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[scarisd3ad]

Jump then fall | Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter one - everything has changed

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Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isn’t the same Steve you left behind.

"Steve!" Steve was surrounded by two of his new friends, Tommy and his girlfriend Carol, as I skipped up to him. They were both in 8th grade like Steve. carol looked me up and down as I stood in front of the trio. Steve had an annoyed look on his face from the moment I opened my mouth. Ever since he became friends with Tommy and Carol, it seemed as if I was just another inconvenience for Steve. "What?" the words are harsh as they come out of his mouth, almost like he was stabbing me right in the heart. But despite the achy feeling in my chest, I continued to talk. "wanna come over after school? My dad is working, so he won-"

"God, you are so annoying," Steve scoffs, which makes my brow furrow together in confusion. Steve has been a sweet boy ever since the moment I met him in kindergarten, but the moment he entered the 8th grade it was like a switch flipped inside of him. He no longer cared about his mother or his real friends he only care about popularity, girls, and being an absolute asshole to everyone around him. "Wh-what?" the words come out quiet and meek, the confusion still setting in as my eyes flicked from him to Tommy and then to Carol. Both his friends chuckled, probably because of the tears pooling in my eyes. "I said, you are fucking annoying! can't you go find someone else to cling onto?"

It seemed like time had stopped. Everyone around us stared, some laughed, and some whispered. Was I sent into a parallel universe because this wasn't the Steve I had grown to know? My chest heaved as I blinked back tears. "I-I'm sorry I thought-I thought-" I couldn't get the words out fast enough because Steve was shouting again before I could finish my sentence. "What that I was, your friend? I only hung out with you 'cause I felt bad that your sister died" This wasn't about Sara. He didn't need to bring her up. He knew it was a sore subject. The wound was still fresh. He knew it was still fresh. This felt like he was sticking a knife into that barely healed wound.

I want to punch him; I want to tackle him down to the ground and kill him just because he brought up my sister. "Your mom didn't even like you, so why should I? She dodged a bullet, leaving you." Maybe it was my mind making it up, but it felt like everyone around me was cackling at his words, at my tears, at my fists clenching and unclenching themselves. it hurt, it hurt so bad because I trusted him. I thought he was my best friend, but he wasn't. he was an evil lying bitch.

Before he can say anything else, I'm running away. I ran out of the school and to the group of telephones that stood outside against the school. I immediately punched in my father's work number as heavy sobs racked through my body. The phone rang a good three times before the secretary, Flo, answered the call.

"Hello, this is Hawkins police station. My name is Flo. How may I help you?" Flo was an older lady with dark hair and big, round glasses that sat on the brim of her nose. I sniffled before wiping my eyes. "He-hey Flo, can I talk to my dad?" I asked. Flo must've not noticed I was crying because she instantly transferred me to my father. The phone rang once before my dad answered, "Yeah what ya need?" Dad asks, "Da-daddy can you-you come get me?" I asked through sobs. I could almost hear the confusion in his voice as he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" I don't answer due to the sobs that continue to erupt from my body. My brain was asking the same question repeatedly. Why would he do that to me? I thought we were friends. "I-I-please Dad," he grumbles quietly, "alright I'll be there in a few minutes."

I stood on the sidewalk with my arms wrapped around my body, waiting. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks when my dad's blazer pulled up beside me. I quickly get into the car, throwing my backpack in the back seat, and slamming the door shut before curling up in a ball, leaning my head against the glass. My father didn't immediately begin driving, instead deciding to interrogate me. "What happened? Did someone say something to you?"

"Steve," I whispered as more tears fell down my cheek. "Wh-what'd he do?" he asked, brows curling into a furrow. Dad knew Steve as a sweet boy, not someone who could ever hurt me. "He-he said...said I was annoying a-a-and that I was clingy." I said through sobs "And he-he said he was only my friend because he fe-felt bad because Sara die-died, that, m-mom didn't like me so why should he, a-and that she do-dodged a bullet leaving." His blood was boiling, I could tell. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists. Before I could even ask him what he was doing, he was already out of the car and halfway towards the front door. 

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I wasn't a total nerd or loser. I was just normal, but I wasn't a Heather or a Carol. I was just me. I wasn't even the attractive type of normal person like Nancy Wheeler. I was just average. I was standing at my locker waiting for my friend Stephanie. We always met up at my locker before walking to English. Steph was popular. Sometimes I ask myself how I scored a friend like her. She was beautiful and kind. Everybody liked her and everybody had a reason why. The boys liked her because she was pretty, and the girls liked her because she was kinder than the other popular girls. Her curly hair bounced as she sauntered up to me. Her lips formed in a sweet smile as her hands pressed against her hips.

Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and a green bow was placed in her hair to match her green cheerleading uniform. "You coming to the game tonight?" she asked as she leaned her body against the locker next to me. "Maybe I Dunno. I have a lot of homework tonight," I whisper. I'm momentarily distracted by Steve walking by with his arm around his new plaything, Lisa Franklin, a cheerleader like Steph, but unlike Steph, Lisa was an absolute bitch. Despite the hurtful things Steve Harrington said to me, my crush on him never completely disappeared. Sometimes it felt like it was hidden away, but it was always there, simmering beneath the surface. 

Whenever I saw him walk by or heard him speak in any of our shared classes, my heart would skip a beat and my feelings for him would come flooding back. It was frustrating and confusing, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I feel two arms wrapping around my body, drawing my attention away from Steve. I glance over and see that it's Shawn Peterson. My relationship with Shawn is a bit complicated. We do things that most people in a romantic relationship do, but we don't use labels because he 'doesn't like labels'.

Shawn's a football player who's popular enough to be kind of friends with Steve. His hair is a dark, chocolate brown that falls in natural waves, framing a face that is both masculine and handsome. But it's his stunning brown eyes that steal the show, sparkling with an intensity that could make any girl weak in the knees. "So, you coming tonight?" he asks as he presses a kiss to my neck. I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe still Dunno though," I whisper. He groans as he presses a kiss just below my ear. "c'mon my parents aren't home tonight; we can go to mine afterward," I hum as I turn so I'm facing him. If I go, I have to tell my dad I'm at Steph's house and if I do that, I have the risk of him calling her parents to verify.

despite the risks, I smile up at him and whisper, "yeah okay sure." 

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I sat on the bleachers watching as Steph cheered. my hands were buried deep into my pockets as I zoned out. No matter how much I loved Steph and Shawn, I'll always find high school football games a little boring. I didn't understand football and no matter how many times Shawn tried explaining it to me, I always left the conversation a little more confused than I was before. I feel someone sit down beside me, but I don't care enough to look to see who it is.

"hey," an all too familiar voice whispers. That makes me look up because I haven't heard that voice talking to me in years. Steve Harrington sat next to me, dressed in the same outfit he had been wearing at school earlier that day. I couldn't stop my heart from beating a mile a minute, and my hands beginning to shake. I can't tell if I'm nervous because I'm scared or because I have feelings for him. "What?" I mutter back, my voice a little harsher than I expected. Despite the fact he had been so mean to me back in 7th grade, I never wanted to be mean back. I couldn't get myself to do it.

"You here for Shawn?" Steve asks, his left hand tapping away at the metal bench. I nod replying "Yup" he hums as he nods awkwardly "Sooo...is he your y'know boyfriend?" I shrug "It's complicated..." he nods, a quiet hum coming from his lips. Why did he want to talk now? He hasn't talked to me in 3 years, but now randomly he wants to talk like nothing ever happened, like he never whispered to his friends when I walked by or spread rumors about me. "Why are you talking to me?" I ask brows curling in confusion as I stare up at him.

"wh-oh I-I just wanted to talk," he mutters back. he didn't want to talk for years before this, so why'd he want to talk now? After everything he's done to me, why now? I'm silent as I search his face for any signs that he's messing with me. But there's nothing, not a smirk, or some type of glint in his eyes, just brows furrowed together in confusion. I decided to look around to see if any of his friends were nearby snickering to themselves, but still, I didn't see any of them.

"wh-what are you looking for?" he asks. I quickly pivot my body towards him again. "Are you fucking with me again Steve?" he lets out a shocked little gasp before hurling into saying "No, no I'm not I just thought we could talk y'know since we haven't in a while" That infuriates me because he knows damn well why we aren't talking. "You know why we haven't talked in a while," I mutter as I scoot away from him. "c'mon y/n that was so long ago," he says, elongating the 'o' at the end of ago. I scoff rolling my eyes. "Yeah fuck you," I say as I scoot away from him a little more. He sighs defeated before asking, "How's your dad?" I shrug, muttering a quiet "fine," he nods awkwardly "You still live in the same house?" I shake my head. "No, moved a few years back."

We sit awkwardly, both of us not speaking as the football team comes running out on the field. Most of the people around us roar in applause and shouts of excitement, including Steve. he stands to his feet clapping before cupping his hands together in front of his mouth and shouting "Yeahhh Shawn!!" I cringe a little inside. Steve, like every other popular guy and athlete at the school, were filled with so much school spirit it made me physically cringe. he sat back down looking at me, as I stared at my feet trying to hold back laughter. "What?" a smile cracks to his lips as I let out a few quiet giggles. "Nothing...nothing" he laughs, and for a few quick minutes our old dynamic came back.

"Seriously? C'mon, what?" cover my mouth with my hand as I continue to laugh. I shake my head, refusing to say anything as our laughter dies down. And just like that, we were back to two estranged friends who hadn't held a conversation for more than 2 minutes for the past 3 years, almost. "y'know your dad punched me that day?" I look up at him, brows furrowing as I whisper a quiet "What?"

"He punched me when I was in eighth grade. " It all comes back, my father storming into the school after admitting to him what Steve had said to me. "good" I wouldn't normally expect my father, a grown man, to punch a 13-year-old, but in that instance, I don't blame him. If I was him and a guy like Steve had told my daughter the things Steve had told to me, I would've done more than just punched him. Steve laughs almost as if he was agreeing with me "Yeah...I was an asshole" I roll my eyes, was? Steve Harrington was still an asshole. "still" I say correcting him. Now it's his turn to ask "What?" I roll my eyes yet again as I say, "You're still an asshole", he frowns as he nods slowly "Yeah...I guess" At least he could admit it. 

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Once the game ended, I bid Steve a quiet goodbye and went to the parking lot. I wait by Shawn's car for about 10 minutes until I see Shawn walking towards it, duffle bag swung over his shoulder, and hair damp. Steve walked next to him, both chatting about who knows what. Shawn drops his bag onto the hood of his car before scooping me up into a kiss.

Returning his kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. I try to enjoy the kiss, but unfortunately, I can't because I can practically feel Steve's glare. I pull away, eyes meeting with Steve's. His brows are knitted together in an angry, or jealous type of furrow, and his arms are crossed over his chest. "You did so good out there," I say, pretending like I wasn't zoning out every 10 seconds. "mhm" Shawn hums before pressing his lips back against mine.

Steve clears his throat, making Shawn and I pull apart yet again. "well I'm gonna go. "See ya later, dude... um, nice talking to you again, y/n," Steve says before he starts walking towards his BMW, that was parked a few cars down.

The drive to Shawn's house is short and quiet. The only noise present is the low hum of the radio, and our breathing. When we get into his room, his hands are almost immediately all over my body. His lips touch mine, and his hands slide up and down the sides of my body before deciding to rest comfortably against my hips. The room is already somehow hot, and we're both out of breath when the sound of the phone (which sat on his nightstand) begins to ring.

BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG.

The sound of the phones rings is shrill and cuts through the quiet house like a knife. Shawn groans before pulling away from me. He crawls up his bed before answering the phone. Leaning against the headboard, he says, "Hello?"" in a very annoyed tone. "Oh, hey dude...no you weren't interrupting anything." the last bit drips in sarcasm as he says it.

"Yeah...yeah she's here, what'dya need?" I know he's talking about me because no one else is here, but I don't have a clue about who he's talking to. His brows furrow in confusion as the muffled sound of the other person talking comes out of the receiver. Then he scoffs as he shakes his head. "No, I'm not gonna do that sorry Steve." Steve? Why would Steve be asking about me? "Dude, you can't just ask me to do that" Shawn's eyes flick over to me before he whispers "I've gotta go alright? yeah, yeah, see you later." Shawn says before hanging up the phone.

"What was that about?" I ask. He hums quietly before hesitantly saying "Um...he just wanted to ask me if he could copy my homework" My brows furrow. There's no way Shawn would have made a big deal out of copying homework. They always copied each other work, so there was no way that's what Steve had asked. There was no world in which Shawn would have answered like that to needing to copy his homework.

As I press my hands into the soft cushion of Shawn's mattress, I sigh and whisper, "I should go... my dad's gonna be pissed if he finds out I stayed out late." Shawn nods before asking "Need a ride?" I nod, pushing myself up off the mattress and to my feet. "Yeah, but drop me off a few miles out. Don't need my dad knowing you're there."

A few years back, after my father's divorce was settled, and I was adjusted in school, my father sold our old family house. Claiming there were too many bad memories there, then he promptly moved us out to a cabin in the woods, much to 12-year-old Me's dismay. The cabin had supposedly been my grandfather's. his father, aka my grandfather, skipped out on the 'wondrous' opportunity to live in the shithole, so it had been abandoned for years since my great-grandfather died. It's a shitty log cabin, two beds and one bath that sat in the middle of the woods.

I hate being at that place alone. The doors creek, and the trees around it whistle with every gust of wind. I swear I'm going to be murdered one day in it and it'll be all Dad's fault for moving us out there. I didn't know why he couldn't have just moved us into some moderately shitty apartment or even keep us at the old house. 

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Shawn's car slowly drives down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. His high beams shining ahead of us to make sure there wasn't some animal (or person) in our way. About halfway towards my house, Shawn stops the car. From there, it would be about a 10-minute walk up to the house. "I can walk you up there if you want me to," he says, his voice quiet as if he thought my father would somehow hear him all the way out here. "No, I'm fine...but thanks anyway. See you on Monday," I say as I push open the car door. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I begin the walk towards my house. Shawn waits until I'm out of sight from his car to turn around and it's the 5-minute drive back to the main road.

I arrive at my bedroom window. I don't even notice my dad stood leaned up against the door frame until I'm fully inside my room. I'm left staring at my father, who has his arms crossed over his chest, angrily glaring at me. "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?" my mouth gaped open as I began to say something but decided it was better not to. "GO ON TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WHERE" I let out a groan as I matched my father cross my arms over my chest "I was at the football game," I say with an eye-roll as I toss my backpack on my bed.

He scoffs "THE FOOTBALL GAME ENDED AT 8:30 SO TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU'VE BEEN FOR THE LAST 2 HOURS!" his voice echoes through my room as I begin to talk, "God you're being so dramatic. A few friends and I went to Shawn's to celebrate after the game." his face is red, and his fists clench and unclench before he begins to shout again. "YEAH, WE'LL SINCE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING PICK UP A PHONE AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE I DON'T WANT YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS!" my eyes widen as I shout "What! that's not fair! I'm babysitting this weekend!"

"well, you're going to call whoever you're babysitting for this weekend and tell them that you can't make it anymore, and I don't want you using this phone this weekend either," he says as he goes to unplug the phone from the wall. I let out a loud dramatic "ugh!" which is then followed by me shouting "I hate you!"

As he walks out of the room he says, "Yeah well I fucking hate you too" I dramatically sit down on my bed before shouting again "You're such a fucking asshole!" he turns brows furrowing as he says, "What did you just call me", I'm not scared of him, I never have. He thinks I am, but I never will. "I said you're a fucking asshole," I repeat as my arms cross over my chest. He scoffs as he says, "I'll show you how much of an asshole I can be" before slamming my bedroom door behind him. 

I sit on my bed, arms crossed like a bratty toddler as tears pricked in my eyes. it wasn't fair. I've gotten home late a handful of times and he never gotten angry any of those times, why did he always pick and choose when he wanted to blow up? I wonder what it would be like right now if I was still in New York with my mother. would she be blowing up on me right now too? would she be cool about things like this? or was she strict? but I guess I'll never know because she gave up on me and our family.

I feel bad after fighting with him, I always feel bad. I know deep down he loves me; he just doesn't really know how to show it anymore. I crave that fatherly love that gets rationed out from time to time. I think that's why we fight so much; I crave the affection; he doesn't know how to show it. when he's not working, he sits on his chair, or in his bedroom practically in a catatonic state staring at the tv or a wall, we eat dinner in our separate rooms we don't talk unless we're screaming at each other, or I've got my head laid in his lap as I profusely apologize for what had happened. we're both traumatized i know that we both lost so much, but he should at least try. he knows I don't have any other parental figures in my life, and he still chooses to be distant and cold.

I sigh arms falling to my sides, pressing against my soft mattress. sometimes in the spur of the moment I wish he had died, and I know he thinks the same about me. I always feel bad afterwards though. even though I live with him, I don't know my father at all, he's a stranger to me. the only time we feel like father and daughter is when he's bossing me around. it's absolutely bazar that I feel the same way about my father that I do my absent mother. it's actually like they're both absent in their own ways, dad emotionally, and mom physically. he totally gave up after sara died, I mourn my father in the same way i mourn my dead sister. I just want the old him back, the dad who chased us around the park, and took us out for ice cream, the dad who never even thought to yell at me even if i had stollen a car.

I just want him back.

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#i'm finishing this tournament #but my god i'm an annoyed by setting up the next round #idk if i've ever hated a thing i've created more #at least i'm moving to do 24 hour polls

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Mic'd Up (Photo Day Edition) (Auswnt x Reader)

A/n requoosted

*The camera pans to you jogging around the producers, testing out the compact harness they had under your training jersey.

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"Aw man, do I have to wear this? Do the others know? Oh, they don't. That's freaking amazing, I can be like, stealth ninja, catching all the secrets and the juicy deets."

"I feel like a super secret spy."

You jump up and down, clapping your knees in a mini back flip to get started. The staff chuckle as you do some dodging motions, making a dododo mission impossible sound.

"Okay, cool, we're done here? Alright, the girls should be out of the change rooms soon. Who's gonna be my first target. I feel like once they find out they're gonna start avoiding me. So, like, I have to be super stealthy."

Tony, walking onto the pitch behind the team, draws your attention as you pretend to be doing some precursory runs, while the rest of the camera crew pretends to be the photographers for photo day.

"Alright, you lot, let's start with our team photos, since it's photo day. Everyone on the stands, you know the drill."

"Tony! What do we do if we haven't brought our boots?"

You laugh as he rolls his eyes and swats at you lightly. You jog away from your coach and jump up on the stands, intentionally standing one spot to the left to annoy Charlie, who swats at you, shooing you back into place.

"Little turd, move it."

"She's so mean to me."

You wink at the videographers that are setting up.

"Hey guys, Tony says the beep test's optional today."

The girls around you chuckle, and you hear Tony behind you.

"Keep starting rumours, L/n, and you'll be doing it twice."

"No, please."

You turn and give him puppy dog eyes that just make raise a brow at you.

"Ugh, fiiine, I'll behave."

Your arm comes around to rest on Charlie and Alanna shoulders, though you do struggle a bit because Alanna is much taller than you.

"Jeez, Lans, can you like, not be a tree for a second?"

Her elbow digs into your side playfully.

"Can you like, not be a little turd for a second?"

A pout makes it's way onto your face.

*Cut to taking the photo, and everyone's arranged themselves correctly.

"Yo guys, I feel like I'm being bullied here."

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There's the formal picture and the muck around one. Which you end up on Mini's shoulders for.

"Everybody say Mini!"

You throw your arms up in the air as the camera flashes, and Katrina laughs below you.

Tony claps his hands, and the team all move to start the basic dynamic warmups.

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*The camera pans to some cones set out as each group takes their turns dodge and weaving.

"Oh my god, fast feet. Fast feet. Fast feet. Let's f****** go."

The girls in line chuckle behind you and you whoop as Vine follows through behind you.

"Ayyyy, nice one, Viney."

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*Cut to another drill setup.

Your groan is audibly loud as you hear the traumatic sound of the beep test instructional introduction.

"Everybody start, three, two, one, go!"

"Ah f***."

You're panting by the fourteenth round.

"Oi, Tony, can we call it quits now?"

"Nope, keep going."

You pout for a second before jumping when the next beep goes for you to start.

You do halfway decently, making it to level 48 before it catches you off guard.

"You're out, Y/n!"

You grunt and collapse off to the side with the others with a huff, leaving just five of the others still in.

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*Cut to passing drills.

"Ooh, ooh, Foordy, you're my buddy today."

The striker playfully groans, giving you a soft shove. Her arm wraps around your head to give you a noogie.

"Oi, get off!"

"Alrighty, let's go, you lot! That includes you, too, Y/n."

"I feel like I'm being targeted now."

*Cut to short tapping passes.

"Ayo, let's go. I've been practising my mini taps, hit me."

Short sequence of you and Caitlin playing taps with the ball, eventually getting faster to the point of it being a competition to keep it between you.

"Oh f***."

The ball nearly jumps past you for a second before you boot it back.

"Ah s***."

Just barely scrambling to keep it in, you send it back to the striker, but it pops past her to the right.

"YES! Suck on that fast feet!"

The forward clutches at her chest, dramatically falling over and playing dead.

"Nooooooo!"

"HA HA! Victory is miiiine!"

You do a little dance around Caitlin, eventually putting your foot up on the centre of her back in a power pose, grinning at the photographers who take several photos of the moment.

She eventually turns over, shoving your foot off her as you laugh. You pull her up.

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*Another drill set up, shooting this time.

"Woot, yep, here!" "Caity! Here!"

You sprint around the cones as she sends a ball to your head, and you jump to make the header, the ball just barely grazing the post and into the net, falling onto your back with a dramatic scream.

"Oh my f****** god! That was amazing! Ha!"

You shoot up.

"Tony, did you see me? I got an eight footer!"

The camera switches to him, nodding with an amused applause. Off camera, Katrina yells out.

"Honestly, I'm impressed. She only makes up five feet of that!"

The rest of the team and staff crack up at that.

Cut to you, standing still, arms now by your side as your mouth drops open in a confounded expression.

"Did you hear that? Mocking me in my time of triumph. I'm still taller than you, Mini!"

You huff and jog back into line, giving the woman a swat as you pass her.

"Bloody brat, honestly."

You mutter into the mic. You turn to your captain, who's out of frame.

"Sammy! Mini's bullying me!"

"Tell someone who cares, nerd!"

It's faint but still audible, and as the camera pans to her, she takes off with a cheeky grin to make her shot. Which she does, rising to about the same height to make the header.

"Ohhhh! Gah damn! Check it, L/n!"

You just huff, taking a seat as Sam does a backflip.

"Brooo, I just dunked on by the Rabbitohs supporter."

Sam stops, a pout on her face.

"Why you gotta make it personal, bro?"

You poke your tongue out at her.

"Cause the bunnies suck and we all know it. Go the Broncos!"

"Ayyyy, there's my girl!"

You high five Mackenzie as you jog back to the line.

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*Cut to the crew setting up for some scrimmages.

"You think they'll let me pick the teams this time?"

It's said into the mic, but Tony walking up beside you with a resounding, "Not happening." Startles you.

You get picked for Steph's team, opting for war against your skipper now that she's tripped you at least three times since the start of the session.

"I'm gonna get you, Kerr."

"You're not gonna get me."

"I will, fight me on it."

"Chew on my studs, pipsqueak."

"Alright, that's enough, you two. Save it for the scrimmage. Let's set up, you lot."

Steph has to pick you up and walk you away from Sam, a laser point glare from you over her shoulder at the skipper.

"Can you put me down now?"

"You gonna promise not to leave stud marks in Sam's shins?"

"I'll think about it."

"Oh, for the love of god, behave yourself."

It's a stern tone, and the others half to hold back laughs at your dejected expression.

"But she's so mean..."

A stern look from the older girl quietens you, and the camera zooms in on your expression. You give a small wink in its direction.

"What's that, Sammy?! Your mum loves me more than you?! Aw, how sweet is that? I always knew I was the favourite kid. It's okay. Tell Roxy I love her too!"

"Oi!"

You end up getting chased across the pitch to which you move to hide behind Alanna, poking your tongue out at Sam as she growls.

"Samantha Kerr! Back to your side of the pitch!"

It's Steph.

"But she started it!"

"Sam, I swear to god."

"Fiiiine."

You poke your tongue one last time and jog over to the defender, an innocent smile on your face.

"She's a bloody child, ay."

The glare you get from her makes you shrink a little, and Mackenzie just wacks you on the back of the head.

"Owww, Macca!"

You quieten up after that, though, and Steph starts putting everyone into positions and game plans.

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*cut to about halfway through the game, Steph had initially positioned you away from the Skipper to avoid either of you fueling your apparent and sudden sibling rivalry but she ends up having to move you back anyway since you play best in the mirror position to your captain anyway.

"Steph! Hit me! Hitme! Here!"

Just like you'd been practising just minutes earlier, the ball gets sent in directly to your head and slips past Lydia when she goes down for it.

"OHHH, suck on that NeRD!"

You hop around Sam giggling when she tries to swat at you, before you all return to positions.

It's only when a camera cut to minutes later finds you and Sam battling it out in the centre.

The moment she goes for the ball, you slip past her, tapping the ball between her legs and crossing it to Alanna, who volleys it in.

The entire field just breaks into "Ohhhhh"s and whistles.

Sam does a dramatic fall to her knees and flops to the ground as you jump onto Alanna's back with a whoop.

"OH, she's spicy today, ladies and gents!"

Alanna shakes her head, dropping you from her grasp and you both return to your positions.

A couple more minutes go by.

"Oh lordy lord, she's got skill! Mini, watch right! Mini watchright! Ayy atta girl!"

And.

"Clare! I'm here! Toss me! Yepyepyep!"

"Lans! Im going! I'm runnin'!"

"Let's freaking goooo!"

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*The cuts to right before the whistle blows, and Tony calls the end of training.

"Alright, well done, excellent work all of you. Rest up, recovery work, warm down. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

You jump in the centre of the huddle quickly.

"Before anyone leaves, I have an announcement... you're all on Mic'd Up with the Tillies! Photo Day edition!"

Some of the girls groan around you, Sam in particular. Some of them start laughing as you do the stealth stance.

"I was a fricken ninja, guys, I'll tell ya!"

"Yeah, Tony definitely already knew you were Mic'd up."

"Shush, you."

Tony just grins as the camera pans to him, and he winks at it.

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#woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #auswnt x reader #auswnt imagine #auswnt imagines #matildas x reader #matildas imagine #matildas imagines #this was a little cracked ngl

[b1adez]

Zhongli X Reader with a god/Dragon in them

(((okay looking at it again it seems more like an intro to the characters rather than the romance stuff...)))

Hope You Enjoy!

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It was a casual day, sitting in third-round knockout with Zhongli and listening to his stories. However, one thing kept bothering me: the troublesome god, seemingly hell-bent on finding out why I had taken a liking to Zhongli of all people! The god ranted about how they could've found someone better, or how they shouldn't worry because 'I have them.' After enduring twenty minutes of this torture, I took a break. With an apology to Zhongli, I stood up and brushed my clothes off, and the god next to me smirked.

'Ah, my apologies, Zhongli. But I have some things to attend to. Would you mind saving me the seat? I shouldn't be long.'

I stated, smiling at him. 'No need for apologies, I'm happy to save you a seat. Feel free to take your time.'" Zhongli stated, smiling at them.

After taking my leave, I walked to behind nearest building and exclaimed, "Can't you just enjoy a tea break on our day off with Zhongli for once?" Irritated, I wait for their reply

"Well, it wouldn't have to be this way if you just found someone else, like me, for example, or anyone else in the harbor."

Frustrated, I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "Okay, sure, but what's the deal with liking Zhongli? He's kind, wise, a good fighter, with even better mannerisms, and is overall a fantastic man. So why would you not consider him?"

The god rolled their eyes and leaned against the wall, scoffing, "Simply put, I just don't see the appeal."

After some time, I decided it was sufficient to attempt to get an answer out of the god. so I returned to the table, saying, "Zhongli! I apologize for taking so long. I got distracted by the scenery." I sat down in my original spot, smiling. The god now sat beside them, and Zhongli stated, "Ah, no need for apologies. In fact, you didn't miss much of the story. I can catch you up if you'd like?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed as I waited for Zhongli to begin. The god, who was now sitting beside them, groaned as they listened to certain parts of the story.

After the story came to an end, Zhongli offered his hand to me, "Hmm, it seems to be getting rather late. Would you like me to escort you home?"

"I would love that, thank you," I replied, and accepted Zhongli's offered hand. As I set down the money for drinks and food, the god sitting beside them growled quietly. I and Zhongli took our leave, the god following close behind.

After a while, we arrive at my home.

"Thank you, Zhongli, I appreciate it," I say, smiling as I walk up the steps and stop at the doorway.

"This is getting hard to watch," The god beside me stated, as they leaned against the door, looking annoyed.

"It's no problem. I assure you, I hope we can find the time to do the same again?" Zhongli asked, smiling. But the god beside me just glared daggers at him.

"For sure, thank you again, Zhongli," I say, thanking him again as I walk inside and immediately plop on the couch.

"I think you could be nicer-" I begin, but the god cuts me off.

"What's the appeal to him anyway? Just some funeral parlor consultant…Not even that cool!!" The god says, crossing their arms and standing in front of the door, pouting like a small child who has been rejected from getting candy.

"I mean come on! Him?! How can you like him?" The god states while scoffing and gesturing with their hands.

I sit quietly and watch as they throw their little tantrum, not bothering to defend my preferences.

I sigh as I close my eyes. "I think you could really grow to like him…you just gotta get to know hi-" I say before the god cuts me off again.

"Grow to like him?!" the god exclaims, getting even closer as they walk over to me. "ABSURD!!"

"I don't see why you need to do this 'socializing' thing, but I think it's absurd! You could be doing way more fun things with me!"

I chuckle and reply, "Is that so? Why don't you state a few things then?" I say, leaning back and enjoying the show. The god stutters a bit before regaining their composure.

"Well, for starters, I think…pottery?! sightseeing?! buying stuff?!…" The god trails off, pacing around in front of the couch.

The God reasons, frowning, as they clasp their hands together and straighten their posture.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU FIND INTERESTING?"

The god states, seemingly in a panic trying to find anything.

I chuckle before replying, "I suppose I could do those with you, but… I could also do them with Zhongli… and many others."

I reason as I smile at them. The god looks not particularly happy about that. "What is it that you're bored of me now, eh? Found more interesting toys to play with?" they ask, seeming offended and hurt at the thought.

I sigh before standing up and saying, "No, no, that's not it at all… I just think it's best if we make some new friends, no?"

I thank you to whoever has read this far!!! I normally Don't write just read but I thought this was cute…

I might do another part if this turns out well…please let me know if I made any grammatical errors or anything or tips I could use in the future are greatly appreciated!! ((please keep in mind this is my first time writing in about a year and was made at 4am))

character count:5,207

#genshin impact #zhonglixreadercomingsoon #zhonglixgod/humanreader? #zhongli x reader #zhongli #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #zhongli imagines #please help I can't write for shit

[yelena-belovas-gun]

Last Resort Pt. 2 (Maya Lopez)

Summary: She came to get something...and to hide.

Maya Lopez x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: None

Taglist: @probs-reading-fanfics (dm/comment to be a part of the taglist <3)

Flashbacks are bold <3

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She was wondering if the universe was conspiring against her. Why was it so hard to just stay away from you?

She thought she could forget about the jacket. She had another one anyway.

Yet here she was again, out of breath and in danger, right in front of your apartment building.

Coincidence? I think not.

The bright, flashing lights of the cop cars whizzed by, and she had to duck behind the wall again. It was honestly annoying how ridiculous these beat cops were.

Of course, you were her very last resort.

So up she went again, into the elevator and to your house.

You had been reading a book, plate of pasta in hand, spooning the tasty stuff into your mouth at intervals, only to have your quiet, peaceful time interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

"Oh, for christ's sake-" you grumbled, pushing your cat, Kaz, off your lap and going over to the door.

Honestly, you really should start looking through the peephole more.

"Again?" You raised a brow. "I am not a lodging house."

"The police," she signed, glancing down the hallways. "I need to hide."

"Go hide somewhere else!"

"And risk being seen?"

"Your safety isn't my problem anymore!"

Maya had to admit, you were right. Bit she was desperate. So she put on her most pleading face and signed, "Please."

You wanted to kiss her. You wanted to strangle every breath out of her. You wanted to keep her safe. You wanted to dial 911 in the next two seconds.

You just wanted.

"Get in, you useless little shit," you signed in annoyance, opening the door.

"Thank you," she signed, looking away from you.

You began packing your dinner up, and noticed her sitting anxiously on the couch, fiddling with her fingers and randomly petting Kaz.

Why couldn't the gods have just made you a cold-hearted killer? Why did they make you a soft-hearted lover?

"Need something to eat?" You signed after flicking the lights on and off for her attention.

"Did you poison it?" She raised a brow.

"Every word you say which isn't a 'yes' or a 'no' is making me wish I did," you quipped, scowling.

"Yes, please," she nodded. "Thank you."

You grumbled and dismissed her statement with a wave, heating up some of the last bits of pasta.

"Baby, I'm hungry," Maya had said, pouting at you.

"Pasta?" You'd laughed and asked her, raising a brow.

"You know I love the food you make," she'd smiled and kissed your cheek.

"Damn you, Maya Lopez..." you scowled, setting a plate for her. You walked over to the couch and handed her a fork and the plate.

"Want a bit of rat poison with it for seasoning?" You scowled, crossing your arms after you'd signed.

"No, I'm fine with being alive," she shrugged and started eating. You rolled your eyes, and sat on the other couch, reading.

Every bone in your body pulsed with confusion at your feelings. Your heart tugged towards Maya, with the round face and cheeks you liked to pinch. Maya, with the sleek hands which could weave words to make you blush and do things to make your eyes roll back. Maya, with her slight smiles and expressive eyes that were too cute for you to handle.

But it also clenched at the sight of Maya, who had left you alone that night when you'd needed her. Maya who'd lied to you about one of the biggest disasters of your life.

Maya, who had broken you down till you were just pieces of the woman you had once been.

She noticed the glare you were shooting her and raised a brow. "What?" she finger-spelled.

"Why am I your last resort?" You scowled as you signed. "There are so many doctors, so many people you have some connections with. You can go to them. But you don't. Why me, Maya?"

"Because you're the only person I can fully trust," she signed after placing her plate on the coffee table. "The only person I know who wouldn't stab me in the back."

"Oh, is that why you found it so easy to stab me in the back?" You scoffed.

She sighed. "I guess I had that one coming."

"No shit," you scowled.

Maya sat in silence with you. An uncomfortable silence, which filled the entire room and suffocated you both. She stared at you intently while you continued to read, or, atleast, pretended to.

She, too, felt her heart split apart. She saw the curve of your jawline she loved to kiss, the upward slope of your lips which always fit against hers so perfectly. She watched your brows furrow, and noticed your hair falling on your face a bit. The hair she'd spend hours with her hands in, whether the moment was soulful or sinful. Her heart pulled towards you. It wanted you in a way she knew exes with 'no feelings' would never want.

But she also felt her heart pressed under the weight of her blunder. She felt it clench as she watched you get mad at her. She thought she'd seen the depth of your hurt, the day she'd left, but it was not even in the twilight zone of the trench-like abyss that was your sorrow.

She walked over to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Can I stay for a few days?" she hesitantly signed, looking at you pleadingly.

You scowled, "Why?"

"The police have probably tagged my apartment." She sighed. "I'm on the run, so..." she let her hands stay in the 'so' sign, the deaf equivalent of trailing off.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply, as if mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.

"Fine," you scoffed. "But you're not going to mess up anything in here. That means you will go about your business and only come home to eat and sleep."

"Done," she shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Now you're getting some sense into that thick skull of yours," you rolled your eyes and went back to your book, but only after signing, "And you're sleeping on the couch."

Maya sighed.

This was going to be a long few days.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#maya lopez x reader #marvel #echo #echo x reader #wlw #miniseries #echo x female reader #maya lopez #deaf representation #sign language #alaqua cox

[cricketnationrise]

Congratulations on 500!!! 🎉🎉 Extremely well deserved!

How about Zahra, 9:37pm, somewhere in England (I leave where exactly entirely up you)?

I'm on ao3 as hwaelweg 💙

for you my lovely, I have a lil date night moment for Zahra and Shaan. hope you love it, and thanks for being AMAZING and screaming about books with me 💜🦗

want your own ficlet? my followers can submit prompts based on these guidelines through January 31, 2024

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

9:37pm, london

Zahra looks around from her perch at the bar. The pub is all dark wood and the smell of decades of smoke sunk into the furniture. It’s the most stereotypical English pub she could ever have pictured, and she’d never admit it out loud, but she fucking loves it. There’s classic rock playing quietly over the speakers, often drowned out by the laughter of the group of students in one corner. A pair of old men, who look like they might be part of the architecture, are putting away more Guinness than she’s ever seen in one sitting. Someone’s playing darts near the back, for fuck’s sake.

She’d love the place even more if her goddamn fianceé was here with her, but she of all people understands an unconventional working schedule. Especially when the Claremont-Diaz family is even tangentially involved. If she had a nickel for everytime she dismissed that little annoying popup in Outlook that says “Send during normal working hours instead?” she’d be set for life. 

“Another round, dear?”

“I—” A buzz from her phone interrupts and she glances at it, heart giving an excited little wriggle when she sees Shaan’s name pop up. (Well actually he’s saved as “Shawn S” in her phone—a preventative measure against overly-curious June, never-me-a-boundary-he-didn’t-try-to-cross Alex, and too-smart-for-her-own-good Nora. She’ll change it once Ellen’s second term ends and she doesn’t have to interact with those assholes in person on a regular basis. (Shaan had laughed so hard he cried when he found out—Zahra had hit him with a pillow.))

5 minutes. See you soon, love.

>move that perfect ass srivastava >i miss you and stuff

“Sorry about that,” she says to the bartender, a no-nonsense older woman. She runs the pub with kindness hiding an iron fist and Zahra liked her from the moment she sat down. “I will take another round, and can I also get a whiskey ginger?”

“Jack Daniels okay?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

Another burst of screaming laughter covers the tinkle of the bell above the door, but the chilly gust of air at her back makes Zahra turn around. The smile that stretches her mouth at the sight of Shann is soft, loving, and completely involuntary. Thank fucking god Alex isn’t here right now. He’d never let her hear the end of how sappy she looks right now. (Alex once tried to high-five her for locking down that suave motherfucker and Zahra had given him a look that made him hide behind Henry.)

“Everything sorted then?” she asks, tipping her face up to meet Shaan’s. He kisses her quickly and sits on the stool next to her.

“Yeah. I finally got a hold of Gavin so that Alex can “sneak out” to the V&A with Henry tonight.”

“Thank god. Now I won’t have to listen to him freak out about the logistics of proposing anymore.”

Shaan just raises an eyebrow as he sips his drink. “He’ll just bother you about wedding details instead.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“I am sorry I kept you waiting tonight.”

Zahra tips her head onto Shaan’s shoulder. “I’ve done it to you enough times. I get it.”

Shaan slings the hand not holding his glass around her waist. Zahra can feel the warmth of him even through their layers of clothing and slumps a little further into his space, utterly trusting him to keep them both upright. They stay like that for a while, not talking, just basking in the fact that they are together and free of their charges for the night. So often they are only in the same country because of some international policy issue. Zahra lets herself sink into the moment, reveling in the rare chance to just sit quietly at a bar with the man she loves.

“This is a good spot. Cozy. Quaint,” she eventually says, gesturing vaguely at their surroundings.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s one of my favorite pubs in London.” He hesitates, eyes distant, then drops his voice and continues. “Arthur and Catherine used to sneak out and come here on dates, actually.” 

“Oh?” Zahra sits up so she can look at him properly. He doesn’t talk about the time he was Arthur’s equerry that often, and she doesn’t want to miss anything. From what he has said, she can tell it was a similar relationship to the one she has with Ellen. Close friendship, fierce protectiveness, and a hold-nothing-back, bantering sense of humor—closer to family than employee and employer.

“They’d put on casual clothes and ballcaps and make a break for it when her mother got particularly overbearing. I followed discreetly—”

“Of course.”

“To make sure they had a back up plan. And then once Catherine got pregnant, they stopped pretending they didn’t know I was there and invited me to join them. The three of us spent many a late night here, just talking.”

“Sounds great.”

“It was. I—I miss him a lot. But it’s been a pleasure to watch Henry grow into himself. He’s more like Arthur than even he knows.”

He falls silent again, and Zahra smiles at the soft look on his face. He really is disgustingly handsome, people should be absurdly jealous of her life. She kisses the side of his neck, unable—unwilling—to hold in her affection any longer.

“Take me home?” she asks. “I want to not be wearing clothes with a zipper any more.”

“I’d be delighted, Ms. Bankston.”

#cricket writes #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #zahra bankston #shaan srivastava #otp: weaponized competence #thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl #also some Arthur feels snuck in there #just crept in while I was looking the other way #whoops

[skinnywalker]

sorry to sound annoying but when’s the next part of the Lester x male reader thing ? Sorry to bother you about this

Right now!!! >:)

The hitchhiker Lester Sinclair x male reader part 2 smut

The two sat starring into each other's eyes.

"Do ya really want this?"

"Yes."

Lester meets their lips together. He sucks on the other man's lips like candy before pushing his tongue deeper into his mouth. He tastes like diner mints and warm soda. They makeout for nearly a mintue before breaking for air

While trying to regain his breathe Lester saw how sweet the other man's neck was looking.

"Damn sweetie ya look like a dessert all pretty on ma lap like this."

He grins.

"I'm all yours to eat Les."

Lester pulled off his lover's shirt and took his left nipple into his mouth. He rolled the bud with his tongue earning moan after moan.

"Oooooooh! Lester please I need your dick!!"

Lester couldn't help but smirk.

"As ya wish sweetheart."

Lester flipped him onto his stomach and slowly pulled his pants off. His eyes tracked every new inch of skin licking his lips in anticipation.

"Ya look as tasty as a five course meal doll."

Lester pulls his neck up forcing his chin up and mutters into his ear with hot breathe.

"And I'm gonna eat you like one."

He grasps feeling Lester rip his underwear straight off and goes tongue deep in.

"LESTER!!! YOURE SOOO GOOOOOD!!! OH GODDDDDD!"

The car filled with the mixed of Lester's sloppy eating and the other man's uncontrollable reaction noises.

Lester tongue fucked him nearly insane.

"LES! I AH! I'M GOING TO OOOH! COME LES!"

He pulls back earning a pitiful whimper but quick replaced the empty ache with his dick.

"Ya ready sweetheart? I'm not sure I can be gentle while I'm high off ya."

He breathed trying to muster enough enegry to reply.

"Yes."

He grinned eyes gone dark with lust.

"Good."

Lester at once set a deep and hearless pace, hitting every nerve and sweet spot in each rushed trust.

He couldn't hear the other man's brainless sludge that dripped from his mouth as he tried to make actual words since he was so deep in riding his own pleasure.

He knew his release was only a few seconds away.

"I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU SWEETS!! I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF!"

He couldn't respond other than pushing himself up to get Les some how even deeper.

Lester pushed his lover's head face down into the leather seats as he milk his cock through draw out trusts in his ass. He came buckets leaving a mess of mixed cum from both of them on the seats and floor.

"God we got real messy huh."

Lester smiled coming back to his senses.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had Les."

He shook while trying to pull himself up from the now dirty seat. Lester pulled him up into his arms and tapped his jacket round the both of them.

"I never knew I'd need that."

He sighed relaxing into Lester's warmth. Lester kissed his cheek and rubbed his marked up thighs.

"Ya need anything right now sweet pea? I know I can be a bit wild."

"Well I could really used a nice cuddle season at your house."

Lester flushed.

"And to stay there for the rest of my life. Would that work for you Les?"

"I think you'd make a very handsome house boyfriend."

#slasher thirst #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut #lester sinclair smut #lester sinclair x male reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax x male reader

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 52)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<prev part 52 next>>

A/N: Contains prose.

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"Hot ride you got there."

Satoru looked up from his phone, looking at you over the top rims of his aviators. He pushed himself away from where he was leaning on the car – a different one from what he usually uses: top down, perfect for your short road trip to your home. He grinned, happy that you found it to your liking, but he couldn't pay much attention to that as you strutted towards him. With your luggage in tow and a backpack slung on your left shoulder, you basked in the morning sun, wearing white shorts and a graphic muscle tee with armholes extending just above your waist. It gave him a peek of your black sports bra underneath.

"Good morning, indeed!" he greeted you, taking your things and tossing them on the backseat as if they weighed nothing. He then faced you, slipping a hand through one of your armholes so that he was holding onto the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him, startling you.

"You're being unfair right now. How do you expect me to keep my hands to myself while I drive?" he whined close to your ear.

A smirk drew itself across your mouth as you plucked his sunglasses from the tip of his nose and propped it over his head instead, meeting his cerulean eyes without any obstruction. "You're going to have your hands busy. No way around it."

He clucked his tongue. "That sucks, but at least I can have my morning kiss."

Your eyes widened when both his hands moved lower, cupping your ass and sliding his palms down the back of your thighs before lifting you easily so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. You braced yourself on his shoulders, and he took your preoccupation to claim your lips with his, the kiss so heated that you felt the intense degree of want emanating from him.

You pulled away with a snicker. "Put me down, Satoru."

"Shame."

As you wished, he set you on your feet, but before you could regain your balance, he placed a hand behind your neck, locking you in place with his mouth against yours for the second time. He exhaled harshly through his nose, moaning shamelessly against your mouth and sneakily inserting a hand between you two to touch one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

"Satoru!"

He kissed you on the cheek before backing away with his hands up in mock surrender. He then opened the door to the passenger side, gesturing for you to board the car.

You shrugged, passing by him with an annoyed look, but that was just to conceal how flustered you were at his boldness. He then closed the door, but in the next second, he bent down and stole another kiss, this time landing on your left cheek.

"Hey –"

"That should be enough for the next two hours." He rounded the car, shaking his head. "Or not."

He hopped into the car, putting his aviators back on before looking at you with a grin as he started the car. "Ready?"

You couldn't help but join in his conviviality and just chuckled. "Ready as I'm gonna be."

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TAGS LIST: @arxliana @neeneee @charlie-xo @aelynaneedsalottathing @arizzu @cloudxp @justpuddinglol @mikkies @nyfwyeonjun @whats-humanity-lol

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20230829]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo #smau #jjk smau #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo smau #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #geto suguru #sukuna #social media au #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo hcs #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[spahhzy]

Jaune: Hey, Bleiss, nice tie! *thumbs up* How are you?

Weiss looks at annoyed: Arc has mistaken me for some buffoon named Bleiss . It seems logical cause she also works at 'H&H' and does the exact same thing I do. She also has a pension for exquisite dresses and great glasses. We even go to the same stylist, although I have slightly better hair..

Jaune: So how goes the Dust deals and photoshoot?

Weiss: it's...going exceptionally well.

Jaune: Really? That great! Oh, uh, and how's Pyrrha? She is a really great girl, isn't she?

Weiss: Oh yes, I'm very lucky...

Yang: VB! Congratulations on the new sales record!

Jaune: Ah gee, thanks!

Blake: Listen, Jaune, Fish?

Jaune looks at them before pulling out a picture and hands it to Blake: Get that to Ren for next weeks photo cover challange, and you know me, Blake, I'm just a phone call away!

Blake takes the picture: What about friday?

Jaune: Oh can't unfortunately I got a dinner reservation at 8:30pm at Ambrosious with Neo.

Yang, Blake, and Weiss look at each other before Jaune waves goodbye to them.

Yang: How the hell did he get a Friday night reservation at Ambrosious!

Blake: maybe he is bluffing.

Weiss looking at the photograph still in Blake's hands, reaches into her bag before also pulling out a photograph.

Yang: What's that ice queen?

Weiss slides the photo to the group, revealing a back shot of the Schnee Cheeks.

Weiss: New photo from the photoshoot. What do you think?

Yang: wooah, very nice!

Weiss: Nora emailed them to me yesterday.

Blake: Nice Pose.

Weiss: Jack-o-pose, and the lighting was natural sunlight.

Yang: That's very cool, Ice Queen, but that's nothing... look at this.

Yang reaches into her bag and pulls out a photo of her as well, She too was in the same Jack-O-pose her butt was the main feature of the photo, as well as some of her breasts were visible due to the size of Yang booba's.

Yang: Jackopose while using these ol' girls to spice up the rest...what do you think.

Weiss swallowed a lump in her throat as the jealousy began to set it.

Blake: Woah, look at you getting all fancy. Who would a thought?

Weiss: I can't believe Blake prefers Yangs ass too mine!

Blake: But wait... you haven't seen anything yet.

Blake sets Jaune's photo down before digging into her own bag and pulling out her own photo.

Blake: Feast your eyes on the bellabooty...

It was Blake in the exact same Jackopose as Yang, Weiss, and nothing was different from them others but could tell the her butt was bigger than both Weiss and Yangs.

If Weiss's jealousy wasn't skyrocketing already, it was now.

Weiss kept a straight face as she rubbed her hands together.

Weiss: Impressive...very nice...hey let's see Jaune's photo!

Blake and Yang looked at each other before putting away their photo's timidly as Blake flipped over Jaune's photo, and Blake showed Jaune photo to Weiss.

Jaune was doing some barbell squats, in only but some shorts, the sweat gleaming down his body, but nothing was more proficient than the indomitable Arc Ass.

Weiss: Look at those glorious round cheeks, the tasteful thickness of them...oh my god, I could get lost in them!

Weiss dropped the photo from her hands before standing up and walked out without a word to the others, whomst just looked at her confused.

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Weiss is feeling 'Hip to be Square'.

#jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #white rose #silent knight #neopolitian (rwby)

[biblioflyer]

How Picard should end.

The very probable end of The Next Generation is coming and with it the beginning of the end of the first phase of the revival of Star Trek that began with Discovery. Here's what I'm thinking about.

As I write this, the final episodes of Season Three, the series, and perhaps even this sub-franchise are coming into view. I refer to it as a sub-franchise because I think that Picard as a series has a storytelling approach and a set of themes that it has explored that overlap with Discovery but also has its own identity.

Because of the age of many of the principal characters, there has been a strong theme of having to adjust with grace and empathy to a world radically changed from what was normal and comfortable to you, having to acknowledge your complicity in the faults you find in this world, and of repairing relationships that have been harmed. 

Immersing myself in where Picard has been as a series, even just the first four episodes to date, has given me a strong sense of what it is that Picard is about and thus some strong, but not pugnaciously held opinions on how it should end. The failure to do any of the following will not “ruin” the series for me, although the alternatives better be really well done.

For the first time of the CBS era, I actually really feel strongly that my own aesthetics could be defied and I will still really enjoy the outcome. For example I despise the trope that Jack Crusher represents but the trope has been so superbly executed that I’m almost annoyed at how completely I’m in his corner.

Speaking of Jack Crusher….

I would strongly prefer he not be written off as a space god or killed. For one, this is just Wesley’s arc duplicated. For two, while “NuTrek” is doing a great job at moderating the setting’s default posture that transhumanism is bad, it feels too cliche and even cheap in a way for him to vanish into the aether. Let him live, as a mortal, trying to do right by all of the people who fought and died for him not because he was a space god, but because it was right. 

We’ve had three seasons of intense focus on the deeds of mortal and fallible individuals struggling to know what is right in a morally complicated universe, taking huge risks, and even sacrificing stability, family, love, peace, sobriety, and even their own lives: don’t end this with space magic. Don’t do another “space magic makes it all better so nobody really ever had skin in the game” ending.

Speaking of Wesley, having the two meet would provide a nice bit of closure for Beverly. It would bookend nicely with her line about already having lost one son to the same stars that call Jean luc.

Seven of Nine & Raffi

On again or off again, just pick a lane and make them handle it like adults.

As I’ve said before, I see two equally valid paths for Seven assuming it's handled properly. Seven can remain in Starfleet, her acceptance earned and her merits recognized by all but especially by Shaw. Ideally were this to be the case, I think I would like to see her take up Picard’s mantle of mentor to misfits.

There isn’t a character who is better positioned narratively in this series to become the person who sees something in people that others don’t and can find ways to take the round hole that is Starfleet and make it a square hole for the people who need it.

Or she can walk away and reclaim her full autonomy. Go back to the Fenris Rangers or go into Starfleet Intelligence.

As for Raffi, the past two seasons have intensely focused on the work the character was doing to first recover from addiction and then reclaim her mental health and with that the ability to have relationships without either her need to chase mysteries or the desire for control alienating those around her. It's time for Raffi’s work to be seen by others and to be supported. 

In the first season it was entirely fair for her son to refuse contact: she was too much a creature of her substance abuse and her obsessiveness. Now? Cut her some slack and let her show that she’s mastered the thing that makes her the hero no one is prepared to recognize that they need until it's too late but also makes her the villain in her own life.

I would merrily support a Worf & Raffi spy action buddy cop series. Seven, Jack, Laris, and anyone else unaccounted for who is not really a good fit for traditional ship service can come too if they want. A Star Trek answer to Firefly or The Expanse would be incredibly fascinating with good writing. Given the way Star Trek Picard has been critiquing the limits of institutional power in dealing with the unknown or morally complicated situations, I think the time is right. 

Perhaps this could be the Section 31 series instead of a 23rd century era one. Just have the Guardian of Forever send Georgiou to where she’s needed rather than where she belongs. She’d be a great foil for Zen Worf and the morally flexible but not that morally flexible Raffi.

Section 31 are bad guys, full stop.

Speaking of Section 31, either confirm that Section 31 has been disbanded and formally disavowed or that it had its Church Committee hearings and been folded back into Starfleet Intelligence with strong oversight and strong guard rails. Putting Worf and Raffi front and center in it would afford an opportunity to show that it is possible to address existential threats to the Federation without genocide or the intervention of space gods. 

It's really only been after seeing Discovery recycle the same deus ex ending, only worse, that I have come to realize that the way Deep Space Nine finished the Dominion War arc really, really rubs me the wrong way. My list of things that I think are completely antithetical to the core assumptions of Star Trek is not long, but the Federation being saved not once, but twice by attempted genocide is definitely on that list. 

Don’t get me wrong, Deep Space Nine is probably the most overall well executed series from the point of view of nearly every aspect of the show being consistently competent, but falling back on Section 31 to save the Federation? Not a fan of that.

Romance

I am not on the Bev/JL train. It had its time. For all the ways that Star Trek Picard has been in conversation with critiques of TNG’s very 1990s “end of history” worldview, one thing that was superbly managed was the idea that Beverly and Jean luc could try out a romance, realize it doesn’t work, and then be content with a strong bond that doesn’t need to express itself romantically. It was incredibly, shockingly mature for a 1990s drama.

This show did not kill off Zhabon and an ancestor of Laris for Laris to be killed off or to politely step aside.

Maybe Bev is happy being unpartnered. How about them apples? Maybe a senior woman is perfectly self actualized on her own and can take or leave romance.

This is probably one of the looming plot resolutions I am the most likely to be actually angered by if it doesn’t go the way I would prefer and it isn’t handled extremely well.

Once again, do not fridge Laris to make room for Beverly. 

That would easily make my list of the top five most appalling creative decisions of this show and this is coming from someone who has invested quite a bit of effort into defending and rationalizing its other controversial decisions. Having her step aside with her life and dignity is less distasteful but still frustrating.

The Federation and Shaw

Follow through with the overall theme from season one that institutions solve big problems but rules are not there to follow mindlessly. Conscience matters as does doing the right thing even when you are fearful. 

It may not be fair to ask 500 people to risk their lives for four people who have deliberately chosen to put themselves in harm’s way on a fool’s errand, but then when does it become fair? Does it have to be 501 lives on the line to be worth 500? How morally virtuous do the victims need to be? 

Smaller, more nimble actors don’t have to make these trades. The Mugato in the room is the Maquis. They could easily have provoked war but they did also provide a means by which Federation citizens who wanted their autonomy could contest Cardassian oppression without exposing the Federation to the specter of war  if the Federation failed to ensure their well being.

Also when and if a bad call is made out of anger, fear, or incomplete knowledge of the situation, how the consequences of that decision are addressed matter.

The Federation abandoned the Romulans. As did Picard himself. Picard accepted responsibility in Season One. The Federation extended its protection over Maddox & Soong’s Synth colony but there’s no mention of any peacekeeping or humanitarian efforts for Romulans who have rejected “the old ways.”

Finally, Shaw has his reasons and this series has been nothing if not incredibly nuanced in how it invokes trauma and uses it in a way to explain but not justify the behavior of characters. A theme I have thought about a lot in the context of Captain Marvel is the way that coping mechanisms for trauma often encourage self reliance and aloofness to the extreme. In Shaw’s own words “at some point asshole became a substitute for charm.” I would argue that the final stage of healing would be to become a team player who is capable of forging authentic relationships built on mutual trust and respect.

Now I do think this is coming in the form of a sincere working relationship with Seven but I would prefer it be extended beyond Seven. For Shaw to accept Seven as Seven is a good start but everyone is capable of accepting “one of the good ones.” Some sort of broader recognition that it's on him to swallow his terror and rage, it's not on every single XB to prove they’re not going to assimilate him.

Other characters / elements

BBEG: (Big Bad Evil Guy) I don’t know that I’m necessarily hoping for anything or anyone in particular. Armus would be cool. He’s one of the last entities on the board with an axe to grind who could conceivably be a credible menace to Changelings and shares some of their mercurial nature. 

The alien parasites would be neat as well. That that has long gone unresolved is a longstanding gripe but I feel like the time may have passed. Thematically the Changelings have more or less eaten their lunch when it comes to replacing people and intricate conspiracies. At this point, I think it would be just as well to retcon the infiltrators as having been an early effort by the Changelings to infiltrate other societies without exposing themselves to danger. The Founders certainly have the genetic engineering acumen to design a parasite species.

Elnor: at least mention him as existing, if not give the character some proper closure. Show him thriving in Starfleet and having a good relationship with Picard and Raffi as mentors and surrogate parents, explicitly connect Picard’s experiences with Elnor as a child and his effort to repair his relationship with Elnor as having been a practice run for Jack and the recognition that Jean luc would not have been his father as a parent.

Or show him choosing to leave Starfleet for the Rangers or even just to lead a quiet life of study and meditation. That’s cool too.

Jiurati: if the big bad is the Borg or related to them somehow, it would be cool to see Jiurati’s faction sweep in to help defeat them. Otherwise maybe one more reference would be nice.

The Admiral Janeway cameo is long overdue.

It would be nice for Worf to mention Alexander and Jadzia. Perhaps in the context of giving advice to Raffi on love, life, pursuing rapprochement after being an absentee parent, and living with the knowledge that your life choices place partners in existential danger. It would be a great way to cement their dualistic role this season rather than having Raffi be Worf’s sidekick.

Don’t fridge Tuvok. Find him safely.

Oh yeah, there's also JL himself.

We don't need to have Picard die on screen (again.) As far as I'm concerned Logan is all I'll ever need for Patrick Stewart death scenes. Its just too hard to contemplate. I consider the character of Picard to be a father figure and I'd kind of just prefer that he gets to be happy. I'd like for him to get good with Elnor and Jack.

"I tried so very hard to belong to this place."

Maybe pass the vineyard on as a national park that is Picard in name only. We all know his real home is in the stars. Putting him to work leading a Romulan humanitarian NGO that relies on his Starfleet contacts and credibility is I think the perfect bookend to how the series began with his despair over the Federation's failure and the ongoing interrogation of whether Starfleet is the only legitimate or appropriate entity for solving problems in the universe.

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[letsg00000honey]

By Hand

Part 1

pairing: Carmen Berzatto x female!reader (uses she/her pronouns, Y/N)

warnings: Use of alcohol, smoking (it's bad for you o.k), profanity (so many f#cks but none given), mentions of sex, smut eventually in future chapters, NSFW, minors DNI and so forth

summary: You go out to a bar to celebrate your new massage therapy job with your best friend, and meet some new ones. One is loud and obnoxious and the other is short and quiet but hot af. You'll never guess who is who!

A/N: This is set a few months after the end of S1. Carmy has been talking to his family and friends more, getting used to socialising again. His character is hopefully less monosyllabic, still a bit shy, but slightly loosens up after a few beers and is more hopeful about life in general. Also, he really needs to get laid.

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"You want another drink, Y/N?" asked your best friend Sara as you sat at the bar.

"God, yes- gimme something ridiculous this time, with fruit and a parasol and shit. Surprise me- I'll get the next ones, 'k?"

She was already waving to get the bartenders attention as you casually swivelled on your barstool and surveyed the room, taking in the black booths with faded red velvet seating dotted around the perimeter of the large, currently empty dancefloor.

This wasn't high class by any stretch,  but the price was right.

In a booth near the bar, you noticed a couple of guys drinking beers.

One of them was taller, with dark hair and a 5- o'clock shadow.

It was his friend, sitting directly across from him that really caught your attention.

He had large expressive eyes, emphasised as he glanced up at his friend as he listened. His hair was tousled, made more wild each time he ran his fingers through it.

You watched as he fidgeted with his beer bottle, peeling off the label piece by piece in between sips.

He was wearing jeans and a slightly crumpled white shirt, sleeves rolled up. His arms were painted with tattoos, too difficult to make out from where you were sitting. You observed the taller guy gesticulating wildly, slapping the table every now and then- maybe to make a point?- and talking so loudly you could actually make out what they were saying over the hum of the bar.

"...I'm just sayin', why not cuz? Meatballs and spaghetti, meatball subs- 'balls are great with everything! I think it would taste fuckin' good if you combined them, ya know. Like, cut up lil' bits of bread and mix it in so you get a meat ball sub and spaghetti at the same time."

The guy he was talking to had a small smile on his lips. "Ya mean croutons, Rich?"

"No, not fuckin' croutons! I mean the bread pieces... mixed in...ah, what the fuck would you know anyway, Carm? Probably rather serve caviar or rich people shit than real food..."

The guy call Rich folded his arms and leaned back, apparently annoyed.

His friend raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"You try it, Rich. Lemme know how it turns out. My round, yeah?" he said as he stood up, sidling out of the booth.

He took one last sip from his bottle and glanced over to the bar, meeting your gaze.

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Sara tapped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to reality.

"Voilà! Look at this! I even got them to add a crazy straw- they didn't have any sparklers, sorry babe, " she said with a joking apologetic tone.

"I'll survive somehow, thanks honey."

You took a sip and were immediately hit with so much sugar and alcohol it almost knocked you off your bar stool.

"Sara, what the hell is in this?!" you said between coughing and laughing.

"The bartender said it was a magic potion. I figure he must be right, it's his livelihood after all."

"It tastes good! It's just... intense. Thank you, for real. We gotta celebrate, huh?"

"What are you celebrating?" said a quiet, warm voice to your right.

"Oh my god.. hi.. I mean, yeah, we are celebrating, for sure..."

You rambled as the guy you had been unintentionally staring at across the room was suddenly right there, casually leaning his muscular arms against the bar as he glanced shyly at you.

"-Hi, this is Y/N, I'm Sara! She meant to say that we're celebrating her new job. This girl here is officially a massage therapist, starting Monday!"

You blushed at both your friends' pride in your achievements and how you had felt completely tongue tied at the handsome strangers question.  What was the matter with you?

You were usually confident when talking to new people, even if you would consider yourself a bit of an introvert deep down. Wasn't alcohol this strong supposed to give you liquid courage?!

"Fuck, a massage chick? You give happy endings, sweetheart?"

Rich was suddenly right in between you and Carm (what kind of name was Carm anyhow?), elbowing his way in and leaning one arm against the bar, totally blocking Carm with his back and looking at you and Sara with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Great, this guy must think he is a real comedian, you thought. As if you hadn't dealt with jokes about hand jobs, 'happy endings', and God knows what else for the last three years as you studied to get your degree. You were used to people assuming it was a front for sex work. What they didn't know was that you didn't care- sex work was real work too, it just didn't happen to be your line of business.

Before you had a chance to respond, Carm rolled his eyes heavenward and hissed at him-

"Fucks sake Rich, don't be such a fuckin' creep!"

"I was just sayin', you know.." Rich was still smiling but looked slightly less certain of his comedy act.

''It's ok,' you interjected- ' l get that a lot. People make assumptions, I'm used to it. I start work for the Cubs Monday as their in-house sports massage therapist. I'm pretty sure handys weren't detailed in my contract, but you know, I can always check it again", you said with a bright smile and a wink, surprising both Rich and Carm.

Carm, wide-eyed and blushing slightly at your candour, had a small smile as he took a drink of his new beer, passing one to Rich.

"Fuck cuz, this one can bite back! I like it!" said Rich, grinning and elbowing him.

"And so can I, asshole- so back off the lame-ass jokes if you know what's good for you!"

Sara piped up beside you, narrowing her eyes at Rich and stepping closer to him, sizing him up.

She had always been a fierce defender of you no matter what. You loved her, but it could be a bit much sometimes- especially when you felt like you could manage shit yourself.

Rich put both hands up in apology.

"Whoa whoa whoa ladies, take it easy.  Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot, ya know. Start over? I'm Richie, and this is my cousin, Carmy," Rich finally turned slightly to allow an eye line between you and Carmy.

You felt electricity down your spine as you locked eyes with him again for the briefest moment. Close up you could see his eyes were a clear azure blue, his wild wavy hair laced with gold. Would it be weird to run your fingers through it right now? Yeah, probably.

Carmy cleared his throat.

"You wanna join us over there? Promise I'll try and keep this fucko under control."

"Fuck you, Carmy."

"Thanks, cuz."

You and Sara looked at each other.

You desperately wanted to talk more to Carmy, and you tried to convey your approval to her through a meaningful look. Thankfully, your years of silent communication worked this time.

"Sure thing," she said. "Y/N, you good?"

"Cool" you said with a smile, as nonchalantly as you could.

You looked at Carmy again.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. His arms, his profile- he had an aqualine nose, which reminded you of a Roman statue-, those eyes- it suddenly dawned on you that while you hadn't gone out tonight to hook up, you would be absolutely fine with it if it involved him.

You bit your lip and stared at your drink for a moment, trying to gather your composure, and trying to mentally erase the myriad dirty thoughts that had sprung up there.

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You were sitting between Richie and Sara, with Carmy by Sara on the edge of the booth. You hadn't been quick enough to ensure you were sitting right by him, damn it, and Rich had made a big deal about standing up and making room for you to scooch in.

Probably took too long trying to regain your composure at the bar....

"So what do you do, Carmy? Also, that is an um, unique name?"

Keep your cool, Y/N. Ask normal questions. Don't ask him if he wants to fuck you in bathroom. Not yet, anyway.

"It's short for Carmen," he replied.

"Carmen. That's cool, and you are a...?"

"He make sandwiches and fucks shit up most of the time," interjected Rich, trying to pull focus back on himself.

"Pretty big words coming from you, with your chivalrous introduction to us, buddy" retorted Sara.

"I'm chivalrous as fuck, honey. I pull out chairs and open doors and shit for chicks, ain't that right Carm?"

"Oh yeah, all the time." Carmy looked amused by the idea.

Shut up Rich, you thought, just give me a chance to actually talk to this guy. You tried again.

"So, where do you make these sandwiches?"

"It's called- well, it's gonna be called 'The Bear'...it was my brothers place."

You didn't miss the 'was' in that sentence. And definitely didn't want to pry into why Carmy's brother was no longer around to run it.

He had a soft, forlorn expression,  his eyes darting up at the ceiling as he had another sip of beer. This guy seems kinda sad, you thought. And kinda fidgety, as he once again started peeling the label off his bottle. Sara and Richie started talking about the sandwiches at the restaurant, and you half listened as you sipped at your drink, becoming increasingly mesmerised by Carmy's hands. You noticed small scars on them as you watched him, his elegant fingers moving precisely to strip the label.

"You ever heard what they say about people who peel the labels off bottles? Apparently, it's a sign they really need to get laid, get out all that tension," said Sara with a smile and a wink to you.

"Car-my! It might finally happen for you, little cuz!"

Richie grinned and slapped the table. Looking at Carmy, you couldn't imagine he was a virgin, but he did seem to be filled with pent up energy- what from you had no idea. Sara added-

"You know, massage is pretty good for relieving stress, right Y/N?"

"It's true, I can't deny it," you said, smiling as you glanced at Carmy. He was blushing slightly but was looking at you with a sparkle of curiosity, maybe something more.

"You know, uh, I like for real could probably use some. My neck feels really tight, hopefully I haven't fucked it or something- I think I lifted a delivery weird a few days ago and it's legit been kinda sore." Carmy rubbed the back of his neck and winced slightly.

"You haven't been to a doctor?"

"Nah, hoping it'll get better on it's own."

"Well, I would be happy to offer my services. At a price, though- nothing comes for free, y'know."

Carmy smiled at you, his eyes alight.

"Yeah? What's the damage gonna be?"

"I wanna try one of your sandwiches for a start, they sound fucking delicious."

"For a start?" a small smile played on his lips again as he took another sip of beer.

"I have a couple other ideas," you murmured, almost to yourself.

"I need a fuckin smoke, cuz- you ladies wanna join us?" Rich cut into your thoughts.

"I'm reformed, but thanks," you replied.

"I'll get the next round when we get back, ok?" said Carmy, glancing at you again.

'Sure," you smiled at him. He excused himself, Rich following him, talking loudly about the best one night stand he had ever had.

"The tits on her, Carm! Fuckin' melons...."

They didn't take their jackets at least, so thankfully Carmy wasn't so embarrassed by both Sara and Richies making fun that he decided to go home early.

As the front door closed behind them, Sara leaned in.

"Verdict Y/N? The tall one is so fucking cocky, and the short one is pretty quiet."

"And fucking gorgeous. Swap seats with me. I need proximity. Have you *seen* his eyes?!"

"I've seen you burning a hole in him with yours." she said, as you edged over her to switch places.

"Fuck off. Oh god, am I that obvious?!"

Sara chuckled.

"You're fine, Y/N. He was looking over at us when we were at the bar."

"Really?!"

"Well, either us or the bartender."

"I'll take those odds. I think Richies into you, he keeps looking at you."

"I noticed. He has a smart mouth, but he is sort of funny - we can't tell him that, though, or he'll never shut up."

"They're coming back - do I look OK?" You suddenly felt that spark again as you saw Carmy walk back over, adjusting your dress.

"You're hot, Y/N" she responded.

"Thanks, babe."

Carmy reached the booth and leaned on the table, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth as he observed you had swapped seats with Sara.

'What's your poison?' he said, looking directly at you. You rubbed your thighs together under the table - just a look from this guy sent fire to your core.

"Surprise us," you said with a grin.

"Yeah?" he smiled and drummed his fingers on the table- "You got it."

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Part Two coming soon!! Feedback welcome🙏 🩵

@cool-girl-is-hot @drunkenhills I finally published lol @heardchef your GIF game is 🔥 thank you!!! xx

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[corrodedcoughin]

Oh man I've been listening to Hayloft by Mother Mother and it's loosely making me think of a Steddie Old West au where Steve is the son of a wealthy landowner who lives in this big house surrounded by lots of land his dad owns. And Eddie is a poor boy who lives in a tiny house on the outskirts of a local township who becomes an outlaw only because he got accused of a murder he didn't commit.

Dustin doesn't believe Eddie did it, and is determined to find him and help clear his name. He ropes Steve and Robin into helping him and Max - obviously.

Eddie ends up hiding in the hayloft above Steve's barn somehow (I can't decide whether he goes there because Steve told him to hide there, or he just picked a random barn). And Steve brings him food, and blankets, and goes up there to talk to him over the days while they try to figure out who really killed Chrissy and blamed Eddie.

They fall for each other, hard. One day, when the sun is setting, Steve goes up to the loft with some food to share and a bottle of fancy whiskey they pass back and forth. Lit only be the flickering of a lantern, Steve can't help but notice how long Eddie's eyelashes are, how soft his lips look, and how badly he wants to kiss him. So he does. And Eddie kisses him back. And they end up pressed together in the hayloft, legs tangled together and lips on lips.

And the next day Steve's parents come home. And his father absolutely cannot find Eddie or they'll both be dead. He's anxious and scared and can't go up to the barn to warn Eddie without making it suspicious.

And then I haven't quite figured out what happens after this (whether it goes the heavy angst route kr not) but I'm so tempted to try and write it?

OhhhhshitohshiojSHIT!!!!! IM LISTENING!!!! TO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU SAY!!!!

First off, fucking electric song that I completely forgot about so thank you!

SECOND!!!! This whole premise I’m absolutely losing my MIND!!!! PLEASE IF YOU WRITE IT SEND ME THAT LINK!!!! You’ve thought of EVERYTHING!!!! I honestly can’t get over this oh my god

I have a thought! So Steve went out to the barn with a lantern right? So what if it accidentally gets knocked over when Steve is leaving the barn and obviously fire in a hayloft is not a great scenario so his parents come home and the place is ablaze. His parents are shouting blue murder at Steve, calling him incompetent and careless as he just bolts into the barn because Eddie is in there! Eddie the man who makes Steve feel important and listened to and loved. Eddie who’d sell his soul to save his friends and is treated like the scum of the earth for it. Eddie. The man Steve loves.

Neither of them come out. The barn burns down and as much as the harrington’s look upset anyone close to Steve knows they are more annoyed that their property is damaged than their son being dead even though the body is never found.

Steve and Eddie escaped out of the back door, thinking this could be a new life for them. On the road. They’d have to leave their friends and their current lives, never settling in one place, but maybe they could make it work? They deliberate in their only safe place, Dustin’s basement, when Nancy wheeler (the towns woman in the know) barrels in with news they’ve all been waiting for.

Henry creel, a traveling snake oil salesman has been touring and is due to stop by Hawkins he’s been all around the area and this is his last stop. Somehow it gets uncovered that he’s been murdering people as a way to drum up business for his potions and promises. Steve and Eddie don’t have to leave town, end up being heroes because they (along with Nancy of course) round up Henry and effectively save everyone. They finally get to lead their life together and Steve’s parents move away because the town shame them for being uncaring bastards 😌

#I’m #so sorry this went too far didn’t it? #I just love what you said!!!! #ignore what I said I don’t mind I just want to hype you up!!! #god you are so good!!! thank you!!!!!! for even engaging with me!! but this?!!!?!! oerfection!!! #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #if you’d rather i didn’t publish this I can delete!!!

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

To Make a Heaven of Hell (4/?)

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Virgil gets to explore Lily's paradise, have some questions answered, and think about some things.

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Chapter warnings: past toxic relationship/trauma, brief mention of gender dysphoria

Notes:

This chapter took me a while to write, but I'm really happy with how it turned out!! I'm so grateful for Jaysea's Hells Belles prequel fic - I think I'd die without it at this point, lmao. It makes it very easy to orient myself and write my descriptions of places like Lily's paradise. lol. If you like the series and haven't read it, go read it, after this chapter, obviously. It's very good.

Please enjoy this chapter! And I apologise that we don't get to meet Roman yet ;-;

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“You’re absolutely sure you’re okay with this?” Virgil asked for what must have been the thousandth time as Lily lead him back through the door maze that was the universal paradise realm. It made Virgil uneasy just to be back here at all, though he was reassured by the promise that they weren’t going to his own door. 

“Absolutely,” Lily reassured, voice still patient and kind no matter how many times he asked, “I’m not about to make you sleep in the break room, am I?”

“But- your paradise?” Virgil asked, “Isn’t that- personal, or something?”

“Virgil,” Lily said, pausing their trek along the dusty paths, Virgil worried for a moment that he’d done something wrong, “You are welcome in my paradise whenever you want, even after you’ve accepted your own. You need somewhere to stay, and I have a spare bedroom, it’s okay.”

Virgil was silent for a moment, and Lily took that as a sign to continue walking, he followed, despite his growing uneasiness about the whole situation, “I- I can’t cook, or clean, or anything- I know money’s not a thing here- but-”

“You don’t need to do anything to earn your keep,” Lily cut him off firmly, “You don’t need to earn basic kindness.”

“But-”

“And besides,” Lily said, “Carl gets annoyed if you try to clean.”

“...who?” Virgil asked, frowning. They didn’t realise someone else was involved in all this. 

“Ah, Carl, my house,” Lily said, her house… had a name? She chuckled at his obvious confusion, “It’s semi-sentient, Sharkie named it when they were little.”

“Really?” Virgil asked, tilting his head.

“Yeah, she lived there too, before they accepted their own paradise,” Lily said, winking at them. Virgil didn’t say anything to that, but he was sure Lily saw the astounded expression on his face. 

“We… age… here?” Virgil finally asked, as they started to approach a round purple door with shimmering silver metalwork set into it.

“Not exactly,” Lily said as they stopped in front of the door. This must be Lily’s, “Once you settle into yourself your body will either age or de-age to wherever you feel most comfortable - uh, best examples, Judy is a lot younger now than when she died, and Sharkie is a lot older.”

“So… I’m not going to be seventeen forever?” Virgil asked. Lily laughed. 

“Not unless you want to be.” She reassured, “Once you’re settled and comfortable here you should age until you’re comfortable.”

“Oh thank God,” Virgil chuckled awkwardly, before looking back at the door, “So this is…”

Lily nodded, stepping up to open the door, “Welcome, to Hobbiton.”

“Hobbiton?” Virgil asked, before he actually got a look around the door and gasped, “Oh, Hobbiton,”

“I know, it’s cool, right?”

“Really cool,” Virgil chuckles, following her lead as she walked through the door and up to the house.

Virgil yelped in surprise as a black and white blur darted out of the front door as soon as Lily opened it. She laughed, leaving the door open as she walked over to pick up what Virgil could now see to be a cat. 

… he felt a little silly being afraid, now. The cat was adorable. 

“This is Max, my cat,” Lily said, smiling as she walked back over, “You can pet him, if you’d like, he’s a little attention seeker.”

Virgil laughed and tentatively reached out to run his fingers through the cat’s long fur. Animals had never liked him back in the mortal world, especially not his parents’ monster of a cat. Max, however, seemed to be happy with affection, no matter who it came from, and rubbed his head against Virgil’s hand immediately. 

While he still couldn’t help but feel uneasy about this whole thing - Lily letting him stay in her paradise and promising no catch felt wrong on so many levels - he thought maybe he could get used to this anyway.

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Lily had let him know which room was hers, and which room he would be staying in too. She’d let him know that he was welcome to use the kitchen if he wanted - Virgil had quietly mumbled that he was scared of the oven, embarrassed, though she hadn’t seemed to mind. She’d told him that he could read anything in the library, but to beware because a lot of the books were… spicy, in nature. She’d also told him that he was welcome to explore the house, as well as the rest of Hobbiton, at his own leisure. 

He’d been left alone in her hobbit hole after she had left to go on a date with Bel. For a while he’d just sat on the bed of the spare room, looking around with his hands in his pockets. The idea of touching any of Lily’s things sent a shiver of fear down his spine. Objectively, he knew she wouldn’t get angry, she’d given him permission, for goodness sake. He just couldn’t quite shake the feeling. He’d lived with his boyfriend for two years before he died, and every minute in that house he’d been walking on eggshells. It was hard not to apply that same fear to this. 

But this was paradise, Lily wasn’t the same as his boyfriend. No-one would appear from around a corner to scream at him for toasting a piece of bread or daring to sit in the wrong chair. 

Not only that, but the way Lily seemed to trust him so readily was almost eerie. Sure, the fact that he’d earned a paradise in the eyes of the universe was at least somewhat telling about their character, but she’d still only known him for a short time. He wondered how a person could be so trusting. 

But then again, he trusted her, at least somewhat, so maybe it wasn’t so strange. 

Taking a deep breath, and then another, Virgil finally stood back up from the bed in the spare room and slowly ventured back out into the hallway. He couldn’t help the way he crept, making sure he didn’t make noise despite the fact that he knew Lily wasn’t here, and that she wouldn’t care. Slowly he made his way back to the living room - the space was lovely, but he caught the reflection of himself standing in it and almost burst out laughing. He looked over at Max, curled up on the couch. 

“I really don’t fit in here, huh,” Virgil chuckled, the way he stood, so out of place in the almost cottage-core living room, with his dark patchy clothes, ripped jeans, and big stompy doc-martins, the dramatically emo makeup he wore atop his deathly pale skin and shaggily cut dyed black and purple hair. No, he stuck out like a sore thumb. 

Max just stared back at him, looking unimpressed. Virgil shrugged.

“I guess it doesn’t matter, right?” Virgil said to the cat, as though he would respond, Max just licked his paw, “It’s not like this is actually my place, it’s Lily’s, I’m not supposed to fit in, right?”

Max meowed at him, because of course, he was a cat, and didn’t actually understand a word they were saying. 

“Cool, thanks,” Virgil said anyway, coming to the conclusion that no, it didn’t matter. Lily said he was welcome here, so he was, even if he stuck out like a sore thumb against the fantasy aesthetic of the house. 

Maybe he’d explore later, but for now he sat down on the couch and looked at the fire burning in the fireplace. He sat there, for a long moment, just staring at the flames, until he remembered something Logan had told him when he first got here. 

“You should also - as a soul - have a body that more accurately aligns with your gender identity.”

He hadn’t thought about it, really, because the state of his own body had - surprisingly - been the least of his worries since he’d arrived in the afterlife. But now that he sat and thought about it… Logan was right. 

When he turned to look back at the mirror, he could already see that his facial features looked a little more masculine. When he looked down at himself he couldn’t see much of a visual difference to how he’d looked back in the mortal world whilst he’d been wearing his binder, but… he wasn’t wearing a binder now. 

He couldn’t help but flap his hands when he realised that he wasn’t wearing a binder, but his chest was still flat. When they’d come to terms with that realisation, they slowly - very slowly, under the watchful gaze of Max - peeled off their jacket for the first time since he’d gotten here and stood up, walking over to stand in front of the mirror in awe. 

Maybe he couldn’t see much difference when he was sitting, but Virgil was pretty sure that his body was less curvy than it had been. It was… odd, he barely felt a difference, but it was there for certain. It was weird to him how he could stare at his own reflection without feeling disconnected - like he was looking at someone else - or cringing away when he saw what he looked like. 

He looked like… him. 

They weren’t sure how long they spent staring at himself in the mirror, but eventually, Max meowed and walked over, winding his body around their legs. Virgil laughed, bending over to pick up the cat before looking back at the mirror. 

Honestly, Virgil might like to have a pet of his own one day. 

“You wanna explore the garden with me, Max?” Virgil asked the cat, who purred loudly and snuggled into his arms, “Okay, let's go.”

—-

When Lily returned a few hours later - with Bel walking next to her - Virgil had finished wandering through her garden and instead retreated to the Library, finding one of the few non-spicy books and curling up in Lily’s favourite armchair to read. That’s where Lily found him, half asleep using their jacket as a blanket with the book open on his chest. She’d carefully taken it and slipped a bookmark between the pages to save his place, before grabbing a proper blanket and draping it over him before retreating to her own bedroom with Bel. 

Virgil woke up in the middle of the night to the dim light of the moon shining through the library window. His neck hurt from the awkward position he’d fallen asleep in on the chair. He stood up, pulling his jacket on properly and grabbing the blanket that he was pretty sure hadn’t been there when he’d fallen asleep and trailed - half asleep - back to the room Lily had said he could stay in, collapsing properly on the bed and falling back to sleep in an instant. 

—-

The next morning he’d woken up to sunshine on his face - which he didn’t really appreciate, he’d have to remember to close the curtains tomorrow night - and the smell of pancakes. It was so surreal that Virgil just lay there staring at the vaulted ceiling of the room for a few minutes as everything came back to him. He didn’t remember where he was for the first few seconds until he turned his head to look out of the window and saw Lily’s garden, and beyond that the rolling green hills of Hobbiton. So all of this hadn’t been some kind of medicine-induced dream. 

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief as he dragged himself out of the bed and padded out into the hallway in black fluffy slippers that had appeared by the door to the bedroom - he was sure those hadn’t been there yesterday - to find Lily humming along to music in the kitchen, flipping a pancake in a saucepan. 

"Hey kid!" Bel said, waving to him from where he was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his tail was swaying to the music. Virgil waved, ducking his head, a little embarrassed for seemingly no reason.

“Good morning,” Lily said turning to look for him when Bel spoke, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” Virgil answered, hands in his hoodie pockets as he realised that yes, he’d slept last night better than he’d slept for… a long long time, and he’d woken up to the prospect of pancakes, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to summarise in words how amazing this felt, “I slept really well.”

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[k-dokja]

"I'm going to end it all."

"Stop being overdramatic."

You whipped your head up to glare at Yoo Joonghyuk. Annoyed at how apathetic he was to your struggle. This was low, even for him. In fact, it should've bothered him more for you to be put into this position. But no, you were left with your emotional distress while he told you your tantrum was unfounded.

His complete nonchalance irked you with every breath he took. You wanted to wrangle his neck and made him regress into the next round. If it wasn't for your injured leg and your entire survival relying on him for the next few days, you would've done it. You would.

"You're not the one who was given the role to," you glanced back at the text in front of your eyes and cringed, "be Prince Schweichen's second-in-command and hold forbidden, unrequited feeling for him."

"And?"

God, you wanted to throw a shoe at his head.

"Because you're Prince Schweichen, asshole!"

You felt the sweat trailing down the back of your neck every time you walked around the open space. And you sweated even harder when you were with Yoo Joonghyuk.

Somehow, you always sensed a pair of prying eyes drilling holes into the back of your head. It unnerved you to be watched, even if this would've been no different from your normal day on the outside.

At least back then, the role you played was a familiar one. In here, however, you struggled to fit into the shoes too large for your dainty feet. If only there was anything for you to make it go away.

"Ack!"

In your paranoia, you failed to see when Yoo Joonghyuk stopped and ran straight into his solid back. You bounced back from the collision, but Yoo Joonghyuk remained standing. The glare he gave you made the eyes of the Story following you somehow more inconsequential.

"Watch it."

"Bite me."

You snapped back. The regret came in an instance when you felt the pressure of the Story boring down on you. You were quick to stomp down on your irritation and bit back whatever barb you had with a smile. "My apologies, Prince Schweichen, I was too enthralled with your marvellous physique to pay attention."

Now he cringed. Yoo Joonghyuk was quick to turn away, his brisk steps foretold that he will leave you behind if you didn't scramble after him. You heaved out a sigh then stumbled onto your feet. If it wasn't for the pressing matter at hand, you'd have left him altogether.

Yet, there was no choice. You had to stick with him until this scenario stopped being a bother in your hindside.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

His glare tore from your face down to your legs over his. You feigned innocence by following the lines of words in the book you were barely reading. In truth, you hoped your actions would infuriate him. After all, Yoo Joonghyuk finally decided to find solace in a small reading nook and you had to come over and bother him.

Ruffling his feathers gave you great joy. It was the closest thing to a hobby that you had while the two of you were stuck together. Not that you had much else to do outside of story progression until the two of you were reunited with everyone.

However, what you expected to be him shoving you down never came. When Yoo Joonghyuk put his hands on your legs, you braced to face the eventual shove he made. But what you got was him undoing your boots and setting them down beside his legs.

You opened your mouth, snark ready at the tip of your tongue. Yet once you saw his expression, it died. You sighed, turning away from him. "How long do you think we'll be stuck in here?"

"It gets longer if you counted it," Yoo Joonghyuk picked up his book, the one he set down when you interrupted him.

You hummed in agreement. Not that there was any space for an argument to his words. The two of you were resigned to being stuck here until Dokja showed up. At least, you have both managed to figure out where the other members of the party were. However, approaching them was a struggle.

Two of them were lost to their character and the third was a tyrant.

At least you had Yoo Joonghyuk.

The thought itself ailed you. "Ugh," you grimaced but when Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at you, nothing else came out. Instead, you booted up Midday Tryst, the scowl remained on your face.

"I cannot believe they set up our roles like this," you rubbed down your face, "it makes no sense."

"You think I like being engaged to Han Sooyoung?" He arched an eyebrow. Like you made a stupid statement. You would proclaim that you seldom made a stupid statement, but somehow, Yoo Joonghyuk always made it sound that way.

"That ship already sailed," you pointed out, "the two of us, however, remained at the port. You know hurt and comfort is a hit with the readers."

To make a point, you began to count all the tags all of you were acquiring with this situation alone. "In fact, we have checked a lot of boxes. Bodyguard with royalty, yearning, slow burn, friends to lovers—"

"We are not lovers," Yoo Joonghyuk bristled out loud.

"Calm down, Your Highness, ain't nobody wants your cranky ass either," you raised a hand to stop him from getting defensive.

Turned out, that was a mistake. Once again, you felt the pressure of the story turning into pinpricks at the back of your neck again. Meeting his eyes, you knew he felt it, too. You swallowed and forced on a smile. "Except for me, who will forever stay under reverence of your eternal excellency."

Yoo Joonghyuk cringed away, snapping back to his book. God, you hate this role.

"Schwei, let's celebrate our two years anniversary," you raised up a bottle of sweet wine, then put it down on the table between the two of you.

The tavern was packed with people at this time of the week, leaving the two of you no more than two unknown faces in the crowd. It helped that you both took the precaution to keep your anonymity with your cloaks and low profiles.

"What two years anniversary?" He furrowed his brows together, confused.

You smirked, eager to get the upper hand, "Why, celebrate the day you were freed from that horrendous marriage, of course."

Upon this revelation, he only snorted, "You mean the one where the wedding bred a tyrant?"

You remained in a complete cheer while sitting down in the seat opposing his. "Hey, dodged a bullet, I'd say that's a cause for celebration."

Yoo Joonghyuk was not convinced by your line of reasoning. In fact, he went to demonstrate that with his crossed arms and leaned back in his seat. "Didn't you also get your leg injured 'protecting' me in that wedding?"

"Yup, would've thought healing magic was going to save that," you drawled, "turned out it's a penalty."

"If this doesn't disappear the moment we got out of here, I'm going to end it all and bring you with me," You told Yoo Joonghyuk after he failed to heal you because of your prior failure in healing your leg.

After drinks were poured, Yoo Joonghyuk left his untouched but you knocked yours down swiftly.

The sweet and cooling alcohol comforted the irritant in your throat. For a moment, you were feeling at peace with your situation in spite of the loud commotion surrounding you. You propped your chin down on your palm, watching the people going on with their

"Can't believe two years passed already," you clicked your tongue, "think we're gonna be here until we have kids or something?"

Your question remained unanswered for too long. For a moment, you thought he was going to tell you to stop counting again. However, when you looked back to check on him, you found Yoo Joonghyuk staring at you. His own expression was... complex at best.

"We're not going to have children," he said, "it would be irresponsible to have them here."

You almost snorted, "What about after the scenario then? Wouldn't having some little Yoo Joonghyuk running around brighten your day?"

"Would it brighten yours?" He shot back, challenging.

Idly, you thought about it. The future. All seemed too far away. "I don't know, I might make a decent babysitter if you pay me for it."

"I have to pay you to take care of your own kids?" He asked, incredulous.

It took a moment for you to understand the implication. Another for you to stare back at Yoo Joonghyuk and held back from the urge to kick him under the table. However, your tension dissipated the moment you caught his mouth twitching.

Then, you really kicked him under the table. "You sun of a fish, don't scare me like that."

He barely flinched at your kick. The only indication that he felt anything was the frown he made.

Wearily, you sighed, "Besides, I don't even know if I want to have kids yet, I'm too young to be thinking about this."

"That's your excuse?" Yoo Joonghyuk deadpanned. "You're 32 already."

You kicked him under the table again.

"Don't bring up my age, you elderly sun of a fish."

Really, leaving you stuck with Yoo Joonghyuk was a brilliant idea. Let's hope Dokja will arrive before you strangled Yoo Joonghyuk for real.

#orv #orv x reader #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #fics #yu junghyeok #yu junghyeok x reader

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Au Revoir and see you around… probably never!

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Marinette groaned at her phone's loud noise. The annoying shouting at her to wake up was hideous. Blearily she opened her sleep crusted eyes and fumbled around to turn it off only to find it wasn't where she expected. Opening her eyes more she as she took in the chaotic room and more importantly strange bed that she had woken up in. Shifting the soft sheets to sit up Marinette groaned pushing her face into her hands as she remembered fragments from the previous evening.

What was planned to be a quiet evening catching up with colleague escalated into drinks. Which lead to a club. Which lead to meeting the stupidly attractive Adonis Dick and dancing the night away resulting in ending up back his loft apartment. Which explained the strange room and bed. A glance next to her showed that the Greek god of a man she ended up going home with was missing. Shaking her head of the fun memories of the night, Marinette eased herself of the bed, wrapping a blanket around her as she started searching for her clothes pausing to fumble with her phone trying to work out her location so to plan her route to work.

Glancing at the route it was suggesting, Marinette grumbled to herself as she pulled on the dark trousers she wore the night before. She would never be able to make it home in time to get a new set of clothes and none of "Audrey Approved" shops would be open and enable her to get a new outfit in time to deal with the fashionista.

The only bonus was that she thought she would be able to go past her favourite café to grab a coffee. Gnawing her lip as she pulled the crumpled silk blouse over her head, she concluded that some help might be required.

A scan of the room showed that her jacket wasn't in sight, Marinette took a deep breath and pulling her purse over her shoulder and stood tall in preparation of her escape of the sanctuary of the bedroom and bravely face whatever she had let herself into.

Creeping quietly down the hall towards the main living area, Marinette found the place silent. Like she had truly been abandoned. Breathing through her anxiety, Marinette called Allegra and hoped that she was feeling generous.

"Hi Legra…"

"Marinette! Are you ok? Did you get home safe? You disappeared when I went to leave."

"Ummm…"

"Marinette?"

"I maybe be arriving a little late. I'm err a little tight on time. And umm… I may… errr…. Be wearing the same clothes as yesterday."

"*gasp* Mar-in-ette! You went home with that guy with the great butt!"

"…maybe…"

"You go girl! He was h-O-t!"

"Do you think that I might be able to borrow a spare outfit from stores to change into. May one from last season so Audrey doesn't work it out?"

"Oh she'll know but sure, I can save you hun, payment is a decent cappuccino from that café you adore."

"Done! Thank you Legra. I'm just sneaking out now."

"Sneaking out!! You're not even giving him your number?!?!"

"…"

"Please tell me you'll leave him a note at least."

"…"

"Marinette!"

Marinette rolled her eyes at Allegra's comments before she spied her jacket left over the breakfast bar's chair round the corner.

"Fine, I'll let him know… (probably) Talk to you later, I've just seen my jacket!"

Hanging up Marinette darted towards her missing item, internally celebrating that she just needed to find her shoes, she missed the additional person in the kitchen.

"He's not here by the way."

Startled, Marinette let out a squeak to notice a tall dark haired woman standing there leaning against the counter waiting, by the smells of it, for the coffee machine to complete its task. Blinking in surprise, Marinette floundered, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say.

"Huh?"

Internally she face palmed at her completely coherent speech at yet another insanely hot and muscular goddess of a person. Her brilliant blue eyes bore into Marinette making her feel trapped.

"Dick. He's not here, he left 30 minutes ago."

"Oh. Umm… Ok… I'm just…"

Marinette pointed at her jacket before processing what the woman in the red and starred top said. The woman instead tilted her head taking the disaster Marinette was in as the coffee machine finished making a pot. Marinette watched as a gorgeous smirk graced red painted lip as the woman stared at the top of her head. Realising she'd not tried to tame her hair yet, Marinette frantically tried to brush into something resembling presentable.

"Coffee?"

"Oh god yes! Thank you!! That would be wonderful."

"Here."

Marinette practically melted at the coffee offering and closed her eyes savouring the smells and hoping that it would help her brain reboot so she would stop looking like a dunce in front of the alluring person.

"Oh, um, who are you?"

"Donna. Dick's roommate."

"I didn't realise Dick had a roommate. Sorry about this."

"No worries. I'm used to it by now."

Marinette snorted into her coffee, choking at the implications of what Dick was like… and maybe her.

"Not like that… I mean… sorry… I'm going to shut up."

The now named Donna groaned causing Marinette to try and suppress a grin. Marinette felt relieved that she wasn't the only one who was stumbling about in the conversation.

"I didn't stumble in here last night expecting a fairy tale romance. Promise you, it's ok. "

Donna smiled back, relaxing into a calmer stance as Marinette took a large gulp of coffee before Donna put on a more concerned and serious face on. Like she was bracing herself for something.

"What I did mean, is that Dick is unlikely call you back. Sorry to break it to you."

"Oh. That's ok. Last night was fun and all but yeah. Can you tell him thank you and I don't expect to see him again."

Frowned in confusion at Marinette's response, Donna looked puzzled.

"You don’t mind that he won't call you back?"

"umm… not really. It was fun and all but he kinda is living up to his name. I mean leaving before I woke up, getting you deal with me than doing it himself and all…"

Pausing in drinking her coffee, Donna stared at Marinette before barking a laugh out as a smile grew on her face.

"I'm telling him that. That's brilliant!"

"Sure. I told my colleague that I'd leave him a message. That one works right?"

"Definitely. And it's deserved. He's got his head up his arse at the moment and you shouldn't have to deal with his drama."

Nodding along Marinette beamed at Donna as the coffee started to work its way slowly into her veins. Her escape and not needed to deal with heart ache or anything was aligning up perfectly. Only thing is that she was enjoying Donna's company. Marinette took in the pretty woman before her and tried not to blush and ignore how her bi-heart skipped a beat as she spotted Donna also checking her out as well. Glancing away hoping she wasn't caught Marinette noticed the clock behind her showing the time.

"Shoot!" Downing the remaining of the coffee, "Thank you for the coffee. It was really good! I need to go, I'm sooo going to be late for work!!" Marinette darted towards the door where she vaguely remembers taking her heels off.

"Au Revoir and see you around… probably never!"

"Wait! Miss!?" Donna called out moving from the counter trailing after Marinette holding a jacket.

"Marinette!" Marinette called over her shoulder as she wobbled getting her heels back on. "Seriously! Thank you for the coffee Donna, you saved me!"

Winking at the last moment, Marinette opened the door at looked back at Donna who was striding towards her.

Slipping out the door, Marinette ignored Donna's muffled cries out about a jagged or something and ran down the street. Hopefully that was the last time she encountered them and this would all end up being a fond yet embarrassing memory.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #Marinette x Donna Troy #Donna Droy x Marinette #meet cute monday #maribat rarepair #rare pair

[jasper-the-menace]

Please tell us about your MTG decks

I also got an anon asking about Commander decks, soooo JASPER SIXTY CARD DECK SPEED ROUND! I play either Kitchen Table 60 card or Commander (these will be featured as a response to the anon instead of in this post). I usually play against only my mom, but we're slowly getting all of the youth of a small town into the game as well. Not entirely sure how that happened.

First up is the White Slice Tour, a monoWhite deck I made to see what the hell is the appeal of monoWhite. I haven't gotten to play it yet, but it's a fairly low-power deck.

Next we have Rats. That's it, monoBlack Rat Tribal. It is my baby and they are here to overthrow the gods. My mom hates the poor things.

The third one for this evening is my Flying Theme deck. This is White-Blue and exists solely to counter my mother's monoWhite Angel deck. Yes, Alrund's Epiphany is in here.

We have two Red-Green decks: my OG(-ish) Wolf/Werewolf Tribal deck and my Boar Tribal/Food Token deck. The Wolf/Werewolf deck was the first deck I ever built (and my second ever deck). The Boar deck just kind of popped out of nowhere because I wanted to make Food Tokens, I wanted to play a Domri Rade planeswalker that my mom got me, and I had an unhealthy number of powerful boars (Ilharg, the Raze-Boar and End-Raze Forerunners, my beloveds). The rest, as they say, is history.

Now, brace yourself for the next one. Are you braced? Are you sure? Alright, here goes: Green-White Squirrel Tribal featuring the Infinite Squirrel Loop (Scurry Oak + Ivy Lane Denizen). Yes, it's just as stupid as it sounds. No, there is no win condition in this deck. Yes, the look on people's faces when I drop 94-ish Squirrel Tokens in a stack on the battlefield and inform them that my Treefolk named Scurry Oak is now a 95/96-ish in power and toughness is beautiful.

I have two Blue-Red decks: Unblockable Otters and Instants And Sorceries Matter. The Otter deck is from a family joke about how I'm an otter instead of a son or daughter. Yes, there are two Lutri, the Spellchasers in it. The Instants and Sorceries deck is the spiritual successor to my first ever deck, the Dangerous Knowledge intro deck from the Eldritch Moon set. That said, I didn't really like how it played, so I took out about half of the cards and replaced them. I'm currently waiting to retry that one.

I have two three-color decks in my 60 card collection.

The first is Blue-Black-Red Pirate Tribal. Yes, I sing the Lazytown song every time I play a pirate in that deck. Yes, it gets annoying and I lose my voice. But the absolute beauty of being able to wipe out every non-Pirate creature more than makes up for it.

The second is a Black-Green-Blue Snow Theme deck, featuring the bane of my mother's existence: Spirit of the Aldergard. She hates this fucking bear so much. And it's easy to see why: Because of its ability that gives it more power for every Snow permanent, if you have a deck that's ONLY Snow permanents, well...

The bear's just gonna fuck up your life and eat all your Cheetos and piss on your couch before rolling out of the window, that's what's gonna happen.

It's even more fun when you consider that I have three Runes in this deck. One gives a creature trample, one gives a creature deathtouch, and one gives a creature flying. This bear is a fucking menace.

...Did I mention that I'm running a full playset (aka 4) of these bears?

~Jasper

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