#still the other one that was sent by an anon might be doing the rounds in my head now so lets see

[vicsbasement]

So, @pitstoptaken sent me a reply with the prompt: Them being university people. They’re not really close, just know each other from friends. But one day things happen like, a 7 minute in heaven or something. “So are you gay or bi or?” // “does it really matter?”

And this came out:

“What’s his deal, anyway?” Carlos wonders, pointing with his head towards a taller guy, one that’s leaning against the wall as he intently stares at his phone. There’s a frown on his pretty features, and Lando isn’t the one to think other men are pretty, but this guy had commanded their attention from across the room. He was pretty.

“Him? Oh, that’s Charles, isn’t it?” Lando nudges Alex with his elbow and Alex nods, smiling happily as George pets his hair. “He’s a Modern Languages student, we go to the same translation theory class.”

Carlos nods along with the explanation, but a frown takes over his face. “So, there’s nothing a guy like me could ever have in common with him, huh.” Carlos muses, and Lando nods, almost solemnly. “Except…”

George places a glass, loudly, on top of the table, and grabs a glass beer bottle and a knife, making them clink and calling the room’s attention.

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” George claims, and the room erupts in equal part groans and laughter. Carlos doesn’t take his eyes off the handsome stranger, that doesn’t seem uninterested, but he couldn’t say he was on board with the idea, either.

“Volunteers can come to the kitchen floor and sit in a circle. Everyone else go back to your own conversations!” George demands, and the room erupts into laughter again, while some people move towards the kitchen.

That’s the moment the stranger looks up and catches Carlos’ stare on him. It must’ve been intense, because his expression was surprised, at first, but then, it turned… mischievous? The light wasn’t helping, though, and Carlos felt a shiver coming on when a trickle of cold sweat went down his spine at the little daring smirk the stranger was shooting his way as he, silently, walked towards George to stand directly behind him. They never broke eye contact. And Carlos tried his best to swallow around the dryness in his mouth.

Alex offered him a bottle, an eyebrow raised at him.

“You might not have to talk much with him, mate.” He joked. Carlos nodded.

Xx

Of course, George rigged the whole thing. And now Carlos is standing awkwardly in the middle of a hallway, catcalls coming from the living room, being ushered by George in the general direction of his bedroom – which of course he knows where it is, but it’s awkward, alright? – with a hand on a certain Charles Leclerc’s wrist.

Charles’ expression is almost unreadable in this light, but just judging by general feel, he doesn’t seem stiff, or nervous, he’s just an almost complete stranger that Carlos pointed out at this party. He walks quickly, still hearing the catcalls and wolf whistles, and takes a left so he can enter George’s room, closing the door behind Charles’ frame with a soft click.

“Who plays seven minutes in heaven anymore?” Charles quips, and Carlos feels caught. If he hadn’t pointed at him earlier tonight none of this would’ve happened, but now it’s too late to back out.

“It’s all George’s idea.” Carlos replies, running a nervous hand through his hair. “It was his plan to get to make out with Alex, but…”

“It landed on us, instead?” Charles wonders, and Carlos can see clearly how his eyes sparkle in the dimly lit room.

Surrounded by Lewis Hamilton posters, the whole scene isn’t how Carlos had imagined it would be, but he straightens his back, nonetheless, taking the leap to sit on the bed. At least he’s going to talk to the guy.

“What’s your name?” Charles wonders, and Carlos can’t help it, he smiles.

“I’m Carlos.” He replies. Charles shakes his head.

“You’re kidding.” Charles says, a bright smile and a soft laugh escaping him.

“No, I’m not, my name is Carlos Sainz—”

“We’re both named the same?” Charles interrupts him, and Carlos nods. He hadn’t thought about it, but there were some friends in this very college that called him Charlie, even.

“I go by Carlitos, though. You go by Charlie, right? I’ve heard Alex mention you.” Carlos says, and Charles nods. “I have some friends back home who called me Charlie, too.” Carlos admits, and Charles grins at him.

“Cats or dogs?” Charles asks him.

“Dogs.” Carlos replies, without thinking. Charles nods, agreeing with him. Then, it’s Carlos’ turn to question him.

“Do you have siblings?”

“Two brothers, I’m in the middle.”

“I’ve got two sisters and I’m in the middle, too.”

“Huh.”

“How old are you?” Carlos wonders, and Charles blushes a bright scarlet.

“I’m just shy of 21. In a month.”

“I just turned 24.”

“So you’re about to graduate?”

“Yeah, engineering. You?”

“I’m in my third year of Modern Languages.” Charles explains, and his phone pings loudly. “Actually I was checking on a group project when George called us to gather…” But he ignores the phone and sits right next to Carlos on the bed. Carlos feels the bed dip under his weight and leans towards Charles to bump his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s why you were frowning so hard.” He quips, sliding slightly closer to Charles in his movements. He didn’t seem to notice, but the next question made Carlos take pause.

“So, you were staring.” Charles says, more of a statement than a question.

“What if I was?” Carlos replies, a little defiance creeping into his tone. Charles laughs very softly, a twinkle in his eye.

“Are you straight or bi?” Charles goes right for the kill. Carlos, emboldened by the question, places a hand on Charles’ thigh.

“I’m bi. You?” He replies, clearing his throat and looking for eye contact, finding Charles’ eyes already trained on his.

“Gay.” Charles replies, almost a whisper.

“Huh.” Carlos says, inelegantly, his eyes darting towards Charles’ lips. His cupid’s bow is ridiculously charming and inviting. “Does it really matter, though? I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Carlos says, his face getting so close to Charles’ they’re sharing the same breath.

“I’ve been staring at you since you arrived.” Charles replies, his eyes trailing Carlos’ features and focusing on Carlos’ mouth as he smiles mischievously. Then, Carlos proceeds to lick his lips, and notices how Charles’ pupils start to dilate, and his eyes follow the movement.

“You’re cute.” That’s the last thing he says before he captures Charles’ mouth in his. He licks Charles’ lower lip, making him moan softly, shifting slightly on the bed to make room for Carlos to get closer, and Carlos takes the opportunity to push inside Charles’ mouth, tasting him all over. Charles is incredibly responsive, his body going pliant under Carlos’, who pushes him so he can lie on the bed. He shifts his position to lean on top of Charles, who now is lying flat on the bed’s surface.

After noticing how close Charles is to the edge of the bed, he pushes back on his knees and grabs Charles’ hips, lifting him slightly and moving him so they can both be centered, and Charles kicks off his shoes in the process. Carlos does the same and goes back to kissing Charles with abandon, but Charles takes his time, leaving soft, tantalizing bites on his lower lip, and it makes Carlos shiver.

When Charles is grabbing a fistful of hair and Carlos’ hands are roaming under Charles’ shirt, a faint knock on the door is drowned out with soft whimpers and moans as they both roll their hips together, Carlos fitting a knee between Charles’ legs and making him squirm and groan. Charles pulls at Carlos’ hair and rolls his hips once again, looking for more friction, and Carlos can’t help when a very loud moan escapes his lips.

Another knock, this time loud enough to make them pause.

“—los, the seven minutes are up!” Lando’s voice is heard behind the door, and Carlos can’t help when a petulant little moan escapes him as he leans over Charles to shield him from prying eyes in case they were to open the door.

“I heard you! Give us another second!” Carlos replies as he fixes Charles’ shirt, covering him up again. He tends to his hair, too, that got all rumpled with the pillows.

Charles giggles under him, covering his face with both hands and then using a pillow to hide his expression, but Carlos notices he’s blushing furiously.

“Hey. Charles.” Carlos says, lifting the pillow off Charles’ face and grabbing his chin so he could meet his eyes. “Do you want to go to the movies with me tomorrow night?”

Charles lets out another nervous giggle. He nods slowly, a big smile spreading across his lips and making his face light up. “Yeah. I’d love that.”

Carlos can’t help the moment he leans over again and kisses Charles, softly, tenderly, before he pushes himself off him to retrieve their shoes.

They both stand up at the same time, and as Carlos leads Charles towards the door, the other man pulls his shirt to make him turn.

“Let me fix your hair.” He mumbles, running soft fingers through the thick locks of black hair, and Carlos does everything in his power to suppress a full-body shiver. Still, unable to control himself, he pulls Charles towards him with his right arm, their chests pressed tight against each other.

“If you do that again I’m not leaving this room.” He whispers against Charles’ lips, and Charles lets out a shaky laugh before leaning in to kiss him again, Carlos reciprocating by pressing Charles against the door with a thud.

“George wants his room back!” They hear Alex shout from the other side of the door, and Carlos groans again as he is forced to break away from Charles.

“Mierda.” He curses.

Charles lets out another laugh as he turns around between Carlos’ arms and opens the door, the picture of innocence and decorum.

Until the light hits his face and his lips look bitten-red and a little sore.

[thesecondhandwoman]

Can you do grayson with thief/criminal reader

LOVING A THEIF

Grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: You were a well known criminal, the thief or Piltover. But you were also Grayson’s partner, captain of Piltover’s enforcers. All of this caused your relationship to be complicated, but it became even worse when you were caught by Marcus, and sent to life in Stillwater.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: At the top of each divider, I had to add a time skip so it made sense, so just note that.

The rain was a curtain of silver needles, sharp and relentless, drumming against the stone streets of Piltover. The glow of the hextech lamps cast long, wavering shadows, and somewhere in the maze of alleys, you ran. The cold air bit at your lungs, every breath sharp like broken glass, but the thrill of it—oh, the thrill—kept you going.

A satchel slapped against your hip, full of trinkets that would sell for a fortune topside but feed a dozen orphans in the Lanes. Every step you took echoed with the soft clinking of stolen wealth, and for a moment, you allowed yourself a grin. You were good at this. Too good, some might say.

Until tonight.

“Stop! By order of the Enforcers, stop!” Someone yelled, and the single statement made you cringe. But You knew that voice. Low, rough, and full of a desperate kind of righteousness.

Marcus.

The dog that barked far too loud and bit too deep.

You whipped around a corner, feet splashing in a puddle, heart thundering. It wasn’t just Marcus chasing you—there were more, at least three other enforcers judging by the heavy footfalls. You couldn’t see them, but you heard them. Closer now.

Too close.

You knew this part of Piltover too well, knew that if you kept running, you’d hit a dead end. But doubling back was suicide. You needed a way out. A way up.

Your eyes darted around, landing on a crate leaning against the wall. Too low.

The balcony above it? Too high.

But there, a pipe running alongside the wall. Rusted, but it would hold. It had to.

You sprinted for it, tossed your bag up first, then leapt. Your fingers curled around the pipe just as a bolt of pain lanced through your shoulder, a clawing, burning ache. You hissed, fingers tightening as you glanced down.

Marcus, his baton still raised, sneering up at you. “Gotcha, rat.”

You heaved yourself up with one arm, ignoring the throb in your shoulder. Every movement felt like fire, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

“Persistent little thing,” Marcus muttered, signaling to the others. “Circle ‘round! She’s bleeding, meaning she won’t get far.”

He was right. The wet warmth trickling down your arm was proof enough.

But they underestimated you.

They always did.

(Grayson’s Apartment—Hours Later)

Blood stained the fabric of Grayson’s shirt as she pressed it against your shoulder, her jaw set tight with a quiet, simmering rage. You sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging off the edge like a child getting scolded, biting down a hiss with every press of the cloth.

“You know,” she said, her tone sharper than any knife, “I can only cover for you so many times before it’s not just your neck on the line.” Her silver hair clung damp to her forehead, still glistening from the rain outside. “Marcus is sniffing around harder than usual. He’s not stupid, love.”

You tilted your head, grinning up at her despite the sting in your arm. “I’d argue that point.”

Her eyes darted up to meet yours, unamused but still soft in that way only she had. The kind of softness reserved for things you love but shouldn’t.

“I’m serious,” she said, gripping your chin with firm fingers. Her callouses brushed against your skin, grounding you. “You think I like playing both sides of this war? If Marcus catches you again, he won’t drag you to me. He’ll drag you straight to the Council. And I can’t help you then.”

Her voice dropped, and with it, her gaze. She released your chin and looked away, her hand braced on the counter beside you. “I hate this,” she muttered. “I hate this game we’re playing.”

Your grin faltered.

“I know,” you murmured, glancing at the door as if expecting someone to kick it down. “But you knew what I was when we started this, Gray. You knew I wasn’t ever gonna be… clean.”

“Don’t.” Her voice was quiet but firm, sharp as broken glass. “Don’t act like you’re dirt underfoot. What you do for the kids in Zaun — I know why you do it. I know. But knowing doesn’t make it any safer.”

Her hand settled on your thigh, fingers curling lightly, and you leaned into her touch. There wasn’t much softness in your life. But this? This was yours.

“I’ll be careful,” you said, and for once, you meant it. “I’ll lay low for a while.”

Her fingers squeezed your leg.

“Promise me.”

You hesitated, and lying to Grayson was like cutting your own heart out.

“I promise.”

And for a time, you both believed it, but Grayson also knew you could be a bit stubborn with your words.

(Stillwater Prison—A Few Days Later)

You didn’t hear them coming. You’d been too focused on the metal lock in front of you, working it with a thief’s patience. The distant sounds of footsteps didn’t register until it was too late.

A sharp whistle behind you.

“Breakin’ into Stillwater, huh? Gutsy.”

You froze, lockpick still in hand. Slowly, you turned your head. Marcus. Standing there with a squad of enforcers behind him, smug as ever. His baton spun lazily in his hand.

“Y’know, I thought you’d be smarter,” he said, stepping closer, his boots heavy against the stone floor. “Grayson ain’t here to save you now, sweetheart.”

You braced yourself to run, but Marcus shook his head, letting out a little ‘tch’. “Uh-uh. Not this time.”

Two enforcers moved faster than you could react, hands gripping your arms, wrenching them back. You thrashed, teeth bared like a cornered animal.

“Get off me!” you snarled, feet kicking, head swinging. “You think this’ll end well for you, Marcus? You think Grayson won’t—”

“Grayson ain’t calling the shots anymore,” Marcus sneered, stepping forward, his face so close you could smell the rain on his coat. “You think she’s untouchable, but guess what? Council’s takin’ a closer look at her, too.”

That made you pause, heart sinking into your stomach.

“What are you talking about?”

Marcus grinned, baring his teeth. “Her leash just got shorter. They’re watchin’ her now. Which means you?” He laughed, low and mean. “You’re fair game.”

The crack of his baton against your temple was the last thing you felt before darkness took you.

(Grayson’s Office—The Next Day)

“You should’ve told me sooner,” Grayson said quietly, her back turned to Marcus, hands braced on her desk. Her knuckles were white from how hard she gripped it. “I would’ve handled it.”

Marcus shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Handled it how, Captain? Council said you’re too close to her. Said someone else’d be deciding what happens to her.”

Grayson’s head turned just enough for him to see the sharp cut of her glare.

“She’s mine,” she said, low and dangerous.

“Not anymore,” Marcus replied, too smug for his own good. “She’s Council property now. Best you stay out of it, Captain. Wouldn’t want them thinkin’ you’re compromised.”

He left her there, fists trembling against the desk.

(The Cell—Later That Night)

The cold stone of the cell pressed against your back, the chains on your wrists rattling every time you moved. You’d lost track of time. Hours? Days? Didn’t matter. You’d been in worse places. But it was the silence that ate at you, gnawed at you like a hungry rat.

She’d come for you. She always did.

But when the cell door opened, it wasn’t her.

Two enforcers stepped in, faces blank, eyes dull. Not Marcus. Not Grayson. Strangers.

“On your feet,” one of them barked.

Your heart pounded harder, faster. “Where are you taking me?”

The other enforcer grinned, pulling you to your feet with a yank.

“Council’s got plans for you, thief.”

Panic set in, wild and sharp. Grayson wasn’t here. No one was.

You fought like hell.

(The Courtroom—In the Morning)

The courtroom smelled of old parchment, sweat, and something faintly metallic — like blood that had dried on stone. Sunlight streamed in from high, arched windows, slanting across the cold marble floors in sharp golden beams. It might have been beautiful if you weren’t chained to a chair, beaten and bruised, with half of Piltover staring down at you like a caged animal on display.

Your head hung low, a mat of tangled hair falling over your face. The left side of your face was swollen, your eye barely open. Your ribs ached with every breath, thanks to Marcus’s baton. Dried blood clung to your lips and the corner of your mouth. But you sat upright. Pride wouldn’t let you do otherwise.

You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

“Thief. Subverter of Piltover’s justice. A known criminal with a history of jailbreaks, sabotage, and theft,” the council elder’s voice echoed through the chamber, his words hitting harder than Marcus’s baton ever could. His gaze was cold, unwavering. “Today, the council convenes to pass judgment on one who has stolen not only from Piltover’s coffers but from its dignity.”

He looked down at you like you were already buried six feet under. “Have you anything to say before sentencing is passed?”

You tilted your head, wincing at the ache in your neck. Blood still lingered on your tongue, sharp and metallic. You scanned the room, letting your one good eye fall on Marcus, who leaned against the wall like he owned the place, arms crossed, smug grin plastered on his face.

Then your gaze found her.

Grayson.

Her silver hair gleamed in the pale light, her Enforcer’s uniform pressed sharp and crisp. She stood in the back, silent, arms folded tightly. She wasn’t looking at the council. She was looking at you.

Her face was stone, but you knew her tells. The twitch of her jaw. The hard clench of her fingers against her bicep. She hated this. Hated every second of it.

Your lips curled into a grin, sharp and bloody. “Yeah, I got something to say.” You leaned forward, chains clinking with the movement. “Your ‘justice’ is a joke.” Your voice rasped, raw from disuse, but loud enough to cut through the chamber. “You lot sit up there on your thrones while Zaun drowns. Kids starve. Families break.” You licked the blood off your lip, glaring up at them. “I steal to feed the hungry. What do you do?”

A loud bang echoed through the chamber as the elder slammed his gavel down.

“Silence!” he barked, leaning forward like he’d rip the words out of your throat himself. “This council has heard enough.” His eyes narrowed with the satisfaction of a man who’d already made his decision. “By the authority of the Council of Piltover, you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in Stillwater Prison, effective immediately.”

The gavel struck once more, both hard and final.

Your heart didn’t stop, but it did stutter. Stillwater. Not a month. Not a year. Life.

Chains yanked you up as guards pulled you to your feet. Your ribs screamed in protest, but you kept your face steady. No tears. No begging. You glanced up, searching the back of the room.

Grayson hadn’t moved.

Her face hadn’t changed. Her eyes stayed on you, hard, steady, and watching.

(Outside the Courtroom—Minutes Later)

The air was sharp with the crisp bite of morning mist. You stumbled forward, your feet dragging as two enforcers hauled you down the stone path toward the transport vehicle. The sun hung low in the sky, barely warm.

The vehicle loomed ahead, its iron doors wide open, a mouth ready to swallow you whole. It wasn’t your first ride to Stillwater, but it was the first ride you knew you’d never come back from.

“Pick up the pace, thief,” one of the guards growled, yanking your chain hard enough to send you to your knees.

You coughed, chest heaving, ribs burning like wildfire. But before the guards could yank you up again, you heard a familiar voice.

“Let me handle this.”

Grayson’s boots crunched on the stone as she approached, moving slow, deliberate. The guards stiffened at her arrival.

“Captain, council said—” one of them started, but she shot him a look colder than a Zaun winter.

“I know what the council said.” Her eyes stayed locked on you. “Back off. I’ll deal with it.”

The guards exchanged glances, but Marcus wasn’t here to argue on their behalf, so they let go of your arms.

You swayed but caught yourself.

“Thought you’d be happier,” you sneered, letting your head tilt to the side. “Finally got me in chains, Captain.”

Grayson’s eyes narrowed. She strode forward and grabbed the front of your shirt, jerking you close. Her face was inches from yours. To the guards, it looked like rage. But you saw it. The fakeness of her present scowl.

“Oh trust me, I’m happy about your kind being set off again.” She spat, trying not to break her angered mask from that simple statement, especially since she knew it would be taken a lot differently if she meant it.

Her fingers curled into your shirt, her hand pressing firmly against your chest. Against your heart. You grabbed her wrist and growled up at her, letting it slide down until you felt the cool press of metal slip into your palm. Her voice came low, barely a whisper, her lips barely moving.

“Don’t screw this up,” she muttered.

You blinked once. No nod. No words. Just the faintest shift of your fingers, curling around the key she’d pressed into your hand.

“Stop talking and get in line, scum,” she said louder, shoving you back hard enough that you stumbled. The guards snorted as if she’d done them a favor.

But she didn’t look at them.

She didn’t look at you either.

(The Transport Stop—En Route to Stillwater)

The armored transport swayed with every bump in the road. It was cramped inside, just you and three other prisoners. The only light filtered in through the small slits in the steel walls.

Your heart pounded like a war drum.

The key pressed into your palm felt sharper than any knife. Slowly, carefully, you shifted your hands, turning your wrists just enough to feel for the keyhole. Your fingers were slick with sweat, your breathing shallow and controlled.

Click.

The cuffs fell loose.

You didn’t breathe. Not yet.

You glanced up. The two enforcers sat at the front, laughing about something one of them had done the night before. They hadn’t noticed. Not yet.

You leaned forward.

“Hey,” you whispered to the prisoner across from you. His eyes snapped to you, wide and wary. You tossed him the key, keeping your movements slow, careful, and quiet. “Pass it.”

He nodded, hands fumbling as he worked the lock on his cuffs. The others followed suit. One by one, the chains fell away, quite enough to not draw attention.

Once everyone was done, the next bump in the road was your signal.

You lunged.

Your hands were free, your body a storm of fists, elbows, and raw fury. The first enforcer didn’t even see it coming—his head snapped back, his helmet cracking against the wall. The second guard scrambled for his baton, but you caught him by the wrist, twisting until you felt the snap. He howled in pain.

“Move!” you barked, hauling yourself toward the open door. The foggy expanse of the southern coast between Piltover and Zaun lied ahead.

You didn’t look back.

Never look back.

(The Last Drop—Hours Later)

The air inside the Last Drop was thick with warmth and the smell of stale beer. Shadows danced along the walls, lantern light flickering in the dim haze. You sat in the back corner, hoodie pulled low, one eye still swollen despite Vander coming over only minutes ago to dab some alcohol onto it.

The door creaked. You didn’t look up. Didn’t have to.

“Three hours late,” you muttered, taking a sip of water.

“Had to make it look good,” Grayson replied, sliding into the booth across from you.

She leaned back, her fingers tapping the table. Her uniform was gone, replaced with a simple jacket and scarf.

Her eyes met yours. Really met yours. No mask. No stone-faced captain. Just Grayson.

“Nice escape,” she said, lips curling into a half-smile.

“Yeah,” you leaned forward, hands still aching. “Nice key.”

Silence hung between you, heavy with things you’d never say out loud.

Grayson sighed, looking toward the door. “They’ll be looking for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes flicked back to yours, sharp and silver in the dim light. “Then I guess you’d better stay hidden.”

You smiled, blood still on your teeth. “Guess so.”

“Now, are you going to keep telling me stuff I already know, or are you gonna come over here and help me with all these injuries? Vander only knows how to heal baby cuts for this four little rascals, not bruised ribs.” You joked while leaning back again, just proving how tired you were.

Grayson chuckled and shook her head before walking over. She tugged a chair and took a seat in front of you, unfolding her scarf. “Alright, alright. Take your shirt off, love.”

[megalony]

Toughen Up

As promised, this is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by a lovely anon. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: When another station is short staffed, (Y/n) gets transferred over for a shift. But when she gets hurt, nobody takes her seriously and she has to call her family to come and help her.

Enjoy.

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A shiver rattled down (Y/n)'s spine and sent goosebumps rising up on her skin when she heard the shower door open. For a brief moment, her arms bound around her chest and she was about to scream until she looked over her shoulder.

It wasn't just anyone on the team wandering in or opening the door by mistake. It wasn't someone trying to sneak a glance at her undressed and trying to clean up ready for their next call out.

It was her husband.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) took a step closer to the wall and pressed her lips together tightly to smother any noise she might make when Eddie walked in to join her. She was relieved when he shut the door so the draft finally stopped and the water created another aroma of steam to circle around them.

She let her hands drop from around her chest and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist.

"Joining you." Eddie tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck and pressed his lips against her wet, burning skin. He felt the water drip down and flatten his hair and trace down the bridge of his nose. And as fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

He tightened his arms and pushed forward when (Y/n) groaned as if she might just have the willpower to fight him off and tell him to get out. He knew she wouldn't. He grinned into her neck when she seemed to melt against him instead of push him away.

They were at work. They were on shift.

This was the first time (Y/n) had found Eddie wandering in to take a shower with her while they were at work. He had never been this sneaky before. Usually they were affectionate when their shifts lined up and they worked together, but this was different. This was breaking the rules and testing to see if they got caught or not. (Y/n) didn't want to get caught out.

Her dad wouldn't go easy on them if he found out they were doing this. Evan would have a field day if he found out. Hen would never let them live this down and Chimney would probably die of embarrassment for them.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Eddie's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"You shouldn't be in here… go next door." (Y/n) motioned her hand to the right to signal any other cubicle. There were four shower blocks in here, Eddie needed to go into one of them and get washed. On his own.

If they were gone for a while at the same time, people were going to notice they were missing and if anyone came in here and found them, they would get disciplined. It wasn't within the rules to take a shower together or cop off while they were still on shift.

"You want me to be lonely?"

"Eddie…" (Y/n) tilted her head back when Eddie moved his lips down and started to bite another mark onto her skin. If it wasn't bad enough that he was taking the risk to be in here, he was also marking her up and if people noticed, they would know what they'd done. "You want us to get reprimanded?" She countered, but her words did very little to persuade him otherwise.

She took her time turning around in his arms and her hands traced down to his chest to try and nudge him backwards. If he was going to do this, she would try and get out with him. (Y/n) would cut her shower short and get out if it stopped Eddie from becoming insatiable like this.

"No one knows you came for a shower. Just let me have five minutes with you, baby. Please? No fun and games, I swear." Eddie dug his fingertips into her hips and pushed her back until her back hit the tiles and she gasped.

They were like ice cubes sticking to her burning skin and the mix of hot and cold made her shake until Eddie tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together.

He just wanted five minutes alone with his wife. They were pulling a double shift at the station. Eddie wanted a few minutes alone with his wife before they had to go back on shift and be somewhat professional. He wasn't asking to risk getting caught or risk having sex in the shower and get carried away. He just wanted to be as close as he could to (Y/n) for a little while. Just a few minutes.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten while she reached her hands up to cup the back of his neck.

"Five minutes." She warned, keeping her fingertips pressed against his skin as she pulled him down to her level and connected his lips onto hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Eddie growled and pulled her chest up against his.

He cocooned both arms around her waist and splayed his hands out on her back, gliding his fingertips up and down her skin while his temple pressed into hers. He kept her pressed back against the wall and closed his eyes, leaning his chest down onto hers so they were as close as they could possibly get.

This was all Eddie wanted. He just wanted to hold her. He could restrain himself and stop from dragging this moment out into an hour-long shower where people really would notice they'd gone missing. Eddie had self-control and he could about handle holding her and not taking it any further.

When (Y/n) moved her hand up higher and began dragging her fingers through his wet hair, she felt him groan into her lips and his hands pressed down firmer into her back. Her nails scratched against his scalp and she gave a sharp tug on his roots before Eddie disconnected their lips and moved back down to her neck.

He kept his face tucked into the crook of her neck, eyes still closed and lips floating across her glistening skin with a more gentle touch this time. He didn't bite down or attempt to leave anymore marks, he just glided his lips up and down her neck until (Y/n) was reduced to a shivering mess.

He worked his way back up to her face and connected their lips again, but they both froze when they heard the shower room door open.

"Eddie…" She murmured as quietly as she could against his lips but he shook his head and pressed his lips back to hers as if to make sure she stayed silent.

He kept their noses touching and their eyes locked as Eddie leaned down and moved slowly. His hands wormed their way down her back so one hand was in between her hips and the other gripped the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertips pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she pressed her lips together tightly when he slowly hoisted her up.

Her shoulders stayed pressed against the tiles and Eddie pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso. At least this way, if whoever came in happened to look down at their cubicle, they would only see one pair of legs and not two.

"Eddie?"

A light knock on the door made Eddie roll his eyes and tuck his face back into (Y/n)'s neck while her arms tightened around his shoulders. "What? Has the bell gone or something?" Eddie had never been in the shower when the bell sounded to signal a callout. But he guessed he would be able to hear it in here if it did sound.

"Not yet. Bobby wants to have a word with us all… like now. I haven't seen (Y/n), you know where she is?"

"Buck I'm in the shower, get lost and I'll find my wife when I'm done in here." Eddie tipped his forehead against (Y/n)'s neck so his voice didn't come out muffled.

But he couldn't help but groan as he dug his fingers into (Y/n)'s thighs and kept her pressed against the wall, trying to make sure she didn't slide down or make a noise. Evan might keep this a secret if he found out, but he might go and tell Bobby or tease them too, depending on what mood he was in.

"Alright, alright grumpy."

As soon as the shower door slammed closed, Eddie slumped his head back down onto (Y/n)'s shoulder and sighed. He pulled her chest tighter against his and gave her thigh a squeeze. They would have to get out soon before Evan went searching round the whole station and realised (Y/n) wasn't anywhere to be found.

"I think we'd better go get ready," (Y/n) murmured softly into Eddie's hair and she tangled her fingers at the back of his neck. Waiting for him to slowly untangle from her so they could move.

She felt his hand tighten around her thigh and he slowly pulled back and allowed (Y/n) to drop back down to her feet so he wasn't holding her on his hips anymore. His slid his hands up the expanse of her thighs until he was holding her hips and gave her another searing kiss while (Y/n) reached behind her and turned the shower off.

"Don't worry, we can pick this back up when we get home tonight."

(Y/n) tilted her head back into Eddie's shoulder and smiled as they made their way over towards the rest of the team who were lined up near the truck. They joined the procession line and (Y/n) leaned against Eddie's chest. Grinning to herself when she felt his arm curve around her waist so his hand could hold her hip.

Their eyes all locked on Bobby who was stood in front of them with his hands on his hips. Just as he went to say something, they all winced at the piercing sound of the alarm blaring through the air while the red lights started flashing.

Once the sirens finished, Bobby clapped his hands and looked over them all.

"Alright, I'll make this quick since we've got a call. The 178 station are three people down and they need some helping hands for the next few days. (Y/n), I want you to head over there since you're on a double today. Hen's shift finishes in two hours so I need Eddie and Chimney here as my medics. Then Buck you can go there tomorrow for your shift."

A jolt ran through (Y/n)'s heart and she felt her smile dampening, even as she nodded and tried to stay composed.

She didn't want to go to a different team.

One shift was far too long to be working with a completely different team, especially just for one day. (Y/n) would have to get to know them and get into their way of working just for today, they probably wouldn't let her help and she would be sat on the sidelines.

But she couldn't say no.

It wouldn't be fair for (Y/n) to decline and make Eddie go instead or have Evan go when his shift wasn't as long as hers. She and Eddie were on a double shift from last night until eight o'clock tonight. That was why she was going, so she could spend the majority of her shift at the 178 and help them out.

It made no sense to send anyone else when their shifts were going to be over sooner and Eddie was a medic, (Y/n) wasn't. Eddie needed to be here so they still had two medics on the A shift.

And (Y/n) couldn't ask her dad to change send someone else and risk people saying she got preferential treatment. It was hard enough with all the new starters in the 118 when they learned (Y/n) was both Bobby's daughter and Eddie's wife.

"Copy." (Y/n) mumbled quietly while she felt Eddie lean over and kiss the back of her head softly. He could feel the discomfort radiating off of her already.

"Hop in the truck, we can drop you off on the way to the next call."

At least she was getting a lift down there, and she felt Eddie lean down so his lips were hovering over the shell of her ear. "I'll pick you up tonight when we finish." Their shifts had lined up today so Eddie had drove them both here. He could easily swing by the other station and pick (Y/n) up tonight after they both finished.

Once Bobby nodded and motioned his hands towards them, they all hurried over to the lockers. (Y/n) could still feel Eddie glued to her back as they each grabbed their florescent jackets and slung them on before Eddie grabbed both their helmets and headed over to the truck.

(Y/n) liked the fact that their helmets and jackets were matching. They both had 118 printed in the middle, and across the bottom both their jackets said Diaz.

Before they got married, (Y/n)'s jacket had said Nash and one of the team had added 'ER' to the end so it read Nasher. That way it was easier to distinguish who was who when the team needed them on a call since Bobby's jacket read his name, not Captain like his helmet did.

But now (Y/n) had her forever name and she smiled at the feel of Eddie's hands on her hips when the moved to the truck.

He helped her up and climbed in after her, following as (Y/n) moved to sit next to the window on the far side. Chimney and Hen followed in after him and Evan climbed in the front to ride shotgun with Bobby. It was as if they were one big family going on a night out together and Evan, being the favourite child, got to sit up front with his dad.

(Y/n) pulled a headset down over her ears and shrank down into Eddie's side, wishing it was someone else who had to endure an uneasy shift with another team. Why did it have to be her?

It's just for one shift. Just one day. It'll go quick… right?

***

Whatever preconceptions (Y/n) had about joining this team for the day, she had been extremely wrong.

They didn't want to push her to the sidelines and make her watch or be a spare part. It was the exact opposite. Instead of pushing her out because she wasn't one of them, they pushed her forwards instead.

They gave her the jobs they didn't want to do or couldn't be bothered to do themselves.

Head through the burning bulding to shut off the electricity mains at the back? (Y/n) was volunteered. Squeezing down an old mine shaft to find a lost child? Captain McCall gave that job to (Y/n) before she had the chance to tell him she had claustraphobia.

Thank God it wasn't a long mine and the child was conscious and easily able to get back out with (Y/n)'s help.

Now someone needed to go up the ladder and get into the seventh floor of an apartment building to get a woman and child out. And that too was (Y/n)'s job.

She had never done so many odd, strange and straining tasks on the same shift in less than five hours.

And the whole team made it clear she wasn't one of them.

It was as if they were just letting her be here with them, letting her enjoy the experience of working with them. She was a child allowed to play amongst the big kids, but they didn't really want her here.

Can I go home yet? Is it eight o'clock yet so Eddie can come get me?

"This way, you're doing great." (Y/n) smiled behind her at the woman she was guiding down the ladder.

She could feel the woman's head pressing into her shoulder and both hands were clutching (Y/n)'s arm through her jacket. She was afraid of heights and the way she clung to (Y/n) was the way (Y/n) would cling to Eddie whenever she was nervous or uneasy.

Reaching behind her, (Y/n) gave the woman's arm a squeeze before she reached her free hand in front of her to keep hold of the woman's little boy. She couldn't have either of them tripping down the ladder and hurting themselves in front of a team that didn't like or appreciate (Y/n). They might try and report her.

"There we go, Thompson will get you down to the ground safely."

The much taller man, Thompson, gave a curt nod and picked up the little boy while he beckoned the mother over to him.

She seemed reluctant to let (Y/n) go but finally obliged so (Y/n) could unbuckle herself from the safety rope connected to the ladder.

"Alright Diaz, Eddison let's go. Move."

(Y/n) looked across at Eddison who was working on reeling the ladder back down so they could sort out. All they had to do now was make sure the fire was completely out and ensure everyone was on their way to the hospital. The Captain had already talked to the building manager and started to sort things out.

Something sparked.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what it was. Whether it was the mechanism that wound the ladder back in or whether a wire came loose and tripped the electrics, (Y/n) didn't know.

But she knew whatever it was had sent sparks flying out in every direction and had Eddison jumping back when a few volts surged through his hands.

"Christ!" He stumbled back, crashing down on his backside with one hand clinging to the ladder to stop himself falling off the top of the truck.

His weight and force barrelled into (Y/n)'s legs and swept them from beneath her faster than she could react. Her arms flailed out at her sides and a scream burst past her lips when she slipped over the side of the truck. It felt like flying for all of a second before the ground was beneath her and her body plummeted down to a forceful stop.

(Y/n)'s arms coiled into her chest and she landed on her left side with such a bang that all the air left her lungs and he saw stars. Black and white dots sparkled before her eyes and everything spun in circles around her head like she was sat on the waltzers with Chris.

Her heartbeat pulsed through her chest that was quaking up and down against the concrete and after a few seconds, a strangled gasp bubbled past her lips as her lungs finally shocked back into rhythm.

"Diaz… jeez, alright let's get you up."

(Y/n) wasn't sure who it was that leered over her. All she knew was that she was in too much pain and shock to want to get up. And when a hand grabbed her wrist and roughly yanked her up to her feet, (Y/n) all but screamed.

She wobbled back and forth, stumbling back three paces until the man in front of her held her by the shoulders with such a tight grip it felt like he was going to squeeze her like a balloon until she popped. He kept hold of her until she was no longer swaying on her feet and her body was finally being held up by her legs that had turned to jelly.

Why did he drag her up? Couldn't he see that the air had been knocked out of her? Why didn't he just let her recover for a few seconds first? Couldn't he have checked her over before he got her up, what if she had broken her leg or her ankle?

Tears burned down (Y/n)'s face like acid rain and she sniffed, drawing in a deep breath as her head clouded over.

She moved her right hand to try and delicately touch her chest, but even her fingertips grazing over her side made her whimper and sent her knees buckling. She had broken her ribs. She could feel it. Her chest was aching and throbbing and (Y/n) was sure if she took her jacket off she would see her ribcage throbbing with her heartbeat.

"You okay Diaz?"

It was Eddison. He climbed down from the truck and waved his hands back and forth to shake out the pins and needles he'd gotten.

"Ribs… ribs b-broken." She wheezed, unable to draw in a proper breath which left her body stumbling back until she slumped against the truck to prop herself up.

"Captain, Diaz got an injury." Eddison was the only one out of the team who didn't seem annoyed or phased by (Y/n) being on their team today. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to her and right now, he was the only one with sorrow in his eyes and concern etched onto his face.

Thompson, who had dragged her to her feet- something (Y/n) knew none of the trained medics on her own team would have done- just huffed and looked her up and down like she was causing a big fuss over nothing.

She had fallen. Her ribs were surely broken or in the very least, fractured. She could barely breathe and she felt like she was going to pass out.

Did no one in this team care if someone got hurt? Did they all have super healing powers like Wolverine? Could they continue with broken bones like it was a sprain? Well (Y/n) wasn't like that. She was human, she was in agony and she felt like she could barely breathe. She needed someone to see if her ribs were broken and help her.

She needed her team. She needed Eddie. He was the only one who (Y/n) would let assess her when she was injured or unwell. She wanted her husband here so he could check her over and see if she was okay.

Panic burst to life in (Y/n)'s chest when Captain McCall stood a few feet in front of her and Eddison.

He looked them both up and down, scrutinising and assessing them while he glared through narrowed eyes. His gaze made (Y/n) feel like a child or a weakling who had done something wrong. She knew if she were back on her own team, they would have been more understanding and forgiving and concerned. And not just because her dad was her Captain. Bobby was fair, he didn't favouritise and he cared greatly when anyone on his team was injured.

"You're clearly up and moving, you'll be fine. Everyone back in the truck, let's go."

Shrugging his shoulders, Eddison lowered his head and gave (Y/n) a sorrowful look before he turned and heaved into the truck, groaning a she did so.

Was that it? She didn't get checked out or assessed or even get the chance to talk to a medic? She was just glared into like the Captain had X-ray vision and deemed fit and capable to work. To Hell with the tears pouring down her face. Who cared that she could barely breathe? What did it matter that she was in mass agony and couldn't stand up straight?

"C- can't I see a medic?" Ragged breaths escaped her lips as she tilted her head back into the truck and looked across at Captain McCall who she felt very uneasy with.

But the way he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes made (Y/n) shiver and she knew undoubtedly that she wasn't going to get any help or compassion from anyone on this team.

"Your hubby isn't here to coddle you today and if you're gonna try and follow my team, Diaz, you need to toughen up. Now all of you, get in the truck. Let's move."

Tremors coursed through (Y/n)'s chest and she bit down on her lip to stop the tears from falling. Why did showing she was in pain mean she was weak or useless or any different? What good would it do to be stoic and pretend she could handle anything when she couldn't? Hiding pain would only prolongue her suffering and make her injuries worse if she didn't get them seen to.

But there was nothing (Y/n) could do. This wasn't her team, they had all made that very clear. No one was going to help her if the Captain thought she was being pretentious.

Her right arm bound around her chest and she leaned forward, coiling over to try and reduce the pain in her chest every time she took a breath. Her body leaned to the left and she used the door to propell herself up into the truck.

She slumped down into the seat next to the window, making herself as small as possible. Shrinking away from the others as they all climbed in and started talking about what they would be eating later on for tea at the station.

(Y/n) wasn't going to be with them for that.

She wasn't staying on this team any longer.

She wanted to go back to the 118; to her home.

Her arms stayed cocooned around her chest that was pulsing and pounding and she leaned her head against the window.

It hurt to keep her eyes open and she tried to focus on the passing scenery rather than look at the four other people in the back of the truck with her who were all staring at her every few seconds.

They thought she was weak. They thought she was being a hypochondriac or making this up. They thought she was weak and she was complaining about a few little bruises. She was one of them. (Y/n) was a firefighter, she had been in a few accidents over the years, she had dealt with broken bones and burns and concussions. And each of them had hurt and blinded her with pain. She knew her ribs were broken and she needed them tending to.

As soon as the truck pulled up in the station, (Y/n) flung the door open and flung herself down. Her arms bound tighter to her chest, her body coiled over and leaned forward and she pushed herself to walk down the station and head towards the locker room.

It was empty. (Y/n) couldn't have been more thankful that no one was in there and that no one else followed her into the room.

She headed over to the single locker on the far right. The spare one with no tape across the top and no name scribbled across. It took a lot of effort to shrug off her jacket and she whimpered, chomping down on her lip to make sure she didn't make a sound.

Ruffling through her bag, (Y/n) found her phone and shuffled backwards. She eased herself down onto the bench, swallowing a groan at the shockwaves that rattled up her chest.

She didn't think before she clicked on her dad's contact and pressed the phone to her ear.

She needed help. She couldn't stay here any longer. She wanted to go home to her family.

"Hey sweetheart, how's it going over there? God, we could of used you're referee skills this morning."

He answered. (Y/n) could of fainted with relief when she heard his voice. They were all at work, it wasn't always easy to answer phone calls when they were on shift. At least something was going right today.

The sound of her dad's voice made a tidal wave of tears flush down (Y/n)'s face. She leaned forward, keeping her right arm pinned to her chest as she clamped her lips together and swallowed down a cry. The last thing she wanted to do was cry down the phone to her dad, but she couldn't seem to help it.

"Dad, c- can you help me?" The way she hiccupped through her words made (Y/n) hang her head and scold herself.

Was she being silly? Was she being a child, asking her dad to help her and come get her? Should she just try to put on a brave face go finish the ret of the shift? Could she even finish this shift with broken ribs? With the way this team was throwing her in the deep end, another call might just finish (Y/n) off, and not in a good way either.

"Help you? Sweetheart what's wrong, where are you?" Concern flooded Bobby's voice as his free hand moved to his hip and frown lines appeared on his face.

Why did his daughter need help? She was with another team, she should be surrounded by people there who were willing and able to help her with whatever situation she was in. Did she not feel comfortable asking them for help? What kind of problem was she having?

Was she even still at the 178 station?

"At the station… I think I- I think I've broke my ribs. Dad it hurts, can I c-come back?"

The sob at the end of her words made Bobby's skin crawl and his lips curled in distaste. He lifted his head and looked through his office window just as Evan and Eddie walked by.

Moving across the room, Bobby slammed his fist down on the window three times until the pair of them looked over at him. "Eddie." He pointed to the door before turning his back to the window, silently telling his son in law to get in the office with him.

"Cap?" Eddie gave a worried look across at Evan before he closed the door behind him and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. He stood next to Bobby with an arched brow, his attention focused on the phone in his hand as he tried to listen and work out who was on the other end of the line.

"(Y/n)'s had an accident…" Bobby pulled the phone away from his ear and put in on speakerphone. He held the phone between him and Eddie who was now tense with raised shoulders and snarling lips. "Sweetheart, what's happened? Hasn't Captain McCall gotten someone to take a look at you if they're broken?"

"Broken? What's broken? Baby what's happened?"

Eddie's hands slipped from his pockets and moved to hold his hips as his weight fidgeted from foot to foot. What had (Y/n) broken? What had she been doing on shift to get hurt?

He could feel a cold shiver crawling down his spine when he watched Bobby silently point to his chest. She'd broken her ribs.

"He said I… I should toughen up. I can't stay here, I w-wanna come back, I need to… I need Eddie to take a look." Whether she was at this station or back home at the 118, the only person (Y/n) would want to assess her was her husband.

She would have let one of the medics here take a look but she wouldn't of been happy with them trying to bandage her up. She wanted Eddie. Her personal medic.

"Toughen up- he told you to toughen up? Who the fuck does he think he is?!" Eddie's voice boomed down the line and made (Y/n) shiver and coil in on herself.

She had caused problems now.

She had riled up her dad and her husband. They weren't going to let this go. But she couldn't find the will to care or focus on that anymore. She needed them to come down and get her, she had no way of getting back to her own station house and she couldn't walk or bus it. She needed her family.

"We're gonna come and get you sweetheart, alright? We're coming down right now."

***

Eddie could feel the nerves radiating off of Bobby and multiplying his own as the team climbed down from the truck and stormed through the open doors of the 178 station.

But his anger started to overpower his panic when he looked around and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

If (Y/n) had broken or in the very least, damaged her ribs, why hadn't someone sat her down and tried to take a look at her? Why could Eddie see his wife struggling to stock one of the trucks?

He could see the way she was leaning to the left with her shoulders and upper chest leant forward like she had an oxygen tank weighing down on her shoulders. The pain was evident on her face in the way she closed her eyes and how her cheeks sucked in and her lips pursed when she tried to push something up into the truck.

She shouldn't be moving or lifting anything if she had hurt herself, she needed to sit down and rest.

Reaching to the left, Eddie patted Bobby's arm and pointed towards (Y/n) before he jogged over in her direction.

Eddie could feel Bobby hot on his heels and the rest of the team following swiftly. None of the team were sure why they were here. Evan was under the impression they were here to help with a bigger call out, but Hen and Chimney noticed the way Bobby had gone mute and wasn't focusing on what they were saying. something wasn't right.

"Baby,"

(Y/n) coiled her arms round her chest and snapped her head to the right when a familiar voice caught her attention.

Tears welled up in her eyes when Eddie stormed over to her. She looked around the station, relieved no one in this team were paying any attention or looking in this direction. She didn't want them to know she had called her team for help. (Y/n) wanted to climb back into the 118 truck and head back home before anyone knew she had gone. She wanted to disappear.

Her weight pushed onto her back foot when Eddie barrelled over to her. His hands curled around her arms and he moved her a few feet away from the truck so he could look at her.

"Can we go? Can I come back?"

Her words made Bobby wince. It was almost as if she thought he had sent her here as a punishment and she was begging to come home. This hadn't been done to hurt her. Bobby thought this station would treat her equally and look after her like they looked after all their own. Clearly he had misjudged this station entirely.

"Not until Eddie's checked you over and I've had a word with the Captain."

"Dad, please…" (Y/n) shook her head but she gasped when Eddie moved her arms so she was holding them out at her sides.

She didn't have the will to do anything but stay compliant as Eddie dug his fingers down into her waistband and pulled her shirt from her trousers. Her head tilted back and her lips rolled together tightly as Eddie scrunched up her shirt until it was bunched up just beneath her bra, allowing him a clear view of her chest.

His fingertips were firm but somehow still gentle as they trailed up and down her chest. He pressed down on each rib on her left side, taking note of when and where (Y/n) winced, coiled away from him and how she wheezed and gasped when he applied pressure.

He rubbed his fingertips in circles, pressing down on her ninth and tenth ribs which seemed to act as a button to make (Y/n)'s knees cave and had her body jolting down to the right.

"Three are definitely broken and there's a lot of swelling. She needs an X-ray and an MRI."

Eddie didn't want to take any chances. He needed (Y/n) to have an X-ray to check if the breaks were clean and if she had more than one break in each rib. He could see the way (Y/n) was wheezing and that could be a sign that her ribs were broken inwards towards her lungs. He couldn't take the risk of her getting a collapsed lung or breathing into her chest cavity. They had to be safe.

"Baby what happened?"

"I came off the ladder, Eddison collided with me… I fell off the truck-"

"You fell of the top of the truck? Why the fuck didn't someone take you to the hospital?!"

Eddie's hands moved down and gripped (Y/n)'s hips so fiercely he pulled her off balance. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she leaned forward, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck so she didn't have to look at any of them anymore. She didn't want her family to look at her the same way this team had.

"Get her in the truck; she's coming back with us. Where's McCall?" Bobby's hands clenched into fists at his sides and he turned on his heels and stormed past the truck.

His eyes scanned the station as he headed towards where he presumed the Captain's office would be. But he didn't have to search far before a familiar face came into view. He watched McCall waltz across the station floor, clipboard in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other that Bobby wanted to throw at him to gain his attention.

"McCall." His voice shouted dominance and assertiveness while he stormed over to the shorter captain and stood head to head with him. Looking down with arched brows and upper lip curled in distain.

"Nash, what're you doing here? We already got the replacement you sent across this morning."

"I'm here to take her back because she's got seriously injured on your watch. So tell me why you haven't gotten her seen by a medic or taken her to hospital already?"

"Did she call you?" The way McCall leaned around Bobby to try and look for (Y/n) set off a fire burning within Bobby and it made Eddie take a deep breath, supressing a growl. Of course she called them. She needed help and she had every right to call her family when no one here was looking out for her or taking care of her when she was ill.

(Y/n) trailed her hands down from Eddie's shoulders to curl both her arms tightly around his bicep. She leaned into him, despite the pain it caused in her chest and the lack of breath it caused.

"Do your people understand the chain of command? She got knocked down, but she was fine and she got back up. I can't afford to take all my guys down to the emergency room when they get a bruise. My team know how to look after themselves-"

"And my team know if they're hurt, they can rely on me to make sure they're okay. I do not call three broken ribs and extensive swelling as being fine and I sure as Hell don't accept you denying one of my team medical attention because of your uneducated opinion."

"Broken? Come on she was exaggerating."

(Y/n)'s arms coiled to her chest and she took a step towards Hen when Eddie suddenly pulled away from her. She felt Hen's hands move to her arms and she glued herself into her friend, flinching at all of their reactions.

She could see her dad doing his level best to keep his composure, something Eddie was finding very hard to do. While Chimney stuffed his hands into his pockets and shook his head with a grimace. And Evan huffed, nose crinkling as his jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Why don't we break your ribs and see how long you can last on shift?"

"Eddie…"

"Disrespect my wife like that again and you'll be the one needing an X-ray. I don't give a fuck if your helmet says Captain, you sure as Hell don't act like one."

He would start throwing fists if this man or anyone else in this God forsaken station said anything about (Y/n).

She was a damn good firefighter and she had been injured on duty, she didn't deserve to be berated and disrespected like this. She deserved compassion and understanding and to be taken seriously. There was no doubt that she had been hurt badly today and she needed to take time off from work now to recover. She didn't need to be forced to continue working and make herself worse.

(Y/n) shouldn't have to call her family down here to help her and stand up to this team because she was hurt. This wasn't fair on her.

"I'm taking my daughter back to my station, where my team will assess her and take her to the emergency room. You can expect a call from the Chief first thing in the morning when I file a complaint of discrimination and misconduct." Bobby turned to the side and pointed at his team. "Everyone in the truck."

His head snapped back over his shoulder to look back at McCall when he heard a quiet "Your daughter?" echo behind him.

So he truly didn't know. With (Y/n)'s name being changed to Diaz, not many people in the other stations knew she was related to Bobby. Sure, some people knew. Others just knew Bobby had his daughter on his team. But they didn't interact or converse with other stations a lot other than when they met on the job or at big parties.

Bobby hadn't said anything, he never did just in case someone tried to treat (Y/n) any differently or give her a harder time. Clearly, this team had heard she worked with her husband on her team, but they didn't know she was the Captain's daughter.

"Didn't I mention that?" Bobby tossed over his shoulder without looking back as he moved towards the truck.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and moved her hands to hold Eddie's arm again and pull it into her chest. She felt Hen's hands stay on her shoulders as they walked in a small line towards the truck. She had never been so happy to see the 118 truck, ready to take her back to her proper home, with her family.

It hurt to heave herself up into the truck and she couldn't help but whimper when she slumped down into a seat. But something sweet formed on her lips when Eddie sat down next to her.

She watched him lean over her, pressing his lips to her temple in the process as he grabbed her belt and carefully clipped it round her, trying to be mindful of her chest. Once done, Eddie looped his arm around the back of her shoulders, grazing his fingertips up and down her arm as he tucked her into his chest and smothered his lips against the back of her head.

Once they were all seated and Bobby started the truck, (Y/n) looked around her team. Her family.

She had Hen on her right, Eddie on her left and Chimney and Evan sat in front of her with calming smiles and nothing but comfort and understanding pooling in their eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to come back and get me." She murmured quietly, tilting her head down until her chin tucked into her chest.

She felt so embarrassed. She felt so childish, calling her dad to come and get her and sort things out for her, but it had been (Y/n)'s only choice. She felt like a child being picked up from school when her team came to get her, but she had also never felt safer than when Eddie and her dad turned up and the rest of her team clearly had her back, whether they agreed with her or not.

"You kidding? You think we'd leave you there after what they've just done? You're part of this team, not theirs. We'll look after you." Leaning across, Chimney patted her knee and nodded at her with a comforting smile.

"Nobody is going back to that station- or any other station, for that matter. We stay here with each other."

Bobby's voice was authoritive and firm and not up for debate. He wasn't allowing any more swaps or shift changes. If other stations were low, they would have to deal with it themselves. He wasn't risking the safety of his team to help other stations that clearly didn't appreciate or care about the staff members that came to their station to help.

"What's our motto?"

A soft grin formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her head on Eddie's shoulder and tucked her face into his neck.

"Who cares?"

[edgeray]

mygod that siren Arlecchino fic you did is *chef's kiss* IMMACULATE!!! might i request a continuation, mayhaps? Arle mentioned that she'd follow the reader as they sail, so maybe she misses them and either tries to climb onto the boat or the pier where they're docked to see them again? either hurt/comfort or fluff, the rest is up to you!!! love your work and thank you for fueling my Arlecchino obsession :] also i might pop back in here once in a while, may i be moth anon?

The Sea's Calling Pt. 2

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Part 1 link here. Yes, you definitely can be a moth anon! Hi :D. I already added you to the anon list. To other anons that have requested and I haven't gotten to, I do see your requests and if you gave yourself an emoji/name I already added you ^^. Anyways, back to moth anon. <333 I'm so glad you enjoyed my siren Arlecchino fic! As my first request I was kind of nervous about it but I'm glad that you enjoy! I'm also really glad that you sent this request! I did always want to write a part 2 but didn't have the opportunity until now. Thanks moth anon, for the reuqest and for enjoying my works!!  If you couldn't tell, I love the idea of found family pirates. One Piece did this to me. The ending turned out to be self-indulgent, forgive me moth anon ;) Even though it's short, this ended up being one of my favorites. Hope you like this one! Content warnings / info - monster x human, arle is ooc bc she's a siren, fem! reader bc pt.1 has fem! reader, suggestive at the end, 1.2k words

You used to think that the most beautiful thing out there was the sky and its stars–to you, nothing was more mesmerizing than them. They are so alluring despite holding this mystique, and they've guided humans on their naval journeys and inspired all kinds of stories of their origins. The stars were all that kept you company, even on the lonliest and coldest nights.

Now, however, the stars aren't your only company. 

“Guys, I'm going to go back to the ship. Don't wait up on me too much,” you to your fellow pirates as you stand up from the stool. You drop off some extra coins on the baa counter, in order to compensate for the plate that you will be ‘borrowing.’ You pick up the plate of your half-eaten slice of meat pie and sandwich and head towards the exit before one of your crew mates stops you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Turning in already? C'mon, stay a little bit. We've got enough money for a few more rounds of beer,” he says with a boisterous laugh. You chuckle lightly but shake your head. 

“No can do, sorry. Got something to do.”

“Uh huh, like your little siren girlfriend?” Another crew member states, her teasing smile widening as you flush. 

“One more? Jackie hasn't finished his story!”

“Let the darned woman go see her darn girlfriend, Goldie,” another gruffed with a shake of his head. 

“Fine, fine, go on ahead. Tch, when will I get my own smoking hot siren girl?” Goldie huffs, and you snort. Likely never, but you don't tell him that.  

“Thanks, I'll be back,” is all you say before rushing out of the door, nearly tipping over the plate before you balance it again. You wave them off and you make your way back to the docks. The walk is both short and long, and each step you take is filled with the excitement that buzzes through you. 

Even after these months, being able to spend time with her feels like bliss, like you have just found treasure. Sometimes, you forget she's a siren, she's ever so endearing and follows you around like a puppy. Oftentimes, when you're on the boat, you talk to her as she lingers by. The night after you first met the siren your crew had banned you from jumping into the waters because you had developed a cold which infected a good chunk of the crew; the cold wasn't severe for anyone but still. Since you can't be in the water, you often just talk to her from the railings and she answers. 

It's only when you're docked when you can finally touch her, but those times come rare. It can take days, sometimes weeks to reach an island to dock at, but when you do, you always take the time to sit by the shore. 

Finally, you arrive at the pier. “Arle?” You call out, and you see a ripple in the water. Grinning, you walk to the ends of one of the docks, setting down the plate a bit away from you. You remove your shoes and set them far away. Perching on the dock, your feet dip into the cold waters and you shiver.

You see something gleam in the corner of your eyes, the familiar shine of her scales. You then remember the food, and you start. “Wait, Arle don't splash–”

Too late. Something erupts from the waters and launches into you, a cold, heavy weight thrusting into your body making you tumble on your back on the dock. Pressed between the wooden planks and the creature that straddles you, you can't help but laugh and raise your hand up to her face, the now drenched food forgotten entirely. 

“Hey gorgeous,” you say as you stroke her cheek gently. She's the most beautiful treasure that you found among the seas. Arlecchino gazes down on you, her red pupils glistering as her arms wrap around your torso. She purrs, little fangs apparent as the tip of her tongue peeks out with her open-mouth smile. 

“Missed you,” is the first thing she says, before she leans her body against you, nuzzling her face into your neck. Your clothes get soaked from her, but you pay no mind. You stroke her wet hair, carding your fingers through her strands before kissing the top of her head. 

“I missed you too. Did you eat recently?” 

Sometimes she'd disappear for a few nights to search for another wandering ship for her meals but she never fails to find your ship again. You haven't seen her for a couple days before you docked her. 

Arlecchino nods. “Human food?” She questions. Her tail flicks, thumping against the wood out of eagerness. Although she enjoys the taste of cooked meats, beef especially, you don't believe it's as nutrition dense as… well, the main source of her diet, and it's hard to serve her cooked meat while on sea due to the issue of storing meat on ships. So, cooked meat has always been a treat for her. 

You nod. “You want to try?” 

She lets out an affirmative purr, and you help her sit upright in your lap. It's always a bit difficult considering she has a tail instead of legs, but she maneuvers her tail to encircle your waist, and you support her back with one of your arms. You silently mourn for your now soggy sandwich as you reach for the plate, using her tail as a flat surface. 

“What is it?” 

“Meat pie and a sandwich.” You take the fork and dig out the meat from the meat pie. Balancing the tender piece of beef on your utensil, you carefully guide it to her mouth. 

“Careful, it's hot. And don't bite the fork this time,” you gently warn her as she eats it. She squirms a bit in your lap, an indicator that she's pleased with the taste. 

“More?” You chuckle, adoring the cute plea in her eyes. 

You scrape out more of the meat until she's eaten all of the pie filling, leaving you to eat the pie crust. You're still peckish, so you start eating your sandwich, but not before fishing out the thick slice of ham from it, and giving it to her. If it meant you could watch the way her expression lights up again forever, then you would endlessly eat ham-less sandwiches and savor every cheese and vegetables sandwiched in between wet bread. 

“Did you like it?” You ask in between chews as she leans her head against your shoulder. She nods, and leans up again to place featherlight kisses on your neck. With the cold droplets of water and her frigid lips, it tickles you and you giggle. So adorable. 

You freeze up when you feel her fangs prick your skin and she looks up to you for permission. Another mating bite? You nod, wordlessly giving her permission, and you suck in a harsh breath as you feel her teeth sink in. Purrs vibrate coarse through her mouth as she pulls away, lapping at the mark and the texture of her tongue invokes a throaty groan from you, your body trembling with pleasure. 

Arlecchino leans away, but in her eyes, hunger burns in them. Her hands take purchase on your hips and she pushes your back against the planks. Her tail unwinds around your torso and instead coils around your ankles, securing them together.  

“H-here?” You question, flushing. Her hands wander lower, the sharp nails trailing lower to your thighs, where faint scratches scatter. 

The night that you first met her, she sang so beautifully for you. Tonight, you repay her back, singing out her name so tastefully. 

[saintsenara]

idk if you have ever talk about this before but in case you havent, what do you think of the infamous "Albus Severus" Potter name? overall how do you feel about Harry's naming his kids?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'll be honest, its infamy always strikes me as a classic case of the fandom not being able to separate what characters would do from what they would do.

because i completely appreciate that most people probably wouldn't name their children after a teacher who bullied them and a man who sent them to the death...

but harry would.

albus severus makes perfect sense as a name on the basis of who harry is, how he understands honour and lineage, how he comes to think of both snape and dumbledore over the course of deathly hallows, and how those thoughts would expand and deepen as time passes after the end of the pre-epilogue canon.

i also don't find the james and lily thing weird. i know plenty of people who are named after their dead relatives, including a couple of people who are named after murdered relatives, and it's not something anyone i know would look twice at. nor do the families of any of those people have trouble understanding them as their own person. i presume this would be considered stranger - and/or more inhibiting to a child's sense of identity - in other parts of the world, but i just understand it as something families do.

what does strike me as odd, though, is how much of this fandom forgets two things: that there are generally two people involved in naming a child; and that ginny is not a doormat.

it always seems to me that - whether people think the kids' names are suitable or not - harry is assumed to have been exclusively responsible for them, while ginny is assumed either to have been railroaded into doing what harry wanted, or to have nobly forfeited any say in the naming process because her only goal in life is to sacrifice everything to make harry happy.

[when it comes to the boys' names, at least. people do seem to go for the idea that ginny's responsible for the luna part of lily luna.]

but i think this is nonsense - and it clearly puts enough of a bee in my bonnet that i've had her say so in two pieces of my writing...

in everlasting ink:

James will be born with the cord wrapped around his neck, grey and still, and there will be hours - or maybe just seconds which feel like hours - in which she doesn't breathe, skin going cold and vision whiting, until he roars, rattly and indignant, as though being born was an unwelcome disturbance in his otherwise busy day.   That's why she'll want him to have Sirius' name. His first cry will sound like a motorbike.

and [when i finally get around to posting the next chapter] one year in every ten:

'What on earth possessed you to agree to that name?' 'I didn't agree to it. I picked it. I hope you don't think so little of Harry that you think he'd deny me a say in the names of my own children?' 'But Albus -' 'He was very kind to me. Dumbledore. After what happened... It was like I was sleepwalking. Nothing felt real. It was like I wasn't fully in my own body. And everyone was acting like everything was fine - yay, Ginny's back to normal! - and I just went along with it. I don't know why... There was this afternoon, just before the end of term, and I was trying to go down to the lake, but I'd got stuck - I guess that's the word - on the stairs. I literally couldn't move... And then Dumbledore came round the corner and he said "are you quite alright, Miss Weasley?" and I said "oh yes, I’m right as rain" and he just looked at me - you know the way he used to look at you, like he could read your mind - and it all came bursting out of me. How I didn't think I'd ever feel happy again. How I thought a little bit of me might have been left in the Chamber. How I worried my whole life had been broken by what you did to me and it would never be fixed. And he said - I'll never forget it - "there is nothing wrong with being broken, Miss Weasley, if you try to see the cracks as how the -" '"- light gets in". I should have known that was a pre-rehearsed bit of sentimentality...' 'I remember thinking about it when he died. He was lying there, broken, and I remember thinking "where's your light now?" But it turned out that he knew what he was doing.' 'That's one way of putting it...' 'And then we picked Severus for his middle name because we thought it would annoy Snape and that would be funny. And it did and it was.'

[mountttmase]

I’m Yours

Note - thank you so much to the anon who sent the request in for this and I’m sorry I took me forever 😂 I changed a few bits but I still hope you love it 🩷 would love to know what everything thinks 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.4k

Warnings - angst & fluff

‘You all set?’ Mason smiled over at you, squeezing your thigh gently before placing it back on the wheel. You simply smiled at him, too full of nerves to say anything right now but it seemed to be enough for him as he smiled back at you just as brightly.

Reece didn’t live too far from Mason and he insisted on driving as he knew he shouldn’t be drinking and that would force him not to so he could get the pair of you home in one piece. You’d promised to stay at Masons that night so you could have a chilled day tomorrow before you both went back to work.

Parties were not your thing, but Mason seemed really excited for tonight so you promised you’d tag along and even though you missed the warmth of your bed it was worth it to see the smile on his face as you were getting ready to go.

The sound of a text coming through on your phone made Mason eye you curiously as if he wanted to know who it was and you laughed whilst shaking your head at his nosiness.

‘It’s your mum, Mase. She wants to know what time you’ll be home from training on Tuesday cause she needs to drop some stuff round’

‘Why is she texting you then?’ He laughed as you put your phone away.

‘Cause you never bloody answer her. I speak to her more than you at this point’ you commented and he rolled his eyes playfully at you, secretly happy that that you were so close with his family.

‘Tell her I’ll be back at four, but I might be asleep when she comes’

‘Can you not skip your nap for one day?’

‘If you want me to be miserable then sure’ he laughed and you hadn’t even realised you’d arrived as he’d taken your mind off of everything. A wave of anxiousness suddenly overtaking you as you looked up at Reece’s house. ‘You ready, baby?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be’ you laughed, turning to open you door but a hand on your elbow made you stop as you turned back to look at him. His face was serious but you could see there was a slight smile underneath his stoney demeanour.

‘I really do appreciate you coming with me tonight’ he told you, reaching for your face so he could cup your jaw. ‘I know it’s not your thing and I promise we don’t have to be here that long’ he whispered kissing your cheeks gently. ‘Then we can go home and cuddle and sleep and do whatever you want’ he smiled, placing a heavy kiss to you lips before smiling brightly at you.

‘It’s fine Mase, we don’t have to leave early. I haven’t seen Sophia in a while so it’ll be good to catch up’

‘You sure?’ He laughed and you nodded gently. ‘Come on then’ he smiled and he let you go before meeting at the front of his car. ‘You look so beautiful’ he told you quietly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he led you up to the door and you blushed into his chest at his compliment.

Reece was soon to open the door and the pair of you followed him into the kitchen where you helped yourselves to a drink and chatted with whoever was in there until Sophia appeared, dragging you away slightly so you could catch up with her.

Even though you were apart, your eyes were constantly checking where he was and his eyes never seemed to stray to far from you either to the point you’d laugh at each other every time your eyes met.

About 45 minutes in, you eyes wondered to meet Mason but he wasn’t looking at you this time, too engrossed with whatever Chilly was saying to him and it looked serious, a slight look of panic on Masons face as he bit his nails before he looked to you, his face seemingly shocked before it softened as he sent you a smile. You weren’t quite sure what was going on so you quickly excused yourself from the girl’s conversation and made your way over to him just as Chilly was leaving. Slotting yourself in between his legs as he held you at your waist.

‘You okay, love? You look like you’ve seen a a ghost’ you laughed and he gave you a reassuring smile before kissing your jaw.

‘Of course. It’s nothing I promise’

‘You sure?’

‘Positive’ he smiled before kissing your neck, making your tummy flutter. ‘Shall we get you another drink?’ He offered, taking you by the hand back into the kitchen and you couldn’t help but notice how he seemed a little on edge, his eyes darting across the room every time someone moved but his eyes always softened whenever they looked into yours.

‘Y/n!’ You heard Sophia shout from outside the kitchen as you giggled as you pulled away from him.

‘I think I’m being summoned. See you in a bit?’ You laughed and he kissed your forehead whilst nodding before letting you go.

You couldn’t get your mind off of Masons sudden change in mood, looking out for him constantly and when you returned from a quick trip to the loo, you had a feeling you knew what was wrong.

Mason was stood up right, his arms crossed over his chest almost defensively as he stood talking in a small group. You could recognise Chilly and Reece but the curvy brunette with legs for days was unfamiliar to you. She stood with her back to you as she spoke animatedly to them, all laughing but you could tell Masons was only laughing out of politeness as his eyes were glued to the floor. The thing that really made you tick though was the way she kept placing her hand on his arm and leaning into him even when he moved away from her but you felt weird for spying and made your way back to the group of girlfriends you were with.

‘Do you know who that is?’ You asked Sophia, motioning over to the mystery girl but Sophia just shrugged so you nodded, figuring it must be a friend of theirs that he’d never mentioned before but you were still on edge about the whole thing, getting bad vibes from here even though you knew nothing about her.

‘Do you fancy going to sit outside for a bit, I feel I like I’m overheating in here’ Sophia laughed and you agreed, following her out to the much quieter garden where you sat by the pool, nursing your drinks and quizzing her about the upcoming trip her and Kai were about to make back home.

‘Oh my god, you’re Sophia right?’ You suddenly heard, the thick American accent unfamiliar to you but as you looked up you saw the same girl who was stood talking to Mason not too long ago. You recognised her short purple satin dress and flowing hair but looking at her face now there was no denying she was beautiful. Big brown eyes and pouty lips with her makeup done to perfection and you felt inadequate almost immediately as she took a seat opposite the pair of you. ‘I met Kai a few summers back, really sweet guy you’ve got a keeper there’ she smiled and Sophia laughed awkwardly as her eyes flashed to you, clearly noticing how she was completely ignoring your existence. ‘I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself, my names Ruby’ she nodded before her eyes finally fell to you. ‘You’re y/n, right?’ She asked, the same smile on her face but it didn’t quite reach her eyes now as she looked down at you. Her tone now seeming slightly disinterested as her face took on an unimpressed expression.

‘Um yeah, that’s me’ you nodded uncomfortably and you watched her eyebrows raise sarcastically.

‘I thought so, Masons told me all about you’ she told you, her eyes flickering over you before she plastered a fake smile on her face.

‘Oh? You know Mason?’

‘Of course, I mean we haven’t spoken in just over a year but I guess I know why now’ she winked and your blood ran cold at what she was implying. ‘I’m glad he’s finally found someone after everything I put him through’ she laughed and you had to bite your lip to try and stop yourself from crying.

‘The guys have never mentioned you before’ Sophia said, holding you hand under the table as she could tell you were a little uneasy about the whole situation and you were grateful she was there and seemed to be sticking up for you.

‘I’ve been travelling for a while so I haven’t really been around that much. I was definitely closest with Mason like we hung out all the time for months but he’s hard to get ahold of now and there’s obviously reasons he’s never spoken about me. I thought it might be cute to surprise him after not seeing him for so long’ she laughed ‘I get it though, he’s moved on and he doesn’t need me like he did. I guess it’s my fault in the first place since I left. I mean he practically begged me not to but I told him I can’t stay in London forever you know? I wasn’t ready to tie myself down but yeah I’m back now so I guess we’ll see what happens’ she laughed and you felt her look over at you but your eyes were focused on your lap as you couldn’t quite face looking at her. ‘I’m surprised he’s not out here with you, our Masey has always been a clingy one huh? It felt like he never let me out of his sight sometimes’ She giggled and you felt the anger boil up inside you, squeezing Sophia’s hand to try and calm yourself and let her know you were uncomfortable.

‘Well I guess Mason knows he’s got nothing to worry about with y/n’ Sophia quipped and you watched as Ruby scowled ever so slightly at her.

‘Anyway, it was great to meet you guys. I better go make the rounds but I’ll see you guys in a bit’ she told you and you put on your brave face to say goodbye to her. your gaze following her all the way inside.

As soon as she was out of sight you let out a wobbly breath, your eyes stinging immediately as you swallowed hard. You knew Sophia was looking down at you sympathetically and you couldn’t face any of that right now but when she pulled you into her arms you almost lost it.

‘Please don’t listen to a word she said. I was around back then and I don’t remember her at all. Whatever she had with Mason she’s probably making it out to be way more than it was’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed wiping your eyes as she rubbed up and down your back gently. ‘Honestly, like I get he has a past and stuff I just don’t need it rubbed in my face’

‘Yes there was no need for any of what she said, she’s clearly just jealous and trying to get under you skin’

‘Well it worked’ you laughed, rolling you eyes as you tried to let her know you were okay.

‘Shall I go find Mason?’ She offered but you shook you head. Not ready to be face to face with him yet as it was just clicking now that he’d known she was here and didn’t warn you. ‘Looks like he found us first’ she whispered, casing you to look up and see Mason walking over to you, his face full of confusion as he took the pair of you in. Sophia stood up, squeezing your shoulder before making way for Mason. You knew they were whispering about you but you ignored them as you wiped your eyes to try and make yourself look a bit more presentable for him and not let him know you were upset.

‘Baby? Talk to me, what’s wrong?’ Mason asked you gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your thighs as he tried to catch your eyes. You knew he knew what was wrong and you didn’t want to tell him right now so you kept your eyes down and your mouth shut. You heard him sigh quietly before kissing your forehead. ‘Would you like to go?’

‘Yes please’ you whispered and you didn’t refuse him when he held his hand out for you to take. You followed him out, using the side door so you could slip out without anyone noticing and once he’d joined you in the car you kept your eyes trained out the window. ‘Can you take me home please’ you told him quietly and you saw him nod out the corner of your eye.

‘Yeah, I’m taking us home, babe’

‘No. Not your house. I want to go home’

‘What? Why?’

‘I just want to go home. I want my own bed’ you told him quietly, hearing him gulp as he started the car.

‘Baby’ he sighed but you ignored him, moving your hands away so he couldn’t hold any part of you.

‘Please’ you told him quietly and you heard him let out a heavy sigh before he drove off. You both sat in silence, you in your own little world as you thought over everything Ruby had said to you. You knew Mason hadn’t been in a long term relationship for a few years before he’d met you and he’d fooled around with a few girls in that chunk of time but this whole situation made you feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t long before he was driving up your road and you sent a quick text to your housemate to let her know you’d be in shortly as not to give her a heart attack but Mason had other ideas. Not even stopping outside your building as he carried on straight passed without a word.

‘Mason? What are you doing? I said I wanted to go home’

‘I know’

‘Well can you turn around then please’

‘No. We’re going to mine and we’re talking about this. If you want me to take you home after then fine but I’m not letting you go and leaving things like this’ he told you calmly and you felt your eyes sting, turning to face out the window so he couldn’t see how upset you were. You didn’t want to talk to him about this right now, you wanted to rant so you could get a coherent response together before addressing it with him but he clearly had other plans, driving back to his in silence as you replayed Ruby’s words in your head.

Once he was parked, you got out of the car before he could say anything else and you let yourself in with the key he’d gifted you a few weeks ago. You didn’t know where you wanted to go and you ended up in the kitchen so you could grab yourself a drink of water. You were beginning to wonder where he was when he emerged, his face full of guilt as he caught your eye.

‘Are you gonna talk to me?’ He asked quietly

‘Do you not have anything to say first?’

‘I’m guessing Ruby spoke to you? Whatever she said it’s probably bullshit’

‘Why didn’t you tell me who she was? Or that she was there?’ You asked, your voice wobbly as you let your emotions take over. Mason looked heart broken as he looked over to you, starting to take a step so he could comfort you but you held your hands up to halt his movements.

‘Baby, please’

‘No, Mase. I feel like an idiot’ you told him, tears falling from your eyes from a mix of sadness and frustration. He completely ignored your signals for him to keep away from you and pulled you into his arms. You cursed the way you melted into him as your tears flowed quicker but you saw no use in trying to fight him off not matter how upset you were. He started rubbing slow circles on your back as you covered your face, sobbing into your hands. You hated how emotional you got over these things but it had taken a lot for you to open yourself up to Mason and this felt like a bit of a slap in the face.

Yours and Masons lives were a million miles apart and that was one of the reasons why you held back so much when the pair of you first met. You didn’t feel like you could belong in his world full of money and nice things whilst you were busting a gut at at your 9-5 whilst studying in the evenings but he always told you none of that mattered and he made you feel worthy. You knew you weren’t like like girls he’d spoken to in the past, Ruby being a prime example, but he made you feel loved and cherished and you felt like you were good for him as much as he was good for you.

‘You’re not an idiot baby. Please don’t think that. I’m the idiot.’ He told you with a laugh but you weren’t in the mood to laugh along with him. ‘Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you upset, love’ he whispered, kissing over your hairline gently but you didn’t have the courage to look up at him. You felt his arms drop to your thighs, hooking underneath and lifting you up so your legs and arms wrapped around him, your face hidden in his neck as he walked you out of the room and upstairs to bed. He laid you down and rolled you onto your side before crawling in behind you so he could spoon you.

You weren’t the best at speaking about your feelings and Mason knew this. The pair of you realised how much easier it was to to talk things out when you weren’t looking at each others faces so you often spent serious chats cuddled up like this. He let you calm down and get your breath back before kissing over your shoulder gently.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she was there. Chilly told me just before you came over to ask what was wrong and I panicked. I didn’t want to upset you and I figured she’d stay away from you so I thought it would just be best not to say anything’ he told you quietly and you shut your eyes so you could focus on your thoughts.

‘I get that, it just sucks. Like I feel like everyone was in on it and I wasn’t like some sort of joke’

‘That’s not it at all baby, I was trying to protect you’ he claimed, holding you to him a little bit tighter. ‘Tell me what she said so I can tell you it’s all rubbish’ he whispered and you felt a fresh wave of tears form in your eyes but you swallowed them down, wanting to let Mason know why you were so upset.

‘She said she knew you from a few years ago, that she left to go traveling and you’d begged her to stay and she didn’t and then basically accused me of being the reason you and her don’t speak now. Like she was the one that got away and she called you our Masey and said you were clingy’ you told him and you felt him sigh deeply behind you. ‘She also said she was back now like I should be worried about it like one look at her will make you leave me’

‘Sweetheart, I was never hers to begin with’ he huffed and you could feel him getting agitated. ‘I met her a few summers back when I was in America and she told me she was coming to visit England soon. We kept in touch and yeah when she came over for a couple of months we had a bit of thing. She told me after a month or so she wanted something serious with me but I didn’t. Like as shit as it sounds, I only saw her as someone to mess around with’ he told you, his words stinging you slightly as it felt weird to hear him talk about other girls, especially in this way. ‘She told me she was leaving if I didn’t change my mind so I told her to go cause I wouldn’t be. It was never my intention to have a girlfriend I just wanted a bit of fun for the summer. She was blowing up my phone constantly telling me I was making a mistake and that she could be good for me but I just ignored her and she stopped eventually but it’s obviously pissed her off. And like I get it maybe I was a bit of a dick to her but I was clear with her from the start what I wanted and she agreed to it’

You believed him but it didn’t make any of what he was saying or what had happened any easier to swallow.

‘So it wasn’t a proper relationship?’ You asked him softly and you felt him pull you towards him to he could kiss your cheek.

‘Not at all. She came to a few parties with me and yeah we slept together a few times but never in here like I never bought her home’ he told you and you felt yourself let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. ‘It was supposed to be just a bit of fun but she clearly had other ideas. But that’s besides the point, I should of told you who she was so you were prepared at least or stuck with you so she would of left you alone. I would say I can’t believe she made all that up but I can actually’ he sighed, and you could his eyes rolling in his head through his voice.

‘Look Mase, it’s none of my business what you got up to before me-‘

‘I want you to know though’ he interrupted ‘not because I’m being weird or anything, but I want you to know she meant nothing to me. Why do you think I fought so hard to be with you? Cause she didn’t make me feel a fraction of what you do and I knew you were meant to be mine from the second I saw you’ he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile along with him. ‘I’m yours yeah? Nothing changes that’

‘I just wished you would of told me who she was’

‘I know baby, that’s my bad. I’m so so sorry, I knew as soon as I saw you looking upset outside I’d messed up. Breaks my heart seeing you cry’

‘I just feel a bit silly’ you whispered and you felt Mason pull away from you a little bit before turning you around to look at him. He face was full of sympathy as he wiped under you eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

‘Please don’t think that. I don’t and neither does anyone else. She’s not worth getting upset about I swear. She’s obviously just jealous of you, that I’m giving your what she wanted but I haven’t wanted this with anyone until you came along. But I am sorry, I know if I was in your shoes I would of kicked off a lot more than you have’ he told you gently.

‘Did you talk to her about me?’

‘I told her I have a girlfriend but that’s about it. I don’t want her knowing our business. She spoke to Chilly and Reece more than me’

‘She said you’d told her all about me’

‘Well like I said, she talks bullshit. She saw you in a picture on chilly’s phone that’s the only reason she knew who you were’ he told you and you nodded before nestling into his chest. Breathing in his scent so you could calm down. ‘Do you still want to go home?’ He asked timidly, almost as if he was expecting you to say yes but you shook your head and felt him relax under you. ‘Okay good. How about I run us a bath and we just chill out for a bit yeah? I’ll light some candles and make it as bubbly as I can for you’ he told you and he held you even tighter as he felt you laugh into his chest, gently tilting your face up so you’d look at him. ‘I love you so much, you know that right? And I’d never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally anyway’

‘I know. I love you too’ you whispered reaching up to kiss him finally and he hummed appreciatively into your mouth.

‘I’m so sorry I ruined your night. I bet you won’t wanna go out with me again’ he laughed and you shook your head as you both sat up. ‘I promise next time I’ll make sure she’s nowhere near us. I’ll be honest I’m not sure why she was there in the first place actually’ he told you, rolling his eyes.

‘Let’s just forget about her. Come on you owe me a bath’ you chuckled and kissed his forehead before getting up.

‘I’ll meet you in there yeah?’ He questioned and you nodded before walking over to his mirror, trying to clean away the mascara stains that littered your cheeks as you took in your puffy eyes and red nose. You got lost in your own thoughts, jumping slightly as you felt Mason wrap his arms around you from behind. ‘You ready my love?’ He whispered in your ear as he kissed the side of your head gently. You smiled at him through the mirror and nodded, turning to kiss him gently and he kissed you back just as sweetly. Setting your skin alight as you got lost in each other, trying to let the other know things were okay. ‘Come on you’ he whispered, bumping his nose against yours gently ‘bath will go cold if you keep me out here any longer’ he joked before taking your hand and leading you into the bathroom. The whole Ruby saga out of you head for now as you dreamt of being warm and cozy in Masons arms.

[winchesterszvonecek]

“Things said between kisses” Prompt List

— "Aren't you afraid of getting seen with me?"

Otis x fem pls 🥰🙂🥰

Btw LOVE AND OBSESSED WITH YOUR BLOG

Lucky - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Prompt: “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: thank you so much anon! it makes me happy to hear people enjoy my blog :)

Masterlist | Otis Masterlist

In house relationships were always risky, you knew that. But at the same time, they could be downright exciting. All the sneaking around. The stolen glances. The secret kisses in the turnout room when no one else was around.

Even the steamy moments in the shower were something that gave you intense butterflies over just how exhilarating they were as anybody could just walk in and overhear you.

It’s what made it fun. The risk of being caught in an otherwise compromising position.

Even though you knew no one would care if you were dating a coworker, given that Casey and Gabby were already out as a couple, you still liked sneaking around with Otis, who you had just started dating thanks to a drunken confession one night at Molly’s.

Only after months of mutual pining.

Another reason why you didn’t exactly need to sneak around as everybody already knew as it wasn’t overly subtle when you both snuck off within minutes of each other and came back all sweaty and flustered.

But you enjoyed it. And so did Otis. Or at least, you thought he did as he’d been the one to suggest you both keep your relationship a secret in the first place.

Little did you know however, he’d only suggested that as he was a little worried you’d be embarrassed to be seen with him let alone be seen kissing him.

You were way out of his league, he knew that. He was lifting above his weight and when you confessed you had feelings for him he almost thought he’d died and gone to heaven. But then he woke up beside you the next morning, finding that you were still completely head over heels for him even without the copious amounts of alcohol you’d both consumed.

Otis had never felt more lucky than he’d been that day which is exactly why he didn’t want to risk anything to make you second guess your decision to be with him and if that meant keeping the others in the dark about your relationship, then so be it.

“What are you doing?” Otis whispered, glancing around him as you pushed him gently up against the truck, having to place his hands on your waist yourself as he was too worried about someone catching you.

You’d never been this close to one another on the apparatus floor before and with the Squad table just behind the truck you had him pinned to? The risk of exposure was at an all time high and Otis couldn’t help but feel his stomach begin to tighten.

“Kissing my boyfriend, what does it look like?” You chuckled playfully, yet quietly, capturing his lips in yours and finding yourself a little confused when he didn’t kiss back right away.

Eventually he did though, after a good few seconds longer than normal. Normally they might have worried you, but you just chalked it up to him being nervous about getting caught, especially when his hands slinked further around your waist to pull you flush against his body.

“Right here?” Otis exhaled, his hot breath puffing out across your lips in a way that sent a shiver right down your spine. “Right on the middle of the apparatus floor? Where anyone could walk by and see us?”

“What?” You pulled your lip between your teeth, a sly grin rising on them the minute it popped free. “Are you scared of getting caught?”

“No.” Otis scoffed out, as nonchalantly as he could as he was scared of getting caught. Just not for the reason you thought.

You pulled him towards you again, your hand slinking round the back of his head to thread through his thick curls, feeling the softness of them around your fingers as you kissed him again.

You always loved his kisses. How gentle he was. How loving and passionate each one was, even if it was only a small peck there was still so much feeling and emotion packed in there and you felt more than lucky to end up on the receiving end of them.

Even the slight roughness of his moustache against your skin was something you craved. Something you longed to feel which is exactly why you’d cornered him out here, as you found yourself unable to wait for a time when you were alone.

“It’s just…” Otis began, hesitantly as he couldn’t help but feel pathetic for even asking you this. “Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

“What?” You pulled back further, your brow deeply furrowed over your confusion filled eyes. “Why would I be afraid to be seen with you?”

“Because I’m me.” Otis replied shyly, his head dropping out of embarrassment and you could see the slight flush of scarlet rise to his cheeks. “Because you’re out of my league and I’m lifting way above my weight class in thinking I can keep you.”

“Oh, baby.” You said softly, your heart almost breaking at his confession. You lifted your free hand, cupping his face gently and raising it to meet yours again. “You are far too hard on yourself, Brian… Because you…”

You ran your thumb lightly down his lips, taking a second to simply suck in a breath as you wouldn’t lie, you felt a little teary that he had such fears about your relationship.

“You are the sweetest, kindest, most caring guy I have ever had the pleasure of being with. Not to mention you’re incredibly cute… Incredibly handsome… With a killer moustache I might add.” You chuckled softly, feeling your heart warm when his face twitched beneath your touch as he smiled. “And I would be proud to show you off as mine.”

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Otis whispered, swallowing thickly as he didn’t want to show how badly your words made him want to cry a little. “And I’m so lucky that you’re letting me be the one you would show off as yours… If that makes sense, it sounded better in my head.”

“It made perfect sense…” You smiled, before your eyebrow raised a little and you chuckled. “I think… But I get what you mean anyway… Now, what do you say you let me drag you inside…”

“Say more.” Otis pulled you tighter against him, his scheming eyes glistening with excitement.

“Normally I would be saying more.” You laughed, grazing your thumb down his lips once again before kissing him softly. “But this time I’m thinking more along the lines of letting me drag you inside so I can tell everyone in there that I’m yours… And that you’re mine.”

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[guplia]

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask!

Okay! It's time for the second round of my fic recommendations! Once again I'm not including any wips.

"Tiny Troubles" by RavenKnight3035 (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Something's wrong with Cole, but he refuses to talk to anyone about it. Then, to make matters worse, a mysterious criminal attacks and the results are...interesting to say the least. "Cole! You're TINY!" Prepare for a big helping of fluff with a side of angst. :D"

This fic is about Cole, who becomes a little kid after something that goes wrong on a mission. And he's been acting strange before that too, so the ninja try to figure out what's wrong with him.

This takes place after season 2 (of the original series not Dragons Rising) but has technically become canon-divergent because of something that gets revealed in season 13, but it's a good read! There were hurt/comfort scenes I liked!

"Family" by Doctor_Discord (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Takes place like a month after Lloyd was magically aged. When Lloyd is kidnapped and used as leverage by Scales and the Serpentine, Garmadon is willing to do anything to get him back. Even kill. I am horrific at summaries but this is good I promise. Also posted on Wattpad under same Username"

So this is a canon-divergent fic with a lot of Lloyd angst! Garmadon teams up with the ninja to get him back from Scales.

There was a sequel that's also available on AO3 but it's been discontinued for five years and as far as I know the author is not into Ninjago anymore, but they said that anyone can write a continuation so there's that! But this fic is fully complete.

"Five Times Lloyd Was a Pain" by DietCokeIsLife (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"And, the one time he wasn't. Takes place pre-Child's Play when Lloyd is still a kid. Very fluffy!"

So like I said in the previous post, I like how Lloyd and Kai's dynamic changes through the seasons, and how they hate each other at first. Well, here's Lloyd's relationships with everyone!

"Misunderstood" by Lilac_Lily234 (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Finally after this brat caused so much trouble Cole was pretty sure this kid was going to get scolded at by everyone and Sensei Wu, and sent back to whatever horrible mother let her kid run around to do such misdeeds as they had this kid cornered on the roof; Cole didn't expect what the kid would do next though, and it horrified him."

Again, a child Lloyd fic! This one goes in a different direction from what happens in episode four after Pythor betrays Lloyd.

It's a oneshot but omg I wish it had a second part (no pressure to the author if they end up reading this! Just expressing my feelings for this fic :D)

"Little Brother" by Nation_Ustria (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Finding out that the person you consider your little brother is also a (supposedly) terrible person that you've been taught to hate for years is a little bit hard to work through—especially when that person is in pain. Revealed Part 2 - Kai's POV"

So in my previous post I mentioned a tlnm fic titled "Revealed"-- this is basically the same story but from Kai's part of view! (That technically makes it a different story then, I guess.) I loved this one just as much as the first one!

There's still more but I'm too tired and busy to write about them rn-- but if anyone wants even more recommendations you can still ask me! It might take me a while to respond, though.

[lafiametta]

How do you think Ani and Igor progress from the moment in his grandmother’s car to being actually together (in whatever capacity that could mean) ?

This is such a great (and difficult!) question, Anon.

The last scene is such an emotional gut punch that it makes it hard to see how Ani and Igor could pick back up from it in any immediate and casual sense. I mean, how do you interact in a non-painful and awkward way with a guy who you just fucked in the driver's seat of his grandmother's car and then broke down in front of (like big ugly crying broke down), especially when you've got such big protective walls up like Ani does? I think it would have been nearly impossible for her to look at him, much less slip him her number or invite him inside the house for round two.

But I'm a softie at heart, so of course I want them to be together.

The only way that I think it would actually work would be with a lot of time and a lot of trust. The trust aspect would probably be the hardest, even though Igor seems to possess enough emotional intelligence and patience to know how to get her to lower her guard a little. (You can see it right when he first tries to kiss her. He's got her head in his hands, but he's not pulling her down; instead, he's very slowly moving up towards her, almost like she's something he doesn't want to startle with any sudden moves.) He's already figured out that her brashness — and her capacity for insult — is part of a protective mechanism, so it would be a question of letting her see that she was safe, that he wasn't just going to use her. (I imagine that Ani, given her experience of the world, doesn't have a high estimation of men in general, so proving to her that he liked her for her, and not for something she'd do for him, would also be important.)

So how do they progress to that point of trust? Realistically, I think Igor would have to be the one who takes the initiative. He'd give her some time, maybe a couple of weeks, and then seek her out. Going to her house might seem too forward, and honestly, a little stalker-y, so maybe he'd go to HQ and wait for her after she finished work. And from there it would be really slow: offering her a ride back home (while making it clear there are no strings attached), waiting for the night when she eventually asks if they can stop and get some food, giving her his number but telling her it's only if she needs anything (and not asking for hers), showing up when she finally texts and asks him for help picking up something she bought off Facebook Marketplace (even though he knows it's a bit of a pretense; there's no way she doesn't know anyone else with an car), getting a “hey, thanks” text and after a while messaging back and forth about her day and being sent random selfies and silly memes he doesn't really understand, driving her up to a jeweler in the city where she finally sells the ring and then sits in the passenger seat staring the check until she remembers that he's there and slowly reaches out to take his hand.

To be together, they would have to learn how to be together, how to grow comfortable around each other, and for Ani, to discover that she's worth waiting for. I still think she would keep calling him a fucking weirdo, though.

[neewtmas]

24 days of Appreciation

DAY 2

Welcome to the second day of appreciation this month, where we shine a spotlight each day on those we appreciate in this fandom!

If you want to submit someone or something (for more info read here), you can do so here or just message me! If you wanna stay anonymous, either tell me or submit on anon.

Appreciation from me:

Today, I wanna appreciate @waitingforthesunrise, who might just be the absolut sweetest person in this entire fandom (case in point: the ask you sent me asking to submit me🥹). Your positivity is unmatched, and your presence is light and warmth, the sunrise personified basically. You were so very nice to me when I joined this fandom and made me feel welcome even though I really struggle to build friendships, online just as much as irl. I always read your poetry, even though poetry is not really my thing, but I admire you so much for being able to write it so beautifully. The poem you wrote for me some months ago? That still hangs on my picture wall. Also, remember the one time you made fanart for my locklyle fic??? Literal best thing ever. And now I always think of you when I see a pretty sunrise/sunset. ILY🧡🧡

Appreciation from others (submissions):

from @novelizt: Hi, I'm Liz! Since this season is all about sharing, I'd like to share my appreciation for a few people that made this fandom feel like family to me. I'm not really sure if there's a limit to how many people I can mention, but the list is long so I'll stick to my ride or dies First of all, @tangledinlove who made me fall in love with Anthony Lockwood. Your kindness basically cemented my place in this crazy family. You're the loveliest, and I always round back to reading your fics when I need a pick-me-up. Your words are forever tattooed into my brain. On top of that, you are one of my favorite persons I've met on this app, and I hope you know how much I appreciate you. Next, @kiyasoup and @avdioblisss who I basically share braincells with. Any notif from y'all means my day will be good. I don't know what else to say other than I love you and I hope all your dream come true 💙 Also, @mitskiswift99 who always makes me blush and sob and shriek. If I had the power to teleport and hug you, I would! My Swiftie soulmate, I love you dearly 💙 Last, but definitely not least, the feeders of my delusions, @lewkwoodnco @bella-rose29 @ukulelevillainwrites and @atlabeth !! I used to read your fics and think "damn, they're so cool" and now we're moots jsnhs Some days, I still feel like I'm dreaming. Your fics are my fuel for life. Please keep doing what you're doing. 70 years from now, I'll still be reblogging your works 💙 Yeesh, I really don't know how to keep things short. I just have a lot of love for this fandom, and I hope everyone enjoys their holidays. Lots of love &lt;3

Show your appreciation and submit someone or something here :)

[jmdbjk]

July 14th is the day Jikookers delusions comes to an end. Btw not just jkkrs but all gay shippers. You saw that Explicit version and Red CD ? If it doesn't scream sex Idk what it is. When I told you the other day that it's gonna be an Explicit song you all laughed at me saying JK you all know won't do it. That's true, but there's another JK you all doesn't know. He's gonna show that version here. Ready to cry when he's having one of most sexiest scenes in kpop Mvs ever WITH A WOMAN. You have 2 options: block and laugh at me for saying truth or Be ready with 101 explanations on July 14th, to convince yourself and your followers that JK is gay with a long term bf aka your fav (a member respectively for each shipper), will need a lot of excuses and explanations btw. Best of luck.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!

I just found this in my inbox. I know its old and I know it made the rounds already but damn, I laughed so hard.

Yes, dude... July 14 was something else all right. What a fun day that was.

To me it definitely was a turning point in Bangtan history as well as kpop history. Jungkook of BTS singing about fucking every single day of the week. All day, every hour, every minute, night after night he'll be dicking you right... Just come right out and say it, JK.

Yes, the song was about sex! SCORE ONE FOR YOU, ANON!

Our Jungkookie let loose with the big jingle jangles in his pocket, wagging those jewels around every chance he got! Boy definitely has some balls to just drop that one on us.

However, you did get some big points in your ask totally wrong...

That MV did not show the most sexiest scenes in Kpop (in my humble opinion)... TXT's MV for Sugar Rush Ride was more explicit with them caressing their own bodies, and there was nary a female to be seen in those MVs. I almost fell for them with that MV.

And I do cry on the daily that BTS has not yet covered themselves in glitter and had foreplay with themselves in an MV (or each other)... maybe after MS? Question is, will YOU be ready for that?

Still, one of the sexiest scenes in kpop to me is Jimin and Jungkook's Black Swan pas de deux. Jaw droppingly beautiful.

Or did you mean JK holding hands with Sohee at the end was sexy? Yes, so smexy. He holds hands often with Jimin and I do find it a little bit sexy so I could be persuaded on that point but only to a point.

No one has to convince ourselves that JK (might) be gay. He does it himself. No extra explanations needed...

And no one has to come up with excuses about Jimin and Jungkook being a "thing" cuz lawd... I will say no more...

I won't block you, or maybe I did without knowing it because you also sent in some other equally vapid takes on something else. But I did laugh at you heartily and continue to do so. If you aren't blocked, please hit me up with more of your ridiculousness... except you won't be able to do it anonymously anymore because jeez, that functionality is about as useless as Tumblr Live.

Yes, dude... we hit the jackpot that day.

[monkeerotica]

I am NOT the same anon who requested the transfem!Mike ask, and this might also not work, but if it does maybe do something about gender affirming body worship with her? That would be cute probably and I think body worship counts as a kink...?

happy new year, anon. -author🦋

baby at your breast

She had to go out and buy it special, but it didn’t turn any heads. Unlike the 72-inch dress and size 11 shoes, this could conceivably have been a purchase Phyllis was making for herself (and not, as the shopkeepers might assume with the rest of the wardrobe, her curiously yardstick-shaped sister). The only second glance she got was at her chest, as the sales girl seemed to check whether she was still wearing the old bullet style to purchase this new cupless, wireless brassiere. In fact, she was, though she knew the silhouette wasn’t visible under her coat.

At home, she had Mike sit on the bed so she could put it on her without having to stand on a chair. For something called the No Bra, it wasn’t as hassle-free as she had hoped, the side supports still digging slightly into Mike’s skin under her arms, and only one hook meaning she had to let the straps out all the way for a proper fit.

“How does that feel?”

Mike raised her arms, pulling a deep, slow breath, and set them down again. “Itchy.”

That couldn’t be helped. It was sheer nylon in the front, and like Dickinson’s Tippet – only Tulle, it was bound to be a little scratchy on bare skin. The trade-off was that everything showed through, a little pink sheen the only difference between wearing Gernreich’s design and nothing at all. 

Phyllis looked over Mike’s shoulder at their two-headed reflection in the full-length mirror. Her budding breasts didn’t fill the whole cup, but there was some roundness to them, a little bit of tension in the nylon dart. She slotted her arms under Mike’s and touched them, just grazing both nipples with her thumbs at first. Mike gasped, hissing, through her teeth. They were impossibly sensitive with growing pains and Phyllis’ cold fingers probably didn’t help matters, but Mike had never tried to keep her away from them. Especially after Phyllis had passed along, in hopes of making Mike laugh, the quip she’d gotten from some piglet in junior high: If you let me play with them, they’ll get bigger.

Phyllis cupped her lightly, quietly proud that her small hands could make anything seem ample. “Do you like it?”

Mike nodded. “Nice an’ gentle.”

“But do you like how it looks?”

Their reflections made eye contact. “Do you?” Mike asked, after a long pause.

“Yes,” she said without hesitating. “Yes. Look.”

When she moved her hands inward, a shadow and then a crease formed on Mike’s chest. In the mirror, Mike’s eyes lowered, unmistakably ogling her newfound décolletage. Phyllis looked a second time and it sent a lightning jet of honest-to-god arousal through her, warming her belly. She didn’t want to tackle head-on the way this made her feel. Better to focus on how Mike felt, even if she didn’t always follow Mike’s nebulous memories of a gender-undefined child, or the way she waxed linguistic about third-person neuter pronouns in German. She hadn’t voiced any desire to change her name (any more, Phyllis noted, than it had already been changed), but Phyllis had taken to calling her Delilah sometimes, just so she could see how it felt. Mike didn’t share her feelings one way or the other, but once in a while her eyes would soften.

“You see?” Phyllis traced the dart on each side, so gently she was barely making contact.

Mike’s skin prickled with goosebumps and she let out a quiet shiver. “Sure looks good when you’re holding them.”

“Pixie,” Phyllis answered, tracing a circle with her nails.

One hand came up to join hers. Phyllis thought she was warding her off, but Mike pulled aside one sheer cup and looked at her, silently asking.

Phyllis sat herself across Mike’s slender thighs and closed her mouth around the small, exposed breast. To the sounds of blissful sighs, she sucked as lightly as she could bear to, brushed the tip of her tongue across, gave a mild squeeze.

“Lilah.” She covered the wet skin when she spoke, so Mike wouldn’t get cold.

Holding her head like a babe, Mike smoothed Phyllis’ hair behind her ear. “What, April?”

At the beginning of their relationship, Phyllis truly couldn’t have understood. Any claim that her small bust was desirable enough to turn Mike away from Jayne Mansfield types had to be empty flattery, but she let Mike repeat it. She allowed the fondling and the praise because it seemed like Mike got something out of it. Only now did she see what she’d been missing. “You’re just lovely.”

In the next room, their baby woke loudly and cried for food sooner than either of them had expected. Phyllis sat up.

The No Bra was back in place, but Mike took one strap down and uncovered her right breast. “I’ll get it,” she said.

Phyllis let slip a laugh, then slapped a hand over her mouth.

Mike only winked in response. She threw a flannel over her shoulders for warmth and left in search of Christian’s bottle.

[dracanianwyvern]

Fuck it. Long post incoming, which hopefully will be my final shit on this whole drama. Below the cut, read if you want.

While yes, you made the tpc tags kerf, that does not mean you can try and gatekeep somebody out of another tag they made. If you don't want to see somebody in a tag you made, just block them. You do not have to gatekeep a tag of a community they are in, it just comes off as rude.

Also, this next bit is directed at both you and cintagonisupset, if you did not want a debate over something you posted make it clear on the post otherwise others will debate with you about it. Also, you both intruded on a conversation between two blogs. Yes it was on one of your posts, but you were not involved in the conversation. You could of handled this situation very differently, but you didn't.

You two instigated the whole drama just by wording a request wrong and then going out of your way to harass those with a different opinion to you, while yes you most likely had your reasonings behind it... it most likely isn't a good enough reason to have done what you did.

Next section? Cintagonisupset, this is mainly about you now.

From what I've heard, you've been an absolute dick to a multitude of people and from the confidence of others speaking up from this current drama, they're speaking up. Not to mention, you haven't given your side of these new issues. So, I cannot even be in your side for all this drama from the hole you have dug yourself into here. Karma is collecting your debts, and OH BOY will it be messy. You did this to yourself, nobody can help you now.

Dulcetmoony, don't think your getting off the hook either.

You had said you were willing to talk it out with those you affected, only to apologise and then block goldy before they could respond. You weren't involved from the start, yet you jumped in anyway to defend your friends. I get that, but you could have been WAY MORE civil about it. But you weren't, and here we are instead.

I'm willing to tear into myself here too., I know I'm not above what I've contributed.

I got involved, I sent an anon hate ask which I still regret even though the one I sent it too has forgiven me for it. I got involved by sending the information to prettybeegkittykat via some asks, therefore "stirring the pot" [captain-kretsnik's words, not mine] more then it already had been. I caused myself to loose a mutual over this, however in my eyes? I shouldn't be blaming myself for a good portion of this, yet I am. Plus, I had been planning on creating art for captain-kretsnik at some point. Never got round to it.

Finally, a message to all involved.

This could have been handled alot better then it was, but now? Now we've got to deal with the pit we all helped dig, and karma will not let it go by cleanly for some. This is one deep pit, and it appears it might go deeper. I've already tried to fill in my contribution to this hole, both with the two past posts relating to it and now this one. I hope you all can do the same.

[thisismeracing]

I'm sending this in bc I have been gathering random thoughts but don't worry about answering right the way!

okay first

-mick is kind of a golden retriever but in my opinion he is more of a blue eyed labrador

maybe bc he's a little shy and g retrievers are all out a have a very energetic vibe even when with strangers they're over energetic, but I feel like mick is more of a shy person who might be social but doesn't initiate any interaction + mick with short hair looks exactly like a labrador don't lie to yourself guys

-mick invites estie everywhere bc he's a very intuitive person (not that you need it to see it) but he feels like estie is always kinda left out even when he is invited to things - he is a empath and you can't change mind

-I know how bad it is to "diagnose" people out of nowhere BUT as a neurodivergent my self I feel such a neurodivergent vibe from him?!? am I the only one?

-out of all the drivers he's the one who seems to try to get out of his bubble the most (if we count Seb and Lewis out) he engages and tries to learn + support a lot of things that are socially important, out of the younger drivers he is the one who shows most interested in it too. I worry so much that once Lewis retires (still crying about Seb), we will basically have no drivers who strives for diversity and equality as strongly as they do

-I will say that i'm a gemini and the person I had the best romantic relationship was a Aries, Idk why people hate them?? They are literally one of the best zodiac signs, there is nothing about them I don't like, I don't know what that says about me

now I will also admit that the worst romantic relationship I've had was with a Cancer, he was the most emotionally manipulative person I ever met, please avoid them at all costs romantically (just a warning- I mean a tip)

btw love you lots and love how you answer everything that is sent in

- 🎀 anon

-oMG I- I CAN TOTALLY SEE IT AND I HAVE TO AGREE!! HAHAHAH I can't unsee it! Now, every time I pass a lab I'm gonna think about Mick lol

-I had the same feeling tbh. I think he is the kind of person who likes to make everyone feel loved and welcomed, so sometimes even without noticing he gravitates towards the less famous in the crowd. 🥹

-I think this may be like on the estie bestie point: he just radiates such good energy that we can't help but identify with him, maybe that leads us to "getting X vibe" like you just did 💗 (I'm not elaborating much on this point bc I feel like this is a very personal and delicate subject so yup).

-I've been refraining to think about Lewis' retirement because I have the same feeling you do. It's not that the others don't care (some really don't tbh), but there's a difference in how he acts and how some of the grid acts. Lewis tends to use his voice more, just like Seb did/still do, and this is what we need: people who understand that their biggest power is their voice, not only their money when the conversation is creating diverse and prejudice-free spaces.

-I honestly don't understand much about astrology, though I do believe in it. But if Mick has any red flags related to his star sign you can bet I'm acting colorblind about it 😘👍🏾 I've never really stopped to notice how people talk about Aries, I'm making a point out of it now. Maybe Gemini people like to do exactly what others told them not to hahaha thank you for the tip!! I'm gonna keep an eye open for them!! 👀✍️🏾

aweeee, love you too, honey!! thanks for the ask, I'm patiently waiting for the next round *mwah* 💖💖💖

[callibones]

uhhh hh ..... hello! this is the same anon who sent in that ask about object camps. the camps you suggested sound really interesting! im a little too scared to join them for now haha but they sound really cool. they will rotate in my mind for a while i think HGFDSFGHJGFDSDFGH other than that .. 1 . i came across the wiki camp two and it looked so creative and interesting to me! i dont program in css that often anymore but the site makes me wanna go over and put in a bunch of pages. problem is.. i don't know how to Apply? or Do Anything? rn the site is locked for voting but just in general i tried reading the rules but still couldn't understand how it worked. if you knew anything about it that'd be nice. it also seems to have a discord server..? again im scared to check myself but if youre in it i wanna know whether it's a nice space to be in.

2 . uhhghgfdghj i peered through the rest of the blog and found the shelled one blaseball fic you posted ? and i think im really Normal about it. So after reading that i now trust your fanfic opinions. are there any other blaseball fics you'd strongly recommend? and uh general.. uh, evil mind controlly fics would be really nice too (the book of bill is also sort of ruining me along with this so i am truly looking for ANYTHING and like omg hbdxszexrdcfdsxrctvdxszaf) and thats all i wanted to ask you! sorry this is getting REALLY LONG i wish you well and i am So Sorry for bothering you!

HELLO AGAIN! not botherin me at all. :-] i was hopin youd find that answer.... i made sure to answer it at the same time u sent the question so you'd have a MAXIMUM CHANCE of findin it, and u Did! so Yay! welcome back. im going to tag my answers to your Post's with 🩸🟪 so we Never Get Separated Again. but i want you to know.... i don't bite! i literally can't on account of my face is a monitor. so if you wanna chat, feel free to dm me! you seem like a really fun person and we clearly have a lotta interest's in common so Consider That: An Option.

ANYHOO.

1) the wiki camp 2 is ABSOLUTELY a welcoming community. in fact, check this out: here's an index of plainly written explanations of various community in-jokes, to ensure nobody's left confused! while i'm not super active on the discord due to hyperfixating on single spaces at a time like some sort of cryptid, i have a lot of wonderful friends in the community and i'd wholeheartedly call it nice.

you don't have to apply to write, either! while i don't think there's an ETA yet on when the wiki's re-opening, whenever it does you'll be able to make an account for free and start creating to your heart's content! sometimes people who do that even get roped into the camp due to Token Shenanigans....

2) look. i get it. how much do i get it? the post you're talking about was written by my bill cipher fictive. and guess what book made me pick THAT thing up? we're in the same boat. i'm (RELATIVELY) normal 'round these parts, but if you do end up dropping me a line, maybe you'll happen upon some of my stuff? just sayin'. but as for what i can do for ya at the desk here...

thing is, i actually haven't read that much blaseball fanfic. i know! i WANT to. i have a list, which i'll reblog with your special tag right after this. but my brain doesn't let me read a lotta long stuff these days, which is SUCKS! i might poke around some tags and see what i can find, but that spectacular shelled one fic's the only one of its kind i know.

if you wanna read something Long and Serious and Really Really Good that's haunted me for years, put your eyes on Oil and Water, the shoe thieves disaster marriage classic about grief and autism and family and other such things.

then read everything else that catches your fancy, and send me your picks! and hey. if anyone reading this wants to help a cute anon out and knows some fics (or wrote some fics) that fit the Bill i mean the bill, PLEASE lemme know!! i Understand wanting more evil mind control. it's kind of my whole thing. PLUS i'm literally the shelled one's favorite

[likecastle]

Ronance Femslash February - inseparable since childhood

Thanks so much to the anon who sent the prompt “inseparable since childhood”! I may have hurt my own feelings a little with this one--not so much because of what’s in the actual ficlet, but just wondering what it might have changed. Anyway!

I still need a few more prompts to close out Ronance Femslash February, so please send them my way! Anon asks are totally fine, and you’re welcome to send more than one prompt. Don’t be shy! You can find previous prompts I’ve filled here.

“You’d better still hang out with us, that’s all I’m saying.” Barb watches Nancy’s face go still in surprise, but she perseveres, because this needs to be said. “If you become friends with Tommy H. or Carol—”

“Oh, gross,” Nancy says, just as Robin bounds up to them and practically trounces Nancy from behind.

“Who’s gross?” Robin asks, leaning playfully on Nancy’s shoulder.

Nancy goes stiff under Robin’s weight, a cornered expression on her face. “No one.”

Nancy hasn’t told Robin about Steve yet, despite Barb’s repeated warnings that Robin will flip when she finds out Nancy’s been keeping it from her. Still, Barb can understand why Nancy isn’t exactly eager to tell her about making out with the king of Hawkins High himself. Unlike Barb and Nancy, who mostly manage to fly under the radar, socially speaking, Robin tends to attract more unfavorable attention from the popular kids. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t look as clean-cut as Nancy and Barb do, or because the Buckleys don’t have as much money as the Hollands or the Wheelers, or maybe it’s just because Robin refuses to accept the prevailing social order as immutable law. But whatever the reason, Robin’s caught a lot of flack from Steve Harrington’s flunkies over the years, so Barb gets why Nancy isn’t falling all over herself to announce what Robin will no doubt see as a grave betrayal.

“Ohhh-kay,” Robin drawls, taking her weight off Nancy’s shoulder at last. She may not have the best grasp of social niceties all the time, but she’s hardly oblivious. She must have noticed the look that passed between them when she showed up, can’t have missed the tension in Nancy’s shoulders. “Did I miss something?”

“Just nervous about chemistry,” Nancy says, all the bubbly good humor of a few minutes ago evaporated. She turns to put her books away, as if it’s the only way she can think of to avoid looking at Robin.

“Ooh, what’s this?” Robin exclaims. Her arm shoots out to snag a folded piece of paper sitting at the bottom of Nancy’s locker. “Does someone have a secret admirer?”

“Give that back,” Nancy snaps, snatching the paper back from Robin and shoving it into the pocket of her jacket. “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” She slams her locker shut and brushes past Robin to hurry off down the hall.

“Was it something I said?” Robin asks blithely, more to the thin air where Nancy was standing than to Barb. Despite the attempt at a joke, Barb can see the hurt on Robin’s face, the way she cranes her neck to watch Nancy round the corner and disappear.

Barb sighs. This is the other reason she’s been insisting to Nancy that keeping things from Robin is a bad idea. The three of them have been practically inseparable since childhood, and they all know each other better than they know probably anybody else in the world, but there are still things they don’t talk about—like the way Robin looked sick to her stomach when Kyle P. asked Nancy to dance at Homecoming last year, or how self-conscious Robin’s gotten at sleepovers since the last time Nancy tried to give her a makeover. Barb doesn’t know how to bring it up, and Robin certainly isn’t about to say anything, but somebody needs to say something, or things are only going to get worse. “Come on,” she says, nudging Robin’s shoulder, “we’d better go or we’ll be late to class.”