#the way she's looking at him when he's carrying her OH MY GOODNESS

[natalievoncatte]

It was a very good day, all in all. Nia had spent the day winding through the downtown shops with Lena, who was enjoying the anonymity afforded by dressing down in a hoodie. The spring air was crisp but not cold and they made their way down, eventually, to the waterfront and strolled through the open air markets, to Lena’s favorite food cart, where she bought them both tamales.

They were sitting on high stools around a bar height table and Nia was indulging thoughtfully on her mournful of tamale and sour cream when Lena very casually said, “when did Kara tell you that she’s Supergirl?”

Nia almost choked, grabbing her lemonade in a mad dash to wash down her mouthful of food and breathe again. Lena wasn’t looking at her. The question had come in a cool tone, but with a hard, brittle edge.

It wasn’t some weird joke, or strange passing fancy. Lena’s eyes were hard, a sharpness to her look that often came into her delicate features when she spoke of someone she hated. It made her stunning beauty seem dangerous and vulpine.

“Not long after we met. I told her I was an alien first and about the whole dreaming thing, and then she told me.”

Lena nodded and sipped a bottle of Mexican soda, nudging her half-dismembered tamale with a plastic fork, smearing thin strips of shredded pork angrily across the cardboard bowl.

“When did she tell you?” Nia asked, wincing at the quaver in her voice.

Lena looked up, and met Nia’s gaze. She had her CEO face on- unflappable, a little contemptuous, even arrogant, a kind of distance in the way she looked down her nose. It made her look queenly.

It also made Nia’s bowels turn to water and she had to focus on shoving her lunch back down where it belonged.

Lena said very softly, “she didn’t.”

Nia made a fist and pushed the heel of her hand against the table to hide her shaking.

Oh God, she thought, what have I done?

“How did you…” Nia began, “when…”

There was a bird chirping nearby. The crisp pleasant air carried the salt of the sea. It was a good day, a nice day. The sun was shining and Nia fancied she might look up and see Kara zooming overhead, just to check on them.

To check on Lena. Like she always did.

“My brother told me before I shot him.”

There was a cracking, brittle and qualify to Lena’s half-whispered confession, and Nia instinctively looked around for eavesdroppers.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Lex had an emergency portal device in his suit, set uo to ‘port him out if he was in danger. When he portalled back to his old hideout I was waiting for him.”

Nia licked her lips. “Then what…”

“He showed me. He had surveillance footage- Kara using her powers, not just to protect me but to hide evidence, conceal her secret from me.”

“Oh,” said Nia.

“He wanted me to join him. He expected me to flip out and decide to help him kill her, I guess.”

Lena gave a little shrug.

“And then…”

“Then I killed him. I shot him twice in the chest and then again in his stupid face.”

Nia looked around again. This was a conversation to be had across the path from a food truck selling deep fried fruit pies. Lena’s usually pale face was flushed a deep red and her eyes grew wet.

“You know,” said Lena. “James must. Alex, obviously. Wynn, Wynn must have known. Alex’s boss, other people at the DEO, right? How many people know there?”

Nia thought of Kara’s locker at the DEO and felt a surge of panic, as if she’d been dunked right in the ocean.

“How many times was I in a room with all of you and I was the only one who was wasn’t in on it?”

“Lena,” Nia began.

“What did I do wrong? Why me? Why did I have to be the one kept in the dark? I could have helped her, just like you do, just like Querl does. I could have done so much, but… what? What the fuck did I do wrong? Is it because I’m a Luthor? Is that how you all see me, too? Is that how she sees me?”

“No,” said Nia.

It was burning in her chest, yearning to break free.

You must never tell either of them, Brainy had intoned, you have to swear. The fate of the entire universe depends on you not revealing what I’m about to tell you before it’s time.

It was like an unscratchable itch. The knowledge that Brainy had shared with her, the secret he had whispered in her ear, almost drove her mad. It took her a while to make peace with it, even find comfort in it. She knew, knew with total certainty that things would be alright because something that was supposed to happen hadn’t yet.

Lena was staring at her, silently begging for Nia, for anyone, to make it make sense.

Lena was on the verge of hyperventilating, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

“I had to do it,” Lena whispered.

“Do what?”

“I had to shoot him, Nia. He was never going to stop. He was going to kill her eventually. Do you understand?”

Nia slid off her stool, and gently took Lena’s arm, guiding her down as well.

“I can’t do it,” said Lena. “I can’t keep it in anymore, not after this, nor after what I did. I can’t pretend now I just can’t do it.”

“Pretend what?”

Lena didn’t answer, not directly. “I know why she didn’t tell me. I can see it. It must be obvious, right? I must be so sad and pathetic to all of you.”

“What? No! Why would you think that?”

“Everybody has to see it. I’m such a goddamn cliche. I know why she won’t tell me.”

Nia blinked, shaking her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“She’ll never want me the way I want her.”

Those words, that tiny little half-confession, rocked Nia to her core. She felt her knees give a little and her own expression go momentarily vacant, and the words were out of her mouth before she could even think to stop herself. Nia Nal was a bad liar. She had no poker face. She was an open book.

“Yes, she does.”

Lena looked up sharply, her eyes almost comically wide with shocked hope.

“What? Nia, what do you mean? Do you understand what I’m saying here?”

Oh.

Oops.

Nia’s gaze searched Lena’s face, trying to find some way to get herself out of this without dropping a timeline-risking truth bomb.

She couldn’t. It wasn’t right. Lena should know. She had a right to know.

“You know all that stuff Brainy says about how the records from the past -the past to people like him way in the future- are gone?”

“What of it?”

Nia swallowed hard. Lena edged closer to her.

“If you know something, please! Nia please.”

“You’re one of the most historically significant people who ever lived,” said Nia. “They still know about you in the future, and Kara is… who she is. There are still some records.”

“What records? Nia what are you saying?”

Nia bit her lip for a moment, then closed her eyes. “Brainy told me that you’re remembered by history as a great inventor, scientist, and explorer… and as Supergirl’s wife. The mother of her children.”

Lena’s mouth actually fell open in an absurdly comical look of shocked disbelief.

“The mother of… me? I’m going to have children? Kara’s children?”

“Yes,” said Nia. “Or you’re supposed to. Hopefully I didn’t just mess up the entire future. Shit, Brainy is going to kill me when he finds out about-“

Lena was staring at nothing, her eyes wide.

“I… I have to get home. I have to get ready for tonight. The Pulitzer gala, to celebrate Kara’s award. I’m meeting her there so I can give the speech before she accepts it.”

“Okay,”‘said Nia.

They discarded their half-eaten tamales and took a Lyft back to Lena’s building on Nia’s account. Nia watched her walk inside and drop her hood so the doorman would escort her in, and then sat in stunned silence as she rode back to her own apartment.

She was sitting on the couch aimlessly scrolling on her phone when there was a knock at the door.

When she opened it, Kara rushed in, dressed and made up for her big party. She stormed across the room and looked around in a wild panic.

“I have to tell Lena tonight,” she said. “I have to. I can’t keep this a secret anymore, it’s eating me alive. I can’t let her go out there and give a speech about how trustworthy and honest I am after I’ve been lying to her this whole time, but I’m scared. I can’t… I can’t lose her, Nia. I can’t. I’m worried it’ll break us. I can’t lose her.”

“You won’t lose her.”

“She’s going to be mad I lied. She’s going to figure out why I couldn’t tell her.”

“Because Alex would blow up at you?”

“No,” said Kara, meeting her gaze. “Because she’ll never want me the way I want her.”

Nia looked at Kara for a moment, and then sighed.

She understood why Alex liked that nasty whiskey she always drank.

Nia could use some too.

[starsinthesky5]

does joe ever tell songbird how sexy she’d look pregnant

a/n: follow up to this ask blurb

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oh, absolutely. joe never misses a chance to tell her she’s sexy. it’s like breathing to him at this point. he says it when she’s dressed up, when she’s in old sweats, when she’s brushing her teeth or mid-yawn or laughing so hard she snorts. and when it comes to the idea of her being pregnant? yeah… he’s a goner.

it usually starts in the softest, most casual way. they’ll be laying on the couch, her tucked into his side, both their hands resting absentmindedly on her stomach as some baby commercial comes on tv. she’ll roll her eyes and go, “ugh, i’d be so puffy. my ankles would disappear,” and joe, without even looking away from her, will just go, “you’d look so sexy pregnant,”.

and she’ll laugh, all flustered, “shut up.”

“i’m serious,” he murmurs, kissing her temple. “round belly, glowing skin, walking around the house with my kid in you? that’s the hottest thing i can think of,”.

he says it like a fact, like there’s nothing to argue. and every time he brings it up—whether it’s in that soft, dreamy voice he uses when they’re wrapped up in blankets talking about the future, or in a way that makes her pulse skip a beat—there’s so much adoration in it. like he genuinely can’t wait to see her that way. he doesn’t just mean “sexy” in the physical sense, either (though, let’s be honest, that part kills him). it’s the awe of it. the fact that she’d carry a little piece of both of them. the strength of it. the softness of it. the love.

sometimes it slips in more flirty moments, like when she’s in the kitchen in one of his shirts, barefoot and humming to herself, and he wraps his arms around her from behind and presses a kiss to her neck.

“you’d be such a hot mom,” he’ll murmur against her skin.

“joe…,” she warns, laughing.

“what?” he grins, nosing at her jaw. “i’m just saying. you’d make carrying our baby look good.”

and other times? it’s in those quieter, more emotional moments. she’s curled into his chest, and he’s stroking her hair and whispering about how he can’t wait for the day she’s glowing and round and telling their kid that dad’s being annoying again. how he wants to kiss stretch marks and run his hand over her bump just to feel the baby kick. how he knows she’ll be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—because she already is.

and she just melts every time. cheeks flushed. heart aching. because when he says it, it’s not about pressure or timing or rushing anything. it’s about how deeply he loves her. how he sees her—in every version of herself—and still thinks she’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to him.

pregnant. not pregnant. in sweats. in a dress. to joe, she’s sexy always.

but the thought of her carrying their baby?

that’s the kind of sexy that leaves him speechless.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ teddy bear ~ k. bakugou

sum: the teddy bear i gave her. the teddy bear she gave me.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x wife! reader

content: sfw. established relationship (married), 3-month-old child, mention of wanting another one, pet names, fluff for once.

a/n: just a little something to help me take a break from writing the next part of my villain. saw an image this is based on a few hours ago while procrastinating, and i just had to get this idea out there. our favourite explosion boy was the first one who came to mind when i wrote this. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1,020

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

“Kat!”. At the sound of your voice from up the stairs, the ash-blonde raised from his seat on the couch and rolled his eyes. Whenever you called him, it was for a reason that you were too stubborn to come to him yourself. Despite that, he, time and time again, still came to you whenever you called. It was the hero in him after all.

Climbing the stairs, heavy footsteps sounded before they stopped at the door in front of them. The room he shared with you. He could hear you shuffling around inside alongside your cooing voice, a voice that was aimed at your three-month-old son. “We’re just waiting on your daddy, sweetie”.

The way you spoke and the small giggle you let out had Bakugou smiling softly. If he thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did, the day you both became parents proved him wrong. Watching what you went through and the pain you endured just to bring your son into the world made him hold a love for you that was on another level.

Pushing the already ajar door open more, he stepped in and pushed it shut again with his foot. He took a moment to watch your movements, the way you peered down over the cot that was in the corner of the room. He didn’t need to see your face to know you were smiling. “You called, (n/n)?”.

At the sound of his voice, you stood upright and looked over your shoulder at him, smiling brightly. “Oh sweetie, look, it only took daddy a week to get here”. The cooing of the baby answered you back as you laughed, turning to face your husband a second after. Sure, the two of you had been married for a good few years now, but you still couldn’t believe you were married to the Katsuki Bakugou.

If someone ever told your younger self you’d be married to a pro hero, the hotheaded and loud boy you met back in school, you knew for a fact you would have laughed in their face and told them to go away. Yet here you were, married to that man with a son who was his mirror image. Even down to the ash-blonde hair and red eyes.

Stepping forward, you stopped in front of Bakugou and held your hand out for him to take. After a few moments, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as you looked at him. Taking a moment, you hummed before looking up into those red eyes that stole your heart. “I’ve got something to show you, but you need to sit on the bed, okay?”.

Stepping backwards towards the bed, you pulled him with you until you stopped, his body lowering to sit on the edge as you leant down to kiss his lips, lingering for a few seconds before you pulled back. “So, don’t think I need to remind you of that huge teddy bear you got me when we first dated”.

Looking over your shoulder, you glanced at the huge plush that sat on a chair in the corner next to the cot. It had been one of the first things Bakugou had won for you at a fair when you were first dating. Being the only one left, it had caught your eye, so of course, your then boyfriend had to win it for you. Especially when another extra, as he liked to call them, tried to win it for their partner. Needless to say, he was the victorious one.

“Of course, how could I forget that? You made me carry that thing around for the rest of the night”. Rolling his eyes, he smirked at the faux look of hurt on your face. “Here’s me thinking you enjoyed that, Kats”. Sticking your tongue out, you laughed when he flipped you off. “Just get to the point, love”.

Nodding your head, you made your way back over to the cot, stopping beside the bars as you cooed again at your son, who smiled when he saw you. “Do you remember what I said to you that night?”. Turning your head, you saw the confused look on his face as he raked his memories to remember what you said.

Rolling your eyes at the forgetfulness, you leaned over and scooped up your son into your arms, holding him upright. “I told you I’d get you your own teddy bear one day so…”. Turning around, you faced him as you smiled, watching the look on Bakugou’s face change. “…sorry it’s late, this one took a little time to prepare. Couldn’t have done that without you, darling”.

Casting your eyes down, the smile on your face softened as you placed a kiss on the top of your son’s head. The soft material of the teddy bear outfit he had on tickled your lips before you pulled away, walking to sit beside your husband. “It’s cheesy, I know, but he’s the cutest teddy bear that we’ve made together, Kat”.

Crossing your legs, you manoeuvred your baby in your arms before passing him over to his dad. The way the explosive hero took hold of the piece of you both made your heart swell. He may have appeared rough and angry to everyone around him, but behind closed doors, he was an entirely different person - you and your son had softened him.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you reached a hand over and took hold of a small hand in yours. Sitting in silence, you both watched as he fell asleep, content in the arms of his daddy, who protected him and you from the bad things out there.

“You know, (y/n), I’ll have to keep getting you big ass teddy bears. Especially if it means I get ones as cute as this in return”. Laughing softly, you pushed his head with the top of yours before you moved your head, looking up at him as you cupped his face in your free hand.

“I guess I can compromise, as long as the next cute teddy bear we make is a girl”.

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[supercutszns]

kay this might be a CRAZY thing to say and idk if ur taking reqs rn but just!!! take this as a lil treat idk!!!!

luke w a sunburned reader……… and bro is obsessed w how he leaves handprints after he touches you…. IS THIS CRAZY IDK. AM I INSANE.

wc + pairing: 1.5k, luke castellan x daughter of poseidon! reader

notes/warnings: this thought literally made me feral thank u so much😵‍💫😵‍💫 got a little carried away but wanted to write some more of my twin beads babies so this was the perfect opportunity! reader is able to burn, mentions/allusions to sex, luke is horny but aren’t we all, just fluff & banter with smutty undertones

The waves roll in to break crisply against the shoreline. There’s a noise they make, a soft crackle and splash, that sounds like laughter. You’ve had a long, good day at the camp beach, savouring your one day off to lounge on the sand with your friends and swim as far as your legs could carry you. Percy was the only one willing to keep up with you—Clarisse tried and hid her bitterness when she failed, and Luke humoured you for all of five minutes until he realized he didn’t need to be your swim buddy anymore. Percy clumsily waded in after you each and every time, and it had never been more obvious the two of you were related.

Despite the beauty of the sun warming down the sky, Luke can’t bring himself to pay attention. There’s only you, between his legs, staring out at the water like you’re seeing it for the first time. You’re especially gorgeous after a long day at the beach. Even prettier now that Luke doesn’t have to pretend you’re not. The muscles and the skin he spent ages tracing in the darkness of his cabin have a new weight to them out here, heavy and captured in the shadow of the sun.

He pulls you against him, arms winding around your front. You’re so warm and he needs more of it. He presses his nose into the dip of your shoulder and breathes. You smell like salt and sunscreen, a citrusy comfort that’s defined the past five years of his life.

“You tired?” He asks, muffled against your skin. No matter what you say, he knows. He can feel you sinking into him, the way your muscles have melted away.

“I’m happy,” is all you say, because you know he knows too.

The curve of his smile matches the curve of your shoulder as he kisses your skin, twice. He never does it once anymore. Reminds him of all the years he’d spent pretending like he didn’t want you. The least he could do is double what he gives you; return everything he’s saved for you in your youth.

He feels you sigh as he traces the tip of his nose up the dip in your neck, and the way your breath wavers when his mouth follows suit. He kisses your neck lazily, lets his teeth scrape on your skin, lets himself soak in the warmth and your exhales. He likes it when you pretend this doesn’t drive you crazy.

You’re really not giving in this time, though, and he supposes he’s in no rush either, so he pulls back and rests on the heels of his palms. You groan a bit, but whatever you’re about to say is cut by his very pronounced, “Shit.”

You glance back at him. “What?”

His eyebrows pique. “You’re burnt, sailor. Like super burnt.”

“Really?” You try to crane to get a look at your back, which is futile, and sigh, “How bad?”

“Pretty bad.”

“Like three years ago camp triathlon bad?”

He shakes his head. “Like … last year’s kayaking trip bad.”

That settles you a bit, so you shrug. “Oh, that’s fine.” You wave Luke off and turn back to the sunset. “You know it’s so weird, I never burn in the water. It’s only when I’m out of it that it happens.”

“Or when heatstroke happens,” Luke remarks, taking the opportunity of your back facing him to run his fingers along your spine. “Do you remember after the triathlon right after I beat you? When you crossed the line and the second I came over you started—”

“Please don’t finish this—”

“—vomiting all over the place and nearly passed out in my arms?”

“Luke!”

“And that older Ares kid you thought was soooo hot had to take you to the infirmary?”

“Okay, that is enough!” You turn around and wrestle his hands away from you, until he pushes back and you’re both slapping each other wherever you can, laughing like children. “Colin Ackerman was hot, you were just jealous of him!”

He catches your splitting smile that hits his heart like a tsunami. “Yeah, I wonder why!” He manages to gain the upper hand and maneuvers you back into his arms, but you put on an impressive show pretending like it’s not what you wanted all along. Your back settles against him once again, your nose smushed to his cheek, and you nudge and nudge until he kisses you. You sigh and trace your finger along his jaw and Luke wants to kick himself stupid for going this long without tasting you whenever he could.

“You’re so annoying,” you grin, kissing his cheek.

“At least I’m not Colin Ackerman.”

You snort and kiss his face again before turning back to the lake. Luke takes it upon himself to keep running fingers up your spine, noticing how your skin ripples a different shade in his wake. He can’t believe he didn’t see you were burnt sooner. You never listen to him about wearing a shirt once you come out of the water. Unfortunately, the part of him in his boxers is often glad for that.

He watches intently as he presses his thumbs into your back and drags them out, feeling your muscles stretch. It’s distracting, the burn briefly fading on your skin under his fingertips. It’s like a map of exactly where he’s touching you. A mark that lingers.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, running his thumb down your back again just to see what it does to you.

“What?”

“Mm, this,” he murmurs, moving up, watching a river blossom between your shoulder blades as he touches you.

“Not really,” you let out a pleased sigh when he kneads your shoulders for a moment. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?”

He drags his hands down to the middle of your back, making sure to press hard enough that he can see the path he’s travelling. He rubs circles near your spine, a place he knows you knot up. “This?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

He presses his palms flat against your back and pulls away to see the imprint. Embarrassingly, he thinks it’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. His hands travel further, resting on your hips. “How about when I do… this?” He hitches his thumbs just below the waistband of your bottoms.

“Luke!” You whip back to him like you’re scandalized, which he knows very well as a look you give when you want to rile him up.

“What, I’m just asking!” He takes your hips and drags you back so you’re flush again. There’s a flash of your smile when you look back at him, and he knows he has you. He kisses your neck again, toying with your waistband, letting his fingers dip a little lower every time. “How’s that feel?”

You don’t answer him, and you don’t need to. The sigh you give when he kisses your pulse is enough. He lingers there, swiping his tongue over the spot, and takes his sweet time cherishing it. You make a little sound that nearly kills him. “So pretty like this,” he says. “Wanna see?”

The two of you are chest-to-chest before he even gets a chance to elaborate. He has to prod your face away with his nose to get you to stop kissing him. Suck on that, Colin Ackerman!

He looks down and feels your gaze follow. He rests a hand on one of your arms, draped over his shoulders. When he drags his thumb along your skin, the path snakes across your complexion. “Look.”

“Yeesh,” you say, and Luke laughs. He lays kisses along your arm, and he imagines this is what the ocean smells like. This is what lost sailors feel when they finally press their faces against land again.

“Can I take you back to my cabin?” He asks, letting his teeth graze the skin of your shoulder. He doesn’t ever want to move, watching the imprint of his thumbs against your ribs and his teeth on your neck. He wants to see his hands on you everywhere.

You wind a hand in his hair. “There will be people in there.”

He gently snaps the strap of your swimsuit against your shoulder with his mouth, “Your cabin?”

“Percy.”

The sigh he lets out is embarrassingly pent-up and he pulls away to look at you in your beautiful face. “Can I please take you somewhere nobody else is so I can take off all these clothes and see where else I can touch you?”

“Be my guest, captain,” you smile eagerly.

“Thank you,” he exhales, and you waste no time in kissing him again, open-mouthed and fervent. He imagines his handprints nestled into your back, your hips, your thighs, and he’s gotta get out of here before he gets too carried away. You feel good and warm and wonderful and he’s desperate for more.

Thankfully he has practice in patience when it comes to you, so he kisses you twice more until the scorch is unbearable. The two of you rush along the sand like drunks, until Luke gets you somewhere with a little less sun and a lot less fabric so he can make good on his word.

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[6atals]

no doubt — lee heeseung

⚠︎ mdni. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degrading mixed with praise, name calling, dumbification, mean seungie, breeding kink ─── word count — 0.6k ◞ romance: untold -daydream-

❝ 🗯️ ❞ ──── oh my babies i’ve missed you so muchhh, life is kicking my ass but i’m back for you guys, i’m trying out something new ..

you’ve never met someone better than heeseung. he had it all. he was handsome— oh so handsome. caring, toned body, and everything everyone has ever wanted. it’s too bad, too many people wanted him. it wasn’t until you two decided to take stroll around.

“heeseung stop..” you giggled, pushing him away as he kissed your neck. it’s not that you didn’t like it, you just didn’t wanna draw attention to anyone. sitting down, you smiled at heeseung as you caught something in the corner of your eye— a girl. in a skimpy dress, staring at heeseung with those hungry eyes.

oh how you tried to ignore it. but the way her eyes scanned his body you couldn’t ignore anything about it, and heeseung seemed to noticed. turning to you, he held your face into his large, slender hands and kissing your head. “there, now you know my heart only beats for you.” but you weren’t seeming to budge. you stared at her, tilting your head to seem intimidating, but she still didn’t look away from heeseung. still staring at him with those hungry eyes.

it wasn’t until heeseung turned your head his way, kissing you softly before looking at your direction. “you know i get so anxious when you’re not around, but believe me, even when we’re apart, there’s no doubt, i love you.”

both of you stood up, grabbing your stuff before walking to the car. the ride home was quiet, but once heeseung got you in the house, there was no going back.

he has you pressed up against the wall, boobs pressed up against the door as you back your ass back onto him. “just wanna fucking tease me huh? you already know my heart beats for you. the only one who can get me this hard.” he grumbled, pressing his hard on against your ass.

pulling your skirt up, tugging your panties aside and barely even pulling his cock out to slip into your gummy walls. letting you feel every inch stretching you open, filling you to the brim. you cried out rather loudly, head thrown back against his shoulder.

“fuck, you feel that baby? feel my hard cock in this pretty little pussy?” you dumbly nodded, letting out incoherent whines before pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

his pace was deep and hard, his hips rolling as he pounded into you. you let out breathy moans, reaching back to grip his arms. “you like this huh baby? going all dumb on my cock while i pound into this wet pussy? gosh, look at you. so fucking dumb on my cock.”

you let out chocked moans and whimpers of his name again and again, tears begin to run down your cheeks and your voice cracks as he thrusts into you with a ruthless rhythm. “y-yes seungie! please— fuck!” he held your hips tightly as if he didn’t wanna let go.

“want seungie to fucking breed you like the whore you are? wanna carry around my babies and have your pretty little tits swollen?” you nodded once more, your eyes becoming more heavy as you felt the band in your snap threatening to snap.

“please hee.. ‘m gonna cum.. won’t ever be jealous again.” you mumbled, tears spilling from your eyes. he groans, lifting a hand to gently wipe your tears away. his hand lands on your throat before letting his head fall in between your shoulder.

heeseung tightens his grip around your throat and your cunt clenches in response, earning a low chuckle from him.

you cum with his name on your lips and your face buried against the door. euphoria spreads through your body while your cunt twitches around his cock until heeseung pushes in and out of you with one smooth stroke, your walls clamping down around him once more. “fuck, you feel so good, i’m not gonna last long—”

he gently slapped your pussy, making you whimper. "mine." he almost growled, spilling his hot seed inside your velvety walls before kissing down your back. “good girl.”

“don’t ever think like that again. you know my heart only beats for you.”

[hoe-days]

No but xenostan with senku's s/o imagine everytime senku finally having a time for them wanting to spend alone together without anyone else

Stanley will stand behind s/o with a face saying 'i dare you to hurt my adopted daughter and I will kill you'

While xeno came out from lab seeing that, need to distract Stanley while senku stealing his s/o from stan

I can see this😭 I love Stanley having beef with kids(with Senku)

Stanley would be in the lab with Xeno, Senku, and S/O. He just likes to sit in there and watch when he isn’t busy himself. Stan immediately catches onto the vibes between Senku and S/O.

Longing looks? Check.

Lingering touches? Check.

Soft smiles? Check.

Stan is an expert in yearning 101 after all.

It kinda irritates him and he has no clue why. He’s not jealous, why would he be? S/O is half his age and he has no interest in her in that way. Hell, he views S/O as a kid basically. And that’s when he puts it together in his head. The way S/O follows him like a duckling and asks him to try on makeup she’s made, the pats on the head he gives when she makes something successful, the way he and Xeno give her advice- Oh. That’s his daughter.

He feels extremely protective all of a sudden. It doesn’t help that he still holds a bit of resentment towards Senku.

——

“We can break for a bit,” Xeno says, putting the finishing touches on the device in his hands. S/O and Senku look over at him, a bit apprehensive, not wanting to lose focus. Then Senku looks at S/O. “Actually, yeah. Let’s take a break, S/O.”

“Fine. My hands were starting to hurt anyway.”

Xeno nods to the couple and walks to the door. “Be back in an hour so we can continue,” he says before leaving. “You coming, Stan? We can discuss the improvements in defenses that we need.”

“Yeah. Just a sec.”

Xeno raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t question further and leaves. Stanley walks up to where S/O is finishing up her calculations, her free hand in Senku’s.

“Hey kid.”

She looks over at him. “Hi Mister Stanley. Need something? More lipstick? Cause I have this idea-”, Stanley holds his hand up and chuckles, “No need to ramble. Xeno and I were going to talk about boosting our defenses. Last time you mentioned you had a few ideas. Now’s a good time to present them.”

“Oh you’re right!” She says excitedly, running to her personal work desk in the lab.

“You guys are trained military and Nasa employees, how could a couple 2O year olds help you with anything you don’t already know?”

Stanley doesn’t even bother hiding the irritation on his face when Senku speaks. S/O isn’t looking so it doesn’t matter. Senku raises an eyebrow, but his suspicion is confirmed when he sees how Stanley’s face returns to normal when S/O turns back around to them, happily carrying their blueprints. “Come on, Senku!” S/O chirps. Stanley looks at him with a smirk.

“Yeah. Come on, kid.”

Stanley- 1 ; Senku- 0

[swizzlemynizzle]

Underneath the Noise - George Clarkey

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Chapter four: Heat of the Moment

Masterlist

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By pub eight, Y/N is starting to question every decision that’s led her to this moment—specifically the one that resulted in her standing outside a Camden dive bar, belting Wonderwall with a man who smells like weed, tambourine in hand, and absolutely no concept of pitch.

But she’s also… kind of thriving?

The man throws a soggy arm around her and howls the chorus like it’s a football chant. ArthurTV is filming through tears of laughter, nearly dropping his phone.

“Alright,” Bach wheezes, clutching his knees, “That’s challenge five complete. Again?”

“Oops,” Y/N giggles.

“Sing with a stranger— double check,” ArthurTV confirms between giggles. “And possibly lose all credibility online—also check.”

Y/N wipes a strand of damp hair from her forehead, offering the tambourine man a fist bump. “I’m not even drunk enough for this to make sense.”

“You will be by pub ten,” Bach assures, waving his phone with the ever-smudged bingo list like it’s a sacred scroll.

“So far we’ve got:

* New outfits? Done. The pink is blinding and iconic.

* Selfie with a wild animal? Shout out to Pickle the ferret and his confused owner.

* Stranger shot? Our guy Sandy in the cowboy hat—absolute legend. Cost me that fiver though.

* Shoe swap? Y/N’s now proudly wearing size elevens and mild trench foot.

* Sing with a stranger? Grammy-worthy.”

Y/N looks down at the muddy trainers now occupying her feet and grimaces. “These better be haunted by good luck or I swear.”

“They don’t even match your shirt,” ArthurTV notes, pretending to be offended.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she deadpans. “Do my clown shoes clash with my Hot Bitch Ready To Party shirt?”

“You’re offending fashion as an institution,” he says solemnly.

Bach is howling. “The internet’s gonna eat this up.”

Despite the squelching in her socks and the ache creeping into her ankles, Y/N’s smile lingers longer this time. Something’s shifted.

Somewhere between the tambourine guy and Bach trying to harmonize with a stranger who didn’t speak English, she doesn’t feel like an outsider anymore.

She’s still anxious—of course she is. It pulses quietly beneath her skin, the way it always does. Not loud, not debilitating, but there. A background hum, like a buzzing fridge. Constant. Easy to ignore in daylight, harder at night.

But for now, it’s quieter than it used to be. Drowned out by laughter and chaos.

They’ve just convinced a hen party to join them for a round of tequila (not a challenge, but still very on brand), when Chris’s team appears like a sitcom cutaway.

“There she is!” Chris crows from across the street, arms open dramatically. “Y/N! Have you been ticking off bingo boxes, or just making heart eyes at George all day?”

Y/N nearly chokes on her shot.

George, of course, looks completely unfazed. Amused, even.

“You wish,” she shoots back, voice still hoarse from the off-key Oasis performance.

Chris gasps, hand to chest like she’s wounded him. “Excuse me, I’m merely an observer of undeniable chemistry.”

“Observer or instigator?” Arthur Hill asks, sipping from what looks suspiciously like his eighth Guinness of the evening.

Y/N pulls a face. “Chris made the bloody bingo list. He’s hardly impartial.”

Chris beams, completely unbothered. “Guilty. And if I didn’t make it mildly humiliating, what’s even the point?”

“You made me swap shoes with a man who just finished a 12 hour shift at Greggs,” she says, holding up a mud-smeared trainer like evidence in a murder trial.

“And now you carry the soul of sausage rolls with every step,” Chris says solemnly, raising his pint in toast.

George chuckles beside him, the corners of his mouth twitching. He hasn’t said much, as usual, but there’s a knowing glint in his eyes. Y/N tries not to notice.

Fails.

“Nice shoes,” he offers, gaze flicking to her mismatched mess.

“Oh shut it, Hobbit,” she fires back, grinning.

There’s a pause.

Then: “That’s Chris,” George corrects smoothly. “I’m the one with the large head, remember?”

Y/N winces. “Shit. Right. My bad.”

George leans a little closer as he passes, just enough for his voice to reach her ear. “At least you’re paying attention.”

Her breath stumbles. She rolls her eyes too late to hide the smile forming, but ArthurTV notices.

“Someone’s flustered,” he sing-songs, already pointing the camera in her direction.

“I will eat that camera,” Y/N warns.

“Y/N!” Bach calls suddenly, waving the phone like a flare. “We’ve got two left—skulling a pint with a stranger, and the swim.”

“Skulling?” Y/N echoes, eyebrows raised. “You do realise this isn’t Freshers’ Week, right?”

“Which is why we’re doing it in Soho,” Bach says brightly. “The locals live for this kind of energy.”

ArthurTV groans. “I swear to God, if I end up in a viral TikTok titled ‘Millennial Man Dies Doing Pint Challenge’...”

“You’ll get at least 200k likes,” Y/N offers helpfully.

They move on, weaving through Soho’s Friday night crowd, dodging kebab wrappers and trailing glitter from the hen party. The buzz of the city carries them forward, pulsing with possibility.

Eventually, they find a willing pint partner—a bald man named Gaz who insists on racing Bach in a Guinness-downing contest. It's over in seconds. Gaz wins. Barely.

Challenge: complete.

“I think I’ve got a bit of head trauma,” Bach mutters, clutching his forehead. “From the beer or the shame, I can’t tell.”

“Alright,” ArthurTV says, checking the list with exaggerated flair, “We are one swim away from glory.”

Y/N eyes him warily. “Where exactly are you planning this aquatic adventure?”

“Trafalgar,” he replies instantly.

“Oh brilliant,” she says, “Can’t wait to get chased by a security guard named Gary in high-vis.”

“I’ve got a towel,” Bach adds, like that makes anything better.

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I might post the next few chapters so the bingo video is finished and we can move onto streaming with Georgie xxxxx

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@madforgeorge @wherethezoes-at

[thevalkyriesshadow]

I turn the horny meter up to 10 for the last few chapters of Song of the Heart.

Here's a little sneaky poo! 😘

“Looking for me?” Gwyn spun on unsteady feet. Azriel was by her side in an instant, his scent soothing her and her omega instantly.  “Might’ve been…what's going on? Why is everyone here?” She leaned into his touch, his arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace. Azriel shrugged, “Nesta called to ask how we were doing. I told her we were okay, that we were back to square one with the farm and next thing I knew –” He gestured to the bodies milling about outside as his large hand rubbed up and down her back, coaxing a rumbling purr from her chest. “How long were you going to let me lay around up here while everyone was busy working on my farm?” She couldn't imagine leaving them all out there putting in the work while she did nothing. Wounds and aching muscles aside. He chuckled, “As long as you needed.” “Well I'm up and itching to help,” she said, but his solid muscled body felt so good against hers. The soft purr that started within him vibrated against her, her body healing the moment he started purring. Maybe she could just lie here all day, as long as Azriel joined her... “You sure? You could barely turn around without wobbling just now Miss Berdara. I'm sure your pack will be understanding –” “Nope. I'm ready to join them...in just a minute.” She didn't move. Too comfortable and content in his arms.  Warmth radiated deep within her. Electric sparks of longing exploded between her legs the longer she stood there. She didn't want to admit that she could probably use a couple more hours just resting, but her farm…her pack… Azriel raised his hand, sliding his fingers into the hair at the back of her head and - oh - that felt so good. Gwyn closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. His fingertips massaged her scalp. Rubbing all the tension from her head and neck. She moaned and tucked her head under his chin. Rubbing her neck to his. A wave of hot desire spread through her. Slick trickled down her legs, her perfume filling her room. And just like that she was puddy in his hold. “Azriel…” She breathed. She'd never felt like this before. This need that squirmed beneath her skin. The way her body and omega craved an alpha – her alpha. “My alpha.” Her voice strained, whining into his shirt. She breathed in. His cedar and chilled mist mixed with the smell of fresh dirt and sweat and holy gods she needed that scent all over her. In her. Azriel buried his face in her hair, “What do you need my Omega?” He whispered into her ear. Her body quaked at her question. He was ready to tend to her in any way she needed. “I need you,” She mewled. His hands traveled down her body, brushing her shoulders, squeezing her hips, trailing patterns across her naked thighs before he carefully lifted her in his arms, his hands hooking under her thighs and hoisting her up until she could wrap them around his waist.  “You have me Gwyn,” he replied breathlessly. Kissing every inch of her neck and face he could reach, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. He elevated her leg under a pillow and her omega purred and chuffed at his attentiveness to her injury even when she could smell his musk filling the space. His cock hard against her center as he settled between her legs.  With his hands on either side of her head, his fingers carding through her hair, he hovered over her. Kissing her lips slowly, taking his time to taste, to devour her. Every movement of his mouth stirred her pleasure. Heat rose and fell with every stroke of his tongue against her lips. Every thrust of his jean clad cock against her completely bare and dripping cunt had her moaning lewdly into his mouth. Gwyn whined and bucked her hips up, grinding into him. Demanding more. “Azriel, please,” she cooed.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  @artaxlivs! ArtaxLivs has 21 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by ArtaxLivs:

Nobody's Baby

Off the Shelf

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers

An Accidental Flogging

There's Something Wrong With Steve

"I really love the ideas and character voices ArtaxLivs has for Steve and Eddie in her fics. She writes canon and AU's that all feel distinct and true to the characters, ranging from angst to fluff and everything in between. There's a little something for everyone in her works, and she's still actively writing new things in the Steddie tag!" -- anonymous

Below the cut, ArtaxLivs answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I really love a “golden boy” who questions his own existence. Steve’s worldview got rocked in S1 and instead of reacting by running away or digging in his heels and continuing to be a jerk, he reevaluated, allowing himself to relearn how to approach the world. And Eddie is just a gremlin, a force of anarchy who bucks the societal norms but, really, that’s a cover for how vulnerable he feels because he’s gay in a world and time that sneers at the gentle parts of him. He’s terrified but if he’s loud and obnoxious, maybe no one will get close enough to find out. Together, they just make sense. Because Steve is seeing who people are instead of looking at what they present now, he sees what Eddie’s hiding. And instead of hurting him, he wants to support him. And Eddie, despite his brash words about “King Steve,” he just really wants to believe in a hero. No matter what AU they’re in, I try to maintain those core traits for each of them because that’s what I love about them.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

To read? Oh man, all of them? I’m a slut for variety so I’ll read any trope really. I do love a good soulmate trope though. Especially with unlikely soulmates who just go all in when they find each other - regardless of how they’d felt before the match.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Found family. Found Family has carried me through the toughest of times. That trope finds it’s way into all of my fics, so much that I forget to tag it most of the time because I don’t really exist without it. I was a young bisexual in a time when we were told “bisexual aren’t real” so even the gay spaces were not always safe. Drag Queens and older gay men saved me from pretending to either be straight or be a lesbian when I was 21 and felt so unaccepted by both sides. We all lived in an apartment building together and they accepted me as is. They loved me and let me be myself. They would hit on the dudes I brought home and gush over the girls. Throughout my adult life, I’ve done my best to be that for all the queer kids who’ve come through my wardrobe room at the theater. Be the family I so desperately needed and was lucky enough to eventually find.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I don’t think I could pick a favorite favorite but I have read and listened to Roll for Initiative by Alchemystique (the podfic by Silverkat1620) an embarrassing amount of times.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I actually haven’t written a Steddie soulmate fic yet. I had an idea sitting in my google docs for like two years and I’ve currently got just the opening scene. I’m writing it for an event so it’ll get finished and see the light of day in the fall. I’m excited to see where it takes me.

What is your writing process like?

I have an idea and I throw it into a google doc. If it’s a fully formed idea, I’ll just get it all out right away. It’s like a giant wall of “then this, then this, then this” that I then write a semi-cohesive outline for but if it’s just an errant idea, I’ll leave it in the docs untitled and when I stumble upon it again, it will often spark that wall of text and I’ll plan it out. After the wall of “idea,” I give it a title because I like for the fic to gravitate around the title, I like for the reader to get to a point in the fic and have an ah-ha moment where they look at the title and realize that’s where the meaning is. I usually put a few keywords at the top of my google doc that will carry out through the fic, reminders like mood settings I guess? And then I start writing. Usually I’ll pick a song to play before I start working on it each time. To get my brain in the mindspace for that fic. 

Do you have any writing quirks?

I only listen to piano instrumental covers of time period correct music while I’m actively writing. So piano covers of 80s music for Steddie. 

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I prefer to write a fic completely, editing and everything, before I post. The only time I didn’t, it took me a year and a half to finish it and it wasn’t even that long. Apologies to the people who waited for me to finish “There’s Something Wrong With Steve.”

Which fic are you most proud of?

Probably “Even Flowers Have Their Dangers.” I don’t see images in my head, just ideas or knowledge of an object/place etc. so writing out a battle scene with so many moving parts and people was complicated. And sometimes when we have that many people in a scene, we lose the less important characters in the shuffle. In real life, no one stands around in a group without saying anything for hours. That would be weird. In that fic, I had multiple scenes where there were more than five people, one that had eleven people and a ton of action and I feel like I did them all justice. I used DnD minis on a map I’d drawn out of the scene and when I edited the scene days later, I tally marked the minis to make sure I’d referenced everyone enough to keep the flow moving and had them speaking enough that we didn’t forget they were there. I’m really proud of that.

How did you get the idea for There's Something Wrong With Steve?

Actually, my husband was re-watching Lost and the guy who plays John Locke played the stepfather in the 80s movie The Stepfather and for a big chunk of that movie, you’re not sure if he’s actually a bad guy. He is, he’s terrifying. And I just thought about how most of the Steddie monster fics go with DnD lore and it’s Eddie as Kas but what if it was Steve and even Steve didn’t know…And I tried to maintain that balance of is he?/isn’t he? for as long as I could. I also wrote Eddie’s thoughts in a choppy cadence that sort of built and became clearer toward the end so the reader would feel unsure and anxious right up until I went in for the kill. And then when they thought they were safe, I pulled the rug out from under them again.

When writing An Accidental Flogging, what was something you didn’t expect?

The towel. Originally, it was just Eddie slapping Steve’s ass and it was called “An Accidental Spanking.” But it built itself around so much locker room type teasing in the kitchen that it just worked so well to have him use a towel. The whole fic is them kind of falling into kink because they can’t figure out how to admit their feelings and towel snapping always looks like naked jock flirting to me so…

What inspired Even Flowers Have Their Dangers?

The white outfit that El wears through most of S4. It’s such a male director trope and I’m so over it. I’m a costume designer so I spend a lot of time looking at costumes and color choices. It’s such a virginity trope to put the young teenage girl in all white to show her innocence. She’s wearing color at school, and again at the rink but after she hits that girl with the skate and the agents come for her, she’s in white pants, a white thermal and a blue plaid. Because she did hit that girl, so not completely innocent. But unlike earlier seasons where her scuba suit is gray, it’s WHITE this time. Because we, the viewers, are hunting for the REAL monster. The white pants and shirt into the white scuba outfit and back into her white pants and shirt for the trip home - so if we are paying attention, we know that El is innocent. That she didn’t kill everyone in the lab, no matter how they’re setting it up. And that made me think of the song “I know things now” from Into the Woods and how El thinks Henry is nice, but we know he isn’t good because we already know that nice adult men don’t build relationships with little girls. And we know that “nice is different than good” but El, innocent and sequestered in a lab, has never strayed from the path, so she doesn’t know the difference. And then I made the party all wolves and put Henry in “human clothing” to kind of flip our imagine of what constitutes a monster.

What was your favorite part to write from Even Flowers Have Their Dangers?

The scene with Henry wearing “Max.” It was horrifying and I cried through it. I cry everytime I read it. Having the opportunity to write a scene that hurts my own soul is such a rush. I got done with it and I had to go outside and take some deep breaths. Children in mortal danger is kind of triggering for me and everything with Max in this is both traumatic and cathartic. I also love the moments when Joyce accepts and hugs Eddie. Because at the end of s3, after Hop dies, Joyce hugs Will but El is standing there alone. She and Joyce look at each other and Joyce just hugs Will tighter and turns away leaving El to cry alone and that’s bullshit. I would never. No parent would ever do that, leave her to cry alone? No. So anytime I can have Joyce rewrite that moment by hugging one of the kids, I do it. And so many people have commented on it so it makes me really proud to have made them feel that hug too, you know?

How do/did you feel writing Off the Shelf?

Ha, this fic is so…unapologetically raunchy? I guess that’s a good word. I wrote it thinking about all the gay men I’m friends with and what they think is hot, the body parts they focus on, the times they say “that’s hot” when I’m like “oh jesus, my eyes!” And I think I achieved it? Hopefully? That’s the fic that I’ve had the most gay men, trans men, non binary peeps reach out and be like “this one - mmhmm yup.” And damn, that’s so nice to hear.

What was the most difficult part of writing Nobody's Baby?

Staying within the outline of Dirty Dancing and keeping the time period just as nebulous. That movie is costumed like it’s the 60s, the historic events referenced put them in like the 50s and the soundtrack is 80s music. Makes no sense. I tried to let it stretch between the 80s and a modern setting without really setting it in one specific time. But still somehow making a queer relationship something that wasn’t a plot point. Because I didn’t want it to be about that at all. 

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

I really love the bonding that happens between Steve & Mike in “Let Me Be Your Man (I Want to Hold Your Hand)” as Steve is teaching Mike how to make a mixed tape for his secret crush. Who Steve has already figured out is Will. It’s a Steddie fic but it centers around Steve letting Mike know that he’s not alone. And Mike letting his guard down just a little. It has a podfic recorded by Rattlandhum (thirdeye1234) and their voice is gorgeous. It’s the icing on the cake for that fic for me. And I love when Steve tells Robin in “Right From the Start, I Gave You My Heart” that they’re “just two chocolate chip cookies in a world full of oatmeal raisin.” because platonic love is pretty damn beautiful. (That one also has a podfic by the amazing Flowerparrish)

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’m currently writing a fic for the Steddie BigBang 2025. And Flowerparrish and I have been brainstorming a Steddie & the Party fic that zer will podfic that’s got some cool dream elements happening. I’ve also decided to finish my “18 Candles” Steddie fic that I’ve been sitting on for far too long that has a really fun Eddie & Robin friendship that I love so much. They get to be weird and awkward together. And Flowerparrish is currently recording a podfic of my “Even Flowers Have Their Dangers” and I’m GIDDY about it.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just a very heartfelt thank you. This fandom has been incredibly supportive and fun. I’ve made so many friends - some fellow writers but some people who are just really amazingly supportive readers and cheerleaders. And the entire fandom’s fics are so varied. It’s been a blast not just writing them but also reading other writers fics right alongside everyone else.

Thank you to our author, @artaxlivs, and our nominator! See more of ArtaxLivs's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[apollabarnes]

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine

"what happened to 'using our flight time to get a little me time'?" tommy asks, looking over at lucy. "aren't you normally back there?"

"first of all, as your copilot i'm always near the controls," lucy mock gasps, clasping a hand over her heart, "second of all, if athena grant called you there's a chance that…"

tommy nods in agreement. there is a chance that.

"it's actually higher since she called you off official channels," lucy continues, "they're more alike than anyone wants to consider."

"seems like you've considered it," tommy jokes. he doesn't tell her about athena kissing bobby in the loft and evan kissing him at the hospital. it had nearly knocked tommy on his ass when athena told him. then she'd followed it up with the one-two punch of her 'move in with me/let's get married' story. happier ending than his, at least.

"had to entertain myself somehow when i broke my leg," lucy shrugs, checking the instruments. "so why did athena call you? and not…"

he's going to have to remind her to actually say evan's name if he's actually with athena and gets in the helicopter.

"you know that standing dinner date i've had for the last few months that i refuse to tell you about?"

"holy shit, kinard. that's…" the surprise in lucy's voice is genuine. if they were on the ground, she'd swoon dramatically onto the nearest piece of furniture.

"weird?" tommy offers wryly.

"that's one way of putting it. how did that even happen?" lucy laughs, the sound carried away by the rotors.

"long story."

"i'll need something to entertain myself with in the unemployment line. get ready to share."

tommy snorts. "that's why she was the one that called me." he very firmly doesn't consider the other reason that she was the one calling, instead of evan — because he's the one in trouble.

"i gotta know, does she pick up the bill or do you?"

"why does that matter?"

"i'm trying to gauge just how weird—" lucy cuts herself off as they start descending, peering out the windshield. "feeling pretty good about sitting up front right now."

tommy can feel his tension headache start to disappear. evan's not — but someone is. if evan and athena are both here, then that means — "bobby." he glances at the travel mug he's got stashed in the seat pocket.

lucy swears under her breath. she opens the rear door as soon as they land, sticking her head out. "all aboard dk airlines! we take you where you need to go and then straight to the unemployment office!"

"that's not funnier the third time," tommy huffs, looking into the backseat, "grab a headset, everyone. we're on a closed channel."

"we've got until," lucy checks her watch, "four before anyone knows the bird is missing. let's hope this can get done in thirty minutes or less?"

"not a pizza delivery, donato. thanks for the ride, tommy."

"any time, athena."

he catches evan's gaze in the rear view, sees him mouth 'athena?' to himself. in any other situation — okay, if they were still dating — tommy would be tempted to crack a joke about a support group for people involved with members of the 118. he should start it. and invite karen.

"what's going on?" evan asks, looking between them.

"tommy and sergeant grant have super secret dinner plans almost every week. he told me on the way over," lucy tells evan gleefully.

athena sighs heavily, speaking over lucy. "we need to get to socal tech as soon as possible. you know where that is?"

"we're familiar." tommy tacks left, heading east. he tries not to think about the fact that the few times they've been there, it's with a biohazard sample. he eyes the cooler at athena's feet.

"go back to this dinner thing," evan demands, leaning forward between the seats. athena yanks him back.

"sometimes it's breakfast," tommy says before he can stop himself.

evan makes a disgruntled noise. it's his way of calling tommy an idiot. fair enough.

"oh my god, tommy, how long?"

"we ran into each other a few months ago and i invited him out for coffee," athena answers for him. "and then we decided to keep meeting for dinner."

"why?"

"because he's cool," athena says.

[akihirohadenough]

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𑁍 Origins & before confession 𑁍

៸៸ — ۰ ✿ TW: None. Just fluff and Tele being a sweetie

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Confession & Dating hcs

youth

❁ A kid alone in a garden isn't really a delightful sight. That's when you felt a sudden presence beside you on the bench. A little boy around your age, prince Telemachus. He smiled at you and just asked you if you wanted to be his friend like the innocent kid he is, and you couldn't say no. "You look like a princess." was his first compliment to you. You spent your time listening to him ramble and found yourself really enjoying his company.

❁ At the end of that day, he asked if you could come over to his palace and play with him. He then gave you wildflowers as a gift with the sweetest smile on his face, hoping he would see you there, and you always treasured the flowers by taking good care of it as much as possible.

❁ And so you did come over pretty often. As the weeks go by when you are fully comfortable with him, you even stay overnight at the palace at times. The sounds of the palace would be filled with giggles and running footsteps even during the late midnights when you two would wander off to play with Argos, climb trees or run to the beaches and swim under the moon and stars.

❁ When he introduced you to Penelope, she was already very fond of you and happily welcomed you with open arms. The first thing she mentioned was about how Telemachus had been talking about you non-stop, making him embarrassed and begging her to be quiet about it but oh boy only the gods know how much he will keep talking about you to his mother.

❁ One of his favourite things to ramble about is his father. It could be about the stories he heard from his mother or can get really serious about how much he misses him and how he's so self-conscious about himself even at a young age. After all, he just wants to make his dad proud. Of course, you comfort your dear friend and tell him never to lose hope about it.

❁ To cheer him up, you two would play with branches or wooden swords if you were allowed to, pretending to be heroes on a quest fighting monsters. If he would accidentally hit you even just a little bit, he would immediately pull you into a hug and keep asking you if you're alright, as if he was scared to get cursed by any of the gods.

❁ Over time, Telemachus started developing feelings for you. He is a little boy after all and doesn't fully understand love yet. However, the two of you do like to show physical affection like hugs, cuddles, leaning his head on your shoulder, and holding hands. This little guy just doesn't ever make you feel alone. Although make sure to keep a safe distance between, worried if he will make you uncomfortable. All of this is just in a friendly way, right? Righttttt.

❁ He loves to braid your hair. The first time he did came to your surprise at how good he was after learning from his mother. At first, he was not very confident about it but, after seeing the look on your face and you saying how much you love it, he gladly did everytime you’d allow him to while admiring how adorable and beautiful you look, sometimes even decorating your hair with your favourite flowers too.

❁ The years passed, and at the age of twelve, you unfortunately moved away from the village that was close to the palace, and you weren't able to properly say goodbye to Telemachus. He, too, was upset and missed you a lot. Standing by the balcony and wishing and dreaming that he would see you down there, smiling and calling out his name.

❁ His mother, Penelope, would reassure him, clearly knowing what it feels like longing for a loved one. She had to admit, she misses you too. Except that he also carried guilt and regret of not telling you about his true feelings and worried if you might end up with someone else. Regardless, he decided to remain loyal and hopeful anyway.

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reunion, 7 years later

❁ You finally moved back for a while, and many things have changed about this village you once knew, feeling nostalgic. That's when you trip over, covering your eyes from the dust until you hear someone's voice and finally open your eyes, seeing this young man lending out a hand and helping you up with a smile that was familiar.

❁ Even something about the warmth of his hand felt familiar. You took a while to analyze his features of that black curly hair and pure brown eyes. "Tele?" You called him out by his nickname you used to call him, and it totally caught him off guard. You were wondering if he does remember you.

❁ "Y/N, is it you?' His smile returned with a mixture of disbelief and joy in his voice. Goodness, it sounds lower than way back then, but it's surely attractive. "Of course I remember you... how could I not forget my best friend?" He swore that he felt his eyes water for a moment, but then took you into his arms and spun you around with his smile never leaving his face.

❁ Even the hound, Argos, was delighted to see you again after all these years. He's gotten a little older now but never forgot your face, voice, scent, and your touch through his fur. Of course, since you are his owner's best friend.

❁ He felt a little bit awkward at first, but he clearly had always been that little charmer. He wanted to spend time with you again, but he was really unsure at first, although he pushed himself to ask you if you wanted to hang out with him again, just like the old days...

❁ You did not expect him to ask you this, but you couldn't be happier than ever. Telemachus took your hand and led you down to the streets and down the stoned stairs, which gave a familiar vibe... it was the same garden you first met 12 years ago.

❁ It definitely looked so different, but it's still as beautiful as ever. The exact place you both sat before now had a tree fully grown behind the bench, and just like before, you spend your time, feeling good to have him beside you again and there, immediately got comfortable with him like how you were before. Everything was all too familiar.

❁ For a moment, his mood shifted to a more gloomy look. It had been hell still without his father and without you. Those pesky suitors multiplied and took more space, which really pissed him off. But knowing that you're here with him again instantly put him at ease and asked you about your life and where you had been.

❁ If you aren't the type to open up right away, he understood and never liked the idea of pushing you. Either way, he knows that he loves you no matter what, and whenever you're ready, he is willing to listen and comfort you.

❁ As the end of the day approaches, he accompanies you all the way back to your home, and once you reach it, right before you say goodbye, he pulls out a small bouquet of your favourite flowers wearing the same sweet smile like he had before and took you back into his arms for a soothing embrace, wishing that he never had to let go again. "I'm so happy I got to see you again, N/N. Stay safe."

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⋮✎ ‘’ ᯓ This felt long asf and I lowk ran out of ideas but there will be part 2 of the confession and dating !!!

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

The assistant p.4

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this one shot of Lewis x assistant, I hope you like it and if you want to read part 3 here it is or more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

Ever since that stormy night in the elevator, everything had changed.

What had started as tension—an impossible, burning kind of desire—had become something far deeper. My relationship with Lewis blurred the lines between pleasure and work, between fantasy and reality. He made me feel things I didn’t know I could. At the office, we still played our roles. But behind closed doors… it was something else entirely.

He had awakened something in me, something wild and messy and utterly insatiable. Every touch, every kiss, every command… it wasn’t just physical. It was emotional. It was intoxicating.

So when I started to feel off lately—nausea in the mornings, dizziness—I didn’t think much of it at first. Stress, maybe. Not sleeping enough. Skipping lunch to do paperwork. But when I nearly passed out in the hallway and had to steady myself against the wall, Lewis had noticed.

"You’re finally going to the doctor, I don't care if I have to carry you myself," he said, firmly, no room for argument.

Which is how I found myself sitting on a cold examination table, swinging my feet nervously while the doctor typed something into her computer.

"Well," she finally said, turning toward me with a soft smile. "Congratulations. You're pregnant."

My heart stopped.

Pregnant.

It was like the word echoed around the room, bouncing off every wall. My mouth went dry.

"I—what? Are you sure?"

She nodded. "About five or six weeks. Everything looks fine, but you’ll need a full check-up soon. Do you have a partner you’d like to involve?"

Lewis’ face flashed in my mind. His smile. His touch. The way he’d call me his sweet girl. My stomach twisted, and not from nausea.

This… changed everything.

That night, I invited Lewis to dinner.

"I’ve got a surprise for you," I had texted.

"You in lingerie again? Because that’s my favorite surprise," he replied instantly, with a winking emoji that made me both laugh and panic a little harder.

I had cleaned my apartment twice over. Changed outfits three times. Nearly burned the food. Finally, I settled on a cozy sweater dress that hugged my curves and was just short enough to tease without trying too hard. I placed a small, neatly wrapped box on the table and paced nervously until the buzzer rang.

When I opened the door, Lewis looked as dangerously good as always. Black sweater hugging his chest, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

"Smells good in here," he said, stepping in and kissing me softly. His hand cupped my cheek like it always did, and I almost broke down right then.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mhm," I lied.

We sat down and began eating, but I was quiet. Too quiet.

"You’re not talking," he said, narrowing his eyes. "That’s suspicious. You’re always babbling about how cute Roscoe looked in his sweater or how you tripped in the lobby again. What’s going on?"

I laughed nervously, pushing my plate away. "I told you I have a surprise."

I slid the box across the table.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, picking it up and unwrapping it. Inside was a small, soft baby onesie. Ferrari red. It said: "Daddy’s Little Pit Crew."

He blinked, then looked at me, confused. "This is for… Roscoe?"

The moment he said it, I burst out laughing. And crying.

"Oh my God, no," I said, covering my face with my hands. "No, Lewis. Think about it."

His eyes searched mine. Then slowly, realization dawned. His lips parted, his breath caught, and suddenly he was up from the table, sweeping me into his arms.

"Are you pregnant?" he whispered, his voice thick.

I nodded against his chest.

"You’re… you’re going to have my baby?"

I looked up at him, tears slipping down my cheeks. "Yes."

And then he kissed me. A long, tender, overwhelming kiss that had none of the urgency we usually shared. It was soft. Meaningful. His hand cradled the back of my neck, the other resting protectively over my stomach.

"I didn’t think I could love you more," he whispered. "But right now? I do. So much."

I giggled through my tears. "Even if I’m a clumsy assistant who printed twenty pages upside down this morning?"

He grinned. "Especially because of that."

We stood in the middle of my apartment, wrapped in each other, the future settling between us like a fragile, beautiful thing. And somehow, it felt right.

Maybe it wouldn’t be easy. Maybe everything would change.

But everything would be just fine, cause our baby was already on the way.

@rageshots, @krltkselsl, @mmm777mmm777, @doncockstah, @hhhs7

[fmajorenthusiast]

What would the Rocky Horror characters be like if they had to look after a baby? (The baby is a few months old)

OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU!!!! AAAAAAA THIS WAS SO HILARIOUS TO THINK ABOUT!!!! IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFFF!!!!

(Also side note: I love everybody's fankids so when I call everyone out for being bad w the baby here plz know that I think that theyre awesome parents if theyre your fankids!!! Ahhh I love this all so much!!!)

Frank: Frank should NOT be left near a baby! Frank would probably dance around with it in his arms and, in a graceful whirl, completely toss it across the room for fun whilst "dancing with it!" To upbeat classical music! Now, chucking it across the room is fully reason enough to not leave Frank alone with a baby, however it doesn't stop there!!! If Frank had to feed the kid, I feel like he'd cry about his hands getting dirty more than the baby did the entire visit! Also, if the baby cries, he's gonna get irritated at the sound and run away trying to get someone else to solve the problem because he cannot handle that!! That said, I do think that he would generally speaking enjoy the baby because the baby likes him!!! He'd enjoy making it laugh, (though he would admittedly get very pissed and storm away if the baby didn't laugh at his jokes!) He'd feel very proud to show it his way of life!!! I think that he'd give the baby makeovers and they'd both laugh and enjoy it!.... That being said, Frank will still very much chuck that child across a room so PLEASE do not let him touch the baby! It's really not worth it!!!

Brad: Oh this is 100% a glimpse into Brad's future of being terrified to be left alone with his own kids one day and he knows it!!! That said, the baby would be safe! Not the most looked after that it could be, but definitely safe! He'd probably just wind up carrying it around with him everywhere and talking to it normally! He'd explain his every day events SOOOO awkwardly to it and it'd be fucking HILARIOUS!!! He's perfectly fine doing this and even enjoys it up until something perfectly normal and expected happens! (The baby needs to be soothed/changed/fed/ etc!) And then he 100% calls Janet for help and she explains to him how to do literally everything! And he gets it done whilst being very terrified but being like "hey! I'm enjoying this!" Through all of that cluelessness!! Overall, the baby probably didn't super-love the visit because Brad doesn't really go out of his way to do too much, but they had a good time!!! Brad did manage to make them smile!! And it's great practice that Brad is definitely gonna need one day!!!!

Janet: EVERY! BABY'S! DREAM!!! Omg Janet would do PHENOMENAL with a baby!!! She would love a baby to look after so much!!! She would take the opportunity to revisit a lot of her favorite shows and picture books from the past and she'd make sure that she reads to the baby in a way that the baby will really love!!! She knows how to do "Here Comes the Airplane" well, too!!! She can also objectively soothe a crying baby in RECORD time!! She could probably beat a lot of kids parents to that!! This is as much of an opportunity for her as it is for the kid's parents to get the time off! She's having the time of her life! That kid would end it's visit fed, washed, entertained, played with, and smiling and laughing!!! Leave your babies with Janet, everyone!!! Janet loves babies and babies love her!!!!

Riff Raff: Overall, he's not fantastic with babies! (Not referring to you Riff in my AU you're a fantastic dad ily kiddo) He's functional, but there are definitely other factors! First and foremost, secondhand smoke! Riff is.... enough of an addict that a baby will not deter him! He's also gonna be drinking and doing other drugs on the job! He's pretty much gonna leave the little one alone until they start crying for something. Then he'll do the bare minimum like, rock the crib and that's pretty much it. If he talks to the kid it'll be something along the lines of "you'll learn how to cry on the inside one day" and that's about it! Part of me thinks that his self esteem makes him afraid of the baby! Like, should he really be around a baby? Either way, he doesn't have enough energy for it! He's pretty much just existing in the same room as it as much as possible until he frustratedly has to do something! And y'know what? He deals with Frank every single day so that makes perfect sense!

Magenta: Magenta... Oh God I love you Magenta but sometimes I think that you might enjoy it when the baby cries. I really do. I don't think you would torture it but I do think that you would poke it. The other alternative is that Magenta COMPLETELY forgets that she's supposed to be taking care of a baby!!! Like, that baby gets left alone for a VERY unfortunate amount of time in the crib and it is not what childcare is supposed to look like at ALL! Overall though, she won't let it die. She will objectively enjoy it when the baby cries, but she'll keep it alive if she remembers to! And I think that the crying will bring her back! Overall.... this is so fucking funny to imagine but she's the wrong person for the job!!! She's hilarious, though!!!

Columbia: Columbia almost does a good job with it! She really does!!! She'll talk to the baby, hold the baby, talk in a baby voice to the baby! But she will not child proof her space! And she doesn't really have any activities for a baby aside from peekaboo- which she's great at, but the baby could use toys and a book or two!!! She enjoys time spent with the baby!!! She'd enjoy a chance to play with Legos again, but at the same time she would, in doing so, completely forget that you're not supposed to let a baby near Legos until they're at LEAST a year and a half old!!! Overall, Columbia would be very pure of heart, but not too smart with a baby! If everything goes well, her and the baby like each other a lot though!! If she ever has her own baby, I feel like she'd learn and do better in that case!!!

Rocky: This is an interesting one! Rocky would be incredibly gentle with the baby and he'd love to watch it smile!!! He'd very much have a "it's a baby! :D" reaction!!! However, he can't do too much more than rock it and be gentle and sweet with it because Rocky, in every way but physical, is also a baby!!! He loves it when someone plays peekaboo with him!!! He's so sweet with the baby, and maybe but big emphasis on maybe he'll be able to feed and change it if you give him very specific instructions, but that's only in a pinch!!! He loves to play with the baby's toys, so they'd better be able to share!!! Primarily, it boils down to what you need from him! If the request is, "here hold this while I run out to the car for a second!" He's right on the job!!! Better than a lot of the other people on this list!!! But that is his maximum level of difficulty!!! Any more than that and he simply has no IDEA what to do!!! And who can blame him? He's a baby too!!!

Eddie: I'm gonna go ahead and call this a bad plan! Eddie is a chronic safety risk to himself due to recklessness! Let alone what that'd mean for a baby!!! This baby would have chronic smoke in its face and Eddie would struggle to even rock a baby in its crib! I feel like, unless it was his and Columbia's kid, in which case he'd be titling his next album "I Love You, Sweet Little Rockstar", he'd probably just speedwalk out of the room! Also, be careful for the baby's ears!!! Eddie will not stop playing that music for anything! And that baby's ears are not developed yet and are prone to being damaged!!! Eddie does not really know or believe this fact enough to care!!! So this is a hearing loss risk situation!!! But hey! At least the baby's getting some good tunes!!!

Doctor Scott: Now Scotty knows how to take care of a kid!!! Hell, he'd probably bring that kid to meetings with him and baby talk the kid in the process!!! He still has a lot of books ams toys that he keeps around from when Eddie was a kid on the offchance that he'll have a kid around that can use them!! He'd talk very calmly to the baby!!!! Whereas Janet may be a bit more fun-loving, he's playful but in a very "and now we calm the baby!" type way! Similarly to Janet's style however, he's very much gentle with that kiddo and would never yell at the baby!! He probably wouldn't go above and beyond but he'd definitely make that baby love him!!! Well, as much as a baby can grow to love a stranger in an amount of time! But nevertheless he's absolutely fantastic with a baby!!!

The Criminologist: He likes the baby, but he might have some work to do!!! If he's working, then he'll find some way to keep the baby entertained (putting on a show, probably!) And get to work next to the baby so if the baby cries, he can spring into action! He may also use the baby as a chance to rubber duck if he's struggling with a mystery! He'll be like, "How can this make sense? It'd only make sense if there was a.... secret entrance! Yes! There must be a secret entrance!" And that'd be the one time he gets super animated around the baby! Other than that, he'd probably talk normally to the baby! Which the baby wouldn't mind, he has such a nice voice!!! He'd enjoy the baby for a change of energy!!! He'd want to work, yes, but the rubber ducking proves that the baby can help with that!! And they do!!!

[wildsaltair]

a few pictures of Russell and Bridget that have made my brain go on a permanent vacation

[silverselfshippingchaos]

So... I started playing Y.akuza G.aiden!

they did NOT need to put that much detail into his hands

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute