#so today we were talking and somehow this guy she knows got brought up and she was saying how he said something abt how white ladies will

[coquelicoq]

i have been spending so much time adulting lately AND i just remembered i still haven't even done my taxes UGHHHHHH i am so tired. going to watch the two hours of kim's convenience scheduled on pluto every weeknight and edit some crosswords during the commercials.

[yois2aki]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)

SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.

WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"

 

it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.

 

too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.

 

"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.

 

"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."

 

"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"

 

and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."

 

"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.

 

you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.

 

"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.

 

you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.

 

as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.

 

"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"

 

you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.

 

"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."

 

"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."

 

"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.

 

a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.

 

"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"

 

even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.

 

"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.

 

he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.

 

"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.

 

"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"

 

chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.

 

"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"

 

at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."

 

"huh?!"

A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!

[bewitched-hours]

"hey fine shyt.." I say as I lean over the wall, my height towering you "can you make.. heh. Yan!paycheck x reader who's their local cashier.." my voice low and suggestive. ( Why did I write this. )

NO BECAUSE THIS MADE ME CACKLE- YOU'RE BRILLIANT-

Reader gets She/They hehehehe

Life's pretty... Boring?

At least that's what you'd call it.

Being a cashier wasn't entirely bad. You were lucky to have good co-workers and a... Decent boss...

But overall, it's pretty boring compared to how you imagined it growing up.

You obviously knew while growing up that you wouldn't become a dragon tamer or adventurer...

But a cashier? You really didn't know where to go in life but at least you had the qualifications to become a zoo keeper when you finally had the money to move.

Or maybe you could be a bartender? They make pretty good money too and you did work at a restaurant to mix drinks part-time before...

"Is everything alright?" A voice woke you up from your daydreams as you quickly looked around.

It was still morning luckily and only one customer in your line... Still embarrassing...

"I'm so sorry!" You began giggling awkwardly out of habit. But the man didn't seem to mind as you went on to scan his purchases. "Don't worry, I'm not a morning person either." He chuckled along.

You actually recognized him though. Elliot. He worked at builder brothers pizza and was a regular at your store specifically... He must live in the area.

You actually had somewhat of a friendship? He would often chat with you to the point your co-workers suspected he might have a crush on you and would tease you about it. Though, you just denied it and insisted it was because you were regulars at each other's workplaces so you could sorta bond over the similarities in your jobs.

But there was usually another regular... A fellow in black and white, Chance.

He was more flirtatious but usually didn't leave you much room to speak on yourself. You were too flustered to speak anyhow...

Usually, he was with Elliot and it was rare to not have one without the other in the store so you had assumed Chance must be busy... If it weren't for him approaching right as you finished giving Elliot back his change.

"'Scuse me~" He started setting down some general stuff for taking care of a bunny. You were honestly kinda excited because it meant hearing more about Spade, his bunny.

Elliot huffed a little playfully, waiting on Chance and helping him pack everything as you happily listened to them both talk about Spade to you. It was probably your favourite part of the day when they came in. It made your job a little more bearable between entitled customers and nosy boomers that somehow always insist on inviting you to their churches...

Today though...

"We actually brought Spade along for the ride today! How about you come see him during your break?" Chance suggested with a wink.

Normally, your gut would be telling you to call security but with how long you've known these two and the fact you've already exchanged phone numbers, you pushed any suspicion aside and nodded with excitement.

You've seen Spade in person a few times already and the large bunny fell head over heels for your petting sessions. He was practically darting for you whenever Chance let him roam around near you.

And true to your word, you decided to use your break to talk with them and pet Spade by their car. The black bunny was practically love-bombing you but you didn't mind. You were ready to spoil him rotten with love and perhaps that's what had the two guys obsess over you so much.

Oh, if only you knew how much blood they've spilled...

How many people have lost their lives because they've been rude or pushy and got too close for their liking.

How many pictures of you they've gathered when you weren't looking or oblivious. All those pictures are hung up in a special closet with your shrine in it, ya know?

Chance went all the way to first spoil Elliot with a mansion to live in together and now the two of them wished to spoil you with their obsession and love.

To smother you in kisses and praise until your face looks like a tomato, to watch you sleep peacefully in their arms or even dream about making sure you'd never leave the mansion again...

Maybe they could soon...

Their opportunity ended up being on a cold winter day. A Blizzard had surprised you and your co-workers during work and everyone was scrambling to close up and get home quickly as per your boss' orders.

You couldn't get home though. You were dependant on public transit and apparently the blizzard came in from the direction of your home so the area was already getting closed off.

Although hesitant, you began to dial Chance's number and ask if their car was still good to drive before you asked if he could pick you up and let you stay with Elliot and him until the blizzard's out.

You felt guilty for asking though and apologized with practically every step you made as you headed towards a local park where you could wait for him.

Surprisingly, he was already in the area! Must be your lucky day.

You thanked him a million times over when you sat in the comfort of his car before Spade suddenly made his entrance. Right, there was no way he would be around without that spoiled little bun.

It was oddly comfortable in their mansion. It made you almost feel like royalty as you looked around.

You had been here maybe only once or twice but it still felt so overwhelmingly beautiful... Like a safe haven you'd never want to leave...

How lucky you were today~

Elliot seemed to have already been home too and set you down on the couch by the fireplace with a change of clothes and Spade to keep you company before they both went to the kitchen and out of earshot from you.

Did you ever tell them your sizes? You must've but probably forgot, typical.

You decided to change in the bathroom and come back to pet Spade more, noticing a cup of hot cocoa on the glass table in front of the couch. A bit cliché but you weren't about to let their efforts go to waste.

Taking a sip, you noticed a few tiny marshmallows sticking out on top which made you giggle. It reminded you of how you'd make them during christmas at your place. You were sure to tease them on copying you later...

As if on cue, you had both Chance and Elliot cuddling up to you on either side of your body. You could feel yourself getting flustered and trying to distract yourself by petting Spade- who was less than happy by his dads taking your attention from him...

"Getting comfy, I hope~ Seems the Blizzard's set to last at least a week." Chance chuckled, sneaking in a few pets for Spade as you silently thanked whatever higher being that you lived alone and didn't have pets...

"Then I guess it's an extended slumber party." You joked, barely noticing the blush on both of their faces as you drank and felt your body relax.

Sandwiched between your two crushes, their bunny on your lap, an oddly sweet smell and a hot cocoa... Enough to make your mind melt...

Why should you worry anymore? You were safe and comfy, nothing to complain about as you drank up and let your head fall back when drowsiness took your mind away.

You shouldn't need to even think... Just stay with them... They'll take care of you and you'll get to pet Spade whenever you'd like... Just keep listening to those soft buzzing sounds and the allure of their voices...

Waking up, you found yourself with them in their bed. You panicked for a moment but you still had the clothes on that they gave you.

Actually... It kinda smelled like them. Maybe you could lay here just a little longer-

"Slept well~?" Or not.

Chance couldn't help but giggle as you sat up and loosely threw the pillow you were sleeping on over his face. "Relax~ You just fell asleep and we didn't want you to feel lonely~"

By that point, Elliot had woken up too and chuckled alone to your antics. "Careful, Spade is still here." He spoke softly, pulling your attention to the black bunny that had been resting against your back. That at least made you a little more relaxed as you huffed.

Although, you couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Like you were foggy in the brain or something...

Oh well, probably just drowsiness still wearing off or maybe the blizzard.

Lying back down to cuddle Spade, Chance let out a slight whine and cuddled up against your back with a fake pout. "C'mon darling, I just asked if you slept well~" Chance tried to get you to look at him while Elliot petted Spade and cupped your face with his free hand.

Something about the realization that they were both so close to you made your body warm up tenfold and they revelled in knowing that.

Really, you couldn't blame them for grinning. They had been planning for so long to take you. Even researching and spending money for a drug that could mimic the effects of amnesia selectively and allowed them to wait until the perfect moment and the blizzard just happened to give them that moment.

Now all they had to do was rework your memories and keep you nice and happily obedient for them so they'll never have to worry about someone even looking at you wrong ever again~!

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[jessesluvr]

could we please get a part 2 to the golden boy’s mom has a plan where Jesse and reader have been dating for a while and he finally brings her home for dinner one night after his mom keeps pestering him

dinner at the parents | jesse x reader

author's note : hi guys ! this is a part two to this, so please enjoy! inbox + requests are always open! take care of yourselves please! ps. this is barely proofread.

summary : jesse finally brings you over for dinner at his parents’ house after weeks of robin pestering him, and the evening is filled with warm food, playful teasing, and the kind of chaotic love that makes you feel instantly at home. by the end of the night, with jesse walking you home under soft jackson skies, you both realize this — whatever this is — might just be the real thing.

word count : 2k

it starts with robin waving at you from across the market — again.

she does it every time she sees you now. ever since that awkward-yet-somehow-adorable encounter where she’d practically squealed and grabbed your hands and said, “oh! i’m so glad to see you!”

(he’d died when you told him. literally groaned, buried his face in his hands, and mumbled something about how his mom was going to scare you away.)

but she hadn’t scared you. in fact, you kind of loved her.

she was warm, and a little chaotic, and very much the opposite of jesse, who liked to pretend he wasn’t soft when everyone knew he absolutely was. and ever since that first meeting, robin had taken every opportunity to call out to you in public like you were already family.

“hey, sweet girl!” she shouted now from the tomato stand, lifting a hand like she was hailing a cab. “did you get your basket back from dina?”

you laughed, cheeks warming. “yeah, finally.”

“she’s always stealing mine too. tell her i said she owes me a pie.”

you nodded, smiling. robin winked at you, then turned back to the stall, muttering something about ripe produce and sons who don’t know a good thing when they have it.

you pretended not to hear that last part.

later that evening, jesse showed up at your door with a lazy grin and that soft, windswept look he always got after patrol. he had a thermos of coffee in one hand and a pouch of trail jerky in the other.

“thought i’d bribe you for a few hours of your time,” he said.

“is that venison jerky?” you asked, eyebrows lifting.

“the good kind. no gristle.”

“sold.”

he followed you inside, kicked off his boots, and made himself comfortable on your couch like he always did. you poured two mugs of the still-warm coffee and plopped down beside him, pulling a quilt over both your laps without thinking.

it was easy with jesse. it always had been.

“you saw my mom today,” he said casually, sipping his drink.

you side-eyed him. “is she psychic?”

“she left me a note.” he fished into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded square of paper. “said — and i quote — ‘saw your girl in town. she said hi. you still haven’t brought her over, what the hell is wrong with you, jesse?’”

you burst out laughing, snatching the note to read it yourself. sure enough, robin had scrawled it in looping, underlined handwriting, complete with three exclamation marks and a heart next to it.

“god, she’s persistent.”

“she likes you,” he groaned, dropping his head back against the couch. “she thinks you’re sweet. thinks i’m dumb for not dragging you to dinner yet.”

you toyed with the frayed edge of the blanket between you.

“i mean… it’s been a few months,” you said slowly, voice barely above a whisper. “i wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

jesse tilted his head toward you. “you serious?”

you nodded. “i already kinda met her, didn’t i? at this point, not being invited just feels insulting.”

he laughed, but there was something tender in it — something soft that made his eyes crinkle and his mouth do that crooked half-smile you’d come to crave.

“alright,” he said, nudging your leg with his knee. “you win. i’ll talk to her. just be prepared — she’ll cry. or bake. or both.”

you grinned. “sounds perfect.”

the next morning…

jesse regretted everything.

he regretted telling his mom he’d ask you to dinner. he regretted doing it while she was mid-knead on a batch of bread dough because she got so excited she flung flour all over the place like it was confetti. he regretted not immediately leaving afterward, because now she was following him around the house talking about menus.

“she’s vegetarian, right?”

“no.”

“does she like spicy food?”

“moderately.”

“what about chili? no, wait, i made that last week — we need something special.”

jesse pinched the bridge of his nose. “ma—”

“i’m just saying, jesse,” robin said, hands on her hips. “she’s a lovely girl. you bring home a lovely girl, you don’t just sit on your hands for three months like some clueless teenager.”

“i’m not clueless,” he muttered.

she gave him a pointed look.

“…okay, maybe i’m a little clueless.”

robin softened, her exasperation melting into something gentler.

“i just want to meet her properly,” she said. “in my house. at my table. not in passing at the damn tomato stall.”

“i said i’d talk to her.”

“you said that a month ago.”

jesse sighed and finally nodded. “fine. i’ll ask her if she’s free tomorrow.”

robin lit up like a lantern. “perfect. i’ll get started on the pie crust.”

you got the note a few hours later.

it was hand-delivered by one of the kids who helped out at the stables — jesse’s handwriting on the front, and inside, a folded page torn from one of the armory ledgers.

dinner at my folks’ tomorrow night. 6 sharp. you’re brave for agreeing to this. i already told them not to scare you. (they probably will anyway.) i’ll walk you over. — j

you stared at the note for a good minute, heart doing that fluttery, restless thing it always did when jesse let his soft side show.

you tucked the page into your coat pocket and smiled.

tomorrow was going to be interesting.

the sky was dusky by the time jesse came to walk you over.

he looked freshly showered and uncharacteristically nervous, hair still a little damp and sleeves rolled to the elbow. he had that restless energy in his step — the kind he only got when he was trying really, really hard to seem chill. you knew him too well to be fooled.

“you’re acting like i’m meeting the president,” you teased as you adjusted your coat.

he sighed dramatically. “you’re meeting my mother, which is worse. much worse.”

you bumped your shoulder into his. “i already met her.”

“that wasn’t meeting. that was you getting ambushed while trying to buy potatoes.”

you smiled. “well, if she throws produce tonight, i’ll know to duck.”

he groaned. “please don’t give her ideas.”

despite the teasing, there was something quietly intimate about walking through town with him like this — his gloved hand brushing yours, the world winding down around you, windows glowing with golden light. jackson always felt softer in the evening, like it gave people permission to just… be. to settle.

by the time you reached the diazes’ house, your nerves had caught up to you — but jesse just squeezed your hand, leaned close, and murmured, “i’m really glad you’re here.”

you smiled back. “me too.”

he knocked once, then pushed the door open with a resigned sort of caution.

“ma, we’re here—”

“—finally!” robin’s voice called from the kitchen. “tell her to come in, and take off her coat!”

you thanked jesse politely as you slipped off your coat and stepped into the cozy warmth of the living room. it smelled like roasted garlic and sweet corn and something rich and herby in the oven. there were candles flickering on the table, mismatched place settings already laid out, and a vase of slightly wilted wildflowers in the center.

robin appeared around the corner with flour on her apron and the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

“there she is!” she beamed, wiping her hands. “sweetheart, come in, come in—oh, you look even prettier than i remember!”

“hi,” you said shyly. “it smells amazing in here.”

“oh, it’s just a roast. jesse tells me you eat real food, not that rabbit salad stuff. thank god.”

jesse mumbled something under his breath and fled to the kitchen to get drinks.

robin, unfazed, looped her arm through yours and led you to the table like you were an old family friend. “sit anywhere. don’t let jesse put you in the sunken chair — it wobbles. you’ll think it’s you, but it’s the chair. i’ve been telling kenji to fix it for two years.”

you laughed, settling into a stable seat as jesse returned with glasses of water and a bottle of something dark and sweet-smelling.

“she’s already judging my handyman skills again, isn’t she?” a man’s voice said from the hallway.

you turned and saw jesse’s dad — kenji — carrying a tray of roasted carrots in from the oven. he was taller than jesse, broader too, with laugh lines around his eyes and the same crooked half-smile his son had.

“she’s not judging,” you said with a grin. “she’s just brutally honest.”

kenji chuckled. “you’re already fluent in robin-ese. impressive.”

robin rolled her eyes. “let the girl breathe, kenji.”

“you’re the one interrogating her.”

“i’m being welcoming.”

you and jesse exchanged a look across the table, both of you biting back smiles.

dinner was loud, chaotic, and somehow perfect.

robin talked a mile a minute — asking you about where you grew up, how long you’d been in jackson, if you could cook (“because jesse sure can’t”), and whether your parents were “as cute as you are.” kenji, quieter but warm, would chime in occasionally with dry quips that made robin snort-laugh and jesse bury his face in his hands.

you found yourself relaxing into it — the mess of it all, the noise, the food passed hand to hand. jesse sat beside you, knee brushing yours, occasionally refilling your water or sliding you the last of the garlic rolls like it was second nature.

at one point, robin excused herself to check on dessert, and kenji leaned over with a wry smile.

“she’s excited you’re here, you know.”

you blinked. “really?”

he nodded. “she’s been talking about you for weeks. ever since she ran into you in the market.”

“i was buying eggs.”

“apparently, you smiled at her. that was enough.”

you laughed, cheeks going warm. “well… she makes it easy.”

kenji gave you a knowing look. “so does jesse. even if he acts like he doesn’t.”

across the table, jesse raised an eyebrow. “what did i do now?”

“nothing, son,” kenji said. “just making conversation.”

after dessert (apple pie, perfectly spiced, with whipped cream robin insisted wasn’t from a can), the four of you sat around sipping tea. robin looked between you and jesse with a slightly-too-innocent smile.

“so,” she said, “when are you two moving in together?”

“ma!”

you nearly choked on your tea. jesse groaned and covered his face again while kenji let out a bark of laughter.

robin looked completely unbothered. “i’m just saying. you look good together. like puzzle pieces. you know, meant to fit.”

you recovered slowly, blinking through a very startled blush. “we, um. we haven’t really talked about that yet.”

“well, maybe you should.”

jesse gave his mom a look.

robin just shrugged. “what? i’m old. i like knowing things.”

kenji gently pried the teapot out of her hands. “alright, love. that’s enough match-making for tonight.”

eventually, jesse helped you back into your coat and walked you home through the now-quiet streets.

you were still smiling.

“i warned you,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “she’s intense.”

“she’s wonderful,” you said honestly. “and your dad’s great too.”

“you didn’t think they’d be normal, did you?”

“god, no. but they’re… good. like, good people.”

he went quiet a moment, then glanced at you, softer now. “they loved you.”

you ducked your head. “yeah?”

“yeah. my mom’s already planning breakfast. i had to talk her down from sunday brunch.”

you grinned. “you going to bring me for that one too?”

“probably. if you’ll let me.”

you paused at your porch steps and looked at him — sweet, bashful, genuinely smitten.

“i’d let you bring me anywhere,” you said.

he leaned down, kissed you slow and warm, and whispered, “careful. my mom might take that as a proposal.”

you laughed against his lips. “would that be so bad?”

his breath hitched — just slightly.

“…not even a little.”

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Discretions and Devotions

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Decided to make this a mini series, in terms that the chapters will be short, but still entertaining since the idea of this makes me giggle. (Gender Neutral Reader btw)

Part 1: Hangovers and Hickies

Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan was on the case.

Obviously, something was going on between you and Spencer. That much he could deduce. But to what extent? For how long? 

Since he needed these questions answered, he would require backup from his favorite girl.

“Enter and be known.” Rang out from behind the door when Derek knocked on it. He swung the door open and closed it behind him.

“Babygirl. Put your detective cap on.”

Garcia swiveled around in her chair and raised an eyebrow.

“I think Y/n and Reid are sleeping together.”

Garcia’s eyes lit up. “What’s your proof.”

“Well, Y/n came in today with a hickey and was completely hungover. Then Spencer brought in McDonald’s and Dunkin as a hangover cure—“

“They could’ve just texted one another Derek, you know that he’s completely smitten and would’ve just taken it upon himself to cure their hangover…”

He shook his head. “Let me finish. Then Y/n said that it was Reid’s fault that they ‘were like this’. Plus, both of them are wearing scarves or sweaters with neck coverage…” 

Garcia's mouth dropped open. “No…”

Derek nodded and crossed his arms. “And Reid started blushing because of whatever Y/n said, but then ran away before I could ask him any questions.”

“Oh, so they’re sleeping together.” Garcia nodded along with Derek.

“Exactly, but they won’t say anything about it.”

“I love you, but no. If this was the first time, why would they want to talk about it at all, but….If this has been happening for a while then it’s a secret. And I always uncover secrets” Penelope stood up, and all but stomped out of her bat cave and down to the bullpen, where you were feeling much better, having eaten some greasy foods to combat the headache.

“Where’s the fire?” You looked up as you saw Garcia headed over to you.

“Are you sleeping with Reid?”

“Woah. First off. Don’t go screaming that question in the middle of the bullpen.” You crossed your arms. “Second, who said I was?”

“You’re deflecting. So it’s true?”

You rolled your eyes. “Pen. I said that it was Reid’s fault I was drunk last night. But that’s where that ends. One of his papers just got nominated for some award and we went out to a bar to celebrate. I’m a good friend. And then, somehow, I had a bunch to drink, which caused me to flirt with some guy, and then take him home and uh….he went a little crazy with the whole hickey thing so…” You raised your eyebrows. “Can I give you any more information to give to Derek or is that enough.”

“Hm.” Garcia's lips twisted slightly as she looked you up and down, trying to decide if you were telling the truth.

“Garcia I love you but can you profile me at a different time, I have a consultant call in five.”

She sighed but nodded. “This isn’t over.”

“I didn’t think it would be.” You grumbled and turned back around to your computer.

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You were able to avoid conversations with Garcia and Morgan for the rest of the day, which was nice considering you didn’t really want to talk about your sex life in the bullpen for anyone to hear.

Especially since the opposite party would be within earshot.

But that didn’t stop Garcia and Morgan from trying their damndest to get you or Reid to talk. At some point during the day, you were sure you saw Derek corner Spencer into a closet, which ended poorly since clearly he was not given the answers he wanted when you saw Spencer walk by earlier with a smug look on his face.

You decided to leave about half an hour earlier since you came in early. It worked out nicely and you were able to enjoy the walk to the subway by yourself, listening to your music and enjoying the fresh winter air.

The peace was interrupted when someone sat directly next to you causing you to look up with a pissed-off look on your face, that quickly melted into something a lot happier.

“Hey, you. I thought you were going to stay late today.” You smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. He shook his head and took your hand in his.

“I was but then getting chased around by SSA Tweedle Dee and Technical Analyst Tweedle Dum made me want to leave as soon as I could. Then I decided on it when Derek cornered me in the bathroom. Plus you left early and I’d rather spend time with you.”

Your eyes widened. “The bathroom?”

Spencer nodded and rolled his eyes.

“They’re persistent, that’s for sure.” You grumbled. 

“Well, considering how long it took them to figure out that the possibility of us being together was real, I think we’ll be okay.” He murmured, kissing your hand.

“Those two could leave no rock unturned and still find nothing but sand.” You snorted. 

Spencer laughed and squeezed your hand.

“I mean.” You sighed. “Today was a close call. Not that hiding is a bad thing or anything, like I know we’ve talked about it a lot, but still sometimes I get worried about if we’re ven doing the right thing or—“

“You’re starting to sound like me.” Spencer laughed softly, cutting you off. “But I get it. We slipped up.”

“We?!?! Excuse you. I think you mean you slipped up. You went a little crazy on the neck there Spencer.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I could slap that stupid grin off of your face Doctor Reid.” 

The two of you looked like two good friends, maybe something more if an eagle-eyed observer was searching for it, but nothing more. It was a science the two of you had perfected in case you were spotted together by someone from the team, or really anyone that was willing to snitch to them. 

“I don’t think we’ll be able to cover for much longer though. If Derek suddenly remembers how good he is at his job then we’re fucked.”

“Royally.” You agreed and rested your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sat like that for the rest of the ride, only moving to get off at your station.

You and Spencer took your time walking home, even though it was cold out. The sun was shining, which was rare enough as it was, which made you feel a bit better. Eventually, you made it back to your shared apartment where Spencer put in the code to get you both into the building.

You and Spencer were a minimal PDA couple, not because your relationship wasn’t very well known, but because neither of you felt the need to be overtly touchy with one another.

But today, with the sun, and the enjoyment of the fact that Spencer was home earlier than promised got to you. And before you entered, you kissed him softly on the lips, enjoying the feeling.

This was your fatal mistake since at that exact moment, one Emily Prentiss drove by and saw the whole thing. 

[apomaro-mellow]

The Road to You 1/? Read on AO3

Another one from the steddie fic adoption community!

A lot of things happen after beating the Upside Down for good. Somehow the most surprising part of it all for Steve is becoming Eddie's roadie.

“They’re singing about infidelity, Stevennnn.”

“Play the tape again and actually listen to it. They’re singing about how they’re not gonna cheat.”

Eddie was laid up in a hospital bed. The stereo was seated on the table next him and Steve in the chair next to the bed. Robin was in a chair at the far end, her feet propped up onto the edge of the bed. All three of them were eating jello.

“They said they’d marry this chick if they were free. What d’you make of that?”

“IF they were free. IF”, Steve said, finger wagging to make his point. “They wanna marry Girl #1 but they’re gonna stay loyal to Girl #2, their wife.”

“See, it’s the fact you think this hussy they’re singing to is Girl #1. Why isn’t Girl #1 the wife? Pretty reductive if you ask me, wouldn’t you agree, Bucks?”

Robin snorted. “You just called one of them a hussy, so I’d find that pretty reductive. If we really wanna get into it, let’s talk about the women in this song. One’s living in a loveless marriage and the other’s got this guy pining after her, basically telling her, he’d leave his wife for her.”

“It’s Bay City Rollers, you guys. It’s not supposed to be a sad song”, Steve said.

“Copacabana is an upbeat song and it’s the saddest story I’ve ever heard”, Robin said while Eddie nodded in agreement.

Steve threw his hands up and his eyes went to the sky. “What’s sad about Copacabana? You literally can’t sing it without dancing.”

“Steeeve Harrington dancing to Barry Manilow? This I gotta see”, Eddie said, searching through the tapes that were sitting by his legs. 

“Don’t have the tape, but apparently Steve knows all the words”, Robin grinned.

“Don’t challenge me with a good time Robin”, Steve said. “It’s about a club in Havana.”

“It’s about what happens IN that club. Go ahead”, Robin urged. “Start from the part about Rico.”

Steve hummed the tune, starting from the first chorus. “~His name was Rico~He wore a diamond~” He mumbled through more of it, shimmying a little in his chair as he went through the song. “Hm~hm~called her over~But Rico went a bit to far~Tony sailed across the bar…holy shit.”

“You get it yet?”, Eddie grinned.

“Tony got shot!”

“That’s not something you’d like to hear in a hospital”, Dr. Hudson said. She came to the empty side of Eddie’s bed.

Eddie might’ve thought twice about letting himself be bat bait if he knew how much recovery he’d need. He’d still do it, but he’d at least give it a second thought. Doing so meant two weeks in a coma, extensive surgery and another two weeks basically strapped to a bed after that. And of course, in all that time, he was banned from eating all the things that made him happy. All his nutrients were from a tube. Today was the first time they let him eat anything solid in a whole month.

Steve and Robin got out of the way for his check up. They weren’t expecting much of a change. Eddie was healing, but it would be slow. Steve still had to change his bandages. He could go longer without a change than he needed weeks ago, but still, his sides were fragile. Every time he visited Eddie, he was shown how much worse it could have been had he and the others not arrived in time to save him.

Life had gone back to a weird sort of normal for Hawkins after beating Vecna. An earthquake explained away everything but people still left and there were plenty who still stayed in shelters, having been displaced from their homes. School held out for the rest of April, but it was decided that since the senior graduation was set for May, they may as well let out the schools then, just to have more space for the people living in the gym of Hawkins High. Doing this would also open up the middle school for shelter space too.

No one had brought up graduation around Eddie. Steve and Robin talked about it a lot, mostly to help her work through what she was going to do after. She’d been accepted to three colleges. But fall seemed so far away and she couldn’t imagine leaving Hawkins right now. Especially when Steve himself didn’t seem to have any plans.

Family Video had been miraculously spared from the damage. They’d quit in unison anyway. It all just seemed so trivial in the aftermath. Robin had asked what Steve was going to do once she went off to college. He’d given her a joke of an answer but she knew how to read between the lines. She knew he had no plans beyond what he did each day. And that worried her. Made her feel like if she left, he’d fall apart.

Sometimes it felt like the two of them against the world. If that was true, maybe he wouldn’t be opposed to following her to college? The idea seemed novel, almost romantic, and it would definitely give people the wrong idea but she didn’t care.

----------------------

After dropping Robin off, Steve got to his house. He could hear his mother’s heels clicking on the wooden floors and her berating someone before he even opened the door. He sighed before opening it just in time to see her slam the phone back onto the hook.

“Unbelievable!”, she said to herself, hands on her hips before she realized Steve was home. Then she turned the conversation towards him. “Well we can’t sell the house. The market is in shambles.”

“The inspector said our house is fine though, right?”, Steve asked.

“No one will buy a house in a town of murders! That Munson boy has ruined what little dignity Hawkins had.” She shook her head. “We’ve always been too good for this town and now we can’t leave.”

“What about the cabin?”

“Steven, that’s a vacation home. It’s not meant to be a permanent residence.” She sighed just as Steve’s father came downstairs, loosening his tie.

“Sounds like bad news from the realtor.”

“I’m not taking that price. I’ll burn this house down with all of us in it before I take that insult!”, his mother shouted, walking off and into the living room. His dad followed, already starting to soothe her.

Steve headed straight to the kitchen. Jello could only satisfy one so much. He could hear his parents talking, but not make out the words. He stopped mentioning how lucky they were to still have their house, to be alive, and that Eddie wasn’t responsible for any of this. His parents didn’t care about any of that. He made two quick sandwiches, grabbed a bag of chips and a soda and disappeared into his room, lest his father ask about his job prospects again.

Standing behind a counter again didn’t sound appealing. And he knew his dad was getting to the point where he might just give him a job, but standing behind a desk wasn’t what he wanted either. Steve didn’t know what he wanted. He knew what he liked. He knew what made him happy. Somehow, talking to Eddie almost everyday became one of those things. But no one was paying him to talk to his friends.

But for now, spring would be turning into summer soon. Steve could focus on that, Eddie’s recovery, Robin’s college prep, and helping turn the freshies into sophomores. The Upside Down was gone, all the monsters were dead and all his friends were alive. Life couldn’t throw anymore curveballs his way. Right?

Part 2

[anime-in-new-albion]

Donut Queen ~ Ruggie Bucchi

Summary: You’re visiting Ruggie’s hometown on holiday. You’re excited to meet his grandmother and the people he grew up with. Somehow, you get roped into making doughnut for everyone?

Pairing: Ruggie Bucchi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1641

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, even though Ruggie couldn’t stop snickering at you. It wasn’t everyday that your boyfriend took you back to his hometown. Any chance you could go to the Sunset Savanna, you jumped on the opportunity.

“Are you going to stare with your mouth open like a carp the whole time?” He giggled.

“I can’t help it! The Savanna is so beautiful! I wish I could stay here forever.” You heaved a lovesick sigh.

He shook his head, his fingers brushing yours. “You’re so silly. It’s not like you’re never going to see this place again. Besides, you’re visiting for the whole summer and the break just started! We’ve got time to enjoy everything the Savanna has to offer.”

Your smile grew impossibly wide. “You’re right! And you get to show me everything, and I mean everything!”

Ruggie laughed. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’ll be a better tour guide than Leona.”

“Sounds good.” You pecked his cheek. “But first, you promised I’d get to meet you grandma. I want to meet her first.”

He seemed to pause for only a millisecond. “Ah, yeah, you’re right. We’ll go there first.”

With your ever present bright smile, you tugged your boyfriend along as you made your way into his home village. It was small, but charming. It also gave you a pang of homesickness, but you didn’t dwell on those thoughts. You were more concerned about meeting your boyfriend’s grandmother for the first time. Whenever you managed to get him to talk about her, he spoke fondly of how she took care of him and all the other children in the village. You were determined to meet the wonderful woman who shaped the amazing guy you were absolutely in love with.

When you reached his house, he stopped you. Scratching the back of his head, he took the chance to explain, “Hey, just so you know, my grandmother, she can be a bit much sometimes. So if she’s a bit demanding or rude, that’s just who she is. She’s old-school, you know? So just, be prepared.”

You squeezed his hand, ignoring his blush for the sake of his pride. “Ruggie, I’m sure she’s just fine.”

Before he could protest, you knocked on the door. When the door opened to reveal his grandmother, she lit up. Pulling your both into a hug, she squeezed you tight.

“Ruggie! You’re here! And you brought your girlfriend! Oh, and she’s absolutely lovely! I can see why you fell in love with her.”

While you laughed, he groaned in annoyance. “Grandma, please-”

“Oh, hush!” Pulling you closer, she gave you a once over. “Let me get a good look at you. Yes, yes, you’re perfect for my Ruggie. Now come in! Come in! Tell me all about school and how you two started dating.”

“Grandma!” Ruggie barked out, his cheeks a deep shade of red. You still continued to laugh. At least you got her seal of approval. You could breathe a little easier now.

The three of you talked for hours over watery tea and biscuits. You had to admit, his grandmother was a phenomenal baker. When you mentioned this to her, she thanked you and told you she would give you the recipe so you could make them yourself. Of course this led to a discussion all about baking. And since Ruggie knew more about eating pastries than making them, he kept quiet and watched with both relief and joy to see his two favorite people getting along so well.

As he was about to make some more tea, there was a knock at the door. Upon answering it, he saw a couple of the neighborhood kids. He smiled, crouching down so he was eye level with them.

“Hey guys. How can I help you today?”

The boldest of the three took a step forward. “We saw there was an outsider in town. We’re here to check it out.”

Ruggie laughed as you walked up behind him. “Looks like the whole town knows you’re here. Y/n, meet Ayden, Isaac, and Yesenia.”

You nodded and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you three. Thank you for stopping by. I promise I’m not here to cause any trouble.”

Ayden crossed his arms over his chest. “See that you don’t. We’ve got enough problems here already.”

Yesenia tugged on his sleeve, a small pout on her lips. “Ayden, hush. Mama said not to talk about stuff like that.”

You winced a little. “Ah, well, is there anything I can do to prove I’m here as a friend?”

“Can you cook?” Isaac asked.

“Of course I can! What would you like me to make?”

The three children glanced at each other before coming to a consensus.

“Doughnuts!”

You laughed, ruffling Ruggie’s hair. “I see where you get it from.”

Swatting your hand away, he whined. “Oh c’mon!”

Shaking your head, you slipped back into the kitchen. “Grandma Bucchi, do you mind if I make doughnuts for some of the kids in town?”

She grinned. “Why, of course! Help yourself! I can even go get more ingredients if you need it. I will tell you, these kids have bottomless stomachs, just like Ruggie. One won’t be enough to satisfy them.”

You nodded. “Of course. I’ll do the best I can.”

After that, you got to work. It’s been a while since you last baked. But the process was just like riding a bicycle. It didn’t take too long for you to get back into the swing of things. Before too long, you had made a few dozen doughnuts for the kids to try.

With the goodies on a tray, you went back into the living room, where Ruggie and the kids were roughhousing. Smiling, you set the tray down on the coffee table. All four of them scrambled over, practically drooling. 

“Alright. Tell me how I did.”

All it took was one bite and they were in love. The doughnuts were gone in no time and they were begging for more. You simply patted them on the head and promised you would do your best.

As you started to head back to the kitchen, Yeseniya tugged at your shirt.

“You should go to the community center. They have a bigger kitchen and more supplies so you can make even more doughnuts!”

Almost choking on nothing, you blinked owlishly at her. You didn’t think your doughnuts were that good! But her pleading eyes were making you melt. Besides, you were making these kids’ day by making them doughnuts. Who were you to deny them?

“Oh, I don’t know. We’ll have to see if it’s okay-”

“It’ll be more than okay.” Ruggie’s grandmother interjected. “We have people who come in to cook for those who can’t afford it all the time. Besides, the center is always open and fully stocked for whoever needs to use it. Money is hard to come by in these parts, so we’re always lending a helping hand to those who need it.”

A pang of empathy hit your heart as you thought about what she had to say. Well, if it was for a good cause, you had to do it now! So with a smile, you nodded.

“I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” The kids started tugging at you, dragging you to the community center. Ruggie just laughed and followed along.

Before too long you were cooking up a storm in the community center. Ruggie was acting as your faithful assistant, plating the warm doughnuts and setting them out for people to take. The three kids had raced around the town, telling people that there were free doughnuts at the community center. Ruggie’s grandmother was helping you keep up with all the hungry people. You had it all down to a system, making sure everyone got more than they needed.

While this wasn’t what you had in mind when you came to the Sunset Savana for holiday break with Ruggie, you were happy with how it turned out. It makes you feel good to help others and put a smile on people’s faces. You were swapping stories of home with Ruggie’s grandmother, and learning all of his embarrassing stories from when he was a little kid. It felt like you really had joined the Bucchi family and become a part of his home.

Little did you know that Ruggie was so happy he brought you home. Seeing you get along with his grandmother and his hometown made him swell with pride and love. He didn’t believe it was possible to fall in love with you more than he already was. Yet here he was, falling in love with you all over again. You were absolutely perfect, not just for him, but for his family as well. It was then that he made a vow to himself that he would never let you.

By the time the last plate of doughnuts were taken, the sun was setting on the horizon. You and his grandmother were out of breath, practically collapsed on kitchen chairs. He smiled tenderly at the sweet scene before him.

“Don’t worry about dinner tonight. I’ll take care of it. It’s the least I could do for all your hard work today.” He said.

You smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you Ruggie, that would be wonderful.”

“Think you can help your old granny home?” His grandmother asked with a breathy chuckle. “These old bones ain’t what they used to be.”

He chuckled. “Of course. Then you can tell me what you want to eat tonight.”

“Not doughnuts, that’s for sure.” She muttered as Ruggie helped her onto his back.

As the three of you walked back to his grandmother’s house, he smiled while listening to his grandmother go on and on about what she wanted to eat, your hand in his.

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ tangled up in blue ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @/iketnos (twt) ˚₊ ⊹

ft. elira pendora, ike eveland x f! reader — lazulight/luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ elira & ike give their biggest fan the experience of a lifetime after an accidental encounter┊2k words

contains: smut!! dom elira (w drock), ike & sub reader┊idol elira & ike, naive reader who is thrown straight into the plot & wears a skirt, fingering, unprotected piv & blowjobs, dirty talk, getting walked in on & implied foursome with vox

➤ author's note: my very first fic trade... it's such an honor

you could swear on your life that it was a complete accident all you want, but you know that nothing would be a believable explanation of why you were backstage when you shouldn’t be that wasn’t you being a creepy stalker. the two of them looked less than understanding with frowns (maybe even scowls) indicating that they weren’t in a considerate mood when you nervously sputtered that you were following someone who looked like your friend, so focused on tracking them down that you somehow didn’t manage to read all of the signs clearly reading “staff only.” oh, this really was the worst case scenario to meet your idols in, unable to tell them how much you admire them and asking for a picture like a normal fan would, instead insisting on removing yourself from their sight before they call security to do it.

they glanced at each other for a second then smirked as if they read each other’s mind and had agreed on something without needing to speak. “no, don’t worry about it, we understand.” elira’s sudden dazzling smile that exactly resembled the ones you’ve seen in posters caught you off guard, making blood rush to your face and making you feel hot. “so… if this your first wingwriters concert?”

“oh, i’ve actually attended every concert you’ve ever held in this country! it’s just— well, it’s such an honor to meet you guys in person! your performance today was one of my favorites, well, all of them are my favorites really,” you quickly found yourself rambling your admiration to them, telling them about how you bought every single piece of available merchandise that you could get your hands on and how you were in the top point five percent of their listeners on spotify. you weren’t quite sure why they suddenly decided to start a conversation with you, but you certainly weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to tell them how much you admired them. neither of them listened to the details since it was the same old words that they heard from everyone, however, their attention was focused on the rather cute fan who was spilling her heart out about how much she loved them.

elira cut you off mid-sentence, wrapping her arm around you and letting ike lead the both of you somewhere, “that’s so flattering coming from you!” you weren’t sure if her words were genuine or if she was trying to shut you up to steer the conversation elsewhere, now acting friendly like you were already acquainted (not that you minded or anything because, well, the elira pandora had her arm slung over your shoulder and her perfume smelled so good—). “so sorry about us being so rude earlier, by the way, we just some bad news about the next concert.”

you now realize that they were taking you to a trailer, one that was a bit further away from all of the commotion of wrapping up the event. were you allowed to be this deep in an area where outsiders were forbidden? two of the three band members brought you here and didn’t mention the possibility of getting in trouble, so it must be fine, right?

the inside layout was standard, yet it was colorful with a gleaming white and sparkling blue and full of posters of the wingwriters trio covering the walls. they set you down on a little bed and elira got you a drink from the mini-fridge while ike joined. you really tried to follow everything that she was talking about, but she got off-topic a lot and constantly skipped around in her stories— again, not that you minded because your idol who was the prettiest woman you’ve ever been blessed with living in the same timeline as was talking to you like you were a best friend. you were on cloud nine and all giddy inside, practically having hearts floating above your head like a lovesick puppy and holding the can of soda in your hands like it was something worth treasuring instead of consuming it.

seeing how completely unassuming and how smitten you were, she took this opportunity to lean forward and place a little peck on your lips. it was innocent and experimental, to test the waters and see your reaction so that she could estimate how far you’d let her go. she chuckled at your stunned expression and spoke first, “you’re really cute, you know that? what do you think, ike?”

the man who was silent and hidden this entire time made his presence known by sitting behind you, gently caressing your thigh before whispering in your ear, “she’s just adorable.”

they could see you melting in between them like ice cream in the hot summer sun from the attention, speechless from the flirtatious advances. you didn’t resist in any capacity so she kissed you again, more deeply this time while tenderly holding your face in her palm. you gasped as he bit the shell of your ear and began trailing his hand under your skirt, making you shiver under his touch. you weren’t sure how many rules you must have broken within the past ten minutes and the possible repercussions that could happen if you got caught.

although, this is the opportunity of a lifetime! sneaking around with your idol like this was something most could only dream of since it’s only a plot conceivable in fiction, but you were living it out right now with not one, but two of them! you would be stupid to pass this up and reject them! you indulged in their inappropriate behavior instead, reaching out to hold her face in your hands and kissing her back with a bit of tongue while leaning back into him. it took some confidence that you didn’t know you had in you when you were too nervous to even look them in a eyes a few minutes before, but they seemed more than pleased with your reciprocation and took it as unspoken permission to escalate it further.

elira chuckled at your little display of dominance that wasn’t going to last for much longer, quickly hiking up your skirt and hooking a finger around your underwear to pull it down. “god, you’re wet so wet already,” she marveled, looking at the wet patch on the fabric and sticking it in her back pocket as a souvenir. “such a short little skirt that barely even covers your ass, you were probably hoping for something like this to happen, weren’t you?” you didn’t even get to respond, getting cut off by a gasp as she gently rubbed at your clit and pressed in one finger followed by another. she made slow scissoring motions to stretch you out and licked her lips, eagerly prepping you to be able to take her with ease and pushing you over on your back so that she could fuck you properly.

your eyes rolled back to meet with ike’s length already waiting for you, fully erect and nearly dripping with anticipation. obediently, you opened your mouth and let him slip the tip between your lips like it was the only thing you were good for. he tasted bitter due to the poor diet of energy drinks you so often heard of, but it didn’t matter to you since you were being granted the honor to suck him off. he groaned as you ran your tongue along his shaft, sloppy sounds of slurping and his mewls being mixed into a beautiful melody of sin.

you were unable to focus on both of them at once and they had you torn, capturing your attention by doing some action they have yet to do and essentially playing ping-pong with it. feeling elira impatiently reveal her cock from her tight white shorts and sinking it into your warm so quickly make you choke around him, sending vibrations throughout his core and making him grip onto any piece of you he could get his hands on even harder.

her pacing was relentless, pumping in and out of you like you were a mere fleshlight. maybe you were in the moment, a toy just to get them off for the moment instead of a living and breathing fan, but you would be lying if the thought of being used by them so callously didn’t get you excited. you felt completely stuffed and her light blue cock hit your sweet spot so perfectly that it had you seeing stars, tearing up at the sensation while her nails dug into your thighs for her to keep her balance.

with every thrust that pushed you back into the mattress and had your tits bouncing under your top, you choked a little bit more on ike’s cock. you could barely see his crooked glasses that were on the verge of slipping off and felt yourself getting a little lightheaded from the awkward angle. nevertheless, you persisted in your goal to make him cum down your throat, lips slick with bodily fluids as he bucked his hips deeper and hit the back of your throat, “god, how are you able to do this so effortlessly? you must have so much experience sucking dick to get whatever you want, don’t you?” it nearly made him blush at the thought as if whatever he was doing wasn’t worse.

you could only whine in response since you were fully occupied, the only noises coming from you were squelching and gagging from both of your holes getting filled like a common whore. nice, quiet, and compliant, just how they like to fuck their cute little fans like you. it’s truly unfortunate that such an experience can’t be told to others, but it must be kept a secret if they are to continue such activities! they can’t have a scandal breaking out that the wingwriters have a bad habit of bringing unknowing fans who would give them the world backstage and adding their panties to an evergrowing collection, now can they?

“mhm, fuck… i’m close,” he mewled with the soft and gentle voice that you knew held so much power from his metal songs, the type of voice people would listen to as a guilty pleasure. you really wished that you could savor his words properly before you sputtered on the thick ropes of white he shot down your throat without warning, his hand holding your head in place so that you could take every drop of it without wasting and not letting go until you swallowed it all like a good girl.

elira took a bit longer to tap out than he did, absolutely animalistic and flipping you over onto your stomach at some point to rail you even harder. she was feral and had no problem making you scream so loud that everyone else at the concert venue would be able to know that she was the reason behind the noise. ike simply watched the rest of the show amused by it all, even having the kindness of holding your hand when her stamina finally ran out and she painted your insides with her seed before collapsing on top of you.

“what the hell are you two up to? our manager is up my ass about—” vox akuma burst through the door yelling about something of them getting in trouble with perfect comedic timing, stopping in his tracks once he saw the hot and sweaty entanglement of limbs from his fellow band members fucking the brains out of who he could only assume was a fan. he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, holding the position for a few seconds to think it through yet unable to ignore the stir of lust growing within him. have they really done this again? without him? all it took was a look of bedroom eyes from you realizing he was there for him to shut the door and approach the three of you, “fuck, i guess he can wait for a couple more minutes— move over for me.”

[luffsdolly]

candied fruits

otherwise known as tanghulu ೀ⋆｡🌷 part one

pairing: non-mc x frat!caleb x nerd!zayne [uni au]

a/n: this will be a slowww burn so,, be prepared! anyways, featuring my two favourite LIs (՞_ ̫ _՞)ᐝ ​​​ i know the pairing sounds veryyy stereotypical but trust me it may be cliche but personally i love a good collage au,, hopefully i’ll make this one good enough! as always i loveee getting requests/inbox messages so just yk, interact with me! i’m an attention whore!! anyways enjoy xx

### Tanghulu Steps

1. Prep Fruit: Wash apples and pears. Cut and a kewer them.

2. Make Syrup: Boil 1 cup sugar and 1/2 cup water until golden.

3. Dip Skewers: Coat fruit skewers in syrup.

4. Cool: Let them harden on parchment paper.

you sigh at the ‘recipe’ tara just sent her, it’s really not like you don’t know how to make tanghulu, it’s just, it’s annoying, and unnecessary; why coat fruits in sugar when you can just eat them? it only makes the fruits unhealthy.

“come on! it’s fun, and it sweetens the fruit” tara beams, already shoving the apples and pears that has been neglected in the fridge for too long, into the bowl of water, apparently she’s washing them.

“tara i love you but, we can just give out these fruits to our other dorm mates, we don’t have to finish them ourselves”

“but all of us got a fruit basket when we got here, im sure no one needs more” tara takes the fruits out, pouring the water into the sink, “but we can give out tanghulu, im sure we’ll make more friends through that!”

the smile on tara’s face convinces you to start measuring out sugar and pouring it into a pot, accurately adding in exactly 1/2 cups of water,

“oh gosh this isn’t titration! there’s no need to be so exact” tara giggles,

“don’t cut your hand dummy” you shake your head, mirroring her laugh. hopefully the sugar won’t burn.

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as the sugar coating cools down, you’re finally assured that somehow, there were no accidents during the process-

until an alarm goes off

“what the hells that for?” alarmed by the alarm, you check the fire, it’s off, so what’s that?

“crap!” fear or shock or helplessness, plasters over tara’s face, “welcoming party! we forgot!”

letting out a relieved sigh you’re almost ready to bite off tara’s head for scaring you again “it’s literally not until next week—”

“yea and they changed it!

“you weren’t here when they informed us dorm by dorm, im so sorry! but— i set that alarm to prevent us forgetting!! we still have, i think, two hours to prep!!”

two hours is enough, for thank god tara had set that alarm. immediately abandoning the tanghulu that you two rendered and are now cooling in the fridge, hastily the dorm becomes a dressing room.

you’re lying if you say you don’t want to make a good first impression, afterall this is collage, and poor girl has been in an all-girls catholic highschool, no way in hell are you passing an opportunity to dress to impress, and you liked pampering up anyways.

two hours passes by real quick, you wish lecture time will pass by this quick, and before you know it, without your better judgment, you’re dressed nicely in the activity room with tara, who’s carrying damned tanghulu with her, insisting that people will like it and the fridge apparently is not connected yet, and you simply cannot let the sugar melt right?

yea but you feel like an idiot

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“hi girls! you’ve brought … candied fruit? is it?” some guy who looks slightly less socially awkward takes the tray from tara’s hands, “i assume they’re for the party?”

to which you just politely nod and let tara talk, she rambles a bit but that’s part of her charm, you just smile, silently waiting for the guy to introduce himself so you get to too

“oh right, dorm fridges suck,” the guy laughs “i’m gideon by the way, im in year two and im responsible for today’s welcoming party, thank you two for making these” he does a gang sign? or whatever that hand gesture was, before he just walks away, before you even get to say something, well guess he’s a busy man afterall.

“it’s mostly year ones here” you look over the crowd, and you think it’s quite easy to spot who’s from what year, judging by how the people dress. seniors don’t seem to put in as much effort.

“yea fair enough, it’s a welcoming party afterall,” tara shrugs a bit, then smiles and nudges your arm lightly “gideon was cute wasn’t he? i hope he remembers me”

“yea totally, he’s probably gonna … give you the code name tanghulu girl” you chuckle, tapping her nose affectionately, seriously this girl fantasies over anyone

“oh that’s a great code name, i love it” tara’s already in her little own world, it’d be cruel to crush her dreams that gideon is… very much talking to everyone who’s bringing food, from your five seconds observation.

“let’s … walk around, i’m kind of hungry” you drag tara across the crowd of year ones, making your way to the food and beverage area, silently judging why gideon, or anyone, would think that allowing alcohol in a university party with people barely of legal age, is a good idea.

picking up a cute looking piece of cookie, barely appreciating the patterns on it, you take a bite, “holy shit it tastes ass” you shoot a disgusted look at which tara giggles, not really noticing the girl glaring at you from not-so-far-away, until the girls friend take a cookie and compliments how the girl made it really good.

yea no you’re not going to stay near someone whose food you just shitted on, “right tara gimme a sec i’m just gonna walk around..” shoving through the crowd and making your way to a more isolated area, gosh crowded places really isn’t your thing.

a familiar guy stands by the edge of the bar-looking station, there’s where least people crowded around.

he calls your name, making you shoot you head up to meet his gaze, for a moment, just a brief moment, you can’t make out his name.

“zayne?”

it’s been far too long since you last saw him, it was at least ten years ago before zayne moved away from linkon with his family, it’s a pleasant surprise that he goes to the same uni as you

“i thought you were a smartass, how’s you end up in the same collage as me?” walking up to him, you lean against the wall beside him

“i’d say this is a pretty good uni, the best one in skyhaven, actually,” he answers in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone, you quick up an eyebrow, did you accidentally offend him or is he just built like that?

“yea i know, i was just joking y’know”

“well i never thought i was smarter than you, maybe that’s why i didn’t get the joke”

awkward silence, are you supposed to thank him or, laugh? what reaction did he expect.

“well i’m happy you’re right, now we’re in the same uni, or else, i might just never have the chance to see you again” and that’s true, you didn’t really had the opportunity to leave a contact method back then, just kids with home telephone numbers that you didn’t remember.

“me too, it’s a pleasant surprise.”

you smile, appreciating the pleasant silence opposing to the noisy crowd. you look over the crowd, seeing tara laughing with … gideon, wonderful, you dont have to go back to keep her company then.

“that’s your friend?” zayne looks towards the direction your gaze lingered seconds ago, “the one who’s short haired and… short?”

“oh boy don’t let her hear that” you laugh, but you can’t blame zayne, tara has her back facing you two, “but yea, she’s my best friend”

“nice, my best friend also goes here”

“oh is he here?” you notice how you assumed it’s a he immediately after you said it, but you’re right anyways so it’s fine.

“he’s a year two, so he’s not here”

“ohh, fair enough, how do you know him then?”

“we’re neighbours” zayne straightens his posture “let’s grab a drink?”

yea it’s a great idea to include drinks at a party like this

“sure”

ೀ⋆｡🌷by @luffsdolly, do not copy/translate without credits or consent

omgggg it’s kind of ass but i promise it’ll be better when the plot starts to plot (trust), i hope you somehow liked it anyway 🥲🥲

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luffie

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warning- drinking? None i can't think of.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

You've been staying in your bestfriends apartment for 2 days now, you've just had more time to think about what will become of your life, you didn't get as many texts from James as you thought when you went to bed around 11PM but oh lord when you woke up it wouldn't stop going off, in all truth your phone died and you fell asleep with it on charge.

"Omg, would you turn that off.. It's 6:30, i love you, but not that much.." your friend groaned as she walked over to your phone to turn it off seeing you still in your make shift bed, you were about to get up and go get coffee but a 'huh' your friend made caught your attention.

"What? If it's something stupid, imma smack you so hard.." You look at your now bright screen to see unread texts coming through from an unknown caller, you picked it up and started reading some, with her reading over your shoulder, your were confused at first because you didn't know who it was but when finding out who thought it would be an amazing idea to text you at an ungodly time, but you soon figured it out, it was james.

You were annoyed at not only did he get home at 1am close to 2 so you would have been there for hours on your own but because he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

Rolling your eyes you went on with your life, making and drink a cup of coffee then getting ready to attend a fashion show, you weren't walking but you were invited with front row seats and couldn't pass it up, and there was have after party which you managed to get your friend into aswell somehow, so a minimum of 6 hours away from James and all the stress in the world.

"I wonder if theres cute guys there? I hope so. Ugh, after me and Josh broke up, I've been so lonely.. in bed, of course, i dont want commitment!" You watch as your best friend since college, Chloe, yapped about boys while realising for the 4th time today what's going to change when you marry James, "have you seen Joshs new girlfriend, I think we went to high school with her.. shes nice..." As she continues to gossip while doing makeup, you zone out and think about your life until she claps, getting your attention once again, "you know what?! I'm happy for Josh. I'm happy being single. He's happy being non single." She smiled at you."You should be happy you're marrying one of the most richest and most powerful men in America, probably the world, maybe.." You just nod and smile at her. You don't know if you are smiling because she's smiling or if what she said was correct, you're sure you'll find out.

While driving to the fashion show, the topic of James was brought up, "if I were marrying him, I'd be in his bed so fast," Chloe stated for the 38th time. "Is it true? The rumours about his arm, that's is.. no doubt the rumours about his dick aren't false -" You zone out from your friends rant about James when your phone screen lit up from a text... his text.. one after the other..

You zoned back in to hear chloe talking about Zeon. In all fairness, you didn't know who he was, but also, she hadn't spoken about him til now, or you think so? You were about to ask who he was until you see a modern building with lots of windows and a weird looking woman statue but with no curves and all straight lines and spikes, it did make you uncomfortable in an unspeakable way but you got out of the car and walked past it while looking down, you walked up to the bouncer you, showing your Ids and was let in, after the man blocking the door with a clipboard questioned chloe about if she was in the right place or not.

You were seated towards the end of the runway, which you didn't mind, but what you did mind was the constant camera flash some for the models but mostly for you.. that isn't helping you stay away from James, but you do like attention. The event was over later than you expected as some older women went on a rant about how fashion changed and how it was disturbing now or whatever.

You parked in a 24/7 parking zone and walked a little over 10 minutes for the after party that was already in full swing when you got there, heading straight towards the bar with chloe walking close behind to order a mocktail since you dont drink often but over to your left chloe was downing tequila shots like water, that wasn't surprising but what was surprising was when she ordered a cocktail and sent it your way, she knows you don't drink but looking around and seeing all the lady's glancing at you knowingly you thought this was one of the rare occasions where you will drink, and drink you did.

You knew from the start that marrying James Barnes wouldn't be easy from all his "fans" who are just girls throwing themselves on him but finding out he has a girlfriend? A whole other can of worms you didn't realise opened but the girls at this club were a new level of bitchy, like one tried spilling her red wine on you but ended up missing and it went over the lad next to you who weren't amused at all or when you were dancing with chloe and some other chick tried tripping you but you stepped over her foot unknowingly but 30 seconds later you did almost trip yourself up, but that's about the last thing you remember apart from getting more drink and getting hit on some else happening then dancing on someone or dancing on your companion.

But you do know 1 thing for certain is that you've woken up with a massive banging head ache in a warm bed, half dressed and with what you assumed someone sleeping next to you as they haven't moved, unless they're watching you sleep?

(Lol sorry i hadn't been posting i just moved, lmao, so that's taken most of my time)

TAGS: @learis @unaxv @cjand10 @pattiemac1 @coffee-winter-and-silence @scott-loki-barnes @blackhawkfanatic

[gimme1margarita]

Cruise Room Mix-up

John Price x Reader

Summary: Forced to take leave after a mentally taxing deployment, Laswell signs John Price up for a cruise...accidentally getting put in your room amid your family vacation. Both of you too stubborn for your own good, things quickly descend into chaos. Part 1 Notes: bit of an age gap (reader is late 20s, Price is late 30s), sassy Price? (tired Price tbh), annoyance to lovers, eventual smut ofc, pure shenanigans to follow. Somehow got this idea when looking at this delicious artwork of ghost & soap by @bitterrfruit

Your options were terribly slim; stay with you parents (who were treating this cruise like their honeymoon so…god no), stay with your sister (who had brought her boyfriend so…ew, god no), stay with your brothers (seriously? NO), or tough it out and stay with the strange grumpy man you’d never seen before.

Even with all the reasons why they did not, you still wished your family had offered up some space for you instead of forcing you down to reception to sort it out yourself.

Sure, you’re an adult now, late twenties at that, but still, where was the fucking love guys?

The cruise receptionist was getting more and more flustered the longer you talked to him, “okay, wait, one more time; You don’t know each other and you’ve been put in the same room? It’s a single room, right? Not with two beds—”

“Yes—no, we do not know each other! It’s a single room with a queen bed for one adult, which would be me,” you repeated yourself yet again, every word slipping between your teeth with a little less patience. “I’m not staying in a room with some man I don’t know for three weeks. Isn’t there one last room somewhere?”

Instead of answering, the expression alone on the receptionists face managed to summon his supervisor. “Hello, I’m Fiona, how can I help you two today?”

She was tall, her blonde hair cut in a chic bob just beneath her ears, blouse fresh and pressed and as white as her teeth. Unfortunately, you were a little too aggravated to spare the woman a compliment right now. 

“This man,” you hooked a thumb to said man hovering just behind your shoulder, “needs a new room. There’s been a mistake and he’s been given access to my room, told it was available, but my family booked our rooms months ago and—”

“Look, is there another room I can stay in or not?” The man finally stepped forward, resting a muscular, hairy forearm on the counter. He had his boarding pass, phone, and wallet all clutched in one hand, the name John Price was printed at the top of his boarding pass like your own was printed on yours. “Honestly,” he sighed, “I’d be fine to share but not with this bloody chihuahua—”

“I didn’t bring a dog on a cruise—”

He looked at you over his shoulder, tipping his sunglasses lower on his nose. His forehead creased as he raised a brow, “put two and two together sweetheart.”

You scoffed, jaw dropped, indignation burning like a flare inside your chest. The idea to smack him with your purse sounded all too tempting. “Who do you think you—”

“I am so sorry, we are fully booked out for this journey, but we are able to change the mattress on your bed frame as it will be comprised of two singles. For now you will be sleeping separately and comfortably but, unfortunately, you will have to share the—”

“Seriously?!” you leaned over the counter, not even bothering to cover your mouth as you whisper-shouted, “he could be crazy!”

In the end, you ended up walking away from the reception desk with five full day spa passes, a free pair of sunglasses, and a mini nail kit of all things. 

The man you’d been mistakenly paired with began to walk on ahead—in the direction of your room—leaving you no choice but to give chase with your duffel thudding heavily against your hip, rolling suitcase rumbling like thunder against the floor, and your flip flops slapping like applause against the soles of your feet. “Where are you—hey! We need to talk about this!”

“I’m takin’ a nap,” he said, pressing the button for the elevator. “Look,” he stepped in just as it started sliding open, shedding his sunglasses and folding them with one hand against his chest, slotting them on the collar of his worn khaki-colored t-shirt. A glimpse of chest hair poked out from his top as his sunglasses forced the collar into a V. The door started to close so you quickly joined him (as far back against the side as possible). “You can wear yourself out over this, get a hundred day passes to the spa. Or we can be adults about this and share the room. I’m not a slob, not a creep, just bloody fuckin’ tired—so if you want to keep goin’ on about this, do it inside your head, yeah?”

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, but the elevator slowed on its ascent, the doors opening to let in a large family and you were forced to the back of the elevator to join him. Jaw clenched tight, you could practically feel the smug satisfaction rolling off of him in waves—and sure enough, when you looked over, he was leaning back against the wall, a tiny upwards curve to his lips beneath his moustache. 

Scowling, you came to the conclusion that you’d simply have to beat him at his own game.

He was right, you were an adult, of course you could share a room—hell, you’d shared a room with your sister for years until you both moved out.John Price was about to get the roommate treatment of a lifetime and maybe—just maybe—it’d be enough to force him out by the morning.

Masterlist ★ Ao3 (firefighter A.U. soap & ghost x OC fics, bodyguard!ghost, Western A.U. Price...)

first /reader fic, the tense is throwng me off 😭 enjoy (I want to gnaw on this man's biceps)

[yuseirra]

On the other hand, she disappeared. The warmth of conversations repeated with my partner Easily turned into hatred in my mind.

In that moment, my consciousness surged, My head filled with an overwhelming amount Of calculations that felt like they would never end.

This is the "transformation of human tissue." Doesn't the color in those sharp, clear eyes Seem almost monstrous?

I'll draw it just like I did back then, "Like you and me."

I’ll never forgive—if there was a bright future, It was all taken away from that day onward.

As if to confirm my own existence, today, once again—

Let’s start the experiment, with a countdown. Shall we open that door, just one more time?

I've been listening to Dead and Seek as I draw this guy(check the link..why am I convinced that what's happened to him is EXACTLY like what the song's story goes. Please give that song a listen, it's very cool!!)

I watched the part where he appears and his eyes are actually REALLY LIGHT compared to what I thought it'd be?? That'd mean his eyes were originally of a bright hue, hey, could it really be that it were to be a different color before having shifted into this current lavender? IT COULD HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN GOLDEN..I can't give up on that because it works with his name you know???;; what if it really got tainted into that color?

ALSO!!!! HE IS THE GUY WHO'S BEEN MAKING THE WISH:

"I want to see you" in Mephisto!!!!!!! "I want to get closer to the only Ai" in Fatal!!! HE HAD HIMSELF THE WISH TO MEET AI AND BECOME CLOSER TO HER!!! THAT'S WHY HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT WISHES WHEN HE MET HIS CHILDREN!! HE WAS WORKING TO MAKE THAT A REALITY!!! HE MADE THAT WISH "UPON A STAR"! And that star must have somehow given him the idea that he could achieve just that if he did whatever he was doing, that's why he couldn't stop!!!

He's all like: "If life returns to you, if it reaches you I don't care what happens to me" (Mephisto)

"Without you, I cannot live anymore I would sacrifice anything for you"(Fatal)

RIGHT??? RIGHT???? WELL, THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING!! HE WANTED AI TO LIVE!! HE WANTED TO GIVE EVERYTHING HE HAD FOR HER SAKE AND THE STAR GAVE HIM FALSE HOPE!!! or maybe if he did go through with it Ai could have been brought back in a way, so that's why he was all like he can't die now or that there's something he must still do. He realized Ai loved him back so, I guess that made him even more extreme in the recent eps because it made him even more desperate, Ai did so much for him...he doesn't care about his life you know?? He was already good as being dead after she passed. I think THAT'S what's been happening regarding Kamiki. I don't think it makes sense any other way. He wanted Ai back..he thought he killed her and was overridden with guilt after it and wanted to do something to reverse it. And the way I see it, something took advantage of his feelings and caused him to grow insane and drift apart from his innate tender self.

[hellhazbinstuck]

Velvette x reader: Angel's adopted sister 1/?

Warnings: Valentino being a jackass, potential smut in the future

You parked your little black car near the V tower and made your way inside. You were always a little early picking up Angel Dust. Party because his schedule was a mess and a little bit because you loved watching Velvette work her magic.

"I should be done here in 40 minutes unless Val decides to be a dick."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

It didn't take long for you to see Velvette getting annoyed at one of her models, but she somehow always found a few minutes to talk to you.

"Ugh, do none of you know anything about posture? There are children with better posture!" She said before she saw you. "Everyone take a break. And don't fucking get anything on those dresses!"

She walked up to you and grabbed one of your hands. Dragging you out of the doorway. "Y/N, doll, you got here at the perfect time. These models are driving me crazy!" She gave you a hug, and you both sat down on the new couch she brought

"Would you ever want to be a model? You're gorgeous and way smarter than at least half of these girls." Her compliment made your face as pink as her hair. You knew she didn't say things like that often.

"I never really thought about it. Do you really think I could do a good job?" Velvette smiled at you. "Y/N, I know you can." You heard your phone vibrate.

"Val must be sick. He's actually letting me leave on time. "

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Velvette wrote something down and handed it to you. "Here, think about it and call me when you can." You smiled and took the paper. "Thanks, Velvette. I'll talk to you later. "

You took the elevator to Val's studio and found Angel Dust. "Alright, let's go back to the hotel before your shitlord boss changes his mind again." Angel already had his stuff with him, and you guys took the elevator and quickly made it to the car.

"So, did you get to see your girlfriend today?" Angel said jokingly. "She's not my girlfriend. We just...talk sometimes." Angel gave you the, "Come on, you and I both know what you think about her." Look, and you started driving to the hotel. "I just want you to be careful. Don't let your guard down around any of the Vees."

There wasn't much traffic for once, and you got to the hotel pretty fast. "Huskers!" Angel yelled, running for his grouchy boyfriend. "Hey baby, me and Nuggets missed you." Said pig ran from behind the bar to meet his dads.

You sat on the couch in the lobby for a little while, barely paying attention to some movie and adding Velvette to your contacts.

Y/N : Hey Velvette, it's Y/N. Text me when you get a chance.

A few minutes later, you decided to go to bed. Your room was a decent distance from anyone else, so nobody would hear you taking a shower.

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The next morning, you woke up to a text from Velvette.

Velvette: Hey doll. I know Angel has to work today (Valentino won't shut up), so I was wondering if you wanted to take some photos today? Some of these models are driving me crazy! - ♡

You had thought about it, and at the very least, you'd be able to keep an eye on Valentino since he never stopped bugging Velvette. And, modeling could be fun.

Y/N: Yes, I would love to. I'll be there when I drop Angel off.

Velvette: Can't wait!

After breakfast and getting ready, Angel kissed Husker goodbye, and you headed to VVV tower.

"Do you want me to go in there with you? I hate having to leave you with that rotten jiz rag." Angel Dust pulled into a hug with all four arms. "I'll be okay, sis. I'm used to him. You said you'd see each other later, and he told you to be safe.

He made it to his dressing room and sighed after closing the door. You weren't Molly, and you could never replace her. But Angel didn't know what he would do without you.

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Part two will be out soon!

[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the very lovely @rainbow-nerdss, @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @evanbegins and @daffi-990. Thank you! Can't wait for all your upcoming works!

In honor of the NFL regular season coming to an end today and the beginning of the playoffs, I'm sharing a part of a fan favorite. That's right ya'll, its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! (And I know this wayyyyy more than seven sentences, but are ya'll going to complain about extra NFL Buck?)

Eddie wasn't lying when he told Chimney he loved football. He just didn't say how much. When Chim invited the newest member of the 118 and his son to a kid friendly sports bar to watch the Rams play the Colts in Indy, he was expecting to be turned down. Hen encouraged it, "He needs friends that enjoy what he does. And I really can't listen to another rant about football stats or how Dustin Watson isn't taking the Texans to the tournament." "Deshaun Watson." Bobby corrected from the kitchen, "And its the playoffs." Hen rolls her eyes, "Whatever. You both have Sunday free and Buckley is playing, Christopher's favorite player." "How do you know the Ram's quarterback is playing, but not the name of the man who got Buckley kicked out of Texas?" Chim teased. "Denny." His friend answers simply, "You know he likes all things LA Rams." "Then why aren't you inviting Eddie and Christopher to your place to watch the game with Denny?" "Because Howard," Hen remarks a little sharply, "I'm not off Sunday and Karen has yet to meet Eddie, so it would be uncomfortable for everyone to have him in our home without me. Why are you arguing about this? You were just complaining about how Eddie and I are all buddy-buddy the other day." "You two have a lot more in common and somehow I always seem to stick my foot in my mouth whenever I talk to the guy. I freaking outed the dude!" Chimney reminds them. Bobby steps away from the stove and joins the two paramedics at the marble island, "Eddie wasn't making it easy for any of us to get to know him. Hen was just braver than most to actually approach him. Now its your turn and football is a good jumping point." Chimney opens his mouth to try objecting again, "And it will help in making up for the whole outing incident and interrogating his kid."

Cap had him there "And you'll pay." Hen demands and when Chimney arches a brow of slight disagreement she just shrugs and states, "It'll help dispel some of the notion of being his boyfriend's sugar baby and his birthday is the same week, making this an easy gift." And Hen made the kill shot. So Chimney awkwardly approached Eddie in the locker room at the end of their shift and invited him and Christopher to watch the game. He was happily surprised when Eddie said yes and brought an equally ecstatic Christopher with him without hesitation. Chim was additionally surprised with Eddie's total enrapture of the game, even more so with his undivided attention to the Ram's new quarterback, Evan Buckley. Every play the man made, Eddie was on his feet making some sort of comment. Good plays came with shouts of, "Good boy Buckley!" and "Great throw man!". Poor plays, interceptions, or missed opportunities, were met with, "Shake it off Buckley!" and "You got this Evan!" And any missed or bad calls from the refs... well Chimney knew foul language when he heard it, no matter what language. "We have a swear jar at home. It gets donated to Evan's charity at the end of the season." Christopher explains when he catches Chimney's questioning side glance after his father's latest f-bomb. Ah well, at least there's some sort of consequence to cursing in front of a child. "I have to pay up too if I say anything like my dad does, but I've never come close to his number." Chris adds on with a giggle and Chimney joins him with a low chuckle of his own. A niggle of curiosity has him asking, "And what about Buck?" The younger Diaz gives all his attention to what remains of his fries and shrugs with one shoulder, "Um... well I've never watched a game with Buck, but he does always double the jars total when we donate it." Chimney really wants to push on the whole matter of Eddie's partner of 10 years never once watching a game with the kid, but he knows interrigating Chris (again) about Buck (who is off limits unless otherwise brought up) would probably put an end to Eddie and Chim's burgeoning friendship. So he goes for a joke, "He must live with soap in his mouth if your dad is to go by." Earning a full belly laugh from the teen and Chimney counts it as a major win when Eddie glances back with bright grin.

I feel like Eddie and Chim have the whole, I'm friends with you because of a Buckley and because we work together thing. So take away the Buckley and its a bit of an awkward friendship, which I wanted to highlight and improve. Hope you all enjoyed!!!! More NFL Buck can be found here.

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[Translation] 9 R.I.P. - Kureha - Heavenly Ending After Story

Source: 9 R.I.P. Stella Set Special Bonus Booklet Note: Major Spoilers for Kureha's Heavenly End below.

9 R.I.P. - Kureha Heavenly End After Story

On a certain day, a little while after Misa had become a ghost and we had begun to live together—.

Today, as a breather, we had come out to the shopping mall in front of the train station so I could introduce her to my friend, Koyo, but-…..

For some reason, she seemed to have an interest in him.

Supposedly what she was interested in was his ability to sense spirits, but I, too, had a sense for spirits that was just as good as Koyo’s…or should have anyway. Probably. Maybe.

Hahh…..I was beginning to wonder whether letting her and Koyo meet was such a good idea after all.

‘Hey, Kureha-san. Look, over there. There’s someone staring right at us…..’

‘Hm…..?’

Misa calling out to me, when I looked towards where she was pointing-…..

—Koyo.

Speak of the devil…..no, he was exactly the person we had been looking for.

‘Let’s go, Misa. That’s Koyo. I’ll introduce you.’

‘Sure, I’ve been wanting to meet him.’

She’d been “wanting to meet him”…..

As if trying to rid shake away the murky feeling that had appeared in my chest, I waved to Koyo, beckoning him over.

‘I’ve been looking for you.’

‘That’s unusual. Don’t often see you bring anyone along with you either.’

‘Yeah, it hasn’t been that long since she became a ghost. I brought her with me today thinking I could introduce her to you since you’re a friend.’

‘Hm~m, a friend, am I.’

‘Nice to meet you. I’m Misa Isshiki. I hope we can be good friends too.’

‘Same here. That uniform…are you a Narimigahama High student?’

‘Yes, that’s right. I’m a second year student…..—’

As the two of them began a conversation, I did my best to act the composed observer but…..on the inside, I felt unsettled.

Now that I thought about it, I’d never really seen her talk with other guys before.

No, I had seen her speak with Hibiki, but this situation felt somehow different…..

—While I was fretting, the conversation between the two of them continued.

‘Koyo-san, you knew Kureha-san even before you were a ghost…..or rather, you sensed him, didn’t you?’

‘Yeah, sure did. I was a student at Narimigahama High too. I was aware of Kureha-san’s presence ever since then.’

‘That’s amazing. Ah, but…..now that I think about it, I might have sensed Kureha-san as well while I was still alive…..although it was only the once.’

‘So you’ve got the spirit sense too. Guess we’ve got something in common.’

‘Heheh- I suppose so.’

Aren’t you guys getting awfully chummy rather quickly?

Her encounter with me had been a different matter, I hadn’t expected them to get so friendly quite so soon.

‘Hey, since we’re already here, why don’t we go see a movie together, all three of us? There’s a new one they started showing just today. Ah, are you alright with horror, Misa?’

‘”M-Misa”—!?’

I’d been so taken by surprise it had ended up coming out in my voice, by the time I realised it, it was already too late.

‘…..Kureha-san, what’s wrong?’

‘Ah, it’s nothing…..I was just thinking I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go if it was a horror movie, hahaha…..’

‘Ah, I see. That’s right.’

I thought it’d been something of a strained excuse, but unexpectedly it looked as if she’d believed me.

Still, that Koyo…..I hadn’t thought he’d be calling her by her first name right from their first meeting…..And I’d even gone and made it obvious how jealous I was. Good grief.

‘Koyo, I’m sorry, but about that movie…..’

Just as I went to speak, I realised. That Koyo's eyes were mischievous as he looked at me.

Koyo clapped a hand to my shoulder and murmured in my ear.

‘…..I’m happy for you, Kureha-san.’

So speaking, he went to walk past us.

‘Let’s leave it at that for today. See you later, Misa-chan.’

—!

‘Ah, yes. Goodbye.’

‘Oh, that’s right. Kureha-san, just so you know, I’ll be coming over to make fun of you again tomorrow.’

‘Hmph-, that won’t be necessary.’

As I watched Koyo walk away, I was internally apologising to him.

If this was going to happen, I should have just told you from the beginning. About Misa being the person I love.

‘Koyo-san is a good person, isn’t he? He really gets you, Kureha-san.’

‘…..Don’t tell me you knew what he was doing all along?’

‘I guessed it when he called me “Misa-chan” just before he left. Also, what he said about “coming over to make fun of you”…..Hehe-’

‘When Koyo comes to visit tomorrow, I want to make sure I explain about you to him properly…..would that be alright? I’ll tell him how important you are to me, and that I’m deeply in love with you.’

Her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks were red as she smiled.

‘That would make me really happy. But be sure to tell him not that “you’re in love with me” but that “we’re in love with each other.”’

Now it was my turn to blush.

‘Yes, that’s right.’

The murkiness that had been in my chest having disappeared before I realised it, I now felt warm inside.

—Let’s be together this way, forever.

I took her hand and began to walk.

[silent-raven13]

Jealous Miles

Miles isn't the jealous type, or so he thought. His jealousy is mostly hidden with his awkward questions, or shy attitude. Normally he tries to bring up certain things casually which always sounds odd or just plain awkward. Somehow his jealousy isn't as extreme as his boyfriend's. No, Miles is always trying to be reasonable, calm and collective. He's not like his mom who ask many questions and starts investigating... tho his distant family members did say he's a lot like her. He never knew why.

Until today...

Gwen jumps happily: Isn't this great! We're going to see Hobie's concert.

Pav shimmies: Right! I am so hype!

Miles wearing his boyfriend's band shirt with tight skinny jeans and doc martin shoes: Ye-yeah! Do you see him? I can't find him anywhere. -he looks through the busy crowd wondering where his boyfriend is at-

Peter appears in the crowd with Mayday wearing black eyeliner and a black shirt. Mayday having on silly black and white makeup on to look like a skull: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! Had to steal a shirt... you know to be punk? Ha!

Gwen looks at Mayday: You brought Mayday with you? Peter, she's a baby!

Mayday made a scowl look: BLAH!

Peter: Don't worry we practice! See. Blah! -they did the same expression-

One random guy in his punk outfit saw the two: That's what I'm talking about! BLAH! -he throws a sign of horns with his right hand- fuck society, man and lil one!

Mayday mimics the sign: hehe!

Peter: See! We fit in just fine! -he saw Miles looking over the crowd- What's up with him?

Pav: He's looking for his bf!

Peter: Ah, he's probably in the backstage with those groupies -casually saying-

Miles' eyes widen: Groupies!

Gwen: You know, bandmates always got a few sneaky links or sides. Sometimes fangirls wanting to sleep with their favorite band. -She saw Miles staring at her almost in shock- Not that Hobie will ever do that! You know he's faithful to you!

Pav: Yeah, you two are in a serious relationship!

Miles: We never said that! We just started to date and casually call each other boyfriend. -Something in him began bubbling, like a wave of anger and need-

Gwen: Ohh... Well, Hobie would never do that! You two are-

Some girls came walking pass them with their boobs out having pasties and there was black markers written names on it. One of them being Hobie's name. Peter quickly cover Mayday, who removes his hand to see: Boobies!

Peter: Hey, don't tell your mom! -he tries not to look at the women-

Gwen made a grimacing expression: Um... he's a star so he-

Another girl came by talking to her other friend: I can't believe your ex let you touch his hair! -they saw the blond girl with Hobie's name tattoo on her lower back.-

The other girl giggles: I know! He's so cute. I should've kissed him!

Pav: Ex! See, they are not together! -He frowns seeing a dark look on Miles' face. Something they never saw-

Another guy came almost similar to Miles' height holding Hobie's vest with his guy friend: Hahaha, Hobie is a fucking arse, isn't he?

The guy puts on Hobie's vest: Hahaha, well I got his jacket now!

Peter: Man, it's not looking too good for Hobie, huh Miles? Miles? -they saw him walking to the direction those groups came from-

Mayday: Ah shit!

Peter gasps: Mayday where did you learn that?

Gwen: Come on, let's go before something bad happens!

Pav: Awe, man. I fixed my hair today. Now we gotta tussle?

Miles slid his way through the crowd, at the end he saw a group of people surrounding bands that were about to play for tonight. One of them was Hobie's band. The young Spiderman looks at a crowd of women touching Hobie's arms, hair and face which tick him off. Jealousy bubbling into his stomach that left a nasty taste in his mouth.

Hobie standing trying to endure the fans: Okay. okay, stop touching my hair! I told you many times. -he scowls-

One of the fangirls lift her tank top shirt up to reveal her breasts: Hobie! Hobie, how about an autograph, please? -she cutely pouts-

Hobie sighs: Fine, whatever. Just don't touch my hair. -he only do this to seem like a badass, he didn't see nothing bad of it. He took a marker to write his name on the woman's chest- There! Now -his eyes glances over spotting his boyfriend. All his annoyance washes away and a big smile placed on his face- SUNFLOWER!

Miles merely standing there just witnessing his boyfriend writing his name on a fangirl's boobs. Now he's mad. He said nothing.

Hobie gently pushes his fans away: Excuse me, mate. This is my darling, Miles. -he happily gets to brag about his Sunflower, his hands on his lover's shoulders- Wow, you look amazing, darling. Are you wearing my band's shirt. -his eyes practically shape into hearts- I always-

Miles cut him off: Qué estabas haciendo? -going full blown Puerto Rican Spanish-

Hobie arched his eyebrows: What? -he didn't know much Spanish only a few words like Hola or Sí or Gracias. Just enough to impress or small talk with Mrs. Morales-

Miles scowls: What were you just doing? Que estabas haciendo? -his jealousy already taken over like a virus-

Hobie: Wha-what do you mean? I'm here sign-

Miles cuts him off: No- Qué acabas de hacer, ahora mismo?

Hobies: Ahora? O'Hara? -Why is Miguel brought into this?-

Miles: NO, Pendejo! What did you just did, right now? In front of me! -he's getting so mad, almost jumping into conclusions- You think, that's fucking cute? You think I would like that shit?

Hobie blinks a couple of times being surprised with his partner: Miles, I don-

Gwen calls out: Miles! We thought we lost you!

Pav ran behind along with Peter: Yeah! Oh hey, Hobie!

Hobie turns to their friends: Oh Hey- -Miles grab Hobie's face with his left hand squishing his cheeks, forcing the guitar player to look at him. He formally made Hobie lean/hunched over to get on Miles' eye level-

Miles spoke Spanish again: Estoy hablando contigo? -His Spanish firm, more serious... more Puerto Rican accent to it- Crees estoy jugando contigo? You think this is a fucking joke? -his right hand pointing, wanting his index finger at his boyfriend-

Peter: Ohhh, there's that Puerto Rican side... -Everyone in the group knows, you never want to pissed off a Puerto Rican or any Latino for that matter especially if your in a relationship with one-

Hobie: Luv, I am a bit confused -he mutters through his squish cheeks- I don-

Miles: Puñeta, no puedes escuchar? You got no fucking problem listening to your fans, huh? Huh, I'm not fucking playing with you, Hobie! -He glares still staring at his man-

Gwen softly whispers: Guys... calm down. Everyone is looking at us -the crowd around them were quiet with loud music bashing in the room. The fangirls slowly shift away from Hobie and his boyfriend seeing how mad Miles is-

Miles: Hijo de Puta, estoy hablando! Hobie, I'm fucking talking to you! Why you're not answering me? -Hobie finally sees a lot of Rio in Miles.-

Pav whispers to Hobie: Miles is jealous... he found out you were flirting with your exs...

Miles: Pav, mama bicho. Why are you taking his side, asshole! -he glares at Pav-

Pav backs away with his hands up in defense: I'm just clearing the air, don't have to be mean!

Hobie got the gist of it: Ohhh! -he never knew his boyfriend could get jealous- Luv, I wasn't flirting. Your the only one for me!

Miles: Cabrón, estas jugando comigo? Carajo, mama culo de su putas! -he didn't believe him, he's already too pissed off-

Peter going on his phone looking up Miles' use of language: Ohh, these are not good! -he winced at the use of language-

Pav innocently: What does mama bicho mean?

Peter types it in: Yikes!

Pav looks over and gasps: MILES THATS SO MEAN!

Mayday: Mama bicho!

Peter jumps: Mayday no! That's bad! Bad word! -his daughter laughs out loud-

Hobie: Luv, honest. I just did a simple autograph. I don't care for them. I'm the singer, you gotta understand I have to sign a few tits and deal with them.

Miles scowls: You need to set boundaries! How would you like it if I did that with random people, huh?

Hobie's jealousy sparked: Heh, your not in a band, Morales.

Miles:Ah, see you don't like that. I am your boyfriend -he brought his boyfriend's face closer to him- you need to respect me and my wishes! I am your half, not these bitches! Me estás escuchando? Are you listening me? Do you understand the words I'm saying coming out of my mouth? I am, your boyfriend, tu vida, tu amor!

Hobie couldn't be anymore happier, the amount of jealousy his partner is throwing and claiming his love to him. It felt all to amazing, hearts can be seen around his head. Even his whole body turned pink with magazine words with I love you all over: Yes, luv. I hear you. -he happily listens-

Miles went on: I'm not your fucking friend that you just high five. I'm tu cielo! Tu amor! Not your fucking puta! Yo no soy tu amigo! Yo soy tu cariño, tu bombón, tu CORAZÓN- -Miles touch Hobie's chest- This right here is mine! You hear me! Esto es mío! I'm not playing with you, Hobie! Tu eres mi alma! -still fuming-

Hobie hugs him: Yes, I am. Yes, I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, luv. -he gave in. He didn't care if he was right or wrong. He's too in love with his Sunflower. He would do anything for him- I am everything for you.

Miles huffs happily: Good! Next time, I will kick your ass if you pulled that shit! -he happily got carried by his boyfriend as they make out-

Gwen saw how everyone went back to normal and she sighs: I never thought he would get that mad!

Pav: Yeah, yikes!

Peter: At least, it cool down on their own.

Mayday: MAMA BICHO!

Gwen: MJ is gonna kill you...

Peter sighs: I know, maybe I can be like Hobie and give in!

Pav: Mmm, I don't think so!