#yes hello I’m slightly back with drawing my boy

[inkspottie]

Do you even have a clue?

[queenbrucewayne]

Mrs Grayson

A/n: ngl I had an idea of what I wanted in the beginning and then half way through writing this I lost it.

Monday mornings were typically all the same. Maybe a few meetings, a couple of boring emails, and another charity event to be planned for this coming weekend.

Your desk was just outside Bruce Waynes office. Being his PA for a little over a year now, you had developed a sense of familiarity with him. His body language always spoke louder to you then any false persona he tried to put on, and the silent ways you two communicate wether it was from board meetings or even trying to send an SOS to get away from an over talkative coworker.

Today Bruce hadn't made much progress to leave his office. He was on back to back phone calls and meetings. The only times you really got to see him was to bring him more coffee every hour or so.

Even now, you could slightly hear his voice coming from inside, still on the phone with the same company from an hour ago.

The day was almost over and he still had more emails to answer. It was going to be a long night..

Just then, your phone started ringing. Reaching down to open your desk draw to grab it, you became confused to see an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs Grayson, we have your son here."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong-"

"Mom?!" Suddenly a young voice came through. "Can I talk to her?"

The sound of shuffling could be heard, as you waited even more confused now.

"Uhh.... hello?" The young boy spoke up again.

A sense of recognition hit you. "Mr Grayson? What are you doing? How did you get my number?"

"So... I got into some trouble with school, they want you to come and pick me up, I thought they would want to see you since dads so....busy." His voice flowed so smoothly and his lie went out of his mouth like it was nothing. He was really good...

"Mr Grayson, are you-"

"Yes!." He suddenly cut in. "Okay, that sounds great. My teacher and I will see you soon."

Before you could respond with anything, he quickly hung up, leaving you to sit there. You glanced over to his office door, debating with yourself if you should inform him about his sons odd phone call or not.

Getting up from your desk and walking over to the coffee machine, you poured another cup. Taking it to the office door you slowly cracked it open to peak inside.

He was still sitting at his desk, his hands on top his head that was now messy and ruffled instead of it’s normal gel down look. He looked exhausted.

Walking more inside, it wasn’t until you had set the coffee down in front of him that he looked up to you. Smiling gently, he reached over to mute himself so the person talking on the phone couldn’t hear.

“Thank you Y/n.” Taking the mug, he took a sip, sighing out in relief. “I have a feeling I’ll be here much longer, you should really head home for the day.”

Standing there for a moment, you hesitated to say something about the phone call. “Uhh, are you sure?”

Bruce smiled, his eyes were exhausted but he still tried to make it seem like he wasn’t. “I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You decided then and there that you would take care of whatever his son needed. He clearly wasn’t gonna he leaving anytime soon, and to add on to it that he might have to deal with another stressful matter with his sons school.

Whatever it was, Mr Grayson called you. Which probably meant it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle.

“Have a good night sir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Giving a wave and headed towards the door, you took your leave. Grabbing all your stuff, you headed to the elevator and out of the office.

Once you started driving towards Mr Grayson school, the doubt started coming back. Was this really a good idea?

You had known the boy for as long as you worked for Mr Wayne. He was always so energetic and his sense of humor was always something you looked forward too.

Every so often he would come by the office, and every time he did, he would never fail to come over to your desk and chat.

Arriving at the school was intimidating in itself. The place was almost like a college campus, if not for the signs every where you would’ve probably never have found the main office building.

Walking inside you instantly saw the main office doors. They were still open and that made it easy to spot Mr Grayson sitting at one of the chairs, swaying his feet back and forth.

When you walked in, the front desk lady quickly greeted you with a smile. “Hi, are you Mrs Grayson?”

That definitely caught you off guard even more to hear it in person then over the phone. “Uhh, yes… hi.”

“Mom!” Suddenly Dick had sprung from his chair and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You made it.”

Looking down, you notice that he was surprised to see you. Probably because he didn’t think you would show up….

“Yes… Um, so why am I here?” Placing a hand on his head, you decided to continue this act.

“We wanted to call you in, since this is Richards third time here this week.” The women motion to the open door beside her. “The principle is inside, waiting.”

Nodding your head, you glanced down to look at Bruce’s son. He smiled nervously up at you, this might go horribly wrong.

You both walked inside the office, a older man sat on the other side of the desk and was typing away at his computer. Seeing you both at his door, he quickly got up and presented out his hand.

“Hello! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Grayson, I’m the principal for the school. I was hoping to bring you in to talk about this past week with Mr Grayson.”

Shaking the man’s hand, you and Dick both had a seat. “Yes, the women out front told me he’s been here multiple times this week.”

He gave a grimace smile. “Yes, unfortunately… we have been getting complaints from a couple teachers about him not getting along with fellow students.”

You looked over to Dick, genuine confusion took over your face. He was such a sweet kid. You would have never thought he would be having trouble getting along with other kids.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Those kids were making fun of someone! I didn’t start it!” He protested.

You didn’t react really to his outburst, but when glancing at the principal who was in shock you instantly corrected yourself.

“Mr - ah… Richard, behave yourself!” You scolded. Which seemed to satisfy the man.

Dick turned to you confused for a moment but then must’ve quickly realized why you scolded him. Instantly, he leaned back down in his seat and folded his hands on top his lap.

“Ah, so, not getting along with the other kids? Well I’m sure this can be fixed instantly. We will have a talk with his father when we get home, but I assure you my… son is not displaying his normal character, but I’m determined to get him back on track.” Wow… Where the hell did that all come from? You barley even stuttered

The man smiled. You all stood up from your chairs and he held his hand out again to shake. “I’m so glad we could bring this to your attention Mrs Grayson.”

“Yes… me too. I’m sure once all the parents are on the same page by the end of this week there won’t be anymore office visits.” You piped up, getting ready to walk out the door, you stopped yourself when you heard Dick scoff.

“Yeah right. I’m the only one they called in.” He mumbled.

Confused, you turned back to the principal. “You haven’t spoken to any of the other kids or parents?”

“Why, no we haven’t. We didn’t find it necessary to bother any of the other children or parents.” He stated, seeming confused by the suggestion.

“Why not? I mean… Richard, he wouldn’t just start something for not good reason, did you even listen to another side of the story?”

The man laughed, he actually laughed! “Mrs Grayson, with all due respect. Your child seems to be the main issue to all these fights that have been happening. There wouldn’t be any need for-“

“Did you ask?” You interrupt

“Excuse me?”

“Did you ask what happened? Or just took one kids word for it?” You asked again.

“I- well- uh.” He stammered a bit, not seeming to think of something quick enough to say.

You looked down to Dick, who was already staring at you surprised. “Tell me what happened.”

He glanced between you and the principal, hesitating for a moment, but then quickly excited. “It’s the same four kids! All of them picking on these two new girls, the ones with scholarships. They heard that the one uniform is the only one they can afford, so they started messing with them and trying to find ways all week to ruin them.”

“Okay, so how did you get involved?” You asked.

“I told them to quit it! And then when they just started to mess with me… I thought it was better then paying attention to them.” He shrugged. “But today, they actually ended up ripping one of the girls skirts and made her cry, so I… I pushed him, and his friends got involved. Now I’m here.”

You looked back to the principal. “Seems like you got the wrong kid in here.” You spat. “Maybe I’m not the only parent who needs a phone call.” Grabbing his hand, you walked out of the office. “Let’s go, we’re leaving.”

“Mrs Grayson! Please wait!” The man shouted from behind.

You spun on your heels to face home again. “I don’t appreciate you putting blame on one kid when you don’t have your facts straight, especially this kid…” Glancing down to Dick you squeezed his hand gently. “Do you think these two girls would back your story up?”

His eyes got big. “Absolutely! They’re really nice! I have no doubt they would explain everything.”

You looked back to the principal. “I think that should be your next step. Then. You can call me back here… have a nice rest of your day.” Pulling Dick towards you, and walking out of the school toward your car.

Once you got to your car you kicked your tire in frustration. “What jerks!” You shouted. “I mean, they didn’t even bother to listen to you! And that man- ugh he was so smug too. Did you see that? How smug he looked?”

Turning towards Dick, he had the biggest smile on his face, seeming amused by your outburst. His odd reaction caused you to stop and think for a moment. Realizing what you just had done.

“Oh no. I totally just played into your lie. Now they think I’m your actual mother… oh what have I done?” You started to panic a bit. Bruce was so gonna fire you.

“It was great!” Dick cheered out. “You were so cool, and they really believed it! How awesome!”

“Not awesome.” You stated. “Your father is so gonna fire me.”

Dick shock his head, walking over he put a hand on your back. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. It’ll be our secret.”

You scoffed. “After the outburst I just pulled in there… he’s bound to find out.” You started to think for a moment. “How did you get them to believe I was your mother anyway?”

“I told them you didn’t wanna take the Wayne name, and you traveled a lot for work. Seemed to workout pretty well.” He shrugged.

“Common. I gotta take you home, hopefully your dad is still at the office, I don’t know how I am gonna explain this to him.” You sighed out, unlocking the car and walking around to the drivers side.

“Y/n?” Dick called out. He stood there shyly. “Thank you, for defending me. Believing me…”

You smiled softly. “You’re a good kid Mr Grayson. I truly believe that. I know those girls will defend you, and this will get all sorted out.”

“I hope so, or I’m probably going to get grounded again…” He grumbled. Opening the car door, you both got inside and drove off.

Once you arrived at the Wayne manor, you noticed immediately the older gentleman standing outside already at the front door.

“I wonder what Alfred is doing?” Dick spoke up, leaning forward in the front seat trying to get a better look.

Once you stopped, Dick quickly turned back to you. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something as to why you’re dropping me off! I won’t let dad fire you!” He smiled confidently, opening the car door and jumping out, shutting it behind him and running up the front steps to Alfred.

Alfred turned to look at you. So you put a hand up and a smile you hoped didn’t look nervous. He responded with the same and both of them turned around to walk inside. Well that was an eventful day...

The next morning went way more smoothly. All the busyness from yesterday had subsided for the most part and the office space seemed much more at ease and relaxed.

Dropping your stuff on your desk, you took the extra coffee you got on your way into work and cracked open Bruces office door. He was sitting at his desk looking at his computer. He didn't seem as tired as yesterday, but he probably wasn't going to be a burst of energy ether.

Setting down the coffee, he looked up at you and smiled. "Good morning." He greeted.

"Morning, I hope you didn't leave too late yesterday."

He took the coffee and leaned back in his chair. "Around nine, so it could've been worse." Taking a sip from his cup, his eyes looked up towards you. "How was the rest of your evening yesterday? Do anything exciting?"

You froze in place, trying your best to keep a straight face. He didn't say it in an accusing way, it sounded like a genuine question. Perhaps he didn't know...

"Uh, no, no. Nothing crazy, just went home..." You tried to sound casual, but him staring at you didn't help the guilt of lying to him.

Thinking for a moment he was gonna call you out, he just nodded and set his coffee back down. "Well, today should go a lot smoother. Only two meetings and maybe a conference call later."

"Okay then, sounds like plan, I'll make sure the conference room is open for later." Turning around you started to make your way towards the door.

"Oh! I almost forgot. We have a new client coming in at the end of the day, would like you to be here when he arrives." He went back to his computer, continuing what he was doing before.

Confused, you turned back around. "You want me in the office?"

"Yeah, would like you to meet him." He said, not taking his eyes off his screen.

You had never been in his office to meet any new clients. Normally he had those when you were doing your schedule planning to keep you right outside the door so nobody would come inside unannounced. After a few moments of silence he glanced back up to you.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

That caused you to jump, quickly putting on a fake smile you shook your head. "No, thats fine. I- uh, I'll make sure I'm here."

He looked at you for a moment curiously, then just turned back to his computer. Not saying anything more, you took your leave. Closing the door, you sat yourself down at your desk.

You started to think of any possibly as to why he would want you in there, why he would want you to meet this new client. It seemed suspicious.

The whole day was spent just as planned, with the few meetings and the conference call going as smooth as they could've, it looked like the end of the day was already here.

The elevator doors opened up and you were back to your desk to gather all your things. However, it then occurred to you that the new client was coming, if he wasn't already here.

Walking to Bruces door, you slowly turned the handle and opened just enough to peak inside. Bruce was sitting at his desk filling out some paperwork.

Once he noticed you standing at his door he smiled and set down his pen. "Come on in, have a seat."

Opening the door wider, you made your way to one of his office chairs that was in front of his desk. He smiled at you, then continued writing down on his paper.

You shifted in your seat, your hands were sweating from the nerves he was making you feel. This was certainly awkward.

"Uh, is there something I can do for you?" You finally spoke up.

Not even looking up at you, Bruce just continued writing. "No, he'll be here soon."

"Who will be?" You asked.

Right on cue, there was three knocks coming from the office door. Hearing it creek open from behind, you sat patently as the foot steps got closer.

Bruce smiled up at the visitor, "Nice of you to join us."

Looking up, your eye became wide as you saw none other then Dick Grayson standing beside you. When he looked down to you, his expression quickly changed. He was as shocked to see you as you were to see him.

Busted...

Dick quickly went to protest but Bruce cut him off. "Don't you think you owe an apology to Y/n- oh I'm sorry... I mean't Mrs Grayson." Bruce voice was stern, not anything like you've heard before.

That must have kicked in for Dick, because he instantly faced you, his face filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, Y/n."

"No, no, I should be apologizing, I-"

"Did nothing wrong." Bruce cut in. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "My son, had taken your emotions for him to advantage to save himself. Absolutely unacceptable.”

You stood up abruptly. “I’m the adult!” The sudden raise in voice made Dick jump, he looked nervously between the both of you.

Taking a deep breathe, you slowly sat back down. “Mr Wayne, I made the choice to go to his school, to lie to you, to lie to his teachers and classmates… I should be apologizing to you for overstepping, I had no right to go and do that.” You looked back to Dick smiling sadly. “He’s a great kid… I just-” the thought coming back to you as to why he lied in the first place.

“No it’s not!” Dick suddenly shouted. “I shouldn’t have ever called her, I shouldn’t have put her in a position to lie to you or my principal… I’m sorry, don’t let her take any of the fall.”

Bruce sat there for a moment just looking between the both of you. His expression was stoic and didn’t really tell you much about what he could possibly be thinking.

Just then he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Dick, your grounded, that is final... No after school activities for a week."

When he said that you saw Dick face suddenly drop, and he seemed to go and argue but must have remembered you were still sitting there. Whatever his after school activities were, he obviously didn’t wanna share with you.

Instead he nodded his head in understanding. “Okay, that’s fair…”

Bruce then turned his attention to you, which automatically made you sit up straighter. “Alfred should be waiting for you outside, I’ll see you when I get home.” He said all of this and not once taking his eyes off you.

Dick looked nervously between you two, he took a step closer to beside your chair, almost in a protective stance. “Uh, maybe Y/n should escort me to Alfred, I do tend to get lost around the building and-“

“Dick..” Bruce warned.

You smiled sadly, placing your hand on his shoulder he looked back down to you. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” Although you were so sure of that yourself.

He gave you a small smile, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “See you on the other side.” He said. Letting go of your hand and walking out of the office.

Looking back to Bruce who was still staring at you intently. You cleared your throat, shifting around in your seat to try and calm your nerves. “I will take any punishment you deem necessary.”

His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer. Until he let out a deep sigh. “Relax Y/n, I’m not going to punish you.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help but ask. It was a relief but still surprising.

“No, I only pretend like I was going to so Dick would think his actions would have gotten you in trouble too.” He leaned back in his chair, going back to typing on his computer.

“What? But why-“

“Right after the principal called me, I received another call from the lady at the front desk. She heard the whole conversation, especially the part of you defending him.” He glanced back to you. “She did some investigating, and well… the girls came forward. They both were willing to back up his story.”

“That’s great!” You perked up this time, feeling the relief set in finally.

“Apparently the principal was going to just go with the original story. She made sure that didn’t happen, and also didn’t fail to mention that the other parents would be involved.” He smiled softly at you.

This was great! A better outcome then you could’ve imagined. But- “Wait, what about me?”

“What about you?” He asked.

“It’s just… I still crossed a line, I mean, there’s gotta be a major HR issue about pretending to be your bosses kids mom and going to their school to get them out of trouble.” Saying it out loud definitely made it sound worse.

Bruce laughed, nodding in agreement to your statement. “Well, I do admit, it’s definitely a childish way of how things turned out, and I’m sure there’s some unspoken rule about that.”

“But?” You pushed on.

“But, you stuck your neck out for Dick, you beloved him and protected him in a way.. I think that’s enough to let it slide.” He shrugged, seeming satisfied with that explanation.

Nodding, you smiled fully this time. Taking the moment to enjoy Dick Grayson win. “He’s a great kid.”

“He is.” Bruce agreed. Standing up from his chair, he went to pass by you. “Although if I had to give some advise on the plan you two made.”

You looked up at him curious. He set a hand on top your shoulder and leaned down closer to your ear.

“I would’ve used the Wayne name instead.” He whispered. Pulling back, he smirked down at you. Seeing how your eyes widened and how you went speechless.

He squeezed your shoulder gently before walking out of his office, laughing as he shut the door.

You scoffed, taking a moment to compose yourself you got up to leave. Trying hard to lose the grin on your face.

@christianbalefanatic

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request genderfluid! Reader just chilling out with the strawhats. Maybe they have a devil fruit that lets them have complete control of their body (within reason). I imagine Luffy, Chopper and Franky find it very cool, chopper and robin definitely want to find out the limits of their devil fruit. Sanji gets very flustered by their changing (they definitely use their fem body to get more snacks) and shopping trips with Nami. The rest of the straw hats are pretty indifferent to their devil fruit power (unless you have a cool idea for them) Also feel free to play around with how the devil fruit works if you want!

This was more rambling then I expected, you don’t have to write about all the strawhats if that’s too much you can just pick your favourite!

Hello! Yes, absolutely. Ive never written Genderfluid!Reader before, so i hope i did it justice.

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Shifting Tides - Part 1

One Piece x Genderfluid!Reader

Part 2

The Thousand Sunny bobbed gently on a calm, glittering sea. No Navy. No bounty hunters. No chaos.

In other words: the perfect day to do absolutely nothing.

“Y/Nnnnn!” Luffy's voice echoed across the deck, limbs flailing as he bolted toward you. “Let me see the stretchy one again!”

You stretched your arm lazily above your head, grinning. “Stretchy one, huh? You mean this one?”

Your form rippled slightly as your body shifted—arms lengthening, fingers flexing like elastic, before snapping back into a different version of yourself. Taller. Buffer. Your voice a little deeper, cocking an eyebrow at Luffy.

“YOOOOOOO!” Luffy gasped, eyes sparkling. “THAT’S SO COOOL!”

Franky, polishing something vaguely explosive nearby, paused to adjust his shades and nod appreciatively. “That’s a super fruit you got there, bro! Sis? Bro-sis?”

You chuckled, morphing again mid-sentence—your frame shrinking slightly, hair flowing out longer, features softening. “I’m just me, Franky. But hey, you can call me whatever fits. I shift more than this ship does in a storm.”

Chopper practically popped out of the infirmary, notebook in hand and eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. “I have so many questions! Do your organs change? Your bones? What about your hormone levels—do you produce different amounts depending on your form?!”

You laughed and ruffled his hat, ignoring how Robin subtly appeared at your side, gaze curious but calm. “You’ll have to join the queue, Chopper. Robin’s been cataloging me like I’m a sentient encyclopedia entry.”

“I simply find the limits of your Devil Fruit fascinating,” Robin said with a small smile. “The Body-Body Fruit, was it? Total control of your own biology, within reason. Do you have to imagine the change or feel it?”

“Little of both,” you answered. “It’s not like drawing a picture—it’s more like… feeling myself stretch toward a different version of me.”

Robin tilted her head. “Have you ever considered turning into someone with wings?”

“Please don’t give them ideas,” Zoro muttered from his napping spot against the mast. “They’re weird enough already.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Love you too, sword boy.”

Sanji exited the kitchen right on cue, tray balanced on one hand. “Snacks are ready for—”

You switched to your more femme form with a flick of your wrist. Your hair bounced, your eyelashes batted, and your voice dropped to a sugary, singsong pitch.

“Saaaanjiii~ You’re so sweet to me~ Could I maybe get an extra plate? For all this shapeshifting, I really must replenish my calories~”

His nose erupted in a predictable geyser of blood as he collapsed backward with a dreamy sigh. “A-a-a-anything f-for you, mademoiselle…”

You winked at Nami, who had just walked up beside you with a shopping list.

“You’re so evil,” she said fondly, grabbing your arm. “Now c’mon. I need backup for the next island. Pretty faces get better discounts.”

“Just say you like shopping with me,” you teased, shifting seamlessly between forms as you posed dramatically. “This look or this one? Or maybe—” you flicked to something androgynous, long coat billowing behind you. “Battle-ready discount mode?”

Nami laughed, dragging you toward the helm. “Doesn’t matter, you’re paying half.”

Later, as the sun began to dip and the crew gathered for dinner, you relaxed in your favorite form—somewhere in-between. Hair tousled, voice warm and casual, you leaned back and watched your chaotic family bicker, laugh, and eat like pirates do.

Usopp was trying to convince Luffy he could also control his body with sheer will (“I can stretch my nose!” he claimed, yanking it violently). Brook played background music that didn’t match the tone at all. Sanji sneakily brought you another plate.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Zoro said, sipping from his sake cup, eyes half-lidded. “They change shape. So what?”

“Yeah,” you replied, mouth full. “And you fall asleep in every corner of the ship. We’ve all got talents.”

Robin smiled over the rim of her wine glass. “I think it’s nice. You’re truly yourself, however you choose to look.”

Luffy threw an arm around your shoulders. “You’re awesome! I wanna see what else you can do tomorrow!”

You leaned into him, grinning. “I’ll show you the stretchy one again, captain. But only if you don’t eat my dessert this time.”

“NO PROMISES!”

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It started innocently enough.

Chopper had asked to do some basic testing—nothing invasive, just a few form swaps, flexibility checks, a reaction speed test, maybe a tissue sample or two (he was very polite about that part).

Robin had also taken notes. Pages and pages of neat handwriting. You were about 60% sure she was planning to write a paper on you.

“Can you shift muscle mass instantly?” “Yup.” “What about vocal pitch without altering your throat?” “Sure.” “Can you make yourself taller and still retain agility?” “Wanna race?” “What happens if you do this—” poke

Meanwhile, Luffy sat cross-legged in the middle of the deck, watching with wide, fascinated eyes. He clapped every time you transformed. “DO THE TALL ONE AGAIN!” You stretched up into a tall, broad-shouldered build with a sly grin. “Like this?” “YEAHHH! SO COOOOOL!”

Zoro leaned against the rail, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

“…Y’know,” he said after a while, squinting, “it’s weird.”

“What’s weird?” you asked, flexing one arm in a very gratuitous show of your newest build. You had gone with an athletic look—abs on display, golden skin glinting with sweat. It was giving swordsman rival energy and you knew it.

Zoro shifted slightly, cheeks just the faintest bit pink. “I mean… not bad weird. Just weird.”

Usopp peeked out from behind a barrel. “Yeah! Like, one second you look like a cool dude, and the next you're a hot girl, and then you’re just… something else entirely! It’s like—like—brain static!”

You looked down at your current form, which was leaning into gender-neutral grace: lithe, sharp-featured, with a killer jawline and the longest lashes you’d ever conjured.

Then you looked back at Usopp.

“I cause brain static?” you said, smirking.

Usopp made a sputtering noise. “I—I didn’t mean—I mean, maybe! But like, in a cool way!”

You shifted forms again, landing in your soft, femme form—the one with the dewy eyes and curves that made Sanji short-circuit every time.

You turned toward him slowly.

“Sanji~” He was already mid-spin with heart eyes before you finished the first syllable.

“YES, MY LOVE?!”

“…Do you prefer this version of me?”

THUD. Sanji collapsed. Again. Chopper was beginning to consider a “Sanji Nosebleed First Aid Kit” specifically for you.

Luffy wandered over and poked your face. “So wait… when you’re like this, are you still the same you?”

“Yup,” you said easily, shifting again—now back to a masculine build with striking eyes and a lazy smile. “Still me. Always me.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Then how come I feel different when you change?”

You paused. “Different… how?”

He frowned hard. “Like… when you’re the tall guy version, I wanna fight you. But when you’re the pretty one, I wanna give you meat. And when you’re in-between, I just wanna sit next to you.”

There was a silence.

Usopp and Zoro both looked away. Sanji was still unconscious. Chopper looked mildly stressed.

You stretched your arms above your head, cracking your neck. “I think that just means you’re into me, no matter what I look like.”

“OH.” Luffy looked thoughtful. “...Cool.”

You smirked and dropped into a lounging position in a sunbeam. “You guys overthink this way more than I do.”

Zoro groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re too chill about this.”

You looked at him with a raised brow. “Why? You confused too?”

“…No.” “Yes,” Usopp whispered behind him. “Shut up, Usopp.”

Sanji groaned faintly from the deck. “Th-this is too powerful… weaponized attraction…”

You threw your head back and laughed.

“Y’all are lucky I’m nice. I could be so dangerous with this fruit.”

Robin flipped another page in her notes. “You already are.”

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It started during another chill day on the Sunny.

Nami had asked for your help at a merchant island—not because she needed it, but because shopkeepers tended to give you the “we-don’t-know-what’s-happening-but-we-like-it” discount.

You walked beside her in a charming, neutral look—cool, suave, just the right mix of soft and sharp.

She was talking about coral bracelets or something, but then she paused.

“…Wait,” Nami said, blinking at you. “Have you always had that jawline?”

You tilted your head. “Nope. Shifted it like ten minutes ago.”

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Then made a very quiet, very frustrated noise.

“…Do you ever not look attractive?” she muttered, mostly to herself.

You wiggled your eyebrows. “You noticing, Cat Burglar?”

Nami elbowed you in the ribs and stormed off muttering about “stupid sexy shapeshifters.”

Later, Robin walked beside you, arms folded elegantly, and said very softly:

“Do you find it enjoyable, causing identity crises in everyone on board?”

“Immensely,” you said, flipping your hair (which hadn’t been long ten seconds ago). “You feeling the brain static too, Robin?”

She hesitated. Then calmly said, “…I will neither confirm nor deny.”

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You didn’t have long to bask in your power.

Marines.

A small ship spotted yours, then sped toward it—clearly thinking a frontal assault on the Thousand Sunny was a good idea.

“Want me to take care of it?” you asked, already walking to the rail.

“No killing!” Luffy called from the deck.

“No promises,” you called back.

You were in your tall, femme form—long legs, battle-ready, impossibly elegant. You leapt onto the enemy ship mid-sprint.

“Hello boys,” you purred, one hand on your hip. “Need something?”

Half of them froze. The other half tried not to stare.

“We—we are here to apprehend—”

You shifted mid-sentence—taller, broader, a sharp masculine form with rolled-up sleeves and a very punchable smirk.

“Oh,” you said, cracking your knuckles. “You’re here to die.”

BOOM.

The deck exploded into screams and confusion as you pummeled through them—fluid, fast, a one-person hurricane. When one of them tried to run, you shrank into a petite, lithe body, dodging low and then slamming an elbow into his gut with brutal precision.

When the dust settled, you stood atop a pile of groaning Marines, adjusting your collar like it was just another Tuesday.

“Done.”

-------

Zoro invited you to train with him. That was a first.

You joined him in your most jacked, bulky form—biceps like tree trunks, tank top barely holding on. He eyed you once, nodded in approval, and threw you a sword.

You sparred for a while, clashing blades, sweat flying, both of you grunting in that way that said "respect earned."

Then, just as he swung for your shoulder, you ducked, spun, and shifted—

—into your smallest, most delicate-looking form. Wide eyes, sharp smile. A twirl and a flip over his blade.

Zoro froze. The sword missed you by a mile.

You landed behind him and whispered, “You always this easy to distract?”

He made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a gulp. “Don’t—do that.”

You winked. “What? Scared I’ll win cute too?”

-------

Later, you were lounging in the crow’s nest when Luffy climbed up beside you.

He flopped down, chin on your thigh like a lazy dog. “Hey.”

“Hey, Captain.”

“…What were you like before the fruit?”

You paused. Shifted forms once. Twice. A third time. Settled somewhere right in the middle.

“Mm,” you said. “Yes.”

Luffy blinked. “…What?”

You smiled. “Exactly.”

He giggled, kicked his legs lazily, and nodded. “Cool.”

You patted his head. He fell asleep ten seconds later.

---

You hadn’t expected it.

The Straw Hats were not a subtle crew, but they weren’t exactly known for heart-to-hearts either. Chaos? Absolutely. Fistfights? Daily. Group therapy? That was… new.

It started with a dinner.

You had walked in late—fresh from training, barefoot, a towel over your shoulders, and casually morphing from one body to another to get the stiffness out.

Tall to short. Femme to masc. A soft androgynous blend somewhere in the middle. Your muscles still ached pleasantly.

You sat down, yawned, and said, “Smells good.”

Sanji blushed so hard you worried he might combust.

The table was rowdy as usual—Luffy stuffing meat in his cheeks, Usopp talking with his hands, Nami counting coins, Franky yelling about cola, Brook asking someone to see their panties, Chopper taking notes on your post-training flexibility.

And then Robin—blessedly, elegantly, horrifyingly—spoke up.

“You know we love you, right?”

The table went dead silent.

Your brows raised. “Excuse me?”

Robin smiled faintly, eyes half-lidded. “All of us. In different ways, perhaps—but we do. No matter how you look, no matter what form you’re in.”

“YEAH!!” Luffy shouted around a mouthful of meat. “You’re YOU! That’s what matters!”

Chopper’s hooves flailed. “You’re so cool and strong and kind and funny and—I don’t care what you look like!!”

Nami leaned her chin on her hand. “Honestly, sometimes you’re prettier than me and I hate it—but you’re amazing. I trust you with my life.”

Usopp raised his cup. “I can’t even explain what I feel when I look at you. But it’s definitely… affection. And fear.”

Zoro huffed, arms crossed, eyes slightly averted. “…Tch. Doesn’t matter how you look. You’re a pain in the ass either way.”

“Translation,” Robin added smoothly, “is: Zoro also cares deeply.”

Franky jumped up, doing an exaggerated pose. “YOU’RE SUPERRRR! Doesn’t matter what body, gender, height, or hairstyle—if you’re one of us, you’re one of us! Forever!!”

Brook tilted his skull slightly. “I do not have eyes, but if I did, they would weep with admiration. You are lovely, my friend—no matter how you appear!”

Sanji, dead silent this whole time, stood awkwardly. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon. Slowly, he walked around the table, stopping right beside your seat.

You watched him.

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh… I’ve said a lot of dumb stuff. Probably still will. But…”

He crouched beside you, one hand reaching—not to grab, but to rest gently over yours.

“You’re beautiful. All the time. In all the ways. But it’s not about that. I love you because you’re you. You’re strong, and clever, and stupidly good at messing with my head—but you make the Sunny feel more like home.”

You stared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Sanji…”

He grinned, a little crooked. “You already knew, didn’t you?”

“Yep.”

The whole table groaned.

“You’re the worst,” Nami muttered.

You looked around, heart warm, body soft and relaxed in whatever form it chose. “You guys really mean it?”

Luffy gave you a big thumbs-up. “YEAH! You’re one of us!”

“You’re our crewmate,” Zoro said firmly. “No matter the body.”

Robin nodded. “And always loved.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “So does this mean I don’t have to do chores for a week?”

“NO,” everyone said at once.

You laughed so hard you almost fell off your chair.

Later that night, after the dinner, after the hugs, after the crew had dispersed into their chaotic sleep schedule, you sat at the bow of the Sunny—alone for a moment.

The wind blew through your hair—short, long, curly, straight. You didn’t even notice what form you were in anymore.

You were just… you.

And that was enough.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hello, I wanted to ask you for a smut of Ethan Landry, that the reader discovers that he is a ghostface when they are about to fuck but she does not care and they do it anyway.

I have not posted for Scream in a while, my apologies

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When Tara called you about the attack at the bodega, you felt a thrill of excitement.

You had seen pictures of past Ghostfaces online and some of them made you want to welcome them with open legs. Sam’s father was a total hottie when he committed the first murders in 1996. There was something about a man with a knife that made your panties dampen.

‘’Are you and Sam okay?’’

‘’Yeah. It was…brutal. And terrifying,’’ Tara said on the other side of the line, her voice still shaky. ‘’I’ve just gotten a normal life back, I don’t want to go through this again. And Sam—’’

A knock on your door stirred you from your phone call. ‘’Sorry, Tara. Eh, there’s someone at the door.’’ You glanced at the door and felt your heart race in your chest. ‘’I’m not expecting anyone though…’’

Tara’s breathing changed, getting traumatic flashes of her first attack. ‘’Don’t open! That’s how I was attacked last year.’’

The chances that she was right were slim, but not impossible. Since you were close friends with Tara, it made you part of the friend group…therefore a possible target. Ghostface could very well be standing on the other side.

You bit your tongue and held back from asking ‘who’s there?’, knowing it was a free ticket to your death. Instead, you check through the peep-hole.

‘’It’s Ethan,’’ you reassured Tara, seeing a curly haired awkward boy instead of the classic halloween mask. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow before class, okay?’’

You hung up and unlocked your door, letting Ethan in.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you had a late class tonight,’’ you said, drawing your eyebrows together. ‘’And why are you dressed like you’re going to a funeral?’’ You nodded your head at his unusual all black outfit.

‘’It finished twenty minutes ago.’’ Ethan slung off his backpack and put it down on the floor. It looked very full, how many books did he carry in there? ‘’My class. Not the funeral,’’ he felt the need to precise.

You chuckled, the soft sound echoing in the small apartment.

‘’I can’t stay long, I have an early class in the morning.’’

‘’Are we still having lunch together?’’

Ethan hummed and a rosy blush covered his cheeks as his eyes fell on your nightgown. He had spent the night over a few times, but very little clothes had been worn to bed. This satin number? He had never seen it before. Your breasts were free underneath and falling perfectly and your nipples were slightly poking through the thin fabric. It made his cock instantly swell.

‘’You sleep in that?’’ he asked, pointing at your nightgown.

‘’Yes, I sleep in that.’’

‘’Isn’t it a little dressed up for sleeping?’’

You rolled your eyes at his ‘men’ comment. ‘’Wearing nice pajamas is part of self-care.’’

‘’You wear that every night?’’ You nodded and Ethan fought a whine, jealously beaming at your bed attire. ‘’And the only pictures you send me are your face?’’

‘’If you want ‘goodnight’ nudes, you’re gonna have to earn them,’’ you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking an eyebrow. ‘’What’s your deal, Landry? I’m listening.’’

After a few propositions, you decided that getting railed into your mattress was a good enough deal...for one picture. Ethan’s dick was good, but you weren’t a fool. If he wants more nudes, he’ll have to offer more.

You tilted your head to the side as he kissed and nipped at your neck. No matter how many times you’ve been naked with him, it still shocked you how desperate Ethan was for you and your body. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, right below the hem of your nightgown. A part of him wanted to tear it off your body, but the other wanted to fuck you with it on. 

You left him to his dilemma and reached for the back of his shirt, trying to yank it off, but Ethan hissed in pain when he lifted his shoulder. He tried to cover it with a cough, but you had already seen the bruise the size of a grapefruit on your boyfriend’s side.

Sitting up and pausing your activities, you looked at him in concern. ‘’How did that happen?’’ You ghosted your finger over the purple-y red skin. 

Did he get into a fight? Did he get jumped after a late class? Campus is not safe at night, which is why you always carry something to defend yourself. But Ethan's not small or weak, the muscles underneath his polos can fight back.

‘’I…’’ Ethan drew his eyebrows, trying to come up with an explanation. ‘’It's nothing. I got hurt doing something stupid at the gym with Chad.’’

Last week? His explanation not making sense. The timeline didn’t add up. 

‘’You didn't have it three days ago when we rudely got interrupted in your dorm.’’

‘’I did,’’ he insisted. ‘’You…you must not have noticed it.’’ 

‘’But it’s so dark. It looks recent.’’ 

Ethan moved so the bruise was out of your sight, then sighed. ‘’Can we go back to kissing? I don't want to talk about this.’’ 

Instead of calming your worries, his words flared them up. ‘’Did someone do this to you? Oh my god, did he attack you too?’’

 ‘’No. It's not Ghostface. I wasn't at the bodega.’’ He took your hands in his to reassure you, but there was a flaw in his statement. 

‘’What do you know about the bodega?’’ you asked cautiously, remembering Mindy's words to be cautious about the love interest. 

His backpack was in the living room. If you went and checked its content, would you find a black robe and a mask, or just books?

‘’Sam and Tara got attacked tonight after leaving the police office, right? You told me while I was in class.’’

You shook your head, slipping your hand from his. You never mentioned the bodega to Ethan.

‘’I did not. I was on the phone with Tara when you arrived here. She was telling me what happened.’’

Ethan's heart raced, realizing he had spoken too much. Panic surged through his veins, urging him to flee, to hide, to deny any involvement, but he knew deep down that it was futile. You knew. 

‘’Was...was it you at the bodega? Did you attack Sam and Tara?’’ 

Your questions were simple, but terrifying from Ethan's shoes. He had been caught, unmasked. There was no escaping the haunting truth. His world would never be the same again. You would never see him the same.

He grabbed his shirt, about to leave, but you pulled him back by his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’

—

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[heaven4lostgirls]

hello there! I absolutely love your writing! :) may I request some lily evans or poly moonchaser? with a gender neutral reader if possible 🙇🏻 thank you!! 🫂

pairing: lily evans x gn!reader

summary: reader gets into a quidditch accident, lily is just a worried gal xx

content warnings: mention of injury and potential death

word count: 1k

author's note: my first time writing for lily! i hope you enjoy this x

You groan softly, your limbs feeling as though they have concrete slabs pulling them down. Your head aches at the bright lighting of what you’ve come to assume is the hospital wing hurts your eyes.

You shift slightly to attempt to sit up, but you can only shift a little further up the bed. Your movement must have brough attention to you as all the noise suddenly dissolves into thin air before someone’s hand is on your shoulder.

“Are they alive?” you hear a panicked whisper before a thump and an ‘ouch!’ drifts around the small area.

“Yes they’re alive you idiot.” You hear a different sharper voice answer in an angry tone.

The hand on your shoulder moves to cup your cheek before you blearily blink your eyes open, straining at the light.

A quick movement in your periphery before the room is bathed in a warm and dimmer lighting

Your eyes meet bright green that stares worryingly down at you, “Alright Evans?” you ask hoarsely, somewhat amused yet mostly nervous.

You watch as Lily’s concerned expression melts away into annoyance with hidden fondness within her forest green gaze, “You absolute prick.” She hisses, pushing your shoulder gently.

You make a big scene about it, flinching away which has her drawing back her physical contact immediately, looking close to tears.

Your teasing expression immediately drops, “Hey, hey Lils, I’m alright.” You rush to say.

She nods jerkily, still standing tense and eyes wide with worry. You breath out slowly, unlocking your gazes as you look around your bed.

Sirius, James, Remus and Peter all stand around your head, watching you in varying states ranging from disbelief, amusement and worry.

“Alright lads?” you huff a laugh and watch as Sirius and James’ smile back at you, albeit a bit strained.

“So how come I’ve got an audience?” you joke. Nobody laughs as an uncomfortable silence filters through the room.

You hesitantly reach your hand out for Lily, who hesitantly places hers in yours with a small smile.

You squeeze her hand reassuringly before turning to the boys.

“Well?” you prompt when nobody looks ready to answer your question. James winces, opening his mouth to speak before Lily beats him to it.

“You fell off your broom!” She says harshly, biting her lip so harshly that it starts to turn a pale white.

You slightly tug on her hand which has her looking at you before you pointedly nod towards her lip.

She lets go of it with a huff, “You got hit with a bludger, you went down so fast nobody even noticed until it was too late.” She whispers painfully and you wince in sympathy.

“Hey. It doesn’t even really hurt that much anymore, I swear I feel fine.” You promise her, not looking towards the boys.

She exhales shakily, meeting your eyes once again as hers fill with tears, “You don’t get it!” she says harshly, a couple of tears escaping her eyes.

You coo softly, lifting a hand to wipe them away before she bats your hands away, wiping them herself.

You sigh, turning back to the marauders, “Hey guys, can you give us a minute?” you say sheepishly as Lily tries to compose herself.

They all nod comfortingly, sifting out as a pack with well wishes and promises to come back later.

“Will you sit with me?” you ask softly, opening your arms and shuffling further into the hospital bed.

She looks a little weary, eyeing your frame in suspicion before you huff, grabbing one of her hands and tugging softly. She lets out a gasp of surprise before giggling slightly and climbing into the small bed.

You both intertwine your limbs as you cuddle on the uncomfortably small bed, your head resting on her chest as she runs her hand through your hair. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You murmur into her ivory skin.

She hums in affirmation, pausing running her hands through your hair before she tugs your head back to meet her gaze.

“I was so scared,” she whispers, fear shaking her voice. “You weren’t moving for so long and I thought- I thought…” her voice breaks and subsequently so does your heart.

“I’m right here okay?” you rush to reaffirm her, “I’m right in front of you okay?” you soothingly tell her, grasping one of her hands and placing it on your chest, letting her feel your heartbeat.

“I’m right here.” You say again and she nods, sniffling harshly before pressing a firm kiss on your forehead.

“You’re right here.” She tells herself, rearranging the two of you until she’s the one on your chest.

You twirl her auburn curls around your finger as you run your fingers lightly over her arms.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur, breaking the silence in the room.

You can’t tell whether Lily’s blushing from your view but she does hide her face in your chest with a small groan so you can put two and two together.

You laugh softly, continuing to play and braid with her hair as you two peacefully co-exist in silence before you notice Lily’s breathing starting to get deeper as she falls asleep against your chest.

You smile lovingly down at her, in awe of her beauty before Madam Pomfrey opens up the curtains surrounding your bed slowly.

You meet her unimpressed expression with a guilty smile and a half hearted shrug. She  shakes her head in fondness before softly going over your symptoms with you.

“Any pain?” she asks at last.

You hesitate and she pins you with a maternal stare, “…some.” You concede.

She huffs, scribbling it down on her notepad with a sigh before looking pointedly at the redhead in your hold.

“I don’t suppose you’ll let me wake her up so I can do your physical exam?” she asks, sniffing pointedly.

You smile wide,  “Nope.” You reply cheerfully, popping the ‘p’. You’re sure she doesn’t actually mind by the way she muffles a laugh and conducts the rest of the interview mindful of her volume.

Once she’s left with strict instructions to call her as soon as Lily wakes up, you find yourself being lulled back to sleep by the rhythmic thumping of Lily’s heart as you lean back to rest your head against your pillow.

With quiet grumbling, Lily snuggles into you deeper as you wrap your arms around her, both dozing off in mere seconds.

[poppitron360]

Big “I’m Back, Bitch” post after my Hiatus.

Hello All!

This is kinda just intended for close moots or anyone who was worried about me or is interested in Poppi’s Personal Life Lore, just to keep you guys up to speed on how I’m doing after some time away and what to expect from me in 2025.

SO MUCH has happened in the two months I was away from Tumblr so for starters, here is a brief list of updates I have about My life/Fandoms/General shenanigans in no particular order

- The Ithaca Saga came out and it was AMAZING. I completely ignored my stockings that Xmas morning and instead just listened to it. By the time Christmas day was over I’d already listened to it about six times.

- Yes I was at the watch party along with 206,000 other people. It was truly historical.

- The Helluva Boss sinsmas special came out and almost made me cry. It’s been a while since I was posting about that show, but dw I still watch it

- I’m now on book 3 of Magnus Chase and YES YOU WERE ALL ABSOLUTELY CORRECT I LOVE ALEX SO MUCHHHHH. Expect some Alex Fierro/Fierrochase/Jack x Riptide content from me soon

- The Star Wars Disney+ shows are better than they’ve been since Mandolorian Season One.

- HAPPY 2025!!! This can’t be a real year. 2017 was still last year. No way we’re halfway through the 20s already.

- I had a BIG LIFE UPDATE that for personal reasons I can’t share online but it was BIG and also GOOD and I’m really proud of it. It was also unexpected and not the reason I took time off for. Idk why I’m including this bc I can’t really say anything about it but I need y’all to know that something good happened. It seems like when I vent about personal stuff here I only talk about the bad but good stuff does happen sometimes too.

- I got a weighted blanket for xmas. It’s so cozy and I love it.

- I have started getting into making OCs. Some for fandoms, some not.

- Penelope is now my favourite character in Epic.

- I’ve been writing this fanfic about the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace going on a TLT-style quest together so stay tuned to either read that or watch me give up on it and then just infodump about the plot I would’ve written if I’d had the energy

- I’m finally caught up on The Amazing Digital Circus

- I’m finally caught up on Agatha All Along (I still have the last episode to watch)- I think Joe Locke is stuck playing Sad Gay Baby-bois for the rest of his carrer now.

- Joel Smallishbeans won Wild Life and Grian is making 7hr Hermitcraft videos now.

- I performed in a play

- I have a 133-day streak on Duolingo!!

- Technically my one year Hyperfixation anniversary of Percy Jackson! I count it as the first Wednesday after Christmas as that’s when I watched the TLT musical for the first time. Because of this, whenever I doodle an SPQR tattoo on my arm when I’m bored, I will now draw two lines under it instead of one.

- Less than one month into 2025 and I can already predict that “The Challenge” is gonna be my top song of the year on Spotify

- Overall, I’ve just been trying my best to relax and take it easy, and I think I succeeded, which is good because that’s what I needed.

Now for the slightly less lighthearted stuff. I need to set a few things straight, for myself more than anything.

Firstly, I want to clarify that mentally I'm fine. I realise my leave was sudden and might’ve worried some people, and I apologise, but I am safe. You don't have to worry about my health or wellbeing.

This too will pass, and you'll get more dedicated, hyperobsessed Poppi back again once this has all blown over. Although, the aforementioned “BIG GOOD LIFE UPDATE” might complicate things.

Holidays are a stressful time for me, as I’m sure they are for you. With that on top of work and life stuff I needed to shed some mental load and unfortunately Tumblr was the first thing to go. And it will be the first thing to go again when something else stressful shows up. Adulting is hard you guys.

I've made it no secret that I've had some stressful stuff going on in my life these past few months. Yes, I am back from hiatus. Yes, I'm taking the time to rest and take care of myself. But I do not have the physical capacity to fully administrate a Tumblr blog on top of everything else right now.

So from now on, things are gonna be a little bit different around here. I won't be making posts every day and I won't be writing large fanfics or working on any complex fanarts.

I will need to take more hiatuses as things pile up.

I don’t know when exactly, but consider it a fact (unless I say otherwise) that this will happen again.

I know a lot of you will be understanding but I want to set these rules for myself so I don't feel any pressure from my brain to provide for you all. As I'm sure most of you will relate, I have a kinda all-or-nothing attitude to my interests, and as of this point in my life I can't afford to give my all to my blog. So expect a lot less from me these next few months.

Also, still nothing on the Autism Assessment Application stuff, in case anyone was wondering about that. This is the reality of living under the NHS. But by talking to people I’ve still been able to get the help and support that I need regardless of a diagnosis. And I also have a bunch of fidget toys now!!

Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I neither assume nor expect everyone will bother reading this so thank you for taking the time if you did. I wanted to put all of this in one post so I don’t need to keep talking about this and boring y’all with personal details in case you’re not interested. On with the fun fandom fiascos!!

I thank you all for your patience and being so kind and considerate while I needed some rest. I could not hope for a more awesome corner of the internet to exist on. Love you all. Stay safe. I’ll see you soon!

— Poppi <3

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[vodika-vibes]

Hello hello! Congrats on your 650 followers! I saw you had requests open so here I come bc I love how your mind thinks 😌

Commander Fox, Regency AU (or similar to Bridgeton kinda vibes)

But a more will they/wont they type of thing (Happy ending tho, maybe bit of angst??) but similar to Bridgerton where they have ‘the season’ or the courting season.

I just feel that foxy boy had great Duke Hastings vibes and I’d love to see how you run with this idea!

Our Unending Dream

Summary: You like to think you’re a little more reasonable than some (most) of your peers. You’ve never been one for flights of fancy or prone to the vapors. People don’t get under your skin because you don’t allow them to. With one, very notable, exception.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 977

Prompt: Regency Era

Warnings: None

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A/N: So, full disclosure, I've never watched Bridgerton so I was kind of making it up as I go. In any event, I hope you like it! It's also shorter than the other, and I'm sorry for that.

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When your aunt informed you that she was throwing a Salon for you and your cousin, you thought it would be for your cousin’s birthday celebration. A young lady doesn’t turn 21 every day, after all.

And stars know that your poor cousin deserves to have people paying attention to her, at least for one day.

It was, as it happens, a rather foolish assumption.

“I think Mother is trying to kill me,” Your cousin whispers to you an hour after the Salon starts and she’s able to extract herself from the group of well-wishers who have been hovering around her since the party started.

“I think she’s trying to marry you off.” You counter as you take a sip of your fruity drink, “Or have you not noticed that all of your shadows are noble men?”

She shoots you a look, “This Salon is for both of us. Why don’t you have any suitors?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? I’m unmarryable.”

“According to whom!?” Your cousin demands, offended on your behalf.

“Myself.”

She shoots you another look, “Some day, cousin of mine, you’re going to fall in love with a man and I’m going to laugh myself sick.”

“Well, then. In deference to your health, I shall simply have to join a convent.”

She elbows you roughly, “Darling, you can’t drink wine at a convent.”

“The things I do for family,” You muse dramatically.

She laughs, which has the misfortune of drawing the attention of her suitors once more, and she hides her sour face behind her fan, “Back to the trenches I go.” She says with a sigh before she sweeps away, her voluminous pink dress swirling around her feet.

You smother your laughter with ease and lift your wine glass back to your lips to take another sip. If nothing else, watching your cousin try and fend off her suitors will be amusing.

It’s not as if anyone is interested in you, after all.

Though, despite what you said to your cousin, there is one man who you wouldn’t mind paying attention to you. Tragically, he’s both not here and is not an acceptable partner for you…according to your Father and his wife.

Tragic.

Heartbreaking, even.

You glance away from your cousin as someone comes to a stop near you, and a flash of red and white catches your attention. A very specific pattern of red and white.

Marshal Commander Fox is standing next to you, still dressed in his armor, with a small grin playing on his handsome face. 

“Commander! I wasn’t aware that you had been invited,” You say as you focus your attention on him.

“I was not.” He admits with a shrug, “Technically, I’m crashing the party.”

“Shame on you.”

“Yes, yes. I’m an awful man, I know.” His small grin grows wider at his words, “What can I say, all of the lovely ladies dressed in their finest? I simply had to see for myself.”

You shoot him a slightly amused look, “Funny.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I might believe you if you were looking at anyone else.”

He laughs, “Well, you are the loveliest lady here.” Fox replies with a flirty grin.

“Thank you,”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do. You always do.”

Fox releases a sigh, “You’re turning me down again, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t want you to run afoul of my father.” You remind him, “He could ruin you.” And that’s the problem, isn’t it? No matter how much you like Fox, no matter how much you might love him, your Father would ruin him.

And you can’t let that happen.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips, and you chance a glance at his face. He looks unhappy, and your heart clenches painfully. You put that look on his face. This is your fault.

Fox’s gaze locks with yours, and a slow smile crosses his face, “Run away with me.”

“...I beg your pardon?”

“My whole unit is being transferred, we’re moving to the other side of the country. Come with me.” Gently, he takes your free hand and lightly runs his calloused fingers across the palm of your hand, making you shiver. 

“Fox—”

“I can’t give you the life you grew up with,” He interrupts, “There’s no glitz or glamour. You won’t be able to throw these types of garden parties, and you’ll probably have to get a job.” Fox lists, “It’s not going to be easy, even I know that. But no real relationship is.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he continues in a rush, as if afraid of what you might say before he can make his full argument.

“And I know you, beautiful. You’ve always hated this kind of stuff. You hate the frilly dresses, the complicated hair-dos, and the jewelry that costs as much as a house.” Fox speaks quickly, his gaze searching your face, “You always complain about how bored you are, how shallow your peers are, how you can’t talk to anyone because all they want to talk about are their social lives—”

“Fox,” You interrupt him buy reaching up and pressing a finger against his lips.

He trails off and looks down at you. A look os anxious anticipation on his face.

You favor him with a soft smile, “Do you think I could get hired at the local library?”

Fox looks surprised for a moment, “Wait…does that mean—?”

“Nothing would make me happier than to go with you,” You whisper to him.

He squeezes your hand, “Then we’d better run before your parents catch us,” Fox replies with a wide grin, “Thorn is already ordained, and Thire promised to be our witness.”And you giggle as you allow him to sneak you out of the party. Your life is going to be harder now, you know. But it’s worth it. He is worth it.

[clemblog]

Caine’s Lesson - Part 8

•

A few days had passed, Gummigoo having spent said days slowly chipping away at a pistol for Poms! It was sleek and a lot smaller than what he was used to, perfectly weighted to the sizing of Poms hands! He grinned as he gave it a final check over.

"Nice one Gummi, another perfect piece, just like Pa taught you!" He hummed happily to himself, leaning to pick up a paint brush from his tool kit to write Poms name on it. That way anyone would know from a first glance that it was hers.

He took a few moments to careful write 'Pommy' in curly writing to go along with the rest of the style of the weapon.

Now, all he had to do was go pester his Ma and see if she had any spare holsters lying around!

"Maaaaaa?"

"Yes Gummigoo?"

"Ya got any old holsters lying around?"

"I'm not sure, we might! If you come stir this pot of soup for me, I can take a look!"

Gummigoo hummed at this, walking into the kitchen. He handed over the pistol to his Ma as he took the ladle from her.

"Ooh! What a beauty, my boy." She cooed, softly as she looked it over. "I'm sure we have a perfect holster for your friend Poms."

"Thanks Ma." Chuckled Gummigoo, stirring the soup his Ma was working on. If he had to guess it was most likely a gummy fish based stew.

A few moments later Ma walked back into the room, holding a ruby red leather holster in her hand.

"Oh! Ma, are you sure?" Spoke Gummigoo, eyes widening slightly.

"You know I don't shoot anymore Gum, besides I trust Poms. She seems like a fine young lady." Nodded Ma, gently placing the holstered pistol in his hands. "Now shoo! Out my kitchen, I got meals to cook."

Pomni was just relaxing in the barn, it was hot day today, so she didn't exactly feel like being out in the sun. She looked up when Gummigoo entered the barn, hands behind his back.

"O-Oh! Hey Gummigoo, what's that?"

"It's a surprise, for you Pommy~" He grinned. "Made it myself."

Pomni's eyes widened slightly as she looked over the item, taking it slowly from his hands.

"W-Wow- Gummigoo- I don't know what to say-" She eeked, slowly.

"How about whether or not you'll be joining me and the lads on our trip tomorrow~?"

"O-Oh absolutely!"

"Snazzy, I'll get Max and Chad to get you a ride before tomorrow-"

"Wait- Gummigoo, do you mean a horse-"

•

"So, Ragatha, you feeling any better?" Hummed Zooble, curiously.

"A little!" Smiled Ragatha, sheepishly. "I'm not really thinking of Pomni so much anymore- I'm still worried about her- But it's not like taking over my life- Like I’m still worried but I can do other things-“

“We got it Rags, don’t worry.” Mused Zooble.

“Y-Yeah! It’s nice to hear you’re feeling better.” Nodded Gangle in agreement. She was still drawing, but was now drawing things for herself or what she wanted to make or plan out. Apparently it was a break, but Ragatha didn’t really see that as a break in her honest opinion- Gangle was happy though, so she left it be!

It just meant she could start to theorise on what to make Gangle as a present!!

Truth be told, with everyone sat talking together, Caine having been absent from the circus for a week now. Jax was feeling rather… lonely. Even [————-] got lonely- But that was the downside of being, well an [—-]. Nobody stuck around much in situations like this.

So, he’d decided to get even more familiar with the circus, see if their where anymore secrets to find! They might be useful! You never know- You can never do enough slinking around!

He’d been walking around for a few minutes when he found a door he’d never seen before, it looked old and untouched. Except for the disturbed dust on the floor, indicating the door could in fact open.

“Hello door! You don’t mind if I-“ He hummed, opening it and stepping inside.

What Jax wasn’t expecting to find was Caine, however.

“Uh- Caine, buddy? I didn’t realise this was how I got to you-“

“JAX!” Exclaimed Caine with a large grin. “You made it just in time to go on your next adventure!”

“Oh an adventure? Finally~ Let me go get the others-“

“Nono, theirs no time! Off you go!”

Jax found himself being engulfed by a portal before he could get another word on.

“CAINE- HANG ON A [—————] SECOND-“

“I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR SOLO ADVENTURE JAX! PERFECTLY CURATED BY YOURS TRULY- NOW I MUST GO HYDRATE, YOU’VE GOTTA GO DO THAT MULTIPLE TIMES Y’KNOW-“

•

“Uh… Max- Chad- I don’t really know how to ride a horse-“

“Don’t worry! It’s easy as riding a bike!”

“Exactly!”

“Uhm… Okay-“

“You’ve got this!”

Max then proceeded to slap the butt of the horse, causing it to charge off with Pomni sat in the saddle.

“OH GOD- MAX- CHAD! HELP ME- STOP STOP STOP- SORRY- SORRY- HORSIE- PLEASE- SLOW DOWN- I DON’T KNOW HOW TO STEER YOU- IVE NEVER DRIVEN A HORSE BEFORE- UH- GUMMIGOO?! LOU?! MA?! ANYONE? MAXXXXX I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP- CHAD PLEASE- PLEASEEEEEE- YOU GUYS ARE. THE. WORST. GUMMIGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

That’s to say Gummigoo wouldn’t be leaving Pomni alone with Max and Chad again anytime soon. He took over Pomni’s riding lessons, and after a few laps of the field, Pomni was feeling a lot more confident with her new mare! She decided on naming her jingles. She was a very sweet blue and pink coloured gummy horse. The sweet girl was anxious just like her but she could run fast! Pomni had no doubt that the horse could help her travel and keep up with the trio of bandits on their next adventures!

This was nice, building up a home, some skills and a form of transportation. It helped make her feel more human.

Part 9

[moonselune]

Hello! I love that you write requests! I hope it's at least half as enjoyable for you to write as it is for us to read! You are so lovely, so wonderful, and so deeply appreciated <3. cringy request: wyll x reader tav. only just begun sharing a tent, but no further. waking wyll from a nightmare in the middle of the night and Making Him Feel Safe and Loved (if relevant or extra invested, tav being a female elf druid would be lovely too). Thank you!!

Oh Wyll my beloved, my baby boy, my precious, I'm sorry I had to hurt you ☹ but tav is gonna make it better xoxoxox

TW: Mizora

Wyll x F!Elf!Druid!reader

The night was still, the camp bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. The only sounds were the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft crackling of the campfire. Inside the tent you now shared with Wyll, the air was warm and filled with a sense of newfound intimacy. You had only recently begun sharing a tent, a small yet significant step in your deepening relationship.

Wyll lay beside you, his brow furrowed in his sleep, caught in the throes of a nightmare. You could hear his soft murmurs and see the tension in his body, the involuntarily whimpers that crawled out his mouth. Your heart ached for him, and you found yourself hovering your hand over him, unsure how he would react to you waking him up.

As Wyll’s murmurs turned into anguished cries, you dismissed any concerns and reached out, gently shaking his shoulder. “Wyll, wake up,” you whispered, your voice soothing and gentle. "Wyll, please-"

He awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were wide with fear, and it took a moment for him to realize where he was. You involuntarily flinched before drawing him towards you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close, a hand running through his hair, lightly touching his horns. “You’re safe. It was just a dream.”

Wyll’s body trembled as he clung to you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “It felt so real,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Mizora… she was there-”

You stroked his back, offering him comfort. “She can’t hurt you here,” you said firmly. “I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

"She wasn't doing it to me, she was doing it to you." Wyll pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours. There was a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely let anyone see. You froze slightly, seeing his shattered heart in his eyes, he was truly fearful, for you.

"Wyll, my love, I promise you whatever Mizora was doing to me, I will be doing much worse to her when we get you out of this pact." You promised, offering him a small smile, "So don't be scared for me, be scared for her."

Wyll broke out into a laugh, and he wiped the tears that were streaming down his face, leaning back into your embrace.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you smiled gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You could still tell he wasn't fully content with your reassurances so some good ol' fashioned distraction was going to be required. “You know,” you began, a playful glint in your eyes, “being the scary druid that I am, it has its perks. There was this one time I turned into a squirrel to spy on some bandits…”

Wyll’s lips twitched into a small smile, his interest piqued. “A squirrel?” he repeated, his tone incredulous.

You nodded, your smile widening. “Yes, a squirrel. I thought I’d be stealthy, but I ended up getting distracted by some acorns. The bandits saw me, and instead of being afraid, they started feeding me.”

Wyll chuckled, the tension in his body easing. “So much for a fearsome spy,” he teased.

You laughed, the sound light and infectious. “I know, right? And then there was the time I turned into a deer to avoid some hunters. I forgot how skittish deer can be, and I ended up running in circles for a good ten minutes before I remembered I could change back.”

Wyll’s laughter grew, the sound warming your heart. “You must have looked quite the sight,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Oh, I did,” you agreed, grinning. “And let’s not just last week when I turned into a cat to catch a mouse in camp. I was so focused on the mouse that I didn’t notice Scratch had taken an interest in me. I spent the next half hour running from a very enthusiastic Scratch who thought I was a new playmate.”

Wyll’s laughter filled the tent, the sound rich and genuine. “I would have paid to see that,” he said, his eyes shining with mirth.

"I'm sure Karlach will tell you all about it," You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “The point is, -and this isn't going to be some wholly refined Ravengard life lesson but,- sometimes things don’t go as planned, but it’s important to find the humor in it,” you said softly. “Even in the darkest times, there’s always a reason to laugh.”

Wyll’s expression softened, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “That’s what I’m here for,” you said. “To remind you that you’re not alone, and that you’re loved.”

Wyll’s eyes softened, and he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. “I love you,” he murmured against your lips.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart swelling with affection.

As you settled back down, Wyll wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. The nightmare seemed a distant memory now, replaced by the warmth of your presence and the sound of your shared laughter. In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

Hope you like it ! - Seluney

[sereonhardware]

Hi!! so this is the person who requested Tyr wanted to specify after your post if you could talk abt his past? Since in your thing he's full Jotun how did he get accepted into Asgard, also if you don't mind what's his relationship with Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, and Freyr like? (I love your art and design for Tyr pls keep drawing <33)

Hello Anon and thank you for resending your ask! You didn’t need to… But I appreciate it anyhow, and you’re in luck! I just happened to be brainstorming it for a few days now.

And thank you! I absolutely will be drawing because I like the story I’m developing and I’m happy there’s a few people who can invest even a little bit of their time into my works…! I provided doodles too so enjoy.

Firstly, yes, Tyr is a full Jotunr, he’s supposed to be an animalistic kestrel bird with werewolf elements. He is Hymir and Hrodr’s son. His family wasn’t super rich but they mostly relied on hunting and had a few servants that were more like distant relatives, Tyr was their only son and they loved their silly boy, he took a liking to battling and weaponry and despite him being aloof when it came to being tutored, he was a smart boy. Tyr was polite and mostly unthreatening, he was a mama’s boys that got into minor arguments with his father but they were still family regardless. As he got older, he had a lot of dreams he wanted to pursue early! Be a warrior, be a protector, things like that but he was only about 14 and a young child with ADHD being told that “You need to wait.” Is gonna tick him off but he obeyed, he was bored with his life in his parents house so sometimes he went hunting on his own, not staying out for more than 2 days because his mom and dad would be concerned.

*I don’t have a Hymir or Hrodr design yet🥲sorry!

One day in the mountains and forests, he found a funky looking sword while he was resting. He thought it was shiny so he grabbed it and brought it with him up into the trees. It was until later when he was woken up by someone yelling about their missing sword, naturally Tyr peeked down and found a young Thor (around his age) alone and very pouty that he lost his sword. Tyr being the friendly guy pops down like “Hey, is this yours?” and while Thor was a bit blindsided by his sudden presence, he thanked him and introduced himself. Thor and Tyr met in the woods of Jotunheim when Thor was out journeying with his dad and Tyr happened to be around the same area, the twos boys shared the same interest and equal amounts of rebellion where they REALLY don’t enjoy being controlled or told what to do unless they want to do it! Teenagers and preteens you know?

The two boys naturally hit it off and after hours of hanging out and Odin’s fuckass finally finding Thor and getting rightfully scolded by his ravens because what do you mean you lost your son in the land of the enemy and you JUST came to us for help? Tyr and Thor were inseparable buddies, they fought a little, playfought and Tyr even helped Thor get food by hunting together.

Odin and Vé (Who does actually exist in the story, he and Hœnir/Vili are newer additions) were slightly shocked at the fact that Thor was happily hanging out with a random jotun boy but while Odin was mentally exhausted and was ready to take Thor home without acknowledging Tyr, Vé had a different idea and talked to the two boys. Thor told Vé that he and Tyr were friends and they should take him in cuz he’e really cool and he has the same aspirations as he does! It only took some more moments of seeing Tyr and Thor continuously play fight and bite eachother playfully to convince Vé yeah sure! We’ll take that boy in! Odin at this point was too exhausted to say anything but “What the hell. Ok man. Can we go home. My wife is gonna kill me.”

I still haven’t FULLY completed Tyr’s backstory, his thing with his parents is messy but Tyr DOES get into the Æsir that way and promises his parents that when he finds himself ready, he’ll come back home. And the reason why the Bifrost doesn’t just kill the poor guy is because he can fly, in fact that’s how he, Heimdallr and Loki get in, they usually swim or fly their way back home without stepping on the bridge.

Also I absolutely WILL talk about Tyr’s relationships! I like Tyr a lot, he’s not a favorite of mine but he is very close and I am incredibly fond of him.

Heimdallr -

Heimdallr and Tyr are good friends, Heimdallr never got too close with Tyr because Tyr and Thor’s extroverted nature was too much for him but despite that, Heimdallr found Tyr to be easier to talk to since he had a more lax nature and was more of a listener. Tyr likes Heimdallr a lot too, he’s always liked being friends with anyone he sees and Heimdallr was one such fellow especially since they were both full Jotunr. When it comes to their interactions, Tyr generally is always the one to drag Heimdallr to feast, he’ll willingly walk Heimdallr back home and he’s pretty open with Heimdallr, hanging out with him at his post even if the two don’t really talk. Heimdallr basically has a crush on anyone who talks to him for a continuous amount of time so there is some romantic connotations with their relationship but it never goes anyway and Tyr is married to Eir so yeah. (Yeah sorry I don’t really believe the Zisa is Tyr’s wife theory, and also healer x warrior dynamic did things to me)

Baldr —

The two aren’t really close, the two don’t talk or come to see eachother often but they don’t have any bad blood. Baldr has friendly interactions with everyone and Tyr thinks of everyone as “My comrade slash friendly associate until they tell me they hate me and try to kill me like for reals”

Thor —

As I explained earlier, inseparable buddies and best friends. They got a bit distant as they grew but they were the type of friend to not meet for an extended period of time and yet they’ll still be hanging out like nothing happened. They know eachother the best and Thor even has a little hanging bed (I forgor what it was called) in his house cuz Tyr basically refuses to sleep at his house, Tyr likes to sit on Thor’s shoulders (Since Thor is like 7 foot something? Tyr’s like 5’11, he is comically tiny compared to him) and the two aren’t aware of one another’s weaknesses and strengths. The two however have become slightly awkward because of the whole Jotun killer thing but the two have equally decided to ignore it. Otherwise, the two are good buds and would be gym bros in the modern era.

Freyr —

Ahaha. (Looks at my Freytyr art and fics)

Freyr and Tyr are good buds and also bestfriends. Freyr kinda hated Tyr at first because he is the type of guy to dance around I hate yous like. “I mean, you’re just kind of alot you know?” and Tyr being too stupid to actually recognize it but the two actually became close with Tyr just being really dense with Freyr’s over-the-top, sarcastic attitude and Freyr just being cool with him like his bro. Freyr is also pretty playfully flirty with everyone with like commenting on his friend’s appearance and it kinda did things to Tyr. Tyr is attracted to the type of person whose very assertive and confident which is exactly what Freyr is and Freyr is very clear with it. Tyr did like Freyr romantically but also he wasn’t really sure what Freyr felt, not that he was scared Freyr didn’t reciprocate but the guy is a god of love… What’s to say that this flirting is just something natural to him? He doesn’t think too much into it and Tyr isn’t really that special. Freyr leans very hard into not being monogamous but also not polyamorous? He’s very non committal so Tyr feels a bit better about it and he does try to give romantic interaction back in the ways he knows how(Staring at them) but it doesn’t really make him feel any better.

Thank you for the ask! Have this extra doodle, I’m experimenting with artstyles fight now so please don’t mind how inconsistent my art is…

[rebelrebelwrites]

Did someone already ask about Oak Park for the WIP game?

They did not, and I appreciate you asking! Summoning all of my emotional fortitude to answer this because hello anxiety (cue the Jason Isbell song), but this one is my current WIP; an original novel.

The Summary: Historical preservationist Charlotte Harper accepts an assignment in Oak Park, Illinois to authenticate an unprecedented find: letters found between famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright's first wife, Catherine, and his most maligned (and first female) employee, Marion Mahony. When the letters stand to prove that much more was between the two women than previously believed, Charlotte sets out to unravel the true history... the only thing standing in her way? Sam, the self-satisfied but infuriatingly charming preservation carpenter on the project, who found the letters in the first place.

The Gist: A story told in 2 parts—of self-discovery and romance for Charlotte and Sam, as well as Marion and Catherine in the not-too-distant past.

The Snippet:

"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asks.

"You know, I think that's the second time today you've asked me that," Sam says. A trickle of shame shivers down Charlotte's back, but she ignores it.

"It’s still a valid question," she says.

"What do you think, Charlie?" he asks, a little exasperation bleeding into his amusement. "I live here."

“You... live here,” she repeats.

“Funny, we didn’t use to have an echo in here,” he smarms. “Yes. Me and Philly boy, Philly boy and I. Frank’s the first floor, we’re the second. Assume you’re taking the attic?”

“Well, I was,” she says. “Now I’m not so sure.”

“C’mon now, Chuck. You don’t need to worry about me.” Laughter lights up his eyes, and she notes green threaded with specks of gold. “I’ve already forgiven you for this morning. No need to be embarrassed. Besides–” his tongue flicks between his teeth, a teasing taste of his own smile. “I like a woman on top.”

His grin grows. Glows. Charlotte can’t help but stare at the sheer gall of it.

“Wow,” she manages. “You’re. Wow.”

“Effortlessly charming? I know, I know. But we should keep this professional.” He winks—again—before bursting into real laughter at the look on her face: something halfway between horror and disbelief.

“Relax, relax,” he says, “Look, I’m sorry, but you make it too easy.” He holds up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll be good, yeah?”

Charlotte sighs, low and long. “Professionalism. Right.”

She turns toward the narrow stairway, but before she can steal away, Frank emerges from the entrance to his apartment, dark eyes darting between them. 

“Oh! Sam, good. I just found the key to Charlotte’s apartment. Do you mind showing her? The stairs–”

“No worries, Frankie. I got it. D’you–?” Sam bends a little to rub at Phil the Great’s belly, letting go of his leash. Wordlessly, Frank beckons the dog forward with a few light taps on his thigh. Charlotte can’t help but be impressed when he immediately obeys, padding forward into Frank’s apartment.

“He can keep me company for a bit,” Frank agrees. He hands Sam a key before turning to her. “I hope you don’t mind. These stairs are a bit tricky for my old knees.”

“Of course; I don’t mind. Not at all,” Charlotte says, still halfway up the first step.

“Bless you,” he says, mustache twitching. “Let me know if you have any questions once Sam’s done showing you around.”

“I will. Thank you.” He nods, then shuffles back into his apartment, leaving the door slightly ajar. Charlotte stares after him, feeling a bit bereft until warm knuckles nudge her elbow. 

She starts; looks over her shoulder at Sam, her brain short-circuiting a little at the unexpected touch and how close he’s hovering behind her. He meets her stare with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Only one way to go, Chuck,” he says, tilting his chin up. The movement draws her attention to his throat; the bob of his Adam’s apple, and a spiky something scratches in her chest before she shakes her head, pushing it away.

Her spine stiffens. “Right,” she says. She turns forward and starts to climb.

She’s glad she didn’t force Frank to show her the apartment as they wind their way up the narrow staircase, passing what must be Sam’s place on the second floor, before ascending to the attic. 

The third-floor landing is definitely cramped. Sam has to stoop to avoid hitting his head, and they're a little closer than Charlotte considers comfortable, crowding each other and the apartment entrance: another door that's too big to be there, despite looking original.

"Well, this is it," Sam says. He grins, gestures to the door, then stoops even more to fit the key in the lock and push it open. She watches him duck through, following with uncertain footsteps.

Thankfully, the apartment itself is a bit bigger than the landing. Sam has to move to the middle to avoid brushing his head against the ceiling, but he can stand upright, at least. She notes low light, a tiny kitchen—barely more than two burners and a slim fridge—and to her right, a tight hallway she hopes leads to a bathroom and a bedroom.

To her left, a small living room—dim, too, but awash in dancing color. Charlotte beams as she weaves between a cozy little couch and a bookcase, making for the dormer window of shimmering stained glass.

“Is this original, too?”

“Think so,” Sam says. He watches her press a palm to panes made of myriad shades: jewel-bright blue, peridot green, burnt orange, deep crimson.

“You like it.”

He joins her in two strides; his shoulder brushing the wall opposite her. In her periphery, the light filtering in through the stained glass sparks more gold in his eyes.

“I do," she says, pulling her hand back. She meets his gaze, then mirrors him, leaning against the window frame.

“Me too,” he says. He smiles again; another flicker across his face before it becomes something wistful. “Almost makes me wish I’d taken this flat over mine.”

“We could always swap,” Charlotte says. Her smile twists into something more teasing before she can think better of it.

Sam lays a hand on his chest. “You wouldn’t do that to Philly, would you?”

She chuckles. "No, I wouldn't," she admits. "He clearly needs his space. Probably from you."

Sam's eyebrows shoot up his forehead, but his grin stays bright. "And you were worried! Not even a full day and you fit in fine, Chuck." He bumps her arm with his elbow, and the spiky, foreign thing in her chest turns squiggly.

"If I was worried about anything," she says, crossing her arms, "It was that you're hard of hearing. You know, since my name is Charlotte."

"Not a fan of nicknames?" he asks. "Or is it just that one in particular? We'll find something that fits you, Charlie. Give it time. We've only just met."

She clicks her tongue at him, and the squiggly something doesn't miss his eyes zero in on her mouth. She glances down at her feet; clears her throat.

"This what got you into the work?"

She looks back up at the question. He nods toward the window; his smile melting into something more mellow, like a lazy trickle of tree sap. "Or was it Wright himself?"

"Presumptuous of you," she tsks. "You know I'm here for Marion."

"Do I?" he asks. He furrows his brow, and something like the shadow that passed over his face earlier that morning reappears—fleeting and fickle, and gone in the space of a breath.

+++

I lived in Chicago for years, and recently went back and visited the FLW house/studio tour for the first time and that plus the inspo fuel that is this fandom sparked this (could maybe be an AU if you blink real, real hard) idea. We'll see if it goes anywhere!

And now I'm going to work on this today and try not to be too anxious about posting part of it on the internet 🤣

[stellar-waves]

staring down the sun [13] *

⏯ chapter index ⚠ warnings: mentions of death and grief/mourning

. . .

turn my bones to sand

. . .

Rubbing his eyes, Connor smells the night air falling around him and Murphy as they walk down the street. They spot a payphone, laughing to themselves when they see FREE THE SAINTS had been spraypainted on the side. But then the phone rings, and the twins look at each other, confused. Connor picks up the receiver, answering with a slow hello. 

“Connor, is that you?” 

He recognizes that thick Irish accent anywhere. 

He can’t help the lump forming in his throat as he locks eyes with Murphy. “Ma?” 

Murphy’s face falls with shock, and Connor instinctively angles the phone for his brother to listen. They press their shoulders together and huddle close to the payphone box.

“Yer brother there, too, yeah?” 

“Aye, I’m here, Ma,” Murphy confirms.

“I need ye both to listen to me,” her voice is profound, her words clear and not soaked with alcohol for once. “Ye made me proud.”

The boys pause, wondering if they heard her correctly. “What do ye mean, Ma?” Connor asks.

She lets out a long sigh, and they can hear her smiling on the other end. “I mean it. Ye boys made me proud. Ye still do. Yer good boys that are protecting all that which is good.”

“But, Ma…” Murphy swallows hard. “We thought ye disapproved of what we were doing. Because of Da.”

“Oh, Murphy, my son. Truth is, yer father tried to do what he thought was right. He just…well, ye know now, yeah?”

They nod simultaneously, choking out their agreement together. “Aye, we do.”

“There’s one more thing I need from ye,” she says firmly. “Keep each other safe.”

Connor and Murphy look at each other, tears stinging their eyes as they smile. “Yes, mother.”

“And not just the two of ye lot. Take care of those who are helping ye as well.”

“We will,” Murphy softly replies. 

“Promise,” Connor assures as he blinks away the tears. 

Ma draws her voice out like smoothing butter on toast. “There’s my boys.” She laughs lightly, and the boys listen to her for as long as they can, missing her with every breath. “Oh, and Connor?”

He raises his eyebrows, hopeful she’s about to tell him he’s the older twin. “Yes, Ma?”

“A little bird tells me the sun is shining bright in Galway.”

. . .

Connor and Murphy wake up fast, looking at each other with wide eyes in the early morning sunlight. They each rub their faces and steady their breathing, letting their eyes focus before staring at each other again. Neither one says a word aloud; they don’t have to as muted smiles curl along their faces. 

Then Murphy’s brow creases slightly, and he utters one question he’s still wondering about. “Galway?”

Blinking hard, Connor shrugs and shakes his head, honestly not sure what their mother meant in saying that.

He reaches for his t-shirt while Murphy slides on his jeans. “I miss her,” Murphy admits as he sits back on the bed to tie his boots. 

“Me too.” Connor steps into his jeans and fastens his belt. “I wish we could have gone back to Ireland sooner, ye know, before…”

Murphy presses his lips together, nodding slowly. Connor sits on his bed, pulling his boots on finally while his brother avoids eye contact. He sees it in Murphy’s face: the memories, the regret, the grief. 

They had gone into hiding for around six months following the Yakavetta trial, after revealing themselves to the world, sending the message that evil would fear the Saints of South Boston. For six months, they hid with their father on the outskirts of town until they got the call from Uncle Sibeal. They didn’t believe it initially, thinking it was just another elaborate practical joke their mother wanted to play on them. But when Sibeal appeared at their door and showed them her obituary and prayer card from her funeral, Connor and Murphy lost it. “I’m so sorry we had to have the service without ye, boys. We wanted to keep ye safe,” their uncle explained as tears streaked down their faces. Da had quietly disappeared to his bedroom, unable to come out for some time. That night, they heard their father crying, praying, and begging for forgiveness. 

It took a couple of weeks for Sibeal to arrange for the MacManus men to travel to Ireland. Before they left, they called Smecker one last time. He asked Connor when they would return, but Connor couldn’t answer. “Be careful,” Smecker told them as Connor held the phone so Murphy could hear. And that was the last thing Smecker would say to them before he…

Connor smiles, laughing a bit at how memories can change. Murphy raises an eyebrow toward him, curious about what’s on his twin’s mind. “Oh, it’s just,” Connor starts, “Ye remember when we made it to Ireland? And when we went to the cemetery?”

Murphy’s face falls slightly, almost angry that Connor is still on this. “Aye…”

“Ye remember that flower arrangement that was by Ma’s gravestone? And that it had a card signed—”

“—signed by Smecker. Yeah, I remember that.” Murphy places his hand over his mouth, the memory flooding back and returning the light to his eyes. “He had written some poem and then signed it, ‘Your friend, Paul.’”

Connor walks to the other side of the room, fumbles with his coat to find the inside pocket, and pulls out a small, plain white card. His voice is gentle as he hands the card to Murphy. “Didn’t have the heart to leave it there only to get rained on.” He watches his brother’s smile grow as he studies the card, the edges showing years of wear. Though it’s typewritten from their hometown florist, the words are still from Smecker’s heart. 

“How the fuck did ye keep it all this time?” Murphy asks.

Smiling still, Connor returns to his coat, pulls another small card from the inside pocket, and hands it to his twin. “This might have been the saving grace when we got arrested.” It’s the prayer card from Ma’s funeral, and the edges also show years of sitting in Connor’s coat pocket. 

Murphy lets out a slow sigh, not out of sadness but of comfort. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Lord’s fucking name!” Connor barks, sounding just like his mother. 

They both laugh, giggling like little boys again. As Murphy calms down, he hands the two cards back to his brother, only for Connor to hand the prayer card back to him. 

Doesn’t matter who was born first…Connor will always be the unspoken big brother.

He lightly pats Murphy’s shoulder, quietly reminding him they should get going. They pull on their coats and go outside, their stomachs already growling for breakfast at the diner up the highway. Another “devout follower,” Duffy said of the diner’s owner, and that she agreed to “close for a private party” whenever the group needed to blow off some steam. Today is one of those days. 

The others have already left, so the boys stand at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Elena. Murphy lights up a cigarette and hums a familiar tune that Connor can’t quite place yet. 

“Morning, boys,” Elena greets them with a modest smile, sliding her jacket on as she descends the stairs. “You sleep well?”

Murphy nods as he takes a drag, still humming. He presses a hand to his chest, surely to confirm Ma’s prayer card is still safe in his pocket, close to his heart. 

The three walk along the gravel to the car, and Elena hands Connor the key. “What about you, Connor?” she asks gently. 

He shakes his head, chuckling at the irony that after sharing the same dream, the twins have different opinions on the quality of their sleep. By the car, he answers as his brother climbs into the backseat. “Sort of.” 

Connor watches Elena as she slides on her black wayfarers, his breath catching in his chest as the sun lights up her face. She smiles, glowing beneath her sunglasses. “Sounds like you and I need some coffee, yeah?”

His cheeks feel warm as his grin spreads, and he can’t tell if it’s from the sun or Elena. That is if there’s even a difference between the two anymore.

. . .

. . .

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[14] ⏭

[lord-madmyth]

Another script. This one takes place a couple of months after the events of the movie. Valente has officially moved into the Encanto by this time.

(TW: uncomfortable situations with a possessive man)

Valente meets Luciana

Domingo: *answers the door to Valente* ah! I see you made it city boy! *he stands aside* come on in!

Valente: *smiles politely and enters the house* nice place you got here Señor Bover…

Domingo: *smirks* you can just call me Domingo, I’d like us to be friends… *he gestures* the dining room is this way!

Valente: *chuckles slightly* alright then Domingo…

-they enter the dining room, Luciana and Vanesa are setting the table -

Domingo: Set another plate! We have company tonight!

Luciana: *nods her head* alright… *looks to Vanesa* grab another plate for us dear…

Vanesa: *nods her head quietly and goes to grab another plate*

Valente: *smiles slightly, watching Luciana and Vanesa set the table* so who are these charming ladies…?

Domingo: hm…? Oh! Just my wife and my daughter… *he looks to Luciana* say hello to our guest.

Luciana: *she smiles politely and looks up at Valente* hello, I’m Luciana Bover… It’s lovely to meet you Señor…

Valente: *takes her hand gently, starring into her eyes, he’s clearly enamored* Del Río… Valente Del Río… *kisses her hand*

Luciana: *blushes and giggles slightly* is that how you city men greet ladies…?

Valente: *smiles, still holding her hand and gazing into her eyes* only the pretty ones Señora…

Domingo: *clears his throat, glaring slightly. Not use to seeing another man flirt with his wife*

Valente: *he let’s go of Luciana’s hand and looks over to to Vanesa, still smiling* and whose the little Princess here…?

Luciana: *shakes herself off* oh! That’s our daughter Vanesa! Say hello Vanesa!

Vanesa: *looks up at Valente, her tone is relatively monotone* hello Señor… it’s nice to meet you…

Valente: *smiles widely and gets down to her level* it’s nice to meet you Vanesa! *he takes her hand as well and gives it a small kiss* you are so pretty like your mother!

Vanesa: *smiles softly* …

Domingo: *clears his throat again* alright, let’s eat! I’m starving.

Valente: *stands up* of course…

-they sit down for dinner, Valente trying to get to know the Bovers better in between answering Domingo’s questions about the city. Eventually dinner draws to a close-

Valente: *shakes Domingo’s hand* thanks for inviting me over Domingo… it was nice meeting your family.

Domingo: *shaking his hand, smirking* yeah… *he chuckles* we will have to meet up at the bar so you can tell me more about your adventures with those city girls. I feel like I’m missing out!

Valente: *smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes* of course… *he lets go of Domingo’s hand and looks over to Luciana and Vanesa cleaning the table* are you sure you don’t want help Luciana…?

Domingo: she’s got it, she deals with it every day!

Valente: … *he rolls up his sleeves and wordlessly helps with the dishes*

Luciana: *looks up from the dishes* you don’t have to Señor…

Valente: *he smiles softly at Luciana* I want to… let me help you…

Luciana: *blushes* o-oh… ok…

Domingo: *leans against the wall and watches them do the dishes. Glaring the entire time*

-they finish the dishes and put them away-

Valente: *smiles widely at Luciana* see? Much faster with help!

Luciana: *smiles softly back at him* I can’t argue with that… thank you once again…

Domingo: *walks over* yes yes, thank you City boy. *he smirks* my hard working wife deserves a reward… *he goes up to Luciana and pulls her close, pulling her in for a deep kiss. It’s not romantic, it’s more like he’s marking his territory*

Luciana: *she pulls away after a little, she giggles but it’s an uncomfortable one. She looks to Vanesa with a small smile* do you want me to read to you tonight corazón?

Vanesa: *uncomfortable with all the tension* no, I’m fine Mama… *she makes her way to her room*

Luciana: *her smile fades and she sighs softly*

Domingo: *he’s still holding Luciana by the waist, he kisses her on the jaw* it’s getting late…

Valente: *he gets the hint he’s overstaying his welcome, he looks at his pocket watch to distract himself* yes it is… I’ll try and drop by tomorrow, goodnight Domingo… *he looks up at Luciana, he smiles softly* goodnight Luciana…

Luciana: *smiles softly* good night Señor Del Río…

Domingo: *hands firmly on Luciana’s waist* yes, goodnight city boy!

Valente: *smiles politely, grabbing his coat and exits the house* … *once he’s a certain distance away he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, he mutters* … what an ass… *he thinks of Luciana and smiles* though I wouldn’t mind seeing her again…

[rhiannswork]

i couldn’t wait any longer

spencer ᕁ reader

warnings ; spencer being a needy boy, semi voyeurism, mentions of burnout

your eyes were stuck to the tv as your hands ran through spencers brown locs. he enjoyed the feeling of your chest rising and lowering at a smooth pace. the rest of his body lay between your legs with a blanket over his long legs.

your phone rang, almost falling off the nightstand from the vibration. you saw it was your boss calling to check in on you. you had taken a two-week break due to burnout from work. you had cleared your throat before you had answered. “darlene! hey!” you spoke with a faux ‘i’m so glad you’re calling!’ tone.

“hey yn! i was just wondering how you’re doing?” she spoke, the grungey speech came from your end. “better! so much better actually… i appreciate you letting me take some time off.” you thanked her. you still toyed with spencers hair, unconsciously twirling it between your fingers.

that was spencers favorite thing that you did, whenever you’d lightly tug on his hair whenever you twirled it. little did you know, that he was already a little on edge from laying on your breasts.

“that’s so great to hear. i hate to be that person because your two weeks aren’t up yet and you can decline if you’d like, would you be willing to come back tomorrow?” you rolled your eyes as you held back a sigh. “of course i can darlene! may i ask, wha-” your train of thought had completely crashed.

you felt spencers lips on your neck, tugging at your skin ever so lightly. “what um… what’s wrong? everything alright there?” you shook your head, attempting to ignore reid which was clearly not working. “oh yes, of course, we just have some new people coming in who need to be trained. you’re the best trainer i know.” she chuckled. reid’s eyes connect with yours, you fell in love all over again… “hello? yn?”

“what? yes yes i understand.” you sighed with relief and satisfaction when spencer hit your sweet spot. you hand shot up through his hair, you gripped his hair by the scalp. you heard him moan as quietly as he possibly could. “i’d be willing to help.” you tried to gain some brain cells back to answer your boss.

“thank you so much, i would offer this to janis but you know how she is.” she joked. “i sure do.” you chuckled as spencer went lower and lifted your shirt up. he began placing kisses on your stomach as his fingers hovered ever-so-slightly above your waist, sending chills up your spine. he silently giggled at your misfortune, watching as you became soothed with every touch.

“she’s been working my nerve, ever since you left!” your boss continued to gossip. “really?” you have no interest in what darlene had to say. “yes! she thinks since you’re not here, she’s the queen of the office. don’t even get me started on daniel ugh!” she rambled, all you had to say was ‘mhm, oh wow, really?’ you couldn’t care less.

your mind was all on spencer who was inching closer and closer to your heat. “spence.” you whispered, you shook your head but he disregarded your protest. “but we miss you, there’s no rush… it would just be nice if you could train the newbies.” she sighed, finally drawing the conversation to a conclusion.

while spencer on the other hand was just getting started. he pulled your shorts down along your panties, threw them to the side, and slowly immersed himself into you. “well, i won’t keep you any longer.” “mhm… okay… yeah i… i’ll see you.” you didn’t wait for a response as you pressed decline, tossing your phone to the side of the bed.

“doctor reid, you are in so much trouble.”

[indigoflorals]

8 with rafe?

flash - r.c (18+)

rafe cameron x reader

Sum: Valentines Day Prompt 8 (Sex Tapes)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, filming sex, hair pulling, spanking

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“And you’re sure you’re comfortable with this?”

Your boyfriend paced slightly before you, as you lied naked on his bed.

“Yes Rafe,” You giggled softly, “I think over there would be best.” You pointed lazily to a bookcase in the corner, your breasts swaying at the movement.

He hummed in response, picking up his phone and placing it in a small nook in the bookcase. The camera was pointed at you, and you gave a small wave.

“It’s not on yet,” he fidgeted with the placement of the phone. “Are you really sure?”

You could tell how hesitant Rafe had been about the whole thing. He had brought it up to you in passing, how sexy you always look when he’s taking you. How much he’d love to have a physical keepsake of your noises and faces.

He had never expected you to be so eager about the idea. He was excited, sure, but he couldn’t believe you had really wanted it.

You stood from your place among his plush bedding, padding over to him. “Yes, baby. I wanna see you just as much as you wanna see me.”

Rafe’s face was red at your words. His eyes were trained on your breasts, flicking back and forth between them and your eyes whenever you noticed his staring. He felt like a teenage boy, seeing everything for the first time.

Walking behind him, you wiggled your hips ever so slightly to draw his attention to your plump ass. He turned to follow you with his eyes as you bent to turn the video on.

“Hello!” You mused, a sweet smile on your face despite every part of you exposed to the camera. He could feel himself straining against his boxers at your cuteness.

You turned to him, tracing a hand down his bare chest, eyeing the tent in his underwear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His hand cupped your face, pulling your attention to him when your eyes wandered to the camera. “Eyes on me tonight baby. Wanna put on the best show, don’t you?”

You nodded with eagerly, whining as a strong hand came to cup the heat between your legs.

Rafe’s fingers spread your pussy apart as the hand on your chin slid the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful kiss.

You cried out at the sensation of his fingers sliding into you, muffled by his lips on yours. His tongue explored your mouth, and he groaned at how easily your pussy enveloped his fingers. Roughly, he fucked you on his hand as his free arm slid behind your waist to stabilize you.

You legs threatened to buckle before he slid his fingers out of you. Pulling away you whined at the loss of sensation.

“I only want you cumming on my cock tonight baby, I’m sorry.” A hard slap came against your ass as your boyfriend spun you around, pushing you to leave you bent over his bed. “Mm, I want a better shot of this.”

You pussy was exposed to the cool air now as you lied in waiting. You heard the rustling of him grabbing the camera, and a wide smirk was spread across his face.

Rafe knelt behind you, pointing the camera at your soaked cunt. “Look how wet she is for me.” A finger prodded at your hole and you whined.

He licked a stripe from your pussy to your ass before planting a strong slap against your clit. Yo buried your face into the blankets to muffle your voice.

“Oh no, I want to hear you.” He stood behind you, pulling himself free from his boxers and slapping his cock against your waiting pussy. “Or I will give you nothing.”

You wailed at his words, “Please Rafe, I need you now.”

He only grunted in response, sliding into your wet heat in one hard thrust.

Tears sprung to your eyes at the stretch. “So big.”

The hand not holding the camera came to fist at the flesh of your ass, pushing you forward so that only the tip was inside.

“Yeah and you’re gonna fucking take all of it.” He bounced you back so that it was all the way inside of you, and you could feel a warmth burning in your belly.

“More.” You whined.

At your word he began to fuck you mercilessly, unable to hold himself back anymore.

A hand yanked at your hair, turning your head to the side to face the camera. Tears pooled out of you eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

“I can’t wait for you to see how sexy you look.”

[minigirl87]

I see you, I’ve always seen you with Steven Grant.

Steven Grant & FReader

I wrote this as pure self-indulgence as I've had a bad day and needed some steven comfort. Not proofread or edited, sorry. But I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave feedback 😊 I have the fanfiction bug now. This is my second fic. Please be gentle with me.

Summary:

Reader has had a bad day and is fed up, until Sweet Steven saves the day. Mentioning and appearance of Donna.

Word count: 688

No warnings, sfw. Pure fluff, kissing

You sat in the break room, tears ready to spill down your hot cheeks. You’d had enough now, as much as you loved the gallery, you had finally snapped with how you were treated, and to add insult to injury a child had thrown a cup of juice over you. The parents say between them with a laugh “it’s just the cleaner”.

Those words swimming through your already anxious mind. When the door opens to reveal Steven with a v, from the gift shop. Sweet Steven with the most heartwarming smile and stories of ancient Egypt. The only person you feel acknowledges you as a human. Who talks to before and after your shift when you both walk for the same bus.

He sits next to you, fumbling with his bag and getting his lunch. You fiddle with your fingers trying to occupy yourself, staring into space. “Hello Y/L, you OK, love?” And that was it the dam broke within you, “no I’m not, I’m sick of this” you reply frantically, wiping your eyes. “oh Love, what’s happened? Has Donna said something to you?” he reaches out to you but thinks twice and with draws. Steven understands how Donna is with you, only slightly lighter than how she treats him.

“ I want to leave, I’ve decided I’m walking out. I’m done with being treated like shit” you say as you suddenly stand up, feeling your uniform still damp and smelling sickly sweet of blackcurrants.

In a panic now, Steven clumsily stands up, knocking his chair over “what. No, you can do that love, please think about what you’ve just said. You take a few calming breathes as Steven reaches for some tissues sitting in a unit, grabbing a handful and giving you them. Your hand gently rubs up against his as you take them.

You sit back down with a glass of water. “ I saw what happened earlier with the.. eh “ he points to the stain on your front. You half smile at him, he smiles back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and his beautiful chocolate curls bounce lightly. “ it doesn’t matter I’m just a cleaner. That’s what they said”. Stevens face turns sour at this, you continued “ no one sees me anyway, as long as everything clean, no one cares do they” you can feel tears welling up again that’s until “I see you love”

You look at him, his dark eyes shining with sincerity. “Steven, thank you. I know you always acknowl” He cuts you off “ “I see you. I’ve always seen you love” And suddenly, a rush of serenity flows over you. “Steven, you really mean that? Steven reaches for your hands and ever so gently takes them in yours. “ Yes, love. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special but I never knew how to tell you”.

“oh Steven love, I feel the same way about you” you smile, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. “can I kiss you please love?” he asks, eyes never leaving yours. “yes please love” As you both lean into each other, noses brushing together as you entwine, he tastes of mint and smells like grapefruit. Gently Steven pulls away and cups you chin “my beautiful girl” to which your reply “my handsome boy”.

“Finally” you both turn to see Donna staring “your both 5 minutes late back. I’m not paying you to snog. Get back to work. Oh, and Y/N remember you are important to the team and won’t treated that way again” as she turned on her heels, chewing her gum.

“She does have a heart” You laugh as you both get up. “so dinner after we finish, love? I’ll get you back here” Steven says, leaning in for another kiss. “looking forward to it already love” as you both have a quick peck.

“Stevie, Y/N. Move it now” Donna practically shouts. You both hear her, moving quickly and have a quiet giggle. As you look forward to being seen by the one you love.

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