#yeah this drink would totally be served at parties

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i feel like this would be one of those drinks that, if given a jug of without a label, i would totally think was just water and pour some into my cup and drink it only to realize it is in fact soda

it then turns out the soda in question was made with this exact reaction in mind and instead of making you recoil with a strong sharp flavor it just tastes sweet and summer-y and now you actually kinda want more

Wide Expanse - Submitted by @meowstic-seer-of-the-future

#333B74 #2E4E9E #D1DAE4 #9B9F81 #C7A214

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[ DRABBLE ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fourth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

୨୧˚ cw; smut (?) , dub-con , alcohol consumption , profanity

( flashback; ) Wreaths and holly plants decked the usually barren, white walls of the seventh floor office level, and soft Christmas music looped on the overhead speaker in attempts to induce a jolly spirit. Colleagues conversed, discussing plans for December break over plastic cups of spiked cider. Everyone seemed in high morale; even Gakuganji, who donned a cheaply made Santa suit, still wrinkled from its time being folded in a package. Your first ever office party was about as much as you expected–not the worst time, but certainly not the best time, either. It didn’t help that you were still technically the “newbie” despite having been a member of the company for a few months at that point. Man, it was hard to make friends in an office full of stoic suits.

You remain near a far wall, slumped against the oversized copy machine with a drink in hand. Nobody had even appreciated your dress; a modest crimson thing with white, cottony trims to mimic Old Saint Nick. Figures. You pout into your cup, knocking back a heavy swig.

“Woah-ho, you sure went all out.”

The dialogue was unexpected and you sputter on a swallow of liquor, startled. A preemptive hand pats your back, something like a mother trying to burp a newborn. You swallow your spit at last, recollect yourself, and whip your head up to follow the source of the voice that nearly killed you. There stood a man tall and spindly in his stature with the most beautifully long, goldish hair drawn back into a ponytail. He is dressed down, wearing a simple pair of dark jeans and a sweater in favor of the suits nearly everyone else sported. 

“You shouldn’t sneak up on ladies,” comes your meager reply. Your free hand smooths down the skirt of your dress, and you clear your throat. “You scared the shit out of me.”

The man smiles apologetically. “Ah, I noticed. My bad.”

“It’s okay. Just… just don’t do it again.”

“Roger that.” He has his own drink, and you manage to catch a glimpse of it over the rim of the solo cup. It’s a dark, murky color, much more amberish than the cider that was being served. “I haven’t seen your face around before, it made me curious.”

“I secured a position here during spring.” Now that you think about it, he was unfamiliar to you as well. You would have definitely remembered that ponytail. “Are you–I mean, do you work in this building?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, they got me holed up in the Shibuya location,” he winks, leaning in. “I make it a habit to come to all the office parties, though. I can’t resist a little holiday cheer.” Two bony knuckles move to brush delicately against the trim of your dress. “I’m Haruta Shigemo, and you’re…?”

“Not interested.” 

Shigemo juts his bottom lip out. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I can’t know your name?”

Holding an index finger to your chin, you pretend to think about it. “What will you give me in return?”

A smirk worms its way onto Shigemo’s thin lips. He angles his hip toward you and pulls up the hem of his knitted sweater, gesturing to the uncanny flask half sticking out of his jeans’ pocket. “I brought good stuff,” he sings quietly, away from prying ears, and suddenly you understand the reason for his drink being a couple shades too dark. “And I’m good at sharing.”

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to accept unknown liquor from a virtual stranger, you should’ve really considered all of the possible outcomes to this situation. You’d already had a little over two cups of warmed cider, rotating on the axis between tipsy and full on drunkenness. Your foggy brain didn’t care much to think about how some of this so-called “good stuff” would only lead to an inevitable, total inebriation. Or, a less likely but just as concerning scenario, Shigemo’s flask could be chock full of poison. Either way, you were itching to turn a less-than-okay party experience into a fun one.

“Y/n L/n,” you said finally, and Shigemo looks pleased. Strategically as to not give away the secret, he stood before you and widened his shoulders to create a makeshift cover while he poured a solid few glugs from flask to your cup. Immediately, the booze reeks of something strong like industrial glass cleaner. Your nose wrinkles as the stench singes the hair from your nostrils. “Smells fucking rancid.”

“Maybe you’re just not used to top shelf liquor?” Was that a dig? You’ll show him that you’re plenty accustomed with expensive booze (you’re not. not at all).

So you drank it. The taste of piss mixed with vinegar nearly made you retch, but after your second glass and an assload of determination, it started to taste… good? Maybe this Shigemo guy wasn’t too bad. The rest of the night was a blur of silly dancing to dumb Christmas songs, ugly laughing at the horse calendars pinned to the wall, and… well, the bathroom.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Your tone was breathy, a cross between giggly and pure apprehension. There in the men’s restrooms, you were perched up on the sink counter. That festive dress was slipped up around your hips by two slender, greedy hands, and a tiny waist worked between your thighs. Shigemo kissed you into silence.

“Why not?” He kisses you again, fumbling with his belt buckle. He’s nipping down your neck, whispering, “The risk is so fucking hot.”

And oh goodness, was he a man on a mission. Tearing the collar of your dress down beneath your breasts, fingering holes into your sheer stockings, stuffing a fist inside your panties… You were in no state of coherence to stop him.

Had it not been a professional obligation on his part to attend this year’s Christmas party, Nanami finds himself fantasizing about all the ways he’d much rather be spending this brisk winter evening. Probably soaking in his tub, nursing a glass of red wine and working on that book he’d been putting off thanks to the ungodly amount of work on his plate as of late. Then, he’d exercise those cooking skills he seldom had time to use and prepare a meal that had much more to offer than these feeble, sugary snacks at this party. Seriously? Cookies and cake? They were adults for goodness sake.

The floor was stuffy and claustrophobia-inducing. Everywhere he turned, Nanami was accidentally bumping somebody with his shoulder or his elbow or some other limb he lost track of. And the conversations were abysmal. Nanami has always been good with his words—he had to be in a profession like this—but Christ, talking to his zombies-for-coworkers was a worse fate than death itself. They drone on about office assignments, about deadlines and paperwork with no hint of light behind their eyes. Is that what he looks like to others? A worrisome thought, that Nanami was just as much of a slave to the corporate world as they were.

The deep train of thought is cut off before it spirals when red catches his eye. A dress red as rubies sticks out like a sore thumb among the sea of blacks and blues and grays of suits. You’re dressed in a silly get up, like those Mrs. Claus actresses in the malls that take pictures with children. Y/n L/n, Nanami recalls your name. He knows you, the newest employee in the office. He’s had very few chances to speak with you, and when he did it mostly consisted of him relaying orders from Mr. Gakuganji. But even in those brief instances, Nanami saw it plain as day: you were different. The first lively fool he’d seen in a while, eyes still glinting with the prospects of optimism and naive hope for the future. Foolish indeed, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. You were a breath of fresh air, but Nanami knew that it was only a matter of time before you were beaten and battered into another mindless cog in the corporation's machine.

A strange urge bloomed within the hollows of the man's chest; an urge that told him to initiate communication with you. Perhaps just a "hello" at the very least, seeing as you were his direct subordinate. It was the polite thing to do, right? Or maybe that was just a weak excuse he convinced himself of because Nanami didn't want to admit that you intrigued him in every sense of the word. You would provide an interesting back and forth, something Nanami desperately craved in the throes of this tedious party.

Golden eyes scanned the room. But no matter how long and meticulous he stared into the mass of bodies, Nanami could not locate the shade of red that had incited this search to begin with. There was a muted pit of disappointment the settled heavy in his stomach when he came to the realization that you simply were gone. He didn't doubt the probability that you ditched, no, he'd commend you for doing something he could not. Nanami sighs under his breath, lets his shoulders droop, and takes the last swig of his drink (water of course, the spiked cider was much too sweet for his tastes) before maneuvering through the crowd towards the bathroom. A five minute breather alone in a stall sounded like Heaven on Earth.

He shouldered through the metallic door, eyes closed, fingers tugging the knot of his too-tight tie as he stepped inside the restrooms. Only the sound of a feminine gasp was what pried his heavy eyelids open.

All three bodies froze: Nanami by the entrance with a slack jaw and wide eyes, a man he vaguely recalls from the Shibuya district stood between a pair of opened legs with his jeans tugged down to mid-thigh, and you. You, with your stupidly red dress in disarray, the neckline dipped below your bare breasts and the lower hem bunched up around the curve of your waistline. There you were, sitting up on the sink completely exposed... God, that bastard's hand was still buried down the front of your panties.

As if time suddenly unfroze, said bastard rips his hands away from your most delicate parts in favor of pulling his jeans back up. Nanami blinks once before cocking his head to the side at the unnatural speed of light, focusing on the faux plant in the corner, the uneven tiles beneath his dress shoes, the cracks in the eggshell paint on the wall... anything besides your indecent self.

"Whoops, would ya' look at that?" Shibuya fucker laughs halfheartedly as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, flustered and giggly. "Guess we got a little carried away there, my bad man!" He slinks towards the door, towards Nanami, but pauses. "Hey, you're Nanami Kento, right?"

"Yes." It's a cold response. Nanami doesn't look to the other man, instead he keeps his eyes trained down as to not get another eyeful of you.

"Aha right! Well," Shibuya fucker sweatdrops, clasping a hand over Nanami's shoulder. "Let's keep this a secret from the higher ups?"

The elder grimaces. "Please don't touch me."

The hand is ripped away. Shibuya fucker shows his palms in sort of a defensive stance as more anxious chuckles erupt from his throat. "Good seeing you, then!" And with that, he slips out of the bathroom leaving you high and dry. The prick didn't even bother to stay and help you get recollected.

"I'm decent." You sound meek, a tone Nanami has yet to hear from you thus far. It sounds small. Humiliated. "You... you can look now."

So he does, only to regret it. There you are, hopped off the sink and standing before him in a pitiful display. Your slender neck was tainted with love marks, darkened bruises bit into flesh with little artistry. Your stockings were shredded carelessly, bits of plumpness squishing through the holes. Your hair was mussed, forehead sweaty, lipstick smeared and... why was Nanami so irritated by the sight?

"What..." He starts, trying to find the words. "What is the matter with you?"

You gawk. "Nothing."

"Nothing." Nanami scoffs, hands pressed to his hips. "How careless could you possibly be? Fucking at a work event? I mean, for fuck's sake Y/n."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Your words are clipped. As if you have any right to catch an attitude with him right now.

"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you..." His sentence trails off into a tiny, frustrated growl scratching from the back of his tongue. The man takes his nose bridge between his thumb and forefinger. "The door was unlocked. Anyone could've walked in and saw you like that!" Exposed. Bare. Vulnerable.

"I don't know what else you want to hear other than sorry." Nanami doesn't miss the microscopic vocal crack in the word sorry. You hug yourself tight, forearms crossed over your chest. Your shoulders stutter, and your lips are sucked between your teeth to hide the wobble in them. "I'm... sorry."

You dress strap hangs off your shoulder. Nanami can't peel his gaze away from the strip of fabric. He takes a slow step in, gauging your reaction to it. You don't show any signs of discomfort, so he advances closer. The red strap is dainty against his rough fingers, so he cautions himself to be extra gentle when slipping it back up into place.

"Thanks," you sniffle.

He shushes you. Nanami isn't done yet, far from it. You still look disheveled and sad and weepy and he can't fucking stomach it for some ungodly reason. So he gets to work, first wetting a paper towel in the bathroom sink—the same one you'd been getting groped on a mere few minutes prior—and gingerly swipes away the smeared makeup from your kiss-swollen lips. Then, he's taking it upon himself to straighten out your hair. You let him stroke down your baby hairs without pushback, limply letting him rearrange your appearance as if you were some sort of life sized doll.

Nanami steps back to admire his work. The evidence of foreplay was nearly gone, save for the dreadful state of your stockings and those ugly teeth-shaped indents down the side of your neck. “Take those stockings off before you leave the bathroom,” he utters. “They look…” Slutty is the word that comes to mind first, but he’d never say it aloud. So he leaves it at that.

You’re looking at him with an unreadable expression. If anything, Nanami discerns a little concern in the way your brows turn upwards. “Are you going to tell anyone about this?”

He wants to oh so bad. To be the lame tattletale and snitch to Mr. Gakuganji because fraternization is wrong, and fraternization in the workplace is double wrong. “I should report you,” there’s a pregnant pause, “but I won’t.”

Why? He asks himself.

You seemed to have read his thoughts. “Why?”

Nanami doesn’t have an answer to that. Where is this slice of mercy coming from? All he knows for certain is that staring at the trembling woman in front of him any longer will have him blow a fuse. “Go home, Y/n.” It’s the last thing he offers before turning on his heel and walking back out into the Christmas function, swallowing down each and every confusing feeling swirling around his brain.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I expanded on this.

The gate to hell was closed, and Vecna was dead. Unfortunately, Max and Eddie were still in a coma. Things were starting to change in Hawkins, and for a lot of people, it was a welcome change. . .for the more conservative, however, it was almost like the end of the world. While Max and Eddie slept, several people packed up and left the town they no longer believed was safe. They simply refused to believe that Eddie wasn't the killer or that he wasn't possessed by Satan.

In their place, freaks like Eddie started moving into their homes. It was metalheads who wanted to support their fellow comrades, and it was nerds who wanted to know that people like them no longer had people coming after him. It was also people like Eddie, people like Robin, and people like Steve who came to support someone who they felt like he was one of their own even though they had no way of knowing. Soon, it became a safe place for metalheads, nerds, and for the queer folk. It became such a safe place for them that Robin, Steve, and Will felt comfortable enough to come out to the party.

The only downside were the conspiracy theorists that followed everyone else and the insane people who believed that they were in love with Eddie. The overwhelming number of people who moved into Hawkins became too much, even if they meant well, even if they wanted to show support for Eddie. They needed more people on the police force, which meant bringing Hopper in back as Chief, something Powell had been grateful for.

"I still can't believe it," Robin rambled as she stacked videotapes. "Who knew that Vecna tearing a hole in the middle of Hawkins would lead it to becoming, like San Franciso?"

"Yeah, did you know the Hideout is basically a gay bar now?" Steve asked.

"What?! No!" Robin shrieked as she dropped a tape and then she narrowed her eyes. "Wait. . .how do you know? . . . Steve Muriel Harrington, did you go and have a one-night stand?"

"Shut up, I should have never told you my middle name. I couldn't sleep, okay?" Steve blushed.

"Okay, so, how much did this guy look like Eddie?" Robin asked.

"Not at all," Steve scoffed. "Okay, a little bit . . . a lot! He looked a lot like Eddie, but he was mean. I know that Eddie could be an asshole, but he was too mean. . . too rude to the bartender who was serving him drinks. It made me feel good about giving him a fake number and a fake name."

"So, how often did you call him Eddie while you were pounding away inside of him?" Robin said.

"You ever think we should consider the whole boundary thing that Nancy says we should have?" Steve asked.

"Okay, so several times then," Robin grinned. "Nance is joking because where is the fun in having boundaries?"

"By the way, there was no . . . um, you know. . .," Steve said, blushing.

"Penetration?" she asked.

"Nope," Steve replied.

"You're hoping to save that for Eddie, aren't you?" Robin asked, grinning and then looked at him softly. "He's going to wake up, you know. So is Max. Being possessed by an evil wizard takes a lot out of people. It has to. They just need to rest."

"I know," he said.

The bell above the door rang, and Vickie burst through, her face shining in excitement. She ran towards Robin and didn't skid to a stop in time, causing the tapes in Robin's arms to spill onto the floor.

"Sorry," Vickie squeaked.

"It's not a problem. I've done worse," Robin said with a wide grin, her eyes as shiny as Vickie's face.

"I got asked out by a woman! Though she wasn't the one that I wanted to ask me out or the one that I wanted to ask out, actually. Though she was hot, and I definitely have a thing for women with pretty blue eyes," Vickie rambled. "Anyway, after I rejected her, but I did it very nicely, I came here because I wanted to ask you out. I understand if you don't want to. I totally would get through it because I'd want you in my life no matter what. Yeah, right, I actually have to ask you out. Will you go out with me?"

They were still kneeling on the floor in the middle of a bunch of video tapes. Robin stared at her for a moment before grinning.

"Yeah, I would love to!" Robin exclaimed.

"Great!" Vickie exclaimed and surged forward to kiss her.

The kiss was quick, and she broke it to help Robin pick up the tapes. Vickie mumbled something about heading to work and kissed Robin again before rushing out the door. Robin gaped at the door before turning to Steve, who's mouth was also opened. They moved towards each other at the same time. They screamed and started jumping at the same time. Steve hugged Robin tightly. She pulled back and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't worry, Steve. If it happened for me then it's going to happen for you," Robin said. "That's how platonic soulmates work, right?"

"Duh," Steve rolled his eyes affectionately.

The bell above the door rang, and they turned their heads at the same time. Hopper walked in. Steve frowned. Was he really expecting Eddie to walk in and ask him out?

"Am I interrupting something?" Hopper asked.

"Vickie asked me out!" Robin blurted out.

"She the girl you kept going on about?" Hopper asked.

"Yeah," she said dreamily.

"I'm happy for you. You know, uh, that Gareth kid asked out Will," Hopper replied.

"Gareth and Will? I didn't even know they were friends," Steve said in surprise.

"Yeah, Gareth was upset about Eddie, sitting by his beside. Will was volunteering as usual and he comforted him," Hopper said.

"Will is such a precious angel," Robin said fondly.

"Yeah," Hopper said, a proud look on his face.

"Aw, proud dad," Robin said.

"Isn't Gareth a little bit older?" Steve asked.

"Only by two years," Hopper scoffed. "I like the guy. He's pretty respectful of Will and the three inches rule so I'll allow it for now."

"As long as it's not Mike, right?" Steve asked with a grin.

"Hey, I like the guy as long as none of my kids are dating him," Hopper said. "Which thankfully none are. I actually came here to talk to you, Steve."

"Look, I think of you like a dad and I like Joyce too much so I'm going to have to turn you down," Steve quipped and Robin snorted with laughter.

"Don't make me shoot you, kid," Hopper said, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'd hate to kill a potential deputy."

"What?!" Steve and Robin asked.

"Look, as you know, we're kind of overrun over there even with Owens providing some agents as deputies," Hopper said. "I know you don't trust anyone of those goons, neither do I but we need the help and I kind of need to someone else that I trust around there. I know you guys have a thing about cops too but sometimes the best thing is to fix it from the inside, and I trust what you have to say. You're a good kid, with good instincts, and I think you would make a good cop. Just think about it."

"Well, then we wouldn't be working together," Robin said with wide eyes.

"You're welcome to help out around the station part time, kid. I'd hate to break up the set," Hopper said. "Your mom told me you were looking for a second job. What do you call each other again? Oh, yeah. Platonic soulmates."

"Platonic with a capital P!" they said, leaning their heads together.

"Let me confer with my soulmate for a moment," Robin said.

They moved to the back to the store and pressed their foreheads together, whispering. It was only a couple of minutes later before they were back again.

"We'll take the job!" Robin and Steve exclaimed.

Now, here they were several weeks later, and Steve had settled into his role as a deputy pretty well. It was hard work and a pretty good distraction from the fact that Eddie, as well as Max, wasn't awake. Now that school had let out for the summer and Robin had graduated, she was now working part-time at the station. The crowd outside the hospital was still sitting in wait for the day their lord and savior, Eddie Munson would awaken. Some days, they were quiet and settled. Other days, they grew quite rowdy, and there are more days now where they were restless. Hopper swore they would get bored eventually, and it wasn't like they were violent. . .well, aside from a rare few. So far, they were just eager to know that one of their own was okay, which Steve thought was kind of sweet. Steve was filling out paperwork at his desk, ignoring the balls of paper Robin was throwing at him, when Hopper came barreling out of his office looking pale.

"Chief?" Steve asked.

"They're awake," Hopper said.

Steve didn't hesitate to follow Hopper out the door, and Robin followed quickly behind him. They went to see Max first, and they her sitting up slightly, her new glasses on her face. Lucas, El, and Susan surrounded her bed.

"Did I miss anything?" Max asked and then grinned. "Ew, Steve, are you a cop? Disgusting."

"I'll forgive you for that, but so you know, once you are up and moving around, I'll have something to say," Steve said. "I might even get a lawyer because I believe that's slander, Mayfield."

"If your lawyer is Dustin, he's not going to do well against Nancy," Max laughed.

"Ooh, your lawyer is Nancy? Yeah, Dustin's toast," Robin said.

"You make a good cop, Steve," Max said softly. "If anyone can make those lazy cops get off their asses, it's you. You're an example of what a good cop should be, Steve."

"Thanks, Max," Steve said, looking touched. "Glad you're awake, kid."

"So, I have to ask. . .the full grown mustache. . . Are you trying to look like Hopper?" Max asked.

"What? No?!" Steve exclaimed.

"He does think of Hopper like a dad," Robin pointed out.

"Aww, Steve, do you want Hopper to be your dad?" Max teased.

"Leaving now," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

He made it to Eddie's room and stood in front of it. He was trembling in excitement, but he was also nervous. Before he became a cop, he was here almost every day holding his hand. In that time, he got to know Wayne and Eddie's friends. He also got to know Eddie some more from the stories they told. They were weary about him at first, but once they saw how much he cared, they accepted him easily. Once Steve got them talking about Eddie, they couldn't shut up. Steve took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. He pushed open the door and strolled in. The members of Hellfire and Corrded Coffin had surrounded Eddie's beside. Wayne wouldn't be there yet, seeing as he was stuck at work. Calling him had been the first thing he had done when he got to the hospital. Eddie was sitting up, grinning, and then he spotted Steve. Eddie frowned in confusion.

"Harrington! You've been working so hard we were starting to forget what you looked like," Jeff said. "Damn, baby, you fill out that uniform good."

Jeff started wolf whistling, and the other boys soon followed.

"Alright! Cut it out!" Steve laughed. "What did I say about flirting with me to get my grandmother's brownie recipe, Jeffrey?"

"To keep doing it," Jeff grinned.

"No, no, I did not say that besides, I know I'm not your type," Steve laughed.

"What? Since when is a man with good hair and meaty thighs not my type?" Jeff cackled.

"Argyle doesn't have a problem with it?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please, Argyle doesn't have a jealous bone in his body. Besides, so far, it's just sex," he grinned. "Really good sex."

"Wait. . .so, Steve knows about you? You're flirting with Steve. . .wait, are you friends with my friends?" Eddie asked.

"Actually, they're my friends now, too, Eddie. We share custody," Steve said proudly.

"Aw, Dad, we finally have a mother, and he makes the best brownies," Gareth said, leaning heavily onto Steve’s shoulder.

"Fuck off, Emerson," Steve laughed.

"By the way, since when are you a cop?" Eddie asked.

"Things around here have gotten a bit overwhelmed since you've been asleep," Steve shrugged.

"Yeah, Hawkins has gotten a lot more interesting since you decided to be lazy, Munson," Frankie said.

"It's very, very good," Gareth grinned.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eddie asked.

"You'll never believe it until you see it," Frankie said.

Hopper popped his head in for a moment and whispered in Steve's ear. He smirked and looked over at Eddie, who was staring at them in confusion. Steve wiggled his fingers at him. Hopper tipped his hat at Eddie before leaving. Steve leaned down and whispered in Gareth's ear, and he grinned, jumping up.

"Alright, boys," Gareth said. "Teddy wants to talk to us. He's probably quite eager for Eddie to start playing at the Hideout again!"

They said goodbye to him one by one, and then they were gone. Steve went to take Gareth's seat but was impeded by the crumbs he left behind. Steve started muttering as he turned around to clean it off, giving Eddie a clear view of his ass. Suddenly, Eddie's heart monitor started beeping a little louder. Steve whirled around.

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think I accidentally, uh, messed with one of the wires," Eddie blushed.

"Okay," Steve frowned, looking at him, thoughtfully.

He turned around again and started swiping off the crumbs. Eddie's heart monitor went off again, and Steve turned around again.

"I swear! I am trying not to touch them!" Eddie shrieked. "Just sit down, man! Forget about the crumbs."

Confused by his reaction, Steve sat down, crossing his legs like he usually did. Eddie groaned and leaned his head back.

"Your uncle wanted to be here, but unfortunately, he missed a lot of days sitting by your beside, so he can't get away. The compensation money only went so far, and you guys also got a house out of it," Steve said, grinning.

"Wait, an actual house?!" Eddie asked.

"With your own rooms and everything," Steve replied. "Of course, you'll still be living next door to the Mayfields. I think Wayne insisted on it."

"Really?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, Susan and Wayne have gotten friendly over the last few months," Steve shrugged.

"How friendly?" Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, he is the one who pulled Susan's head out of her own ass. Her drinking got worse after Max went into the coma. It nearly killed her. I was visiting with Wayne when I decided to go check in on Susan, and we found her unresponsive. When we finally got her sober enough, Wayne gave her quite the talking too," Steve said, and then he deepened his voice to sound like Wayne. "I ain't gonna yell at you, but I am going to tell you God's honest truth. I heard a lot about that husband and stepson of yours to know that you put that little girl through hell. You didn't lift a single finger to stop it. If you die now and that girl wakes up, it's always going to hang over her head that she wasn't enough for you to do better, that she deserved the crap you put her through. You owe it to her now to prove to her that she is enough and that you can do better. I expect you to be clean and waiting by her beside when she wakes up. Don't do it for me, don't do it for you. . .do it for her."

"Damn, that sounds exactly like Uncle Wayne," Eddie said, blinking back tears. "It worked?"

"Yeah, she's even therapy now working on her issues. She's really grateful for Wayne," Steve smiled.

"Good for her, I'm glad it worked on someone's parents," Eddie sighed.

"Yeah, Wayne's the best, I wish my dad was more like him," Steve said.

"Dads can be such assholes. Guess it's not just mine?" Eddie asked, and Steve shook his head. "So, when can I leave here? The food here is just awful. . .company isn't so bad, though."

"Once the doctor clears both you and Max, you guys should be able to go home by this evening," Steve said. "By the way, you are in luck. I'm the one who's going to be taking you home."

"Lucky me. . .so we won, huh?" Eddie asked.

"In more ways than one," Steve grinned.

Once they were ready to leave, Steve wheeled him out to the back of the hospital.

"I guess the protesters are out front," Eddie muttered.

"Something like that," Steve said and wheeled him over to his car.

He helped Eddie out of the wheelchair, catching him around the waist when the metalhead stumbled. They were really close now, their noses practically brushing up against each other's. Steve could feel Eddie's breath against his lips.

"Uh, I'd like to sit down," Eddie said awkwardly.

"Right, right," Steve said.

He cleared his throat and set Eddie in the passenger's seat. He pulled out of the hospital and frowned. For once, the usual people weren't there. Where the hell did they go? Steve got his answer a moment later when he saw them lined up on the sidewalk leaving the hospital. Eddie had to do a double take when he saw them walking down the street.

"What the fuck?! Steve. . .where the hell are we?" Eddie asked.

"We're in Hawkins, dude," Steve replied.

"Um, no the fuck we're not. What did I just see? There's more of them!" Eddie exclaimed as he stuck his head out the window.

"Oh my God! ls that Eddie Munson?!" A girl shrieks, and Eddie freezes. "EDDIE! I LOVE YOU!"

"Oh my God! Steve. She's chasing after the car like a goddamn dog! Steve! She's fucking fast! You tell me where the fuck we actually are right this instant, Steven, because there is no way this is fucking Hawkins! Are you - are you laughing at me? Steve!!" Eddie shrieked.

Steve pulled him down by his belt, and Eddie glared at him as he rolled up the window.

"Okay, so, after you slipped into your coma, the gates closed, and you were cleared of all charges, a lot of people started to leave. Most of them were uptight conservatives, of course. Word started spreading about you and how you were framed for murder. Slowly, it started off with the metalheads coming to town to support one of their own, then came the gays, the lesbians, and the bisexuals as well as a few transgender people. It was enough to kick out more uptight assholes but there are some who are refusing to leave. At first, they protested, but now they're slowly coming to terms with it. It's funny watching them have to sort of adjust to our way of life instead of the other way around," Steve said. "And these people, they all love you, Eddie."

"Our way of life?" Eddie asked.

"Well, for me and Robin, I don't know about you, but she's a lesbian and I'm bisexual," Steve said.

"Yeah, me too," Eddie said softly, and then his eyes widened. "I mean, bisexual, not a lesbian. Not there's anything wrong with being a lesbian but it's not who I am."

"Eddie, I got it," Steve said, laughing.

"So, what? After being nearly swallowed up by hell, Hawkins is a safe place to live now?" Eddie asked. "I woke up expecting to be chased out of my own hometown like they've been trying to do with me my whole life. This is just. . . What the fuck?"

Eddie looked down at his lap, his eyes filling up with tears. Once Steve managed to get away from Eddie's admirers, he pulled off to the side and parked onto the shoulder. He leaned over and pulled Eddie into his arms, hugging him gently. Eddie wrapped his arms around, his hands digging into his back as he cried.

"It's okay, I've got you. You're safe," Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie clung to him as he calmed down. Once the tears stopped and his body was no longer shaking, he pulled away from him. Steve pulled a tissue out of the glove box and gave it to him. Eddie thanked him, and they drove the rest of the way to his house. They finally arrived at Eddie's house. It was in a secluded neighborhood, two houses at the end of the street, and blocked off by trees from the rest of the neighborhood, which meant that Eddie could probably play his music as loud as he wanted to. Although Max might have something to say about it. Eddie's house was a modest one story with white shudders and pale blue walls. The paint was peeling a bit, but overall, the house was nice, and it was a lot better than the trailer.

Eddie started struggling with his seat belt, which was perfect because Dustin's face appeared in the window, and the curtain pulled back. 'Not ready,' he mouthed. Steve sighed. That meant distracting Eddie. Steve grinned. He leaned over and started helping him with his seatbelt. They got it unstuck, but Steve didn't move from his position once the seat belt was removed. His face was rather close to Eddie's.

"There's something that I've been wanting to do since you woke up," Steve said.

"Kill me?!" Eddie yelped.

"What?! No!" Steve laughed. "Close, though."

He captured Eddie's perfectly plump lips with his, kissing him softly. At first, Eddie didn't respond, and Steve was worried that he misread the signals. He started to pull away when suddenly Eddie grabbed him the back of the neck and pulled him back in. Suddenly, his soft kiss had turned into a bruising, desperate kiss. Steve returned it with the same amount of enthusiasm, hand in Eddie's hair. Eddie broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Maybe we should take this inside," Eddie gasped.

"Or maybe we take this to the back seat, and you shackle me with my own handcuffs," Steve said and attached his lips to Eddie's neck.

Eddie groaned as Steve kissed his neck and let out a guttural moan when Steve started nipping at it, his mustache tickling his neck.

"You're killing me, Steve," Eddie said. "I fucking knew you would. Robin?"

Steve broke away and looked at him.

"Okay, I have to say calling me by my best friend's name when I'm trying to put the moves on you is a little weird," Steve said.

"What? No! She's just popped her head out of my new front door, looked at us, rolled her eyes, and went back in. What is going on?" Eddie asked.

"You'll see, come on," Steve said and climbed out of the car before helping Eddie.

"You were distracting me," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I really did want to kiss you," Steve said sheepishly.

They started walking towards when Eddie stopped him.

"You threw me a welcome home party, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

"I might have, for both you and Max," Steve said. "Planned the whole thing while you were sleeping."

Eddie grinned at Steve and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He broke it, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

"This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," Eddie said and paused. "By the way, you're absolutely killing me with that uniform. It should be illegal for anyone to look this good. You're going to have to arrest yourself because, baby, you're breaking quite a few laws."

Steve giggled and kissed him, not caring if anyone else was watching them. They broke apart when they heard Max's front door open. She came out and started walking towards Eddie's house, leaning on her cane. She narrowed her eyes at them, looking much like a bug with her new glasses. Her mother followed behind her.

"Dustin called and said he wanted us to come over," Max said. "He threw us a party, didn't he?"

"I'm not saying anything," Eddie said, and Max rolled her eyes. "It was all Steve!"

"Nice," Steve scoffed.

"Thanks, Steve," Max said softly.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him. She leaned against him and let him help her inside. His free hand wrapped around Eddie's. They all walked into the small but spacious living room where everyone jumped out with noisemakers. Steve, Eddie, and Max jumped. Max stuffed her face into Steve’s side.

"Surprise!" Dustin shrieked. "Welcome home!"

"Oh my god!" Eddie exclaimed. "I am so surprised!"

"Oh, Goddamnit! Steve told you, didn't he?" Dustin exclaimed and Eddie shrugged, grinning.

"He guessed," Steve shrugged.

"This is still pretty nice, Henderson. Thank you all," Eddie said, and he started hugging everyone. "Max is crying, by the way."

"Fuck off!" Max exclaimed.

Steve watched as the party took off, and Eddie mingled with everyone. For the first time in a long time, Steve felt at peace, and he felt safe, especially when he looked at Eddie. . . When he looked at what this town had become. At some point during the mingling, Eddie came over and nestled himself into Steve’s arms. Yeah, everything was perfect.

[hgfictionwriter]

Protector

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie stands up for you and gets you out of an uncomfortable situation. You show her your appreciation in more ways than one.

Warning: Mention of unwanted advances. Nothing graphic or violent at all on that front, but I want to be cautious. Beyond that, very consensual, very explicit smut.

A/N: This is in response to this request.

“I told you I’m not interested.”

You cringed as the guy standing across from you continued to leer at you. You exhaled irritably as you peered around the room in search of Jessie.

You were at a media event with her for the league and though most people were lovely, this guy was ruining your night. The event was in a mixed space, so there were all types here.

Jessie was doing a segment with the team and you were mingling in the meantime, but this guy seemed to keep showing up despite the fact that you made it clear you weren’t here to pick up. And let’s be real, he wouldn’t be your type at all anyway.

“Come on. I’ll buy you a shot. Loosen up a little - it’s a party,” he insisted as he leaned down towards you.

“Hey, everything okay?”

Relief rushed through you as you heard the familiar sound of Jessie’s voice and felt her hand come up behind you to rest on your hip.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Could be better though if you can convince your friend to have a drink with me.” He talked over you with a smirk before locking eyes with you and adding, “I promise I’ll show you a good time.”

You tensed up, ready to snap at him, but was quickly distracted by how Jessie’s hand tightened on you and she pulled you in closer. She took a step forward to stand partially in front of you, serving as a buffer between you and the guy. He towered over her, but she didn’t seem fazed.

“She said she’s not interested. Now, have a good night,” she said calmly, but with a distinct terseness in her voice.

You turned with Jessie, grateful to leave, but his patronizing laugh echoed over the din of the room.

“Oh, now I get why you don’t want to have any fun. But seriously? You think she’s going to show you a better time than me? She looks like she should still be lugging books around campus. When you want to take the training wheels off, come find me.”

You were about to round on him when Jessie beat you to it.

“Maybe if you learned how to listen to what a woman is saying to you instead of talking over her and telling her what she wants, you’d actually find someone,” she said evenly with an underlying sharpness. “Clearly, anything anyone tried to teach you about manners or respect was lost on you.��

He scoffed and she merely smiled at him. “If you’ll excuse us, my girlfriend and I are going to enjoy the rest of our evening in peace. Have a good night.”

“Right,” he said sarcastically before giving you a nod. “Like I said, come find me when you’re ready.”

Jessie tensed up, taking a step forward and holding up a hand. “Don’t speak to her that way. She’s not an object or some prize for you.” She saw him readying a retort and rolled her eyes rather than reacting further. “Come on, this is pointless,” she said softly to you as she began to usher you both away. You halted her briefly, a glint in your eye before you turned to him rather smugly.

“For the record,” you cuddled into Jessie, “your offer was pretty weak. I already get ‘fuck you through the mattress, back to back orgasms that leave you hardly able to walk’ kind of sex, so,” you looked him up and down, “I already know I’ll be having a good time tonight.” You gave a facetious wave. “Bye, now.”

This time you let Jessie usher you away and you went deep into the crowd, leaving him behind.

“Geez, you didn’t have to say all that,” Jessie mumbled, her cheeks tinged pink as her gaze flit about. “I mean, he was a total fucking jerk, but wow.”

“But babe,” you drew out the nickname, “it was too hard to resist.” You leaned in with a flirty smirk. “And it’s not like it’s untrue.”

Normally, Jessie would banter and reciprocate, but from the expression on her face she was not ready to joke.

“Are you okay?” She asked, concern clear on her face as she looked you over. You kissed her.

“I’m totally fine. Thanks to you.” You gave her a wink.

She rolled her eyes a bit but gave you a faint smile. “I know you can handle yourself, but I’m glad I could be of service.” A moment passed and she sighed, her features falling into a glower as she looked away. “God. What a jerk. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You frowned and shook your head in mild disbelief. “You don’t need to be sorry.”

Jessie exhaled. “I should’ve shut him down faster.” Her gaze flicked over to you before dropping to the floor. “I probably should’ve just told him to fuck off.”

You frowned in deeper confusion. “What do you mean? You handled it perfectly,” you assured her as you leaned in to try and capture her gaze. She didn’t respond audibly and just offered you a nod. You could clearly see that she was in her head and making assumptions about things she shouldn’t worry about. You stepped fully in front of her and placed your hands gently on her cheeks, encouraging her to look up at you. When she did, you spoke.

“Hey. You did everything I needed and wanted you to do. If you think I want to be with someone who’s going to get all aggro and start a fight, you’re way off base.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “If I wanted that I might as well be with that douchbag.” You nodded over her shoulder. “But I’m not. I fell in love with you because you’re kind and you’re loving and so many other wonderful things. And you’re strong when you need to be and you did just that. You saw I was uncomfortable and you not only got me out of there - no brawls or escalation - but you did that all while standing up for me, too. That’s exactly what I needed from you. I love you, Jessie. I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

Her frown faded and her expression softened, her shoulders visibly relaxing as well.

“You’re my sexy, sweet, smart girlfriend who also protects me and keeps me safe in all the ways I need,” you told her lovingly.

“Thank you,” she relented.

“Thank you,” you returned as you leaned in to give her a soft peck on the lips. She smiled into the kiss. When you pulled back she had a sweet, crooked smile on her face.

“I know you didn’t want him to get you a drink, but can I get you one?” She offered, tilting her chin up just so in the most adorable way. You kissed her again.

“Anytime.”

That evening when you two arrived back at your apartment, Jessie took your jacket and hung it up for you before coming back to you and wrapping her arms around you.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I’m really sorry you had to deal with that tonight,” she said as she searched your eyes for any indication that you were belatedly rattled or upset.

“Baby,” you kissed her, “you took great care of me. It’s okay. And I always know you’re there for me. You always make me feel safe.”

She inhaled, seeming to contemplate your answer, but nodded her acceptance.

“Okay. I love you,” she said with a kiss before resting her forehead against yours. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“I’m not worried, my love,” you told her as you cupped her face and kissed her again. You leaned in again to kiss her a bit deeper. “I’m so lucky to be loved by you.” You felt her smile into the kiss as she returned it.

“Mm,” she disagreed. “I’m the lucky one.”

You pulled back, your hands now resting on her chest as you gave her a warm, but chiding look. Instead of refuting, you leaned your head down and began to softly kiss her neck. You bit back a smile as you felt her shiver.

“Did I tell you how good you look in this shirt?” Your words punctuated by kisses, idly noting how her fingers tightened on you and relaxed in time.

Jessie let out a shaky laugh. “You may have.” She subconsciously tilted her head a touch to open herself up and give you more room. You nipped at the sensitive skin there before soothing it with a lingering kiss.

“Well, what can I say? You just look that good.” You pulled back to examine her, pleased with the now hazy look in her eyes. “I can hardly believe you’re all mine.”

You closed the space between you, capturing her lips once more, harder this time as you began pushing her back towards the couch in your living room. You pushed her down onto the cushions and straddled her legs, never once breaking your kiss.

This position, coupled with her strong hands on your back and the way she leaned up to kiss you caused heat to start pooling between your legs. She hadn’t even done anything and a small moan escaped your mouth into hers. Sometimes just the mere thought of her did that to you.

You reached down and started to unbutton her shirt. She allowed you to do so as she reached up the back of your shirt to unclasp your bra with a single hand with ease. You smirked as you leaned back, supported by her as you took off your shirt and bra.

“You’re such a stud sometimes,” you teased at the proud grin on her face and the brightness in her eyes. She didn’t respond and instead leaned in and began kissing your neck as her hands roamed your back and chest. You instinctively began slowly riding against her lap at her ministrations and your hands went through her hair.

“You are so gorgeous,” she said as she continued to adore you.

She reached down and started to undo your pants, but your reached down gently to stop her. You smiled at her, already knowing the concerned look she’d be giving you before you even opened your eyes.

You cupped her face again and leaned down to kiss her deeply. You then broke away and began to get off of her all the while kissing down her neck and body.

“This is about you tonight,” you told her tenderly.

“Babe…,” she trailed off, somewhere between a question and statement.

Jessie was a giver. She went down on you, fucked you, whatever you needed. She loved pleasing you and she swore repeatedly that her getting to take you to those heights was satisfaction enough for her and she didn’t need more. But, you also knew that she still enjoyed being on the receiving end as well. Admittedly, it happened less, and Jessie never seemed dissatisfied or complained, but truly how could you not want to please her too?

“It’s your turn to lay back and relax,” you assured her as you trailed your tongue down the subtle definition of her abs. She twitched under your touch. “Let me take care of you the way you always take such good care of me.”

You dragged your nails lightly down her sides as you began to kneel in front of her.

“You’re the only one in this world for me,” you told her with quiet resolution as you undid her pants. She watched you, gaze steady, as she lifted her hips and you began to push the clothing down her muscular legs. You bit your lip as you removed the last of her clothes and took in the sight of her, settling yourself between her legs.

A pent up sigh escaped her as you began kissing up her firm thighs. You noted how her hands began to clutch and release the cushions as you took your time making your way up her legs.

“You were so sexy tonight. The way you stood up for me. I wanted to get down on my knees for you right then and there.”

Jessie let out a soft groan and you saw her bite down on her lip as she continued to watch you. Her breathing grew deeper in anticipation, her shoulders now visibly rising and falling.

You reached under her legs, giving them a single appreciative squeeze before you interlaced your fingers with hers. She immediately began to caress the back of your hand with her thumb. You looked up at her one more time.

“Why would I ever want anyone else?”

You moved in, your eyes fluttering shut as her taste was immediately on your tongue. You moaned at how wet she already was and began slowly lapping up the juices that dripped from her. You didn’t want to rush.

Right here, on your knees in front of this gorgeous, incredible woman, some primal part of your brain always took over. You wanted to make her feel so good. She deserved it. And it was a privilege for you to be here, face between her legs and able to do just that - let her know how much you wanted her, desired her, and to make her come undone. She really was the only one for you.

“Fuck,” Jessie cursed in a shuddering breath and you glanced up to see her toss her head back against the couch. Her hips lifted up as you licked up and down her folds, the unintentional strength behind her movement nearly disengaging you, but you leaned in, making sure to stay with her and now latching onto her clit.

Another soft groan worked its way up her throat and she gripped your hands so tightly it nearly hurt, but it did nothing but spur you on.

You took your time. Your head spun with arousal as Jessie just grew wetter and wetter; more for you to enjoy. You continued to eat her out, exploring her, appreciating her, and loving every moment of it. You moaned in appreciation as she writhed on the couch under your touch and mewled softly as you pleasured her. Seeing her like this was going to push you to the edge in no time.

“I love you so much,” Jessie panted, nails digging into the back of your hands.

You moaned in returned and unlaced your fingers from one of her hands. You turned your attention fully to her throbbing clit, closing your lips around it, flicking and sucking it to draw out more from her. You then traced your fingers around her sopping entrance and when ready you slid a finger inside, curling it upwards. A cry escaped her and her hips lifted off the couch to chase your touch. You smiled into her and added another finger before encouraging her to settle back down on the couch.

Soon, her cries and moans were filling the room as you pumped into her. You groaned as her hand came to rest on the back of your head. Her touch was light and tentative and you broke away momentarily to speak.

“Go ahead, baby,” you urged. “I’m all yours.”

She grunted, eyes still closed as her head rolled against the top of the couch. With your approval, her fingers dug into your hair and she began to rock her hips up into your mouth and fingers.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you had to say before quickly returning to the task at hand. You knew you were dripping wet. With Jessie’s arousal all over you, your fingers, the way she was grinding herself into your face, the sounds she was making - how could you not be?

Jessie’s grunts filled your ears and you felt her thighs flexing around you, her fingers gripping your hair tighter. You knew what was next.

“Y/N. I’m gonna cum,” she panted. “Please don’t stop.”

There was no way you’d stop now. You kept your ministrations steady despite how her hips began to buck against you and grow erratic. It wasn’t long before a loud moan fell from her lips and her movements stilled, her entire body tensing up for a few prolonged seconds before all of the tension just melted from her body and she fell back into the couch with now slow and lingering movements as you helped her come down off her orgasm.

She released your hair and you looked up to see her place her hands upon her face. You could see the deep red of her cheeks and the sheen of sweat on her brow through her fingers.

“Oh my god,” she said, her voice muffled. You quickly wiped your face, but waited until she came to and looked down at you before slowly licking her arousal off of your fingers. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her lip hard.

“Fucking hell,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

You kissed her thighs before you lifted yourself up and cuddled in next to her on the couch. She was so spent she could hardly put her arm around you. You kissed her cheek.

“You’re the best,” you told her. You chuckled lightly at the slow side eye she gave you.

“Yeah. I’m the best,” she said dryly as she let her head fall back against the couch again. You kissed her once more and she let out a tired sigh before shifting to rest her head against yours. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You snickered a bit and leaned forward to catch her eye and kiss her on the lips. She often worried that she was being too rough with you. “Of course not. It was fucking hot.” You ran a hand along her leg. “You know I think it’s so sexy when you get like that and when you lose control.”

She blushed. “Okay.” She cleared her throat, a cocky smirk on her face now. “Well, if this is the reward I get for chasing away losers at a bar…count me in.”

You kissed her slowly, your hand still tracing along her leg. “Well, the night’s not over yet.”

[cheezeybread]

got a fun little request. picture Yuu doing a taste test for Trey for the next unbirthday party. Only... Floyd hears about it and decides to make it a cooking contest with Yuu as a judge. He wants to impress Yuu and show them he can totally do baked goods just as good as Trey. Azul meanwhile probably sees this as a chance to promote the lounge so dollar signs and promotion for him. up to you who wins the contest.

Hey, hey, let him cook!

-Yuu when Floyd shows up to try and make it a competition

This is all written as platonic, although it'd probably be easy to imagine it as romantic heheh

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"Heeeeey, you don't happen to be craving some extra sweets this week, do ya? :)"

The text from Trey caught you completely off guard, especially since he hadn't texted you in well over two weeks...

Almost as if he could sense your confusion, Trey sent multiple texts in a row after that first one, giving you more information about the upcoming unbirthday party and how he was preparing some new desserts and needed someone to test them out before he served them to Riddle and the other Heartslabyul members. Of course, you accepted.

Who knows how (probably Ace, on second thought) Floyd caught wind of this happening, but as soon as he did? Hoooo boy, it was ON!

Floyd gets into strange moods sometimes, and sometimes those moods go into a sort of overzealous competition (unfortunately for the basketball team, that competitive mood never comes around during plays-). This was one of those times.

He approached you after class, presenting you with a terribly-drawn...poster, of sorts? It was pretty much just a page he had colored to look like an appealing advertisement for a "bake-off" between him and Trey for later that afternoon. It even included little stick figures of Floyd and Jade roasting Trey over a spit like a pig, and you with hearts in your eyes as you held out a blue ribbon to Floyd....Oh, yeah, this was definitely made by the eel.

Despite receiving Floyd's "official invitation", you had to go by Octavinelle to see what all the hubbub was about. Mostro Lounge was decorated to the nines, with crepe paper dangling from the ceiling, various posters of Floyd and Trey posing with their own creations, and more hand-drawn posters of Floyd beating Trey (either literally or otherwise-). Azul was absolutely mad with power (when is he ever not?) and was running around the place barking out orders, obviously too busy to talk to you, so you had to hunt down Jade, who graciously explained the situation.

Floyd was challenging Trey to a competition to see who could make the best desserts, summed up. The winner would receive a glamorous prize that was mysteriously being kept a secret for now. The judge? You!

Since you didn't entirely have a choice in whether to participate or not, you groaned inwardly and allowed Jade to pull you aside as he spoke about needing you to "look the part" for a cooking judge. Bam! He pulled out a very glamorous outfit from nowhere, along with a decorative apron that had your name embroidered on it...which led you to wonder how long Floyd had been planning this all out?

But that's not a question for you to worry your pretty little head about! Onto the contest!

Trey begrudgingly accepted the baking challenge, only really agreeing after hearing whatever this "prize" was. Or, at least, that's what you overheard from the massive crowd of students who gathered into the Mostro Lounge to watch the challenge proceed (of course, they still had to pay tickets to come as well as for their meals and drinks!)

You still weren't even sure of what was going on, only that you were seated in a fancy chair on a pedestal with a small table in front of you.

Heck, all you could do was watch as Trey and Floyd stood at their separate areas, baking with such fervor that you'd think they were fighting for their lives. batter was flying everywhere, the crowd was getting splattered with ingredients, and Azul stood to the side with Jade, practically having Thaumark-signs in his eyes.

In the end, Floyd brought up to you a very beautifully-made parfait, and Trey brought a regal, multi-layered cake. You took a bite of each, still not taking this whole contest very seriously.

"I think....Trey wins," You said with a confident smile "Your cake was very good, and uh...stuff."

"What???" Floyd yelled out, putting his hands on his head in dismay while Trey wiped off his apron with a satisfied grim "Why didn't I win???"

All you could do was shrug and hold back a laugh "I don't like parfaits...plus, that gummy shark you tossed in there with all the strawberry jam around it really threw me off."

As Floyd stormed off and began to break almost everything in the lounge, ranging from students to chairs to appliances, Trey looked up to you with his usual charming look.

"So, my prize?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, about that," You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly "I literally only just learned about this whole contest an hour ago when Floyd gave me the paper, and I'm still in shock that all this was put together and played out in that time....but yeah, no one ever told me what this prize was."

"Aha!" He chuckled "It's a day with you, Prefect!"

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[barleyo]

Your requests are open... you've put the words "Corrupt Cop Daichi" in my brain... Imagine you're just like. Driving on the highway and you're not even speeding but somehow he knows what you look like so he pulls you over because you're a cutie patootie... Dubious consent follows... Daichi in a cop uniform... Reader bent over the backseat of the cop car, door open, fully visible from the road but not caring because CoP dAiChI? AHHhhhhHH? (Idek if this counts as corrupt but cop daichi is cop daichi you know)

It's 9:30 in the morning but it's never too early for Cop Daichi argargargargargarg

Mr. Officer.

Cop! Daichi Sawamura X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: CORRUPT COP DAICHI IS MY EVERYTHING!!! Ugh dirty nasty cops who abuse their power :3 I wanted to make him mean, but my sweet, sweet Daichi could never be mean to a pretty girl... he still gets crazy with power though!

Tags: power play/imbalance, alcohol mention, small age gap (18—23), dub-con, p in v, quickies, coercion n all that good stuff :3

Wordcount: 900-ish

God, you were lucky that you were pretty, because you certainly weren't smart or slick. Daichi knew college kids were stupid, always doing risky stuff for the hell of it, but really? You were too drunk to walk in a straight line, let alone to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. 

He couldn't help but feel the pang of interest he felt when he got a good look at you after pulling you over. With the way you were driving, he was certain you'd be a blind old lady, but no. Just a college cutie. Damn it, it was hard to be stern with those. 

"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, trite words second nature to him by now. 

If you googled the definition of the word "wasted," your face in that moment would be the illustration accompanying it. 

Your face was red and warmed, no doubt tinted by all the cheap liquor you threw back at whatever frat party you came from. Eyes lazy and half-lidded. Hiccups and inconsolable giggles.

"No," you said, drunken euphoria flooding through your system. "I'm sorry, Mr. Problem, is there an officer?"

"Jesus Christ."

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what to do with you. On one hand, it was his job to take you into the station, take your name down, and rat on you to your parents. Maybe scare you straight with a few nights in a holding cell.

On the other, well, you were a sweet little thing. Drunk and stupid as you may have been, he didn't have the heart to haul you away like a criminal. Girls with pretty faces aren't meant for life behind bars, even if only for a couple of hours. 

"C'mon, let's get you out of here. Step out of the vehicle, please," he ordered weakly, still conflicted. 

You complied, of course, stepping out and stumbling, falling forward. He caught you, letting you hold onto his forearms during your spell of dizziness. 

You stayed in his arms, drunkenly fiddling with the walkie talkie strapped to his shirt while you prattled off whined and pleas.

"Am I in trouble?" you asked while running a hand over his arms. "You're not gonna be a 'cop' about this whole thing, are you?"

He held back a snort, peering down at you. He made no effort to get you off of him, in fact, he rather liked the way you were feeling up on him. His nightly patrol was getting a little boring, and he usually had to deal with violent, dumb-as-hell college guys who drove drunk.

Cute, touchy, drunk, dumb-as-hell college girls were the easier route by far.

"Kinda my job, hon," he replied, struggling to keep a stern tone. "How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"Nothing, I swear," you slurred, shaking your head at him in defense. "Totally sober! Promise!"

Bullshit.

"Yeah, right. 'Nothing' meaning every drink handed to you, I assume?"

"Okay, maybe, but I can drive fine!"

"You almost served into a tree earlier," he deadpanned, placing his hands on your shoulders with an unamused look. 

You giggled right in his face, pressing your warm face against his chest. 

"You're funny."

What the hell was he supposed to do with you now?!

Once he clicked his bodycam off, he knew he was going to give in. He was only a man, and men are weak. Something about you, how easily the situation was playing out— it was too tempting. It almost felt like a set-up, or maybe that was just his guilt and paranoia acting up.

He wasn't alone in this, his buddies in the force pulled sly shit like this all the time. No harm, no foul, right? You get off scot-free and he gets a little something in return. 

Everyone's happy. 

You definitely sounded happy, squeals and moans falling from your mouth while he bent you over the hood of your car. 

He knew he was wrong for this. He didn't care. It was dark out, chances of someone catching him low. Besides, it was hard to focus on anything other than the wet, warm hole clenching over him. 

"Lower your volume," he warned, pace unsteady and sharp. The hand he had wrapped over one of your thighs tightened its grip, warning you. "You want someone to see you like this?"

He could see the back of your head shake 'no,' and could hear your moans start to muffle themselves with a bite of your bottom lip. 

"Awh, didn't mean t'shut you up," his voice was softer, hand running over your hip apologetically. "Lemme hear you, jus' don't get too loud."

He was already sloppy with how he was fucking you, but when he heard the pathetic cry that you let out, his body was inconsolable. He wasn't in control anymore, he just let himself be led by pure lust. 

He pressed a shaking hand on your lower back, deepening your arch for him. He bullied your cervix's tip, acutely aware of how sensitive it was. This was far deeper than any guy had ever reached for you, way deeper. 

An intense flush of pleasure ran over you while you came. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the risk of it all, or maybe just the hot officer doing it to you, but your orgasm felt much stronger than you had felt any other time. The feeling of his cum landing on your ass and the sound of his deep groans were just the cherry on top of it all. 

[rafesbunny]

just a friend- rc 🎀

where r and rafe are childhood friends, but will that all change?

it was finally friday, and you could relax and forget about the the tiresome week you just had. sarah, your best friend, said that after school you could go hang out round her pool with your mom before you two had to go out. you and your mom didn’t have the best relationship, everything she said seemed to have some snarky attitude to it and her compliments were always backhanded, but either way ever since you were little you two would go to the theatre every week to watch whatever was on. you loved the theatre it was a place to escape from your life and the opportunity to get sucked into someone’s else’s reality. it was a bit ironic that you would go to your place to escape from your mom with your mom, but it didn’t matter who you were with, as long as you were at the theatre. not too long after you had arrived your sister, scarlett and her friend , the older cameron daughter, sophie, arrived, and you took off your clothes, revealing your sweet little red bikini. you always have cherished your relationship with your sister, despite the five year age gap she was your best friend. you felt like a child again, playing mermaids, splashing each other and gossiping with a drink in your hand around the pool.

as you got out and dried yourself off, slipping back into your shorts and oversized tee, a giggly wheezie came out attacking you, scarlett and sophie with a water gun, getting you drenched again. and trailing behind her and scolding her was rose who was also bringing over a plate of juicy, colourful fruit over, “i’m so sorry girls” she apologised, but you just laughed and dismissed her with a shake of your head, how could you ever stay mad at wheez? as you continued talking to your sister and her friend, and rose caught up with your mom, she exclaimed to everyone, “you guys come for the annual celebration tonight! it will be lots of fun, plus it’s not too dressy so you could borrow something from the girls,” she said to you and scarlett, and to your mom, “and i can give you something of mine” your eyes lit up, you’ve always wanted to go to the cameron’s annual party but your mom never allowed you to go. you’ve heard about how amazing it was from whispers in the hall way and from peoples stories on snapchat and instagram: they would have heaps of food, from every cuisine you could think of; games and competitions, that were silly but everyone wanted to win; music blasting through the speaker, whether that be from a delicately made playlist throughout the years or from a live band; and an open bar that would serve everyone. “maybe, we’ve got plans” your mom said coldly, you looked at her pleadingly but she just ignored your attempts to get her to change her mind.

finally sarah, had arrived home and came into the garden. you two have always been friends ever since you were little girls learning their abc’s, even when you two grew up, you had stayed in the same friendship group. your other friends were a lot more like sarah, they were bubbly and outgoing and adventurous, and you were still bubbly but in bigger groups you were more reserved and kept to yourself, this meant that you never really went out with them outside of school, much preferring the solidarity of your room. as she got down to the pool she stripped off her clothes revealing her bathing suit, she also brought up the grand event happening later, “you guys should totally stay, it will be the best time. you’ve never come before so it will be even better as it’s your first time”. you girls slipped back into the pool and as you swam to the middle of it you whispered, “yeah just gotta convince my mom, y’know how she is” sarah understood, she’d known how yours and your moms relationship has been for years now so she gave you a sympathetic smile. you’d been doing gentle, slow laps of the pool for nearly an hour now when you decided to get out and dry off, the stage for later was being set up and caterers were making their way in and out of garden. even though you probably wouldn’t be staying, you and your sister decided to help set up. as you and sarah were doing some finishing touches, rafe walked out in those beige kook shorts he always sported and a lose white linen button up, he gave you a nod of acknowledgment and made his way over to rose to see what he needed to do before guests started to arrive. you, sarah and rafe used to be a little trio when you were younger, always going out together, if it was to the beach, the zoo or just to the park, you were always together. every weekend you would all have a sleepover and during the summer it was practically nearly everyday, and during the day, if you were busy at a family event, they would also be invited and vise vera. you were inseparable. but as you grew older you drifted away from rafe, he started to hang out with his own friends more, he wouldn’t hang out with you and sarah as much, he only would if you were at Tannyhill and he wasn’t busy. there was no bad blood or any argument that happened, you guys just simply grew up. but even with that the whole of the island knew not to mess with rafes girls- his sisters, and you.

slowly guests start arriving, it was mainly younger couples with children, as they couldn’t stay until too late they just showed up early to make the most of it. Sarah grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stage which had five chairs with a deflated balloon on each, sarah was too your left and rafe was to your right. you looked rafe and then went to look back at Sarah but she was gone, rafe saw your puzzled expression and pointed at the stage and there sarah was with a mic in her hand. “what is going on?” you asked rafe in bewilderment. “basically every year we host the same competion. it’s only silly but everyone loves it. five people from an age range- so these ones coming on will be like ten years old, and the next will be like teenagers and so on- and out of these age groups they have to blow up a balloon and whoever pops it first wins out of that age group. then out of the end of the night all the winners from different age ranges compete against each other for the ultimate winner. it’s stupid but everyone has fun” you laughed softy at the stupidity of it all but you loved it, you wished you could stay longer, “you think i could win?” “doubt you would win against me” “is that a challenge mr cameron?” “maybe it is” you two bantered back and forth. as sarah was explaining the rules to the children, through the mic, your mom was talking obnoxiously loud from where she lounged on the sun bed next to rose. out of the corner of your eye you could see rafe turning his head quickly to look at her, clearly getting agitated. you knew he was stressed because no matter how silly this was all, he hated seeing people disrespect the effort his family had gone through to set this up, he also knew how mad ward could get at this too and didn’t want to deal with that later. you just about heard him murmur , “oh my god just shut up” as he ran his hand down his face and turned the top half of his body to glare down at your mom. with your best efforts, you pushed rafes shoulder so he was back to looking at the stage and said to him, “just tune her out and ignore her, y’know that’s what i do” with a playful smile on your face. chuckling at your lighthearted joke, he put his arm around your shoulders bringing you into the side of his chest as you watched the group of tots try to blow up a balloon. after it was done, sarah got off the stage and made her way back over to everyone else gleaming, she always managed to bring the light into any room. as you stood around talking another one of your friends showed up, grace, she embraced you in a big hug causing you to detach from rafes hold. your conversation got onto the topic of an upcoming party, it was this girl in your english class birthday soon and she was hosting a house party with nearly everyone from your year and other people from outside the island, and afterwards instead of everyone going home you’d camp on her fields she had attached to her house. you weren’t really that close with her, the only conversations you had was when you sat next to her in english, but she was a sweet girl so you were you to go and celebrate her big day with her. plus who were you to say no to a party! this obviously sparked something in sarah as she once again grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where rose was sun bathing, “rose y/n is going to that party in a few weeks!” this was her way of subtly asking rose again if she could go, you have always been the person who your friends parents trusted the most so you were used to people telling their parents you were going to something so that they could go. “well then i guess you two could go together” sarah squeezed your hand out of excitement she could now go and she carried on rambling about the event. this physical touch made you realise rafe wasn’t here now with you guys, the thought of that made your heart ache. why though? he was just a friend.

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The Jagerfrät, Part 2: Lunch and Learn

Modern day AU Agatha goes to Mechanicsburg University and discovers another part of her family legacy: The Jägerfrat. After rescuing/being discovered by three of the fraternity members, they buy her lunch, and Dimo gives her an impromptu history lesson.

Chapter 1 | AO3 Link

It was technically Theta Phi Theta Fraternity, but they were known to one and all as the Jägerfrat. It was the oldest fraternity in the country, and probably the most notorious. They were popular on Mechanicsburg University grounds, and absolutely nowhere else. On their own, they were a troublemaking rabble, known for drinking bars dry, picking fights, and tipping poorly.

But when a Heterodyne arrived…

Agatha had heard the stories. They’d burned a bar down. They’d terrorized every university within driving distance with “pranks” that usually resulted in real bodily harm and property damage in the thousands - minimum. They were the reason the Galați Goats no longer had a live animal mascot.

Every Heterodyne who had ever gone to Mechanicsburg University (which was all of them) had been a member.

Except for the last two.

“I mean, I wasn’t there, but we’re big on like, oral history and shit, y’know, so I know how it went down. It was like...everybody can’t like everybody, but the dudes didn’t even want to know us, y’know? We were embarrassing to them.”

Dimo had won the most emotionally charged game of rock-paper scissors Agatha had ever seen, and therefore was the one who got to ride with Agatha and give directions to a place that served ‘the most dope-ass sandwiches you ever ate in your life, no joke’. He sat slouched in the seat with his knees pressed against the dashboard, twirling his baseball cap on his finger. With each revolution, the enamel snarling demon face pinned to the brim caught the sunlight in a brief flash of gold.

“They made everybody tone it way, wayyy down. No more ragers, no more raids, no more anything . And the frat was not happy about it—I heard one guy straight up tried to knife them.”

“ What?”

“Yeah! Got expelled and everything, it was wild. The house heads burned his name off the wall with a fuckin’ blowtorch.”

Agatha knew why Uncle Barry had never told her stories about things he and his brother had done, but...maybe he could have squeezed in a few? Dropped casual hints? Something to prepare her for the inevitable reveal, the day she would have to face her legacy.

“If everyone was so unhappy about it, why did they do it?”

Dimo looked blank.

“Do what?”

“My father and Uncle Barry didn’t even join the fraternity; what authority did they have to tell the Jägers how to run it?”

“They were the Heterodynes,” Dimo said.

“But they weren’t in the fraternity.”

“But they were the Heterodynes,” Dimo said again. Suddenly he grinned and sat up, jamming his hat back on his head. “Turn here! This is it!”

“ This is the place?” Agatha exclaimed. Despite her trepidation, she obeyed the instruction and pulled into the parking lot of what she had assumed was an abandoned shack left over from a horror movie set.

Twenty minutes later, she was sitting on a half-rotten picnic table and staring down, wide eyed, at the perfectly pressed ham and cheese panini she had just tentatively bitten into.

“This is...the best thing I have ever tasted in my life,” she marveled.

“Told you, bro!” Maxim said. Beside him, Oggie managed to shove half a triple-decker club sandwich into his mouth in one bite.

“The guy who runs it used to be in the frat, sorta, so we get free sodas,” Dimo said.

“Also his granddaughter is smokin’ hot and totally into me,” Maxim said, preening.

“She is so not,” Oggie said.

“How the fuck would you know?” Maxim demanded.

“Cause you flirted with her and she hit you with a side of meat.”

“That was an accident, and she gave me her number after,” Maxim said, glaring.

“How can you sorta be in a fraternity?” Agatha asked, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“You hang around the house and help out with the parties, but you don’t do any of the pledging or drink the Jägerdraught.”

Agatha’s brow furrowed.

“Drink the what?”

The three boys glanced at each other, and Agatha sighed.

“I know very little about what my family used to do,” she said. “Outside of rumor and what I got off of the internet, I know almost nothing. Uncle Barry never liked to talk about it. He and my father worked hard to distance themselves from all of it, and he tried to do the same for--to me. You said they were embarrassed about it, I'm starting to think they were ashamed of it."

“Are you?” Dimo asked.

The table went quiet. The three Jägers were staring at her with startlingly solemn expressions. They didn’t know it, but it was a question that Agatha had been considering for a while now. Even not counting the college shenanigans, her family had been responsible for shady business deals, violent corporate take overs, and more tax fraud than you could shake a stick at.

But when she’d visited Mechanicsburg University last spring, she’d found herself drawn to it in a way she couldn’t quite name.

“I still have to go sign in and get my dorm keys,” she said, “but I’d like to see the fraternity house when I’m done.”

Their eyes lit up, and there was as much relief as excitement, but before a word could be said, a shadow fell over the table.

“ Where the hell have you idiots been?”

The girl standing over them was a few years older than Agatha. She had flaxen-blonde hair that was almost white, and furious brown eyes that bored into each young man in turn. Agatha could see the sunburn on her cheeks, despite the large sunhat on her head. Which—Agatha almost couldn’t believe her eyes—had a Jäger symbol pinned to the purple ribbon on the top.

“Jenka!” Maxim cried, winningly. Oggie let out an oof as a shaggy brown head the size of a toddler shoved itself over his shoulder, black eyes fixed on Oggie’s sandwich.

“Ayy, Füst, my man!” Oggie said with delight, and pulled out a slice of chicken for the dog.

“Why are none of you assholes answering your phones, where the fuck is my car, and who the hell is this?”

The three boys grinned broadly.

“This,” Dimo said, and Oggie and Maxim drummed their hands on the table in a drum roll. “Is Agatha. Heterodyne.”

“Tadaaaa!”

[kelklown]

Guys, i wanted to share this Wattpad fanfic i read a long time ago, the original is in Spanish so i transtalted it 😭‼️ i’ll put the credits later, i don’t remember the name of the person who wrote this. Btw-..sorry if the translation is wrong or weird. (I used translator bc I’m at school so yeah, I’ll edit the errors later)

Fanfic by: Rinkataku on Wattpad

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Strawberry - Genderbend Beavhead

On a particularly imperfect Highland night, where cicadas were singing in search of a mate and the heat of the day was calmed by the winds of their arid region, another pair of young people sat on the sidewalk of a large fenced yard. The house, tacky like few others, had been given by one of the least acclaimed boys in school, Stewart Stevenson, who took care of her after her parents' business trip. Taking advantage of the absence and given his desperation to break the stereotype of the nerdy chubby person, he agreed to have a totally free party at his house. Free from control, his nerdy friends and security, of course.

However, he invited the only pair of students who noticed his presence so far and broke the mold of the status quo, Beavery and Assgirl. Both seemed to be indifferent to the rest of the school, so the boy considered it a gesture of kindness that would later be rewarded... He still hoped that Beav would notice. Unfortunately, she seemed to be too busy watching other kids, eating, or just laughing at whatever idiotic things were happening. Obviously she had time for anything but him.

The boy, heartbroken, came out for air, finding the girl sitting next to her friend, ending up irritating him. Did they never separate for even a second? Clenching his fists, he turned around and tried to continue with what he did: serve others in an attempt to be recognized.

—Hey, look at it, there it goes. Tremendous idiot, huhuhu

-one of the girls muttered in a meek voice, drawing the attention of the other girl.

-Shit! Shall we do two out of three?

They had bet a milkshake from the self-service to find Stewart first, because being short and plump it was very funny to see him running around the house to lick the soles of all his companions. Assgirl looked back at her friend, laughing.

-Uhh, no.

Beavery's grimace of discontent appeared, being replaced after a while by another broad smile. She relaxed her posture and made clear her intention to stay sitting right there, raising her little blue eyes to the sky half orange due to light pollution.

She frowned, thinking, and decided to change the subject drastically: "Tonight sucks, huh." More than normal.

—Wow! Wait, you're right. —The brunette, instead of looking at the sky, stared at the curvature of Beav's nose, tucking a lock of hair behind her own ear.

We came here, they don't offer us anything, and we don't get to drink alcohol or do anything fun.

—Hehe, I don't even remember why we got ready and dressed well if we were just coming to stupid Stewart's house! -With notable annoyance, she passed a hand over her lips, removing the lipstick that she had so primitively applied, leaving part of her palm fuchsia.

—I shouldn't have listened to you. -She pretended not to have been the one with the idea, but waited for the opposite to get up. Let's get out of this pigsty...Beavery?

There was no case. The girl with blonde curls was immersed in pleasant amazement, stopping to smell the lipstick she had in her hand. Her gaze shone with that flash of childhood that she occasionally let out, giving her friend a reason to stay and wait for her.

-Assgirl, Assgirl! The lipstick smells like strawberry.

I didn't just slap her because...

—Let's see, huhu.

...She also hadn't realized they bought one of those flavored lipsticks.

She held out his palm with the fuchsia mark and watched as the woman hid a smile when she appreciated that sweet aroma. Without adding anything for the moment, both girls stood up from the sidewalk and dodged anyone on their way to the exit. The dawn broke through with a cooler breeze, typical of a night of disappointments like that. However, Beavery's discovery had her shamelessly sniffing her own hand, as if it were glued to her face, hiding the mess she had made on her cheeks when she smudged her lipstick.

From time to time, they both laughed at some joke on their way home.

—Can you imagine a dead body tasted one? -

The blonde asked after a brief silence.

—Huhu, no, one that tastes like shit would be better.

And that alone was enough to keep them entertained without other distractions until they reached the door. Upon entering, the first thing they did was take off their shoes and settle into the couch; With the sweltering summer it was impossible for them to sleep in Assgirl's room, since the garbage under the bed filled the atmosphere with stench. At that time there was little or nothing on the television programming, so they decided to leave a channel where reruns of Jackass were playing in the background to sleep.

The blonde raised her legs and curled up on the couch, facing her partner. She watched her carefully, like someone silently asking for something. Assgirl was about to take off her bra under her shirt, as she usually did, but the opposite inquisitive look left her inhibited for a moment. She pretended to be distracted and crossed her legs, almost breaking out in a cold sweat. When she decided to speak, confronting her friend became impossible; She had come closer until she occupied a large part of the couch.

-What are you--!

—Can I taste your lips?

The brunette sank into the corner, red as a tomato, trembling. And the reaction generated a blush in the opponent that mixed with the pink that remained on her cheeks. Beavery's spontaneity used to be a deadly weapon that she didn't even control. They gave a second of truce while Assgirl took a breath.

-What..?

—Your lips. I want to know if they taste like strawberries. -She dropped to her knees so as not to invade the opponent's personal space so much, relaxing his expression. Don't you?

In fact, it was something that she asked herself in her subconscious as well, and when the mystery came to the surface it ended up turning her face red. She wanted to say no, but if they started to discuss it they couldn't sleep on the same couch without punching and kicking each other first.

—Did you manage to drink beer and not tell me?

Huhu...

The laughter was contagious, but she shook her head, between his typical knowing glances that at that moment seemed to take on other dimensions. In one of the few contacts.

Directly, both pairs of eyes seemed to articulate the same doubt: Would kissing automatically make them lesbians?

—Just a peak. —She lowered the bet considerably, as long as he accepted. Or are you, hehe, a coward?

That last question did seem necessary, because when Beavery asked it for the first time in so long, it lit that fuse of provocation that existed in both hollow leaders. Still red with anger and shame, Assgirl grabbed her friend's cheeks to pull her to her face, as close as her pride would allow, hoping that her opponent would do the same and disappear from her sight. She, just as nervous or perhaps more, worked to extinguish the little distance that remained between both lips, until she captured the other's lips.

However, it was not enough to feel any flavor, just the warmth of the chaste contact and their intertwined breaths, a strong reminder of the closeness that a kiss implied. Before any of them moved away due to the pressure, Beav moved her lips, barely moisturizing them with his tongue and leaving small kisses on the opposite one. Her heart skipped a beat with happiness to see that it was working, she felt the strawberry! It was fucking paradise.

Before she warmed to the sensation, she noticed that she felt somewhat tight. The other's hands closed on her cheeks and hurt enough to bother her. She half-opened his eyes and met the small gaze of her companion, who seemed even more disturbed than her own. She moved away slightly, and when she tried to speak he felt how her hands seemed to want to close more between her cheeks, causing her lips to press together in a sympathetic way. Only when Assgirl asked to be released did she realize that this expression was not a mockery of her partner, but a product of her own nerves. When she released her, her palms were sticky due to the blonde's previous sweat and stains.

None of them could look at each other for a long time, during which they could only hear an eternal infomercial about a kind of lawnmower with insecticide included. When Beavery began to return to her place, she was interrupted by the brunette, who called her with an insult in between.

Filled with courage, she threw himself into her arms and kissed her back, trying to savor also the trace of lipstick that had been left on her friend’s lips. In reciprocation, Beav noted that in addition to feeling like she was in a higher fucking paradise than before, kissing required more than just random movements. Without realizing it, both were trying to keep up, but the nerves and temperature made that contact sticky and irregular. What lasted centuries for both of them was really just a couple of minutes and when they separated they looked at each other between amusement and annoyance.

—Okay, that felt cool. —The girl with braces gave her consent between crude laughs, and then maintained some seriousness. But we are not lesbians.

[ezralovrr]

STOP ATTACKING ME! - A short Helluva Boss OC Drabble

Yeah I’m not gonna lie.. I don’t really like Stolas, I’m sorry. His whiny attitude about how Blitzo doesn’t love him is honestly really annoying. So here’s my frustrations being put into a small story!

(Also this basically serves as an origin story to Raya’s rivalry with Stolas.)

Stolas likers, I’m sorry in advance. This one isn’t for you.

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The Goetia palace was lavishing as ever this evening; the crystal chandeliers sparkled in the evening light, the constellations painted on the ceiling seemed to glow, and the polished marble floor reflected the silhouettes of the avian royalty of Hell.

While Stella flounced about on the ballroom floor and squawked to her peacock acquaintances about her stupid husband, the owl prince Stolas stood 10 feet away from her, meekly sipping on some rich wine. “Witch.” He hissed under his breath. He was dressed in his bathrobes, as he couldn’t bother to get into his more formal attire. It’s not like anyone would care, anyways. Pity, pity, pity…

Andrealphus gave his brother-in-law a snide glare as he strode over to his cackling sister, who was loudly singing about what foolish things her husband had said this week. She did like to torment him, so this was nothing new to the owl prince.

Stolas huffed and ruffled his feathers, a look of sadness creeping up on his beak. If only his “star-crossed” lower-class lover Blitzo could whisk him away from the “Still Not Divorced” party, leaving his teenage daughter Octavia to sit awkwardly with her mother…

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard someone yelling mildly as they struggled to climb over the balcony rail. Stolas’s ruby eyes lit up, and he dashed over to the balcony he was standing next to, grabbing the arm to pull his lover up to the pala-

It was a human.

“Oh.” Stolas sighed. Regardless, he helped her up and into the palace, as he didn’t wish to be rude. “My apologies. I thought you were someone else.” He briskly turned to an imp waiter, trying to offer the woman something to drink or nibble on. She refused politely, though by the look on her face, she wanted to discuss something with the prince.

“It’s alright. I actually wanted to ask you about something regarding your.. affair.” The words “affair” seemed to haunt Stolas. Affair was far from what could be described about his loving, totally sincere relationship with Blitzo. “…Right then. Please, pray tell, what do you wish to query me?” Stolas adjusted his bathrobe to appear decent.

“Why do you still chase after that imp?” She shot him a subtle yet icy cold glare. Stolas felt his heart quake. “…What- What is your name..?” He asked the human. She gasped lightly and adjusted her corn-colored hair. “Raya. Why do you wish to know?” She tilted her head up at the prince. “I- …With all due respect, miss Raya… I genuinely feel a strong, warm connection to that little imp.” Stolas stared off into space as a sick warmth spread to his beak.

Raya clenched her teeth, clearly annoyed he was trying to change the subject. As he started to ramble on and on, she felt slightly agitated and wanted to square the conversation back. “No- no, you’re not listening to me, your highness.” She spoke out, causing the owl to hoot slightly and shut his beak in mild shock.

“…Like I said, you’re chasing after someone who isn’t interested in you. You deliberately harass the poor man, exploiting him for your pleasure and to keep his business afloat, and even prioritizing him over your daughter not once, but twice. You flaunted your first affair to your wife. And I get that she’s awful, but it doesn’t give you an excuse to do so. You spend all your time wailing and waiting for your imp prince to rescue you from the wicked witch, but you’re just living a fantasy. A sick fantasy in which you leave your daughter alone as feared. And no amount of coddling could change that, which is why you need to take the first step and accept that Blitz. Doesn’t. Love you.” Raya went on a long-winded rant, essentially calling out the Goetia prince for his attitude and actions.

Stolas was horrified, his legs were shaking like a great earthquake, his heart heavily beating as sweat trickled down his beak. It was true, but he didn’t want to accept it. He hated confrontation, he hated owning up to his mistakes and recognizing his flaws. And then, right before she could deliver the verdict…

“STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE, STOP IT!” Like a child, the owl prince screeched and stumbled back, crocodile tears streaming down his face as he made a scene. “No- wait- I- I didn’t mean to. Your royal highness, I apologize. Please, just breathe and think rationally for a second…!” Raya lightly raised her hand to soothe the prince.

“WITCH! SHE’S RAISING HER HAND AGAINST ME! SOMEONE, PLEASE TAKE HER AWAY!” Stolas cried out, dark blue feathers slightly falling from his body.

The orchestra paused as the royal avians turned to the scene. Andrealphus raised an eyebrow, mildly confused at the behavior of his brother-in-law. Stella, however, had a wicked, almost proud grin on her face. Two hellhounds grabbed Raya by the forearms while she was distracted from attempting to ease the prince.

“Ma’am, it’s nothing personal. We’d like for you to leave the premises at once.” One of them barked at her. “No, wait-! I’m not done! Octavia! Princess! Please just know that my door’s open if you wish to have a safe space!!” Raya called to the Goetia princess as she was dragged out of the ballroom. Octavia, while mildly confused, as put at ease as she went to go comfort her tantrum-throwing father.

Raya was tossed outside of the Goetia palace, and she hit the pavement upon impact. “Respectfully, you are disallowed from entering this palace again.” The other hellhound affirmed her as they shut the doors. “Damn it all…” Raya sighed and picked herself up. She shivered slightly, mildly irritated that her confrontational approach didn’t work out in the end.

Just before she was about to leave, the door opened and closed quickly. Raya turned around, finding a prideful Stella exiting the palace. “Well done. Really, darling, well done!” She slowly applauded the human. “What?” Raya mouthed to no one in particular.

“You really took the words out of my mouth. Although I’m still mildly disgusted that the imp-sucking excuse of my husband is being coddled right now back upstairs… you really said some things I wanted to hear for a long time.” Stella smiled lightly, offering a hand for the human to shake. Raya stared down at her hand, then pulled her lavender cardigan sleeve a bit over her palm before accepting the handshake.

“I’m… honored, I guess.” She awkwardly brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes. “Well, I must head back to the Still Not Divorced soirée. Just keep in mind though… I admire your bravery.” Stella curtsied lightly before taking her leave and re-entering the palace.

Raya stood there, flabbergasted. Although her mission was unsuccessful, she at least felt satisfied voicing her thoughts on the prince.

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And that’s the end! I’m gonna be honest, I’m not really keeping up with the show anymore, so I tried to write the characters to the best of my ability.

[pink-bandana-writes]

Cherry Wine and Comic Books

Leonardo x Reader

Summary: At East Laird University, four new, unusual students have joined the student body. And one of them, if your memory served you right, had saved your life.

Note: The turtles are in college in this, so in their early twenties. This is in an AU where they took the offer to live normal lives and are somewhat integrated in society. This one is super fluffy, pretty platonic but leaning romantic towards the end. I would totally write a sequel if you want, but I’ve already been sitting on this much for three months, so I wanted to get it out there.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, but other than that, none.

Word Count: 2.9k

Reader is: a college student, of drinking age

You were sitting in your on-campus apartment on a Friday evening. Your roommates were going to have some friends over to hang out and order some pizzas. You were sipping a glass of wine and playing a game on your Switch.

“Hey, Mikey wants to know if he can bring his brothers over.” Your roommate, Dahlia, called from the kitchen.

Michelangelo, a.k.a. Mikey, was good friends with Dahlia. He’d come to the apartment quite a few times and you always had fun when he was there. You’d seen his other brothers around campus before. Well, they were pretty hard to miss, given the fact that all four of them were over six feet tall…and also mutant turtles.

You hadn’t been all that surprised when the turtles revealed themselves to the public. You had spotted one of them once, Raphael, you were pretty sure, back before they were openly existing. He’d kind of saved your life, actually.

“That’s fine with me.” You replied, plunging deeper into the mines in Stardew Valley and taking another sip of your cherry wine.

“Me too!” replied your other roommate, Charity. She was putting on some makeup to match the flowery blouse she’d put on.

“Awesome. They’re bringing pizza and a couple two-liters.”

“Tell them I said thank you and I will try to save them some wine.”

“(Y/N), how many glasses have you had?”

“This is number two.” You held up the glass and finished it off.

“Well it’ll be a fun night then, I’m sure.” Your other roommate, Haley chuckled. She was playing Stardew with you, the screen split down the middle.

“I’ll queue up the party playlist.” Dahlia announced, putting the LED lights on party mode and putting on some upbeat music.

The boys arrived not long after, setting the pizzas in the kitchen.

“What’s up, angelcakes?” Mikey called, waving at you and Haley on the couch.

“Not much.” You chuckled. “How are you on this fine evening, Michelangelo?”

“Better now, beautiful.” He grinned. “You want pizza? I’ll bring you a slice.”

“Pepperoni?” You raised an eyebrow.

He winked. “Coming right up.”

Mikey walked around the back of the couch, kneeling down behind it as he handed you your pizza on a paper plate. He spotted your empty wine glass and smirked.

“You pre-gaming?”

“Something like that.” You chuckled, gratefully taking the pizza from him. “You want some?”

“Nah, I’m not into wine. Leo is, though.” He tilted his head towards the brother in blue.

You looked at him for a moment. Oh. Ohhhh. You’d thought the one in blue was Raphael. Huh. As it turned out, Leo was the one who’d saved your life four years earlier. And as it turned out, he liked wine.

“That’s…good to know.”

Mikey tilted his head, grinning. “What’s that look for, (L/N)?”

“Nothing, I just…I think Leo saved my life once.”

“Oh right, I forgot you were from New York!” Mikey chuckled. He smirked and nudged you with his elbow. “Well, if you want me to, I can put in a good word for you.”

“Um…sure. Yeah.” Your cheeks reddened and you giggled. “But if I say anything stupid, it was the wine, not me.”

“Suuuure.” Mikey looked over at Leo and motioned him over.

Leo sat down beside you, a charming smile on that handsome face of his. “Hey, I’m Leonardo. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, setting down your joycons as Haley switched the game to something more group-friendly. “I heard you’re a wine guy.”

He chuckled. “On occasion. What kind do you have?”

“Cherry Riesling. You want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He held out his empty solo cup and you poured some wine into it. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” You poured yourself another glass, settling in.

“You look really familiar.” He said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at you. Leo prided himself on being good with faces. “Have we met before?”

Had you not been two glasses of wine in, you were sure you might have given him a different answer, but hopped up on liquid courage, you answered honestly. “Yeah, we have, actually. It was, uh, kinda brief. Like four years ago, you saved me in an alley on my way home from the movies.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “Well that’d explain it, then.”

“I turned around to thank you, but you were gone…like a shadow.”

“That checks out. We…well we had to be pretty mysterious back then.”

“I get that. I’m glad you guys got to come out of the shadows, though.”

He nodded, blue blue eyes twinkling. “I am, too.” He looked at your other roommates. “What are their names again?”

“Haley is the one over there on the floor with…Donnie…?”

Leo laughed a little. He was so used to being gawked at by all of the other students at their new university to the point of obsession, but you barely knew their names. You also didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was a giant turtle and not some handsome frat guy. It was refreshing.

“That is indeed Donatello, yes.”

“Oh okay, good.” You chuckled. “Dahlia is the one pouring shots of Fireball, and Charity is the one dancing with Mikey.”

“He’s got a huge crush on her.” Leo admitted, taking a sip of his wine.

“Oh believe me, I know.” You shook your head, laughing as you remembered. “I found him crying once about how beautiful she was. He was pretty drunk. I rode the bus with him to make sure he got home alright.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Any time. Mikey’s a great guy. I try to look out for him when I can.”

Leo thought for a moment before asking, kind of for himself, but kind of for Mikey, “Do you think he has a shot?”

“With Charity? Oh yeah.” You nodded. “Definitely. Every time he leaves she lays on the floor and talks about how cute he is.”

Leo smiled. “Huh. Good to know.”

“I’ll put in the word with Charity if you put in the word with Mikey.” You offered.

Leo held out his hand and you shook it. “Deal.”

It was only in that moment that you realized he only had three fingers. Interesting. You didn’t say anything about it, though, instead turning your attention to where Dahlia was trying to get Raphael to agree to going shot for shot.

“You got a death wish, shorty? Take a look at me. I could out-drink three ah you.” Raph argued.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. He had a point.

At some point, the girls from down the hall came over, along with the guys from next door. The party picked up and almost everyone dispersed, moving around the apartment, but you stayed next to Leo, chatting about your classes for the new semester, the professors you’d had the previous semester, childhood memories, and just about everything else you could think of.

Once the bottle of wine was gone, Leo got each of you a glass of water, which you were very grateful for, just a little more than a little drunk by that point.

Eventually, people started leaving and you helped clean up the living room, sobering up again. Leo gathered up empty solo cups and abandoned paper plates. Donnie and Haley exchanged numbers, and Mikey and Charity were laying on the floor in a giggling heap.

“Come on, Mikey, we gotta get back.” Raph poked his younger brother with his foot, earning a laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up.” Mikey pushed off of the floor and stood up, wobbling for a second before Raph slung an arm around him to stabilize him.

“You coming, Fearless?” Raph asked.

Fearless. You noted, looking up at Leo. It suited him.

“Yeah, we’re almost done.” Leo replied.

“I can finish up. It’s not too bad.” You assured him.

He stopped, staring down at you with those blue, blue eyes of his. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah. You’ve been a great help. Thank you, Leo.” You put a hand on his arm. He smiled at the contact.

“Thank you for having us. And, uh…thank you for sharing your wine.”

“My wine is your wine.” You shrugged. “Um…you don’t happen to have Snapchat, do you?”

He grinned and pulled out his phone. “I do.”

***

When Monday came around, so did your new set of classes. You got to your Biology lecture early, picked a spot in the lecture hall, and busted out the book you were reading, setting your bookmark on the table. You read about half a chapter before someone behind you cleared his throat, getting your attention.

You turned to see who it was and were quite surprised to find the handsome turtle in blue standing there, his eyes flitting between you and the seat next to you.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Not at all.” You pulled the chair out for him and he settled in, setting his bag on the floor. It was a messenger bag. You figured backpacks would probably get tricky with their shells and everything, although you had seen Donatello with one on before.

“You any good at Biology?” Leo asked, pulling out a fresh notebook and jotting his name and the subject on the front of it.

“Ha. No. You?”

“I guess we’re gonna find out.” He chuckled. “Hey, cool necklace.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, toying with the chain between your fingertips.

“It’s a tarot card, right?”

“It is.” You nodded, holding it out so he could see closer. “This one is The Sun, which represents happiness.”

“Seems like a fitting card for you.”

It hit you then, the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. Leo was flirting with you. Huh. Your cheeks flushed.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. But it also might have been the wine…”

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Well it does tend to put me in a good mood.”

Not long after you began chatting, the professor arrived and started the lecture. It was pretty basic stuff, being syllabus week. He did an introduction of himself and then did an activity with all of you.

Leo was jotting something down on a notecard. He slid it across the table towards you and you looked down at it.

Mall this weekend? Your roommates and my brothers?

You took the note and scribbled a response on it with your pen, biting your lip.

Absolutely.

***

At the moment, the turtles couldn’t drive, so all eight of you piled into Dahlia’s van. Was the current seating situation legal? Probably not, due to the fact that Charity was sitting on Mikey’s lap. You were sitting shotgun with Leo in the seat behind you.

Dahlia hit a bump and Charity yelped, settling back into Mikey’s lap.

“Drive careful, D.” Haley laughed in the middle seat, squeezed between Raph and Leo.

Donnie, who was sitting next to Mikey and Charity in the way back, sat at attention when she said it, but relaxed when he realized the D was not referring to him.

“I’m trying.”

You looked up at the rearview mirror and made eye contact with Leo, who motioned back towards Mikey and Charity. Things seemed to be going well with them. Maybe, if you all played your cards right, they’d finally get together at the end of the trip.

You smirked at him, raising your eyebrows. He grinned, face breaking out into that handsome smile of his and sending a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. You focused on the road again, listening to the music playing from the aux on your phone.

Was this…actually happening? Were you catching feelings for a mutant turtle? You thought about it for a good long moment and…yeah, you were pretty sure you were…Well, stranger things had happened…Aliens had literally tried to take over the world like four years earlier and here you were worried about your crush on one of the people who’d saved the world.

Dahlia pulled into your usual spot outside the entrance closest to the food court and the theater, which were conveniently next to each other on the second floor of the mall. Ever the gentlemen, Leo opened the front door, ushering all of you into the lively, bustling mall.

“Woahhhhh.” Mikey murmured, looking around. The mall was two floors, the upper floor hosting several stores, as well as the food court, the theater, a large arcade, and a giant carousel.

“Have you guys ever been here before?” You asked.

Mikey shook his head. “Not yet, but I’ve always wanted to come.”

“Come on, I’ll show you that skate shop I told you about.” Charity took Mikey’s hand and ran off.

“Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?” Leo asked, trying to make something of a plan.

“Yeah, definitely. At like…six?” Donnie asked, checking his watch. “That gives us three hours to explore.”

“Sounds good.” Raph nodded. “Maybe we could catch a movie after.”

“That’s a good idea.” You agreed. “I’ll text Charity and let her know.”

You pulled out your phone and typed out the message, hitting send and hoping it would make it to her with the shitty mall wi-fi. Leo saw the message stalling and looked at Donnie.

“Don, you mind if I add (Y/N) to your network?” Leo asked.

“I don’t mind!” Donnie grinned, typing some stuff on the modified piece of keyboard strapped to his arm. A pop up appeared on your phone screen, inviting you to the Turtle Power network. You hit agree and immediately the text went through.

It was true what the others said, Donatello was indeed a miracle worker when it came to technology. “Oh my gosh, thanks!”

“No problem.” Donnie assured you, pushing his glasses further up his snout. “I’ll add the others, too. Looks like the cell service here sucks.”

“Understatement of the century.” Dahlia chuckled, linking her arm with yours. “Wanna go smell the candles in Bath and Body Works?”

“Yes.” You agreed enthusiastically, dragging the boys along for the ride.

Your mall adventure with the turtles was a blast. You browsed through the different stores, went to the arcade, got soft pretzels, and at the end of the day, met up for dinner in the food court and watched a movie together. You kept catching Leo’s eye and he kept catching yours. It seemed your plan to get Mikey and Charity together was beginning to have some unexpected results…

***

The weeks came and went, and as they did, you and your roommates ended up spending more and more time with the turtles, from bowling to roller skating to just hanging out at your apartment to play video games and work on homework.

On this particular afternoon, you were helping Mikey with what might be the pinnacle of his efforts to win Charity’s heart thus far. He was working on a sign to use to ask her to the President’s Ball, your college’s equivalent of prom.

There was a knock at the door, and when you opened it, you found Leo, Raph, and Donnie standing there.

“You seen Mikey?” Leo asked.

You motioned behind you, where Mikey was sprawled on the floor, covering his sign in glitter glue, tongue jutting out of his mouth in concentration.

“What’s that?”

“I’m Promposing.” Mikey grinned, looking up at his brothers. “There was a flyer in the Eastman Building today for President’s Ball. (Y/N) said it’s like a prom thing.”

“Prom?” Raph chuckled. “Like the high school thing?”

“Yeah. It’s a formal. The school puts it on in one of the convention centers downtown. It’s a fun time.” You explained. “There’s some drama with people asking other people, but it’s nowhere as intense as the prom drama in high school.”

“Sounds…fun.” Leo nodded, obviously lost in thought. You couldn’t fight the blush that found your cheeks.

“It is. We went two years ago, but last year’s got snowed out, so we just stayed here and sipped margaritas and watched the Princess Diaries movies.”

“Sounds like a pretty decent night.” Raph chuckled.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Mikey asked, looking up at you from the floor. “Do you have any more glitter glue?”

“I think I have some with my cosplay stuff. One sec.” You pushed into your room and dug around in your plastic rolling drawers filled with craft supplies. You found it under a scrap of fabric, a big tube of glitter-infused paint. That should do the trick, you figured, pulling it from your hoard. When you turned around, Leo was standing in the doorway. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Oh! My god…” You laughed, hand over your chest. “You’re quiet.”

“Sorry. Old habits.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I was just curious. It’s okay if you don’t…”

“Come on in.” You motioned him further into the small bedroom. You had posters on just about every wall, a shelf of funko pops staring up at him.

“I didn’t realize you were a collector. Donnie is, too. Pre-orders everything the second it’s announced.”

“That is very good to know.” You raised an eyebrow. “You collect anything?”

He chuckled. “Comics. Just a little bit, though. We used to, um…find them. Donnie would clean them up as best as he could.”

“What kind of comics?”

“X-Men, mostly. Mutants, you know…like us.”

“The X-Men are awesome.” You reassured him, grinning. “Nightcrawler is my favorite.”

“Oh my god, really? I’m a Cyclops man, myself.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” You chuckled. “You know, there’s a comic shop downtown. The bus has a stop near there, if you’d want to go sometime.”

“I’d love to.” Leo smiled.

You heart raced. You’d done it. You’d actually asked him out. You felt kinda fearless, despite that being the word usually associated with him. You liked it. You liked him, actually, and you couldn’t wait to see where your unlikely connection was leading…

Tags: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel

[innytoes]

"You know, because of colour theory" totally sounds like something Willie would say

Throwing a housewarming party for the house they bought was something that Alex had always felt would feel very Adult. Like, they had a dining room table now. This was less 'paying your friends in pizza and beer for helping you move' (though they'd done that too) and more 'inviting your friends over a few weeks later to look at how adult you were with your unpacked house and freshly painted walls'.

The dining room table was set. There were even fresh flowers on the table, because they owned a vase now. Sure, the dinnerware was still all mismatched but it was on purpose, because Alex couldn't make up his mind on what he liked and Reggie liked thrifting and Willie enjoyed the chaos of it all. It was an aesthetic choice.

They'd gotten a grill, and Ray was on the patio showing Willie and Reggie how to use it. Alex was happy to let them, since Willie loved playing with fire and Reggie loved spending time with Ray. He preferred to be in the kitchen, checking on the garlic bread, making people drinks before getting overwhelmed and Julie reassuring him 'we know where the fridge is, don't worry about it'.

He didn't feel like a real adult. Not even with the cute little house and his two handsome boyfriends - partners, all of them on the title, which was a huge step, almost as big as marriage - and his dining room table and their beautiful homemade mailbox with all their names on it.

He wondered if he ever would, looking out from the kitchen to watch their friends mingling, Carrie and her Candis taking in the gallery wall, Luke impressed with the charcuterie board Alex had made in an attempt to make it feel like a real adult party, Julie and Flynn impressed by the bookshelves they'd put up.

Two arms snaked around his waist, and Reggie pressed a kiss to his neck. "You okay, babe?" Alex relaxed into him.

"Yeah," he said. "Just thinking about how I still don't feel like a real adult."

Reggie laughed. "That's why we have Ray. Or if we really fuck up, Julie's aunt. You know, adultier adults."

And yeah, all three of the had been pretty much adopted into the Molina family, given their own families of origin were either gone or awful. They were their own family now. Maybe that was the real meaning of adulthood.

"Stop worrying and go enjoy the party, I'll finish setting the table and stuff," Reggie said, ushering him out of the kitchen.

"Don't forget the garlic bread," Alex warned him, and went to move to join people in the living room.

Except as soon as he turned around, he heard a squelch, and a gasp, and Reggie saying 'oh no'.

He whirled around to see their kitchen, their freshly painted, freshly cleaned, perfect kitchen, covered floor to ceiling in ketchup.

"What..." he managed, as Reggie stared at him with wide eyes. The glass bottle of ketchup - because glass looked more adult than the squeezy bottles, Alex remembers thinking in the supermarket - was still in his hand. "How?"

"I was gonna give it a good shake before putting it on the table!" Reggie said helplessly.

Oh no.

"I'd already loosened all the lids," Alex said. This was all his fault. He hadn't warned Reggie. And now their kitchen was ruined.

"I'm so sorry, Alex, don't be mad," Reggie started, and Alex wasn't mad at anyone but himself. Thankfully Reggie was mostly ketchup free, so Alex grabbed some paper towels to wipe his hands and pull him into a hug. Reggie freaking out would only make him freak out. Reggie buried his face in Alex' shoulder for a moment, before collecting himself.

"Oh man, it looks like a children's hospital in here," Willie said, coming in with a plate of burgers. At Alex' confused stare, he elaborated: "You know, because of colour theory?"

That did not clear anything up, but Reggie giggled.

"I don't want to know," Alex decided. "Go serve people while I clean up this mess."

In the end, they did not need an 'adultier adult', because one of the Candis knew how to get ketchup stains off of freshly painted walls. She helped him get the worst off, and saved the garlic bread from the oven, and they joined the dinner.

And finally Alex felt a little more like an adult than he had. They'd had their first minor disaster in the house and none of them had freaked out or needed to call in a Real Adult. He was taking it as a win.

[frikatilhi]

*quietly plants brainrot here*

(no pressure ofc pus)

OK YOU NOW LISTEN

What makes you think you can just BARGE in here and drop THAT in my askes WHAT

please continue

Anyway, under the cut is the last of the prompts for now (feel free to send more though, I've loved these!!).

“Is that what you’re gonna wear?” Jesse asked.

Bojan looked down at his Pasivision jersey. “Yeah, why?”

Jesse’s eyebrows were up. “Not exactly club attire.”

“I’ll change after the show,” Bojan shrugged, going for the dumb and innocent approach. Jesse shot him a knowing look. 

Bojan wasn’t sure what the big deal was - it was meant to be funny. He had come to Glasgow to support his friend, so he was ready to go all in. He had tucked his Pasivision jersey in his luggage in hopes he’d have the courage to wear it, and when it was time to go to the venue, he had pulled it over his sparkly top meant for partying later. 

Jesse was still saying something, but suddenly Jere came into view, in performance mode, ready to take the stage, and Bojan wasn’t listening anymore, because he had also noticed Bojan and was coming over.

“Hey there superstar, ready to blow the roof off?” Bojan said, offering his fist for a bump.

Jere tapped his knuckles into Bojan’s. “Look at you, fanboy.”

Bojan patted his belly. “Oh, this? My turn being the tour wife, I guess. You did so well, last time.”

Jere grinned. “Yes. You serve me drinks, after show.” 

“Sure thing, hunnybunny.”

“Okei, gotta go. See you!” And he was gone. Bojan let out a sigh of relief, not sure why. Next to him, Jesse rolled his eyes.

****

It was more than halfway through the show, and Bojan was watching from the balcony. Jere had exited the stage for a minute, letting the others take over for what Bojan assumed was a change of outfit, sip of water and a much needed breather. A new song started - Bojan wasn’t that well-versed in Käärijä’s discography that he would have been able to differentiate between the songs easily - and Jere came back on stage and.

And.

He was wearing - a shirt? That itself was unheard of, Käärijä did not perform in a shirt, ever, but on top of that, it was… something white.

Not just anything white, either. It was Bojan’s mesh shirt, the one he had worn at Tavastia, the one that he had left at Jere’s, the one that Jere had proudly waved and smelled in front of the entire internet, the one that had made the freaking news.

He hadn’t left it on purpose, mind you. He wasn’t even sure how that had happened, because it’s not like he was wearing it when they had crashed at Jere’s. Somehow, Jere must have stolen it from his bag, that bastard.

The boxers, on the other hand, he totally owned up to. He had taken a shower at Jere’s in the morning. He was not good at keeping tabs of his belongings, so it’s no wonder those had been left behind. 

But that wasn’t on purpose, either. Or so he told himself.

He wasn’t super excited about Jere’s public stunt with the laundry, but at the time there wasn’t anything else to do than to take it in stride, share the story, and dm a bunch of skull emojis to Jere. This was their love language, was it not? Bojan was glad he had retaliated by sneaking the Bulbasaur beanie in his bag when Jere wasn’t looking, even though he couldn’t have known at the time it was to be revenge. He felt no need to flaunt his achievement for everyone to see, though. He hadn’t told or showed it to anyone, actually. He told himself he was waiting for the right moment to strike.

Jere was thrashing about the stage and the shirt - Bojan’s shirt - kept riding up and exposing his belly. Which shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, because Jere’s belly was always on display. Why did seeing it under - and through - a shirt suddenly made Bojan’s want to bite?

The same went for Jere’s nipples that were barely visible through the mesh. God, is that what he looked like, as well, wearing that? That shit should be illegal. Suddenly, the jersey felt too fucking hot on him, he could feel sweat pooling under his pecs and on his lower back. The song ended, and Bojan couldn’t be sure how the rest of the show went. All he could feel was… some kind of unfounded ownership, like he had staked his claim without even trying, like now everybody was able to see right through him, like now everybody knew.

Afterwards, backstage, they had a laugh about the whole thing. Mikke took pictures of them, Bojan showing the victory sign in his jersey, Jere tucked under his arm in the white shirt. Both of them were sporting wide grins. Jere enjoyed the frenzy it caused when he posted it; Bojan was not so sure about how he felt. He shared it adding a single heart - he didn’t even dare to try to put anything into words. It took enough effort to keep acting like his insides weren’t on fire.

They didn’t talk about it much, then or later. Jere said he had brought the shirt because he wanted to return it. Neither of them mentioned that it never actually made it back to Bojan. Instead, another pair of boxers was accidentally left behind, this time by Jere, who had to scramble to make it back to the tour bus after extended goodbyes in Bojan’s hotel room. Bojan didn’t feel the need to roast him publicly about it. Privately though, back in his apartment in Ljubljana, he made sure to send Jere a picture of himself wearing them, fresh from the clean laundry pile. And the reaction he got back - meant for him and him alone - was enough to sustain him for a good long while.

[robynbaldurlogs]

baldur log day 1 + 2

day 1 i dont have much to show for this day visually bc i wasnt actively documenting... but essentially, i: made my character, went through the beginning tutorials and stuff, took the little brain guy with me, saved shadowheart, and crashed on the beach. then i stopped playing. here is the only image i took before i got off LOL

day 2 ok. so: shadowheart is cool as fuck. i LOVE her already. cannot wait to strengthen the social link with her or whatever the hell you call it. get the friendship numbers up. this fuckass poem had me dead:

shoutout the bitch queen ig whoever you are. keep serving also i love this fucking guy. i can tell hes a conniving fuck but ohhhh hes kinda hot though!

like why is he kinda cunty. but yea anyways he joined my party. also met this guy. gale. he is strangely charming. but he also gives me zephyr breeze vibes (which is bad) and jack sparrow vibes (which is very good). told my friend speves that and that i thought he looked like a smart himbo and she was like "i dont blame you for that read" + "we'll see" which i Dont Know how to take. my judgements were based off the literal first minute of conversation btw

+ really stupid visual glitch i almost didnt notice. theyre fusing

shadowheart talk your shit man.

"just waiting, like a lovesick puppy?" ...... thats a bad thing? whatever you say man. gonna scare shadowheart with commitment. COMMITMENT JUMPSCARE BOO also little parentheses shadowheart is the most fucking dementia raven way ass name and i love it but it was hard to take it seriously for a little bit. warrior cats ass name. also i got crazy fucking lucky with my rolls. dont have many screenshots but i kept getting high numbers it was lucky as shit up until gale talked to me about needing to consume magical items like crack i read his mind with the mindflayer tadpole and found out it was cus he consumed some crazy ass Dark Magic or something, got a critical failure first, then just used some inspiration i had to get it right, and rolled high as shit LMAO

hit the rolls TWICE btw. read his mind once and then went deeper into his mind which had a 15 dc and got that too. hell yeah baby. also afterwards i was totally honest with him about reading his mind and he freaked the fuck out which fair i read your mind. i get it. but still

then i calmed him down by being like "hey man i had to know. youre dangerous" and passed the persuasion check :sunglasses: easiest game of my fucking life oh i talked to shadowheart abt her pains before that which was cool every conversation i have with her makes me like her more.

i met wyll. great guy. i went to camp to long rest and he dropped some INSANE fucking knowledge on me. like. i could live by this

so i switched gale out in my party with him LMAOOOOOOO and had a conversation with astarion about how hed kill me if i started turning. i asked what he would prefer personally and he said decapitation. which was CRAZY. so i was like yeah sure king decapitate me if i turn. do your thing. i trust your judgment

also talked to shadowheart bc i will seize every chance to learn more about her

then i left camp, talked to kagha while looking for a healer, got them to free a tiefling girl through more persuasion rolls (BECAUSE IM GOATED) and talked to the healer nettie who was fixing a Regular Bird

she told me how strange it is that we arent turning, to swear on my life id drink a poison if i saw any symptoms (which i of course agreed to, shadowheart approved and astarion did not) and stopped playing on the way to rescue halsin. fun times!

p.s. days doesnt necessarily mean im playing this daily but rather just what happens when i play per irl day... days just works as a way to categorize tbh

[ronancexists]

Here's my submission for Day 2 of Ronancetober. Warning, there is the mention of blood and drinking blood and slight mention of men being assholes. If that's triggering, then I suggest you don't read this one. If it's not, I hope you enjoy!

Day 2: Monstrous

Nancy looked around nervously, tightening her grip on her purse so much that her knuckles started turning white. She licked her suddenly dry lips, picking up her pace as she was unable to shake the feeling of unease. She ignored the wolf whistles and catcalls thrown her way, simply wanting this nightmare of a day to be over.

To start the day off, she had forgotten to reset her alarm the night before, meaning she was running thirty minutes behind schedule this morning. She then had the humiliating experience of entering the classroom after the lecture had already begun, earning the disgruntled stares, giggles, and whispers of her fellow peers. Her teacher then decided that she was to present her project first since she had thought she was better than everyone else in the class because she showed up late.

She reluctantly did so, ignoring the patronizing looks shot her way as her teacher observed with no visible signs as to whether or not he was impressed by her project or not. She then had a test in her next class that she had no time to study for. Nancy had tried, but Mike and his rowdy friends had made it nearly impossible to concentrate on her notecards. She complained to her mother and father, but nothing came of it.

Ted didn't do anything about it, simply grunting in agreement that the group in their basement was being loud. Karen had tried to tell them to keep it down, but all that earned her was a shouting match with Mike which ended with both parties mad at the other, causing Karen to give up on scolding her son and Mike to become even louder just to annoy them. And it worked, for Nancy simply scowled at her parents and stormed up the steps, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else.

When it came to lunch, Nancy made a face of disgust when she realized she had forgotten to grab her already packed lunch from the fridge, meaning she would have to eat the rather unpleasant food provided by the high school cafeteria. She normally wasn't all that picky when it came to eating food, but the cafeteria food was on a different level. It looked and smelled like something a prison would serve. She ended up eating a small portion of the salad before ultimately giving up, tossing the entire tray into the garbage and heading to her next class fifteen minutes early.

Her day had only gotten progressively worse. Someone had spilled their water bottle when they were walking past her desk, ruining all the notes she had taken for her History class in the past two days. She had been bumped into in the hallway when she was switching her stuff out in her locker, causing everything to scatter all over the hallway floor. And to top it all off, she had forgotten the homework for her English class on her nightstand in her room, earning her an F on the assignment and bringing her total grade down to a C.

So yeah, Nancy wasn't in the best mood. And she certainly didn't want to deal with all these pigs that called themselves men. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the horrible day she had been having.

Unfortunately, she had promised Jonathan she would come out to this bar that didn't give a shit about the fact that underage teens had fake ID’s and were getting blackout drunk. He had wanted to go to see his boyfriend, Steve, who had picked up a part-time job there over the summer after his parents decided he needed some “working class experience” before they decided to pay for him to go to college.

After being hit on the entire night by drunk, sleazy men, she had told Jonathan she was going to call it a night. He had wanted to give her a ride home to make sure she got home safe, but she insisted she would be fine walking home on her own. She had wished him and Steve a good night and told them she'd see them in school tomorrow before exiting the bar.

Suddenly, she was wishing she had taken Jonathan up on her offer. Not only did she feel uneasy with all the men ogling her and shouting sexual innuendos at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. The thing was, she couldn't see anyone following her. She reached into her purse, clutching the pepper spray Steve had given her when she turned eighteen, stating he wanted her to have a way to protect herself, just in case.

She shivered as a breeze washed over her, clutching the pepper spray in her hand tightly as she traveled down a dim-lit alley. She had no other choice but to head this way because they had begun construction on the way she normally walked to get home, meaning the entire street was blocked off. Her eyes bounced back and forth, looking for any signs of anything unnatural.

She gasped when she was suddenly pressed against the brick wall, slender hands pinning her own against the wall, causing her to drop the spray.

“It'll be much less painful if you don't resist,” a husky voice rasped in her ear, causing goosebumps to appear along her entire body.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Nancy demanded, stifling a groan when kisses were pressed along her jawline and down her throat, hot puffs of breath hitting her neck right at her pulse point.

“Oh Nancy,” the woman purred, nuzzling her face in the crook of Nancy's neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize her scent. “I've been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to be alone. Waiting so I could have you all to myself."

“What are you—”

Nancy was cut off abruptly as the woman bit down. She gasped at that, euphoria traveling throughout her entire body at the unusual sensation. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side, giving the vampire more room to work.

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered once she had pulled her mouth away, soothing Nancy by licking the open wound until there was nothing left but two little pinpricks.

“God Rob,” Nancy groaned, turning in the taller girl's arms and smashing their lips together.

Robin moaned in delight, eyes fluttering shut as her hands traveled down to Nancy’s waist, pulling the younger woman flush against herself. Tongue and teeth, in Robin's case fangs, crashing against one another in a rather heated exchange.

Nancy was the one to pull away, grinning up at her girlfriend as she reached up with her thumb to wipe away a smatter of blood at the corner of Robin's mouth. “That was quite the experience, love,” she said, tracing her now bloody thumb against Robin's lower lip.

Her eyes darkened in arousal as Robin took her thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean before lightly nipping at the finger in her mouth, showing off her gleaming white, razor sharp fangs.

“I was just doing what you wanted me to do,” Robin replied, grinning widely at Nancy's playful eye roll. She reached down to pick up the pepper spray Nancy had dropped in her surprise, tucking it back into her girlfriend's purse, zipping it shut afterwards.

“Whatever,” Nancy scoffed, squealing when Robin picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. Her legs automatically wound around the older woman’s waist, knowing that Robin would never drop her. As dangerous as the vampire was, she would never do anything to harm Nancy. Unless, of course, the blue-eyed woman asked for it, like she had tonight.

“Hey, I'm not the one who fantasized about being attacked by a monstrous being in the middle of the night in a darkened alley.”

“Maybe not, but you were certainly into it.”

“That's because I’m into you. I’d do anything for you. You’re my person, Nancy Wheeler.”

“I know,” Nancy whispered, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Robin’s neck as she looked directly into her eyes. “You're my person too, Robin Buckley.”

Robin smiled at her, once again showing off her very pointy fangs. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Nancy smiled, leaning forward to press a long, loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “I would love nothing more.”

“Hang on,” Robin instructed, shifting Nancy so the woman was clinging to her back rather than her front. “Ready?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

“Then let’s go home.”

With that, Robin took off, nothing but a blur passing through the dark, tree-laden woods. Nancy laughed, loving the feeling rushing through her. She would never tire of this. The wind rushing through her hair, the wooden scent the trees gave off, the electricity sparking through her entire body as she was flush against Robin’s back. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being with her girlfriend. As a matter of fact, she doubted that anything ever would.

[ahmedmootaz]

Since it is Angela's birthday today, I've got some birthday asks for you.

How would the everyone in the Library celebrate Angela's birthday, both as her original self and her child self?

Do you think Angela and Carmen share a birthday or Angela and the Lobotomy Corporation share a birthday day/anniversary?

What gifts would Angela recieve from everyone, especially Ayin and X?

What kind of gifts would Angela even want?

Dear Anonymous,

Yeah, yeah! It's totally Angela's birthday, ahah! Ahah...hah...ha...

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Erm, sorry for that delay, Anon. I hope you're not too upset with me. But as for your questions...well, they're quite fluffy, so I am very happy to hear that~

When it comes to how everyone would celebrate Angela's birthday...I think they would give her a day of complete rest. She wouldn't sort books, she wouldn't tend to the Library, she would just rest while everyone serves her. While she can always use the Light, the fact that everyone is willing to serve her despite her massive advantage with the Light is a nice gesture of affection. Allowing her to share her thoughts freely with them, taking care of the Library at full attention (yes, including Netzach) without slacking off...And I'm sure giving her lots of new information and perhaps introducing her to new technologies she hasn't seen before would be considered a very lovely gift in her eyes.

But if we're talking about widdle Angie, then I'm inclined to think they'd try to throw her a normal party. It's not like she needs anything too fancy considering her age and inability to eat or drink, so all she needs is a ton of happiness and she'd be okay. Maybe she'd love being pampered by her uncles as well as her papa, as well as playing with the rest of the kids all day while maybe watching 'A-ni-meh' as well. She's not a very demanding girl, I think, she just wants some happiness and she'll be okay.

As for Carmen and Angela sharing a birthday, I want to say that they do, but I just don't think Ayin had the time for such details. I mean, he did make Angela in the likeness of Carmen, but at the end of the day, he didn't want a 'new' Carmen. He just wanted Carmen, not to mention that he was building Angela when he had nothing. He had no friends left, the Old Lab was destroyed by Garion, there really was nothing left for him except using the information in Garion's mind and attempting to create Angela to lose himself in his work, so I doubt he had a specific schedule in mind when creating her. It's a 50/50 on whether or not he was lucky enough with the time to have Carmen and Angela's birthdays match or if he had to choose date because if he waited for too long there was a chance for The Head to swoop in and ruin everything he ever worked for...again.

As for the gifts everyone would give Angela...I think it varies. Malkuth would likely give Angela historical books, but she would also present them in a nice way. Maybe Malkuth would make a play with the other Librarians to present certain historical facts or battles to spice things up a little. Yesod would like cobble together a mechanical gadget from the City Angela hadn't seen before, even if it is quite simple, and he'd let her toy around with it and explore it to her heart and curiosity's content. Hod would likely help Angela with the poetry and perhaps show her some poems she may like. Netzach would...stop lazying about and maybe draw a portrait of Angela. Tiphereth would just hang out with Angela and keep her company, I think. Gebura would show case some combat techniques, weapons, and City factions to Angela, in addition to telling her about the nature of words and language so that Angela doesn't feel confused by some of the ways language is used. Chesed would probably brew her coffee if she could taste it, but otherwise, he'd likely tell Angela about what it was like belonging to a rich family and he'd maybe compare and contrast with Gebura. Hokma would spend time with Angela and tell her more about the Old Lab and how it was like before everything went down the drain. Binah would probably host a tea party of sorts and invite Angela and the rest of the Librarians while still speaking cryptically to everyone.

And as for Ayin and X...I think X would be very classic: He's a sentimental fool through and through. I think he'd maybe offer flowers, or perhaps a group-picture of Angela and the Librarians + Ayin and X, or maybe he'd offer her tea cups with 'World's Best Librarian' printed on them. Maybe he'd also offer her watches and such.

But as for Ayin...I think his gifts have to be something more...personal. Perhaps he would ofer her gifts that change or modify some aspects of her mechanical nature that she always had problems with. Or perhaps he would spend a day looking at her and listening to her, something she always wanted from him but he never gave to her. Perhaps he'd even allow her to vent her frustrations by maybe beating him up with a pillow until she feels somewhat satisfied. I think Angela doesn't really care what gift is offered to her so long as it was truly from the heart, and I think just being offered gift would be very touching for her considering she spent almost a (perceived) million years without receiving any affection at all.

But those are my (very belated) thoughts on Angela's birthday! Thank you for the very interesting topic, Anon, and until then, be well, take care, and see ya'!