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the-possum-writes · 8 months

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You may have gotten a request like this already so please ignore it if you have!

I really enjoy your works so far and I'd like to request the nsfw alphabet with Marshall Lee if that's something you'd like to do! Gender neutral or afab anatomy if that's okay but I really don't mind if you keep it fully gender neutral!

I hope this request finds you well and happy! Thank you for your time to read this ask and for sharing your work, it's very enjoyable to read! (It also helps that I adore possums hehe)

[Marshall Lee NS/FW Alphabet]

Tags: NS/FW, mentions of voyeurism, hcs, dirty alphabet

A/n: Thanks for requesting! Ya'll eating good tonight-! This is for the AT version of Marshall, the F&C Marshall would probs have some differences without the whole vampire thing.

A = Aftercare

Marshall doesn't need sleep so he'll help you clean up asap and lay in bed with you so his low body temperature can help ya cool off, he would also sing you to sleep in compensation if he went too rough on you.

B = Body part

Regarding his partner's, he's fond of your chest. He doesn't breathe so he likes seeing it rise and fall whenever you're panting, and enjoys listening to your heartbeat during cuddle sessions.

As for his body, he likes every aspect of it but if he had to choose it would probably be his eyes. They're the first thing someone sees when he's lurking in the dark.

C= Cum

Slick like glue, and lacks any kind of odor or taste (I guess it's because he's a supernatural creature). He doesn't produce an exaggerated amount of cum in a single shot but he's determined enough to fill you up until it's sliding down your thigh, no matter how many rounds it takes.

D= Dirty Secret

Marshall snuck into your house once cause he wanted to gonna prank you by hiding your toothbrush and other stuff but he accidentally floated in on you in a private time and didn't leave until you finished. Nowadays he knocks before visiting you, but there are times where he touched himself to that memory.

E= Experience

Marshall has been around for thousand years, he knows his likes and dislikes regarding stuff done to him, and what he likes in a partner. He's confident in his performance as well, he has skill and learns fast, he knows that he'll find and exploit your weak points that'll have you sobbing in a good way.

F= Favourite Position

The dude can fly, he likes having you cowgirl (or reverse cowgirl) style while on mid air even though you've told him how dangerous it is.

G= Goofy

Though he gets heavily feral most of the time Marshall is a versatile man who can still crack a laugh even at the most heated times, if he's feeling playful and is on a full teasing rampage he'd use wordplay/puns that depend on the location you two are at.

H= Hair

Marshall is well trimmed but not fully shaved, his pubes are just as dark and wavy as his hair. However, sometimes he'd occasionally try to do funny patterns and would walk out of the bathroom bare ass naked and ask. "Does this look like a bat to you?"

I= Intimacy

Okay so we all know Marshall portrays himself as the residential bad boy and everyone buys it, but in reality he keeps his relationships at an arms length since he's lost people close to him. The guy craves intimacy and it's evident in the small affectionate gestures during sex like how he intertwineds his fingers in your hands, and after sex, he's got his legs tangled in yours, plays with your hair and rests his head on your beating chest.

J= Jack Off

In the early years of vampire hunting he couldn't allow himself a single moment of vulnerability even if his hormones were getting the best of him, but in current times in Aaa where he isn't always on guard he wanks it on occasion here and there when he's lacking company. Once he starts dating you he can't help but stoke himself in front of you when you touch yourself for him.

K= Kink

Pray/Predator play:

He loves playing the part so much. On a full moon he will give you a 10 minute headstart to let you run loose through the woods in that white transparent nightgown he likes so much (fits your role as the helpless victim) as he shape shifts into a wolf or a giant bat and hunts you down by the scent of your arousal alone.

Size difference:

Okay hear me out on this- The guy can shape shift, it would be impossible that he wouldn't develop a knack out of it (especially with the prey/predator thing) when he's near you. He gets a thrill out of it when he's in his bat form, slowly diving you down on his shaft until your thighs come in contact with his fur.

Blood kink:

At first he wasn't interested since he had enough fighting those bloodsuckers (and because it's an obvious thing for him to have). So everyday he fought the blood kink allegations but after years of denying it, its become a new curiosity. He doesn't need to drink the stuff to survive but there's something euphoric about yours that tastes better than any shade of crimson, he'd avoid your neck the first few times but would obtain it from you inner thigh, it's like biting into a lovely jelly donut.

Voyeurism:

It's rude to spy on others but Marshall is well known to watch over others regardless if they're aware of it or not, you'd learn it the hard way when he caught sight of you touching yourself in your private time. In recent times you purposely masturbate in front of him as he sits back in a comfy seat but only after kicking his ass for being a creep.

Exhibitionism: He doesn't mind taking things in a public space like a bathroom stall or just outside a party, he already has his initials marked all over Aaa so a quickie is just another way to mark his place as his.

Praise kink: can't get enough when hearing you say how much you love him, how good he feels inside you or the sensation of his mouth all over you.

L= Location

Anywhere, anytime. The only place he refuses to go is the Nightosphere cause his mom has eyes and ear everywhere and those pesky demons would rattle him out and before he know it his mom is asking for grandchildren.

M= Motivation

It takes so little to rile him up but the fastest way is when you're wearing on of his band shirts.

N= NO

Alright hot take. Although he jokes around with it sometimes; Marshall refuses to actually bite your neck with his fangs. Sure he'll nibble on your neck and bite your shoulder but his fangs never really pierce the skin of your jugular, it brings bad memories of his own forceful transformation and how it made him feel.

O= Oral

Appreciates anyone who's brave enough to let his teeth near their privates.

P= Pace

He goes rough and fast, he knows he gets too carried away but he forgets it right away when he sees you enjoy it as much as he does.

Q= Quickie

Doesn't mind them.

R= Risk

Definitely a risk taker. There's many ways to turn him on and he'd love to share them with you, his safe word is probably something like batshit or fries.

S= Stamia

Impecable. Unless you're a supernatural creature you can't match up with his subhuman self.

T= Toy

Marshall likes them both on himself and on his partner, he likes the dildo varities in particular (when he needs to prepare you for his bat form) and how crazy some designs can get.

U= Unfair

Ultimate tease, if you start taunting Marshall he's gonna return it in an instant. Doesn't care if you're out in public he'll get handsy with you as punishment, and dear glob have mercy on you in the bedroom cause he'd edge that bratty attitude out of you.

V= Volume

He isn't as vocal compared to you when he takes the lead, he would mostly let out an occasional hiss or groan intertwined with his dirty talk or teasing. Buuut, if he's the one on the receiving end he'll cry, whine and moan like a bish.

W= Wild Card

If it wasn't because of his vampire regeneration abilities he'd get dick piercings.

X= x-ray

A nice 9 inches long with a slight curve upwards, he's long but a bit on the slender side like most of his body, it's color is just as pale too but halfway it leads to a small dark gray tip.

Y= Yearning

High libido, watch out. Although he doesn't need to eat or sleep he can still feel lust and hunger which become stronger the longer his needs go unfulfilled.

Z= Zzz

He doesn't really sleep much nor does he get exhausted easily, if he's with a mortal partner he'd pretend to sleep just to keep you company or sing/ play a lullaby on his guitar for you.

#adventure time x reader #Marshall lee #marshall lee x reader #reader insert #nsft alphabet #I'll have to look up more positions cause I was completely dry on that part tbh lol

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purgetrooperfox · 15 days

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propaganda (elevator pitches) ⬇️

Nocte (sw):

is CMO of the Coruscant Guard. fiercely loyal to the Guard. deeply wary of the senate, with very few exceptions. he's my oldest oc and probably the one y'all are most likely to have heard of. integrated into arcs with many of my friends' ocs/fics/whatnot <3 what else goes in his elevator pitch,,, known to take kids and younger clones under his wing, protective to a fault, low tolerance for nonsense. beat around the bush at your own peril. questionable bedside manner. manwhore tendencies. I love him, you love him. he's been transplanted into [checks list] cod, tlou, and bebop

Uj'alayi (sw):

is an ARC trooper, used to work with the Shadows then got brutally injured and had to transition to the CG. owes his life to Quinlan Vos and is disgruntled about it. guard dog coded. his bite is exponentially bigger than his bark. on the surface: quick to laugh, quick to joke, charismatic and personable without being overbearing. this may or may not be a mask he wears. will lay a beat down on just about anyone if they Cause Issues for Fox. in the relationship of all time with Lane Hurosa (another of my ocs)

Bones (sw):

is marshal commander of the 410th recon corps under Bastra Vargdan (another of my ocs). traits include: CQC specialist, confounded by the concept of the Force, at least partly responsible for getting a gambling ring going in the GAR (has a poke face like nobody's business). outside of working hours, he's laid back, easygoing. stark contrast between On-Duty Bones and Off-Duty Bones. encyclopedic knowledge of regs, but flexible adherence to them sometimes. big brained tactical strategist, ended up teaching Bastra a Lot about like. how to lead a corps

Bastra (sw):

my Jedi 👉👈 trained by Sifo-Dyas so dookudyas is very dad-coded to him. specialized as an Investigator, excels at undercover ops. also has quite a bit of integration into my friends' oc arcs and stuff <3 buddies with Obi-Wan, gets on pretty well with the TG and CG since he spends a chunk of his time on Coruscant. ummmm he takes a Padawan like 10ish years before the war, somewhere in that range. he's a goofy guy, real stiff and formal a lot of the time but it lets up around people he trusts. of course I know him, he's me etc etc. he's currently getting transplanted into cp2077

Lane (sw):

is a journalist on Coruscant. they spend a Lot of time in the senate district, very good at schmoozing. certified flatterer. charming, if you will. always asking one million questions that senators do Not want to answer, which results in bans from various spots around the city LOL honestly they're just neat idk what to tell you. they stay following risky leads and getting themself into binds. they're squinting very hard at the details of how the Republic acquired a clone army

Myn (sw):

is a smuggler in the early Rebellion era. also a relentless optimist, sees the very first scraps of resistance and buys in immediately. IF somehow Nocte’s alive at that point, Myn's the one who tries and probably fails to sell him on participating in the rebellion

Vio Selnes (sw):

owns and operates a 24h diner on Coruscant. this diner gets heavy business from clones leaving 79s. connections to the clones leads to scattered connections with the Jedi, leads to the restaurant being used as a rendezvous point from time to time. part of Dexter Jettster's network

Jag (mk):

is part of the Kahn Guard when Kotal's in power. he was raised by the Shaolin Monks until he bailed, moved to the States, got into all sorts of illicit activities. Kung Jin eventually moves onto his couch and joins his crew. those illicit activities land him in a stint with the Black Dragon, which is a real lesson in Kano Is A Bastard. when Erron jumps ship, Jag goes with him. he's kind of an idiot, full of trussed issues, gay as hell, will bring a knife to a gunfight or a gun to a knife fight

Rose (mk):

is part of Danver's crew from before he went BD. the brains of that whole operation. she's severely underdeveloped unfortunately but I promise she's very cool. computer nerd. minimal filter on her in the best way

Eyes (cp2077):

is a ripperdoc with more focus on ripping than doc-ing. from Pacifica, got a long time connection to Mr. Hands. wound up in Maelstrom pretty young, cut his teeth on committing atrocities and revolutionizing Maelstrom's uhhh forcible cyberware implantations and general torture methods :) was real loyal to Brick, so Royce wrecked his shit when he took over, meant to kill him but he managed to get out. winds up on Viktor Vektor's table for recovery, tries very hard to turn over a new leaf. he's a fucked up bastard of a guy I shan't lie. compels me though

#clone medic nocte #arc trooper uj'alayi #bastra vargdan #clone commander bones #lane hurosa #myn gath #des 'eyes' gallagher #danver 'jag' hakka #vio selnes #rose garcia #those tags should be semi populated. i Think #leocs #bookmark

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breadbox-draws · 27 days

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KK LOOKS SO GOOFY AS DJ F-LIGHT/pos!!!! I WANNA HEAR MORE ABOUT THE TWO CHARTER AUS!!!!!

i'll be honest, i'm a little (pleasantly) surprised to see enthusiastic interest in these silly ideas- not as a self-deprecatory thought, mind, but more of an unexpectedness since this is a space where i just toss random doodles to the wind hdowjfjdk

i appreciate it very much though! yall folks and friends have been very kind <3

onto the ask at hand, i'll start with some preliminary details. Both iterations are some years older!, meaning that KK would be around his early thirties when he becomes a charter with a newly built district to his name (he's currently 27). Maxismum, the district, is relatively thin in width, and would likely be located on the outer rim of the city. While KK didn't originally want to become charter, in these AUs he's pushed or motivated to aim higher, so that he can provide a happy space for his friends and for Vinyl City. He takes this in two different ways, explained under the read-more!

(Foreword: these ideas are a wip, so the designs of the costumes and districts might change later on)

DJ F.Light

Route A is the Normal Route. Here, KK keeps his old stage name, DJ Dragonflyte, and just shortens it into an alias sometimes (the exact reason why is still pending, maybe as a way to get around without his reputation preceding him). KK continues with his philosophy of living the PLUR life (rave acronym for peace-love-unity-respect) and utilizes his status + district as a means of bringing attention to smaller and/or up-and-coming artists! It's sort of why his outfit is less flashy and looking like an ordinary event organizer, with some design inspirations coming from the look of aircraft marshallers.

Maxismum A:

This Maxismum has a topside and an underside, with the former being split up in quarters by cardinal direction.

The east and west quarters are long sections of bright neon roofed mall space, called Holiday Row East and West, respectively. They primarily function as a space where people can acquire 1) party paraphernalia (think Party City vibes) and 2) reasonably priced materials that can help someone kick off their own music career! So like instruments, costumes, sound equipment, etc, etc. The items are sort of generic though, since the inventory has to cater to a wide variety of people, so he encourages folks that do more specialized work, like costume and set designers, to advertise their wares at Holiday Row :]

The north quarter connects to an airport! Maxismum and Holiday Row also act as sort of touristy place, to be the first impression of Vinyl City (the airport + air tram access is also because it fits with his theme- he thought it would be cool). (i might not keep this idea)

The south quarter is residential, and while the apartments are well maintained, they're a bit tight on space and see a lot of foot traffic outside.

The underside is specifically used for performances, plural. It works similarly to underground warehouse raves back in the day, where there are separate "rooms" (buildings, at this size) that musicians can rent out for performance venues, and he'll accept any and all genres to take a crack at a real stage. The atmosphere of this layer is always generally dim, with streetlamps and blacklight fixtures and neon lights that decorate the area and lead people to places with 'ascension' motifs (airplanes, rockets, rising stars...you know, for Rising Stars).

DJ F.Light's venue, called the Blacklight Runway (a slight nod to a track by the same name from Dirty Androids), is the largest one there, and when he holds a concert, he never does it alone. He always invites other DJs or artists of similar genres to perform with him, where they cycle out the person playing after a certain amount of time. Each DJ is credited when it's their turn to play, and F.Light is always the last one to go. Anyone unfamiliar with his concerts might be surprised to see that...he was both the ticket guy at the door and the guy in the crowd that was *really* going ham with the cheering during everyone else's performances.

== ==

DJ Apotheotic

Route B is the "Bad" Route. This KK lets his nerves get to him and takes on the theme of the Sophisticated Techno Night Club. He transitions out of his old Dragonflyte theme completely and feeds into the idea that he *has* to look and act more "professional" in order to be taken seriously. Initially, that was in the spirit of benefiting Vinyl City, but he soon got lost with his vision and aimed for power and popularity instead, becoming dead set on being the Best.

Maxismum B:

Instead of "Party City Music Mall", the district looks much more like a futuristic minimalist, with architecture consisting of high rise polyhedral towers plated with sleek, black chrome and neon strips. (Think Tron: Legacy, for those that have seen the movie).

Instead of topside being split into quarters, there are just two halves: the business and residential districts.

Maxismum's offices are chic but practical, with a primary focus on digital equipment, like monitor screens, sound programs, and even gaming hardware. While not as artistically fancy as Dream Fever, there's definitely an energy of trying to be like 'what is sold or served here is of high quality, furnished with the latest upgrades and reputably sourced, and deserving of respect'.

The residential district is like...brutalism's chrome and neon cousin. Though the apartments are a little pricey, but they're close to air tram stations that connect to other parts of the city, and the living conditions and spaces are great, as long as you're okay with moving into a. block. It's all in the name of efficiency.

(The district sounds a bit bleak but it does have something of an active nightlife, with entertainment in darkness-themed establishments like arcades, laser tag, and bowling alleys. he hasn't completely gotten rid of his roots ey).

What stands out the most in the district is his venue, called...I'm less solid on this name (pun intended), but it's something along the lines of The Perfect Prism. It's a large building built on tall supports with an outer facade that changes its shape into different simple polyhedrons, like pyramid, cube, diamond. Sometimes a sphere. His concerts are the *only* official concerts allowed to happen in his district, and he runs his shows like he's the hottest thing in the city. I almost hesitate to say he's like a priest at his turntable pulpit because he's not...giving sermons or holding some kind of 'music Mass', but in the those calm breaks in the music when the DJ talks, he's definitely saying stuff like "my music will save your fucking soul (metaphorical)". And he doesn't just have his finger on the pulse of the party, his music *is* the pulse of the party, and he's "gonna deliver you from your troubles with a lotta noise, baby".

#bread art #art #oc art #nsr #nsr oc #no straight roads #KK #once again kinda proud of being able to knock out environments a little faster these days #doing the interior of Holiday Row and the exterior of Maxismum B took like 30 mins tops?#the writing took much more work to organize- welcome to the first of the text walls on this blog KJFDLASKF #i also- dont know why these images are so massive apologies #Charter AU

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Takes More Than a Bullet | Kyle Gaz Garrick x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: Hello,

I'm still gushing over that Cap. Price fic you put on A03 so I wanted to come and request!

I was thinking...

141 gets a new soldier and he's really really in love with Gaz (love at first sight) and like during one of their mission he takes a bullet for Gaz and gets pissed that people tried to shoot at him and just goes on a rampage (No Russian Style of course)

Sound cool? Idk I think it sounds goofy but imma request lol

summary: you get transferred to the one four one, and although you're not keen at first, you're at least very keen on Gaz.

tws: injury, blood, swearing, gun violence

When you first joined up for the RAF, you had no idea where you would end up, after years of service to the air force and even rising to the rank of Flight Lieutenant, you and your small squadron of pilots were extremely close; but all that came to a halt when Captain Price asked the Air Chief Marshal, Pahwa, if he could take on a pilot from the squadron to join his own ranks. Squadron number forty three were well known to be lethal in and out of the air, with both SAS and Gurkha training under your belts, and they were the pilots that Price wanted; the ones who could be just as good at air support as they were fighting alongside the others. It would have made his task force's job easier, too, as knowing that there was a pilot amongst them would have made getting the fuck out of dodge when shit turned sour so much smoother. But Price took his time, after watching all of you in action, and had made his mind up.

A week later, your shit was packed into bags and dragged over to the task force's bunkers, and a feeling of loneliness had made its way deep into your stomach; you packed your things away into the little room that was given to you, keeping the door closed as you put your headphones on and welcomed the sound of 'Spit It Out' by Slipknot. It was one of the songs that you always played with the other pilots, and even though you had not been separated for very long, you already wanted to go back; you missed the others something awful. But then your mind was taken off of that loneliness when there was a knock at the door and a clearing of the throat; turning around, you met a dark pair of brown eyes that seemed to be beyond description. So beautiful you couldn't help but to relax.

"Hey," he stepped in the room and offered his hand, a warm and kind smile on his lips. "I'm Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz."

Slowly, you shook his hand as you cleared your throat and smiled bashfully; he was so pretty, you felt like you were drowning but you didn't want it to stop. "Gaz... I'm (y/n)."

"You're a pilot, right?" He didn't let go of your hand, a little bit breathless when he realised that you were, without a doubt, the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on.

"Uh, yeah," you muttered. "I was."

"Was?" Gaz tilted his head to the side, those big brown eyes all too irresistible and making you weak the more that you looked at him. "Did something happen?"

"Uh, sorta," you shrugged, sitting at the edge of your bed and allowing him to do the same. His knee made contact with yours, and you felt like every nerve and every cell was suddenly shot with electricity. "I, uhm... Pahwa, our Air Chief Marshal, made me come here. Help you guys out."

"Well," he smiled, his cheeks turning warm. "It'd be nice to, y'know, get to know each other... and, if you have any problems, you can always give me a shout. I'm, uhm, I'm in the room next door, too. If you need me."

"Alright," you smiled back, able to feel how hot your features were the more you looked at him. "Thanks, Gaz."

You liked him, from day fucking one, you liked Gaz, and every time since that he had smiled at you, you could feel something bubbling in your chest as you grinned and held down a shiver of delight; during training, Price always put you together, as he had noticed that the two of you had gotten rather close, and that closeness afforded you both something that was difficult to obtain without building it from the bottom: you worked fucking brilliantly as a team. Truly, the dream team, you and Gaz worked damn near perfectly together whenever you were out into training; you could only hope that you and Gaz worked that well when it came to actually being in the field. But everyone, even Soap, had clocked on to the fact that you and Gaz were close, very close.

It wasn't that they minded, quite the opposite, as not only was it nice to see you actually fit in with the task force, but it was also good for things like morale and moral support; Price especially encouraged it, always letting you and Gaz wander off to Nando's and other restaurants when you had the time to. You made each other happy, and he liked to see that from his boys.

But that all changed when you were in the field.

Surrounded and outnumbered, Price told everybody to split up and head to the rendezvous point as quickly as they could until back-up arrived.

But you and Gaz were trapped, surrounded on all sides as you hid behind an old shipping container, your hand finding its way to his as you grasped it tightly, your thumb rubbing his knuckles so gently that he couldn't help but to be momentarily distracted.

"Whatever you do," Gaz said quietly, "don't go forwards."

"Oh, really? I thought I'd just run headfirst into fire," you snapped sarcastically, missing the way he smiled at you when you dared to look around the corner. "Bollocks."

"What?"

"It's like a fucking Tory convention out there," you mumbled. "Fucking violent cunts on all sides waiting for the chance to rip us to shreds."

Gaz frowned, slowly moving you behind him, shielding you with his body without even thinking about it. "And to think, we were gonna go to Tesco and get a meal deal."

"You got money for a fucking meal deal?" You scoffed. "Ark at you! Y'know, Gaz, if you'd have said you got Tesco meal deal money, I'd marry you on the fucking spot."

"You would?" He asked, trying not to smile.

"Oh, I definitely would," you nodded. "What kinda man would I be if I didn't?"

He laughed softly, leaning towards you so that his back was against your chest, his hands coming to rest on your arms when you put them around his waist, your chin on his shoulder. "If you wanted to cuddle, Flight Lieutenant, you could've just asked."

"You started it," you grumbled. But then the shooting got closer, got louder, and you pulled him a little closer. "Gaz, we ought to move, mate."

He nodded, but allowed you to be the first to get up and start running, right on your tail as he turned back every now and then to see if anyone was following; the sounds of gunshots were making his ears ring as he kept running behind you, only daring to let his anxiety fade a little when you reached behind, and hooked your pinkie finger with his. The feeling of your skin on his, it was enough to put him at a slight ease as he kept up with you; but then, you suddenly turned around, tackling him to the floor before you groaned softly, gritting your teeth and rolling onto your back as you coughed.

"(y/n)!" Gaz yelped, making his way over and immediately checking you over, shuddering in horror when he put his hands on your shoulder and they calm away red. "(y/n)!"

You groaned, swatting his hand away as you coughed. "Garrick, get your ass on the ground before they fucking shoot you, too."

Slowly, Gaz lowered himself so that he was laid on his stomach beside you, eyes filled with worry as he let out harsh breaths. "(y/n)... are you broken?"

"Takes more than a bullet to keep a good dog down," you muttered, getting to your knees and taking the gun from his hands. You spat some blood on the ground and huffed. "Wait here... or go get that Tesco meal deal, then come back - you know what I like."

Gaz frowned, shaking his head. "Don't go."

"I have to," you put your hand on his shoulder, wincing and biting back a growl. "They tried to shoot you, Gaz. I'm not gonna let those cunts live to see another day."

"Please," Gaz begged. "Don't go, (y/n), let me take you to the medics."

"Later," you pulled him just close enough to gently kiss his cheek. "I love you, I won't be long. Stay here, and stay close to the ground."

Gaz couldn't stop you, he knew that, so he covered his ears and kept his forehead pressed to the ground when the gunshots started; he wanted to go after you, he really did, but when you got the last four pinned, you didn't hesitate. Gaz regretted looking up, watching you execute them with ease before your voice echoed over the Comms.

"We're not overwhelmed no more. They're all dead."

Gaz couldn't move, not until he saw you making your way back to him with the sun at your back; you dropped the gun about halfway, and when you got to him, you straddled his waist, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face against the side of his neck as he put his arms around you, careful not to touch your shoulder.

"Are you broken?" He asked quietly.

You nodded. "My shoulder hurts so much."

"We'll get you to the medics," he told you softly, rubbing your back ever so gently. "Why'd you do it?"

"Because I wanted to protect you," you whimpered, the pain in your shoulder starting to feel worse and worse. "I wanted to keep you safe."

Gaz nodded, swallowing thickly as he hushed you quietly and cleared his throat. "We'll go out for Nando's after this. Fuck a Tesco meal deal."

"Can it be a date?" You mumbled against his skin.

He smiled. "Yeah, yeah, it can be a date... but, y'know, Flight Lieutenant, you wanted to be my boyfriend-"

"I just had to ask," you laughed quietly. "I know."

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babes4pdd · 5 months

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Please Don't Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain Headcanons

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time like ever writing fanfic + posting it so my apologies if there's any formatting errors. Anyways I just rewatched this and I wanted to write something about it because I Love it LOL. I hope you Enjoy!

P.S. There is both SFW and NSFW content in here so only read if you're 18+!!!!!

Ben Marshall

Very ambitious and work driven, eager to impress his father

Similarly he is very eager to please YOU always, sometimes he gets caught up with work but after that his first priority is always you <3

He always trys to act like he isn’t silly, but you always manage to wear him down

Outside of Jawn and Martin mostly people see him as v work obsessed and serious

So when you finally get to know this side of him you’re like shook because you never would have guessed

That Ben Marshall is so fun and goofy

His chest and shoulders are covered in freckles

He is such a terrible cook he burns everything

Loooves folding laundry with his big headphones on... like that boy loves a repetitive task

Refuses to smoke weed with you and Jawn and Martin but once a month after like...four Trulys he will hit your cart wayyy too hard and cough so hard you guys have to bring him outside and rub his back

He always smells so good, like clean grass and Irish spring soap

Leaves guy time constantly to hang out w you

Campfire guy

NSFW

Little to no experience LOL

Came in his pants the first time you two made out

His fave is missionary because he needs to be able to see your face

Praise kink to the maxxxxx

Loooooves overstim lol

Def into spit, loves when when your saliva is in/on him

Also has a thing for hickies, loves when you two stumble somewhere together, arms around each other’s waists, cheeks burning red and necks covered in bruises

Loves to eat pussy, but def neeeds more practice, like obv he was a total virgin when you too met

But still loves to at least attempt to please you, super overeager

Begs for it

Rly wants to cum inside of you

Likes being called Daddy on occasion

Martin Herlihy

Pretentious boyfriend to the max

Vinyl guy

Loves getting white girl wasted

Loves to dance when he’s drunk

Very clingy in the mornings

Like mansplains everything to you

Super overprotective and jealous

Hand on your lower back as you guys walk around together

When/if you get flirted with in public he gets so angry and possessive and he gets weird

Likes when you wear his clothes

Nsfw

Brings up you being flirted with by strangers during sex

Gets his jealousy out by sex

Loooooves getting oral, but will also give

Loves lingerie

Wants to shotgun vape smoke into your mouth

Likes hair pulling

Likes you being on top of him

Likes manhandling you

Will spit in your mouth

Likes to roleplay

Sometimes Lawrence comes out during sex

Always wants to be called daddy

Cums on your face!

If you wear glasses he's Begging to cum on them

Total ass guy

Sex playlist

Likes to degrade (not good at it)

1 and done for sex, if he cums first he’ll eat you out till you cum and then be like “Im sleepy 😊 )

Gets drunk and horny

John Higgins

Loves date nights in

Takeout and movie

Loves to cuddle

Little spoon

Is a good cook

Loves wine and gossip

Is a sassy man

Is constantly texting you/sending you tiktoks

Takes tons of candid pictures of you

500+ day snap streak

Is really whiny and clingy, especially in the morning

Likes his head being scratched

Likes showering with you and you washing his hair

Is a human furnace, always so hot

Passenger princess

Loves getting you little trinkets and treats

Loves to kiss your head

NSFW

Submissive most of the time

Occasionally dominant

Boob/thigh guy

Likes to be degraded

Gives tons of praise

Loud, whiny

Begging

Likes to be bossed around

Gets pegged occasionally

Loves it

Gets sooo needy when he’s high

Hairy

Always smells a bit too good

Cannot have sex while watching something, he gets too focused and has to pause it

Incorporate sex toys

Also into overstimulation

Likes the way of masturbating to a person, like sending you videos of him jerking off

Obsessed with boobs the way a 13 year old boy is

The best collected afterwards, the king of aftercare

Calls you mommy

Likes to be degraded but simultaneously needs to be affirmed

#please dont destroy #fanfic #please dont destroy fanfic #ben marshall #martin herlihy #x reader #john higgins #ben marshall x reader #john higgins x reader #martin herlihy x reader #ben marshall smut #john higgins smut #martin herlihy smut #please dont destroy smut #please dont destroy x reader #snl #snl fanfic #snl fanfiction #saturday night live fanfic

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romajuliettesupremacy · 2 years

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heyyy guys so as we know sometimes i get a little to into my hyperfixations so I made my flf/tvd midnights linkings already 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Mastermind-Phoebe (100%%% i’m right i don’t make the rules)

Vigilante shit-Rosalind (she’s in her silly goofy murder era and i support it)

Bejeweled-Orion (only the best for my favorite man whore 🤭🤭🤭)

Maroon- Celia (no explanation it’s just so and she’s just so and her and oliver are just so)

Anti-hero- Alisa (i know for a fact my girl has a whole ass crisis just like this every night)

Question…?- Oliver (i don’t have a reason i just feel like he would ask intrusive questions)(i know that’s not the point of the song i just don’t like him but i feel bad for excluding him)

Labyrinth- Silas (my poor little lovesick baby)

Karma- Juliette (ugh i love her, i miss her, i want to be her, she’s my favorite girl boss)

Sweet Nothing- Benedikt (the song just sounds so sweet and i feel like it just makes sense)

Lavender Haze- Roma (he’s in that lavender haze through like all of tvd)

Snow on the Beach- Marshall (this just clicks in my head idk and he’s probably a lana fan)

#you can totes disagree with these too like these are just what i was feeling at whatever time i wrote this #ALSO #I MADE THIS BEFORE THE BONUS TRACK ANNOUNCEMENT AND I DIDNT WANT TO REWRITE STUFF SO YEAH #ANYWAY #TAYLOR SWIFT UGH YOU ARE SO UGHGSJSBIS #THIS IS COLLECTIVELY THE BEST AND WORST NIGHT OF MY LIFE #i really want to do like ship pairings with songs but i’m tired so that’s definitely not a tonight thing #i also didn’t really know what to put for liek the dudes because i don’t really relate/ liek them that much #i love the white flowers but the flf boys just don’t do it for me (except occasionally Orion) so those are def the ones that wouldn’t be 👌#this has been tonight’s episode of i’m feeling a little manic and i wanted to let out some brain juice #I LOVE FLF #I LOVE CHLOE GONG #I LOVE TVD #these violent delights #our violent ends #juliette cai #roma montagov #alisa montagova #benedikt montagov #marshall seo #celia lang #foul lady fortune #rosalind lang #oliver hong #orion hong #phoebe hong #silas wu

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ara270904 · 11 months

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Yeah so I was thinking about Paw Patrol again. And it seems that I only think about my OC's and Paw Patrol but I also think about other things.

Back on topic I've seen several Chase x Marshall fanfics where Marshall is like a super innocent guy, well a "uke". I don't know if I don't know how to search, or because lately I'm not interested in anything, but every time I read a fanfic where Marshall is scared, or like so innocent I don't really like it.

And then in some Chase it's the complete opposite.

I think in my personal opinion that Chase is a complete clueless, oblivious to love. Is someone flirting with him? He does not notice it. He's a cop got his head stuck in work or play pup pup boogie or something like that. I don't think he's "innocent", he's more like oblivious to love, possibly it's something he doesn't really understand.

And Marshall, I also don't think he's innocent, he's maybe clumsy in love? Like he's already clumsy so he's clumsy in love but he understands a lot more about love than Chase.

Imagine Marshall with his goofy love trying to flirt or say something nice to Chase and Chase is like, "Is he being nice? Or what is he doing???" Like cute, or that Chase feels butterflies in his stomach and those love things but he doesn't know what they are, meanwhile Marshall does know.

Marshall has his ambulance, medical knowledge etc., so it would be funny if Chase would come scared and tell Marshall his "symptoms" and Marshall laughs, maybe Marshall tells him: "You're just in love with someone Chase" and maybe they confess there or something.

To everyone who sees this post, just think about what I said. Marshall with his clumsy love, and Chase clueless and oblivious of love.

#paw patrol #paw patrol fandom #long post #and yeah #chase paw patrol #marshall paw patrol #marshall x chase #chase x marshall #paw patrol chase #paw patrol marshall #read this and like or reblog it if you want :d

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littlefreya · 2 years

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Dearest witch, favorite Demon-Princess, i have a question!

Whom would you find on tinder🔥? August, Sy, Walter? Mikey for sure? And then, how would the interactions/ dates go?

👀

Hello, my little angel!!!! This is a good question! How will our men act on Tinder?

Detective 'hotass' Marshall is basically a boomer when it comes to these things. He had one of the cadets show him how to set up a profile and he is not sure how this swiping thing goes.

"Is left a yes or a no? How does it work again?"

When he gets a match with you he literally drops the phone and stirs away from it as if the device is on fire and then pokes it with his gun. After a few seconds, he fishes his phone from the carpet and stares at the empty chat.

Now what?

He starts typing a message, trying to come out with something nice, and not too intimidating but all that comes to mind is, "Hi..."

Needless to say, he takes the worst selfies ever...

More characters under the cut

Walker - Might have rigged the game, and when I say rigged the game, I mean he hacked the app to get you to match with him and no one else.

Not that he needed it, you would have swiped yes for Walker, even though there is something about the look in his eyes that seems a bit scary and seriously what's up with that 'stache?

But when he starts chatting with you he seems sweet and you guys have so much in common!

It almost feels like he knows you. And what do you know? He even lives nearby and asks if maybe you feel like doing something tonight.

Maybe you feel like doing him.

Mike - you bet he is on Tinder, Cupid and Bumble and every dating app known to mankind. His photos? They are all thirst traps, and he is somewhere between goofy and hot, so naturally, you swipe to the right.

You match almost instantly and Mike, being utterly smooth, is already calling you names like, "sweetcheeks" and asking you if you are free to see him on Valentine's day.

Syverson - Is this guy a model or something? You are not sure, because his Bumble profile is filled with photos of his perfect abs and hairy chest. In one of them, he is a half-naked cowboy, in the other, he is wearing military uniforms with a stern look on his face.

His profile doesn't say much:

35 years old. Loves dogs, will treat you like a queen, favourite food is peach🍑.

The first thing you ask him once you match is what kind of a person considers peaches as a meal.

Sy sends you a wink and replies;

"How about I'll show you how I eat one tonight to make it clear?"

#henry cavill #captain syverson #henry cavill characters headcanon #august walker #walter marshall

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queenlua · 2 years

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while in Alaska, i found myself wondering why Alaskans are Like That TM, and proceeded to go read a phd thesis on the topic

and oh my gosh this had SO many fun little history tidbits in it:

* Project Chariot: in 1958 some nuclear science guy was so jazzed about the possibility of using nukes for radical terraforming projects that he was like “yo let’s blow up part of Alaska so hard it makes an entire new harbor.” said project honestly had a lot of traction behind it until a nearby Alaska Native village caught wind of the project and went “uh excuse me what the fuck.” i always forget how weirdly nuke-happy that time period was (there is also a British version of this plan)

* apparently, Katmai National Park was originally created to preserve the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes, which is exactly as badass as it sounds: after a 1912 volcano erruption, thousands of fumaroles were just continuously venting steam into the air for years and years. however, the venting was mostly over by the time it got monument/park status, alas

* this Joe Vogler guy, omg. what a kooky-and-then-bizarre narrative. basically, Vogler’s some Fairbanks developer who’s really into building subdivisions and then forcing everyone in those subdivisions to kill every single aspen tree in sight because he hates aspen trees so much. he goes to court over this (and loses, which makes him salty as hell)

anyway

in parallel, he founds a goofy Alaskan successionist party, runs for some elections, and eventually stirs up enough shit that, in 1993, Iran agrees to sponsor a Vogler speech on Alaskan independence in front of the United Nations

(would love to be a fly on the wall when they decided on this political gambit, lol)

anyway, he never gets to give the speech because he turns up... murdered? due to “an illegal plastic explosive sale gone bad”?? dude’s found wrapped in a blue tarp and buried in a gravel pit like a year later. weird as shit ending for a weird dude

* “[Wilderness activist Robert Marshall’s] donations to unions and socialist organizations during the 1930s caught the attention of conservative congressmen who accused him of being a communist before the House Committee on Un-American Activities. Marshall responded to his accusers: ‘Because I’ve been out in the woods and up in the Arctic a good part of the past five years, it may be that the Bill of Rights was repealed without my hearing about it.’ “ #burn #pwnt etc

* our modern bajillionaires are extremely Extra, of course, but it’s hard to compete with how Extra gilded-age billionaires were. imagine being a railroad magnate and your doctor says “you need a vacation” so you fund an entire contingent of scientists to join you on a two-month journey to Alaska so that you have some company while you’re hunting bears???

* Godwin’s Law clearly predates the internet, lol. when National Park Rangers started enforcing laws on parklands in the 70s, multiple Alaskan newspapers independently compared them to gestapo and/or Nazis. (even funnier: this comparison understandably pissed off the readership of the more urban newspapers, so the editorial board had to put out an apology, which only made more angry people write in with other extremely choice metaphors, etc)

* “three members of the newly formed Alaskan Alpine Club, a splinter faction of the more law-abiding Alaska Alpine Club” --> not confusing at all!

#book post

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peyton-warren · 2 years

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Tripping- Part 2 of Stick Handling Series

Characters: Walter Marshall, Jake Jensen and Syverson. Oh right and Ransom Drysdale and hint of Ari.

Pairings: Marshall x Reader, Jensen x Reader and Sy x reader, hint of Ransom x Reader

Word count: 578

Reader Gender: Any/Neutral

Type: series, humor

Warning: stupid fic

Author’s Note: I have no idea how this fic went so far off the rails but here we are.

Summary: Continuing domesticity of Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson and Jake Jensen living with the Reader. Two unexpected guests make a surprise appearance. Turns out this has nothing to do with hockey, not even a little. Still a total crack fic though. (Blame @LongLineOfCrazy, I do. She feeds the muses even when I beg her not to)

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With his goofy half cocked smile, Jensen walked out of the bathroom, dressed in his comfy jeans and ridiculous shirt who’s reference was so not in your knowledge base, his hair damp, glasses a little foggy. As he steps into the living room, you suddenly notice a very familiar scent filling the air, making you turn away from him, tucking your lips inward in an attempt to keep from smiling. Oh. My. God….

“Why do you smell like Aika?” Marshall asks him from his spot on the couch, turning to look at the blondest member of your little group.

Jake stops dead in his tracks, his cheeks and ears pinking up. "Wait...What?"

You slide your hand over your mouth as you try to stifle a giggle. "What shampoo did you use?"

“The one on the edge of the tub. The green label with the….. cartoon…" he swallowed hard.

Syverson snickered. "Dog on it?"

"Oh fuck me,” Jensen muttered realizing his mistake, removing his glasses and rubbing his hand over his face. Syverson and Marshall both burst into hysterical laughter.

"It’s alright, baby,” you try, stepping forward. “It’s all natural. No chemicals!" You pat a hand on his chest as you press a kiss on the hinge of his jaw, before settling your head on his shoulder.

“Awww look who the favorite is now," Syverson comments to Marshall as you wrap your arms around Jensen’s narrow waist.

Jensen quickly wraps one arm around your shoulders, the other around your stomach, holding you against him as you turn to glower at the other two. “Maybe if you were nicer you’d be the favorite,” you quip at them.

“Oh sure, love,” Marshall retorts, the smile on his face widening, the eyebrow of meow high on both his and his almost twin’s foreheads. "Don’t even pretend the Captain and I are here because you like nice guys.”

The group, including the man trying to encourage you back into his embrace, all snicker at Marshall’s tease. You may or may not feel your cheeks burn as you squirm against Jensen.

“Fuck you all,” you say with no real venom in your tone. You could hardly argue with Marshall.

Sy raises his hand. “Ah ah, darlin’, if we did that you’d have to change the rating of this little tale of yours.”

“That escalated rather quickly," Jensen mumbles into your hair loud enough for everyone to hear.

The laughter half dies as a cream colored wide shouldered man starts up the stairs. Marshall is the first to notice, grabbing for the weapon that wasn’t currently on his hip. “Where the hell did you come from?"

Ransom gave you all a smug closed lip half smile with a shrug. He points at you. “You need to ask that one there. They claim to not like me but yet here I am, headed up to be the first to get into bed because it’s not nearly big enough for all of us and I am not sleeping on the floor.” He laughs as he walks up the stairs.

As the other three are giving you a silent but questioning glance, your eyes fall on the crossed arms under the sharp blue eyes of the man leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. “Jesus, I know! I’ll get to you too. It’s not my fault the impatient bastard jumped the queue,” you mutter with a small pout.

“You snooze, you loose,” Ransom calls from somewhere upstairs.

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dexters-bluemilkshakes · 3 years

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i made “the 501st go to target” and “the disaster lineage goes to target” and now i give you: The Clone Wars Squad ™️ (+Satine) Goes To Target

the squad, in my eyes, is anakin, ahsoka, obi wan, rex, cody and sometimes padme (depending on the situation).

anakin: as soon as everyone disperses he immediately finds padme and they either find a corner or they leave the store altogether. anakin thinks he’s being super sneaky about it; he’s singing the Space Mission Impossible theme under his breath. Padmé is laughing softly with her husband about how goofy he’s being.

literally every single person saw them. obi-wan just face palmed and decided to mind his own kriffing business.

obi-wan: other than trying to ignore the ulcer padmé and her not-so-secret/husband were giving him, he finally acquired the hair product he keeps coming to target for but can never buy because his Padawans keep tagging along on his shoppig trips. obi-wan adamantly denies using any products and claims that his hair is this amazing when he wakes up, but anakin lived with him for over ten years and the rest aren’t fooled when only one singular strand of hair falls into his face after being beat up by d’nar.

cody: gets a video of obi-wan buying the hair pomade. rex tried and failed to keep his laughter out of the background of the video. to be fair though, so did cody.he buys bulk amounts of different scented candles because it does actually calm his brothers down when they need it. and they always need it.

rex: walked around with cody. cody ranted about being Marshall commander and commander of the 212th. rex ranted about being the captian of the 501 cough cough how much he loves fives but how much his ulcer Does Not. it wasn’t a competition but rex somehow won, anyway.

they agree that they their disaster brothers, though.

at that moment jesse sent a video of his bunk covered in sparkles and him cursing at hardcase. cody placed a hand on rex’s shoulder and bought the cleaning supplies with his own credits. the vein in rex’s temple was very close to bursting.

ahsoka: usually, she would be hanging out with anakin or rex but that’s just the problem. her master is a guy, her other master is a guy, her men are all guys. all of her closest friends are. she sometimes gets to hang out with other female padawans like barris but only for like two episodes a few days.

she is in great need of hanging out with other women so she and satine shop together. padmé joins them when she and anakin get back from whatever they were doing. it’s mostly the older women talking about how exhausting their jedi (partners) friends are. ahsoka chimes in with the most chaotic things they’ve ever done and it’s all face palms. the entire time.

ahsoka, with their help, finds a dress that is perfect. Even rex and cody told her she looks beautiful. anakin squealed higher than padmé and satine did when he saw it.

padmé: when she gets home she gives anakin a stern talking to about being an idiot (because ahsoka told her about his dumb antics earlier) which just ends with them cracking up and cuddling. (satine has a similar conversation with obi wan that ends with them fighting and then sitting near each other in comfortable silence on the couch.)

she and anakin had actually just gotten lunch together and when they came back they picked out an outfit for each other, which they wore when they got home. anakin looked fabulous, and padmé was in a dress that she never would have picked out herself but she was pleasantly surprised to find she loved it anyway. it was baby blue with off the shoulder sleeves that ended by her wrist. the sleeves themselves were sheer. when she spun around anakin said she looked like a princess. she wore it to her next casual outing.

satine: didnt buy anything. there wasn’t anything the needed. being the duchess of a planet means household items are not your concern to restock, and none of the clothes were her style.

she enjoyed hanging out with padme and ahsoka. she enjoyed joking about the boys even more.

she was sad she missed the chance to see obi in the store, but he found her later that night at her apartment. when they were sitting on the couch, they held hands for a second. gasp

she smiled as she fell asleep

it was a good day.

#blue rambles #star wars headcannon #star wars #the clone wars #anakin #ahsoka #obi wan #cody #rex #satine #padme #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #captain rex #satine kryze #padme amidala

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wistfulcynic · 4 years

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The Meet-Cute, Part One

In which Ruby decides that what Emma’s love life needs is a good old-fashioned meet-cute, and sets about arranging one for her. Or two, or three, or six...whatever, she’ll set up however many it takes for her friend to meet The One. But it may turn out that Emma doesn’t need any help finding The One after all...

Rating: T Words: 5.2k (first chapter)

On AO3

LOOK @optomisticgirl I WROTE THE THING.

Also, @ohmightydevviepuu, @shireness-says, and @distant-rose you are complicit in the writing of the thing.

PART ONE:

“What you need, Emma Swan, is a meet-cute.”

Emma swallowed a sigh but couldn’t hold back the accompanying eye-roll. “I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing I need.”

“No, hear me out,” Ruby insisted, her eyes alight with excitement. “This is actually perfect for you.”

Emma let the sigh go this time, reminding herself firmly that Ruby was her best friend and had been for years.

“All right,” she said. “Tell me why I need a meet-cute.”

“Yesssss,” said Ruby. “Okay, listen. There’s nobody at work you’re interested in dating, right?”

“My co-worker is literally my brother.”

“Yeah that’s kind of what I meant. Most people meet their future spouses at work—”

“That’s not a real statistic.”

“—but—yes, it is real—but there’s no one at work for you and that’s not likely to change, so you have to look elsewhere. Now, the next most common place to meet someone is where you live—

“Seriously, you’re just making this stuff up.”

“—but there’s no one for you there, either,” Ruby pressed on, ignoring her. “No cute guys across the hall—“

“No straight ones anyway.”

“—and seeing as you are for some strange reason dead-set against online dating—”

“I absolutely am.” Emma shuddered at the hideous thought.

“—which actually does work, by the way.”

“It doesn’t. You and Mulan are just outliers.”

“Look, Emma, don’t knock the matchmaking power of Good Omens Discord chats until you try them.”

“Yeah, no thanks.”

“Well then,” Ruby declared, in a voice that suggested she thought she’d won the argument. “That leaves you with no option but the meet-cute.”

“Really, that’s my only option?”

“Just think about it, Emma.” Ruby’s eyes grew dreamy. “Adorable mix-ups in coffee shops… picking up the wrong leash at the dog park…”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“…you both reach for the last croissant…”

“Where am I going to find a croissant in Storybrooke?”

“The last bear claw then, the pastry is really beside the point.”

“And what is the point?”

“The point is that you meet someone and it’s fucking cute, okay? And then you fall in love and live happily ever after.”

“Or I could just, you know, go on as I am, not meeting anyone.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, woman,” said Ruby sternly. “Do you want to live the rest of your life alone?”

Emma shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Better than being stuck with someone she didn’t love, just for some dumb reason like—

“Do you want Henry to grow up without a father?”

—like giving her son a decent man in his life.

“Henry has a father,” she reminded Ruby. One he hadn’t seen for the best part of a year, but still.

“Do you want Henry to grow up without a father figure who isn’t a massive douche?” amended Ruby. Emma sighed again.

“Neal does the best he can,” she insisted.

Ruby snorted. “Sure he does.”

“He does, really. He’s just… not cut out to be a parent.”

“Well, that’s for sure.”

But Emma didn’t blame Neal for being a shit dad, though she knew her friends and family did. It wasn’t his fault it was hers, for stupidly falling for and getting knocked up by a guy whose ‘best’ was showing up once or twice a year to shower Henry with presents and promises before disappearing again without a word a few weeks later. At first it had broken both their hearts—Henry’s from disappointment and Emma’s from anger and guilt over his disappointment—but Henry was twelve now and starting to learn that the parents he adored were human and flawed, and to adjust his expectations accordingly. Emma had to admit that it was a relief not to have to cover Neal’s ass anymore by trying to make excuses for him, however deeply she regretted Henry’s loss of innocence.

And yeah, it would be nice not to have to raise her kid alone. Neal got to be the fun parent, buying Henry all the stuff she couldn’t afford and taking him on trips to exciting places, leaving Emma to enforce bedtimes and check homework and try to make Henry eat the vegetables she herself hated. Having someone else around, a real adult she could rely on to share those responsibilities with her, that would be good. Great, really. Wonderful, in fact. But dating was hard enough without having to start it off by explaining that even though you yourself weren’t yet thirty you came in a two-for-one deal with a near-teenager, and Emma had had far too many first dates end early and awkwardly to hold out much hope that she would ever meet the man of her dreams, be it cute or any other way.

“I appreciate the thought, Rubes, I really do,” she said. “But I’m just not looking for anyone right now.”

“But don’t you see?” Ruby cried. “That’s the best time to meet someone—when you’re not looking.”

Emma threw up her hands. “You are impossible and I’m not talking about this with you anymore. I’ve got to get back to work anyway.”

“All right.” Ruby shrugged and let the subject drop, but the glint that still remained in her eye warned Emma that this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

—

Before she returned to work after her lunch with Ruby, Emma stopped by the library. Belle wasn’t at her usual spot behind the desk so Emma ventured into the stacks on her own, in search of some books that would help Henry with his school project on the solar system. She was standing in the astronomy section with her hands shoved into the back pockets of her jeans, frowning at the frankly baffling array of options when a voice spoke just to her left.

“Can I help you find something?” it said.

Emma turned with a smile that stalled abruptly as her mouth dropped open. “Um,” she said, blinking in confusion at the blue eyes and dark hair that very definitely did not belong to Belle, and the bright smile that took her breath away. “I actually could use some help, but—sorry, but do you work here?”

The owner of the voice—and the hair and the eyes—laughed. “I do, for the moment at least.”

“Did something happen to Belle?”

“To her grandfather, apparently,” he replied. “I’m not sure of the details but Belle told me she had to go back to Australia for family reasons.”

“Oh. I didn’t hear anything about that.”

The man’s eyebrow twitched in a small frown. “Well, it was quite at the last minute, so she probably didn’t have time to tell everyone. But I’d spoken to her recently and mentioned I was looking for a quiet place to spend a few weeks’ holiday and so when she asked if I could come here and cover for her for a while, I gladly agreed.”

“And why would she call you?” Emma nearly flinched at the harshness in her tone but the man’s smile widened and his eyes twinkled, sucking even more air from her lungs.

“We’re old friends from library school,” he explained, as Emma struggled for breath. “My name’s Killian Jones.”

His smile began to crumble as Emma just stood and stared at him, until she managed to shake herself out of her breathless haze and smile back. “Emma Swan,” she said. “I’m the town sheriff.”

“Ah.” Killian’s grin brightened again, and Emma thought vaguely that he should really have a licence for that thing. “That explains all the questions.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. We don’t get many new faces in Storybrooke and, well—”

“Aye, of course, you can’t be too careful.”

“Um, right. Exactly.”

“Well, Sheriff Swan,” said Killian, with an absurd little waggle of his eyebrows, “I can assure you that haven’t broken any laws, but then I did only arrive in town last night so there’s still plenty of time.”

Emma laughed. She couldn’t help it, his goofy humour and ridiculous eyebrows were too charming. “But if you broke the law I’d have to lock you up,” she replied, and fucking hell was she flirting with him?

He seemed to think so, if the way his eyes glinted as he leaned in closer was any indication. “I might not mind being locked up, if you promised to stay and guard me,” he murmured.

Emma’s breath caught again at the look in his eyes, the edge of danger behind the flirty charm. “Do you talk like this to all library patrons?” she asked, cursing the raspiness in her voice.

“Definitely not. It’s highly unprofessional, but then there’s not much else I can say when you still haven’t answered my question.”

She swallowed hard. “Wh—what question?”

“Can I help you find anything?”

“Oh.” Duh, Emma. “Um, yeah, actually. My son has to do a project on the solar system, so I’m looking for some books he could use.”

She waited for Killian to freeze up, to awkwardly withdraw from her now that he knew she had a kid. But he simply nodded and asked “How old is your lad?”

“Ah, he’s twelve. Sixth grade.”

“Hmmm, in that case I’d recommend this one.” He reached over her shoulder to take a book from the shelf, giving Emma a whiff of some spicy cologne and a briny scent like he’d been out on the sea. Her knees went weak, and when he held out the book she stared blankly at it, trying to marshal her scrambled thoughts back into some kind of order. “It’s an excellent overview of the solar system with plenty of details on all the planets,” Killian explained, “but the language is accessible for someone your boy’s age.” His eyebrows rose again in an expectant look.

“Um. That looks great, thanks.”

“See how he gets on with it, and if he needs more information I’d be happy to make another recommendation.”

Emma nodded and followed him to the check-out desk, wordlessly handing him her card and watching as he completed the process of checking out the book. When he finished he tucked a bookmark between the pages and handed it to her with another warm smile.

“Well, Emma Swan, it’s been lovely talking to you,” he said. “I hope it won’t be a one-time thing.”

“I—I’m in here a lot,” she replied. It was only a slight exaggeration. Henry was in the library a lot and she often came to pick him up. “So I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

For the third time in fifteen minutes Killian Jones stole her breath with his smile. “I’m looking forward to it already,” he said.

—

The next morning Emma was at Granny’s waiting in line for coffee when out of nowhere someone gave her a hard shove, knocking her into the man in front of her, who had just accepted his cup from Ruby.

“Oh my God!” she cried. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened!”

“It’s okay,” said the man with a tight smile, shaking droplets of coffee off his hand as Ruby’s eyes grew comically wide.

“Oh, no,” she said. “What a terrible accident. Let me get you another cup, sir.”

“Thanks,” said the man, and Emma’s own eyes nearly rolled clean from her head. Ruby was known for her lack of subtlety but this was ridiculous, even for her. Emma glanced over her shoulder just in time to spot the tip of Mulan’s braid just disappearing through the door.

“So,” the man was saying to Ruby when Emma returned her attention to him, leaning on the counter and giving her a crooked grin. “You come here often?”

“Every day,” said Ruby dryly. “I work here. But maybe you’d like to ask Emma that question.”

The man’s pale blue eyes flitted to Emma, then rapidly away. “I’d rather ask you.”

Ruby gave a frustrated huff. “Here’s your coffee.” She thrust the new cup at the man and turned her back.

“What’s her problem?” the man muttered.

“I don’t know,” snapped Emma, “maybe you should ask her wife.” The man’s eyes widened in alarm at the look on her face and he backed away, slowly edging towards the door.

“Have a great day,” she called after him, then turned to her best friend as the man fled the diner.

“I hope you’re happy,” she hissed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ruby asked, the picture of innocence. Emma rolled her eyes.

“I’m guessing this was your attempt at a coffee shop meet-cute? I spill the man’s coffee, apologise profusely, he laughs it off. I offer to buy him another cup, he refuses but asks me to dinner instead? Was that the idea?”

“...maybe.”

“And you see how well it turned out?”

“He was clearly just not The One,” said Ruby stubbornly.

“There is no ‘The One’ Rubes, that is a myth, and I cannot believe you roped Mulan into this nonsense too.”

“I didn’t rope her in, she volunteered! We both want you to be happy, Emma.”

“And you think dumping coffee on the world’s creepiest doctor will make me happy?”

“What? Have you met him before?”

“Yeah. Last year when Henry broke his arm. You’ll be pleased to hear that he tried to hit on me then. Right in front of my kid.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Meet-cutes only work in romcoms and fanfics, Ruby. Here in reality they just piss people off.”

“Well,” said Ruby, handing Emma her coffee, determination clear in the set of her jaw. “We’ll see about that.”

—

Emma: What do you want for dinner?

Henry: What have we got?

Emma: Nothing, that’s why I’m asking. I can stop at the store on the way home.

Henry: I suppose pizza isn’t an option?

Emma: We had that yesterday.

Henry: Not a problem for me. But chicken or something would be okay too.

Emma: One of those rotisserie chickens?

Henry: Yeah, sounds good.

Emma: Okay, kid. See you at home.

Emma was standing in the grocery store, frowning as she compared the rotisserie chickens when a voice spoke just to her left.

“I don’t think there’s much of a difference between them, love.”

Her heart leapt and her skin tingled, and yet when she turned to face Killian Jones—and his damned smile—she was still not prepared.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly. “I, um, didn’t expect to see you here.”

“No reason why you should, I guess, except that I like all people do need to eat from time to time.”

“Of course.” She felt foolish, but his expression was warm and only slightly teasing.

“How did your son get on with the book?” he asked.

“Really well! He read for like two hours last night. Thanks for the recommendation.”

“Any time.”

They stood grinning at each other until someone behind them cleared his throat and they both gave a little start. Killian rubbed the back of his neck as he moved aside to allow Mr Clark to select a chicken.

“So, um,” said Emma after he’d left. “Are you getting stuff for dinner?”

“Aye. I’m staying in the apartment above the library and this morning I discovered that the oven doesn’t work, and the repairman can't come until tomorrow. So I need something that comes pre-cooked. Hence rotisserie chicken.”

“Solid plan,” said Emma, though she felt sad thinking of this lovely man eating dinner alone in that tiny apartment, and that was the only reason that she blurted out “But, ah, why don’t you come over and eat with Henry and me?”

“Oh.” Killian blinked in surprise.

“Since we’re both having the same thing it makes sense not to waste a chicken,” Emma barrelled on. “When Henry and I get one we’ve always got leftovers, so… I mean, you don’t have to if you’d rather not—”

“No, no. I mean, yes! Yes, I’d like that.”

“Oh. Um, good.”

He smiled again, bright as always but with a hint of shyness that caught her off guard. “Is it, ah, just the two of you?” he asked. “Presuming Henry is your son, that is?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “His dad’s, um... not in the picture.”

“I see. Well then I would love to share a meal with you, Emma Swan. And your son. And perhaps you would allow me to bring dessert?”

Emma’s heart was pounding so loudly now she was sure he must be able to hear it. “That’d be great. Um, here’s my cell number, just at the bottom of this.” She took a business card from her pocket and handed it to him. “Text me and I’ll send you directions to our place. Can you come over about six?”

“Six it is.” Killian slipped the card into his own pocket carefully, as though he didn’t wish to harm it. “I’ll see you then.”

—

Emma finished the rest of her shopping in a daze, wandering haphazardly through the aisles and putting random things in her cart without thinking before giving herself a mental slap and a stern admonition to get a fucking grip. She removed the strawberry syrup from her cart (she and Henry both hated fake strawberry flavour) and the tuna (what the hell had she been thinking?) and then remembered that Henry was nearly out of peanut butter. His favourite kind was the most popular one and the store could hardly keep it stocked, so she was pleased to see that there was one jar left as she approached the shelf. Just as she was reaching for it, though, another hand appeared and snatched it from her grip.

“Hey!” she cried indignantly. “That was mine!”

“Sorry,” said the man who’d taken it. He didn’t look sorry in the slightest. “Maybe they’ve got more in the back?”

“Are you kidding me?” Emma huffed.

“Nope,” the man replied. “Look, I really am sorry but someone needs this peanut butter. She sent me in here to get it specifically.”

Emma hissed her breath out through her teeth. “She did, did she? And did she say why she couldn’t get the damn peanut butter herself?”

“Ah, no,” said the man, frowning warily at her. “She didn’t. But listen, lady it’s just a jar of peanut butter.”

Emma’s lip curled into a snarl and the man’s eyes widened in alarm. He backed away from her, nearly stumbling in his haste. “So, um, I’m going to, ah, go now,” he stuttered. “Bye.”

He turned and fled towards the checkouts with Emma close on his heels. She followed him to the self-checkout line where he kept shooting nervous looks over his shoulder at her and she amused herself by giving him darker and darker glares each time and keeping her eyes fixed on him when he took the jar of peanut butter and ran out the door.

When she arrived at where she’d left her car Emma was entirely unsurprised to find Ruby there, leaning against the hood and looking slightly sheepish.

“So what was the plan this time?” asked Emma. “That we would both reach for the last jar of peanut butter, our fingers would touch, sparks would fly, and we would exchange cute banter with sexually charged undertones ending in a date?”

Ruby nodded. “Something like that.”

“Ruby, I keep telling you, that is not how real life works!”

“Oh yeah?” Ruby challenged. “Well, what about David and Mary Margaret! They had a meet-cute.”

“He mistook her for a burglar and she hit him in the face!”

“Exactly!”

“How is that a meet-cute?”

“How is it not? They met, it was cute, and now they’ve got an amazing story to tell their kids.”

“I met Neal when I tried to steal the car he’d already stolen,” Emma pointed out. “That’s an amazing story and yet our relationship was a fucking dumpster fire that I’d be happy to forget all about if it weren’t for Henry. Not all cute meetings end in happily ever after, and frankly I don’t think a squabble over peanut butter in a small town grocery store is the best way to jump-start true love.”

“And what would you know about true love?” Ruby snapped, then gasped in horror as her eyes went wide and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, Emma, I’m so sorry,” she whispered through her fingers. “I didn’t mean it.”

Emma’s chest felt tight. “It’s okay,” she muttered.

“No, it really isn’t.” Ruby gripped Emma’s hands in hers. “I love you, Ems, and you’re one of the most loving people I know. That’s why I want so badly to see you happy.”

“I know.” Emma nodded and gave Ruby’s hands a squeeze. “I know you didn’t mean to say it.” However true it might be, she thought bitterly.

“Let me make it up to you—”

“Oh my God, please don’t—”

“—with this free jar of peanut butter!” finished Ruby triumphantly. She reached into her bag and removed the jar, offering it up with a flourish.

Emma smiled as she took it. “Thanks. I wasn’t looking forward to telling Henry how someone stole the last jar right out from under me.”

Ruby flashed a grin, then turned solemn. “Are we okay, Emma?” she asked hesitantly. “Truly?”

“Of course we are,” Emma reassured her. “Truly. I do have to get going though I have—uh, Henry will be getting hungry.”

“Of course.” Ruby stepped back to let Emma unlock her car door. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you.”

As Emma drove home she tried not to think about why she hadn’t told Ruby that Killian was coming for dinner. It might stop her friend’s meet-cute-ing attempts if she knew Emma had a—well, not a date exactly but a man coming over to... well, just to eat really, but still. She could have spun it so it seemed like a date and got Ruby off her back, at least for a while. Yet for some reason Emma wanted to keep Killian just for herself. At least for a while.

—

Killian Jones was punctual and he could follow directions, Emma thought when her doorbell rang that evening at six o’clock precisely. That alone put him head and shoulders above Neal... and what the hell was she doing comparing a man she’d literally met yesterday with her son’s useless father, even just in the privacy of her own head?

She smoothed her hair and the front of her blouse and took a deep breath to calm herself before opening the door, and still she was not prepared for that stupid, gorgeous smile.

“Good evening, Swan,” Killian greeted her. “I come bearing brownies.”

And wine, she couldn’t help noticing as she stepped back to let him in. “Great, uh, brownies are my favourite,” she lied. “Um, Killian, I’d like you to meet my son, Henry.”

Henry came forward with smile on his lips and mild confusion in his eyes. “Hi Killian, nice to meet you.”

“And you, lad. I hope you like brownies as well.”

“I love them,” Henry replied. “Though my mom usually prefers—” he broke off when Emma gave him a Look. “Ah, she prefers hers without nuts.”

“Well, she’s in luck because these are nut-free.”

“Sounds perfect!” said Henry brightly, and Emma didn’t think she’d ever loved him more.

“Let me just take those from you,” she said, relieving Killian of the box of brownies and bottle of wine. “Henry, can you show him into the living room? Oh, and Killian what would you like to drink?”

“Whatever’s easiest, love.”

“Water, soda, beer?”

“Beer would be great.”

“Coming right up.”

Emma fled to the kitchen, doing her best not to look like she was fleeing. Once safety through the door she set the brownies and wine on the counter and desperately drew air into her lungs. She wasn’t going to survive spending much more time with Killian if she didn’t learn to breathe around him, she thought wryly, and also why was she even thinking about spending more time with him—this was nothing but a casual, friendly meal and they had only just met.

“Get a fucking grip, Emma,” she reminded herself firmly, and went to pour some beer.

When she entered the living room a few minutes later Killian and Henry were sitting next to each other on the sofa, deep in discussion about the solar system. Henry had his project notes spread out on the coffee table and Killian was rubbing his chin, listening intently as her son spoke, and Emma’s heart absolutely did not melt at the sight of them. It didn’t.

She set a glass of soda in front of Henry and a beer in front of Killian, who looked up at her with a smile.

“Thanks, love.”

Aaaand there went her breath again, thought Emma. Damn it.

“Ah, I’m just going to go finish up dinner, um, if everything’s okay in here?” she said.

“Aye, I think we’ll be all right.”

“Mom, guess what? Killian knows all about astronomy and he’s going to help me make sure my project’s good!” Henry exclaimed.

“All about astronomy, eh?” teased Emma.

To her astonishment Killian’s cheeks and the tips of his ears turned pink. “A slight exaggeration on the lad’s part,” he said, scratching at a spot just below his ear. “But it is an interest of mine and I’ll do my best to be of some use to him.”

“He’s already helped me with Saturn’s moons, and now we’re gonna talk about the rings on Uranus,” said Henry excitedly. “Did you know Uranus has rings, Mom?”

“I did not,” said Emma, biting her lip as amusement glinted in Killian’s eyes.

“Yep,” Henry continued, oblivious to their mirth. “Just skinny ones, though.”

“I suppose bigger ones wouldn’t fit,” said Emma. A muscle danced in Killian’s jaw as he clenched it tight. Henry frowned.

“Uranus is still pretty big,” he said. “Not as big as Jupiter or Saturn but—hey! Are you guys laughing at Uranus?”

“Of course not, lad,” said Killian. “Uranus isn’t funny at all.”

“It’s very serious actually,” said Emma.

“I certainly take it seriously,” Killian agreed.

Henry glared at them. “You guys realise I’m the twelve-year-old boy, right? If anyone should be making Uranus jokes it’s me.”

“Well you have been letting some excellent joke opportunities slip by you, my boy.”

“Yeah, Henry, we’re just picking up your slack.”

“Much like rings on Uranus might.”

“Oh my God,” Henry groaned, as Emma lost control of her laughter and collapsed onto the sofa. Killian was grinning like a maniac, ridiculously pleased with himself, which only made her laugh harder. Henry held out for nearly a full minute before he started giggling too, then all three of them held their stomachs and roared.

—

Their fit of shared hilarity helped Emma relax, and the dinner ended up being one of the best evenings she’d had in a long time. Killian, as it turned out, had spent several years in the navy before he became a librarian. He had hundreds of stories about his adventures in far-off lands and seemingly endless patience for inquisitive twelve-year-olds who wanted to hear every single one.

Emma sat and ate and listened as Killian regaled her son with his tales, and tried not to think too hard about how simply nice this was. Like the sort of pleasant family meal she’d always dreamed of as a child and regretted that she couldn’t give Henry, and she really needed to stop thinking about Killian like he was an actual part of her life when she’d barely known him for a day. She knew better than that. From bitter experience.

And yet. Killian’s kindness to and interest in Henry was genuine, she was sure of it. There was no hint in his words or actions to suggest that he was trying to use her kid to get to her, or that he was only pretending to care about Henry’s project. Her superpower didn’t even twitch. Every instinct Emma had was screaming that the most sinister thing about Killian Jones was how dangerously attractive she found him. He was just a nice man who knew how to talk to children. A nice, insanely hot man with the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen and a smile that stole all the air from her lungs, who not only didn’t run when he found out about her kid but actually liked him.

Fuck, she thought, as Killian caught her eye and gave her a little half-smile that had her gasping for air. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

—

“Well, thank you for a lovely evening, Swan.” Killian’s hand was on the doorknob but he seemed in no great hurry to leave, and she was equally not eager to see him go. “I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too. And thanks for being so nice to Henry.”

“Your boy is a delight, it was no hardship.”

“Still. It meant a lot to him.” She didn’t mention Neal and Killian didn’t ask, but she had the strangest feeling that they both wished they could.

You only just met him, damn it!

“It was my pleasure,” said Killian, and the way his voice went gruff on the word pleasure set her heart racing and heat blooming across her skin, and when his breath caught and his gaze dropped to her lips she had to force herself to remember that this wasn’t a date and she didn’t actually know this man. But she could tell from the rasp in his throat and the flush on his cheeks that he was feeling the same things she was, that he wanted the same things just as badly, and it would be easy, so easy just to lean in and press her lips to his—

Too easy, and far too risky. Emma gulped and stepped back as Killian gave a shaky exhale, closing his eyes as his Adam’s apple bobbed and Emma shoved her hands hard into her jeans pockets. He opened his eyes and then the door and gave her a brief smile before stepping into the hallway. Emma dug her fingers into her legs and firmly squashed the tiny part of her that wanted to beg him to stay.

“Well, ah, thanks for coming,” she said. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Aye.” He took two steps then stopped and turned back. “Er, perhaps next time you might allow me to provide the meal?” he said hesitantly. “Just for you?”

“Um. What?” said Emma, then immediately wanted to kick herself.

Killian’s nervous expression softened. “Well you see, as much as I enjoyed Henry’s company this evening, I’d very much like to take you out, Emma,” he said. “Just the two of us. On a date.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Aye, really. On Friday, perhaps, if you’re free?”

“Ah, yeah, I can be,” she replied, trying not to sound too eager. “I’ll have to see if I can get someone to watch Henry, but… yeah. I’d like that.”

That breath-stealing smile broke across his face as she knew it would, and yet she still wasn’t ready for it. “It’s a date, then,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something warm.”

“Uh.. okay.”

“And love, if you can’t find someone to look after Henry at such short notice I’d still like to spend the evening with you.” Killian’s face was earnest now. “With both of you, I mean. We’ll just postpone our date until a more convenient time.”

A lump rose in Emma’s throat and for a moment she thought she might cry. “I—that’d be good too. I’ll let you know.”

He nodded. “Good night, then, Swan.”

“Good night.”

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@katie-dub @thisonesatellite @spartanguard @kmomof4 @stahlop @mariakov81 @teamhook in case you’re interested :)

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craicerchips · 4 years

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Buy Some Coordination - C.H. Fluff Blurb

So I’m social distancing alone and today I decided to do some dance workouts and mind you, I have time and time again proven I have no coordination of my limbs outside of team sports. So I thought since no one’s here to see me embarrass myself, I might as well just do it? Why the fuck not? And I found some good ones on YouTube. Shoutout to The Fitness Marshall. And I found myself talking back at him during the dances. So long preamble but here’s the imagine:

Calum went out for groceries since you guys were running low on supplies. It’s been two weeks or so since you’d last gone, trying to limit your contact with the outside world with all the craziness happening. So while Calum was out, you decided to get some exercise in but didn’t want to do anything extreme. So maybe a dance workout would be fun? You had YouTube on the TV in the living room and did a few videos. Obviously poking fun at yourself for probably looking like a limp noodle and maybe tripping on yourself once or twice. In the next one, it was 7 Rings by Ariana Grande and Caleb of The Fitness Marshall was talking you through the dance, “You just won the lottery, you can buy anything you want!”

You huff, “Can I buy some coordination?” and you almost fall forward when you heard someone burst out laughing. You turned around to see Calum standing by the hallway entrance, trying to breathe in between his laughing, Duke in his arms. “I thought you were out!” You screamed. “I arrived 10 minutes ago,” he said grinning, still trying to recover from his fit of laughter.

10 minutes ago...? “YOU SAW ALL OF THAT???” You felt your face heat up even more. You groaned as you covered your face, as if he’d just magically disappear and forget everything he saw. “Awww, babe,” he’d coo as he walked towards you and hug you, “You were adorable,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. Duke was licking your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile because of your little man, focusing on him coz you were still pretty embarrassed your boyfriend saw your definitely-not-sexy dance moves, if you could even call them that.

Calum noticed and just chuckled, squeezing you tighter. “Come on, I’ll make lunch,” he says as he walks to the kitchen. You sigh, a little relieved thinking that he’s decided not to press the embarrassing matter further.

Later that evening, you just got out of the shower and walked back to the bedroom to join Calum when you saw him grinning widely at something he was watching on his phone. “What’re you smiling about?” You ask and Calum quickly closed his phone, “Nothing,” trying to control his smile. You squint your eyes at him for a quick second. “If it’s some weird fetish porno, you known you could trust me with that...” you off-handedly said as you climbed into bed. “What? No!” Calum laughed. You were still staring at him until he sighed, “Fine... I may have taken videos... earlier...” sheepishly looking down.

Earlier...? It took a while to sink in what he meant and by the time he looked back at you, your eyes were wide and your mouth was agape. “Calum!”

“I swear, no one’s gonna see them. I just... you looked so cute! Please don’t make me delete them.” He said quickly. All you could do was continue to stare at him, mortified. “Dude...” you started out. You don’t even know what to say.

“I... please don’t show those videos to anyone. Not even to me.” You said. Not knowing any other compromise. Calum pulled you in for a hug and hummed, “Promise. It’s just for memories. I don’t always have your goofy ass on tour. It’s for when I miss you.” You sigh, knowing that’s the reason for most if not all of the videos of you in his phone’s camera roll, “I know, Cal,” you said, slowly rubbing his back, “but please, no one gets to see those, please. Not even in the future.”

Cal pulls away, “What? How will I prove to our professional-dancer kids that they definitely did not get their coordination from their mother?” He teased. You groaned as he pulled you back in, kissing your forehead, “I promise. Your Tequila dance will be for my eyes only,” squeezing you for a quick moment, chuckling to himself. You groaned again but honestly, your mind was still processing his earlier words. Our kids... their mother... As much as you want to get mad at Calum for catching one of your most embarrassing moments on video, you’re not. Coz he really does love your goofy, highly uncoordinated ass. And you love him, all of him, and wouldn’t want anyone else witnessing your poor excuse of a body roll but him. You want to be with him for the long haul.

You were swimming in your own mushy thoughts when Calum snapped you out of it, “I’ll make sure our wedding dance is going to be really easy, don’t worry,” you could hear the grin in his voice. You squeezed his side, sarcastically laughing, “Cal, babe, please. Let’s not talk about my lack of talent in dancing anymore, okay?” Smiling a very tight, sarcastic smile as you looked at him. He found it all amusing, still, and gave you a peck on the lips, “I love you,” he says before letting you go as he lies back down on his side of the bed, opening his phone once again, continuing the video. “Don’t watch it while I’m next to you either!” You laughed as you swatted a pillow to his head.

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pinkanonwrites · 4 years

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Karasuno VS. Animal Crossing Villagers

Not an ask, but my own idea! Like most people I’ve been neck-deep in animal crossing during these trying times. I wanted to write how haikyuu characters would react to hearing you gushing about someone, only to find out it’s just your favorite villager!

Sawamura Daichi

Usually Daichi is a very reasonable man.

Somehow that all goes careening out a nearby window when he overhears you on the phone with one of your friends.

“Marshal is perfect and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. Love of my life. Ideal man.”

He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t even register the volleyball hitting him in the back of the head. The love of your life? Oh nononononono. No one else was gonna be stealing away your attention.

He pushed the roaring beast of jealousy back down in his stomach and smiled as you waved him over.

“Daichi loooook! He’s so grumpy!” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of an adorable little white squirrel. “I love Marshal!”

Ah.

“Well, he is pretty cute.” Is all he can muster as a reply, feeling rather silly.

Sugawara Koushi

Suga would see you smiling at your phone like an idiot and scootch over to tease you about your silly expression.

His own smile would suddenly fall when you told him just what you were mooning over.

“I made Avery into my new lock screen background! He’s just the cutest!”

Luckily Sugawara is a smart man, and would ask to see your background before drawing any conclusions. He’d breathe a silent sigh of relief upon seeing that your lock screen picture was of a goofy looking cartoon eagle.

“Whaaaaaaaat? You think he’s even cuter than me?” He’d tease, squishing your cheeks with both hands until you broke into giggles. Good. Crisis averted. For now.

Azumane Asahi

Poor baby gets so nervous when he hears you gushing over your villager.

“Kyle is so cool! I’m never ever gonna let him leave I’ve never been this happy in my life!!!”

Daichi and Suga get to watch him melt into a puddle of misery on the floor.

“Kyle?” He whines, scandalized. “Cool?” Of course you liked cool guys. Guys who were tough and aloof and didn’t let anything bother them. He was none of that.

“Asahi! Asahi! Look at my new villager! Isn’t he cute?”

Then you bounded over and showed him the Kyle in question, a hyena in a leather vest. He whined out your name, blubbering as he hid his face in the top of your head. He’s just a big, silly fool.

Nishinoya Yuu

“Okay but Genji is actually perfect though? I’ve never loved anything so much in my life.”

Nishinoya’s head snaps in the direction of your voice so fast his bones cracked. Genji? Who is Genji? He doesn’t glean any information from staring at you, but his teammates can already see the storm clouds brewing above his head.

Who did this Genji guy think he was, stealing away your attention? Hogging your attention was his job.

After landing a particularly impressive receive, he’d look over to you and holler, “Can Genji do that?”

“Well he’s a rabbit and also in a video game, so I’m gonna say no!”

Ohhhhhh, the shame he feels. He must turn red up to the tips of his ears.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

“Papi was singing yesterday! He’s just adorable, I can hardly stand it!”

Tanaka is already growling like a feral dog. He heard ‘He’s just adorable...’ come out of your mouth and it wasn’t directed at him. Your boyfriend.

Clearly he’s gotta challenge this guy for your honor, or beat him up, or, or-!”

Or almost turn into a blubbering mess the second you asked him if he was okay. You’d start panicking when he asked if you still liked him, until he asked why you thought this Papi guy was so cute.

“Ryuu...” You sounded exasperated but painfully fond as you pulled up a picture of the horse on your phone. “He just moved into my Animal Crossing village.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m still your favorite?”

“Of course you are, Ryuu!” “Ah. Heh. I knew that.”

Ennoshita Chikara

Easily the most sensible of the entire team.

“Whatcha looking at?” You’ve been staring at your phone for a good long while with the silliest expression on your face, and he can’t help but be a little curious.

“Wade! He’s so adorable I can’t stand it!”

“Oh? Do I need to be on guard? Is someone gonna try and sweep you off your feet right out from under me?” He jokes, leaning over your shoulder to get a peek at your phone.

“Only if you think a penguin is worthy of wooing me.” You respond.

“I dunno, he’s pretty cute. I might be swooned!”

“Chikara!”

“Joking! Joking!”

Kageyama Tobio

“Apollo is perfect. He’s all gruff on the outside but so sweet and gentle on the inside.”

Externally Kageyama didn’t show any immediate change in expression, quietly focusing on his drills.

Internally, boy is panicking. Who is Apollo? Why was he perfect? Why did you like him so much?

It isn’t until he misses a set and it hits him directly in the head that you realize something’s up with him. He grumbles over and grabs your hand, pulling you out of sight of his teammates.

“Who’s ‘Apollo’?” He asks as soon as you’re out of earshot. “-! D-Don’t laugh!”

“Tobio, look. This is Apollo.” You bring up your Switch and scamper over to a bald eagle and begin talking to him. “He’s gruff on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Just like you. That’s why he’s my favorite.”

“That’s-You!” He stammers, face exploding into a burning blush. “Wh-Whatever! I’m way cooler than some weird bird anyway!”

Hinata Shouyou

“There he is! The light of my life! My most perfect boy!”

Usually that’d get Hinata excited, because you’d be talking about him. Not today.

“Jeremiah! The cutest in the whole wide world!~”

And he definitely wasn’t sulking because of it. No siree.

You wouldn’t stop staring down at your phone, even when Hinata was doing his amazing freak quick. Yeah you’d probably seen it a few hundred times at this point, but still! You said it was always amazing! What changed?

At the end of practice he’d holler your name out to you.

“I only want you to watch me! Not whoever this weird Jeremiah guy is!”

“Shouyou, baby, he’s a frog.”

“...Eh?”

After you show him your Switch he buries his face in his hands, cheeks burning. “Waaaaaaaahhh, this is so embarrassing. I’m gonna die.”

You laugh and wrap him in a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay more attention at your next game. No frogs allowed.”

Tsukishima Kei

All day long, whenever you’re in earshot, Tsukishima can hear you rambling about this ‘Erik’ guy and frankly? It’s starting to drive him a little bit insane.

“Erik gave me some flowers!”

“Erik said he liked my outfit today!”

“Erik invited me to his house!”

By the time you pick up on his sour mood Kei is practically simmering, and looks at you with a bitter glare.

“Why don’t you spend some more time with Erik if you’re going to be drooling all over him?”

Boy does he feel a fool when you show him a picture of the little elk in your village.

“Kei, were you jealous?”

“Tch.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

“Rowan is so cool. And so cute! He’s definitely my absolute favorite.”

Yamaguchi’s attention snaps to you, wide-eyed. Who is Rowan?

“W-Who is Rowan?”

Yama’s a pretty shy guy, but he’s not really the type to jump to conclusions either. So if he was nervous about something you said, he’d ask right away instead of stewing in it.

Which is good for him, because now he knows that you aren’t going all mushy over another boy, just a particularly cool cartoon tiger. You’d show him the character on your Switch screen and shoot him a smile so infectious he can’t help but mirror it.

I also think Yama is the most likely to become interested in Animal Crossing after you show him! He’d want to see all your other villagers too, not realizing how far you were leaning into each other’s space as you gave him a tour of your town.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #karasuno #karasuno imagines #sawamura daich #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #headcanons #long post

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