#so i can't just call her whenever i want and expect attention even if she'd probably rather talk to me than deal with what's happening

[donnerpartyofone]

Training my new therapist on my OS has reminded me of how bizarre my social systems are. I love to be alone, or I love to have deep, intense, nearly monogamous friendships, nothing in between. When I got married it struck me as if for the first time that most people have these clans around them--cousins, people they grew up with, college friends-for-life, devoted colleagues, etc--because all the people I invited barely knew each other, really only knew me. I can go for long periods of time without talking to people I really love, and I don't miss people the way normal people seem to, it's enough for me that they live in my mind and we see each other when we can; I have to remind myself to stick to a maintenance routine for these relationships or else I'll lose them because otherwise who could tell that I even care? But also if somebody doesn't feed my intensity back to me, then I'm not sure how to do the upkeep. Two of the most important people in the world to me (and vice-versa I'm told) are so busy that I basically have to make an appointment with them to make contact. Their careers are all-consuming, and what's outside their careers are generally friend groups that all know each other and participate in group activities like trips and games and sports-type events that give everybody something to orbit around, all together at once, efficiently and without the complications of anyone's individual dynamics or needs creating a resource strain. The people I'm talking about are aware of the danger of losing touch, and I believe that they care, but it's hard for me to figure out how much of an effort I need to put forth to keep being present, while at the same time respecting the fact that they may not have time for me. Both of these people, in the past few months, unconsciously revealed that at a time when I was pouring out my heart to them about painful experiences, they had completely tuned out or never checked their messages or just plain forgot what I told them. On one level I was very relieved, them having no idea that I reached out to them was less embarrassing than the idea that they just didn't care what I said or didn't know how to respond. Sometimes one of them calls me while he's rushing from one thing to another, and he's doing it to make sure I know he's thinking of me during the one exact minute that he has attention to spare, but it makes me feel like I'm a car that he's servicing. It's getting harder for me to choose to tell him anything personal anymore. It's not his fault, or at least it's just as much my fault that I'm so all-or-nothing. I'm going to keep doing my part in these relationships, I don't want to lose them, I do give a shit. It's just complicated.

[diceisbored]

henry danger kiss headcannons!

navigation!

including : henry , ray , charlotte , jasper x reader (seperate)

(written with fem presenting/ fem reader in mind, but no specification)

wanings : tiny lil make out (jasper) , cursing (me) , no use of y/n , 2nd person (you , yours , etc.)

notes from dice! : hope someone likes this bcz i have no other ideas and two other drafts

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

henry • peck

he's always on the move, whether it's as he's leaving for a "quick" mission with ray he'll give you one both as henry and kid danger

has to give you at least one per conversation, so if you talk alot just be prepared for a bunch of kisses

also kisses you as he's talking like he'll kiss you and then start talking and then kiss you and start talking again and repeat

"Oh, today me and Ray went to stop jeff-" he gave you a quick kiss, "From robbing the nice Nacho Ball-" He gave you another, which left you giggling.

you honor, he's a loverboy

honestly i feel like no matter what, he'll always say his favorite thing is kissing you. even if someone asks him as kid danger, he can't help but be honest!

ugh he so fine

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

ray • head

bro if SO fucking domestic for no reason??

like no matter what, he'll refer to you as his wife. to everyone. and GOD FORBID someone corrects him

idk i just kinda think he likes seeing you as a staple in his always-changing life, like YOU are the only thing that stays the same

whenever yall are just like chilling or something i feel like he'll put an arm around you and just press a little kiss to your head

As you listened to Charlotte ramble about truly anything, you felt a pair of arms snake around your middle. "Hey, babe," He pressed a kiss to your temple.

yeah, he's domestic as fuck

he can't help it, whenever he sees you standing or sitting without him he feels the need to just make sure you know he loves you

even if you're like doing something really important, no matter who's there, it really shows everyone how much he cares.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

charlotte • face

you already know

charlotte would most probably love to just pepper your face with kisses all the time though she doesn't like pda too much

if you like/ want pda though, maybe she will from time to time (esp if it's an important event/ your friends are there)

"Hi, my love," You greet as she walks theough your bedroom door. She sets her stuff down and crawls beside you, cupping your face, ready to give you as many kisses and she can, "Hey."

she honestly doesn't care what her firemds think, she'd (probably) fight for you

so even if everyone is in the man cave, she will still be kissing your entire face the whole time

until- she's never gonna fucking stop. nice joke, though.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

jasper • hand

my boy just wants to feel chivalrous(?)

he loves just walking while holding your hand, and randomly bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.

he's just happy your with him, happy that he gets to call you his.

he tries to be polite and stuff 24/7 but with how much time you're around each other, it's hard not to get comfortable.

Slow kisses had eventually developed into hungry, fast kisses. While you were kissing on his neck and jaw, his attention was somewhere else. "So pretty darling," He spoke as he brought your hand to his mouth.

it doesn't matter when or where, as soon as his thoughts drift to you he can't help but put a kiss on your hand

if you touch his face at all, expect one on your palm- if you touch him literally anywhere other than his own, he will grab you hand just to kiss the back of it.

why is my boy so fucking underrated.?

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

[ellieswrldd]

modern gf!ellie hcs!!

content: not proofread, nsfw (phone sex, hickeys, mention of dom!ellie, mention of fingering) under the break! mdni!

✩ gf!ellie who would be SO excited to learn abt your family, especially if you come from a different culture

she'd be so intrigued by ur family's culture and would wanna learn everything from the food to the music, maybe even some of your language if ur family spoke another language (sobbing she's so sweet) ✩ gf!ellie wouldn't want to take you on 'basic' or cliche dates, she'd want to make every date unique and memorable! in her mind, going on a picnic with some good food and talking while she paints you is the perfect date, but should you ever ask her to take you to a fancy restaurant, she'd be more than happy to. ✩ gf!ellie who tries her best to teach you guitar and how to paint in her free time because she loves sharing her interests with you of course...she always manages to end up being touchy and affectionate with you while giving you lessons and you end up completely distracted

✩ gf!ellie being the most clingy person ever!!! in public and in private she's always touching you in some way, sometimes more subtly than others.

driving with her? her right hand is on your thigh

at a party or public gathering with her? she's got a hand on your lower back or her arm is circled around your waist

and in private, she slaps your ass whenever you’re least expecting it and will kiss your neck until you give her attention

✩ gf!ellie would be the biggest tease ever!

knowing how much you love her hands, she would always be using that knowledge to tease you running her middle and ring fingers along the rim of a glass, toying with the rings on her fingers, rubbing her jawline with her hands...all while you're trying to have a conversation with her? you can't help but get flustered as you remember the things she's done to you with those hands of hers.

should she end up hugging you from behind while you’re doing something, you know she’ll end up with her hands inside of your bra claiming she’s “warming up her hands”

✩ building on the whole teasing thing...gf!ellie is a phone sex fiend whenever you're away from one another, even if it's just for a night or two, she's sending you dirty text messages and begging you to call her so she can "hear that pretty voice" you never say no, how could you when you also initiate the sexting half the time? r: ellieee i miss u :( e: do u miss me or just my fingers? r: both? i'm lonely AND horny now since u brought it up e: glad i'm not the only one e: what're u wearing, doll? r: just a pair of ur boxers i stole a while back r: ellie i'm so wet :(( e: fuck e: call me? please? ✩ gf!ellie goes crazy when it comes to hickeys she can't help but leave you covered in dark hickeys and love bites every time you two have sex for ellie, the idea of people seeing her marks on you turned her on like crazy and while she loves marking your neck and collarbone where everyone can see, she also loves those hidden spots where she can leave bruises for only you to see. after every time you fuck, you find yourself tracing along the hickeys ellie left on your neck, your inner thighs, your breasts, and maybe even your stomach if she was feeling extra.

✩ gf!ellie who loves making you suck on her fingers before fucking you with them

✩ gf!ellie who can switch from being rough and dominant in bed to being a total service top, desperate to make you cum, in a matter of seconds ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

a/n: just wanted to write down some of the modern gf!ellie hcs that have been sitting in my head for a while <33 going back to the first bullet, i just KNOW ellie would wanna learn abt reader's family's culture if they had cultural differences, imagining her trying my own cultural practices and traditions is the cutest thing ever

[the-lark-ascending69]

Scoops Ahoy Ronance AU?

Ooh I like this 👀

First off I want to say that one of the things that attracted me to ronance when I first watched s4 was the fact that Nancy seemed to be so annoyed with her, lmao. Idk what is it about it but I love it when they can't stand each other at first. That's why I feel like a good ronance story begins with Nancy wanting Robin to stfu.

Now, unlike Steve, who was mildly annoyed but didn't pay her much attention at Scoops Ahoy, I think Nancy would be fuming whenever Robin tried to pull any snarky shit with her. I don't think she'd outright make a board to count how much Nancy sucks like she did Steve, firstly because Nancy doesn't have the same cringe material that Steve does, and secondly, I don't think Robin would act like that with a girl. I just think she's nicer to girls. Still, she's still in her S3 mode, porcupine energy, pretends to not care and be above it all while still pretty much not liking her coworker.

I think she'd find it bitterly funny and really unfair that Nancy doesn't seem to know they even went to the same school. Excuse her, she was Barb's friend first, Wheeler. Show some respect. But she doesn't see the point in telling her because she doesn't care about it, anyway. She just has this aloof, standoffish attitude with Nancy all the time. Rather than making fun of her, she's ignoring her, or telling her to stop bothering her, she's trying to read.

The truth is that Nancy is insufferable here. She feels it's undignified for her to be working at Scoops Fucking Ahoy for the summer, but she still tries to make everything the way it's supposed to because she's already going through the shame of working at Scoops, she's not going to humilliate herself by doing it poorly, too. Plus, she genuinely wants to be nice to clients, until they stop being nice to her. Still she keeps a tight smile whenever they come make her life a living hell, something her coworker can't seem to pull herself to do. It's as if Robin didn't care that people could tell she was tired or annoyed, and she's seen her fight with Erica more times than she deems appropriate. She doesn't appreciate Robin hissing like a cat at a 10 year old girl.

Nancy is just... confused as to how she even got to this point and who did she anger to get paired up with Robin Fucking Buckley. Yes, she's trying to make some money, but truly, how could this have been the only place that called her?

So she's always giving Robin a hard time, scolding her for not smiling enough and condecendingly showing her how it's done (which only earns her the most dead of stares from Robin), or telling her to just go to the back of the store to keep playing with her language tapes if she's not going to do things correctly. Robin just rolls her eyes at that.

She doesn't mock her as much as she does Steve, but when she does, it's her way of challenging her in her flaws, it's constructive even if neither of them realize. Nancy will ramble about how Robin clearly doesn't care about their job and she's sorry if she doesn't need it as much as Nancy does, but she won't let her become an obstacle, to which Robin responds by raising her eyebrows, throwing her head back and saying "wow, Wheeler, that was so inspiring. I mean, I knew the Wheelers were dirt poor but I didn't think it was that bad. Hey, look, we have that in common!" Nancy doesn't like being undignified, but Robin isn't afraid of shaking her a little - mostly making sarcastic comments whenever Nancy does something she wouldn't expect Nancy Wheeler to do, in a way that is unfair because it shows how little she knows her and how many ugly things she assumes about her. That's another thing that drives Nancy mad too, because she's still so full of pain and fear and anger, and now this weirdo is poking fun at the fact she owns guns (plural) as if it were some kind of punchline and not another piece in her trauma puzzle.

I think they surprise each other by how well they work together while cracking the code once Nancy stops scolding Robin for running through the mall and standing on a table, spinning around while talking to herself. She's shocked by the fact she speaks four languages, and even more shocked when she cracked the code when Nancy couldn't. That's when she stops seeing Robin as an apathetic weirdo who's made it her life mission to annoy her, and starts seeing her as an incredibly intelligent young woman whose brain works in mysterious ways. Nancy almost wants to take her brain out of her head and study it, because it's as if she were hanging upside down, looking at things backwards and reading secret patterns no one else can see. It actually inspires Nancy to try to solve problems the way Robin does. It surprises Robin to no end when Nancy is suddenly taking her seriously and asking for her opinion. She's so shocked she doesn't even make sarcastic comments about it.

I think Robin starts seeing Nancy differently as she starts to open up, slowly. She tells her the essential only at first - different dimensions, girl with powers, monster hunting, demonic possesions, now apparently russian spies as well. Whenever Robin asks how she even got involved in all of this, Nancy gives an obviosuly incomplete explanation about helping a friend find his brother (Robin sees through it immediately - why go so far for someone she didn't even know? It'd make a little bit more sense if she did it to help her own brother, but that's not what she said, so she's obviosly hiding something). Robin is still shocked that Nancy Wheeler owns guns. She's even more shocked when she gives one to her, as if she knew what to do with it, and even more when they get intercepted and Nancy fucking shoots and kills one of those guys. Robin did not expect her summer to go like this. It must be some weird kind of dream.

It happens slowly. Robin shows more of her charming nature without quite opening up. She manages to trick an agent by speaking a little bit of russian, she manipulates one of their torturers so they won't hurt Nancy, she bravely talks back despite Nancy begging her to keep her mouth shut and somehow it works. Somehow these people are convinced, somehow, that it's more convenient for them to keep them alive and with all their bones intact. It's like Nancy has been thrown into a whole new reality, in which making yourself small and try to politely convince people to listen to you isn't compulsory, in which you can be defiant and cunning and determined and win. Make them listen to you. Even if the victory is small, it's still a victory. Thanks to Robin, she gets to keep all her nails. Maybe talking so much wasn't a flaw after all.

She opens up slowly - about Barb, and her guns, and the violence she's seen and all the pain inside her heart, and Robin feels so stupid for thinking she was a priss. Nancy is profoundly touched by grief and loneliness. She lost a part of her heart at 15 she's never getting back.

But Robin doesn't open up back. She apologizes for being mean and reassures her that they'll both see Barb soon, and she won't be alone when that happens. All she says about herself is that she feels, you know, like she ruins everything. Nancy doesn't understand, but what Robin means to say is that she has only thought about Tammy Thompson once since this all started, and it was to say to herself, I don't even care if I never see her again, if I get to die next to Nancy Wheeler. And she feels like that is even more forbidden, somehow.

They're drugged. They talk. They're rescued and they get sick and they vomit most if the drugs. Most of it. And they ask each other things. Nancy asks why so many languages, and Robin tells her about Operation Croissant, thinking Nancy will make fun of her, but it seems she just finds it cute. She asks Nancy about Jonathan. She tells her she doesn't think their relationship has any salvation, after she made them lose their previous job. That's stupid, says Robin. Weren't you right after all? Your boss is a piece of shit, by the way.

I dragged him with me. He shouldn't have lost his job because of me.

Fuck that. I'd say it's on your boss. Didn't that guy send you to solve the mystery of the missing mustard?

My boss? Yeah, something like that.

Nancy asks her then if she's ever had any boyfriend. She can't imagine anyone being unable to fall utterly in love with Robin once they get to know her. She expresses this sentiment to her, and Robin gets somber all of a sudden. You don't actually know me, Wheeler, she says.

I like to think I know enough to mean what I say, Nancy replies.

Well, you're wrong. People just... don't know me. No one does. I don't know if you've realized, but I don't have any friends. I'm not the kind of person who's known by other people. Or has friends.

It breaks Nancy's heart a little to hear that.

Robin, do you think we could be... friends? She asks. She normally wouldn't say something like that so directly, but she's still under the influence of drugs, and she really wanted to be Robin's friend.

But Robin feels like becoming friends with Nancy while knowing of these newly developed feelings is a crime. It is if Nancy doesn't know the truth.

There's something you need to know before we're friends.

What is it?

You're not gonna like it, and you're not going to want to be my friend after you hear it.

Robin, you can tell me.

Do you remember Tammy Thompson?

And so she tells her. She tells her almost everything: that she's always felt out of place, always a stranger, always an outsider, always unable to keep friendships and always feeling something she shouldn't. Worrying about what people were gonna say, what they were gonna think, if they were going to hate her, if she was simply too much and had something fundamentally wrong in her that made her unloveable. She dumps all of this on Nancy, expecting her to be annoyed or disgusted, or to simply realize she didn't actually like Robin all that much, in the end.

But Nancy just takes her hand says, Robin, listen to me. That is not true. Any girl would be lucky to have you.

And in that moment, it feels like she's breathing in for the first time in her life. Like there's a small puzzle piece being sloted into a hole in her heart that she'd forgotten was there. She feels her nose itch, and her eyes water a little bit.

Can we be friends, then? Nancy shyly asks, like a kid at the playground. Robin laughs weatly and nods.

Uh... yeah. Yes. I'd love to be friends, actually.

Nancy smiles, and to her surprise, she raises on her knees and hugs her. It's been a long time Robin has received a hug from anyone other than her parents, and she's never felt this happy.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

you know that shig feminizes dabi? well, take it to the extreme. (makeup, heels, dresses?)

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Contents: Crossdressing, feminization, collar, lingerie, anal sex, sex toys, creampie, teasing, light humiliation/degradation

The fact that Duster likes him in lingerie had been embarrassing at first. The fact that Dabi liked it so much when Shig called him 'baby girl' was so mortifying that he was pretty certain that he was going to burn himself alive. But they'd started doing that months ago, and like with most things, it just became something that he got used too. Occasionally even wears his panties outside of their bedroom if he ever wants to rile Duster up between meetings by getting him alone and letting him see the lace or straps of his thongs cutting over his hips. Gets railed in his office enough times that Duster has resigned himself to keeping a few packets of lube in a drawer. So when Toga says, 

"I bet that I can bring in more recruits now than you ever did." Hard to lose to a fucking goose egg, but Toga has been so unenthusiastic about the new corporate part of their work-- not that he can blame her-- but he's all for anything that gets her working. 

"And what do you want if you win?" Used to bet money or best place to sleep in whatever dingy hideout that they ended up in, but now they really don't want for anything. Spoiled absolutely rotten in their new positions with a nearly unlimited credit card in each of their pockets. 

"If I win you've got to uh," He snorts. Clearly she hadn't expected to get this far and hadn't picked out what she wants. "You have to dress up like a girl and go to a lieutenants meeting." 

Oh Duster will die. Dabi can't help letting out a bark of laughter. "Fuck, fine but if you don't bring good recruits that Duster approves of, then you have to do the dishes whenever I cook for a week." 

"Deal!" 

And he'd gone right back to work. 

///

Toga had been thrilled, given him such a mischievous and smug grin when she'd won. Duster had even commended her work during the meeting two weeks after the bet had started. Fine. Not really a hardship, but he told her he wouldn't follow through until next week, needed to order a few things. She'd been satisfied with that when he'd gone right over to Twice to get a copy of his measurements so he could save time guessing on sizing for his purchases. 

And doing it the following week means that Duster will just be coming back home from his latest round of treatments, so Dabi will have the room to himself to get ready. Toga had offered him one of her skirts and then had offered a frumpy looking dress that he's not sure where she even got it. He'd rejected both. Used to being Tomura's baby girl at this point, doesn't cause the blanket humiliation that it used to before, so if he's going to do this, he's going to do it with the same amount of attention to detail he usually puts into his plans. 

He ends up having to do simple makeup, can't put it near his seams or over his scars, so mascara, a muted black and sheer shimmery shadow, and a sharp wing of eyeliner are all that he manages. Puts on his favorite set Duster gifted him, black lace with a garter belt. He goes for more subdued and professional black stockings than the lacy ones he normally wears, pulls on a black leather pencil skirt that hits at just the top of his knee, an asymmetrical zipper across one side of it. He steals one of Tomura's dress shirts, could have gotten himself a blouse, but he thinks this will rile up his lover more than anything else. Leaves a good few buttons open, just enough to not be too unprofessional, tucks it into the high waist of his skirt and artfully bunches it so that it folds over the top before pulling on his boyfriend blazer and rolling the sleeves up to three-quarter length. The heels, he'd admit, he was less sure about. Had ended up sticking with a modest kitten heal with a pointed toe and had spent a couple of days walking around his and Tomura's room to break them in and make sure he didn't wobble. Had also debated for ages about his last little accessory, but unfortunately he was all about taking things to their logical conclusion which would be, ideally, him getting absolutely railed after their meeting. So Dabi put on his collar. Made sure that it had the right tag still on it from the last time they'd gotten to play, and still managed to be ready for the meeting on time. 

Still did stagger his arrival so it would be close. Wanted to make an entrance. Compress will probably be proud of his theatricality. His heels sound so loud as he clicks his way down the hall. Steps into the room and doesn't even blink, just starts towards his usual seat like everything is perfectly normal. His heals click and the rest of the room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Sets down his laptop, smooths his skirt, and sits, starts to open up the things he needs for the actual meeting. 

"Dabi," And he delights in how strained Duster's voice sounds. He normally doesn't get to be the one to rile Tomura up. He finally looks up from his laptop with an inquisitive hum. 

Everyone else is staring at him with various degrees of shock, even Toga, who knew this was coming, can't hide her surprise. Oh he definitely won the game she'd started. 

"What are you wearing?" Tomura tries to even out his voice, but that does nothing to conceal the way his eyes are dragging over him. 

"I lost a bet." 

"Oh my god, I can't believe how good you look!" Breaks Toga out of her shock. Is practically bouncing as she asks, "Where did you learn to do your makeup?" 

"I suppose he actually is more professional now than he usually dresses." Compress remarks absently. 

They get started then, but Dabi feels Tomura's eyes drilling into him throughout thee entire meeting. He does his best to not preen under the attention. 

///

They're all starting to file out a few hours later and Dabi is certain that Duster is going to grab him as soon as he can extract himself from conversation with Re-Destro, but as the others leave, he sees Hawks waiting halfway down the hall. Oh, must have gotten the information he'd requested ahead of schedule. He follows most of the others from the room. 

"Hero," he greets dryly, usual drawl despite his outfit. Hawks turns to greet him, but all that comes out is an avian squawk as his face goes as bright red as his wings, his feathers puffing up to twice their normal size. Doesn't think he's ever seen the hero lose his composure so completely, and Dabi feels even more smug. 

"Uh, hey hot stuff, or should I call you--" Sees Hawks' soul leave his body as he tries to deflect his reaction by looking at the tag on his collar, trying to make a joke that he now has to commit to. Oh, Dabi gets the sadistic joy that Duster delights in whenever he causes him to become a blushing stuttering mess now. "Baby girl?" Hawks' voice a high, thin sound. 

Dabi raises a brow impassively. "Not unless you want to be turned to dust, birdy. Do you have the files I asked for?" 

"Uh," Seems to try and shake himself, pulls out a data stick. "Yeah, yeah I got-- why  are you dressed like that?" 

"I lost a bet." He takes the information. "But if everyone keeps staring at me like that I might have to make this a more regular occurrence." 

Hawks still looks like he hasn't restarted his brain when Duster's voice comes as he moves down the hall towards them, cold and clipped. "Dabi, my office. Now." Only spares Hawks enough attention to glare at him before he keeps moving. 

"Mm, better go see what the boss wants." Says it even though anyone with eyes and half a braincell could probably guess. Doesn't spare Hawks a backwards glance as he clicks after Tomura. 

///

Get into his office and finds Tomura moving over to his desk. Dabi shuts and locks the door behind himself. As soon as he's finished he moves across the room. Sir watches him, red eyes dragging over him from head to toe. Dabi sits on the edge of the desk and crosses his legs, waiting. 

"Getting awfully bold, aren't you, whore?" 

Immediately has pleasant tingles surging to life under his skin. "I'm sorry, sir, I forget how to behave when you're gone for so long." He simpers automatically. "But you'll make me a good girl again, won't you, sir?" 

Oh he is not going to be able to walk when Duster is done with him as the other man snarls and moves right into his space, hooks a finger in his collar, and pulls him into a rough, demanding kiss. Dabi lets out a moan as soon as he does, uncrossing his legs, wants to spread them so he can get Tomura between them as soon as possible, but his skirt is constricting the movement. Tomura's other hand is pulling his shirt free of his skirt so he can get his hand under the fabric, dragging up his chest to find his bra. Rough hands and rougher kisses as Tomura seems so intent on devouring him. 

Knows this is going to be a quick fuck because they actually have another round of meetings to go to today, but something fast is so much better than nothing and when Tomura chances catching the zipper detail on his skirt and gives it an experimental tug, he gives a satisfied hum when it opens up all the way to the waist for him. Dabi had been delighted to learn that it was functional too when he'd tried it on, but nowhere near as delighted as he is when Tomura growls as he sees his panties and garters as he eagerly spreads his legs for him. 

"Not going to ever be able to leave you alone if you keep dressing like this. Did you like having all of their eyes on you, knowing that nearly everyone in that room wanted to fill up your pretty cunt?" 

Bites his lip, a flush starting over his cheeks, "I liked it," he admits, knows he shouldn't, knows--

Tomura's eyes flash, "And you liked how your pet hero was ready to trip all over himself to get any scrap of your attention?" 

Knows that Duster is possessive as hell. "I liked it, it was funny." Breathy because Tomura's hands are running up the insides of his thighs as he spreads them as wide as they can go, his teeth vicious as they sink into his throat. The pain has him hardening more in his panties, tilting his head back to give his lover more room as his fingers tangle in his hair. 

"That so?" 

"Yes, sir. Yours, just liked seeing them worked up for nothing. Can't ever make me feel the way you do, sir." Catches one of Tomura's wrists and pulls so that his hand is pressed against his panties, so that he murmurs,

"Clit's already so hard, baby?" 

"Mmhmm, missed you so much, feels so good to have you home, sir," feels his face go a little hotter with his embarrassment, but it's the good kind. The kind that makes everything feel even better and makes it so much easier for him to whisper, "Made my pussy so wet knowing you were looking too, sir." Duster stills against him, and then his hands are on his hips with his new strength, dragging them forwards as Dabi leans his weight back. Pulls him so he can tug the string of his thong out of the way and he can see the base of the plug holding him stretched, wet, and ready for his lover's cock. 

"Princess," 

Turns his insides to an absolute puddle, would actually be dripping if he had a real cunt hearing Tomura's voice turn into that growl as he hooks his fingers under the flared base. He shifts it inside, pulling on it until the thickest part of the plug is pressing against his rim, before pushing it back inside. A slow, teasing fuck of the medium sized plug that makes him moan lowly. Can't be too loud. Knows that someone could walk by and hear, but pleasure is tingling across his nerves. He missed having something bigger, wants Sir to fill him up, greedy for it. He spreads his legs a little wider, leans his weight back a little more, and Tomura readily accepts the blatant invitation even closer. Fucks him on the toy a few more times until his clit is aching. 

Has him tangling a hand in Tomura's hair and pulling him in for another messy kiss before he's begging, "Please, sir, I need you." 

Tomura catches him in another kiss, licking away the blood from his split lip as he relents, pulling the plug out of him and setting it aside. Dabi's hands shift to undo his belt, their movements growing more frantic until Tomura's cock is free and is pressing against his twitching hole. Has to stuff his knuckles between his teeth when he sinks inside because feeling his lover inside of him again after a week away is so intense he knows he would have absolutely alerted any passerby's otherwise. Tomura catches his hips in a bruising grip as he draws back out, thrusts in so hard a second later that it has Dabi fumbling, knocking things off of his desk with one hand searching behind him, so that he can lay across it, make Duster's cock go even deeper on the next rough movement. Doesn't know why he's worried about being loud anymore, because the sound of their hips meeting could surely give them away too. When Duster's hand shifts to start to play with his clit as he moves to get his teeth sunk into his throat, all Dabi can do is knot his fingers into the back of his jacket and hold on. Definitely can't smother his moans when Tomura is hitting his prostate on every thrust as he strokes him through his panties. 

There's a desperation in their movements as they chase their pleasure, everything building to its crescendo with the knowledge that they can't linger, that it's been too long since they've seen each other last, that this is all they're going to get unless they manage to not need to work through the night to catch up on everything Tomura's missed while away for his treatments, that he'll bee gone again in a day or two. That urgency builds and builds as they move, until Dabi is bleeding smoke from his seams, his panties are soaked, and he's pleading, 

"Sir, sir, please, more, I need it, please, Tomura--" 

"I know you do, princess." One hand catching him around his thigh and pushing his legs even wider, grip pulling at his seams slightly. "Need all my attention on you all the time. Can't even cum without me watching you." His face goes so hot, embarrassment spiking sharply. Hasn't gotten off by himself since they started sleeping together, not allowed to touch himself without Duster around. Not a real rule, but one that they'd both implied from time-to-time. He could if he wanted, but he doesn't want to. Wants red eyes watching him so intensely, so hungrily as Sir fills up his pussy and makes him feel so good. "Have all of my attention right now, baby girl. Pretty clit dripping against my hand, cunt tight and needy around my cock, pretty blue eyes so desperate. You can cum now baby, I want to see you." 

And that does send him over the edge, even as his humiliation spikes. Drenches his panties in his cum as Tomura keeps fucking him through his muscles clenching tight around his cock. Keeps hitting his oversensitive prostate through it, makes it feel like his orgasm goes on so much longer, until he's ready to beg for him to stop, only then feels Sir's cock twitch inside of him, both of them letting out their own sounds of pleasure when Tomura fills him with his release. 

They only let themselves linger in the afterglow for a handful of minutes before Tomura is helping him pull the soiled panties off without getting anything on his stockings, resecuring his garters as Dabi tosses the drenched fabric into the empty bin by his desk. Nowhere else he can put them in here where they won't make a mess. Starts to sit up so that he can clean away any lingering cum from his skin and zip his skirt back up, but Tomura pauses him with a firm hand against his sternum. Doesn't take him long to figure out why as his plug is pressed back inside of his messy cunt. Moans softly as it fills him up, keeps Tomura's cum inside. Going to be feeling it there throughout all the rest of their meetings. Lets his lover pull him upright then, if only because he's desperate to get another deep, consuming kiss as soon as he's sitting back on the edge of the wood. 

They put their clothes to rights and Dabi gets back to his feet. It's a new fresh embarrassment when he feels the weight of his skirt against his naked skin. His face flushes slightly as he glances at the clock, okay, he has enough time to--

"I'm going to go put on--" 

"No." And Tomura's tone is still so commanding when he speaks. "I want you sitting through the rest of our work just like this, baby girl. Want you to feel how messy you are," catches him by the hips and murmurs in his ear, "Want you to be squirming because you know that if anyone else knew you aren't wearing your panties, that you're full of my cum, and still stretched open hoping for more, they would never look at you as anything more than my well-trained whore." 

Makes his whole body go hot with that heady mixture of shame and lust and he feels his clit trying to twitch back to hardness. Must be pressed close enough that Tomura feels it against his thigh, which has Sir letting out a soft, mean laugh. "Tomura," he whines. 

"Oh, princess, you're so insatiable. Do you need to put on your cage to keep from embarrassing yourself while we're working, baby?" 

His face goes even hotter, "Sir," bites at his split lip and the twinge of pain does nothing to help settle him. Really wants to blow off their meetings so that Tomura can take him back to their room and fuck him again, fuck him until they've made up for lost time. "Will you take it off tonight?" 

Tomura's eyes go hotter on him as he pulls him in for another breath-stealing kiss. "It depends on if you can be a good girl during our meetings. If you can stay focused and not be a distracting little minx, then you won't have to wear it tonight." 

"I can be good, sir." He can be. Not sure if he will be though. It is nice to see Tomura all riled up. Is already wondering if he should pop open another button on his shirt so that every time he leans forward he can flash a peak of his bra. Will definitely drive his lover wild, especially if he knows anyone else saw it.

Definitely a good bet to lose to Toga. He's going to have to see how many more times he can get away with this before Duster tells him to stop, because crossdressing is absolutely entering his rotation of ways to get all of his lover's attention. 

[edotvie]

Technically Part 2 of this but you don't need to read the first part WARNING: BG3 post-game spoilers! WARNING: Sexual content The lock turned with a familiar 'click' before the door creaked open. Tav pushed it with her shoulder, her attention on the bags and basket in her arms. She shuffled her hold on them, careful not to drop any of the items she'd spent the evening purchasing.

"I'm home!" she called despite the obvious ruckus she was making. The response came first in the form of a little hum of acknowledgement.

"Welcome back, my love. Let me help you with that." Astarion appeared from the kitchen of their little apartment, moving to take one of Tav's bags and free her arm.

"Thank you-"

Tav's words faced a wall of soft lips pressing against her own, if only for a beat, and Astarion pulled back with a smile.

"It's my pleasure," he purred, the tone alone bringing some heat to her face, "How was your outing?"

"Good. I got enough supplies to last us a few days. Oh, and the paper for today."

After delivering the goods onto a table in the kitchen, Tav returned to lock the door after herself. She could hear Astarion rummaging through the paper bags before returning to him.

"Did you get the good soap, like I asked?" he asked casually.

"Yes. It's in there. The people in the Upper City looked at me down their noses, by the way."

Astarion smirked.

"Ah, the dangers you face for my sake. The adventures of 'Yarkona the Courageous' never end! Our dear friend Volo is still working on that book, isn't he?"

Tav shook her head, electing not to answer, and grabbed another bag to pull out the fish and meat she'd purchased in order to store it. Meat was fickle and needed to be put away before it could spoil.

"You should consider bringing it in fresh, Darling. That way the both of us could enjoy the same dinner," stated Astarion in a playful tone. Tav rolled her eyes despite her smile.

"There's not exactly a great amount of prey in a city. At least, not the kind I'd agree to eat," she stated with a quirked brow. Astarion chuckled.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it, Love. The taste of an aberrant criminal can be quite... Addicting," he mused, darkened eyes quickly scanning Tav's frame, "Though, not quite as addicting as the treat I already have under my roof."

She couldn't help but let out a laugh. It was clear Astarion was in a good mood, and whenever he was, it was infectious.

"Is that a request for blood or sex?" she teased back, her head tilting and shoulders pulling to the front instinctively, as if to make herself more alluring. She didn't miss the way Astarion focused on her, his attention flicking across the shifting landscape of her appearance.

"Honestly, can't I lather compliments on my gorgeous lover without an ulterior motive? You hurt me," he purred without missing a beat, his smirk an obvious tell of his amusement.

"If that's all you wanted, feel free to keep going," Tav stated easily, turning to place fruits and vegetables into two baskets she had on the counter. She felt him move closer, now a blurry shape right at the edge of her vision.

"I can feel the way your heart is beating. Your body is already begging for me to pin you down and have my way with you," came the low voice she already knew to expect. Astarion's cool hand came to her chin, a single finger lifting it so her eyes would meet his. The hunger present in them created a pleasant knot in Tav's stomach.

"Mm, if you could see your face right now. Your eyes are like morning mist on a summer day, hazy with desire. The way that lovely red covers the shining copper of your skin with the slightest of touches," he continued, his hand moving to brush back some of the loose strands of hair framing Tav's face. The touch was so light it may have as well been done with a feather, causing a pleasant ticklish sensation. Her breath came out with a barely-there tremble.

"You just don't disappoint, do you?" she answered breathlessly, a smile tugging her lips, "You could sell me sand on the desert and I wouldn't question it once."

"As much as I enjoy hearing you sing my praises, you do make it easy. You're a phenomenal subject for flattery, of course, but also quite easy to please."

"I'm taking that as a good thing," Tav stated playfully, "But even so, I wouldn't react this way if it wasn't you weaving that poetry. I could-" she sighed, "I could listen to you recite the dictionary for a whole afternoon and be satisfied."

"Darling, I can do much better than the dictionary," Astarion stated, almost offended, and stepped all the way into Tav's personal space, "But right now I'd rather hear you recite pretty nonsense beneath me."

Before he was finished with his statement, Astarion's arms had snaked into a convenient grip around Tav. He lifted her into the air and against himself. Her ankles quickly linked around the Vampire before their lips connected in a passionate kiss.

The path into the bedroom wasn't long, but it was still awkward with an entire Wood Elf in his arms. Astarion released one hand from her thigh, albeit reluctantly, to use as his eyes while he fumbled through the doorframe. The journey was made all the more perilous by the continuous touching of their lips, hungry and needy with neither daring to pull away. When they eventually made it to the bed, they moreso ran into it rather than climbed on, falling into a mess of limbs and breathy moans as they went to shed each other of their suddenly bothersome layers of clothing.

Most of their good days were like this, had been ever since the Netherbrain was defeated. Not only had Astarion recently reclaimed sex as something he enjoyed, but the longest chunk of any day he had to spent cooped up indoors. With all that extra energy, it tended to be channeled toward his very willing partner every time they were in each other's reach. Which happened to be often, considering they shared a home. Most surfaces in the apartment had already been claimed for love-making, once or twice at the threat of the entire place burning down.

The surfaces where there was room were all covered in light sources, usually candles. That, and the occasional spell, kept the apartment as well lit as possible since the shining of the sun was no longer an option. The windows were covered with thick curtains, at least two over each to make sure light didn't breach them. Still, Tav was determined to keep color in Astarion's daily life, considering how obvious it was he missed it. In time, when they finally got an inkling of where to start, they'd graduate to sunlight. Or so she wished with all her heart.

The room previously filled with moans and creaks of a bedframe settled into a warm afterglow. Tav caught her breath where she laid on the sheets, beads of shining sweat decorating her skin like fine pearls. Astarion stretched out like a happy cat, resting on his stomach with his head pillowed in his arms. A smile still lingered on his lips while he enjoyed the sight of his spent lover.

"Well. That was fun," he stated, reaching out to toy with the end of Tav's long braid, "Though I didn't mean to wear you out completely, Darling. I could personally go for another round."

Tav laughed softly, shifting onto her side to face her partner.

"Give me a minute, my love. I'll bounce back," she countered lightly, "I was just out for hours, you know."

"Yes, I know. I missed you, if that wasn't painfully obvious."

Conflicted emotions surfaced at the admission, Tav's smile turning tight. She hated that she was the only real source of entertainment for Astarion. It was better than being forced to spend his nights unwillingly bedding strangers or being tortured, but it wasn't ideal. If it went on for too long, Astarion would begin to resent her instead of bathing her in affection each night. Not to mention the pressure this arrangement put on her to remain entertaining.

"I saw Blurg, by the way," she stated unbidden, placing her hand over Astarion's where it played with her.

"I know for a fact that isn't your usual idea of pillow talk," mused Astarion, his brow raised in curiosity. He turned his palm up and their fingers interlaced naturally. Tav chuckled.

"He was doing some experimentation on one of the... Dead tadpoles," Tav stated uneasily. Astarion picked up on this and squeezed her hand.

"And?"

"And... I don't know, I kind of spaced out after I saw the thing," she laughed, nervous, "It's so big when you think about how it... Goes into your eye, right? Disgusting."

"Yes, thank you, I don't need a reminder," Astarion stated, at least as squeamish about the experience as Tav was, "But I suspect you have a reason for bringing this up."

She blinked back into the present, the brief haze in her eyes gone.

"Not the worm thing, really. But we talked, after. I wanted to see if I could recruit his help."

Astarion perked up, lifting himself up halfway on his arms.

"Well, knowledge from the Underdark could come in handy, I suppose. While I'm not a fan, I can see the appeal it might hold for another Vampire. Who knows? Maybe there's answers there."

"That's what I thought. He said he'll look into things for us, which was sweet. Actually--"

Tav paused, an uncertain look crossing her face. Astarion felt it his cue to shuffle closer and let go of her hand to instead cup her jaw. A kiss was all it took to soften her expression.

"He said something that I thought was interesting. It could be nothing. But on the off chance that it is..."

"Oh, for gods sakes. Don't keep me in suspense, Dear. We've already been reading through a hundred books. I realize that's not much when we're looking for a needle in a haystack, but I'm tired of this pointless search. It would be nice to get a little lucky."

When Tav gave him an amused look, Astarion rushed to continue.

"In more ways than one," he purred, then leaned in to kiss her neck. Tav instinctively tilted her head to the side and let out a soft breath, the feeling of Astarion's lips trailing over her skin quite distracting.

"He, uh... He had this ring," she sighed, the kisses trailing lower down the center of her chest. He gently pushed her shoulder until Tav was laying on her back for better access.

"Silver, with a... Bright ruby on the center. Astarion," she moaned. Astarion's arm had snaked around her thigh while he sucked gently on the skin on the inner side. He raised his head with a mischievous hum and tilted his head, those white curls tickling her already sensitive skin.

"It's hard to talk when you're doing, well, that," Tav breathed. He chuckled low in return.

"And here I thought you enjoyed a challenge. Go on, pretty thing. Keep talking..."

She couldn't bear the distraction of both watching Astarion and feeling what he was doing. So she laid her head back onto the pillow, biting her lip to keep from voicing just how much she was enjoying herself.

"It was, it, uh..." she paused to swallow, hoping her voice wouldn't tremble the next time, "He called it 'Sunwalker's Gift.'"

Astarion's head lifted from where he'd focused his attention. Tav took the opportunity to breathe freely, rising onto her elbows to meet his eyes.

"It grants the wearer darkvision," she explained. Astarion frowned.

"Darling, we're Elves."

"I'm aware, thank you," she laughed, running her hand through his hair. Astarion climbed up Tav's body to rest his head against her shoulder.

"Apparently it's related to another piece of jewellery. He couldn't remember it in detail, but... I thought it was interesting. Maybe that other trinket could have a power related to the Sun, or darkness, somehow. That's the thought that crossed my mind, anyway."

She lowered her chin to meet Astarion's eyes. The uncertainty was back. She was scared to promise so much to him based on so little, but it could be a lead. If there was a magic ring, earring or necklace that could solve their problems, it was worth looking into.

"Hmm."

The response was lacking. Though it had initially unsettled her when Astarion suddenly went quiet, she now knew his silence to mean he needed to think. She decided to spend the time laying little kisses on the top of his head, her arm wrapping around his pale shoulders.

After a short time she was rewarded, his attention back on her. The Elf angled his chin so the next time Tav leaned in, their lips met. Astarion shifted until he was hovering over her, his red, pretty eyes half lidded.

"Well, it's something to look into. Thank you for telling me." Hips lips brushed against hers, parted, not quite a kiss. It had her heart skipping a beat all the same.

"It seems you still have something else on your mind," Tav teased, one of her knees rising to meet his interest. He sighed in response, landing another open mouthed kiss.

"I do," he admitted, sighing a second time when his lover shifted her leg, "But not just that."

Getting off her for now, Astarion sat up on his side of the bed. She followed his example, though brought some of their silky cover with her. Her love was very particular about the materials of their beddings - really anything they could afford to spend a little extra coin on. Which wasn't much, but she liked making him happy.

"I want to take you out. Find a nice place with music and drinks. Take a break from the libraries and the, quite frankly, dull time I have sitting at home by myself. Who knows? If you get me tipsy, maybe I'll even spin you across the dance floor."

A fondness swelled within Tav's chest that bled right into her expression. She placed her hand over Astarion's and squeezed it.

"Are you sure?"

Diving into the nightlife of Baldur's Gate seemed a double edged sword. So far it had been something Astarion dreaded to face again lest it set him off.

"Yes. I think it's about time I start rewriting those memories with better ones. Ones with someone I love, rather than whoever I had to seduce into Cazador's dungeon."

Tav cupped his face, pulling Astarion closer to brush her nose against his. He suppressed a laugh at the sentimental action, willing down the barrier he was subconsciously putting up. The conflict still had him averting his eyes.

"What do you say? Will you wear that delectable green dress you had on the other night?"

Her eyes widened briefly, followed by a bright smile.

"Oh, when they graciously awarded each of us with 5000 gold for saving the city?" she joked, "I didn't know you liked it that much."

"I was quite upset they wouldn't leave Karlach and Wyll's portions with us. For safekeeping! Aren't we the trusthworthy, brave heroes?" Astarion countered, "As for the dress. Darling, have you seen yourself? Most things look amazing on you. And off you."

Tav pursed her lips in amusement.

"You know that was an easy one."

"Yes," mused Astarion, placing his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her closer, kissing the space between her eyebrows. The next one was laid on her nose. Before he could get to her lips, Tav leaned in and completed the process for him. A little smirk and kisses that trailed to his ear were followed with shoving Astarion down into the beddings this time. She settled over him and dragged her teeth over his bottom lip, earning herself a groan.

"We're not in a hurry yet, are we?" she hummed, leaving Astarion just enough space to pull her back into him. They devolved into sighs and shuffling of sheets. Yes, they had their troubles. But just for the moment, those could wait, drowned in the desires of new love. Part 2 will appear at some point

[killmongerskeeper]

At The Body Shop // Shuri

Pairing: TattooArtist!Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: This Shuri fic came to mind while I was in the middle of writing something completely different. HEAR ME OUT!

Your fingers grazed the flier in your hands as you read over each word littering the page. Free Tattoos? Depending on the area and how big? The princess of Wakanda made it known that she had another passion aside from the lab. One she could pursue whenever she didn't have a sequence in her face. You knew this because you worked under her. You knew the princess in her natural element. But you've never seen her outside work in person. So why not do it now. Grabbing your phone you typed in the url and went to make an appointment for the next day. Under the question of what tattoo you want done, you type in surprise me. After hitting submit you smile to yourself and head to the market for some groceries. Throughout the day you couldn't help but think about what she would say seeing you walk in her shop. Would she reprimand you? Laugh at you? Yeah you have a crush on her but she can't figure that out just because you scheduled an appointment with her. Right? You had half a mind to cancel but you saw your best friend walking through the market. 

"Y/N! Hey! Getting dinner for tonight?" She asked as she sat across from you at the table. "Yeah. Also trying to figure out how to get out of something." She raised an eyebrow before leaning closer.

"What did you do?"

"I booked an appointment to get a tattoo. At Shuri's place." When you finished your sentence she couldn't help how her eyes widened at your confession. "Princess Shuri? Where did you get the courage to do that?" She questioned and you shrugged. "Maybe it's a good thing. You talk about her enough." You scoffed as you noticed the time and had to go home to make dinner. Before you split to go your separate ways she grabbed your arms and grinned. "I say go for it. What's the worst that can happen?" 

It was the next morning and your appointment was in less than an hour. You could back out now. You cursed yourself for waiting this long as you ate breakfast silently. Finally swallowing your fear you finished your morning routine and grabbed your purse to be on your way. Don't want to be late for your appointment. Your palms started to get sweaty as you neared the location of the shop. Maybe you can be a couple minutes late. That way you won't seem so desperate. But Shuri likes her schedule to be correct. She'd have a fit if you were late. Or maybe you could- 

"Excuse me ma'am. Are you okay?" A voice asked and you realized you were just standing in one spot. Must have been long enough for someone to grow concerned. You gave the woman a small nod and she went on about her business. You continued your walk and when you reached the door you took the chance to take a deep breath before going inside. The scenery was as you suspected. Clean. Organized. It screamed Shuri. Your admiration of the place was interrupted when a woman caught you attention. "Hey. Do you have an appointment today?"

"Uh yeah with the princess." The woman grinned as she pulled up your information. "It's just Shuri. She like to leave the formalities out the door." She gave a small smile as two other voices caught your attention. There she was letting another client past her and towards the front. 

"Take care alright! See you next week to finish the color." She waved before her eyes found your form. She was taken aback but quickly recovered as she flipped her gloves off. "There's a face I would never have expected to set foot in here." You quickly straighten your back before flashing a small smile. 

"I can say the same. It's different seeing you outside the lab Princess." She gave a soft grin before toying with her kimoyo beads. "Call me Shuri. My lab self is back at the palace." Her eyes held a glint of amusement as she watched you fidget with the hen of your dress. 

"Surprise me? You didn't even pick what you wanted, how am I supposed to know?" She laughed as you shrugged your shoulders. "Come on back." You followed her through the doors and sat on the chair. She started to sterilize all her tools as you kicked your feet, anxious with the whole thing. Your eyes trailed over the tattoos painted on her skin and you took notice just how many there were. 

"So, tattoos huh?" You questioned as you let your nerves calm, watching her prepare. 

She let out a soft chuckle while putting on her gloves before looking up at you. "Sitting in the lab all day everyday wasn't that good for my health. Sometimes you have to be a bit spontaneous." You understood what she came from as working 24/7 on sequence after sequence did put you in a bad head space once. "Place?

"Oh um. I honestly don't know. Didn't think I'd get this far. I thought I would've chickened out by now." You told her and her eyes found yours. Curiosity swimming in her brown orbs that you tried not to drown in. You tore your gaze away, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"Why would you chicken out?" She questioned and you zipped your lips shut not trying to give yourself away. Like I like you and being in the same room as you makes me swoon. Can't exactly say that outloud. 

"Oh me and needles just don't get along. That's all." She gave a small nod as she sat up patiently waiting for you. You tried to think of something before you just went out and said a rose. She let a light scoff leave her lips as she grabbed her pen and paper. 

"Want to match with me huh?" She grinned as she drew out an assortment of roses. Your eyes traveled down to the rose on her shoulder and felt your cheeks heat up. Good job Y/N. She held out the paper to you and you were impressed by how fast she drew out some ideas. Well she's a scientist. It comes natural to her. "Where do you want it?" Your eyes widened as you shook your head of your thoughts as you pointed to your inner thigh. "You want your first tattoo to be there?"

"Have to be spontaneous sometimes." You stated repeating her own words and she shook her head, letting a laugh fill the room. Her laugh made you smile as you kicked your feet. She got to work and you were surprised how well you were taking it. The tattoo of course. You don't know what you'd do if she had her way with you on this chair. You would catch yourself staring as she worked beautifully on your thigh. It didn't take long for her to finish as it was a small tattoo and she announced she was done, breaking you from your trance. 

"That wasn't so bad now was it. You did so well." She smiled and you felt your stomach flutter at her praise. She sat the tool down on the table before starting the aftercare. The lotion she used was cold to your skin and you hissed lightly as she rubbed it over your thigh. You'd be lying if you said her touch didn't have an affect on you. She was gentle as she massaged the area and you felt your panties get a bit damp. "All done." 

"Wow! It looks great. Stings a bit though." 

"Aw would you want me to kiss it better?" She stifled a laugh as she bit her lip and your body shivered. You had hoped it went unnoticed but of course with your luck and her panther senses she saw it. "Answer me Y/N." Her voice was low enough to make you clench on air as she slowly walked between your legs. You gave a small nod and she gently grabbed your chin. "Use your words." 

"Yes." You whimpered before her lips captured your in a heated kiss. All the feelings you held for the princess tipped over as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, letting your fingers play in the curls on the back of her neck. Her tongue explores every inch of your mouth as she takes full control of the kiss. She pulled away to pepper small kisses down your neck and shoulder before a light knock is heard from the door. 

"Yeah?"

"Your next appointment is here. He's waiting in the lobby." The woman from earlier said before walking away. 

"Talk about bad timing." She mumbled as you put a finger to her chin, turning her face to look at you. You gave her a soft peck before she helped you down from the chair. "I'll see you in the lab tomorrow then. Maybe we could talk about another tattoo. Or the kiss." You nodded with a bright smile giving her hand a light squeeze as she escorted you to the front. 

"I'll definitely set up another appointment soon. 10 out of 10. Shuri." You said poking her stomach. "Oh wait, I forgot to pay you." She kissed your temple before putting a finger to her lips, urging you to stop worrying. 

"You already did."

[bettathanyou]

The Choices That Make Us, Part 2

Look at that, a double feature! I know the quotes of his memories don't align chronologically with Sofia calling him "Ceedric", but we're doing it for the sake of angst. Final Part will actually be not as gut wrenching, pinky swear it

TRIGGER WARNINGS

IMPLICATIONS OF SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND COMMITING THE ACT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Cedric stands at the balcony again, the same siren song beckoning him to hop the railing and just do it- to jump off, feel his world slow down as his body raced to the cold, hard pavement below and then finally, every ache and raging storm within himself will quiet.

That's what Cedric really wanted. For everything to be still, all around him but most of all inside of him.

To be in a position of royal sorcerer was already stressful enough, but to be dragged around like a mutt on a leash- only to be beaten down with verbal stones when he can't perform a trick correctly.

To say he felt dehumanized was an understatement.

The sorcerer groans, holding his head in his hands as the embarrassment and shame wrack his body again, tasting the tang of blood in his mouth as he bites the inside of his cheek- an old habit that has now become compulsive whenever bad memories resurfaced.

"Stop! You're making it worse!"

I know. I'm sorry, Cordelia. My hands ruin everything they touch, and I've never stopped trying to atone for it.

"Not much of a sorcerer, is he?"

I tried, didn't I? Wasn't that enough? ....Why wasn't that ever enough?

"Just as bad as that Cedric guy from Enchancia..."

Yeah... I suppose I really am a bad, piece of shit person. No one believed I was good anyways, and I think I'm starting to see why.

"We're stuck with him..."

Cedric gulps, well, gasps really- his lungs can't seem to find oxygen now, and his tears were free flowing rivers of torment running down redden cheeks.

Blinking away more tears, he realizes he was leaning over the rail again- when did he start doing that tonight? Was it just muscle memory now, to look down at the ground beneath him with an aching, burning feeling in his chest that could only be described as longing?

"You won't... be stuck- with me forever..." Cedric's voice garbled out the words between gasps, feeling the bob and sway of his balance fighting against the pull of gravity. His throat burns, a lump forming in his throat- good. There was nothing much left to say now, his mind was made up, and-

"Mr. Ceedric?"

A sweet, innocent voice cuts through the haze with the sharpness of a knife, making the sorcerer still. Whatever breath he had left was stolen, coming out of his mouth in a wheeze.

Shit.

Why now, must he be disturbed? Can he truly not get one goddamn moment to himself, for once?

"Mr. Ceedric? Why are you hanging over the railing like that-? It's not safe!"

He purses his lips shut tight, afraid of what words might come out of his mouth and even more afraid that if he tried to talk he would break down into tears right then and there.

He hopes in vain the princess would just leave- maybe if he stood still long enough, didn't make a sound, she'd leave. People seem to have no trouble ignoring him... Well.

Almost everyone, it seemed.

"Mr. Ceedric...?"

He feels the briefest touch of small fingers wrapping around the fabric of his robe, tugging to get his attention. Cedric flinched from the contact, harder than either of them expected. He hears her small heels scrape against the stone floor, clearly startled by his response.

Hot, boiling shame courses through his veins, and of course, whenever Cedric is faced with shame, somehow anger is the only thing that he defaults to, to cover it up.

"It's CEDRIC, Ced-ric!" He retorts, barely keeping his voice steady as he furiously swiped the tears off his face. Cedric's lanky body slides off the railing, on the side that kept his feet planted on solid ground once again.

He inhales a deep breath, trying to stop his heart from racing. Cedric felt like it was thundering so loud in his ears, surely Sofia could hear it? Either way, he didn't want to know.

"What do you want-? And why didn't you knock, princess, you always knock!" He asks defensively, meaning to scold the child- but out loud, there was evident panic lacing his voice. Panic at the idea of having being caught, of having someone- no, not just someone, Sofia, almost witness him commit-

"I did knock, Mr. Ceedric...!" Sofia protested, biting her lip in a nervous manner.

Cedric blinked, a clumsy, half-hearted "What?" being his only response.

"...You didn't answer, so I..." Sofia pauses, a skittish air about her that makes Cedric want to jump off the balcony right then and there, for making such a sweet girl feel scared around him.

"I got worried."

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 107 - Growth and Loss

Gemma and Lulu are aging up today!

Ophelia gets a few more cuddles (and raspberries) in with Gemma while she's still her little baby.

As much as she'd like it, Gemma doesn't get ALL the attention this morning.

Ophelia: Looks like you have Daddy's eyes… Maybe you got his hair too. You definitely got his appetite.

Lulu: slurps

The cake Ophelia makes is topped with far too many candles but hey, who cares when it's this cute? It's almost time for the birthday girls to age up!

Wow, that thing that's usually in Mommy and Daddy's room is downstairs now! Gemma likes babbling at whatever's inside of it. Maybe they can be friends someday.

Ophelia: Alright, muffin, guess I can't put off the inevitable. My first baby's going to be a toddler…

Xander: Lemon Cake, a toddler is still basically a baby.

Ophelia: Yeah but still…

Ophelia: Alright, here we go! Give the candles a big blow, like Mommy!

Ophelia demonstrates how to blow them out and Gemma does her best to imitate her but mostly spits all over the cake. Ophelia's definitely the one who blew them out but Gemma at least feels like she did it.

Gemma: Yay!

Gemma had one more milestone in her before she aged up! Her first word!

Gemma is now a toddler!

She's gone from cautious to independent, and she was a top-notch infant! Xander and Ophelia's love and care must have given her the confidence she needs to be an independent queen 👑

Lulu is now an infant! Much like the average Lululemon girlie after a good yoga session, Lulu is calm. I swear, I rolled such perfect traits for both girls.

Ophelia has a toddler and an infant, she needs all the help she can get because she never gets to sleep again.

Ophelia goes to the bathroom, not expecting Gemma to follow her.

Gemma: Mommy, potty!

Ophelia: Oh, do you want to try using the potty? Okay, sure thing, Gem.

To Ophelia's surprise, Gemma successfully uses the potty on her first try, no accidents or messes.

Ophelia: Good job, big girl! Let's wash our hands, okay?

Gemma's so proud of herself!

Xander gave Gemma some pureed apple and spinach for dinner, which is where we discover Gemma's first quirk: picky eater. Looks like there was a reason she was so unsure about half of the baby food she ate.

Gemma thought her dinner was yucky, but she was hungry enough to eat it all. After all, Daddy said she needs to be good because tomorrow is Winterfest! She doesn't really know what that means but Daddy's never been wrong before!

Xander takes Gemma upstairs to get her ready for bed.

Xander: Alright, muffin, time for your first night in your new big girl bed. You excited?

Gemma: Yeah!

Xander: That's the spirit!

This independent kiddo loves not being in a crib anymore.

Xander: Father Winter's coming tomorrow. Do you know who that is?

Gemma sleepily shakes her head.

Xander: He gives presents to good little boys and girls. I'm sure he'll have a great present for you.

Who doesn't love presents?

Xander tucks his daughter in and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Xander: Night, Muffin. If you need anything, come get me or Mommy, okay?

Gemma: Otay, Daddy.

Gemma dozes off before Xander can even shut off the lights.

Ophelia's sleepy ass was trying to get some shuteye too when Sweet Potato came in and screamed until she woke up.

Ophelia: No, bad boy! You need to be quiet when we're sleeping!

Message received.

Uh oh. Looks like we just learned Gemma's second quirk: Light Sleeper.

Now that she's not in her crib anymore, she can get out and play whenever she wants!

Ophelia's still awake when she hears Gemma babbling, so she comes to take care of her rugrat.

Ophelia: Back to bed with you, missy!

She's glad she talked to Becca about her health concerns. No matter what she looks like, she knows she'll be here for her family for a long time.

Ophelia's about to go back to sleep when she gets a call from… her dad? Why's he calling? Why didn't she block his number? Guess she didn't think about it. He's never been much of a talker.

Ophelia thinks about ghosting him but her curiosity gets the best of her.

Ophelia: Hello?

Richard: Ophelia. Th-Thank you for picking up.

He sounded shaken up.

Ophelia: It's like 1 AM. Is everything okay?

He sighs deeply.

Richard: No, I… I'm afraid not.

Richard: Ophelia, it's your mother. She got hurt and the doctor, he did his best…

He swallows.

Richard: She didn't make it.

[fragileizywriting]

"they want you to forget that girls are made of meat."

okay, okay. okay. okay, okay, okay. not exactly what he expected his luka to say, but then again, he's probably (hopefully) spitting out absolute nonsense because adrien's not paying attention. he's in the middle of conversing with tikki, trying to find a way back home— he has a marker, somehow they've found a few scraps of paper, and they're doodling plans on how to get the akuma to show back up and take them home and still manage to not hurt people in this universe— but his concentration is completely shot dead with the admission of one of the arguably weirdest sentences he's ever heard in his entire life.

so he looks up.

"try again?" adrien asks.

"they want you to forget that girls are made of meat."

"i appreciate you repeating yourself," adrien drawls, lips quirking up at the sides even though he's stressed to the point of pulling at his hair. how many cups of coffee has he had in the past two hours alone? no one's complained when he's made his crawl to the coffee pot, and it seems like every time he pours coffee, it's still steaming and hot and there's sugar in the cupboard, so it doesn't seem like it's offensive to anyone in the house. who knows, though. the older luka usually looks disappointed whenever he passes by, though says absolutely nothing. "what's your point, though?"

"girls."

that's when the other adrien starts chortling— it's half wheeze, half laugh, something like he's got something stuck in his throat but can't afford to get it out because he's too busy hiding behind a hand. he's on the other side of the dining table, setting down his book, raising a brow (is he allowed to call it an elegant brow, even if it's someone who looks nearly identical to him? there's an air of posh to him, something rich, something that he just can't explain.) in the young luka's direction.

"need a chew toy, luka?" the other adrien teases.

luka's emboldened, now that everyone's giving him attention. after all, it's only the four of them, because both marinette's had left to go shopping, suspiciously waving the other adrien's plastic card like she was trying to flag a ship down, claiming that she couldn't wait to max it out. the lack of worry from anyone at the admission made adrien sweat. but the older luka strums away at the guitar, and the older adrien reads his book, and his luka goofs off on his phone, and adrien continues to plan on how to get out of this universe as fast as possible so they're not intruding.

but luka. luka, luka, luka. luka, who owns a predator miraculous, cannot sit still for longer than a few minutes, poor guy. it's in the way his leg is constantly moving, and his hands are spinning god knows what, always needing something to fiddle with.

so it doesn't surprise adrien at all when luka leans forward in his chair, black inky hair falling over his brows, and lips quirking in that boyish way that gets adrien's heart racing all the time. "all i'm saying is, you ever look at a girl and think about how squishy they are?"

yes. often.

"are you talking about kitty?"

"just in general."

huh. well. "she's mostly muscle," adrien finds himself lobbying. "she's soft, but her thighs are all beef."

"i like beef."

"she'll put you in a chokehold."

luka looks undeterred. "this isn't going to make me not want this."

older luka interrupts with a noncommital hum. "you could hurt someone if you actually bite, though."

"oh, tell me about it." the younger luka rolls his eyes, pulling up his long-sleeve. right there, nestled in between giant snake tattoos, are indents from someone's mouth— adrien was there for the story, where kitty had finally given in and had latched like a bear trap, right on luka's arm when he'd been annoying her to the point of frustration. she'd refused to let go. luka knew better than to pull her away, and instead, was crushing her into his arm so she would have to let go in order to breathe. adrien had walked in on what he presumed to have been the weirdest foreplay in existence, with kitty hissing and spitting and luka growling right back.

luka's eyes are shining with admiration and fondness. "this came from kitty."

"you wear it like a souvenier," the other adrien muses.

"it is. after all, it's not every day a girl bites the jesus out of you. they just forget to tell you that girls are biteable, too."

"you planning on biting one day?"

"we've got to wear matching bitemarks, don't we?"

adrien murmurs to tikki to remind him to always carry a video camera on him, just for the occassion.

[nogenderbee]

When I saw the event, I was like "oh, who would I got?"

So yeah.. here it is!

> What nickname would you call your lover? Hmm I don't really romantic, but maybe Pretty girl/boy, Butterfly, My Queen/King, Princess/Prince

> What are your hobbies? Cooking and Baking! I love making food, dessert etc and let someone close to me eat that and give advice.

> What's your perfect date idea? Go to cat cafe, cinema, and having picnic in the park! But I also like stay in my room, cuddle with them.

> What's something you hate in others : when they didn't tell me the truth, since I'm kinda dense..

> What are yours main 3-5 (or more if you want!) personality traits?:

First I'm really Honest(or blunt?) When someone show their work and ask me, I'll answers properly (give them some criticism?) And give advice.

Second, I love cat!

Then, for some more information, my love language is pysical touch(giving)

I really need someone who can encourage me with word when I felt down (also hug me)

> What's activity/hobby do you like? Try to make food/dessert that I never make and play in arcade!

> What's activity/hobby you don't like? Cleaning my room.. hehe

Anyway, that's all! Thank you so much!

-🚂

Of course! Let's see hehe~

So your pair is...

🥁🥁🥁

An Shiraishi!

⊱ okey so I feel like "pretty girl" would suit An the best but it may be just my simping heart

⊱ as for hobbies, you both enjoy baking! And she can't say she minds you giving her free stuff to try as she'd definitely do the same~

⊱ if you were to go to cafe, she'd probably choose other than her dad's, she likes it but she wants it to be more romantic. As for picnic dates, you can expect her to bring lots of goods! Especially ones that she remembered you like~

⊱ she definitely doesn't mind your hoenstly as she usually prefers to hear your honest opinion! As for physical touch... you're always hugging! Your both love language is physical touch so whenever you meet you always hold hands, hug or any things like that!

⊱ don't worry about encouragement because you can bet she'll give you it all the time! And when you feel down, it's goes extra! She'll always have some goods, coffee or hot chocolate and she'll be ready to spoil you with kind words and hugs!

⊱ she definitely likes arcades herself so you definitely go to ones sometime! Be it a simple hangout or a date, you two have a lot of fun and maybe even make few small bets for more fun!

You were sitting in Shiraishis cafe, waiting for An to finish her work or to have a bit of free time so she can finally pay some attention to you. And when you were in your thoughts, you could see coffee/hot chocolate sliding right in front of you, and when you looked up, you saw no one else than your girlfriend smiling.

"What's that for?"

"To make you cheer up, silly! I don't like seeing you bored so I thought a drink may keep you occupied and relax you a bit! Aaaand I also finished all my current orders so we can both enjoy our drinks~"

And in that moment, she sat next to you with her own coffee in hand. She finally had her full attention on you and now, you had pleasent chat!

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[birdyverdie]

She's still able to fly around and she's eating and drinking still. But she's lethargic and fluffed up. Though shes still in a chipper mood. She still hisses before allowing me to pet her...and she's still following her simple commands.

Man. That's wild. I had her since I was about 7 years old. She was with us for 13 years.

Just me rambling about her:

She was gifted to us, from an older couple that were leaving the country and couldn't take her with them. I never thought to ask them for how long they had her but she was definitely older than a year. Honestly she could've been somewhere between a year or 5. I genuinely can't be certain. I could be pre-grieving a 20 year old bird! Average life expectancy is 12-20 years

She came to us in such a small small cage. They'd never let her out, and she was fed an only seed diet. She had to hang upside down from within her cage to stretch her wings full length, and she looked so so sad. I instantly wanted to get her out of that cage and get her to befriend the other 2 budgerigars I had.

Of course, even as I was 7 years old I had dedicated a lot of time and research into taking care of birds, and the first thing I begged my parents for to get her a huge cage with a bunch of toys.

I knew it wouldn't do to force her in the bigger cage like that, so the first step was to just...open her small small cage door and chatter to her in my tiny, high pitched voice. Til she got used to me, and my hands and voice.

It took weeks, of course, before I could pet her head without her biting at my fingers. And I think she learned to do a hiss first before allowing a pet because I used to mimic her hissing before approaching.

The first trick she learned was "arriba" which means "up" in Spanish. Unfortunately I never taught her down so sometimes I'd desperately need to put her down and she just...wouldn't leave. I still feel bad for accidentally throwing her on the floor when she couldn't fly yet.

She always had all her feathers on her wings. But she...never really knew how to use them. I started small with teaching her. Getting her on my finger to then lightly move her up and down so that she'd open and flap her wings to keep her balance. Then putting distance between her favorite snack millet and a chair so that she'd jump across the gap.

I used to take her outside too, but she was terrified of the grass and tree branches so I never ended up free flying her. Or any of my birds, really, since hawks are prevalent in my area.

The day she actually flew around the house we basically threw a mini party for her.

That was in high school. And before Covid, when I was still living at my parents house and could see her everyday she'd fly around and follow me and my mom (her favorites) and sing and screech and reply your whistling. She never learned to really...mimic so to say. She'd only ever reply to any whistling tune of yours. She'd also do a lot of "where are you" calls whenever I wasnt in her bird room. And whenever she could (and I allowed her) she'd fly to the dining table and steal whatever food she could get her beak on. Her favorites to steal are cooked pinto beans.

It was also with those trips that I learned that birds can't taste spicy stuff because I nearly lost my mind when Maggie dipped her whole face in the spicy salsa my mom just made and I thought she was dying cuz she looked desperately around for water. (She was fine, the salsa was just freshly made and so it was hot to the touch. Poor Maggie.)

Honestly, I remember playing a lot with her as a kid, and nowadays I kinda regret not being as attentive to her. University came and I got a place nearer to the University so I couldn't come back home from weeks at a time. My birds started stress plucking. I felt so so bad. But I literally couldn't bring pets. I'd return as much as I could, but at some point...well, I guess we became a little distant. Over time Maggie understood and she got better with her plucking (with a lot of love from my mom too), but some of my other birds still suffer. My poor, sweet menace-of a-bird Avalon especially.

I guess now is the perfect time to hang out with her as much as I still can.

Took my bird to the vet cuz she was showing signs of illness and they told me she's perfectly healthy except that she's just old and probably facing the last few weeks of her life.... fucking devastated

Maggie... she's about 15 years old :(

[runnning-outof-time]

My Girl | Arthur Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Summary: Arthur can't admit his feelings to (Y/N), but he can almost get into a fight for her.

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, violence (typical to series), unwanted attention

Word Count: 2171

A/N: I hope this one makes sense...I wasn’t quite sure how to end it. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

———

"Arthur Shelby, you cannot keep coming in here and stealing my scones!" (Y/N) exclaimed as she came out into the storefront from the backroom.

"You said they were on the house, love," Arthur responded, his mouth still full of the pastry he was in the middle of eating.

"I said the first one was on the house, weeks ago, because I needed someone to try it," she clarified, "I expect you to be paying for every other one that you've taken since...but I should give up those hopes, shouldn't I?"

"They're fucking delicious," he commented, taking another bite. (Y/N) shook her head as she let out a sigh.

"Is there any other reason why you've come into my shop? Or did you just want to steal yourself a snack?" she asked him with raised eyebrows.

"I..." he paused, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to the Garrison later tonight? We're coming off of a good outing at the races and wanted to celebrate it," he then explained the main reason behind his presence.

(Y/N) tapped her chin, making it look like she was thinking for a few moments when in reality, she knew her answer in a heartbeat. "I suppose I could stop by," she then answered him, a soft smile forming on her face as she tried to downplay the amount of excitement she was feeling. It was always a good time whenever she met with the Shelby boys at the Garrison, and she'd never turn down an opportunity to spend time with the man she had a crush on.

"That's what I want to hear," Arthur grinned after her answer registered in his mind. "We'll be there at seven, so you best get there by then," he gave her some more details into the plans for the night.

"I will," she nodded, a smile on her face as he began walking to the door of her shop.

"I'll see you then, (Y/N)!" he called to her just before he opened the door.

"Be safe, Arthur!" she called back to him, her standard farewell to him whenever he left.

"Always," he turned just enough to send her a wink before he opened the door and walked through its threshold.

(Y/N) exhaled a long sigh in hopes that it would calm herself down. She always got this giddy feeling inside of her whenever she was around Arthur. It felt like she had a silly school girl crush on him, and she often kicked herself for it because she was a grown woman. Arthur also didn't seem to share the same feelings as her, so she spent most of her time around her trying to convince herself that he wasn't interested in her, and therefore she shouldn't be in him either. But it was easier said than done.

So she tried to get back to work and ensure that the time would pass quickly, the excitement building up inside of her as she thought of her evening plans.

——

(Y/N) walked through the doors of the Garrison at a quarter to seven. She liked being early getting to places, no matter where she was going. She peaked into the snug and saw that the guys weren't there yet, so she decided to go over to the bar and order herself a drink. Before she was able to call Harry over, a man came up to her.

"You're looking like you want to drink...lemme accompany you, baby," his said with a grin as he leaned himself up against the counter.

"I get my drinks for free," (Y/N) responded to him, trying to politely ask him to leave.

He didn't seem to get the hint. "Oh I'm sure you do," his grin grew as he leaned in closer, "with a body like that I'm sure you're getting drinks handed to you left and right," his lips were too close to her ear for her comfort, and she tried to stop her entire body from shivering as he spoke.

"The owners are friends of mine, actually," she then dispelled his thoughts, a tight-lipped smile forming on her face as he pulled back to stand upright again.

"Ah so you're in with the Shelby brothers?" he questioned with raised eyebrows, his grin still very much present.

"I am," she nodded, internally hoping that the man would drop interest and leave her alone.

But he didn't. "You should get yourself a drink and come over to my table...tell my buddies and I just how you managed to get in with some powerful men," he suggested a new idea, one that once again made her skin crawl. She turned away from him in hopes that he'd see her disinterest, but the next thing that was said made her body freeze up. "Maybe we'll find out how to get you in with us," his voice was by her ear again, and now his hand was brushing across the small of her back. "What do you say, there, doll?" a smirk was present in his voice as she was unable to hide her shudder this time. He must've mistook her hesitance for attraction.

"What the fuck is going on here?" a voice from behind her was her saving grace, and if the man wasn't still so close to her, she would have let out the breath she was holding in out of relief. "And why the fuck is your grimey hand on my girl?"

The man lifted his head up from next to (Y/N)'s ear to see a very pissed off Arthur Shelby stalking over to him with a deadly look on his face. "I just wanted to learn this pretty little lady's secrets," he kept up his cool façade, his grin not yet wavering.

"Right..." Arthur let out a chuckle in spite of the man before he continued, "so did you not hear me refer to her as my girl?" he asked, his gravelly voice sending shivers through (Y/N)'s spine, and she wasn't the one his words were directed at, "and you've still got your dirty fucking hand on her," he added, his firey eyes dropping down to where the man's hand was sitting against (Y/N)'s waist.

"What so you've got some fucking claim on her?" the man countered, his eyebrow raising in challenge.

"No," Arthur shook his head, "but she should be treated with some fucking respect."

"Arthur," (Y/N) tried to get him to back down, but his eyes were zeroed in on the other man.

"And what do you Peaky Blinder fuckers know about respect, huh?" the man continued taunting.

"That's fucking it," Arthur grumbled before lunging between (Y/N) and the man so that he could grab hold of his shirt and bunch it up in his hand. "Say that again," now he was the one doing the taunting.

"You gonna cut me?" the man still hadn't lost his bravado yet.

"Arthur, leave it," (Y/N) tried to reason with him again as she gently tugged on his one shoulder.

"You want me to?" Arthur asked, then cocking his fist back as he readied himself to punch the guy. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of what she knew was going to happen.

"Alright, break it up!" Harry came rushing over from the backroom to break apart the two high-tempered men. "There will be no fighting in my bar! You, drop it...you, leave now," he continued, looking to Arthur first and then the man as he addressed each of them accordingly. Arthur held his glare as he begrudgingly let go of the other man's collar so that he could be escorted to the doors.

"You alright, love?" Arthur then turned to (Y/N), who was still standing in the same spot as before.

"I'm fine," she answered with a nod and a slight huff.

"The mood's been burned, hasn't it?" he asked her, a bit of a sheepish look on his face now.

She glanced around at the bar's other patrons, who had just started to get back to their previous conversations. She nodded before looking back at Arthur. "I think it has been," she admitted, a defeated look on her face.

"Want me to walk you home?" Arthur then offered her with a hopeful look on his face.

"I'd be pulling you away from celebrating with your brothers," she was hesitant to accept his offer, calling to mind the reason why they were both there in the first place.

"They wouldn't mind," he brushed her statement off, "'sides...it wouldn't be much of a celebration without you here," he added with a smile, his words making her cheeks heat up. "Come on, let's get you home," he then waved her along with his hand, taking the first steps towards the door before (Y/N) followed suit with him.

(Y/N) tried to make and follow along with conversation on the walk home with him, but she couldn't quite get what he'd called her out of her head. My girl. Those two words kept circling through her mind, and she was fighting herself to not randomly smile and look like an idiot. She hesitated with opening her door once they got to her house, hoping that Arthur'd stick around for a bit instead of running off. "Would you want to come in?" she asked him with her fingers crossed behind her back.

"Why not?" he shrugged his shoulders, his simple answer making (Y/N) smile. She then turned and unlocked her door, allowing the both of them to enter the house. After making themselves comfortable on the two chairs she had in her sitting room, Arthur's eyebrows furrowed. "Something wrong?" he asked (Y/N), wondering why she'd gotten so quiet all of a sudden. Normally she wouldn't stop talking to him.

"No, uh..." she shook her head, silently cursing herself that she'd been caught. Of course he'd recognize the subtle change in her mannerisms.

"You sure?" he gently prodded, his one eyebrow now quirked.

Do I brush him off again? Do I give it up? How would he respond if I speak my mind? Numerous questions were circling through her head at once, making her pause before she finally let out a sigh. "Why did you refer to me as 'your girl' back at the Garrison?" she asked him, holding his gaze even though she wanted to look anywhere but at him so that she wouldn't see his reaction.

"Because you are my girl," he answered in a tone that suggested that his reasoning should have been common sense.

"No, I'm not...not officially or anything," she stumbled over her response, his words throwing her for a loop. She didn't expect him to say it so nonchalantly.

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed, his nonverbal way of showing that he was mulling over her words. "No, not yet anyways," he paused, his statement making (Y/N)'s eyes widen.

"What are you saying, Arthur?" she asked, almost daring him to say what she was hoping was on his mind.

"I...I don't know...?" it was his turn to stumble over his response, his statement coming out like a question even though he didn't intend for it to. "I...I guess what I'm saying is...is that I've got feelings for you. Seeing that guy trying to get you to go with him bothered me and I don't want anything like that to happen ever again," he paused, his eyes holding hers as he took a deep breath, "I want you to be my girl, (Y/N)."

“This is all so crazy,” (Y/N) found herself admitting before she was able to stop the words from coming out.

“It is?” Arthur was confused now.

“It is,” she affirmed with a slight head nod, “it’s crazy that you have feelings for me like I have for you...” she trailed off, her words making Arthur chuckle slightly, “and that it took you almost beating a man up to admit them to me.”

“I’d do anything for you, (Y/N),” he told her, an endearing tone laced into his words. (Y/N) laughed softly at his statement, her cheeks heating up as everything that was happening caught up to her. Was this real life? Or was she dreaming? “So what do you say?” Arthur’s question brought her out of her head, confirming to her that this was indeed real life.

“About what?” she felt so stupid asking, but she wanted to hear him say it again.

“Do you wanna be my girl?” he asked her, the corner of his lips twitching as a smile threatened to form on his face.

(Y/N) let her smile grow as she briefly looked away from him; allowing the anticipation to build up slightly. Arthur knew her answer the second she looked back in his direction. “I’d be honored to be your girl.”

———

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicallovdrms @the-anxious-youth @look-at-the-soul @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @easilyobessedbutflighty @shelbydelrey @december16-1991 @onlydeadcells @peakyswritings @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @stevie75 @dark-academia-slut @just-a-blackhole

MASTERLIST

[mikewheeleranti]

okay hear me out… robin with a bookworm!reader like she always has books with her and is constantly reading something and robin getting annoyed that her gf is paying more attention to a book rather than her so she tries to distract her! sorry if that was confusing!!

bookmark

𓇼pairing: robin buckley x reader

𓇼summary: the request! jealousy is inevitable, and sometimes you just need a little distraction.

𓇼warnings: jealousy and angst if you squint, reader is referred to as a girlfriend, set before the "mall fire," fluff, robin being the best as always

a/n: i really don't know what happened when i was writing this... please dont let this judge my writing because this is- i cannot

Robin was coming to strongly dislike the books her girlfriend was recently spending all their time reading. The lack of attention was getting to her, a bit more than she'd like to admit considering the competition was a book. This at the time "minor" issue started a few months ago with magazines. You were still talking frequently, even sharing pieces and bits of articles to Robin. You would take the stupid quizzes of who would be your boyfriend at the time, because you two were definitely interested in Rob Lowe and Tom Cruise.

This section of time in your reading "obsession," as Robin would like to call it, didn't last long. Once you had discovered your love for reading from these magazines, you started to read novels more and more. She was truly happy for you that you had found a hobby that you liked, but she felt that it was getting excessive. She had gone through at least 30 plans to get your nose out of a book.

First, she tried taking you on a simple date, thinking for sure you wouldn't bring a book. Although, when you two sat down in the field chosen for the date, you pulled what was now Robin's least favorite thing out of your bag. This time it was The Catcher in the Rye, and you offered that you sit by a tree and read it together. Your plan was to have a cute reading date, but that wasn't what she wanted at all. Robin wanted to spend time with you, she wanted to talk to you and be able to look at you.

There were many more plans that she tried to get you to give the books up. Taking you to lunch was one, thinking if there was food there would be no time or room to read. Wrong. She tried taking you to the arcade thinking you'd be busy with the games, soon realizing this wasn't the case and she was still getting nothing. After several attempts, she finally decided that she would just confront you.

Getting a ride from Steve Harrington wasn't easy, even if you were his best friend. Robin knew this all too well. He always either had a date, a girl he needed to see, or he just didn't feel like giving her a ride at the time. With much persuasion and a brief phone call between the two, Robin was getting a ride to your house and Steve was receiving 10 dollars. She didn't really know what to say to you, it was pretty hard to admit that you were aggravated by a book getting more attention than you.

"Hey, Bob. We're here." Robin hated the nickname and wasn't that happy about the fact she was pulled out of her thoughts, but she thanked him and handed him the money on the way out of the car. She patted down any wrinkles that may have been apparent in her jeans, gaining the courage to go up to your door.

When you heard somebody knocking at 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday, it wasn't the most surprising thing in the world. Thinking it was one of your friends, you put a bookmark in the novel you had recently started and went downstairs. Opening the door, you were much happier to see Robin on your doorstep.

Before you could pull her inside, she spoke up. "Can we talk?" Immediately thinking the worst about the situation, you nodded and stepped outside expecting the worst. "I'm sorry," Oh no. "I know this is going to sound stupid, but I came here to talk about you always reading. I can't help but feel like whenever we're together you don't really want to spend time with me because you're just reading and I know I'm probably overthinking and definitelytalkingtoomuch-" Realizing what she was saying, you cut her off in a very puzzled tone.

"Wait- Robin. You're jealous... of a book?" You had to ask her this, only now becoming self-aware of your habits. "Yes- Yes, I know it sounds stupid to be jealous of an inanimate object but I just felt like I should tell you how I feel."

"No, Robin I completely understand. Let me apologize I never even realized what I was doing-" The two of you were both becoming a stuttering and nervous mess, and Robin knew how to solve that problem. She held your jaw before pulling you into a soft kiss that said more than the two of you could. When you two pulled apart and looked around to make sure nobody was outside, you spoke first.

"So, no more books when I'm with you?"

i really dont know what happened when i wrote this...kill me

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

Taglist: @urie-bowie-mercury, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @dpaccione

Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

[webbedphantom]

It wasn't necessarily that he hated the nickname, he honestly didn't mind it all that much in private. His problem was that he was bullied over it back in Middle School, so he couldn't help but cringe in embarrassment whenever someone new heard it for the first time, like he was bracing himself for the teasing to come.

Of course, logically he knew she probably wouldn't do that, though he was still pleasantly surprised to hear that she didn't even call attention to it, which was something he really appreciated.

As she sat down beside him and squeezed his hand, he couldn't help the soft smile that formed on his face. As much weight as he put into big romantic gestures when it came to himself, it was the little things, little bits of affection like this, that filled his chest with butterflies.

As she began to introduce herself, Mika couldn't help the soft smile on her face. This poor girl was talking like this was a job interview. It made her wonder if this was just how she was, or if she was just that nervous about this.

"I wasn't really asking for a resume-" she replied. "Though the motorcycle is an interesting twist. You didn't strike me as the type. But you know what they say about books and covers~"

She chuckled softly to herself behind her hand.

"Still, you can't learn a whole lot about someone by just looking at what they do, because the why is just as important."

It was probably odd to hear that coming from someone who carried themselves like a carefree, quirky, party girl, but while she'd never describe herself as all that intelligent, she had a wisdom to her that most would never expect.

"For example; you mentioned your sister is a defense attorney, and that you're studying for a law degree. Which makes me curious as to whether this is something you actually want, or if it's something that was forced upon you."

RenRen? That was an interesting yet admittedly cute nickname and a quick glance at her boyfriend only told her how he felt about that nickname being said aloud. As far as nicknames went? It wasn't that bad in all honesty.

Standing up straight, she offered the other a small smile before taking her seat beside Aaron and reaching out to take one of his hands under the table to give it a small squeeze. "Of course." She had never really done anything like this before and it was turning out to be a lot more difficult than she expected. She took a moment to breathe in and out before nodding.

"Well, again, my name is Makoto Niijima... I've an older sister working as a defence attorney and am studying law at my current college." She hoped she wasn't coming off as too robotic or bland but didn't know how to describe herself in a way that didn't sound so bland. "I'm also quite fond of Motorbikes which I'm getting a license to drive soon... that's my plan anyway."