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Diana looks like she wants to crack a flirty smile in the fifth screenshot. She digs the uniform. 🤘🏾

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A Favor from the Devil |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Mom!Reader Word Count: 3.4k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Domestic abuse, depictions/mentions of sexual assault, struggles with past trauma, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (possibly more warnings to come)

a/n: Throwing the second chapter at y'all because I can and I feel like y'all needed some Matt. You get his POV in this chapter, too! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Making your way through the crowded streets of Hell’s Kitchen, you guided Evelyn back towards your apartment. Both of her small hands clung tight to yours as she walked in silence beside you. Every time someone stepped a little too near to the pair of you, you felt her draw herself in closer to your legs, her fingers squeezing tighter around yours. In your opposite hand you carried a grocery bag that held a single container of vanilla moose track ice cream for tonight–Evie’s favorite flavor. Unfortunately purchasing the ice cream meant you’d had less money to spend on groceries for next week, but you’d happily eat another cheap packet of ramen for dinner and skip lunches at work if the frozen treat could manage to put a smile on her face this evening.

Evie had been silent ever since you’d picked her up after work from her first day of preschool. She hadn’t said a single word, not even when you’d taken her to pick out the ice cream. All she’d done was stand in front of the row of freezers at the store and quietly point to the flavor she’d wanted. You’d tried asking her how her day had gone, what she’d done in class, or if she’d made any friends, but instead of a response you’d only seen her lips draw into a thin line.    

So you’d done what you usually did when Evelyn drew into herself and stopped talking–you talked about your day. Which in all honesty had been horrible because the job you’d managed to acquire was a tedious desk job in which you sat in the tiny confines of a cubicle staring at a computer screen for hours on end. Your boss wasn't great, either. He was always in a bad mood, often making rude comments to you if he wasn't finding a reason to criticize your work. Dealing with his attitude daily for a salary that you could barely survive on usually soured your mood the moment you stepped into the building, but at least your coworker, Amira, made the days bearable. You’d been there for barely two months, but she’d taken one look at you and seen your past written on your face. After that, you’d grown comfortable around her, slowly opening up about your personal life–but not quite all of it.

But of course, you didn’t tell Evie about the bleak and depressing parts of your days at work. You’d always done your best to make it sound like you enjoyed your time there. And even though you didn’t, you were still grateful that you'd found a way to somewhat financially support the two of you.

“Look at that!” you said, gesturing a hand towards your apartment building with the one not currently being crushed in both of Evie’s. “We’re home already!”

Evie remained silent, not expressing a single emotion as to whether she was excited to be back or not. Wordlessly she followed you through the building’s main doors and into the lobby. Once the doors had shut behind you, the sound of the city just a little quieter now that you were off the streets, she seemed to relax. No longer on the crowded sidewalk, Evie’s hands somewhat loosened their grip on yours as you led her over towards the elevators. 

You tried to think of a way that you could cheer her up tonight, hoping to pull her out of her nonverbal phase before it really took hold, but considering your limited funds, you didn’t have many options. The best you could think of was a movie night, though all you had to watch movies on was the cheap cell phone you'd purchased once you'd gotten Evie and yourself out of your previous situation. 

As you pushed the call button for the elevator and waited for it to appear, you did your best to fight back the tears welling in your eyes. If only you could afford to purchase more toys for her to play with. A television and a couch for the pair of you to cozy up on at night. Anything . But all you had was each other. 

The familiar weight of your guilt that permanently sat heavy like a stone in your stomach reared its head. Once more you felt like a shitty mother, failing to provide all the things you wished you could for your child. But yet you refused to break down–at least, not here in front of Evie. You'd wait for the opportunity later tonight when you were certain she was asleep. Right now your priority was cheering her up and turning her day around, not wallowing in your own feelings.

She was the priority, not you.

The elevator doors opened and you forced a smile onto your face, blinking hard a couple of times. You gently pulled Evie along with you, stepping onto the elevator before pushing the button for the sixth floor.

“How about we reheat last night’s pizza and watch a movie on my phone tonight, cricket?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter as the elevator doors closed. “We can cuddle in your sleeping bag and pretend we’re camping. And then we can eat ice cream out of the container for dessert,” you suggested, knowing full well that you didn’t have any bowls in the kitchen yet. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Evie’s attention shifted towards you, her expression remaining neutral and impossible to read. She didn’t respond and her continued silence caused the smile on your face to become strained as you fought to keep it there. Your eyes traveled to the numbers above the elevator doors, watching as they changed from a five to a six. At least you’d be back in your apartment soon.

“What’s mute?”

The sound of Evie’s quiet, small voice startled you. As the doors of the elevator slowly rolled open with a ding , you glanced down at your daughter beside you. She was staring up at you with that still hard to read expression on her face. 

“Mute?” you asked, stepping out of the elevator with her. “What do you mean, cricket? Where’d you hear that?”

“School,” she answered. 

A frown settled onto your lips. Had the children there been teasing her? Or worse–the teachers?

“It just means that you–” 

You’d been about to explain the meaning of the word until you’d noticed a man at the far end of the hallway. The unexpected sight of him caused you to instantly grow quiet even though he was just standing outside of the apartment directly across the hall from yours seemingly attempting to unlock his front door. 

Your pace slowed as you observed him, your brain immediately screaming threat at the sight of him. Beneath that tight blue dress shirt he wore you could see that he was broad and muscular, the material pulled taut in various places along his torso. With the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, they revealed his thick forearms which hinted at even thicker biceps. Even his thighs filled out the dark slacks he wore, suggesting a strength about him that you couldn’t deny.

He looked intimidating and dangerous. 

You then noticed the cane in his left hand and the dark glasses currently sitting on his nose despite the fact that he wasn’t outside. Watching how he used his hands as he attempted to guide his key into the lock, you quickly pieced things together. Blind, you assumed. He was blind. But his disability didn't matter; he still looked like he could throw a solid punch and that alone had you on edge in his presence. 

Your mouth went dry as you stepped ahead of Evie, somewhat placing your body in front of hers as you both continued down the hallway. Of course you knew this man was most likely going to ignore you both even if he somehow noticed you. He was probably just getting home from work, too. More than likely he just wanted to eat dinner and relax like everyone else in the city. And the likelihood of him being a violent individual seemed slim–because logically you knew that not every man was–but for some reason something about him had put you on alert.

As you neared closer, your heart pounding heavily as the hair prickled along the back of your neck, you caught the way his hands stopped what they were doing. Briefly your feet faltered when you saw his head turn just a fraction over his shoulder in your direction as if he'd somehow picked up on the fact that he wasn't alone in the hallway. 

In that moment, you didn't remotely care if you were being rude or not, you practically dragged Evie the rest of the way towards your door in silence. Already having pulled your apartment key out of your pocket before you'd reached it, you unlocked the door swiftly before ushering your daughter inside. In a panicked rush, you darted after her before shutting and locking the door behind you without a backwards glance at the man.

Standing in front of the door for a moment, you paused to release the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Rude or not, you weren't going to offer him help or introduce yourself. Something about him had triggered your instincts to run and that had been reason enough to avoid him.

You felt a tug at your hand and you snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes dropping down towards your daughter. Evie was staring up at you with wide, worried eyes.

“You okay, mama?” she asked.

Nodding in response, you blew out a rough breath and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return. “Yeah, cricket,” you answered, still feeling a little on edge. “Yeah, I'm good.” Clearing your throat, you held up the bag with the ice cream in it and tried to smile back at her. “Maybe I should put this in the freezer before it melts on us after that long walk in the heat, huh?”

Evie gave you a single nod in response before she released your hand. 

Turning towards the kitchen, you made your way over to the fridge and opened the freezer. You frowned at the sole bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets sitting on a shelf by itself. They'd thankfully been on sale the other day–another of Evie’s favorites–but that was all you currently had in the freezer at the moment. 

“What movie do you want to watch tonight?” you asked Evie, placing the ice cream on a shelf.

“Little Mermaid,” she answered softly. 

It wasn't a stretch for you to understand why that movie was often her favorite choice lately. 

“Alright, cricket,” you said, closing the freezer door to open the door to the fridge next. “Why don't you get cozy in some pajamas and I'll start reheating the pizza in the oven? You and Barnabas can get settled in the sleeping bag and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

You weren’t surprised when Evie didn't respond, but the soft padding of her feet through the apartment and to her bedroom behind you was answer enough. 

Launching himself up onto the platform of the fire escape, Matt began his usual ascent up the neighboring building beside his own apartment building. As he scaled his way upwards, heading towards the roof now that his night was over, Matt's mind was busy working over the information that he'd uncovered as Daredevil tonight. Information he hoped to find ways to use as Matt Murdock this week with Foggy and Karen.

But as he climbed his way up fire escape after fire escape, he couldn't help but feel the exhaustion from the night settling into his body. He'd been running himself ragged all week trying to juggle both halves of his life and tonight he was admittedly feeling the repercussions of it. He needed a good night's sleep, but judging by the sounds of the city, it was probably somewhere around two or three in the morning. If he was lucky, he'd manage to get three or four hours before dragging his tired and battered body back out of bed to get to work.

Finally reaching the topmost fire escape, Matt grabbed ahold of his usual footholds on the side of the building and began pulling himself the rest of the way onto the roof. He let out a soft groan when he lifted himself up and over the railing and onto the rooftop. Briefly collapsing onto his knees, he took a minute to catch his breath. It was hot out this evening and his suit wasn't making him any less warm.

After his short break, Matt forced himself back up and onto his feet before jogging across the top of the building towards his own. He was ready to peel off his sweaty suit and be home for the evening, already looking forward to stepping into his shower and washing off his long day. 

With practiced ease he flung himself between the gaps of both buildings and landed with a sharp jolt. He grit his teeth at the impact, taking a moment to recover before rising to his feet and striding over to the roof access door which led back to his place. But he managed to take all of two steps before his tired ears caught something he hadn't expected.

Crying. Soft, muffled sobs coming from just below where he stood.

Matt hesitated, his eyes narrowing behind his mask as he tried to figure out who would’ve been awake and crying at this hour. The only other people who lived on the sixth floor with him were the long since widowed Mrs. Henderson–who definitely didn't spend her evenings crying–and his new neighbors that had moved in just last night.

The strange and short encounter he'd had with you earlier this evening resurfaced in Matt's mind. He'd been coming home from the office and was busy thinking about what he was hoping to accomplish in the city this evening as Daredevil, barely paying attention to much else. But somehow the immediate and overpowering scent of absolute fear he'd been slammed with had managed to break through his distracted thoughts. He'd felt that overwhelming fear from both you and the young girl which he'd assumed was your daughter from the moment you'd left the elevator and noticed him.

The acrid scent of it had instantly given Matt pause. At first he'd wondered if you both had somehow recognized him as Daredevil. But he'd quickly realized that seemed a stupid and impossible thought the moment he'd had it. But why else would you both become so quiet and fearful of him when he was just unlocking his apartment door? The feeling of your combined emotions had deeply unsettled him. No one had ever reacted to him like that before, certainly not as Matthew Murdock, the friendly, blind lawyer.

Matt had considered trying to turn around and introduce himself to you both, hoping that maybe he would appear far less terrifying to you if he’d flashed a charming smile and given you his name, but you'd grabbed your daughter and darted inside your apartment so fast that Matt hadn't had the opportunity.

It had been…odd. You both had been odd. And admittedly your reaction to him had piqued his curiosity. 

Turning around on the rooftop, Matt casually strode away from the door that led to his apartment and over towards the side of the building near your fire escape instead. Curiosity had won out over a shower and sleep for now. He wanted to make sense of that unsettling experience he'd had with you in the hallway. He hadn't liked scaring you both, feeling like he was some sort of dangerous monster.

Tossing himself over the side of the building, he landed softly onto the fire escape below. He stayed low in a crouch, throwing his senses out into your apartment to make sure he hadn't been seen when he’d dropped down. If you'd reacted the way you had earlier to just Matt Murdock, he could only imagine the reaction Daredevil would receive standing on your fire escape in the middle of the night. 

A minute passed and when no one shrieked or otherwise alerted Matt to having been noticed, he slowly rose to his full height. As he stood there, he could still hear the quiet, muffled crying that he'd caught on the roof continuing from inside. Paying close attention to it, it sounded like the sound was coming from just outside of the door of the bedroom who’s window he was standing at. 

Head tilting curiously to the side, he began examining your apartment as best as he could from the outside. And what he found easily surprised him.

Nothing. There was hardly anything in your apartment at all. He didn’t hear the usual buzz of electronics that he often did–like televisions or computers or even toasters. Focusing even closer, it sounded like the air from the air conditioning unit blowing in your apartment was moving with hardly any interruptions. As if you didn’t even have furniture. And judging from the placement of the crying and the sound of what seemed like your daughter’s even breaths as she slept, both of you appeared to be quite low on the ground. Like you were both lying on the floor instead of on beds.

Matt’s head tilted further to the side, a frown pulling his lips downwards beneath his mask. How strange. Had the pair of you not finished fully moving in yet? Or…did you really not have any furniture? 

Something stirred in Matt’s chest as another one of your sobs hit his ears. There was something going on here, there had to be. People didn’t usually react that way to strangers without cause–he would know because he’d never experienced that level of fear from someone outside of his Daredevil suit before. And there was the fact that you were laying on the floor in front of your daughter’s bedroom instead of laying in the second bedroom that he knew was in the apartment. There was only one reason he could imagine a mother doing that–you were protecting your daughter.

But why? And from who?

Matt reached a gloved hand up and gently rested it onto the glass of the window carefully, trying to focus his senses even more closely inside. He found himself desperately wanting answers about his new neighbors, but just as he leaned forward and turned his head to listen better, he heard a rustling inside the room–distinctly that of a sleeping bag. Terrified of being caught, Matt pushed himself roughly away from the window before beginning to quickly pull himself back up onto the roof. 

“Mama?”

Your daughter had definitely woken, Matt realized. He could hear her pulse steadily increasing now that she was awake. There were only a few seconds that passed before he heard a frantic tossing of a blanket onto the floor before the bedroom door had flung open.

“What’s wrong, Evie? Are you okay? Did you have another bad dream?”

There was a faint shift of air that Matt caught–like your daughter shaking her head–before he heard the scared, small voice again.

“Someone’s here.”

Your body immediately went straight into fight or flight and Matt curiously noted the intensity of it.

“Where, cricket?”

“Outside.”

Matt winced, running a gloved hand over his mouth as he stood there on the roof. So your daughter had noticed something. He needed to be more careful. Hopefully she hadn't seen his very recognizable costume. 

“No one’s there, Evie,” came your reassuring voice, though Matt could hear that your body was still panicked. “You’re safe, I promise. Okay? We’re both safe here.”

Shaking his head, he pulled his senses away from your apartment. That was enough eavesdropping on your place for the night. He had a few ideas about what might’ve been going on with you both now, a sick feeling bubbling in his gut at all of the dark scenarios racing through his mind. He hoped he wasn’t right about any of them, but if he was, he’d now become personally determined to make sure you both remained safe here. Because even though he didn’t actually know either of you, you were a part of Hell's Kitchen–the city he loved deeply. His city. And that was more than enough reason for Matt to find himself suddenly caring about the both of you.

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What Sonic and friends bring to the barbecue:

Sonic: Hot dogs, naturally, but with chili and condiments in separate containers, because he’s finally, begrudgingly, accepted that not everyone wants chili dogs all the time like he does.

Tails: A big bowl of salad, made up of the various salads he’s tried, and failed, to get Sonic to eat with his chili dogs whenever it’s lunch time.

Knuckles: Basket of various fruits and edible plants picked across Angel Island that he swears on his ancestors are better than any of the processed junk Sonic eats. Provided that the fruit and veggies he brought aren’t the poisonous ones that are near indistinguishable from the non poisonous ones. He’s pretty sure he picked the non poisonous ones. Almost certainly.

Amy: Plate of tofu dogs, mainly for Sonic, Tails, and Cream (as they are her boyfriend, little brother, and little sister, respectively,) at the expense of everyone else. Anyone else who are not those three so much has go near the dogs gets the hammer. When no one is looking she’ll sneak a chili dog or five for herself.

Cream: Tub of homemade ice cream that she made all by herself and is super proud of that Vanilla knows for a fact will be too sweet for everyone else and keeps a packet of Tums for anyone brave enough to try it.

Big: A massive fish that he quite literally just caught that day for the barbecue that he intends to prepare and cook on the spot. By the time it will be gone everyone else is packing up to go. It will be the best fish anyone had ever tasted, though.

Vanilla: Plain, simple sliders and cold cuts, just so that everyone not name Sonic will have something normal to eat.

Vector: His best, and only, tuxedo and monocle, convinced he can turn the barbecue into a date between himself and Vanilla. (It’s also a distraction for Espio and Charmy to sneak off with the food so that they will have something in the fridge for the next month or two, but mostly it’s a chance at a date with Vanilla.)

Espio: His sword and armor to fend off Amy for when while Charmy makes off with the food, especially her tofu dogs (which he wants most of all the food, even though Vector told him to ignore it. Espio will not be denied.)

Charmy: The tupperware containers, supposedly, to steal the food with, but left them at home, and immediately forgets about helping Vector and Espio when he sees Cream brought her homemade ice cream.

Shadow: What started as a simple beef stew then quickly turned into an amalgamation of ingredients because he felt it wasn’t “ultimate” enough. Now a vat of what can only be described as “substance.” Tails takes it home for further study.

Rouge: An ice sculpture she…burrowed from a police ball she attended. She doesn’t remember when she stole it nor how she kept it cold for so long.

Omega: Is the barbecue grill.

Topaz: Is the grill master.

Blaze: Her whole kitchen staff to make a feast worthy of a king. They have a grill off against Topaz and Vanilla for the right to cook the food and shockingly lose. They then spend the rest of the day following Vanilla’s instructions on how to make boxes lunches.

Silver: His telekinesis powers to carry all of the kitchen equipment. At first annoyed when the kitchen staff lose and weren’t going to use the kitchen he worked hard to get between dimensions but settles down once he tries Cream’s ice cream (and then immediately passes out from the sugar rush.)

Marine: Was the one to convince Blaze to leave the castle for a chance to relax.

Babylon Rogues: Weren’t invited but show up anyway to show off their homemade dish, said to have been passed down from generation to generation. However, beforehand, Jet and Wave got into an argument about how to make it and ended up making two versions of the same dish. Jet’s version deviates from the recipe the most, with too many spices and sauces added on, while Wave’s dish is exact but is bland and flavorless because Jet used up most of the seasoning. They make up by feeding their food to Storm and just stealing all the rest at the barbecue.

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day 24: food play

nct/wayv 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Xiao Dejun NSFW

🖤 warnings: my ridiculous passionate undying love for xiaojun, not letting ur puppy watch u get down n dirty, improper use of ice cream bars 🖤

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"What the hell are you doing?"

He's completely frozen like you caught him committing a petty crime, like a dog with its head in the cupboard.

That's not too far off, actually, because Bella is right behind him, beagle tail wagging as she expects a bite of whatever her dad is trying to find. In the freezer, though. Not the cupboard.

"Nothing," Dejun answers.

Really, you're not shook about the snack. He can eat what he wants, when he wants. You're just wondering why this is happening at nearly three in the morning. The witching hour, man. Middle of the night. Making suspicious noises in the dark, dark kitchen.

"I heard a noise, I thought Bella was breaking something," you say, squinting even in the dim light of the freezer.

He relaxes. "Oh. No. Just me."

Just him. No dog messes to clean up, which is a huge relief. You're sleepy as hell.

"Then eat your whatever and come back to bed," you say.

"Wait."

"What?"

"You wanna try this?"

You really want to bury yourself back under the covers, and pass out for the remaining few hours until you need to get up for work, but you're only human. Your ability to resist your most favorite boy, with his messy middle-of-the-night hair, still rifling through the fridge, is extremely low. Basically nonexistent. If he's having fun, you want to be there.

He's just so excited. Tail wagging, basically.

It's three in the morning.

You sigh. "What is it?"

He brightens. You swear you can see the fine, sparkly glitter cascading off him, like a cartoon character at peak power. See, this is the energy you can't resist.

"I found these Oreo ice cream things," he says.

Of course, they're Oreo.

After the second or third time Ten roasted him for making shitty desserts in the microwave, Dejun made it his personal mission to find the best store-bought Oreo flavored snacks and desserts. Cookies and cream flavored confections are included, you've been told, but on thin fucking ice.

The best one needs to be found, and he's gonna be the one to find it.

"They're good. I ate one on the way home," he tells you.

"How many did you get?"

The heavy plastic shopping bag that comes out of the freezer is all the answer you need.

"A few," he says, diplomatically.

"More than five?"

"No comment."

"More than twenty?"

He grins. "No."

"Then we're fine," you decide.

"Do you want one?"

"Sure."

Dejun hands you a flimsy blue packet emblazoned with the Oreo logo. Looks pretty good, at least.

You open it up and take a bite. Yeah, pretty good. Nice.

In stark, pitiful contrast, Dejun opens his own ice cream, bites off the end, and immediately drops a big chunk of black chocolate coating onto his white tee.

"Fuck."

"Clumsy," you say, fondly.

It stains, because of course it does. You watch his panic build, as you lean down and retrieve the piece of chocolate so that Bella doesn't get to it. He darts for the sink, and he scrubs at the dark spot with some water, but it doesn't budge.

"It'll come out," you tell him.

"Still," he grumbles.

He strips off the shirt, while you watch with pointed interest. You get to see him naked a lot, but hey, sue you. You enjoy it every time.

The shirt gets yeeted, and the ice cream melts down his hand.

"Careful," you warn.

But the vanilla bar melts down his hand, down his arm, and as he raises the bar up, panicky, to try and fix it, the trail of white drips onto his abs.

He's gotten skinny-guy jacked, lately, and the melted dessert falls enticingly into the little ridges between his abs. He just stares down at it, annoyed.

You, on the other hand, are getting an idea.

"Hey," you say.

He glances up. "Yeah?"

You grab hold of his wrist, and push the softened half-eaten ice cream bar into his chest. He yelps. Which, yeah. It's still cold and the texture is weird. But still...

"Jeez!" he yelps louder.

"Let me just-"

It's three in the morning. It's not your fault.

You lean in, take hold of his thin, broad shoulder, and you lick a stripe up his chest. The ice cream is sweet and cool, and the warm smoothness of his skin underneath is a strange thrill. You just kind of vibe with it for a second. You go in to lick him again, this time, sweeping over a nipple.

"Oh-KAY!" he says, stumbling back a step. "Okay! Wow!"

Poor guy is flushed and wild-eyed. He glances down at his dog, who's just watching, like she wants to go next.

"Sorry, should have asked," you say, shameless.

Dejun looks down at his chest, at the flecks of ice cream and the clean trails you've left behind. You're looking a little lower, at the very sudden interested shape in the front of his pajama pants. Incredible. Your impromptu plan worked like a charm.

What he says, when he finally speaks, is, "Not in front of the puppy."

Bella gets locked out of the bedroom, but one of the ice cream bars gets to come in.

Another one, a fresh one. It's melting, but that's kind of the point.

"You're super weird," he tells you.

"I'm exciting," you correct him.

Clothes are lost, the tingling arousal you'd already been feeling from putting your mouth all over him rising with every inch of skin revealed. Dejun still seems flustered, but he's a cocky bastard. You can see his stupid rizz coming in strong.

You're eager to rip open the next ice cream. Clasped in the excited warmth of you hand, it's mostly melted, squishy in the package. You liked doing it more than you thought, the first time. What was mostly impulse turned into something that you can't wait to try again.

But you don't get to do that, because Dejun snatches the ice cream away.

"Hey, what - oh!"

The dude isn't the tallest, not the biggest, but he's got the motivation and the audacity. He pushes you right onto the bed and crawls on top of you. He sits on your thighs, pinning you in place pretty effectively. You could probably get him off you, if you wanted, but why would you want to?

"This is revenge," he says, dramatic, per usual.

"Do it."

Melted ice cream is fucking cold.

It's cold, but it feels...nice. You're squirming under Dejun as he rips the packet with his teeth and drips the melty vanilla ice cream down your torso. Careful, so that it doesn't run down your sides and stain the sheets.

There's something extra obscene about the color, you muse, as you take in the little shapes he's drawing on you.

"You know what," he says, peering down at your messy chest and stomach. "I get it."

The cold was interesting, but the warmth is even more thrilling.

Dejun's careful tongue, tracing the lines he drew, warm against the chill on your skin. His teeth, as he nips at the thin skin over your ribs, a slow drag over your sternum.

His eyes have fluttered shut. His hand is splayed over your torso, long pretty fingers.

"Jun," you say, serious.

"Mm?"

He's not really listening. He glances at you, and then he adjusts the angle of his head just a little bit, calculated, so that you can see the very best of his sharp jaw, his long lashes.

Fucker. He knows how pretty he is, and he's weaponizing it.

"Jun," you repeat.

"Yes?"

"Does this get to be on your Oreo dessert tier list?"

Now, that one makes him sit all the way up again, face thoughtful. He still has the ice cream wrapper clutched in one hand, and he straightens up on top of you as he rips open the package all the way and takes out a piece of the chocolate coating. He eats it.

"I dunno," he says. "I think we need more research."

You wriggle again, the tacky feeling on your skin starting to get weird. "More research?"

"Yeah. I mean. For example. Is that the tastiest thing in the room?"

His smile is so stupid. Can't even sell an innuendo without cracking up.

"Let's find out."

[awkward-fink]

Fink, an OC's beginning

„Well, this is it. The fork in the road, the decision to make, choose a path to follow.”  Fink watches his best friend fiddle with the straw of her drink, her nose scrunched and her eyes downcast. Her words had been soft and barely audible over the thrum of the upbeat music playing in the small side coffee shop.

“We knew that we couldn’t always stay together, Fenja, that’s simply not how it works. But at least the campus for you should be close by to the compound.”

The small build and curly haired Alpha in front of him snorts loudly, stopping her fiddling long enough to yank over the tray with all the additives she had asked for. Finks lips twitch into the barest of a smile, his chin settling down on his palm, his elbow on the sturdy wooden table between them. His other hand is playing with his iced coffee, swirling the last dregs of it around in his glass, his eyes never leaving his childhood best friend and a member of his family pack even for a second. It was easy for the Beta to read the female Alpha, they had been friends and members of the same family pack since they had been in kindergarten, their mother’s old friends from school and always together.

Fenja huffs, ripping open the small serving portion of milk and creamer, putting it in her drink, followed by brown sugar, vanilla sugar, a small packet of salt, a few drops of tabasco and even a small packet of pepper. She would also have added the siracha sauce in her mindless anger if Fink hadn’t prodded the red bottle away from her reach.

“What has you in such a fury, Gremlin?” His voice is low, calm and collected when he speaks, trying to calm the agitated Alpha. Fenja herself is growling under her breath, her scent turning slightly sour and making Finks nose scrunch at the unpleasant smell. He is not sure if she even acknowledged his use of her old and dreaded nickname. “I don’t like it. I don’t like when I can’t see you every day, can’t touch you or smell you… It is making me angry and want to grab you and hold on until you let me tote you around, regardless of how silly it will look.” “Feisty Alpha.” Fink chuckles, swallowing the last of his drink in one go, licking his lips. “That’s just your inner Alpha speaking, Gremlin, nothing more. Pack is gonna split now, making you anxious, simple as that. But we both knew that we had to split from the family pack soon enough.”

Fenja grumbled, her brows scrunched together in thought. Her eyes finally moved to meet his, cornflower blue of the Alpha meeting light brown amber of the Beta. “I don’t… we were always together. Every day, nearly every night. I know you and you know me, our families are so close and now… and now that is over and part of me refuses to let go…” The female Alpha presses one hand to her chest, her knuckles turning white with the pressure she uses.

“Sucks to be an Alpha for this, eh?” Fink places his empty glass down and more to the edge of the table, the glass making the barest of clinking sounds as its set down on the wood. “Why are you so unbothered?” “I am not. It may seem that way, but I am losing pack as well. I just don’t have the herding instinct you have. I will miss you, I will miss mom and dad, and the uncles and everyone else as well, but I also know, that come hell or high water, I will have their back as they have mine. As I have yours and you have mine. Just because we don’t see each other every day anymore, doesn’t mean I will forget you.” Fink smirks at Fenja, reaching out to boop the grumpy Alphas nose cheekily.

“Let’s be real, you are sooner forgetting about me than the other way around, Gremlin.” His smile becomes a bit thinner, sadness taking root in his eyes. Int this world it is hard to be a Beta, one of the forgotten castes, so to speak. Alphas and Omegas have a much higher population number than Betas, the centuries of interbreeding between the two ends of the spectrum causing the numbers of births to rise as the middle part of the spectrum sinks lower and lower by the year. Meds and injections and medical testing were freely available or at such a low cost, that most mothers carrying a pup were able to buy the needed pills and bottles to increase the chances of a probable leaning towards a spectrum. Which had caused the numbers of Betas to get lower from year to year. The need for mediators in the present times was low, most Betas getting overlooked at promotion or pack building by the more visible Alphas and Omegas.

“I WILL NOT FORGET YOU!” Fenja hisses, a growling undertone in her voice, subvocals thrumming with anger at his insinuation that she would forget her Beta, her best friend since kindergarten, her never wavering support. Her hands had slammed loudly on the table, the wood creaking at the force of her anger. He was her rock, her supporter in any shenanigans she had done, her enabler. How could he-? Before she can start to growl and hiss, Fink had reached out, taking one of the hands of hers, gently lifting it and interlacing their fingers, his thumb drawing little circles on her heated skin. Instantly she lowers her vocalization, her burning eyes gentling as her gaze lands on their connected hands, her growls and hisses turning into a barely rolling purr. 

They stay like this for another few minutes, Fink staying calm and breathing deeply, the agitated Alpha soon following the rhythm of his breaths, though she is still tense. “I want you to promise me something, Beanpole.” Finks lips twitch, that was a nickname he hadn’t heard in a long time. He gives a soft questioning hum at her words, head tilting slightly, some strands of hair falling into his face.

“I want you to stay in contact. I don’t care if it’s letters or calls or email or even smoke signals! I want to know where you are, what you are doing… And you will let me give you something of mine!”

“Possessive now, are we?” “Fuck you, Beanpole! Promise or I will be sending you something weird!” “Gosh, alright, alright...” Fink chuckles, squeezing her hand gently, their fingers still laced together. “I promise. And I will send you some things as well.” “Thank y- “ “I am not going to send you my underwear though.” “…. Fuck you.” “Ah, no thank you.”

[beefwords]

Towers

Jason Sanderson is an unobtrusive man. He lives alone in his apartment in Tower 252, on the 5th floor. He has a cat. He has a suit and tie. He has light brown hair he knows is thinning. He has dark brown eyes he wishes didn’t need glasses to see. He has a light smattering of freckles that he hates with a passion, on white skin he thinks is either too clammy or too dry. He has a mole on his calf that he ignores in the hopes it is not cancerous. He is fat, and quite embarrassed about it.

He is one of at least 5000 residents in Tower 252… give or take a hundred or so. The top stories are mostly work spaces, stores, and other such things. And there are apartments with more than one person in it. He figures it still rounds out to about 5000 residents either way.

The Towers are all 100 stories tall, with 50 apartments (give or take) per story. There are 8 industrial elevators per tower, each having a designated route of floors that they stop at and timetables for when they stop, with overlap between their routes. The elevators are constantly running, automated beasts determined in their climbs to deliver people to their destinations. There are 8 sets of stairs that only the desperate use. Jason is lucky– he works from home, unless he is needed in person for a meeting or particularly nasty problem on floor 93, where the company is located. He prefers it this way. He doesn’t think his coworkers or neighbors particularly like him, and he’d prefer neutrality to hate.

His mother lives on floor 10, alone. She works at the call center for the same company he does. He visits once a week on Saturdays for dinner. He despises Saturdays. But he loves his mom, or he tells himself he does. It would be rude if he didn’t. She makes a lovely green bean casserole, anyway.

Jason Sanderson is a creature of habit. He wakes at 6 am for a simple breakfast of coffee and toast, feeds his cat, showers at 6:30 am, dresses, brushes his teeth, and is ready for work by 7 am. He works from 7 am till 12 pm, where he takes a break for a lunch of a cigarette on the balcony and half of a store bought sandwich (he does his grocery shopping on Saturdays, after meeting his mother) and a small packet of potato chips. At 1 pm he returns to work, and works and works and works until 5 pm, though sometimes he must work until 6 pm or 7 pm depending on how desperate things are in the office. Regardless, at 5 he (usually) will change out of his work clothes into his lounge clothes, watch tv or read a book, and at 6:30 pm he will eat a microwave dinner with a glass of lemonade (diet) and a scoop of vanilla ice cream (non dairy).

And, on rare occasions, after dinner, after most people are winding down for the day, he will walk down five flights of stairs and exit Tower 252. He doesn’t like to make a habit of this. It feels like something that isn’t Allowed. But there’s no one stopping him, no signs saying he can’t leave– in fact, one must exit the building if one wants to take a rare day bus to visit a relative or friend in one of the many other towers dotting the vast expanse of concrete and sky.

Every mile in a grid pattern, a tower stands. They all look the same, save for their identification number printed on every side, every ten floors.

Jason likes to sit at the base of Tower 252, watching the sky darken and the windows of the towers lighten, smoking a cigarette, and wonder if any of the towers are at all different from Tower 252, and if maybe there might be someone else wondering the same thing from their tower, wherever they might be. He wonders if the concrete ever stops beyond the horizon. He wonders where the supply choppers are kept, as they chop across the sky from one tower to another. Is this all the world has to offer? And who maintains the silly looking roads, tiny little perfect lines striping across the featureless gray of the concrete? How long would it take him to walk to Tower 253? How many Towers are there?

On these nights where he ventures outside, he often finds himself panicking at the thought of being locked out, and will return after 15, 20 minutes. He hops on whatever elevator will take him to the 5th floor in the shortest amount of time, and he will return to his apartment, nervous that someone might see or hear him and ask what he is doing, but no one ever does. Sometimes he wishes someone would.

He dresses for bed, brushes his teeth, and crawls under his covers, his cat curling up next to him and purring as he drifts into unconsciousness. He rarely dreams, which he is grateful for.

And then his routine will begin again in the morning.

[ricalvarez]

For: Nova ( @stellarncva ) Location: Beach Front, morning

"What other plans do you have today?" Ric asked, casting a curious glance in Nova's direction. He was carrying a bookbag that had some towels in it, a speaker, his phone charger, and the case for his sunglasses. In one of his hands, he holds a bag of breakfast sandwiches he had made for them and his iced french vanilla coffee. The beach was one of his favorite places to be, especially during a nice summer morning. He was happy when he was able to get Nova to come join him today, things always seemed that much better when she was around, she was his platonic soulmate after all.

"And I hope you like the sandwich," he says, giving a small grin. "I got the freshest Italian bread I could find, cut that up in half, added scrambled eggs, slices of avocado, tomato, some spinach leaves, and a bit of cheese. I brought some mayo packets too, in case you want to add some, some people like mayo on their breakfast sandwiches and I might be one of them." He come to a stop at a spot not too far from the shoreline, Ric looks around a bit, "I think we should be good to set up here. What do you think?"

[belle--ofthebrawl]

@forlorn-crows Okay.

“Zone shampooing isn't real.” Rain insists as Cumulus waves the hot steam out of the bathroom. She waves at Mountain and he waves back, too comfy and sleepy to move. Shower was too small for all three of them anyway. “It doesn't work like that.”

“Spoken like someone with no zone shampooing skills.” Cumulus replies lightly. She hasn't bothered to cover herself with a towel and Mountain's head falls to the side as he blatantly admires the droplets rolling down her body. She pulls her hair into a soft, cotton wrap to dry and draws a smiley face on the fogged up mirror.

“It's just a waste of product.” Rain continues as Cumulus scoots over so he can have access to the counter and its plethora of products they’d brought: tubs and bottles and jars and itty bitty tubes, all with a specific purpose that Mountain still can't quite figure out. His plain soap and lotion probably look incredibly out of place amidst all the clutter, but all that clutter leads to soft skin and nice smells so he supposes he can't complain too much.

“Skill issue.” Cumulus sings before reaching for a jar at the exact time Rain does. “Nuh-uh honey, I had dibs first.”

“You got the mango body oil last time.” Rain says, thwacking the back of her thighs with his tail. “I want to smell fruity.”

“You always smell fruity.”

“Thank you.”

“Which is why I get the mango oil today.” She says triumphantly, snatching the jar away from Rain. He just scoffs and reaches for a towel to dry his own hair. Like Cumulus, he’s neglected to towel off first. It's an important part of the ritual, Mountain gathers.

“We should probably buy Sunny a new bottle.” Cumulus says as she squeezes a healthy dollop onto her palm before rubbing her hands together and smoothing the oil over her skin. “I don't want to give this one back.”

“Should I go with rosehip?” Rain asks, hovering his hand over a row of similar looking bottles. “I haven't used it in a while.”

“No, do vanilla. Then it's like, coordinated.” Cumulus says. “Could you get my back?”

“Yeah, turn around.”

“I like mango ice cream.” Mountain says. His opinion doesn't matter but he felt the need to voice it anyway. Cumulus gives him a little smile as Rain pours oil on her back and massages it in, sneakily wiping his hands on himself whenever he thinks Cumulus won't notice.

“He likes mango ice cream.” Cumulus announces to Rain.

“He likes mango ice cream.” Rain dutifully repeats in a semi mocking tone and they snicker. Mountain feels as if there is some kind of joke he is not in on. But then he keeps watching his naked pack mates pour oil on their bodies and the feeling dissipates.

As Rain works the oil into her skin, Cumulus works her fingers over her hair towel, before she warns Rain to step back. She carefully unwraps the fabric and her hair blooms around her like her namesake clouds, half vapor half actual hair and she flips it over her shoulders with a happy little sigh. Rain sniffs the air and stares at her in amazement.

“Coconut and pineapple.” He says. She does it again and he scowls. “Orange and peaches. So zone shampooing is real and you use it to make yourself smell like a fruit basket?”

“Well, I’m in good company.” she teases, fiddling with a slim packet he recognizes as some kind of one use facial mask. “Come on, I’ll do you.”

“That's what-” Cumulus smacks the thing from the packet across his lips and snickers.

“Lip mask time, babe.” She says with false sympathy. “They've been feeling crusty lately.”

Rain’s reply is muffled by the mask but he makes a crude gesture with his middle finger. Cumulus kisses the tip and smiles.

Mountain could watch them do this all day. He watches Rain get slicked up, watches him dry off his hair and peel off the mask, making kissy faces at his reflection. Watches Cumulus apply creams to her face in the now clear mirror. He can see himself the reflection, a large shadow spread across the bed in the darkness of his room.

“Just a bit longer.” Cumulus calls, pinky held to her eye-level. She blinks, deftly coating her lashes with the next item. Something that makes them long and voluminous. Rain does the same and Mountain is struck with the quiet realization of how often these two use their pretty eyes to get whatever they want. This knowledge feels illegal to possess, somehow.

Then, tragically. They get dressed. Rain pulls on a pair of sweats and a long sleeved shirt while Cumulus flutters her way into a long nightgown, the kind that brings to mind candelabras and stormy nights. Socks are painstakingly tugged on, slippers are slipped over that. They brush and floss their teeth and kiss each other after they swish mouthwash.

“You hear Dew and Swiss are going on a super secret mission?” She asks and Rain shrugs.

“Can't be so secret if you know about it.”

“Words carry on the wind.” She says, with her special brand of smugness that never fails to make Mountain want to kiss her. “Guess Copia’s taking them to pick up a rare book some rich freak has.”

Lights are flicked off and it's only a few seconds after that Mountain has to wait before he's joined by then on either side. He spreads his arms out so they can cuddle close, one hand each on his chest as he puts his hands on their heads and plays with their hand, breathing in the perfectly coordinated fragrances. Combined, he feels like he's relaxing on a beach with a bowl of freshly churned ice cream, coconut hollowed out for a citrusy drink. It's nice. Worth the wait.

“It's a magical book.” She confides, rubbing her fingertips across Mountain’s chest. “And it sounds like the guy is trying to get a foothold here in the Ministry because man, he is hardcore shmoozing Papa. Even invited him to an auction after-party.

“Papa's unshmoozable.” Rain says sleepily, fingers skittering around Mountain's face like a vanilla-scented insect until he finds the little hair braid Mountain always has and gently tugs until he can interlace it in his fingers. “It’s Swiss and Dew fucking on antique furniture I’m worried about.”

“Because you won't be there to defile it too?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Shhh…” Mountain finally says, holding his chattering pack mates tight. “Be shoosh. Go to bed.”

“That's my line.” Rain grouses but allows Mountain to kiss his forehead good night with only the tiniest wrinkle to his nose. Mountain turns his head and does the same to Cumulus, who chirps quietly and nuzzles her face into his neck.

“You smell so good.” She sighs. “Wish we could put that in a bottle.’

“Good, clean dirt.” Mountain says. “And well water.”

“Bag balm.” Rain adds. “Lanolin is so good for the skin, you know.”

Mountain chuckles and lays back against his pillows as they start up their whispering again. It's better than any white noise machine he's ever tried and he's out like the proverbial light, soothes deep in his heart by the silly and domestic antics of the ones he loves most.

Thinking about Mountain on his bed watching Rain and Cumulus gossip and good-naturedly bicker as they do their post-shower skincare in his bathroom.

[amorgansgal]

This mostly stemmed from me getting a kitchen magazine, with an ad in it for an ice cream machine. It’s weird where inspiration may strike from. I just like the idea of getting Ice Cream with Arthur Morgan. And what do you know, Ice Cream machines were invented in 1840, by two women no less! So shout out to Agnes Marshall (in the UK) and Nancy Johnson (in the US) for coming up with a pretty great idea!

You can find it on my AO3 as well

Summary:  You manage to get some time away from the daily camp chores and have hidden yourself away from Miss Grimshaw to read a magazine, but are found by our favourite outlaw who wants to know what you’re up to!

Warnings: Hinted sexual tension, but just mostly a butt tonne of fluff.

Pairing(s): Arthur Morgan x Reader, Arthur Morgan x You, Arthur Morgan x Y/N

As the day cooled with the rapid approach of evening, and the sky became streaked with glorious colours of pinks, orange and gold, you had managed to sneak away from the watchful and icy eye of Miss Grimshaw.

You tucked yourself behind one of the wagons, with a magazine that Karen had “borrowed” from a hotel she had been scoping out. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a mix of fashion, gossip from Saint Denis and a few of the latest and greatest kitchen gadgets tucked away at the back. But this was the part that had caught your eye, considering you had once worked as a kitchen maid in a well-to-do house in New York. Your employers had been able to afford all the pricey knick-knacks they could dream of! You could only gaze at them, Cook was adamant you couldn’t touch them.

You occasionally glanced up to make sure Miss Grimshaw wasn’t going to badger you into doing more chores, though with the fading light usually that meant she wouldn’t insist on more sewing. But you had heard enough times about how there were a multiple of things you could be doing in the evening, rather than just reading.

‘Ices of all sorts. Chocolate, Vanilla, Raspberry, Lemon! The delicious world of Ice Cream and Iced Confectionary at your fingertips!’ The ad promised.

‘Whatcha got there?’

You jumped, pulling the magazine to your chest and then finally managed to calm yourself enough to look up at Arthur, his thumbs tucked into his belt, and his blue-green eyes watching you carefully.

‘Sorry, didn’ mean to startle ya,’ he said.

‘It’s fine, just thought you were Grimshaw.’

He chuckled at that, ‘You sure you know what Grimshaw sounds like?’

You felt a warm rush of heat on your cheeks, then turned the magazine round to show him, ‘It’s just an advert for an ice cream machine. I just… wanted a break and didn’t want Grimshaw nagging me. It’s a bucket of ice, and you put the tub into the bucket, and turn the handle and it makes ice cream real fast. We used to have one back at the house I used to work at… and I got to try the ice cream sometimes, if Cook was feeling nice,’ You gabbled.

He nodded slowly, then pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. Oh God, why had you whittered on like that? Why would Arthur Morgan of all people be interested in an ice cream machine? He wasn’t interested in that and he certainly wasn’t interested in where you had worked before. And by extension he wasn’t interested in you.

You always felt flustered and overwhelmed when Arthur spoke to you, something that Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly had teased you about on enough occasions. They had all noticed your mooning over the handsome man, though fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you saw it) the man himself seemed to be oblivious.

Arthur smiled softly, lighting the cigarette, before sitting down next to you and taking a proper look at the magazine. If your heart hadn’t been racing before it certainly was now, you wished his proximity to you wouldn’t leave you so hot and bothered.

But it felt impossible not to notice his firm jaw and the smattering of stubble that ran over his cheeks, the broadness of his shoulders and the dark blonde hair that ran down his neck. Even when he held a cigarette in between his fingers, your mind couldn’t help wondering what those fingers would feel like if they held your thighs or gripped tightly onto your hips.

‘So you plannin’ on making ice cream for everyone here?’ Arthur asked.

You laughed lightly, desperately trying to ignore the flush that crept up your neck and cheeks. ‘I’d need cream and sugar, and a lot of ice, not sure if I can get those things when visiting the Rhodes general store.’

He hummed in agreement. ‘Think you’d have a fight on your hand with Susan and Abigail too, if they got the chance to have cream in their coffee.’

‘Still, you get me all of those things and maybe some raspberries on your travels, and I’ll make you ice cream.’

‘Ice might be melted by the time I get it to yer, but I’ll do my best.’

- A few days later when he brought you a clean handkerchief filled with raspberries, a couple crushed against the white material leaving pink blotches of colour, Tilly and Karen raised their eye brows. You were too busy admiring how they had made the journey mostly intact, considering the fights and near misses Arthur got himself into! And then you also felt incredibly touched that Arthur had even remembered the conversation.

‘So, it’s getting serious then?’ Tilly joked.

You rolled your eyes and popped one in your mouth. ‘It’s just raspberries.’

‘That’s what they all say!’ Karen grinned.

[mcbenson25]

One Night Destiny Part 2

Part 1 Part 2

Request: So continuing this one, fin stays w y/n throughout the pregnancy, but around the 7th month he meets someone else. And y/n had actually gained feelings for him throughout the pregnancy, so she gets kinda jealous especially when he's not spending as much time w her as he was before. Then something and happens to y/n, it can be whatever you want, while fins out with the girl. And just to be clear fin still loves and cares for her, but he lost hope in her ever having feelings for him so he was trying to find someone to get his mind off of those feelings (but he still really had feelings for y/n). You can decide what else happens.

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Whoever said pregnancy is the best phase in life obviously never went through it.

You were currently throwing up your lunch in the squad bathroom.

"You okay?" a voice said behind you startled you as your reflex kicked in and your fist hit something.

Not something.

Someone.

"What the hell?!" Sonny clutched his already bruising cheek.

"Why the hell are you sneaking up on me like that?" you said as you tried to examine the injury but Sonny swatted you away.

"Jesus I'm sorry," he said his accent apparent as glanced up to the mirror to see a purple and blue mark adorning his left cheek.

You tried again to look at his cheek and this time he let you. As you looked at it you felt horrible for punching him.

What kind of person punches their best friend?

You could feel your eyes start to water as you run your finger across his cheek.

And then you were crying.

"I'm sorry Sonny. I'm such a bad friend," you sobbed as a confused Sonny comforted you.

"Y/N it's okay," he said as another person walked in.

"What did you do?" Fin asked aggressively.

"The hell? I didn't do anything it's just the hormones," Sonny said exasperated. He was growing tired of your hormones always kicking in when he was around.

"Then why does it look like she punched your lights out?"

"Because I apparently sneaked up to her and then she felt bad and she started crying and now that you're here you can comfort her because I have to meet Barba at court and I would like to put some ice on my cheek," Sonny said as he lightly pushed your sobbing self away toward Fin.

As he hugged you Sonny walked out tiredly.

"Did you throw up again?"

You sniffled, "Yeah. I can't seem to be able to keep much down."

"Well, the doctor says it will probably get better after a while."

You snorted, "Yeah sure."

Fin handed you a paper towel so you could wipe your face.

"It's just a couple more months," Fin offered to try to make you feel better.

"That makes it a whole lot better thanks," you said sarcastically as you finished washing your face.

"Are you sure you didn't drink out of Barba's coffee this morning you seem to be in a bad mood," he said jokingly but you only glared at him.

"Alright, tough crowd sorry."

You hated pregnancy. There was just no other way to put it. You had envisioned a whole different picture. But that's the way it is and you were just gonna have to suck it up. The only comfort to you was the kicks that you would get throughout the day reminding you of the small bundle of life growing inside of you. It was all for them. And you would go through it for them no matter what.

Fin had insisted on moving into your apartment while you were pregnant. He didn't want you to exert yourself too much. He went to all the appointments and would go out in the middle of the night to get your weird late-night cravings of vanilla ice cream with mustard packets. You were happy to have him around. He was everything you needed him to be. And as time passed you noticed butterflies forming in your stomach that were not baby kicks every time he did something for you. You had feelings for him but you knew you had told him that you didn't want that and you were convinced it was just the hormones.

But was it?

"That's a nice punch that you gave Carisi," Fin's voice drew you back to reality.

"I don't think he thinks the same."

He chuckled, "I'm sure Barba will bring you food to thank you for making Carisi be quiet for a day."

You laughed, "Meanie."

"Why don't you head home early?"

"What?" you asked questionably. Yes, it was harder to work but you refused to take any time off much less go home early.

"Go home and eat something and I'll be home later."

"I'm fine."

"The toilet with your stomach contents begs to differ," he says gesturing to the stall.

You huffed in defeat, "Fine."

"Alright, I'll drive you."

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After Fin had dropped you off you spent the rest of the day looking at baby magazines and shopping online for clothes.

To say you were obsessed was underestimating.

Your apartment was filled with toys and blankets and a bunch of other stuff that you would randomly buy at the store. FIn teased that you would need a bigger place if you kept it up.

You laughed. You would absolutely be keeping it up.

You went to the kitchen to try and get something in your stomach. You really wanted pizza from that one place the squad frequented.

You looked at your phone and saw it was getting late. FIn would probably be finishing up paperwork. You called his work phone because he usually had his personal on silent so he wouldn't get distracted.

"Hello?" a familiar voice said.

"Sonny? I meant to call Fin's phone," you said.

"Doll he left a while ago."

"What?"

"He said he was going out with his girlfriend tonight so he asked Liv if he could leave early."

You felt nauseous and you knew it wasn't the baby.

"His girlfriend?" you whispered.

There was a pause on the line.

"You didn't know?"

You hung up.

How could he have not told you?

It shouldn't have mattered to you.

You had made yourself clear to him that day.

He was free to be with whoever he wanted.

And yet...

It hurt to know that he had just been able to move on.

And you knew why even if you didn't want to admit it.

You loved him.

But he didn't anymore.

You started to sob and spent a good five minutes trying to get yourself together when you felt something nudge your ribcage.

You smiled. Your baby was trying to make you feel better. You rubbed your growing belly before you decided that you would go and get pizza and eat the entire thing by yourself and watch romantic movies.

You would have to move on.

Just as he had.

You got your jacket and went out where the cold air greeted your face. It was starting to get dark. You were bad at directions so you told Carisi to text you the address so you could look it up on Google maps. It was a short distance from your apartment.

As you approached the final crosswalk, a text came on your phone.

Everything okay?- Sharkfin

You rolled your eyes as you ignored his text and saw the walk light flash.

As you walked across you saw Fin and another woman standing by the pizza place you were going to.

And that was the last thing you saw before you heard a screeching sound and everything went dark.

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Why is everything so bright?

You heard loud talking around you as you opened your eyes.

And so loud?

As you went to touch your stomach you were met with no bump.

You already felt panic rising in your chest.

"Where is my baby?"

Everyone's head turned towards you.

"Y/N..."

You were hysterical, "WHERE IS MY BABY?"

A doctor ran in hearing the commotion and instructed everyone to leave.

As the doctor looked at you you felt a sense of dread.

"Miss L/N. First of all, I want to let you know that your baby is fine."

You felt a huge sense of relief.

But that went away as quickly as it came.

"But I was only seven weeks pregnant..."

The doctor gave you a warm smile.

"Your baby is a fighter and so are you. We had to do an emergency c-section and you lost quite a bit of blood but miraculously you only have slight bruises and a concussion from the impact of the car. Your husband was quick to call the paramedics."

You felt a warm rush of blood rush to your face.

"Oh, he's not.."

The doctor gave a small smile.

"Forgive me. I'll bring your baby and let everyone back in."

As everyone flooded back into the room you felt a sharp pain in your head.

"You know I love you guys but can you all shut up?" You said clutching your head.

Everyone was silent before you saw Olivia step towards the door.

"Why don't we come in one at a time? She's been through a lot today she doesn't need everyone bombarding her space," she said as she gently started pushing everyone out the door.

Everyone except Fin.

As soon as everyone had left and the door was shut he sat down and took your hand.

"Why were you out?" he asked quietly.

"I wanted some food," you answered avoiding his gaze. You felt stupid. All of this could have been avoided had you been able to be a mature adult but of course, you let your emotions get the best of you.

"I could have got it for you," Fin said his tone raising so slightly you would have missed it had you not been that close to him.

"Really? Because you looked pretty busy when I saw you," you shot accusingly.

His grip on your hand tightened as hurt flashed upon his face.

"I would have left her in a heartbeat."

You were close to tears.

"Why?" you said your voice shaking.

"Because there will never be another person who could be more important than you. I will never love anyone more than I love you. You asked for space and I gave it to you but don't think for one second that that changed what I felt towards you. I tried to distract myself with her but I can't just make it go away."

There was a moment of silence as you took in everything he said.

Then you glanced at him to see if he was lying.

And all you could find were love-filled eyes and gentle looks.

"I love you too," you whispered into the silent room.

He smiled as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

Everything would be okay.

As you pulled away the nursed walked in with a small cart.

You felt your heart skip a beat.

It was your baby.

As the nurse handed them to you you felt Fin hug your side and press a kiss to your cheek as you both watched in awe at the little bundle in your arms.

You smiled and knew that fate had a funny way of doing things but you were happy with your new little family.

Taglist: @wittysunflower

So sorry I haven't posted in forever. Work and school have been relentless but the term is coming to an end so hopefully, I can catch a break and post more content!

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 28 - Vanilla

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FCG/Marwa (Modern Human AU)

“I… think we may have gone wrong somewhere.”

Marwa cursed under her breath, squinting as she tried to find where they'd gone wrong. Everything else seemed about right, and they’d only added two tablespoons of vanilla essenc-

Oh. Fuck.

“This says teaspoons, doesn't it?”

Fresh Cut Grass reached up, taking the offered phone and adjusting his glasses as they skimmed through the recipe.

“Yep! T S P. Teaspoons! Did we not do that?”

“I read it as tablespoons, so…”

“Oh. Well that would explain it then!” Fresh Cut Grass laughed warmly, handing back her phone. They didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Which, yeah, she did suppose it was fine. The world wouldn't end because their cupcakes tasted like deepthroating a vanilla giant.

“We probably should have stuck to a packet mix. Neither of us are kitchen wizzes.”

“Well sure, but we had fun, didn't we? And they aren't entirely inedible! Maybe if we ice them with something less sweet…”

Sometimes Marwa wondered how she befriended someone so optimistic and sociable. Fuck, if she hadn't needed help in the shop she probably never would have let them be more than another customer in her mind. The thought had a slight frown tugging at her lips.

A life without having known Fresh Cut Grass like this… what a lonely life that would be. She’d already lived that life, traumatized and depressed, missing her dad and best friend and having days where she wished she could join them.

Not to say that every day had been bad. Marwa had liked her job, had dove face first into hobbies she still greatly enjoyed. Plus she had always been one to enjoy her own company, and had never really enjoyed crowds or group situations.

But it had been lonely.

So very lonely.

“Marwa, please don't be upset… we can bake another batch, it's okay! We all make mistakes!”

A gentle hand slipped into hers, squeezing ever so softly in reassurance. Marwa let her gaze fall to Fresh Cut Grass’s face and grew frustrated when she found her sight hazy with tears.

Only her favorite ball of sunshine could get her emotional like this.

“Don't care about the cupcakes. Just got thinking. About before I met you.”

“Oh… I understand.”

Fresh Cut Grass patted the seat next to him with their joined hands, which Marwa nodded to and silently dropped down to sit beside them. From there she sort of just… melted into his side, curling into the arm he wrapped around her.

This. This was what she'd truly been missing when she was alone. To hold and be held. How could something so simple be so powerful and missed so terribly when gone?

“You won't have to go through that again. Being alone, I mean. I know… being alone is painful. Scary. But you have me now! And Anni, Ashton and Milo too! And also Laudna and Imogen, Fearne, Dorian and Orym… And Dariax, Opal, Fy'ra and Chetney! That's a lotta people who have your back, Marwa! With all of us you’ll never be lonely again…”

Such a big and colorful group. Marwa couldn't say she regretted befriending them all, even if some days she wanted to physically fight more than a couple of them.

Still… It was nice to have people in her life that cared, who she could share passions and heart aches with.

And at the center of them all sat Fresh Cut Grass, the one who'd first wormed his way past all her walls and defenses, by simply just being kind and being there for her.

Even now, there they were, offering a shoulder to cry on.

“Still weird to think about. But…” Marwa paused, dipping her head up to press a chaste kiss to Fresh Cut Grass’ cheek. “It's nice. You're nice. I like having you around, Grass. You're… special. To me.”

“Wow…”

Marwa delighted in how his cheeks warmed, and found couldn't help but lean in to give their other cheek the same attention.

“Thanks. For being you. For being with me.”

“You don't have to thank me for that! You're a delight, Marwa!”

“You're full of crap, Grass.”

“Well, you're a delight to me.”

Marwa chuckled to herself as she dropped her head back down on Fresh Cut Grass’ shoulder, and even found herself smiling when she felt a sweet kiss be pressed against her unruly hair.

“Thank you too…” they whispered.

“For what?”

“For this. For… for just being in my life.”

“Could say the same thing.”

Like it needed to be said though. In the quiet warmth of her kitchen, curled into one another, words didn't really need to be said.

This moment between them, soft and tender, lingered on, as sweet as the vanilla that still lingered in the air.

[two-sides-halved]

Gem Steven gave a soft nod to Winter's decline of the offer. As he heard Spinel's query of having anything sweet he stroked his chin as he took a mental inventory of what sweets they had. "Well, we do have sweets. Are you in the mood for something of the cold or hot varieties? For the cold options, we have ice cream in vanilla, strawberry and i think chocolate..." He moved to check the freezer.

"Nope, it was cookies and cream..., but we do have those air mattress shaped ice cream sandwiches... and..." Gem Steven stared at his ice cube tray, and decided that it would be best if he didn't offer the frozen fruit juices that were shaped vaguely like gems. "And.... ahhh... Oh and these sweet and spicy chicken taquitos... if you wanna eat them like a popsiclerather than cooking them... but for hot options you have this, s'mores, i've got some cake mixes that I could make and uhh pancakes or waffles..."

"I could also head to the big donut and pick up a couple bakers dozen." Gem Steven replied. "or if you're more inclined to down an entire bottle of maple syrup I won't judge and I've eaten even worse."

Classic Steven was fiddling with his hands not wanting to unpause and ruin anything while Gem Steven isn't able to watch. "I think we also have some loose packets of sugar?"

"Nahn Amethyst ate those before she left for the mission as well as the cheese powder so if you wanted mac and cheese for whatever reason we can't... but I could make mac and cocoa powder from the hot chocolate box if anyone would want mac and chocolate."

Gem Steven smiled, going to get snacks ready since he was hungry and now he's hosting guests. "Would anyone like anything to eat?"

Classic Steven replied. "No. I wanna get to the secret boss... I can eat after."

Gem Steven nodded, getting himself left over everything pizza and a few dozen napkins. But lingered in the kitchen waiting for an answer from mostly Winter since Winter was also a hybrid, but if Spinel wanted anything he'd happily make it.

[rubyneo]

i love seeing all the ways we show love in our lives. my manager was watching a video about a guy who severely fucked up his teeth chewing ice and told me at work the next day "i got so worried about you because you chew ice all the time, what if you get hurt?" my elderly coworker who has worked here for 30 years cant open sugar packets because they hurt her joints so whenever she asks me to i open 10 or more sugar packets for her coffee because i want her to be comfortable. another coworker asks about my coffee order every morning because he's curious what i got that day (today was a decaf iced latte with vanilla and hazelnut in it) and another has the way i like my milkshakes memorized so she can make them if i ask. my boss got me fancy lotion for christmas because i mentioned my hands being super dry to the point of cracking. all of these are love bro!

[satendou]

⟼ a touch of warmth

holiday masterlist | next | 1/15

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⇢ pairing: semi eita/reader/shirabu kenjirou

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢ summary: you know it’s cliche, getting caught out in a snow storm, and you know it’s made worse when you’re forced to stay at semi and shirabu’s apartment. but the real icing on the cake is when the power goes out.

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: pretty vanilla smut

⇢ word count: 5350

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⇢ a/n: i have a headcanon that semi runs super fucking warm at all times and you cannot change my mind.

“Jesus, where the hell did this come from?” Semi snarled, trying and failing to shield his face from the snowflakes flying towards his eyes. They were squinted so close he could barely see, the wind whipping around his clothes and the bags in his hands, almost knocking him off balance.

A hand at his back steadied him even as the person used him as a shield, then your voice cut through the howling storm, “They said that a storm was coming but that it was still supposed to be a few hours yet.”

You were practically yelling to be heard, fingers curling into the back of his jacket so you wouldn’t lose him in the thickening swirl. Semi didn’t bother to answer, instead intent on not getting lost before he made it home. It was getting harder to breathe, his eyes starting to sting as the moisture tried to freeze, and he tugged his scarf higher up over his nose.

At last the apartment building came into view and your hand disappeared from his back.

“Oh no you don’t, you aren’t walking home in this,” Semi snapped, snatching your wrist back up and tugging you up the stairs. He would swear he heard a sigh of relief from you, wiping snow off of yourself with your free hand.

“Thanks, Semi,” you said, and he glanced back at you for only a moment, pretending the pink flush on his cheeks was from the biting wind. “I’d probably freeze to death out there.”

Semi huffed quietly into his scarf as he fiddled with his keys at the door to his apartment. “Can’t believe you actually thought we’d make you walk home in this. Unbelievable.”

You giggled quietly behind him, content to stand close enough to him to give him heart palpitations as he finally got the key in the lock. “You know I don’t like to assume things.”

“You can make an exception just this once, _____,” he sighed, shoving open the door to reveal a pacing Shirabu.

“Thank god you’re home,” he said, stopping short when he caught sight of the two of you covered in snow and shivering. “Get in here before your toes fall off. I can’t reattach frostbitten limbs.”

You laughed behind your trembling hand while Semi raised a brow. “Did you just make a joke?”

Shirabu’s face turned the faintest pink as he snapped, “It’s the stress. Don’t get used to it.”

“You’d have much higher marks for bedside manner if you did that more often,” Semi responded, setting the bags of you had almost died for on the counter, so missing the way his flush deepened. “We gotta get out of these wet clothes. I’m sure I have something for you, ____. I’ll be right back.”

While he was gone, you shed your jacket as you asked Shirabu, “Did they say how long this is supposed to last?”

He took the jacket and gloves from your hands and made his way towards the laundry room, leaving you to stand in front of the heater as he said, “Most of the night, but they aren’t sure. The cell moved a lot faster than expected and is bigger than they thought.”

Semi appeared behind him in the doorway, almost pressing against his back to hand him his own wet clothes, asking, “Do you have anything she can wear? I think all of my stuff is too big.”

“Yeah, just a sec,” he answered, turning and disappearing into his room.

Semi returned to the living room, pointing over his shoulder as he said, “Shirabu is gonna see if he has shorts or something that’ll fit. Then we should probably shower and eat before the power goes out.”

Shirabu appeared a few minutes later, looking flustered as he held out a pair of boxers and some sweatpants which were clearly too big. “This is all I have. Sorry.”

Heat crept up your neck and you couldn’t quite look him in the eyes when you took them from him, unable to help the small laugh that escaped you. “It’ll have to do, I guess. Thanks, Shirabu.”

“Uh, sure,” he answered, retreating a few steps back from you. “You guys should shower real quick. I’ll cook tonight.”

Semi allowed you to shower first, breathing a sigh of relief as feeling returned to your arms and legs. There was the uncomfortable sensation of pins and needles for a few moments, causing you to wince, before you stepped out of the shower. It took every ounce of willpower you possessed to get out of the warmth, slipping on your borrowed clothes. You had to roll the pants a few times to make them fit at the waist, but at least they were warm and dry.

You thanked yourself for buying a decent pair of boots, which had protected your socks from getting ruined. Even with the heaters going full blast, it was still chilly in the apartment.

While Semi showered, you crept up behind Shirabu in the kitchen, latching your arms around his waist and setting your head on his shoulder. “Can I help with anything?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, dropping the packet of noodles he was holding into the sink with a startled gasp. “No, you-- Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” he said, holding his hand over his racing heart. You were warm and smelled of Semi’s bodywash, your hair dripping water onto his neck and causing face to flush. “Do you feel better?”

“Much,” you murmured, and he would swear you nuzzled closer, feeling your lashes flutter against his skin. “Thank you for letting me stay. Can’t believe I actually got trapped by a snowstorm.”

“Would you shut up?” Shirabu snapped, his voice dropping before he continued. “You know we always want you here.”

He meant it, too. He wasn’t entirely sure when you became such a staple in their routine or when he and Semi had started to view you as more than just a friend, but they were both in deep by the time they realized it. To top it off, when they had first come to realize that the other felt the same way about you it had caused some tension in their friendship, resorting to ignoring their feelings for the sake of everything at that point.

It was easier said than done though, with you standing in his clothes smelling like Semi who, Shirabu was reluctant to admit, had morphed into something more as well. Maybe it was the way you and Semi interacted, or maybe it was the way the dynamics between the two of them changed just by the sheer virtue of your presence, but something had definitely given in Shirabu’s mind. He could easily imagine being with the two of you, and had on more than one occasion.

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his muttered words, hope blooming before quickly being tamped down again, leaving you with a small smile. Squeezing around his middle, you made yourself more comfortable against his back, breathing in the clean, fresh smell that always surrounded him while he fiddled with the pot on the stove.

“You’re making this exceptionally hard,” he drawled, even though he hadn’t even attempted to get rid of you. You had remained attached as he moved from the sink down to the stove, shuffling behind him like an oversized leech as he dumped everything into the boiling pot.

“Mhm,” you hummed, squeezing your arms for just a moment to let him know you weren’t going anywhere, and he laughed under his breath. “Tell me to get off and I will.”

“Get off,” he deadpanned, though his heart sank even as he said it. It was a reflex response and he cursed himself for it.

“Rude,” you said, then laughed. “But no. You’re warm and do you really want me to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said, even as he though, No, no I don’t.

Footsteps sounded from down the hall, then Semi appeared in the archway, a brow raised as he leaned against the frame. “Don’t you two look cozy. Dinner ready yet?”

Shirabu froze for a moment against you, expecting jealousy or ire, but he heard only amusement in Semi’s voice. Hoping you would just assume he was startled, he answered, “No because _____ here won’t let go.”

Semi laughed at that, cocking his head to the side and opening his arms. “Why don’t you come here and let Shirabu finish cooking?”

You seemed to think about it for a moment before shaking your head.

“No,” you said petulantly, but the smirk you gave him was almost a challenge, as if to say Come get me.

Shirabu groaned in aggravation as more weight settled on his shoulders, a frustrated laugh bursting from his lips as he realized Semi had piled on top of you now. Your happy laughter filled his ears, vibrating against his back while Semi’s hands settled comfortably on his sides, chuckling along with you.

“Do the two of you want to eat tonight or just sleep in a pile on the kitchen floor?” Shirabu asked, trying to be grumpy and failing miserably. You could see the corners of his lips turned up, the flush on his cheeks, and Semi could hear the smile in his words.

“No, but considering the power is probably gonna go out later, maybe we should sleep in a pile on the couch,” Semi said, not quite as joking as he should have been.

“Real subtle, Semi,” you said, rolling your eyes even as you smiled. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

He shrugged in response, heart flipping in his chest when you didn’t quite say no. “We’ll see how you feel when you’re freezing cold on the couch, but don’t come crawling to me.”

“She won’t, because you’ll both be crawling to me since I have the bigger bed and all the blankets,” Shirabu said reflexively, his hands freezing over the pot as he realized what he’d said.

Expecting silence, he was pleasantly surprised when you burst out into more laughter while Semi mumbled, “Well that’s because you keep stealing them. You have like six blankets what do you need that many for?”

“For if the power goes out of course,” he answered with a shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know I get cold easily.”

“Yeah, Semi, not everyone runs a toasty 150 degrees all year round,” you quipped, earning a hard poke to the side from behind.

Shirabu scoffed, turning the burner off and reaching above him to pull bowls from the cabinet. “He would be dead if he were that h-high.”

He tensed when he felt your fingers drift over his abs, realizing his shirt had ridden up as he stretched towards the cabinet. Stumbling over his words, he grabbed the bowls and hunched back down, but his shirt bunched up over your hand still resting on his skin.

“Yes, Shirabu, we know that,” you drawled, letting your hand remain exactly where it was. You had felt him freeze against you, heard his breath skip, but he didn’t push you off. “But tell me he doesn’t feel that warm.”

“I’m actually secretly a werewolf,” Semi said, pulling away from you at last as Shirabu doled out spoonfuls of soup into the bowls.

You moved back reluctantly as well, shivering as the chilly air encircled you again. You hadn’t realized until then that it actually was cold, at least compared to the two men. A bowl was shoved into your hands, piping hot and causing your skin to tingle as it warmed up again.

“You’re actually secretly an idiot,” Shirabu retorted, pushing him forward out of the kitchen. “Now eat before it gets cold.”

For a few hours after that, you sat almost on top of one another underneath one of Shirabu’s thick blankets to stave off the cold. With your legs tangled together and your head resting on Shirabu’s shoulder, you eventually found yourself falling asleep.

“We should probably go to bed as well,” Shirabu said, watching your eyes flutter open for the nth time in twenty minutes.

Semi reluctantly picked his head up from where it had been almost buried against your neck, shooting Shirabu an almost betrayed look before agreeing. “Guess you’re right. I’m surprised the power’s still on, honestly.”

Shirabu nodded, smirking when you grumbled as he got up. Your hand grasped at his shirt weakly, trying and failing to keep him from getting any further before you slumped down to lay on the couch. “Give it an hour and it’ll be out, probably.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Semi muttered. Or do, give me an excuse.

Tucking the blanket around your shoulders, they turned the lights and TV off before bidding each other an almost reluctant goodnight, the apartment falling silent after the click of their doors closing.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke up shivering, but the clock on your phone read only midnight. Squinting in the harsh glare, you realized the apartment was unnaturally silent, the buzz of the heaters and the hum of the fridge missing. The only sound was the howling wind and your teeth chattering as you tucked the blanket closer around yourself. Your nose burned with each breath before you finally pulled the blanket up over your nose and ears. Curling into a ball, you tried to get back to sleep.

After what felt like an eternity later, the sound of a door opening caught your attention, and light blinded you when you rolled over to look.

“Hey, are you awake?” Semi asked, voice shaking with cold. “It’s freezing out here.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m awake. Guess the power finally went out,” you said, sitting up as he approached the couch.

Before he could sit down, another door opened and Shirabu appeared in the hallway. “Can anyone else sleep in this cold? I can’t feel my damn fingers.”

“Not even all those blankets are enough to keep you warm, huh?” Semi quipped, though it fell flat with his voice trembling.

“Shirabu doesn’t have enough body heat to warm ‘em up,” you joked, rubbing your hands up and down your arms. You thought about getting your jacket out of the dryer and putting it on, but that would mean getting out from under the blanket, which meant being even colder.

Shirabu’s flustered huff caught your attention, scratching the back of his head as he said, “Do you guys wanna--”

“Yes.”

You and Semi looked at each other before breaking out into nervous laughter while Shirabu scoffed.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” he yelled, even as Semi pushed him back down the hall and into his room.

“Sure we don’t,” he said, turning around to guide you further into the room. “What else could you have been asking?”

Under his breath, Shirabu said, “Maybe I was just gonna offer more blankets.”

“Mhm. You getting in or what?” Semi said from where he had already made himself comfortable. You were tucked as close as could be to his chest, hands pinned between you with one of his arms shoved under your head and the other slung over your waist. You were instantly warmer already, with the blankets piled on top of you and tucked around your neck.

Still muttering, Shirabu climbed in on your other side, hesitant to move closer until you snatched his arm up and tugged. Cold fingers skimmed up your side where your shirt had ridden up in your squirming, causing you to shiver, but you only continued to pull until he was molded against your back.

A sigh ruffled the hair at the back of your neck, a cold nose pressing into your hairline as Shirabu hid his face from the cold. Semi tucked your head under his chin, burying his face in one of the many pillows Shirabu owned, heaving a sigh of relief.

“So much better,” he mumbled, and even Shirabu hummed in agreement, squirming closer and forcing his hand between the two of you, grazing--

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he gasped, yanking his hand back as fast as he had accidentally groped your breast, shame and perceived rejection flushing white hot through him. “That was an accident, I swear. I--”

Your eyelids had fluttered open at his touch, able to feel the chill even though your shirt, causing your nipple to pebble. “‘Jirou.”

A pin could have been heard hitting the floor in the silence that followed, both men tensing up as heat flooded through you, embarrassed at the way you had whined his name.

A warmer, more calloused hand trailed over your side, pushing your shirt further up tentatively, and your heart stuttered in your chest. When you didn’t stop it, it paused, a nose grazing your forehead and down over your own.

You could feel Semi’s lips move against the tip, voice breathless and hopeful as asked, “Do you want--? I mean, you said--”

Shirabu was still frozen behind you, breath ragged against the back of your neck as he listened to Semi’s stuttered question, hoping against hope that somehow this was actually going to happen. To his utter horror, the blood was rushing from his face straight down, and he subtly shifted his hips back from where they were pressed against your ass.

“Well, I--” you hesitated for just a moment, wondering what would happen in the morning, if it would cause a fight between the two of them. Finally you whispered, “Yes, but it’s selfish, isn’t it? I want both of you, but I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Semi laughed low in his throat, nose pressing against your cheekbone so you could feel his lips move against yours. “Yeah, it’s pretty selfish, but I think we are too. If you want both of us, you can have both of us. You already do, anyway.” He silenced your startled noise with his lips, pushing you to roll onto your back before pulling away. “This alright with you, Kenjirou?”

Before he could think, Shirabu reached up to tangle his fingers in Semi’s hair, forcing the man to look at him. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widened in the dark, unseen by Shirabu, but it didn’t matter. Reaching out blindly, his hand found his cheek and he leaned in, clumsily seeking out Shirabu’s lips. He missed the first time, but Shirabu was quick to correct, molding their mouths together in a hesitant kiss that quickly turned heated. They fought for dominance above you, Semi’s arm braced above your head, knee between your legs before Shirabu finally caved.

“This works out rather well,” Semi said cheerfully, turning his focus back to you. He grasped the hem of your shirt and tugged upwards, exposing your torso to the cold air, nipples hardening as you shivered. “Wish we could see, though.”

“We have all day tomorrow,” Shirabu hissed as he pulled his own shirt off, the chill sweeping over his skin. “Hopefully it storms tomorrow night too.”

Too busy forcing Semi’s shirt over his head, you didn’t respond besides clenching your thighs together at the thought of being trapped with them for another day.

You couldn’t say you minded.

Two sets of hands met on Semi’s chest, both colder than he liked and he quickly fell back to your side, pulling the blankets back up over you.

“This might be a bit tricky,” Shirabu conceded as warmth crept over him again. That didn’t stop him from tugging his pants down his legs, kicking them off to the foot of the bed, and yours quickly followed suit.

You almost hissed when the length of his hard cock pressed against your thigh, almost hot against your skin. Semi was already trailing his fingers up your inner thigh, grazing over your hooded clit before hooking your leg over his hips.

“We’ll make it work,” he said, though he almost choked when your hand palmed his cock through his sweats. “Just a sec, since you’re so eager.”

You already had a hand wrapped around Shirabu, his hips rolling in time with your strokes, smearing precum down his shaft. Warm breath fanned across your neck where he’d hidden his face, before you turned and pressed your lips to his.

Your other hand was guided back down, Semi’s hand forcing yours to wrap around his head, smearing precum across your palm. “God, princess, you feel better than I imagined. We’ve wanted this forever.”

“M-Me too,” you gasped when two different hands touched your folds, one warm and rough, the other soft but cold. The duality made you squirm, desperate for more as you imagined Shirabu’s fingers dipping inside you. “‘m sorry I’m selfish, I-- You’re both so--”

“So what, sweet girl?” Shirabu breathed against your lips, condescension dripping from his words. “Tell us.”

The words bottled up in your throat as Semi started circles on your clit, leaving Shirabu to toy at your entrance. You were pinned beneath them, hips held down by both their arms even though you tried to squirm, begging for more.

“You like that, like when we touch you so nicely?” Semi whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe gently. “If we knew you wanted this so bad, we might have done this sooner.”

“Yes, yes,” you whined, and Shirabu had to hook your other leg over his to keep you spread open for them. You didn’t even have time to bemoan the loss of his touch before it was back, one slender finger finally sinking inside you. “‘Jirou.”

“Hm?” he asked, curling his arm up and tangling his fingers in Semi’s hair. “Did you like that?”

Semi hissed when he tugged roughly, pulling him away from where he had been mouthing at your shoulder, at the same time your hand tightened around his cock. He was smearing pre across the outside of your thigh, thrusting his hips in time with your strokes, but they stuttered for a moment. “Yeah she did. Give her another one.”

You clenched around Shirabu’s fingers at the thought, both hands squeezing and twisting roughly around them, milking more precum to spread across your skin as a second fit inside you. They crooked up, dragging down the front wall of your fluttering cunt, seeking out the sweet spot inside you.

Both men shivered, Shirabu stifling his grunt against your neck but Semi moaned for you to hear.

“Fuck, I--” Shirabu started, devolving into moan that rumbled in his chest.

“Me too, fuck, me too,” Semi panted, pulling away from you completely. “You started it, you go first.”

You whined at the loss, reaching blindly out into the dark, smearing a mess across his chest. He snatched your hand up, mindlessly pressing his lips to your knuckles.

“Are you-- Are you sure?” Shirabu asked, trying and failing to meet his eyes in the darkness.

His touch disappeared as well, guiding himself to hover partway over you, seeking Semi out as he said, “Yeah, if you’re alright with it, princess?”

Curling your arm around Shirabu’s neck, you hummed as his cock nestled against your folds. You could hear the sounds of kissing just above you, your hand still clasped against Semi’s chest. “I am, just hurry up.”

That elicited muffled chuckles from the both of them, Shirabu starting a slow roll of his hips that slid his cock back and forth across your clit.

“You aren’t gonna regret this in the morning, are you?” Semi asked playfully when he pulled away from Shirabu.

“I’m not unless you don’t quit teasing,” you huffed, locking your leg around Shirabu’s hips.

“That attitude is gonna have to be curbed,” Shirabu teased, bracing himself on one hand over you. The other found your chin, tilting your head up until he could find your lips with his. “I don’t deal well with brats.”

“Wouldn’t be a brat if you would just--”

You broke off with a gasp, back arching up into his chest when he finally, finally slid himself in, slick walls parting easily until he was buried to the hilt.

A broken noise filled the room, hands flying up to wrap around his biceps while Semi chuckled beside you.

“What was that, princess? If he would just…?” His fingers tangled in your hair, turning your head towards him so he could whisper against your lips, “Shirabu doesn’t deal with attitude well. I’d suggest you watch yourself.”

Shirabu didn’t wait for you to adjust, dragging his hips back just so he could slam back in, already hitting your cervix with every thrust. He fell down to his elbow, seeking out your warmth while the cold air bit into his back, the blanket having fallen down to his hips.

The chill wasn’t much of a problem anymore, your focus solely on the drag of every vein against your walls, the crown of his cock rubbing up against the spot he was looking for earlier. You were crying out his name and begging for more, arms moving up to loop around his neck, pulling him down flush with your chest. Your nails bit into his back, goosebumps rippling over his skin as your legs tightened around his hips, forcing him deeper.

“Gonna cum if you keep that up,” he bit out, breath puffing against your neck. His head was swimming, the darkness forcing him to focus solely on the way you sucked him back in, dripping down his balls and easing every thrust.

Semi was occupying your mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips to taste you. After a moment, you felt his hand cup your breast, rolling and plucking your nipple between his fingers teasingly. lt was a gentle contrast the way Shirabu pulled out and snapped back into you, pinching your clit against his pubic bone.

“Don’t stop, please, ‘Jirou,” you begged, teetering on the edge of coming around him. You just needed one last push, him to angle his hips up--

You gasped when a warm mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked, walls spasming around Shirabu, who jerked up inside you when you did. You were coming before you knew it, clenching rhythmically around him and milking him deep inside you, a litany of curses spilling loudly from his lips.

“A little warning next time, Eita?” Shirabu gasped, pulling out and collapsing beside you, resting his arm on his forehead.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he answered, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. “Roll over towards ‘Jirou, sweetheart.”

You were still trembling from aftershocks, pussy pulsing and forcing Shirabu’s cum to drip out until Semi nudged the head of his cock into you, pushing it back in. He groaned into your ear, molding his chest to your back and pressing his nose to your hair, hands holding your hips for dear life.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he growled, carving through your clenching walls until his tip met your swollen cervix. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you? Kenjirou got to feel you, let me too.”

Shirabu shifted beside you when you mewled, muffling the noise with a kiss as Semi fucked you from behind. His pace was far different from the former’s, gentle and slow, carefully grazing your overstimulated nerves until it tipped over from painful to pleasurable. He could feel when you relaxed, hooking your leg back over his hip only for Shirabu to lift it up, spreading you wide for Semi.

Your fingers tangled in Shirabu’s soft hair, breath coming in pants and tiny moans against his lips, meeting them occasionally with your own only to pull away to whine.

“Eita,” you breathed, hugging Shirabu closer. His cock was still half-hard, sitting just right that every one of Semi’s thrusts dragged your clit against it. “Gonna come again, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. You were so wet, so messy from a mix of your own slick and Shirabu’s cum, dripping down his balls and making a mess of his thighs and yours. “So perfect, so good for us. We’re not gonna leave this bed tomorrow, I don’t care if it’s snowing or not. Wanna see you, wanna watch you come for us.”

You tightened up at his words, whining into Shirabu’s mouth. He took advantage of it, running his tongue across yours and greedily taking in your taste.

“Can’t believe we waited this long to do this,” he panted when he pulled back, shifting and rolling his hips in time with yours. He reached out blindly until he found Semi’s hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing.

Semi huffed out a laugh before kissing just below your ear and down, humming against your jaw. “I won’t wait that long to do it again, I promise you that.”

You were barely listening to them, the coil in your lower belly tightening again, waves of heat spreading through you as every thrust managed to graze the swollen bundle of nerves inside you. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, but you were drooling around his cock, begging him to go deeper, to fill you up and make you come.

They both groaned at your filthy words, high pitched and whiny, needy for them to take care of you.

“We’ve got you. Just let go,” Semi whispered in your ear, shifting down and thrusting sharply into you, sinking even deeper and slamming against that spot*.

White flashed behind your eyes, Shirabu’s slender fingers replacing his cock on your clit, circling so fast you clamped down on Semi. He managed to hilt inside you only twice more before you started coming, back locking up and forcing your ass back into his pelvis.

Like Shirabu, he spit out a string of curses at how tight you were, milking him dry before he could think to pull out. You felt so good fluttering around his cock that even when he was spent, he didn’t pull out, content to plug you up as he softened inside you.

The room fell silent again for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Shirabu pulled the pile of blankets back up over your shoulders, letting his arm settle across your side. His hand rested on Semi’s side, forehead pressed to yours, while Semi’s fingers wrapped around his arm to complete the tangle of limbs the three of you had become.

“I know what you said earlier,” you said at last, whispering with your eyes closed. You were so close to falling asleep, nestled between them, but you wanted to know before you got your hopes up. “But was this a one time thing?”

Semi shifted behind you while Shirabu huffed in annoyance, peeking an eyes open even though he couldn’t see you.

“Not if you don’t want it to be. We’d actually really like to date you,” Semi answered, trying to push even closer to you.

He only succeeded in pressing you closer to Shirabu, who moved to tuck your head beneath his chin. Shirabu was content to let Semi do the talking, knowing he was better at it anyway, and already knew everything Shirabu wanted to say.

“Oh,” you said, and sounded surprised for some reason. “I’d like that. I didn’t think...Well, I didn’t think you would be alright sharing.”

“I didn’t think we would either, but I guess somewhere along the way things changed. ‘Jirou, you--”

“Yeah,” Shirabu said, cutting Semi off. “I don’t know when but I-- I like you too, Eita. Sorry if I--”

“Nah, I feel the same,” Semi said, squeezing his arm. “Well that settles that then, doesn’t it?”

“Seems so,” you whispered, nuzzling at the column of Shirabu’s throat. You forced your leg between his and your arm beneath his, content now that you had your answer. “G’night, guys.”

“Night, sweetheart,” Semi whispered, while Shirabu pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Your breathing evened out against his throat, body going slack so quickly it was almost laughable, but they followed quickly behind, too tired to have anymore conversation that night.

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[love-that-we-were-in]

i’m thinking about them so here are some brody and the gays headcanons @solli @imogenlefay

Eli C:

deeply average. i mean, he has no particular talents whatsoever. he gets average grades (his best subject is physics) and his fashion sense is pretty standard - t-shirts and jeans and sneakers mostly. he’s just the most average guy you can imagine

he introduced sebastian and elaine to each other because elaine was in desperate need of a roommate (fic coming soon about this bc i miss elastian roommates

his last name is Collins (see: deeply average)

bisexual king

elaine:

rollerblades with dani

majored in gender/women’s studies at louisville probably

has just as big of an ego as seb but is less annoying with it

can’t cook rice

favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla - this becomes a very heated debate during grocery runs

regularly pretends to be peoples fake partner for kicks and minor things in exchange (eg scratchers and an ani defranco tee)

adam:

swiftie

allergic to citrus

has somehow always avoided the fate of being designated driver even though he doesn’t tend to drink

had a 1D phase. idk what to tell you. his ringtone was little things for a long while

introduces brody to the rest bc that makes the most sense. he’s the only who met brody in canon

dani:

will regularly disappear without telling anyone where she’s going

like completely drop of the grid. one time she just left to backpack south america. she came back bc she missed her guitar and was worried they would sell it

drags elliot into a meeting with the rest of the gang bc she accidentally double-booked

makes excellent apple pie & adam loves her for it

chandler:

was barred from visiting sebastian and elaine’s apartment at one point bc he kept breaking things by accident

has a cat in ohio named clive

thinks sebastian is an idiot for not going into performing. no one else actively agrees bc sebastian can pay his bills on time

also had a 1D phase. his favourite song steal your girl bc he was in deep denial

probably liked percy jackson

elliot:

honestly i don’t think i have any??

sebastian:

can’t swim

swiftie (fav album is reputuation bc it’s seb)

maybe just a little bit still obsessed with blaine. but he’s not pining. of course not.

didn’t want anything to do with adam, dani or elliot when he first realised they had been friends/friend adjacent to kurt and rachel. this was 4 months into their friendship

once tried to get elaine to change her name bc it sounds too much like blaine

hates beer

will eat an entire packet of raw cookie dough without blinking

political science major

adhd

brody:

finds it really funny to be the straight friend

gets along well with the group bc sex positivity is important and yes i am bitter about Feud

will argue that the best part of twilight was any part without bella edward and jacob. he wrote a paper on it once

was honestly shocked to find out sebastian was in show choir in high school. just thought he was a nerd

believed eli was straight for like 6 months because he’s so deeply average

got harmony to join the gang bc he missed rachel and she was close enough

bonus Harmony:

got the role rachel turned down in s6 and became good friends with jesse

only thinks sebastian was right i’m not persuing the arts because he’s just as good at poli-sci. however she does still make him rehearse with her when brody is unavailable.

hates kurt

lactose intolerant

has never tasted coffee ever and sometimes switches sebastian and elaine’s out for decaf

i’ll be honest, this post got away from me and now i have to think of elliot headcanons.

[noteworthyao3]

I would like to redact my answer here, as I have consulted with the coffee gods. As per my source, word for word,

Danny: Iced - This bitch get a Salted Carmel Cold Brew because he's so salty. Hot - I wouldn't be surprised if this bitch got a White Chocolate Mocha because it's "Paulina's favorite drink." Well, Paulina would go the whole mile to alter the drink so much, it was basically different but whatever. Frappicino - This sweet tooth bitch gets a Strawberry Creme with white chocolate mocha because in his words "it tastes exactly like a strawberry shake." This is his go-to. Tea - He's basic and gets Green Tea, but if he's willing to spend the extra buck, he gets it with Strawberry Acai. Bonus - He avoids the holidays drinks like the plague.

Sam: Iced - I can see her as a Matcha Latte type and yes, she substitutes her milk out for preferable soy. Hot - She goes for an Americano. She can also have this as an iced drink during a hot summer day (because having black coffee is the best coffee). Frappuccino - Say what  you will, but if she doesn't want coffee and needs something cool to drink, she gets a Vanilla Bean Creme Frappuccino with Mango Dragonfruit Inclusions (sub whole milk for soy of course with no whip). She likes anything purple I say, but if you disagrees, we can settle for a Matcha Frapp. Tea - Black, just like her soul, but I might believe she has some southern in her and I wouldn't be surprised if she put some sugar packets in there just like how her grandmother made it. Bonus - she secretly would have loved to try the pumpkin spice if it wasn't "too mainstream"

Tucker: Iced - He claims that he's a man and doesn't get girly drinks but this dude is confident enough to say he wants a Brown Sugar Oatmilk Shaken Espresso. (The one time he's okay with a non dairy type drink and yes, Sam convinced him.) Hot - When it's in season, you know damn well he's getting that pumpkin spice until they run out for the year. He honestly like a lot of seasonal drinks but pumpkin spice is at the top for him. Frappuccino - Mocha Frapp. Enough said, and you can't change my mind on that. Tea - This dude hates tea and I can just feel it, BUT he would have the Passion Tea with lemonade of course. Something about him around plants doesn't sound right. Bonus - he could care less for the caramel ribbon crunch frapp believe it or not.

Messer: Iced - Messer loves trying new things but I think they would love the shaken espresso drinks the most. (Sam did have a bit of influence with this one but not as much as it took for Tucker). Her go to? The Chocolate Malt Almond Shaken Espresso; it literally tastes like chocolate milk but ✨ caffeinated✨ Hot - I can see Messer enjoy a good book with a dark roast coffee, maybe with some cream? I mean. I can see her with just black coffee as well. Frappuccino - Messer got a bit inspired by Danny with this one but a Strawberry Creme Frapp with Chocolate Mocha is the best! It literally tastes like chocolate covered strawberries in a drink. Tea - Messer has learned that green tea is best for stress, but Sam encouraged her one day to try Black Tea with the Mango Dragonfruit Refresher and Messer has been hooked since. Bonus - Messer takes the longest to order because she looks at everything on the menu and wants to try everything.

Not sure if Starbucks exists in Neutral or not, but what do you think Messer, Danny, Sam, and Tucker would drink if they needed coffee to fully wake up before school?

I don't know how far of a reach Starbucks had in the early 2000s, so let's say it's a little coffee shop, just for The Vibes. Messer would probably get hot chocolate, it's simple, comforting and won't make them jittery. Though, will try any of the seasonal drinks at least once. Danny would likely get a cappuccino with caramel and vanilla, with an espresso shot if he was up really late hunting ghosts again. Sam probably ordered something like a black coffee early into her goth awakening just to feel cool, but as she got more comfortable in herself, ended up preferring something fruity. Whatever the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop equivalent of a Starbucks Refresher would be. Tucker would absolutely get something sweet as hell that barely tastes like coffee, if at all, like a vanilla latte with a shit ton of vanilla and chocolate syrup, whipped cream, too. If it doesn't taste like a dessert, he wouldn't want it. Gets a cookie or a cake pop, too, as a treat.