"i can't wait for you to come home to me, daddy. i can't wait to have you in bed with me again. i've been thinking about you while i've been here all alone. i know you said i could have friends over, but i'd rather you fuck me until i can take your cum in the back of my throat. i'm needy without you." you whined a little louder as the pleasure zapped through your body. your clit felt stimulated from the soft pillow.

you knew you would change the cover after, but knowing mark he'd want you to keep it on so he could get a good smell of it when he got home. he said there was nothing more intoxicating to him than the smell of you wet cunt.

you were getting close, you had permission to cum by virtue of you sending him a video. he didn't want to leave you too needy, or else you might get desperate. you continued to hump like a sweet little angel and the pillow between your legs was a cloud. you could already imagine what mark was up to. where he was and how he'd feel when he saw the video.

"please, daddy! come home soon! i need it! i need you!" you whined as your entire body tensed up and you came with the pillow between your thighs. your core throbbed and your pussy wetness properly stained the pillowcase. you slowed down your movements until you placed both hands on the mattress to steady yourself. you panted loudly in the quiet of the bedroom.

you looked to the camera and smiled brightly with heat in your face. you said between heavy breaths, "thank you, daddy. i can't wait till you get home." before you went from the phone on the stand to send to mark.

soon the videos were sent and you got into a new pair of panties. the old pair and the pillowcase were thrown in the wash for later. you went to go grab some water as you waited for his response.

but it came rather quick and you almost choked on the water when all you got in response was a picture of mark's hand grasped around his cock. soon after there was a text that read, "there's that smile, angel. forgot how noisy you were in bed, but that's alright. when daddy comes home, he'll keep that mouth of yours full." <3

[facewithoutheart]

What if Eddie got a beanie baby for Christmas one year and it’s dumb because stuffed animals are for girls and Eddie’s the Man of the House but secretly he likes his little white bear with the heart on his chest. He cuts the tag off it and his mom yells at him because they’re supposed to be worth a lot of money someday but secretly Eddie’s glad he did it. If the bear isn’t worth anything but the joy he brings to Eddie then maybe he’ll get to keep it. He does, eventually, forget about the bear. Or, he puts him on a shelf when he enters high school because high school boys don’t sleep with toys and maybe there’s some nights he sees the bear on his shelf and he thinks it might be nice to hold him but he doesn’t.

The first time Shannon comes into his bedroom she immediately sees the bear. “Who’s this little guy?” she teases and Eddie gets irrationally angry seeing it in her hands. “My stupid sisters leaving their stupid toys in my room,” he says, grabbing it out of her hands and throwing it in his bedside trash can. He waits until she’s left to fish him out. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” which is dumb, so dumb, that he’s apologizing to a doll, that he’s crying.

Eddie wants to bring the bear with him to Afghanistan but he doesn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to the bear, no matter what little comfort it might bring to Eddie.

When his mom gives Christopher a stuffed bear after his birth, Eddie stares at the way Chris hugs it to his chest and wonders what would ever make him tear the toy from Chris’s hands.

Chris finds the stuffed bear when he moves to El Paso. It’s weird, how he wants it to sit on his nightstand, but not as weird as the tight look his abuela gets when she sees it. “Where did you find that?” Chris shrugs. “Behind some books in the closet.” Chris becomes fascinated with the bear. He looks it up online. Valentino. There’s a little red stain over one eye, maybe someone spilled something on it. He sends a picture to Buck. “He kind of reminds me of you.” “Yeah, Superman! He does! How are you doing?????” Chris doesn’t reply.

When Chris is packing up his items to move back to LA, he doesn’t think about it when he throws the bear into his suitcase. He puts it on a shelf when he gets back home. Nothing else has changed about his room; his dad kept it exactly the way he left it, so the bear sticks out. “Where’d you get that?” His dad asks when he sees the bear, his hands are flinching into fists by his side. Chris’s breath picks up. “You can’t be mad at me for taking him. You obviously didn’t want him; you left him behind!” “I’m not mad,” Chris’s dad lies. “Yes, you are. You are!” “Okay! I’m a little mad!” “Why?!”

“Because he was mine!”

Eddie takes a breath. He looks at his son. He loves him so, so, so much. “Because he was mine,” Eddie says, “but I wasn’t … I never felt like I was allowed to have him.” This time, Chris’s question comes out softer, more earnest, “Why?”

It’s not easy to put into words all the ways the world has shaped Eddie into a form he barely recognizes, but he tries. For his son, he’ll always try. At the end, Chris walks over with the bear. He places it in his dad’s hands. “I think you need this more than I do.”

Eddie laughs and thumbs over where his sister spilled cherry koolaid on him the one time he let her play with Bear.

“He kind of looks like Buck, doesn’t he?”

Eddie holds Bear to his chest. He squeezes tightly.

“Yeah. He does.”

[nosyrobin]

Lucky Artistic Charm

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Yandere!Batboys Highschool AU

Prologue | I.Riding Pays | II. The Gray Side | III. Nerdy Tactics

Previous on…Yandere!Batboys

Next class is Art, ah yes the peacefulness of creating the art inside of your mind and into the world. You smiled a genuine smile as you went to the 2nd floor of the school and into the class.

Sitting down, you let out a fresh breath of air.

Nothing can go wron—

"Hello, [last name]."

And it can.

When you turned to your left, there sat the worse of them all.

Damian Wayne.

Present time. Time: 10:30 am. Date: Wednesday , 7th, 20XX.

“What are you doing in my art class?!” You exclaimed at the tanned boy who sat with a smug smirk. “I changed my classes. I would’ve thought you would be scared to come back. But my calculations seemed to prove me wrong.”

Tired of this shit, you get up only to be grabbed with a tight grip. His hand around your wrist, you winced as his green eyes glared you down.

You thought that maybe because you were taller than him, you could just pull your wrist from this little shit. But no, his grip got tighter as you felt like your wrist was about to break.

“Sit down. You don’t wanna cause a scene in class [lastname].” He said lowly with a scowl. You scoffed, stopping your restraining and sitting down. Damian lets go of your wrist, letting you look at the cruel redness around your wrist.

Glaring at him whilst rubbing the sore wrist of you now, Damian pulls out a green sage notebook. The notebook had dots of paint stains. You grumbled under your breath. “Fuckin' asshole.” You pulled out your own notebook that held your own sketches.

As time goes on, surprisingly Damian doesn’t talk to you. He only glances at you, helping you a bit with the model of what the teacher put up o the board. You had trouble keeping the dragon wings big, you looked to your right to see Damian already coloring the damned thing in his sketchbook.

You held back a scoff, you hated that Damian was better in art. He wasn’t even into art when he was little. You showed your mom a simple butterfly picture…. The memory still burns in your head.

“Mommy! Mommy!” You ran to your mother, her blurry face looks at you as she kneels to your height. “Yes sweetie?” “Look what I made!!”

You jumped excitedly as you showed her what you drew. It was a water paint of a blue butterfly you saw in the garden. You were playing with the Wayne brothers before that amazing butterfly came into your view. Making you want to keep it in your mind.

Your mother tilted her head, her cheeks lifting up symbolizing a smile written onto her face. “Oh sweetie, it’s so beautiful…” she takes the paper from you and hangs it on the fridge. “This deserves to be on the fridge!” Your little eyes light up. You felt happy, feeling proud. You didn’t notice the other boys coming in. Dick had grass all over his body due to him doing cart wheels and flips all over the grass.

Dick smiles and points to the butterfly, “Oooh pretty!”

Jason nods as he holds your hand along with Tim. “That looks cool [nickname].” Tim nods as he can’t help but squeeze your hand. “I agree! Love the details.”

“Where’s the antennas. It looks ugly.” Damian blurts out which made his brother’s look at him shock. Your eyes widen, you looked at the butterfly to see that it indeed didn’t have any antennas.

You ran off crying after that, Dick smacked Damian upside his head to which the small boy glared at his older brother.

“That wasn’t nice Damian.” Dick scolds as Tim and Jason also glared at the small boy.

“I was only being critical and telling the truth.”

You never waterpainted after that.

You stopped spacing out when you felt a sharp pinch to your side. You hissed as you jolted from the hand that pinched you to look at the culprit.

Damian pulls his hand back, crossing them onto the table. “Are you coming to the manor?” He asks, as if he didn’t just pinch your skin off.

“Why?”

“Because, father and pennyworth haven’t seen you in a while and wanted to know if you are well.” Damian answers as if that was the was whole answer itself to your confusion.

“…No.” You turned away from him and went back to finishing the class sketch. Moving your hand around as you finished the wing detail. But when you looked at the head, you noticed how there weren’t any antennas.. you added some, letting a soft smile reach your face.

“Why not. Why won’t you come, we’ve been awaiting for your arrival to show your disgraceful face and this is how you deny my offer?” Damian grits his teeth, jaw clenched as you turn back to glare at him. Guess the demon is now showing his horns.

“How about you shut the fuck up and leave me alone. You’re such a little shit and have been yapping my ear off to me for way too long. Someone outta slap the shit out of you.” You retorted, clenching your hand that held the pencil and your jaw.

Damian’s face went red, his face puffed up as he looked like he may explode. Your eyes widen before you even register this. “Uh-oh—” your hair got pulled hard, making you fall off your chair as Damian held a tight grip onto you. “Get off me you little shit!” You swept your leg and knocked him down. He lets outs a small “oof”. The clatter of chairs and kids gasping shock made the teacher turn back to see you ontop of Damian and Damian below you pulling your hair more.

“Mx. [lastname]!!? Mr. Wayne?!” The teacher pulls you both off each other. Your face having a small red mark, the same to Damian who smirked. Waving a clump of your hair to which you touched your head with wide eyes.

“Office. NOW!”

Well at least you can get suspended probably, away from these people…….

You sat by Damian who held his hands in his lap. You kick your feet back and forth, you glanced at Damian who looked calm.. too calm. You sighed and turned to him.

“Damian.. I’m sorry for cursing at you..and calling you a little shit.” You said softly, fiddling with your fingers as Damian looked at you. You couldn’t even tell if his eyes softened or hardened. His face is so neutral it’s scary.

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have tried to force you to come to the manor…it’s just..”

Your eyes widen to see a teary eyed Damian, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of the academy’s uniform.

“You’ve been gone so long.. i was scared that you wouldn’t come and..” hiccups erupt from his chest as your eyes soften. Your heart ached as you hugged Damian into your side. “Don’t cry dames.. I’m sorry okay? I’ll come to the manor, and maybe we can draw and yknow play games?”

Damian nods as he rubs his eyes even more, making them puffy. You sigh seeing he finished crying and now was snugged up against you. His small frame holding your arm as he looks at your fingers…..

Damian couldn’t help but smile, his head facing down as the principal can already seen that you two had made up.

Oh how stupid you are, you didn’t know you’ve fallen into a trap of wolves.

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[v6quewrlds]

TEXT ME, JUSTIN HERBERT.

pairing⠀⁎⠀justin herbert x vet!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀3.9k.

summary⠀⁎⠀crushes are heart-fluttering, pulse-racing, juvenile nonsense. so why is justin, a 26-year-old man, crushing on the new vet resident?

author's note⠀⁎⠀surprise! written in justin's pov, pining loverboy!justin warnings⠀⁎⠀3rd person (she/her), misconception trope, one use of y/n

Justin sighed, his gaze shifting from the off-white paint to the grayish cabinets lining the walls of the vet clinic's exam room. He checked his watch again. Nova purred contentedly in his arms, seemingly oblivious to the time. It wasn't like Dr. Ellis to take so long to see his furry patients, wasn't like his office to leave the pet owners in the dark about how long it'd be.

A soft knock on the door drew his attention. He tightened his hold on the cat, expecting to see the doctor's familiar face, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes and a gentle smile that didn't quite reach the woman's eyes. Dr. Ellis trailed behind her, a kinder, more wrinkled smile placed familiarly on his tanned skin. "Justin, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, our newest resident. She'll be handling Nova's check-up today."

She stepped closer, her eyes lighting up slightly as they met Justin's. She extended a hand, her grip firm and professional. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said. Her voice was accented with a curl of honey, so soft he nearly didn't hear her introduction. Justin took her hand, "Nice to meet you too," he managed, his own smile mirroring hers. From his place in his chair, he couldn't help but note the way her eyes darted away from his, that shy smile widening as she took in the sight of Nova, perched curiously in Justin's lap.

Nova, ever the socialite, took the opportunity to leap from Justin's arms, landing gracefully on the cold exam room floor. The sudden movement made her laugh, a sound so pure it seemed to warm the sterile room. "Bengal cat, full of energy, aren't they?" she said, crouching down to greet the cat with a gentle pat on the head.

Justin nodded, watching as Nova curled around her legs, purring. "That's one way to put it," he said, his voice thick with affection. "Nova's a bit of a diva."

Her smile grew, testing out the name. "Nova. That's beautiful. Would you mind placing her on the table for me?" Justin did as he was asked, watching as the cat went from purring contentedly against his hand to eyeing the vet warily. She moved with a calmness that spoke of confidence in her craft. Dr. Ellis observed from a small distance as promised, his hands gently clasped in front of him, nodding along with her instructions.

She began to check Nova over, asking him questions about her diet, exercise, and any recent changes in behavior. Justin found himself drawn to her focused demeanor, the way her eyes narrowed in thought as she listened to the cat's heartbeat, the gentle way she spoke to put the animal at ease. He couldn't help but notice the way her fingers moved deftly, the quiet confidence in her touch. Despite her earlier shyness, she was clearly in her element. It didn't hurt that Nova seemed to not just have taken a liking to her, but seemed to be at ease with her, tail swishing lazily as she prodded and poked.

"Well, she's a healthy girl," she said finally, standing up straight and washing her hands in the sink as she spoke. She made a note in Nova's file and turned to face him fully for the first time. Justin felt a jolt of something electric pass through him as she met his gaze. There was that soft, shyness in her words again. "She's getting up there in age so we'll want to keep an eye on her kidneys, but otherwise she's in excellent shape. You're doing a great job taking care of her."

Justin couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her words. "Thanks," he said, standing up and scratching at Nova's head. "I'll make sure to keep on top of it."

She nodded, closing the file. "If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to call." She handed Nova a treat, Justin's fingers brushing against hers for the briefest of moments. It sent a spark up his arm and he felt himself lean in slightly, but she had already turned to grab some pamphlets from a shelf behind her.

Justin took the pamphlets, his heart racing as he tried to think of something else to say, something that might make her laugh, or at least make her look at him again. "So," he began awkwardly, "are you here to replace Dr. Ellis?"

She looked up, her eyes meeting his for a moment before dropping back to the ground. "No," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'm just here to assist for now. I'm still a resident. But who knows, maybe one day I'll take his spot." She nudged the older vet playfully, and he chuckled, patting her on the shoulder.

"I've loved having her here," Dr. Ellis said warmly, the pride in his voice clear as he watched her interact with the animals. "If I get to choose my replacement, she's top of the list."

Justin felt the tension in his shoulders ease a bit, the idea of seeing her more often definitely appealing. "You're pretty good with animals," he said, hoping the compliment didn't come off too forced.

"Thanks, I try," she murmured, her eyes lingering on Nova before she turned back to him. "So, do you have any questions for me?"

Justin's mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, to keep her talking. But he came up with nothing. "I think that's all," he said, his voice a little disappointed. "It was great to meet you, Doctor."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for a brief moment before she nodded. "You too, Justin," she replied, her voice a little softer than before. "Maybe I'll see you and Nova at your next appointment."

With that, she and Dr. Ellis turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Justin stood there for a moment, feeling like he had missed his chance. He looked down at Nova, who was now grooming herself as if nothing had happened. "Well," he murmured, "looks like you're in excellent shape and I still have no game." He chuckled to himself and picked her up, heading to the reception desk to check out.

The lush greenery of the golf course stretched out before Justin. The afternoon light kissed his face, beating down and tanning his skin with the familiar warmth of the southern California sun. But he couldn't help but feel restless, his mind constantly wandering back to her. Her gentle touch, the oxymoronic shy confidence she carried with her, and the way her laugh brightened the dull gray of the exam room. He sighed, lining up his next shot. He had been thinking about her for weeks now, unable to shake the image of her from his mind.

Mitchell whistled lowly beside him, eyes squinting behind his sunglasses as he watched the arc of Justin's golf ball. "Good ball," he said, clapping him on the back.

Justin couldn't hide the distraction etched on his features as he took his golf bag from the cart. "Eh, could've been better." He mumbled, not really caring about the score.

Mitchell peered at him, "What's up with you, dude? You've been off your game all day."

Justin shrugged, "Just thinking about stuff." He didn't elaborate, hoping Mitchell wouldn't pry.

But in eldest sibling fashion, Mitchell knew better. "Stuff like what?" He prodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Justin sighed, his grip tightening around the handle of his golf club. "Stuff like a girl." He hesitated before adding, "It's stupid," with a shake of his head.

Mitchell's smile grew, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "A girl? Tell me more."

Justin rolled his eyes, taking a gulp from his water bottle. "New vet resident at the clinic. I met her when I brought Nova in for a check-up." His grip on the club loosened as he remembered her voice, the way she had looked at him.

Mitchell leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah? What's she like?"

Justin thought for a moment, trying to put into words the feelings that had been bubbling inside him since the first time he saw her. "Shy, but super focused," he said finally. "She was great with Nova, calmed her down immediately." He paused, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. "Cute smile, soft voice, really into her work."

Mitchell nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "Sounds like a crush," he said, his voice light with teasing.

Justin scoffed. "I'm too old for crushes," he said, his voice gruff. "It's just… I don't know."

Mitchell clapped him on the shoulder. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that," he said, his tone more serious. "You're a good guy, and you deserve to find someone that makes you feel that way. Just gotta put yourself out there, you know?"

Justin nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all a bit juvenile. He was a 26-year-old man, not some lovestruck teenager. "It's just, we met in a professional setting," he said. "She was working, and I was the client. It's not exactly the right place to shoot your shot."

Mitchell chuckled. "You can't control where you meet people, man," he said. "But you can control whether you do anything about it or not."

The words lingered in Justin's mind as they finished their round and made their way to the club's restaurant. The place was bustling with the after-golf crowd, the chatter of laughter and clinking of glasses mixing with the smell of grilling steaks and the club's signature shoestring fries. As they sat down at a table overlooking the golf course, the sight of a familiar figure caught his eye. It was her, sitting with a group of people, her laughter ringing out as she leaned into the conversation, her head nodding along to something the woman to her right was saying.

Justin felt his heart skip a beat, the sight of her in a casual dress, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing her beautiful neckline, making him feel like he had just scored the winning touchdown. She looked relaxed, happy, and utterly gorgeous. He nudged Mitchell, pointing her out. "That's her."

Mitchell followed his gaze, his eyes widening. "The vet?" He whistled. "Damn, she's stunning. You should totally talk to her."

Justin felt a rush of excitement and nerves. "Here?" He whispered, his eyes darting back to the table. "It's not exactly the right place."

"J," Mitchell groaned, throwing his head back and laughing. "You've been hung up about this girl for weeks. You gotta do something before you drive yourself crazy." He leaned back in his chair, his Nike cap still perched atop his head, an amused grin plastered on his face. "You were saying it sucked you couldn't make a move at the clinic, right?" He leaned forward, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, now's your chance. She's relaxed, not working, and she looks like she's in a good mood. Make a move, dude."

Justin swallowed hard, watching as her eyes crinkled with amusement at something the man beside her said. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to her, but the idea of approaching her here, now, was terrifying. "What if she thinks it's weird?" He murmured to his older brother who simply rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smirk.

"Worst case, she says no," Mitchell said, his tone nonchalant. "But you'll never know unless you try."

Justin took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually considering this. He looked back at Mitchell, who nodded encouragingly. "Send something to the table," Mitchell suggested, "It's a casual gesture. You can feel out the vibes without it being too forward."

With a nod, Justin caught the waiter's eye and ordered a basket of fries to be sent to her table. His index finger tapped anxiously at the side of his water glass as he watched the server deliver the side. He could see her look up in surprise, then scan the room until her gaze fell upon him. She offered a tentative wave, which he returned with a sheepish grin.

Mitchell nudged him. "Looks like she's not completely uninterested."

Justin's cheeks flushed, and he took a gulp of his ice water. "She's coming over," he said under his breath, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked.

She made her way over, her eyes locked on his with a mix of surprise and curiosity. The man beside her followed, his hand resting casually on her shoulder. Justin's heart sank, the weight of his mistake hitting him like a ton of bricks. She had been out with someone, someone she clearly knew well.

As they approached, the man introduced himself as Dylan, flashing a grin that seemed too wide for his face. "Thank you so much for the fries," he said, reaching out to shake Justin's hand. "She ate all of mine earlier."

She playfully swatted his arm, "Dylan," she scolded, that sweetness in her voice still stirring something in Justin. "I thought we were sharing." She looked at Justin, her smile a bit embarrassed. "Thank you so much for the gesture. It's really kind of you."

Justin nodded, trying to play it cool as his heart sank. "No problem," he said, his voice tight. "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Nova last week. You're really good with her. I've never seen her so relaxed at the vet."

Her eyes lit up, and she leaned slightly into Dylan's side. "Oh, I'm just doing my job," she said, more at ease as the conversation shifted to her comfort zone. "But I'm happy to hear that. She's so sweet and well-trained."

The tension around Justin's shoulders eased slightly. If she was with Dylan, then he could at least thank her without it being weird. "Yeah, she's special," he said with a smile, glancing over at the table where the rest of their group was now staring at him. "I guess I should let you get back to your friends."

She nodded, her smile still in place, but something in her gaze made him feel like she had hoped for more. "Thanks again," she said softly before turning to leave.

Dylan, on the other hand, hesitated, his hand lingering in the air for a moment before dropping it to his side. "Actually," he began, his eyes darting to the floor with a hopeful smile, "I'm a huge fan. Could I get a quick picture?"

Justin felt his stomach drop, but he managed to force a grin. "Of course, man," he said, trying not to let his voice crack. He rose from his seat, trying his best to duck his head as to not attract additional attention from the other club members. He posed with Dylan, throwing up a half-hearted thumbs up as she took the picture, a subtle roll of her eyes accompanying her countdown.

When they finished, she handed the phone back to Dylan, her eyes lingering on Justin a beat longer than necessary. "Thank you again," she murmured, her mouth opening to say something else but changing her mind when her lips pressed into a forced smile.

"No problem," Justin replied, his heart heavy as he watched her retreat back to her table. He sank into his chair, burying his face in his hands. "What the hell was I thinking?"

Mitchell leaned back in his chair, sipping his beer and watching the exchange with amusement. "Well, at least you know she's not married or something," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"You're not helping," Justin grumbled, dropping his hands and taking a wide bite out of his burger. He watched as she and Dylan sat back down at their table, the laughter starting again almost immediately.

Mitchell shrugged. "If it makes you feel better, she definitely didn't seem mad that you sent over the fries. Maybe she's just shy." He glanced over at the table, watching as she and her group continued to chat and laugh. "She didn't explicitly say that Dylan was her boyfriend. He could always be a friend?"

Justin took a deep breath, trying to push down the feeling of disappointment. "Does he look like a friend?" he grumbled, taking another bite of his burger.

Mitchell raised an eyebrow. "Well, you didn't ask, did you?" he pointed out. Justin's shoulders slumped, conceding the point.

The rest of their meal passed in a blur of forced conversation and sideways glances at her table. Every time he looked over, her eyes seemed to catch his, holding his gaze for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before she would look away, smiling faintly. It was torture, a silent dance of curiosity and regret that played out across the crowded restaurant.

"You ready to go?" Mitchell asked, his voice cutting through the fog of Justin's thoughts. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of her retreating figure as she and her friends made their way out of the restaurant.

As they stood to leave, Justin couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that she hadn't approached him again. He knew he should have said more, done more, but the sight of Dylan had thrown him off his game. As they walked out to the parking lot, Mitchell slung an arm over his shoulders. "Don't be so hard on yourself," he said. "At least you tried."

Justin sighed, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Yeah, I guess." He murmured, not entirely convinced.

Eggs, bread, milk, and… what was the fourth thing? He paused, fumbling for his phone as he came to a halt in the crowded grocery store aisle. The last minute decision to grab a few items on the way home from the gym had turned into a frustrating game of memory recall. The screen lit up, revealing a text from Mitchell: "Don't forget the kale." Right, kale.

As he turned to locate the produce section, a collision sent his basket flying. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" a soft voice exclaimed, and before he could even register what was happening, a pair of gentle hands were helping him collect his scattered goods.

That voice. The same soft, melodic tone that had filled his head for weeks. Justin looked up to find her, her eyes wide with concern as she bent to retrieve his groceries. "It's okay," he said, his heart racing. "I should've been watching where I was going."

She straightened up, her eyes wide with embarrassment. "No, it's my fault. I wasn't being careful. I'm so sorry," she mumbled, her eyes darting down to the floor before meeting his again. She looked as beautiful as she had at the golf club, but without the pressure of a public audience, she seemed more vulnerable, more… approachable.

"It's really no big deal," Justin assured her, his voice softer than usual. He took the items she had gathered and placed them back in his basket, his eyes lingering on her face. "But, uh, thanks."

She handed him the last of his groceries, straightening up to her full height as she gave him a shy smile. "No problem," she said, her eyes lingering on his for a moment before shifting back to the floor.

Justin felt the weight of his earlier failure lift slightly. Here was his chance, a casual run-in at the grocery store. No expectations, no pressure. He took a deep breath. "Hey, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Justin. You took care of my cat, Nova, a few weeks ago."

She laughed lightly, the sound sending a rush of warmth through Justin's chest. "Oh, I remember you," she confirmed. "And the fries at the golf club. That was really nice of you."

"It's the least I could do," he said with a grin, hoping his nerves weren't showing. "How have you been?"

Her smile grew, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. "Good, busy with the clinic and studying," she replied, her eyes flicking to the logo on his hat. "How about you? I'm guessing your week's been a bit more… eventful?"

Justin laughed, feeling the tension ease. "It's the offseason, so I've got a bit more time on my hands," he said, shifting his basket from one hand to the other. "But you know, just keeping busy." He paused, taking in her shy demeanor.

She nodded, her eyes darting around the aisle before returning to his. "It's nice to run into you again, in a more relaxed environment," she said, her voice tentative. "I'm sorry if Dylan made it awkward at the golf club. I know you were with your brother and probably just wanted to enjoy your meal."

Justin felt a flicker of hope. "Yeah, it's all good," he said with a nonchalant shrug. "It's always nice to meet fans. Felt nice to do something nice for your boyfriend."

The words hung in the air, and he watched as a look of confusion crossed her face. "My what?"

Justin felt the blood rush to his cheeks. "I-I just assumed," he stumbled, "you guys looked pretty close."

Her expression grew even more confused. "Dylan? Oh, no, he's not my boyfriend," she said with a laugh. "He's gay, like super gay, and we're just friends. We went to college together. He loves sports, got me into golf, actually."

Justin's face lit up, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, I had no idea," he said, feeling his shoulders relaxed, the knot in his stomach lowly unwinding. "That's good to know."

She looked at him quizzically. "Is it?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Justin felt the words tumbling out of his mouth before he had time to think. "Yeah," he said, his voice gaining confidence. "Means I don't have to worry about embarrassing myself if I ask for your number."

Her smile grew, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Is that what you're after?" She teased gently, her voice a soft melody. "My number?"

Justin felt his heart thumping in his chest, his palms suddenly clammy. He took a step closer, his grin widening. "If you're willing to give it up, yeah," he said, trying to keep the conversation light despite the seriousness of his intentions.

Her eyes searched his for a moment before she nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I'd like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She pulled out her phone, her thumbs moving deftly as unlocked it and opened her contacts. "But only if you promise to use it," she added, her eyes meeting his again. "Maybe send pics of Nova?"

Justin's heart skipped a beat as she handed him the phone. He took it with a trembling hand, his thumb hovering over the number before hitting save with a grin that felt too wide for his face. "I promise," he said, his eyes finding hers. "Anything you want."

"Anything?" she echoed, a playful glint emerging in her eyes. "You might regret saying that."

Justin laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in weeks. "Bring it on," he said, handing her the phone. His phone buzzed shortly after, and he pulled it out to find a new message with her number. He tucked the phone back into his pocket with a grin.

"So, I'll text you?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside him.

She nodded, her eyes still sparkling. "You better."

[identifying-cannons-in-posts]

Apologies in advance for replying to your post with an 'well, actually...' but I believe that's actually a 12-pounder! Barring of course any carronades they'd have or potentially any lighter guns they might have had on whatever the top deck is called (naval terminology isn't really my field of knowledge lol), these would be some of the lighter guns on this ship, and in this case are located on the upper gun deck. Going down, it changes a few times over the lifespan of this ship (the HMS Victory), but you'd either have 18-pounders or 24-pounders on the middle deck and 32- or 42-pounders on the lower gun deck.

28-pounders weren't actually really typically a caliber used in artillery during this time period, the most I can find about those with a brief search is anti-aircraft guns, which are way after this time period. This isn't to say they didn't exist at all, but especially with the usual gun classes used by the British among this time they'd probably be exceedingly rare if not just prototypes if they do exist.

This is a bit of a side tangent from identification, but the reason they do have this nice bed (maybe even the nicest in the ship- this would've been the admiral's quarters!) right next to some cannons is because, in the event the ship had to enter battle, you don't want to be wasting valuable space on the side of your ship where you could stick some firepower. So if the ship engaged in combat, the furniture would probably be stowed away at least so as not to be an obstacle, and it would just become another part of the gun deck. It's a similar concept in many forts: while the officer's quarters would be private, if they were in a position where it would be useful to have someone with a firearm in them firing out of loopholes during an attack or something, they'd have to let soldiers in to do that. I know most about British forts, so take this with a grain of salt when it comes to other ones, but often in forts the officer in question would have a few soldiers that he might particularly like or trust to be the ones to take up that position in his room, so his control over that space wouldn't be entirely relinquished. I'm unsure if something like that would apply to a ship, but I could see similar customs applying.

Anyways, final ID:

Cast iron, smooth-bore muzzle loading 12-pounder long gun, mounted on a wood naval carriage

kinda obsessed with the juxtaposition of the painfully domestic and floral cot being placed just a foot away from a fucking 28-pounder cannon.

[grandline-fics]

Love Potion

DESCRIPTION: Love Potion- You were both only pretending to date. The feelings aren't real...right?

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Smoker

WORDS: 1,663

A/N: Thank you @missrandomdreamer for requesting this one for the Valentine's Event. Hope you like what I came up with for this one, Smoker deserves the love so hopefully I did him justice on this. As always thank you everyone for your support. Enjoy ♥️

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI | VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

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“Is this really necessary?” Smoker grumbled around the cigars in his mouth as he shut the door to your room closed firmly. “I’m in perfect shape.”

“Every active member on this base has to undergo routine physicals, Vice-Admiral.” You spoke up from your desk as you grabbed his file and a pen. Even when he was wounded he protested the need to be tended to and while you were already expecting him to clear all your checks with no issues, you still had your job to do. Apologetically you looked at him as you rose. “No exceptions.”

Smoker made a disgruntled noise and glared at the examination bed he’d yet to approach. He swiftly turned his glare your way when you snatched the cigars from his mouth with ease and stubbed them out on the ashtray you always made sure to have in the room in the event Smoker would be coming by. You accepted his ire with an effortless smile, used to his perpetual grumpy and serious expression at this point. Lightly you nudged him along towards the bed. With all his strength and training he could have remained rooted in the spot had he wished but at your touch he relented and moved, eager to just get this over with.

As he sat down and zoned out, letting you do whatever checks and assessments necessary he began to think about how being here was actually a nice break. You weren’t going to pester him about changing the training schedule or beg to swap missions with another member of the base, you weren’t going to chase him about reports he forgot-or just didn’t care about- handing in for the higher ups at Marine’s main Headquarters. Best of all, any conversation you shared with him was appropriate and never prying beyond clear boundaries, unlike those under his command who thought any facet and avenue in his life was theirs to know and analyse obsessively over. Suddenly you made a surprised hum and he pulled himself out of his thoughts to see you studying his face carefully. “What were you thinking about?”

“Why?” Smoker couldn’t help but become defensive, ready to argue that whatever you spotted or noticed in your tests was false. 

“It caused a spike in your otherwise steady blood pressure.” You explained, lips curving in slight amusement. Lightly you tapped your medical notes. “Can’t clear you if there’s a possibility of an underlying condition affecting your blood pressure or an area of stress that could hinder your work.”

“It’s nothing.” Smoker explained firmly. “Nothing for you to worry over. I’m not going to complain over something insignificant and stupid.”

“Wouldn’t call this spike insignificant. Come on tell me and I can help. It’s what doctors are for right?”

“I was getting annoyed about the subordinates prying into my personal life. They’re like gossiping teenagers sometimes.”

“Is that all?” You asked with a laugh, stepping away from him and unhooking the blood pressure monitor. “What do you expect? They’re bored in between missions and you’re the best source of entertainment on the base.

“I shouldn’t be entertainment, I’m their boss to be respected.” At that you snorted with an undignified burst of laughter causing him to frown. “What?”

“Oh come on! I’ve heard you swear out the higher ups countless times when they annoy you. You call that respect?” You teased, laughing again when he looked away from you and muttered about how even you were disrespectful to him. “So what did the bad subordinates pry into most recently.”

“Recently and consistently they bring up my love life or in their words ‘a tragic lack of’ one.” He scoffed. “Every mission it’s putting up with their incessant questions and on the way back it’s stupid schemes to set me up with someone.”

“It’s sweet that they care.” You reasoned only to hear him being to mutter again. With a soft sigh you grabbed his notes to update them. He was the picture of health as you both knew would be the end result. “But if it bothers you that much, take the mystery away from them and they’ll move on. Tell them you’re seeing someone.”

“Magic someone out of thin air?” Smoker shook his head. He shouldn’t have even entertained the notion. His life was his own, he didn’t need to lie or divulge information if he didn’t wish to. “They might act like fools but creating a pretend lover is something even they’d notice a mile off.”

“Sooo don’t make up someone. Use someone they know?” You advised, moving to your desk to officially give Smoker’s physical the stamp of approval needed. Seeing you move, Smoker fixed his jacket and pulled out two fresh cigars to light but for once he didn’t make his way to the door with a gruff ‘thanks Doc’ like he normally did, he was too caught up in your words as you continued. “Then after a couple weeks, stage a break up and they’ll leave you and your personal life alone while you deal with it in your own way.” 

“Who am I going to rope into this scheme that I know won’t blab what’s really going on?” Smoker asked while stepping closer to the desk. His interest was piqued and it seemed like a solid enough plan but he knew that gossip spread fast in the G5 base. The last thing he needed was to risk extra insult to his pride if his subordinates knew he was lying. Smoker was surprised when you lifted your head and smiled at him expectantly. “Wait. You’d go along with this?”

“Why not? Helps you out from getting your blood pressure dangerously high again.” You shrugged simply. “Besides, doctor-patient confidentiality means I can’t tell anyone. What do you say?”

A few minutes later one of the G5 Marines rounded the corner, preparing for his routine physical only to slide to a complete stop in shock. The sight of Vice-Admiral Smoker, his leader straightening from what was most certainly a kiss with the base’s top doctor. The Marine froze when Smoker turned sharply to glare at him while you bit your lower lip shyly and looked away from the wide-eyed gaze of the Marine who interrupted such a sweet and tender moment. Smoker dropped his hand from your lower back and walked towards the Marine. “Whatever you think you saw. You didn’t.” 

Smoker continued on his way, the Marine unable to see his smirk as everything was already set in motion. By the end of the afternoon it was all through the base, some iterations of the events witnessed exaggerated or completely different but it all got Smoker what he wanted; for his subordinates to have something to distract them from him. Technically they were still fixated on him, but now that they believed he was seeing you, they were now talking amongst themselves about the matter and leaving him alone. 

Throughout the day he’d overheard the conversations both mixed and speculative. Some tried to work out when the romance had started and even that split theories and opinions. It had to have been recent because there was no way you both had hidden it for so long. It had to have been going on for a long time because it would explain why Smoker never looked at anyone else both off and on base. Some even declared they’d always known something was going on between Smoker and you and either way it was about damn time. 

For the next few weeks you and Smoker continued your subtle theatrics of being a couple and as you’d predicted the base that now there was no mystery to work out with Smoker’s love life, the base asked less questions. However when you appeared, even if it was passing by in the corridor the Marines looked your way in curiosity. Sometimes you did steal him away to say something useless or unimportant, just so you both appeared to be sharing a quick moment together when really it was just to keep your audience’s interest sated. One evening you found yourself in Smoker’s office, a new development that had occurred from your joint deception. While he finished reports at his desk, you reviewed your own medical reports from the comfort of the sofa he rarely seemed to use. While you both worked you engaged in idle but content conversation. 

“A friend of mine from one of the G7 base was in touch today.” You spoke up with an amused smile, not taking your eyes from your notes as you worked. “We’re one of the topics of conversation there too.” Smoker chuckled slightly at your report of how far the gossip had spread. 

“The interest in our relationship hasn’t died down at all.” He said with a small shake of his head.

“They’re so invested. They’ll be heartbroken when we end things.” You mused, too busy reading to notice Smoker's hand still in the writing of his own reports. He only now realised that that was the next stage in the plan; breaking up to gain full privacy again. Smoker hesitated to even admit it but he truly did enjoy your company. You were easy to be around, brought him a certain calm that he enjoyed. He tensed slightly when you asked him. “Have you considered when it’ll happen?”

“Uh…no. Not yet.” He admitted, that much he could confess. “They gossip but they're behaving for the most part, might just wait until they start to get bored. If that’s okay?”

“Of course, just let me know whenever you’re ready.” Smoker glanced at you in time to see you finally glance his way and offer him a relaxed but warm smile. The same smile he found himself looking for a little more each day. Whenever he was ready? Something gnawed at him in the uncomfortable realisation that perhaps the only thing he wanted to end with you was the pretending. 

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[sheepispink]

hi bb, this is incredibly self-indulgent, but I have a very big idea for ur Ghost and his Sergeant. I'm terrified of the ocean so ofc I need her to be nervous over this mission that's by the coast. she's never said anything bc it's never been necessary, but she can't hide her nervousness from Ghost tho he doesn't pressure her to say anything for now. so when they're done w the mission, they all decide they'll take the next day off, and it's a given they'll go to the beach, right. I need her to be nervous but she's like, chill, staying away from the ocean, until the guys lift her up and she's like rolling her eyes until she realizes they're taking her to the ocean w quick steps, and suddenly she's SCREAMING bloody murder, and Ghost gets his head out of his ass (bc he was buying idk ice cream or a drink idk), and runs over when the guys set her down on the sand, trembling and tearing up, unable to stop herself from being weak and AHHHHHH ur writing would make this cuddle session so fucking GOOD

UR MIND IS LITERALLY AMAZING BECAUSE THIS?? THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

anyway, as promised, plenty of fluff, plenty of comfort, very yummy story (i hope)

enjoy!!!!!

WC: 4.1k… (😧)

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Missions tended to blend into each other when a soldier got too comfortable—an autopilot you were happy to live with for a long time. Though, that was before you were promoted to a Sergeant which still felt like yesterday no matter how long ago it had been. You had soon learned that no day would ever be the same, especially after you were properly taken into Lieutenant Ghost’s unit, rather than the occasional team-ups. It was a big change that’s for sure; it’s not the difficulty, but rather having to prove your worth to a whole new unit. At least your old unit you were pretty much leading; this was like starting from the bottom again, in a way. It shouldn’t prove to be too hard, considering your reputation was holding up nicely.

However, you did have a small weakness; everyone did though this was one that you definitely didn’t want anyone else to be aware of any time soon. So, when the news of another mission came around, you were positive it was something you could handle. Until the news came that you’d travel by ship, having to stay on it for at least two weeks. It’s not even like you had time to process the news, bundled into a truck as you travelled down to the coast. You’d be travelling far, tracking down some bombs that are being transported on a number of different cargo ships travelling across the Atlantic ocean. More importantly was figuring out if they were actually active bombs or rather just sitting ducks–either way, it was something that needed to be dealt with immediately. Considering you had completed a course in demolitions, of course you were immediately necessary for this, so there wasnt even any backing out now. Thankfully, there was a chance you wouldn’t even have to cross over the murky waters, safe on the ship instead. Still, there was no guarantee that nothing couldn’t go wrong.

Ghost wasn’t stupid, he could clearly see just how hunched your shoulders were in every conversation, no matter where you were around the ship. He sees your small flinches everytime a small wave slightly shifts the floor beneath your feet, or the larger ones that spray onto the deck whilst you’re surveying the surroundings. Not even you can hide the quick darts of your eyes each time a small rumble of thunder sounds out overhead nor the teeth marks in your lips when you look out the window for a little too long. One thing that he couldn't possibly ignore, was the widening of your eyes and the anxious tap of your foot as you slowly filed out of the briefing the day before you departed. The only question was to confront you or not. After all, everyone has a weakness and yours may not even be that serious to compromise the mission. It seemed on the same level as getting mad at someone for being woken from a bad dream, or at least he didn't want to embarrass you by possibly blowing it out of proportion.

He was right for the most part, and you had completed the mission as expected– even if your heart was practically pumping out of your chest when you had to cross to the cargo ship and assess the crates for any trace of explosives. Since it was growing closer to summer, he figures the unit may as well stop over by the beach that’s only a one hour drive from the port. Your fellow teammates are excited of course, and so are you, happy to be on ground again even if the ocean will be metres away; anything was better than hovering above it though. As soon as you arrive, a few of the guys drag you along to a local shop, all of you filtering through the aisles to find the best floaties and water guns available.

Ghost leans against the car with his arms crossed over his chest, tapping his foot like a father with his rowdy kids. So since you all act like children, he counts down from ten, watching you and the others scurry and scramble into the seats of the cars. It’s almost laughable at how you all look, pool noodles around two soldier’s waists, water guns gripped in one of the other’s hands and wait– who put a bucket and spade in the boot?

Free for all, except this isn’t the battlefield, no it’s a damn beach and once your feet touch the warm sand, all of you are dispersing into different directions. Ghost looks around, trying to figure out where everyone went in the five seconds he turned to grab the cooler bag, only to see you lounging on a sunbed. He has to admit, he was curious as to how you’d navigate a situation like this with your clear fear. But now he can only scold himself as he slowly approaches you, your head turning before you beckon him over with a wide grin. You’re a trained soldier, you’ll be perfectly fine.. right?

He drops his duffel bag down beside you, getting comfortable on the sunbed as the others run along the beach like bumbling fools. Accidentally he must’ve let out a scoff because you laugh, turning to look at him as his brows unintentionally furrow. “What? They’re runnin’ around like they’re six.” He says gruffly, trying to get comfortable on the small and flimsy sunbed but failing when he realises both his legs barely fit.

“You’re just boring, skullface.” You know he hates that stupid nickname, but it just motivates to use it all the more. Still, his eyes are more focused on the nervous tap of your fingers against your leg, your jaw slightly clenched as you look out at the soldiers running around near the water.

“Oh? I don't see you making sandcastles.. or splashin’ around either.” He watches you freeze at his last words, his eyebrows slighlty beginning to furrow in deep concern. You were so far from the water, practically at the top of the beach but you still looked agitated, like you were just managing to glue it all together.

”Hmph, I'm relaxing before I beat all of you in snooker tonight.” He highly doubts that’s even slightly possible, but you’re quite adamant on the former as you stretch out and get ready fro your midday nap. Of course, how could he forget your daily necessity? Regardless of that, he sticks firmly by your side, satisfied that you werent so nervous that you wouldn't be able to nap peacefully— or maybe that was because he’d scare off anyone in a 5 mile radius just with that mask alone. He settles on watching the waves lap until he gets bored enough to aimlessly scroll on his phone, unable to find anything to captivate his attention long enough. Damnit, you were rubbing off on him. After stealing your book for a bit, the heat of the sun finally sets on his nerves and he heads towards the small bar, looking for a cool drink. Just before he leaves though, he adjusts the umbrella above where you lay, a little worried that you’d overheat in your sleep but your head feels fairly cool against his hands, for now at least.

Footsteps, they’re soft in your ears muffled by rocks that are kicked. There’s small snickers too, coming from different directions and no matter where you try and run to chase one, they always appear right behind you again.

Splashing, it’s colder now, a breeze washing over your body and making you shiver.

Strain, your arms feel tight, as do your legs, like you’re being stretched like those stupid toys that were always advertised but you never actually got.

“Is she up yet?” A voice says, so close yet so far.

“Nah, still out.” Accompanied by laughter.

A splash of water on your face has you attempting to sit up only to fail immediately, your wrists locked in a tight hold, ankles kicking restlessly. “What? Who—?” Your head turns frantically, confused and instinctively wanting nothing more but to be free.

“Chill out, we’re just giving you a little diving lesson.” The soldier who you’d giggle with on patrol holds your legs, laughing at your shocked face. As you look around, you realise the fellow soldiers you’ve shared meals with for two weeks have kidnapped you from your napping spot, carrying you somewhere.

It’s fine, they’re your friends, they wont hurt you.

“Hey! I was sleeping very peacefully y’know.” You huff, playfully though still half awake, rolling your eyes as you slacken your protests.

”Yeah, drooling too.” The one holding your wrists laughs as the one walking alongside them pinches your cheeks. Damnit, they’re so damn annoying all the time arent they? Ghost’s right, they’re like little kids with the way they ran straight into the ocean—

Ocean?

Your head snaps to the side, managing to strain your neck only to see that the one holding your legs has already stepped towards the shore, water now splashing gently onto the sand beneath you. “Hey— wait, where are you taking me?” You’re thrashing around now, panic bubbling in your throat as your nails press into the soldier’s hand, scrambling for them to let go. “Oh come on, just a small splash.”

You hate their laughter, you hate this, you hate having to watch the waves rise over his foot as they carry you in, your heart thumping louder with each second. “Let me go!”

They don't listen— why wont they listen?

The water is up to his ankles, too high for your liking and you’re not scared anymore— you’re fearing the worst. Images flash through your mind, the horrible splashing of their steps louder than the pounding in your head.

You kick, wriggle, squirm, anything and it’s useless— why is it so useless?

Their steps are making droplets splash on you, the water is growing higher, ready to consume and you’re cold, too cold even with the sun burning through you. Cold with soaked cheeks.

Ghost hears the screams first, so high it almost sends him into a frenzy only nightmares have brought him crumbling to. He doesn't think, spilling the can of coke without a second thought as he runs over, sand kicking up with each heavy step of his stupid army boots he wears all the time. The crowd of soldiers are shoved to the side by his hands, carving a path directly to you who now sits in the sand right by the shore, trembling so harshly as you pull your knees to your chest, albeit with great struggle. “Woah, woah, you’re okay— you’re not wet. See? Sand, look you’re on the sand.” But you’re too far gone, your hair falling over your face as you hunch over, hands grasping at nothing but the air. Your face is starting to grow wet from the silent tears,trickling down your cheeks and kissing your legs, the wet feeling making you fear the worst has happened.

“What the hell are you all staring at?” His Lieutenant's voice comes back like it never left, the soldiers standing to attention just as fast and scrambling away before they feel the wrath of the man before them.

You’re trying your best to shovel it all in, all the fears but it’s near impossible, not when you can still hear the splashing, not when you can hear the laughter of the kids down the beach. Not here.

“Up we get, come on.” He places his hand beneath your arms and hoists you up to stand, one hand slipping behind your back to rub up and down, trying to get you to your senses. “You’re all dry, okay? Nothing happened, you’re alright.” He’s trying to keep his voice as calm as he can for you but it’s near impossible when you’re looking like that before him, like a person whose nearly missed death. Dammit, you didnt even look this bad when you were shot in the leg, and that was a pool of blood to say the least.

He leads you away from the shore, bringing you to a small cobbled footpath away from all the cafe’s, loud icecream vans and children screaming about needing to pee. His hand continues to rub slow circles, continuously soothing your trembles as he reminds you to breathe in and out. Only when everyone was out of sight did he pick you up properly, hoisting your legs to wrap around his middle as one hand pushed your face into his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get you into the car, okay?” Sure he should’ve done that way earlier, clearly by the way your hands were shaking like crazy. But if he knows anything about you, he definitely knows you don't want to make a scene. Being seen as weak is practically the worst thing for you, not that he thought what happened made you weak, but he already knew what you’d be saying if he had swooped you up right then and there in front of everyone.

“Ghost— i..” You begin to sniffle out but he shakes his head, firmly patting your back in confirmation. “Nope. Quiet— don't wanna hear it.” He carries you further down the road, turning into the empty parking lot near a small block of houses. Finally he reaches the car, windows tinted to hide you as he opens the door with one hand, a low groan escaping him before he finally settles you in the backseat. Going around to the boot, he opens it quickly, grabbing a spare towel he brought and rummaging through a bag that was supposed to be for the team’s silly movie night later. Not that he’d participate, but he felt giving them some snacks would be a good mission well done.

Your eyes are locked onto your knees, refusing to look anywhere and your face has dried up, slightly red from how harshly you had rubbed at your eyes. He settles in beside you, about to offer you a drink when you’re clenching the seats, eyes already tearing up once more.

“It’s fine— really, i just- I was just a little shaken, they didn't mean it, I wasn’t properly awake yet and it startled me. ” You ramble between breaths, unable to find an excuse to rebuild your dignity in time but he just lets out a long breath, anger clearly holding back. A soft towel is draped around you, covering your upper half entirely as he folds it over your front.

“You dont need to explain. It’s fine— i dont like the damn beach either.” He mumbles out, not sure how else to express the fury he feels that you had to feel that terrified, more towards himself for leaving you alone when he knew you were uneasy. All he can do for now is place an arm around your shoulders as you continue to quietly sniffle and tremble at the shock and horror you felt in the past ten minutes. You were clearly uncomfortable too, and how badly he wanted to tell you that he didn't care if a colour terrified you, nor a tiny butterfly; he just wanted you, as with the few he really cares about, to be comfortable and happy. Never should someone have to face their fears like that, he knows what that can do to a person. But he can't word it properly, can't express how you’re the strongest he knows and the smartest and every other good adjective in the damn dictionary because you are that. And he refuses for you to believe otherwise just because the majority aren't scared of the same things you are.

Your nose presses into the sleeves of your shirt, eyes scrunched tight as you try to will the tears away. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” It’s stern, too harsh, but he doesn't know what else to do, just wanting to wipe that miserable look on your face. “There’s nothing to apologise for.. Do you need me to leave?” He asks, suddenly wondering if you’d calm down quicker if he just left you alone. Of course you would, who would want this stiff man rubbing their back while crappily convincing them that they’re not drowning and just got a scare from a stupid idiotic prank? He could at least speak a bit more, reassure you that whatever you choose is fine but nothing comes to his mouth. You shake your head thankfully, refusing to let him leave you alone.

“Are you annoyed with me?” Your voice is quiet, so quiet, and he hates that you feel this small. You should be smiling and having fun like everyone else, not tearing up infront of your lieutenant who you just barely felt comfortable around— or well, he thought that was the case.

“Never.” He says gruffly and he’s caught off guard when you hug him tightly, one that has him stuttering to breathe for a moment. Though his shock is quickly broken when your sniffles pick up, quiet sobs hitting his chest head on. He wants to complain, beg you to stop crying because not even he can bear to see you like this. But he knows whilst it pains him, you need to let it out for all the weeks you’ve been terrified for and stayed strong. His arms wrap around you just as tight, his chin resting above your head as he feels his shirt wetten by the second.

“You’re stronger than me.” He murmurs quietly, one hand gently rubbing your shoulder as he just sits there, letting you take whatever ounce of comfort you somehow receive from him. “You could’ve given up long ago but you didn't. How could I be mad at someone who's worked so hard to keep the rest of us safe even when they didnt feel safe themself?”

Oops. He might’ve made you cry a lot harder with that one, and his eyes widening show his momentary panic as he tries to soothe you again, tucking you as close as possible.

You settle a while later, pulling away just enough to wipe your reddened eyes. His eyes are softened as he looks down at you, partially glad he doesn't have to burn alive in the sun anymore and can just spend time with you in this car.. though it’s warming up pretty quickly. You seem to have the same thoughts as him because you look up, unable to stop a little smile crawling onto your lips. The sight is bright, even the tears in your eyes making them sparkle more than usual. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He asks, hoping you’d keep doing that a little longer.

“You’re sweating like crazy..” You’re half tempted to snicker, but it comes out more like a sniffle and he just lets out a breathless sigh, rolling his eyes as he squashes your cheeks. “I do all this and that’s what you say? You’re a minx, yknow that?”

Well, he supposes it is your day off, and he’s restless as it is anyway. So, he pretends to huff at you, even if you see past him instantly, and slides out the seat beside you to get into the driver's seat. You follow, climbing into the passenger seat and he straps you in before you can even try. He rolls down the windows after he starts driving through the town, letting the summer air refresh you all while he’d occasionally look over every time he got caught in a little traffic. . But you looked like you needed a moment to gather your thoughts and yourself, so he’d give you that, for now at least.

He takes you to the nearest mall, hunting down one of those ice cream shops, but not something basic, no, that’s just boring. “Amorino?” Your voice is muffled by the skull mask he reluctantly let you borrow— but you looked uncomfortable walking around with the tear stains still on your cheeks, so he relented quickly.

“Pick your flavours.” You get your two favourites, picking them both until he urges you to pick another, not that you can decide. “Can't you just pick your favourite for me?” That’s how you end up with a cone in your hand, a pretty flower shaped ice cream right on top with each of your flavours curved into petals. He sips his milkshake, watching as you stare in complete awe as you both walk through the mall. “How— what? This is sick, Ghost!”

“If you keep staring at it, it’ll melt before you even try it.” He watches your eyes go wide, quickly licking up the sides to catch any melting parts before instantly grinning at the overwhelming sweetness. “This is like— top tier!” Though he does end up facepalming when you grip his sleeve tightly, groaning about a brain freeze.

He lets you try out the crappy claw machine games, and then even tries on one Hawaiian shirt all while you’re giggling so hard you almost trip over. He has to hold your wrist after that, but you don't complain, using it as an opportunity to drag him wherever you want, and he follows.

It’s almost seven pm, and he takes you back to the hotel since you and the team planned to get dinner. He still had to have a virtual briefing with Price, so you would be on your own for this one. They’re waiting for you in the lobby, the three culprits from before standing anxiously. “I’ll be in the car, on the phone to Price and the others.” It’s a silent offer, giving you a chance at any time to return to where he is and sit in the back if you need to get away for whatever reason. He’d prefer to be beside you, but at least this gives you a safe way out. “Alright, thanks. I’ll head in now— just make sure you grab something to eat too? Okay?” You give him a smile, before you awkwardly step inside the hotel, approaching the others. Ghost’s hands tense, fists clenching as he watches for any sign of the idiots acting up again. Thankfully, they learnt their lesson and they immediately apologise to you, frowns on all their faces before lighting up when you extend your forgiveness to them. You were scared they’d laugh at you, but Ghost knew that they saw you like a little sister— even if they were absolute idiots sometimes. He decides to leave you after watching you leave the hotel with them, heading for a restaurant down the street as you link arms with a female soldier you know, grinning.

It’s late when he hears a soft rap at the hotel room door, confused at who could possibly knock at this hour. “It’s me, Lt.” Werent you supposed to be watching movies with the others?

“Come in.”

You open the door with the keycard he gave you earlier, dressed in your pajamas and with a bowl of popcorn in your hand. Quietly you walk over to where he lays on the bed, settling on the other side as you place the bowl between the two of you. This is how it goes for the next twenty minutes or so, you scrolling through your phone and watching stupid videos as you nibble on the popcorn all while he continues to read his book, occasionally grabbing a piece of popcorn just to keep you happy. It only ends when he catches you yawning from the corner of his eye, one, twice and thrice. “You should get some rest. You’ve had a long day.” He hums, flicking to the next page as he continues to read but the words aren't really going to his head in the slightest, his mind fixated on you.

“Hm.. okay.” You sigh, before placing your phone onto the bedside table and tucking yourself beneath his blankets, now watching him from your

position smushed against his pillow.

“You have your own bed, Sergeant.” He states, raising a brow but he’s particularly careful not to lower nor raise his voice, keeping it central as he looks at you and closes his book.

“Hey, you said I was welcome if it was an emergency.”

He did say that, perhaps a long, long time ago when you first came bundling into his life before he even knew you that well. Besides, it’s not like he planned to actually kick you out. So for now he just lets out an empty scoff, goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth before turning the lights off by the switch. The room is shrouded by darkness and you look around, wondering where he went, when two arms wrap around your front, bringing you forward against his chest. “Don’t make me regret this.” He says gruffly, but you know he doesn't care all that much, and he knows that your playful facade is trying to hide the trembles that still linger in your hands when you hear the ocean lap outside your room’s window. Tonight, he’s holding you tight and never letting you go; he’d be found dead before he ever lets anything snatch you, whether that be the ocean, someone, or even fear itself.

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[buckysgrace]

now daddy!steve hcs?

OOOOOH interesting thoughts hmmmmm.... thank you for this!!

Also a baby hog. Probably does a lot of cosleeping (ik that's like a no no now but)

He's definitely over prepared. He has read up on books, magazines etc to find out everything he needs to know to prepare for the birth and welcoming of his little baby

Definitely see him being a teen parent idk just fitting in a way

Gives his baby all the love and attention that he never felt like he got <3

Also looooves to show his kids off. He's very very proud of them (and you of course hehe)

Gets up every time the baby cries, even if it's your turn. Also very good at changing diapers he has made a sort of game out of it to see how fast he can do it (and if he can do it without gagging this time lmao)

His babies have to have lots of hair of course, also covered in lil moles like him as they get older hehe

also very cute if they have his big cute head hehe

Robin of course would constantly be complimenting him for managing to make something so cute

Lots of family road trips!! he will turn this car around damn it

I can see him sort of becoming overwhelmed at the first 2-3? like ok yes still big family but lets wait a few years before we start going again lmao

Cries when he gets to cut the umbilical cord hehe. Also very very excited for the skin to skin contact so he can bond with his lil baby

Would sing them them to sleep in the rocking chair. He also ends up passing out but it's fine

Idk why I picture him having fussier babies but I do?? Really struggles and feels awful the first few months until the little baby finally gets settled :)))

Ya know he's searching for matching shoes with his kids too, most definitely lmao

takes them to all sorts of events for holidays and everything else lmaooo just wants them to get the most out of it

also loves to blow raspberries on his babies to get them giggling hehe

Gets his hair pulled a lot by them :/

lots of nose kisses hehe

Loves to play with them but sort of does it in a dangerous way? and not as in the kids getting hurt, as in he's the one accidentally getting beat up by them lmao

His children are definitely huge bundles of bursting energy hehe. Always needing to do something.

His kids are runners lmao. Almost all of them. Y'all look away for a second and they're sprinting smh

and at least one of them is a biter too omg

Is ashamed to admit that he tried to backpack leashes a few times lmaooo but in his defense they were cute!! Only stopped using them because the children liked to run as fast as they could, only to see how far they'd fly when they got yanked back lmao. They thought it was hilarious, you guys did not.

Probably buys a lot of toys for them within the first few years until he realizes that most go to waste?? so then he's more particular and careful about his selections lol

Also I can see him being a lil overbearing at first?? Just very concerned with the first few over keeping hands clean, what they're eating, etc etc. I think he eventually develops a nice balance tho??

Also spends a lot of time making sure they're being safe and healthy (like putting sunscreen on for example or making sure they're staying hydrated) but forgets to do that for himself lmao. Ends up with the nastiest sunburn ever

Definitely curses for the first time in front of them too when one of them accidentally hits his reddened skin

Tries to get interested into everything his kids like so he can be involved too?? Or at least show that he cares??

loooooves to show off on the trampoline too and his kids think it's so cool?? lots of time spent learning how to backflip. and roughhousing omg

Does his best to help them in school as much as possible, but he's definitely panicking the whole time lmao. Love the idea of him trying to teach himself and his child math late at night

Overall he's a very, very good daddy hehe.

[biisexualemma]

forget it. matt murdock

word count: 3.3k

requested: nope

warnings: none but a bit of angst

plot: matt kissed you and told you to forget about it

a/n: i confess that i've had this hidden away in my drafts for a very, very long time with 90% of it written up :/ but nevertheless it's here now and you can give it a read and let me know what you think. personally i LOVE this fic and deeply love matthew murdock, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it!

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"hey!" you beamed, entering the familiar bar full of familiar smells and faces. you immediately encountered the strawberry blonde who's face lit up when she saw you.

"you came!" she cheesed, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing tight. you laughed, squeezing her back an appropriate amount. "i thought you told foggy you couldn't make it?" she quizzed, forever the detective.

"i know," you admitted, pulling out of the hug so you could see her lovely blue eyes, your hands still touching her forearms. "guess i changed my mind-- i couldn't miss your birthday celebrations, what kind of friend would i be?"

"a terrible one. i'd have been bad mouthing you all night," she wore a teasing smile, eyes glistening like they always did. they glanced away from you, locking onto something behind you when you remembered you hadn't arrived solo. "am i in need of an introduction?" she quirked an eyebrow, corner of her lip turning into a smirk as she eyeballed the brunette slowly coming up behind you, a hand snaking around your waist.

"oh, sorry, right," you babbled, your fingers touching your forehead at your forgetfulness and lack of manners. "this is my friend, patrick," you glanced at the man on your left who's eyes were focused on karen's inquisitive blue ones. "pat, this is karen."

"hey, nice to meet you," he held out his free hand for her to shake, which she took, offering a kind smile. your heart tightened at the interaction. "y/n's told me a lot about you."

"none of the embarrassing stuff i promise," you quickly added when she gave you a worrisome side eye, causing you to choke out a laugh. 

she seemed to glide right past this and straight into interrogation. "i didn't know you were seeing anyone?" she gave you another glance, trying desperately not to give away what she was thinking although it was fairly obvious to you. you were sure most people in this room were thinking the same thing. what about matt?

well, what about matt was that he kissed you drunkenly one night, and told you to forget all about it the next morning. so you did, though it broke your heart a little. you had only been in love with him the moment you laid eyes on him that first day at nelson and murdock and you always had a sneaky suspicion that he felt the same. based on the gentle way he spoke to you, his reassuring nudges when you were stressed over a case, soft creases in the corners of his eyes when you would laugh a little too hard at a joke foggy had made. karen and foggy teased you relentlessly about it for months, you brushed it off and matt would just shake his head and laugh. and then he kissed you, it was late, you both had been at josie's all night drinking and you helped him home because your apartment was only a block over from his, even though he insisted he was fine. you trailed with him up the steps, stopped outside his door and he stood to face you, swaying a little closer to you as the alcohol effected his balance. you grabbed hold of his forearms, giggling a little as you let out a soft woah there tiger, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning down and kissing you.

you hadn't spoken again since he caught you the next morning before work and told you that to remain professional you should both forget anything ever happened and move on. 

you tried to move on, you met patrick not long after but it didn't feel the same as it did when matt had kissed you. you suspected it never would. but patrick was nice, he was kind and he could be funny sometimes. there was no reason for you not to like him and enjoy spending time with him.

"it's still pretty new," you forced yourself to smile and lean into him affectionately no matter how unnatural it felt. you wanted to enjoy yourself tonight, not spend it worrying about what other people were thinking. this was hard to do though when you had spotted him across the room the second you had walked into josie's.

you found it hard to engage in conversation, thankfully karen and patrick were both naturally very chatty people, and kept the conversation going despite your lack of involvement. you couldn't help your eyes trailing over to where matt stood, talking with foggy.

that was when foggy caught your eye, his eyes widening along with his smile as he waved madly at you before marching over. matt trailing behind his friend, looking a little lost. 

"shit," you mumbled under your breath, but you managed to catch patricks attention. he turned to you with a quiet hm? but it was too late, they were both here already.

"you told me you weren't coming!" foggy beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. you let out an uncomfortable laugh, shrugging your shoulders. "you're turning me into a liar," he teased as he pulled away.

"sorry," you breathed out a laugh, glancing at matt who stood carefully next to foggy and karen, quietly listening in on the situation with slightly furrowed brows. "it was last minute," you bit down on your bottom lip trying to disguise your discomfort.

"this is y/n's friend patrick," karen quickly changed the subject to avoid rehashing the same conversation. "they're new," she gave you a small wink like she was saving you the trouble of explaining everything again to more people.

matt let out a quiet hm which went unnoticed by most but not by you, you shot him a quick glare. you reached down for patricks hand and held onto it with your own. "this is foggy, and matt," you introduced, forcing a gentle smile. you watched patrick shake hands with foggy, before he moved to shake matt's hand. matt, however, just stood there, eyes hidden behind those red tinted glasses, hands to himself.

"you have to be verbal with him, you know, talk him through your intentions" foggy teased his friend, a smirk lining his lips as he glanced at matt out the corner of his eye. "he can be a bit slow."

matt snorted, ducking his head to hide his laughter. patrick spluttered and froze, fearing he'd done something wrong. they really thought they were so funny. you rolled your eyes, pulling away from patrick for a second so you could slap matts shoulder and then foggy's. matt snorted a little harder at the contact from you, foggy frowning slightly as he rubbed the area you'd hit him. "both of you, knock it off,"

karen rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her lips remained. 

"oh, relax, it was just a joke," foggy continued to rub his arm, his smile slowly moving back onto his face. "matt's blind, not slow. he can't see you or your handshake."

patrick's face was a picture, it almost made you snort out a laugh, but you held it in, biting down on the inside of your cheek. his mouth hung open, eyes wide like he had offended matt somehow when he in fact had done no wrong. matt and foggy just liked to have fun with this kind of thing.

"oh-- shit man, i'm sorry i didn't know--" he glanced at you for help and you couldn't help but crack a smile, quickly hiding it with the back of your hand. you reached out and touched his arm, giving a reassuring squeeze, shaking your head. 

"we're just messing with you man," matt reassured, a smile lining his lips that looked a little too amused as he held out his hand for patrick to shake. "nice to meet you," he spoke with a tight jaw, his hand gripping patrick's a little too tightly. 

"pat, d'you wanna grab us a drink?" your hand still on his shoulder, you gave him a gentle nudge towards the bar where he stumbled off with a quiet yeah 'course. "you've probably just scarred him for life," you said to the group once patrick was out of ear shot.

the three of them burst out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in. you had missed this sense of normalcy between the four of you that had been missing for a while.

-

"hey," matt mumbled, approaching you from behind almost as soon as patrick had left your side to grab a cab outside. he nudged your shoulder with his as he moved to stand in front of you, he leaned an elbow against the bar you were sat up at. "how you doing?"

you pulled your eyes away from his and down to your drink where they had been moments ago. "i'm fine," you said softly, carefully avoiding his vacant stare. even if they were covered by those red lenses, you found matt's stare incredibly hard to keep, he had a way of looking right through you. "you?"

"fine," he nodded, his voice raspy and quiet. you brought the glass in your hand to yours lips and sipped slowly, as he let out a heavy breath through his nostrils. "is this how it's gonna be from now on?"

"don't know what you mean?" you sat your glass back down, gulping down on the lump on your throat.

"yeah, you do," he rolled his eyes slightly. he gripped the stool in front of him, that sat between the two of you. "i don't want things to be weird with us."

you shook your head, pursing your lips as you swirled the alcohol around in the glass. "why would things be weird?" you tried to play it off, but you gave yourself away with your fidgeting and quietness when you spoke. 

"because i kissed you, and i shouldn't have," he lowered his voice as he said, his head ducking slightly to grow closer to you. you glanced at him for a second but quickly pulled your eyes away again, shaking your head again.

"you said forget about it," you repeated his words back to him. "so i forgot about it, matt."

"we haven't spoken since--"

"we're speaking right now--"

"before tonight you haven't said two words to me-- you've been getting karen to send messages to me from the next room--"

"why'd you think that is?" you snapped, he was relentless and you couldn't listen to his guilty conscience any longer. "you were an asshole matt. what you did hurt, and i don't feel like forgiving you yet so you'll just have to deal with it for a little longer."

he was taken aback by your sharpness, he visibly retracted from you. you grabbed your drink and gulped back what was left in the glass. "i'm gonna go find my date," you slammed the glass back down and slipped off the bar stool and onto your feet, you shrunk in front of him. he wore a soft frown, his lips pressed tightly together. "see you in the office, matt."

he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. you glanced down at his soft grip on you before meeting his stare. "don't go with him," he muttered only to you, his jaw tense. "i'll take you home."

you yanked your arm free pretty easily, he wasn't holding onto you very tight. he was giving you mixed signals and it was making everything that was swirling around inside your head much harder to deal with. "it's not funny to mess with me like this, matt," your voice cracked slightly, breaking your hard front you had put up with him. "leave me alone."

-

patrick had picked up on your change in mood on the drive back to your place but didn't want to ask what had caused it for fear of having to discuss it. he dropped you off without a word on the matter, kissed you goodnight and didn't try to invite himself in.

you sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, head resting against them and your eyelids drooping. you were so tired from the events that occurred that night but your mind was so busy it was keeping you awake.

you really hated matt right now. he was so selfish for acting the way he did, he didn't seem to care how you felt about any of it. he'd made the decision to forget about it, and that was that. only to send you mixed signals tonight. it made no sense.

you let out a sigh, rubbing your tired eyes when there was a knock on the door. you climbed up and over the door, confused as to who would be knocking on your door this late at night. maybe patrick had forgotten something.

you peeped through the hole in your door, letting out an exasperated sigh when you saw matt on the other side. hesitating with your hand loosely on the door handle, your groaned and quickly swung the the door open.

"what are you doing here, matt?" you asked quickly, head resting against the edge of the door. you features turned into a soft frown, as you watched him jittery in front of you.

"i didn't want to leave things between us like that," he confessed. "you're my friend and i don't want you to hate me because i did something stupid."

his eyebrows raised, creating creases in his forehead, his cane was propped against the wall and his hands expressively trying to show you just how much he meant what he said. his eyes were hidden behind those glasses but you could figure out just about how they probably looked. buggy and intense, like the rest of him. 

"will you shut up and come inside, i have neighbours and i don't want them to hate me," you yanked his shirt and pulled him into your apartment along with his cane. you let out a deep sigh when you shut the door behind the both of you, turning you found matt not too far behind you, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

"i don't hate you," you said after a brief silence but he gave you a frown that wasn't convinced by what you'd said. "i don't... i'm mad at you, and i don't think you can blame me."

"i know but i want to fix this," he pleaded, taking a step closer to you. "i really want to fix this because i can't stand you being mad at me," he removed the glasses from his face, his familiar glossy brown eyes appearing from behind them. "i'm used to having you around, bugging me and foggy and making jokes to lighten the mood in really heavy cases. you're sweet and kind and everything that i can lack sometimes when i don't have you there to keep me in check," he was letting loose.

"c'mon matt," you shook your head. "i miss how things were in the office but you clearly don't understand the gravity of what you did, so i can't just go back," you ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a huff of air, your eyes so tired and your body exhausted from having this conversation so many times with him.

"i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable," he admitted, his eyes distant but focused at the same time. "when i kissed you, it was impulsive and stupid. i wasn't thinking about how it would change things, all i could think about was you."

you shook your head. matt stood silently, eyes unfocused as he listened to your rapid heartbeat.

"i'm tired, matt," you sighed, a small frown falling on your lips. "i've had enough of this for one night, you're really messing with my head."

"i'm not doing this to mess with you," he took a couple steps closer to where you were standing near the door. he listened to your uneven breaths as he grew nearer. "i was being selfish when i kissed you— jeez' and i still am now."

he ran the palm of his hand over his face as he came to the realisation that he was only continuing his selfish rampage by being here in your apartment right now. "i'll go," he mumbled, his head falling down, his gaze directed towards the floor now. "sorry for being a jerk."

you, amidst matts outburst, stood quite still, your mouth hanging open slightly as his words replayed in your head. you tried to speak but you couldn't think what to say, everything about this was so confusing.

he brushed your shoulder as he walked around you and pulled at the door handle to leave, but you quickly, without hesitation, pushed the door shut again before he got any further.

"wait a minute— why do you think i'm mad at you?" you eyebrows knitted together the longer you thought about what he'd said.

"'cause i kissed you," he repeated, his hand lingering near the door as if he was expecting this conversation to go south.

"and you were being selfish because?" you asked him to clarify, your chin touching your shoulder as you glanced over to look at him.

"because... i was so caught up in wanting to kiss you, that i didn't even consider whether you wanted me to," he felt like you were dragging this out now just to humiliate him. 

you were quiet for a moment, twisting the rest of your body around so you could look at him properly again. his hands clutched onto his cane, eyes hidden behind the red lenses he'd propped back onto his face but you could see the frown, the confusion in his expression.

"matt," you had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself to smiling. you wanted to slap yourself for being so blind, matt you couldn't blame. he hummed. "i was mad at you for telling me to forget about it. not because you kissed me."

his expression softened, it was a sight to behold. the corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly, but unsure, his eyebrows knitted for a split second as he tried to form his words into something coherent. "wait— so you—"

"—wanted you to kiss me, you idiot," you rolled your eyes, letting out an amused snort. 

"you're kidding," his words came out slow, his brain ticking over as he caught up with you. "i only told you to forget about, thinking that's what you wanted."

"i haven't been able to forget about any of it," your voice soft, unsure still of where this was going.

matt was quiet for a moment, you could see his brain working through the stages until he spoke again, his smile slipping for a second. "what about pat?" he put some emphasis on the nickname, almost making fun.

"patrick never kissed me like you did, murdock," you shook your head softly, hopeful in your attempt to convey just how stupid you'd been in all of this. "in fact, you all did a good job of scaring him off tonight. i think he realised he was getting involved in something far more complicated than he signed up for, he couldn't get out of here fast enough."

"he was an idiot anyway," matt's smirk slowly crept back onto his lips. "not good enough for you," you took a solitary step closer to him when he said this.

you hummed. "and you figured that out from a five minute conversation with the guy?"

"i know you, y/l/n," he matched you, taking a step closer, now only a few inches apart. you hummed again, watching as he stared right though you. it was in your nature to argue with him on this, but he was right. matt murdock knew you better than anybody, and he was still here, waiting for you. "he was too nice for you."

you cocked an eyebrow, your hand reached out and grabbed his tie between your fingertips, pulling it ever so gently. you hummed again. "and what would that make you, murdock?" you were teasing when you said it, but matt edged closer to you, moving with your tug of his tie. one hand jerked the bottom of your shirt, closing that last inch of space between you two, the other had moved to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat with a gentle squeeze.

"i can be nice," his breath fanning your face now that you were in such close proximity, he heard your own breath get caught in your throat, lips parting slightly as his brushed against yours. "but not tonight." 

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Expecting

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Female!Reader

Synopsis: You invite Leon over to tell him some news.

CW: mention of pregnancy

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited for Leon. He was on his way to you, possibly panicked in the same way you were. He didn't know yet, but you'd have to tell him. Leon had been gone for long enough that you were pretty sure that he could take one look at you and figure out what this was all about. He had left you months ago without much word, but the fetus growing inside of you was definitely his. You hadn't slept with anybody else, not when you were still holding out for a change of heart.

"(Y/n), open up. It's Leon!" He called out over a couple of quick knocks. You took a deep breath to steady your heart, but it wasn't much use. You were still absolutely freaking out when you opened the door to see him.

Leon looked good. He had never showed up to your door looking bad, but this was a nice change from the usual suit you saw him in. The leather jacket reminded you of the guys you had always been too scared to date in college. His chest was practically straining against his shirt, as were the muscle in his legs with his jeans. You were sure that a big part of his affect on you was hormonal, but all you wanted to do was climb him like a tree.

"Come in, and you'll probably want to sit down for this," you warned. Leon seemed skeptical, but still did as you said. "Okay, so, um, I'm pregnant."

"I've been gone for a long time," Leon said. He didn't seem upset, which was a good thing. However, you noticed that he didn't exactly seem happy either.

"There hasn't been anybody else in almost a year, so I think it's safe to assume that you're the father," you told him. You didn't mean to sound so short with him, but you couldn't help it. "I know that you're not the relationship type, so I don't expect anything special. I just wanted to let you know, give you that option."

"I won't just leave you to raise our baby by yourself. I've been staying in Colorado, but it's definitely time that I come back to DC again. There will always be secrets, but if you give me a chance I won't throw it away," Leon promised you.

"Alright, I like the sound of you being around more. And Colorado, seriously? Not even a phone call." You shoved his shoulder back, and Leon just flopped back against your couch. You turned away to hide the evidence of your amusement. Everything considered, Leon always knew how to make you laugh.

"Do you know the sex yet? If you'd let me, I would love to help with the name and some other stuff. I can put the nursery together here, I'm pretty capable with my hands." You paused for a moment as you listened to Leon. He was offering himself up, that much was obvious. The man who had run at the first sight of feelings before was openly asking for involvement.

"A girl, and some help with the name would be great. I've been driving myself crazy trying to come up with one. I know it's short notice, but I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow if you wanted to join me?" You tried not to sound too hopeful, but Leon didn't hide his excitement at your invitation at all.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Birthdays ~ Love That Burns

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST / EVERYDAY MOMENTS MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,950ish

Summary: You know that Logan struggles with dates, so you take on the birthdays. Even if that means ignoring yours.

Warning(s): birthdays, negative self talk

Notes: Please share your thoughts! This fic goes with my series, Love That Burns! Please give it a read!

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks! 

It didn’t shock you to find out that Logan couldn’t remember his birthday. You didn’t make a big deal of it when the two of you were at the mansion. But now that you two were alone at the cabin, you decided that his birthday was worth celebrating. Though, you couldn’t let Logan know that just yet.

One morning, you and Logan were in the kitchen. He was eating breakfast while you were finishing up packing his lunch.

“Logan?” You questioned.

“Mhm?” He hummed, looking at you as he chewed his food.

“What time do you think you’ll be home tonight?”

“Around 4. I’m gonna try to be home earlier though, to help you with dinner.”

Your heart swelled at Logan’s thoughtfulness. “No rush.”

Logan’s brow quirked up. You were usually more excited to him home and helping you. He studied you as zipped up his lunchbox. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong. In fact, you seemed happy, lighter.

“Is something up, sweetheart?” Logan questioned.

“What?” You replied, confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you told be ‘no rush’ in coming home. Do you not want me to come home early?”

“You know I always want you home, Logan.”

“Then maybe I call in sick.”

“Too bad I just packed you a lunch.” You walked over and set it down next to him at the table. You leaned down and kissed his head before taking his plate and mug. “Don’t worry about me, Logan, I’m fine. I promise.”

“You’ve said that before.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m just—“

“No!” You lunged over and knocked the phone from his grip. He looked at you with surprise. “Go to work, please?”

Logan took you by the hips and pulled you into his lap. “What is goin’ on, sweetheart?”

You shook your head. “Just go to work and you’ll see when you come home, okay? I promise it’s nothing bad.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Just let me do something nice for you.”

Logan hummed before stealing another kiss. “Okay. You know that I don’t like surprises, right?”

“But you like my surprises, right?”

“Sweetheart, one of your surprises was that you turn to ash when you die.”

“I came back.”

“Logan chuckled. “Damn right you did.” He gave you another kiss. “Okay. I’ll go to work. But don’t think that I won’t be checking on you frequently today.”

You smiled at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

~~~

Logan continued to check on you throughout the day as promised. You answered him quickly and didn’t let it distract you from your work. You cleaned the house thoroughly before decorating it. You had bought a variety of fake candles and placed them all around the house, turning them on so they flickered. You hung up two happy birthday signs: one in the living room and one above your bed. You readied the snacks, desserts, and drinks you had hidden for his birthday; displaying them neatly on the table. You knew that Logan didn’t care for decorations or anything looking fancy, but it still felt good to do something like this for Logan. 

Once Logan told you he was on his way home, you changed into the new lingerie that you had bought for tonight and covered it up with one of Logan’s flannels. You turned off all the nights, allowing the candles to be the only source of light in the house. You bit your lip nervously as you listened for the truck to pull up. You knew that you went a bit over the top, but you were hoping that Logan could still enjoy it. Flames flickered at your fingertips as you heard the truck pull up and Logan exit it.

“Y/N? Honey?” Logan called as he entered the house, curious as to why the lights weren’t on. He took off his boots and hung up his jacket before entering the house further. Logan froze at the entrance to the living room, seeing the sign, candles everywhere, and you standing there in one of his flannels. “Sweetheart? What—? How did you—“

“Happy birthday, James,” you told him with a smile. “I figured that you didn’t remember when it was, so I thought that I would remind you.”

“This is all… for me?”

You giggled. “Well, obviously. Do you… do you like it?”

Logan didn’t answer, instead he rushed towards you and pulled you in for a kiss. You melted into him as he tried to pour all the words he couldn’t say into the kiss. When he broke the kiss, Logan kept you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“This is… the kindness thing anyone has ever done for me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to say… or how to thank you.”

“No, need.” You gave his lips a peck. “I love you, James. Happy birthday.”

Logan smirked as his eyes roamed down your form. He hummed in approval. “Is that my flannel, sweetheart?”

You nodded. “Do you like it?”

“I always like seeing you in my clothes.”

“Well, I’m sure that you’ll enjoy what’s under it even more.”

Logan growled as his grip on your hips tightened. “Yeah, honey? And what do you have under there?”

“Why don’t you open your present and find out?”

Logan didn’t waste a second in ripping the flannel off of you and letting it be tossed to the floor. You laughed as he took you in.

“Is this set new?” Logan breathed out, taking in how amazing you looked. “Just for my birthday?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You like it?”

He picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You squealed as you laughed. “Let me show you jus how much I like it.”

~~~

Logan was never good with dates. That’s why it didn’t phase him they he didn’t know your birthday until the two of you had been back at the cabin for two years. One of his coworkers had been talking about what he was doing over the weekend for his wife’s birthday and it hit him that he didn’t know when your birthday was. He was angry with himself on his way home as well as confused as to why you hadn’t said anything.

During dinner, you could tell that something was weighing on Logan. 

“Is everything alright, Logan?” You finally asked.

“Yeah, just fine,” he mumbled, focusing on moving his food around the plate.

You nodded, unconvinced. 

~~~

Dinner passed awkwardly and before you knew it, the two of you were getting ready for bed. Logan was still tense and clearly in his head. You laid down and turned to face him as he continued to get ready for the night.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked again. “It seems like something’s on your mind.”

Logan sighed as he sat on the bed. “I have a question to ask and it’s going to seem stupid.”

You sat up and moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you think it is.”

“Some guy was talking at work today about how he was celebrating his wife’s birthday over the weekend… And I realized… Fuck, I’m a horrible partner.”

“Logan?”

“I realized that I don’t even remember when your birthday is.”

You tensed. You hadn’t ever wanted to make it a big deal that he didn’t know when your birthday was. You knew that he would feel incredibly guilty about it. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you sighed.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled against his shoulder. 

“No, it’s not,” he shrugged you off and stood up. Logan turned to face you and you could see that his shoulders were slumped. His hand ran through his hair. “I should know your birthday! We’ve been together for years now and years before everything happened. I should know your damn birthday!”

“Logan, it’s okay that you don’t.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.” You could tell that he was serious about this and very much angry at himself. He huffed. “I’m going to go sleep on the couch.”

“No!” You reached out for his wrist but he pulled away. “Logan—“

“I just need a night.”

Then Logan left the room, shutting the door behind him. You sighed, tears pricking your eyes. You knew that it would only make things worse now if you chased after him, so you didn’t. But you also knew that it was hard to sleep without him. You slipped on one of his t-shirts and curled up on his side of the bed, trying to find comfort in the lingering smell on his pillow. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you struggled to fall asleep without Logan.

~~~

Logan didn’t get much sleep. He hated that he didn’t remember the important things, like your birthday, and that he walked out of the room tonight. He couldn’t sleep without you and he knew that you struggled to do the same. By the time dawn was breaking, Logan couldn’t handle being away from you anymore. He slipped into the bedroom, his heart breaking a little to see you curled up with his pillow and one of his shirts on. Logan crawled over to you and pulled you into him.

“Logan?” You mumbled, barely waking.

He kissed your cheek. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart… I’m right here… I’m sorry for not sleeping in the bed.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.”

You sighed, pushing yourself further into him. “It’s not all on you… I could’ve told you when my birthday was. I just didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Anything involving you is a big deal to me, honey.”

You smiled. “So, you won’t freak out when I say my birthday was last week.” Logan tightened his grip on you. “I’m sorry. I should have told you but I was fine just having a regular day with you.”

“You shoulda told me,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry.” You turned your head to try to look at him. “Forgive me?”

He pecked your lips. “Always.”

~~~

The day went on like normal, with you and Logan having breakfast and doing chores around the cabin. When the afternoon came around, you stayed home while Logan went into town for a few errands. Logan came back a few hours later with your need groceries, a bouquet of flowers and a small wrapped gift.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he set the groceries on the counter and handed you the flowers.

“They’re beautiful, Logan,” you commented. “What are they for?”

“Happy late birthday.”

“Logan, you didn’t have—“

“I did because I love you and I’m never going to let another one of your birthdays pass without me doin’ something for you. Here.” He handed you the small wrapped gift. “It’s nothing much but…”

You set down the flowers and carefully unwrapped the gift. You bit your lip at the photo inside. It was a rare photo of you and Logan together at the mansion, that you had never seen before. The two of you were standing on the balcony, arms wrapped around each other, with Logan pressing a kiss to your forehead. You don’t know who caught this moment on camera, but you would be forever grateful for it.

Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “Do you like it?”

“Logan,” you breathed out, growing emotional, “I love it.” You set the gift down and wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is the best birthday present I’ve ever received. Thank you.”

“I wish I could do more. Next year—“

You shook your head. “I don’t need anything more. I just need you.”

[patchouii]

She looks so gorgeous, all dressed up just to marry me, Will thought. The quiet tendril of guilt that curled around to marry me was easily stifled by the scents of bunch after bunch of flowers around the wedding gazebo, the glowing expressions of Molly’s friends and family, the flash of the photographer’s camera.

Will took her hand in his. The officiant— an elderly friend of Molly’s family— polished his glasses and began his recitation, but it was background noise. Will smiled as he held her gaze, and Molly’s responding smile was wide and radiant. 

He thought about how her lips tasted, how they felt. Petal-soft and sweet, currently lined with red lipstick that complimented her eyes nicely. He wondered if it would smear across her cheek if he kissed her like he truly wanted to kiss someone he loved. How it would look, a painted streak of red. 

Wrong. It would look wrong, of course… another clutch for balance, Will? How drastic. Pity I couldn’t send you flowers…

He squeezed Molly’s hand tighter, and smiled wider. 

“Do you, William Graham, take Molly Foster to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

The feeling was reminiscent of walking blindly down a road, the path laid before you, half-caught in a dream and knowing that something was so very wrong— but knowing that it was reality. Knowing it was happening. 

Will knew the feeling intimately. “I do.”

“Do you, Molly Foster, take William Graham to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?” 

“I do.” “I now pronounce you husband and wife, joined in eternal union. May joy and love fill all the days of your lives… Mr. Graham-Foster, you may kiss the bride!” 

A cheer went up from the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, Will could see Molly’s mother was crying happy tears, her friends clapping and whistling, and her son Walter already heading for the dessert table with the other children. 

Molly stepped in close, smelling of warm skin, crisp lace and amber perfume, and Will looped his arm over her shoulders, fingers winding gently into her hair as their lips met. 

Joined in eternal union you and I have begun to blur did you believe you could change me as I changed you I already did we’re conjoined I’m not sure if either of us could survive separation if I saw you every day forever Will I would remember this time every crime of yours feels like one of mine I wanted to run away with you I wanted you and wanted I wanted I wanted— 

And for a moment— with a hand braced against a shoulder and another around his waist, fingers in someone’s dark blonde hair, dipping slightly in a warm embrace with the glint of silver between them— a darkened kitchen materialized under his eyelids. Lemon and parsley instead of heady florals, the slickness of blood coating his arms instead of a silky white dress shirt, a broader palm and heavier breath, the glint of a karambit knife. 

I will use a gutting knife meant for precision in case my hands are unsteady, I wouldn’t want to cause any truly fatal damage… this is only a vengeful lesson in kind. They will be unsteady. He has always unsteadied me. I cannot bring myself to end that, despite everything. This is my design.

Will made a weak little half-gasp, and the soft, dewy retreat of Molly’s mouth and the fond laugh that filled the space made him ease his eyes open to meet hers. “That happy to be hitched at last, sweet man?” Will simply nodded and held her arm as he led her back down the aisle, flower petals tossed from either side. 

This would be like a perfect dream come to life, Will thought, but I’m not the perfect man for this. And the dreams I have have never been and will never be anything like this…

The wedding cake Molly had him cut for her was beautiful, decorated in vanilla buttercream frosting with chocolate swirls and cut berries. The guests clinked champagne glasses, laughing and chatting, and took plates to grab a slice. Will sunk the knife in gingerly, and the cake inside was a red so dark it was almost black. Rivulets of sticky red ran down the blade of the knife, a droplet catching between Will’s thumb and forefinger.

Molly took his hand in hers and kissed it clean, lashes low and playful. “Raspberry’s my favorite, you know.” 

Will swallowed hard.

Dawn was almost breaking by the time he drifted off that night, lying still beside his newlywed’s sleeping form in the tousled sheets. He stared at the ceiling and thought of seven doors and their keycards, guard rotations and tray meals and the sting of sodium thiopental in the veins. The recent penchant for red lipstick on another woman he’d once kissed and the clack of a cane. A lithe, loyal guardian with her hunting rifle and the princely sum that sat deposited in his bank account as something akin to a taunt. 

You know that nothing matters without me. You and I bestowed the finishing touches on the landscapes of each other’s worlds…

I think you’ll be happy to hear that the voice in my head still sounds like you. It’s only fitting.

Will smiled into the darkness of the room, and let the soft clip-clop-clip of shadowy hooves on the hallway’s hardwood sing him to sleep.

Wanna bet that Will thought of Hannibal when saying his wedding vows for Molly?

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: going steady v. Casual dating

Figured this would be pretty helpful in regard to some ship stuff but also generally the attitudes of the time period. Now this will be largely straight and a lot more Soc leaning than Greaser (I’ll bring up some differences later in the post) so be aware but I hope it’s useful regardless.

Going around-

In essence, I want to tackle the difference between “Going with” and “going steady” and the steps in between of 1960s dating culture. Giving a necklace or a ring is a huge deal that wouldn’t happen once you start dating officially, it’s a big symbol of your relationship. It is earned.

You have casual dating, where you’ll go on dates with several people on occasion, you may have someone you see the most often but it’s not an exclusive thing. Hand holding, kissing, sometimes even beyond that depending on who you are and what the feeling is, but it’s more a traditional date/hang out of a nice walk or getting a Coke or seeing a movie.

Then you have dating, you make it official boyfriend/girlfriend and it’s just each other. There’s still flirting, but not going on dates with someone else. This is where you’re going together.

Going steady is a step above, hard exclusive for each other. The kind of dating where you’re expecting a future together. You’re not engaged but it is very likely you eventually will be. You give jewelry to show this commitment and this change in your relationship. From here you’d have engagement, marriage etc if it makes it that far.

It’s like an extra step or an extra trial period before full on engagement. There’s a fluidity to it that isn’t fully there in modern dating in a way I can’t explain? Sort of that there was a lot more general flirting and almost inherent jealousy. Tests to be had?

Bases and rings-

Some of this may have its basis in the “courting” of the real old days, where it was a period of going together, absolute exclusive and then being married. No real “dating” just that engagement trial period than marriage, it wasn’t casual it had to be with the intent of marriage. Very stuffy and serious and chaperoned.

Now of course that definitely changed with the introduction of cars and by the 1940s…

But aspects like asking the father, curfews, the “base system” (first base, kissing , second base, touching over clothes and so on...) and things like having that “going steady” period of showing off that commitment can be seen as remnants of the older practice. And of course courting never fully went away, more extreme religious sects still practice it today.

Difference-

Now, things like “curfew” and “bases” are much more of a middle class and Soc thing to dating, all that structure and “proper” way of doing things. Now, don’t mishear me Greasers will still give jewelry and go exclusive but they’re much more— physically passionate without that social restraint, for a lack of a better way to say it. More kissing and touching and putting out without this whole song and dance of the right order. This isn’t to say that Soc’s always do what’s expected or told either but, Pony does note how Greasy girls are much more touchy (which is a bit misogynistic but you have to keep in mind it’s the 60s. Girls are supposed to almost tease or deny once or twice and act proper™️ than just want or be down for something. But also keep in mind this is a “expectation” and image more than a reality)

[kashimos-hajime]

—heat | s.r.

summary: “you may not be looking for a boyfriend, but maybe the boyfriend’s looking for you."

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: y/ns pov from the 2nd half of last chapter :) | part of the undateable series

masterlist

Finishing your last stretch, you collapse to the ground, groaning. Your ribs are still flaring, trying to get a good grasp of your lungs from the run you just finished. Summer, despite how much you want to like it, is most certainly your least favourite season, and you want to shuffle back into the cooler school building, but you also can’t help how pleasant the sun feels on your skin.

Across the way, you watch as the group of boys in their homeroom congregate, waiting for the period to end as you sip absently on your bottle. Among them stands a tall boy, lean and effortlessly cool as he fans himself with the front of his shirt. He stands unbothered by the sun, if only betrayed by the slight glare when the sunlight streams through his pale eyes. You look away, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. 

The one thing you know is that Suna Rintarou confuses you. He’ll do these tiny things; lend you his math notes, run errands for Osamu (your favourite twin) but not for Atsumu (your most horrid annoyance), and wear earplugs during practice on Thursday after they’ve had music lessons because the sound of trumpets and clarinets all blaring squeaky notes gets grating, yet he’ll take one out when you have something to say to him.

He’ll walk you to the gym when they coincidentally leave homeroom at the same time, and then he’ll act like he doesn’t know you the next time you speak to him.

Which maybe he doesn’t. Aquarium birthday party aside, you don’t know Suna Rintarou any more than you did at the end of last year.

It’s silly. You hadn’t even thought about that day by the glass tank, when he had leaned in close enough that maybe, you’d thought that—  

No. You haven’t obsessed over that day since…

Well, since Suna started being nice to you and brought all that back.

Is that why? you wonder wildly to yourself, trying to focus on the sun and not on the boy standing a few feet away. 

Mina flaps her towel aggressively, trying to cool herself down, and the sounds of her self-deprecating noises make your lips curl into a smile, distracts you from him, all six feet and some change tall, dark hair, long, long legs... “I can’t go back inside sweating 'cause all the boys might see, but it’s so damn hot I can't stop! My prospects’ll go down drastically, ugh, this is so frustrating. Can you pass me your water bottle?”

“Your prospects'll go down,” you echo, bemused, doing as she asks. Mina scowls at you, snatching your bottle and dampening her towel, patting it on her brow. “Is that so?”

“Yes! It’s not like I can ask Kento-san to the festival.”

“Why not?” You reach for another sip of your water bottle and chew on the top absently. “I thought you liked him.”

“I do, but… he lives far away. And he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend.”

“Oh. But you guys see each other pretty often.”

“But he hasn’t asked,” she emphasizes, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Your eyes start drifting again, and when you realize they fixate on a boy stretching further down the track, you jolt, putting down your water and leaning back, forcing yourself to stare up at the sky. There’s barely a cloud in the sky. You sigh. “Why go out with me if you don’t want me to be your girlfriend?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s scared.” 

“Scared?” she demands. “Why would he be scared?”

You open an eye to look at her, frowning thoughtfully. “Because you know what you want,” you say. “And he doesn’t. Help me up, would you?”

Mina nudges your thigh with her foot, but when you don’t budge, she sighs, pulls her towel around her neck, and reaches down to pull you up. “You’re so lazy.”

Getting to your feet, you adjust the towel around your own shoulders when Mina grabs your hand, catching your attention.

“Hey. Suna’s walking over.”

“What?”

Twisting around, you blink when you come face to face with Suna Rintarou standing before you, his shadow barely blocking the sun arching high above them. He doesn’t even look like he wants to be there, staring through you, and you stand straighter, suddenly aware of the way every part of your gym uniform is sticking to your back, your sweat gathering beneath your breasts.

He doesn’t talk at first, just stands there with his hands shoved beneath his waistband, and you glance at Mina, whose eyes widen as if to say I don’t know, for a moment before tentatively asking: “Did you need something, Suna?”

“Nope,” he says. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

You blink. Once. Twice. Stare at him and wonder if you’ve misheard. When you run, your hearing goes a little fuzzy as your blood starts roaring in your ears, and you can mistake even the simplest of sentences, so maybe it’s that? Maybe you’re still suffering from being forced to run laps around the track all in the sake of being ‘healthy’.

You open your mouth, running his words over your head, but when you manage to find your voice, it comes out horrible. Janky, awkward, rude in the way you say, “What are you talking about?”

“Date.” Like that explains everything. “For the festival at the end of the month.”

You laugh nervously, hoping he can’t hear the way your heart is beating like a marching drum against your ribs. “Are you terminally ill?”

His (handsome) face is smeared by a scowl, but even that is attractive. It’s a thin, smooth line, cold and unimpressed, and the way he speaks makes you feel stupid. “No.” 

It must be a joke somehow, right? Was he dared to do this? Suna… doesn’t even like you. You’re pretty sure he barely tolerates you, and even if he did, it’s certainly not to the point that he would ask you out. You clench your jaw. It’s not like… you haven’t said yes before to a date to someone you didn’t know too well. It’s not like Suna’s stupid or rude or ugly. Quite the opposite.

But it’s because it’s him that you feel the answer shooting up your throat like a bullet. You don’t know where you stand with Suna Rintarou, and you don’t want to lose your footing, but if you say yes, you’re scared that if it doesn’t go well, your place in the Inarizaki volleyball gym will turn into your own personal hell.

But he knows that. He must know that. 

So why did he even ask?

Your shoes shift, and you feel a little weak at the ankles.

A dare. It must be a dare. Date the Undateable.

You could’ve laugh, if it didn’t make your heart wilt and sink in your chest.

“Then, no.” You need to get out of here. Stepping around him, you try not to focus on how heavy your own feet feel. If you trip now, you might never show your face anywhere again. “No, thanks.”

You push yourself towards the school. Hope the teacher doesn't call you out for leaving early. Mina catches up to you, her hands coming around your arm, and it feels strangely cold as you glance at her.

“That was so weird,” she exclaims, squeezing your bicep. As they walk, the road feels bumpy. With every step, the toe of your shoes keeps dragging along the asphalt, and you glance over your shoulder to see him staring. The blood rushes to your head. You press closer to Mina. “I mean, people always ask him out, but he’s never asked someone out.”

“Mhm.” Trying not to look as shaken as you feel, you push a smile onto your face. "Definitely a first."

"But at least he's cute, and smart. And he's fit." Mina giggles. "Why did you say no?"

"I told you, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend right now.”

Your best friend hums, brushing her hair over her shoulder in a long, dark wave. It catches the sunlight, and so do her pretty brown eyes, and you think the boy, Kento or whatever his name is, is stupid. “You may not be looking for a boyfriend,” she says, grinning at you, “but maybe the boyfriend’s looking for you. And if it’s Suna Rintarou, I don’t think you have good odds of escaping.”

You blink, mouth opening to argue, but she only grabs your hand and hastens her step, pulling you along. “Mina—”

“Come on! Let’s get back to the change room before the others so we have more time to freshen up.”

[beef-brisket]

Saying they'd buy and do up a house was one thing, but the biggest hurdle was selling a house where a man was murderer- and by the Devil, was another thing.

Adam had left Lucifer's home three days ago and had taken every day this week off work. To say Lucifer was a tad worried was an understatement.

He gripped his stirring wheel, Lucifer drove towards Adam's, something he's done so, so many times before.

Pulling up, Lucifer noticed Adam's lights were on, which is a good start. Stepping out, he straightened his suit and walked to the agents door and knocked.

Adam: Hello-? Oh! Lu! Come in!

Lucifer smiled and walked inside. It felt so strange being here during the day, and when his eyes locked on that couch, the same couch he's fucked Adam over many of times.

But as he walked deeper into the home, he noticed some changes. The carpet in the lounge was gone, and everything smelled of chemicals.

Lucifer: This... is looking good.

Adam chuckled: Sorry about the mess, just thought I should give the place a good scrubbing before I even try selling it. But! Look, Lu!

Lucifer smiled as Adam got onto his knees in the lounge, showing off the wooden floor that was under the carpet.

Adam: This was under that shit carpet! But, on top of it was like... three layers of shit lino. So, M-Michael's blood didn't ruin it. So... I think I'm going to keep it like this. Maybe give it a clean and a stain. I think it would look good. What do you think, Lu?

Lucifer looked down at Adam with half lidded eyes. He enjoyed seeing Adam on his knees as much as he thought he would.

Lucifer: That's... a good idea, Adam. I think it'll look nice.

Adam smiled up at him: Yeah? I'm thinking of doing the same to the stairs- you okay, Lu? Not talking your ear off, am I?

Staring down at Adam, Lucifer wanted nothing more than to go over there, and fuck his face-.

Adam: Lucifer? Sir?

Lucifer blinked: S-Sorry, Adam! Just... stuck in my own mind. The floors look good- and I'll give you a hand with the stairs if you'd like.

Adam stared at Lucifer for a moment before smiling: And... how would you like me to repay you~?

Serial Killer x FBI Agent

Bonus points: Lucifer is the senior agent training Adam and is also the killer he's training Adam to find.

Stalking

Possessive behavior

He would (and will) kill for Adam

How did you know I love problematic!Lucifer?

Poor Adam just wants to do his job, and now he has a serial killer after him.