#Thankfully I had all the materials at home so I didn't need to go out and buy stuff

[icantbotherwithusernames]

I made my own real, 3D Bill !!

there he is, in all of his thin, lanky glory. He also has movable limbs which is pretty cool.

More of this idiot under the cut--

such a Bill can do so much!

He can sit on your desk when you work!

He can lie on the floor and experience an existential crisis!

He can even watch you when you sleep!

Now the paper Bill on my wall (window) has a buddy - a creepier, 3D-er paper Bill!

Someone please help he won't leave my house

[takes1]

tsukishima and yamaguchi are incapable of sharing you

is this a big metaphor? maybe. i dunno. it's steamier this way. read between the lines or something. two weeks of having a cold? or covid? or the flu? idk what it was but it burnt me outttttt

warnings. suggestive, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / suggestive fluff / love triangle? love shape? / fighting over reader / unrequited crushes / suggestive touching / touch starved!tsukki / touch starved!yamaguchi / sports massage, hot / best friends / girls team!reader / sadomasochism clawed its way into my fluff fic / tsukki is transactional / boyfriend material!yamaguchi / brotherzoning, friendzoning / daichi has canon aura / 4.1k words

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"Oh, wow--," Tsukishima's cruel and quiet snicker at your expense was inevitable. He pushed one side of his headphones off of his ear.

His brow raised in amusement at your exaggerated wobble, how you were unable to stand on your own.

Yamaguchi kept his arms stretched out for you to grab and help yourself up, a master at utilizing any excuse he could to hold you.

"Isn't this- I dunno- kind of excessive?"

He sighed, palms flat against your back as you stumbled into his chest.

He expressed no real urgency to let you go. The guy was -generally- touchy with all of his friends, so it was never worth raising any color flag over.

"We-- hah-h," You gripped his forearm when you tried to take another excruciating step on your own. You sunk to the floor so fast he didn't even think to try and catch you.

It spurred another rare, genuine laugh from Tsukishima.

You cleared your throat with some attitude, and attempted to gather your dignity before trying to get up again.

"-We did lose."

Now, especially, you could truly appreciate his tendency to help. This practice had been group punishment for losing your last big game.

Sparing the gruesome details, it left most of the first-years in horrible condition. Even the more experienced girls on the team were ambling away at a slower pace, wincing, under the weight of their own bodies and struggling to take one step down from the gymnasium.

"(Y/n)!!"

You all stiffened. That was Michimiya's voice- you thought all the upperclassmen had gone, but she popped her head out from the exit and sounded just as intimidating as usual.

"Yes ma'am?" You called, a grimace all over your face.

The two boys shifted further away. They weren't technically supposed to be here, yet, and kept their heads tilted to the floor, expecting to be scolded for not going straight home.

"Head to the training room and roll your legs out-- I need you better before Friday! You two--," She hesitated before telling them to leave, vaguely aware that you were all buddies. "Help her, please."

"Yes ma'am!!"

Just like that, she was gone. Your eyes were shining. You were needed. For the team.

"Oh my gosh..." You bit your lip.

"That's awesome!" Yamaguchi laughed, excited for you. If Daichi had told him something like that, he'd be over-the-moon happy.

Tsukishima crossed his arms, unable to relate, and now tied to this place even longer.

He didn't validate your silent request to be helped. He only came across as cruel, but his real reason was objectively worse.

Thankfully, Yamaguchi was there to fill in the gaps of his awkward, ill-timed difficulty. You smiled at his light concern, an 'okay' of sorts to let him know he could find your condition funny, too.

"Th-anks-- hh-ah... shit,"

It was so much worse now. You wished you had listened to your teammates, to not sit down ten minutes ago, no matter how much you felt like you needed to.

Tsukishima watched, hands deep in his pockets with no intention to be of free service. That sound of struggle was almost as satisfying as hearing you ask for help.

You didn't let go of his hands for a few seconds. The weight of your body was a lot to handle- you kept his palms squeezed hard in yours and were beyond grateful he stayed, unbothered by it.

They were technically tasked with getting you to the training room, but you only had faith that Yamaguchi would see it through. Tsukishima might go as far as to get on the first train home, all alone, because that's how much he hated waiting on other people.

Yamaguchi, however, shared in your experience. His eyes were bright and his smile always waiting to agree, or laugh, or ask you something.

"Can ya walk?" He giggled.

His freckled hands stayed, attentive, at your sides, as you laughed with him and tried.

Moving was doable, but only in little, shuffle-y, painful, half-steps. Your hamstrings were like guitar strings, pulled too tight from your ass to your knees, your quads as stiff as set concrete, and everything was burning hot to the touch. You worked up another sick sweat, just moving 20 steps.

The two friends shared a look as they slowed down for you. It was worse than they thought- and though they had confided in you earlier, telling you that this was normal, they weren't exactly sure anymore. They hadn't yet been pushed this hard at their own team practices (they actually won their games).

Tsukishima's chortle was mean, targeted, in nature.

"Am I gonna have to carry you?"

Your exhaustion blocked any of your usual retaliation. The suggestion was, unironically, very appealing. He had to ability to take some pain away and was 'offering.'

"Oh!" You groaned, palm on your hip after taking a few tiny steps to get to the wall, "Would you? Please?"

It caught him off guard for an imperceivable second.

He rolled his eyes, his fair skin inadequate cover for the blush you had inspired.

Yet, always the master of masking his emotions, he swung his body in the direction of the training room to evade suspicion, instead, "Hell no."

The multiuse training room was thankfully spared of any life, except for you three clowns. There wasn't even the athletic trainer, paid to stay later for hurt athletes. Most teams were finished up already and all the gear -the weights, the tires, the specialty equipment- was in its proper place.

You glanced to Tsukishima, who was second to make the connection that this was an even bigger waste of his time-- unable to take the sound of him picking on you again, you waved your hand at him, dismissive at his catty sigh.

"You can go home, Tsukki, I know you've got better things to do."

Yamaguchi smirked at the light pink that dusted the fair tips of his ears. He followed close behind you towards the mats, near the recovery gear.

'Reverse-psychology' almost always worked on him, outside of a match.

"Pff- whatever," He cleared his throat, shoving his hands even deeper into his pockets, "It's not a big deal or anything."

It was, in fact, a big deal.

You couldn't take even the softest of featherlight touches, or stretches, or damn near anything that was suggested by your teammates to try.

"You can't just give up," Yamaguchi said, softly, trying to encourage you to try the massage gun again.

"You're just being a crybaby--," Tsukishima shrugged, as if he didn't insult you, and took the thing in his hand, "If you can't do it, one of us should."

Without a second of hesitation, you swiped it from him. That thing was a weapon, with the wrong head attachment and in the hands of somebody with as little sympathy as him.

"Yamaguchi-!" You grew warm, handing it to the nicer of the two, "If- um, one of you has to do it for me. I want Yamaguchi to."

It was the most efficient tool for the job prescribed to you. Break up the lactic acid, promote healing, warm the muscle up for some stretching.

That list seemed so much simpler when pain was not part of the picture.

Having one them subject you to forced recovery was, regrettably, more doable than trying it on yourself. That didn't mean that it was easy.

Yamaguchi knelt atop your legs whilst you lay on your stomach, trying his best to ignore your pleas (as you had asked of him). He kept your leg still as he prodded the machine into your damaged tissue.

It was excruciating. Why did you play this sport?

"Stop-stopstopstop!!"

At last, your begging was met with a precious grain of sympathy. Yamaguchi looked nothing short of conflicted, unable to help without hurting you, but unwilling to let you leave without doing what needed to be done.

He gritted his teeth and looked back at you- to check if you were okay, because you weren't saying anything.

The rapid rise and fall of your ribcage was all he needed to see.

"I'm sorry- I-I can't--,"

He groaned, not knowing what to do, and set the massage gun down by your left leg.

"Oh- my- godddd." The blond boy groaned, horribly impatient in an instant.

The sound of the machine getting turned back on made you jump, but you got squished down before you could even think that there was a need to move faster.

Tsukishima sat backwards on top of you. He wasn't using his entire weight but it was enough to keep you immobile in the ways that mattered. Your muscles seized against your will at the primal realization that he was not going to be nearly as gentle or attentive.

Your shrieking become muffled in your sleeves, but it would've gone just as ignored if you hadn't taken that initiative.

"What are you doing?" Yamaguchi sighed, a bit mean and confused at how he just took over instead of talking about it first.

If he was doing something wrong, he at least wanted the chance to fix it. But that wouldn't fly in this company. Tsukishima was never the type to give people, even his best friend, that much faith.

"I wanna go home dude. I'm--,"

His pressure on the inside of your calf sent you into a full-on seize. He flew to keep your ankle to the ground with a pissed off groan and a heavy thump.

"-Getting- this done."

"You don't have to help!"

Yamaguchi was technically yelling at him, but it didn't sound like it. His voice was raised, a tiny bit louder than the massage gun, and that was about it. It was almost impossible for him to come across as angry. Maybe passive-aggressive, which was, admittedly, jarring enough.

He was met with a signature scoff but didn't back down from it. Yamaguchi had too many reasons not to shy away. If he was that bothered by staying longer, he could go home alone. The chance to hang out with you alone, not to mention the perfect opportunity to touch you, wasn't lost on either of them. Tsukishima knew about his feelings for you. Until now, it was never a topic that needed to be explicitly addressed.

Tsukishima threw a narrowed, cold look through his lashes to him.

That was oh-so-intentional, and a painful thing to process as he barks at you to stop whining so much. His hands are giant, wrapped all the way around your shins, weighing you further down so you can't kick.

You were almost getting used to it- how much it hurt- as you feel Yamaguchi settle next to you and place a reassuring hand on your back.

You're panting, hoarse and labored- you were going to thank him, but Tsukishima makes his way up to your hamstring and you flinch again with your face slammed back into your arms.

"Augh-! Dude!! Ha--Ah!"

Absolutely no remorse in his voice, "Tadashi, c'mere and hold her ankle. I can't do both."

They shared another charged glare behind your back, but Yamaguchi wasn't going to intentionally make things more difficult than they had to be. He wanted to go home too, and wanted you to feel better quicker- this was a necessary evil.

Part of your hoodie sleeve was soaking wet from where you were biting down, grimacing. You were slick with cold sweat, trembling, and could not wrap your head around how torturous this whole ordeal had become.

For a moment, just one tiny, fleeting moment, he took the machine off and you were able to gasp in a non-labored breath. He adjusted to sit on top of your butt (without asking if you were comfortable) and slipped a warm hand between your thighs to grasp your inner leg to keep you still. Yamaguchi's grip on your ankle felt after that- harder.

The pleasant sensation it sent down into your tummy became quickly interrupted by the worst of it.

"Mm-h-!!" You groaned into your clothes.

"Ohh- yeah, you're fucked," Tsukishima laughed in shock at how he could feel the tension, the spasms, under the skin once he placed that godforsaken thing back onto you.

You mostly blocked the rest of the experience out of your mind- it was nauseating, and long, and arduous. Tsukishima made no efforts to make the process any easier by asking you what you wanted, if you needed a break, or if you were okay.

It made the last of it that much sweeter. The training room was quiet, again, once the buzzing was gone.

"That should do it," He muttered, pushing the heel of his palm down the now compliant, though aching, muscle of your hamstring. It was practically mindless.

"Y-eah-," Yamaguchi rolled his eyes at the shameless display.

Tsukishima glanced at him. He cleared his throat and pinched you, just for good measure, then decided for you, "Yeah, that feels better."

You rolled your cloudy eyes just to yourself, unable to lift your head from your weak arms.

"Okay! Jeez! Get off of me."

Another ill-intentioned snicker was almost enough to make you look back. It, instead, only motivated you to tense up your shoulders.

"Did you forget that you have a second leg?"

Yamaguchi would've laughed with him, had he not been so pissed off that he was getting- for lack of a better word here- cucked.

Barely able to peel your chest up off of the ground, you huffed and pushed the stagnant tears from your face.

"You are not doing that again!"

It was another way of saying that you couldn't take it, which, in his twisted mind, was reason enough to smile. He had to adjust himself pretty plainly in front of his freckled, grumpy friend before getting off of you.

You rolled, heavy and slow, onto your back, and didn't spare him any looks. You spoke to the ceiling. "I'll do my own calf. Tadashi,"

His face was softer, attentive, at how you sighed his name. Every word afterward was a lot sweeter, lighter, than the ones that were meant for Tsukishima.

"You get my other hamstring. I can't reach it."

Now 'unemployed,' Tsukishima reclined against his bag, pushed his headphones up, and played on his phone.

You flipped back onto your tummy and pulled down on the hem of your shorts, for some bit of decency. All it did was make Yamaguchi's eyes wander. Tsukishima had already been stealing crystal clear glances.

Those practice shorts left little to the imagination, especially hiked up the way you liked to wear them for training. It did not go underappreciated in this group.

Yamaguchi tried not to stare- he really, really tried. His eyes were bouncing back and forth between where to adjust over you, and where he desperately wanted to cop a feel. It's just that you were turned around, with no way of knowing, and there was nothing too wrong with looking.

Neither of them were bold enough to bring up that your glutes -realistically- were the most worked muscle group that needed to be attended to.

Yamaguchi mirrored his hand placement to where Tsukishima had done it, earlier. He was not prepared at how intimate it felt at all, because his friend had given zero indication that it was such a big deal.

You flinched at the contact even though it was hundred times softer than you had been touched earlier. His palm was unsure, and varied in firmness as he tried to palm your thigh the 'right' way. You were grateful nobody -especially that blond idiot- could see how embarrassed you were, as you buried the side of your face harder into your clothes.

"I'm gonna try to be less gentle- so," He lost his train of thought, captivated in the sight of your softness filling the gaps of his long, tanned fingers, "Um... yeah."

Not-gentle was a good way to describe that massage gun on your stiff leg. But it wasn't a stabbing pain, like how forcefully and suddenly Tsukishima had started.

And yet, you couldn't help the reflex to bend at the knee, and almost nailed him with a powerful kick.

"A-ah! Sorry--," You couldn't quite get the apology out, between gritted teeth.

Since Tsukishima had been too busy peeking out of the corner of his eye to admire the space between your legs, the curve of your ass, and all the shaking, he was quick to grab that free ankle and pin it down.

They shared a mutually surprised expression behind you that, if anything, helped ease their nasty, competitive, and degrading attitudes.

Yamaguchi's face was very warm, his legs, his grip, had to be readjusted-- his fingers felt indescribably good in the midst of so much discomfort. He put more of his weight on you, having underestimated how much you might throw him off.

Neither of the two were saints, but if it were a competition, Yamaguchi at least tried to repress things.

He wanted to be seen as good, as nice, and sweet. Getting brother-zoned all the time sucked but at least it spoke to his positive qualities.

Tsukishima did not care all that much about looking like a good person. Being 'cool' was different, and just as performative, but still, different. He had less internal struggle when it came to checking you out behind your back; his only worry was getting caught, because it made him look interested. Being interested, to Tsukishima, was worse than being a 'nice guy.'

All that to say: He pushed your ankle a bit further to the outside, craning his neck to see just how much those safety shorts actually covered down there.

If he could get Yamaguchi to move his hand out of the way--

"You're doin' it wrong," He sighed, sounding flat- bored, even though he wasn't.

You spared Yamaguchi the responsibility of responding to him.

"You're- ahh- ridiculous, Kei. Fucking-- ridiculous."

His nose wrinkled at your assertion that he could possibly be wrong, "The fact that you can talk is evidence enough."

That made your face multiple degrees hotter, and kept you biting a rude reply into your shirt- it pissed your nicer friend off, on your behalf.

"Dude, shut up," Yamaguchi mumbled.

It was ironically something that sounded like it would come out of Tsukishima's mouth, in tone and phrase. He could've told either of you to shut up at any given moment, on any given day, and it wouldn't be a big deal. Coming from Yamaguchi, though--

The blond stiffened, his mouth curled into an absurd grin, but his eyes were fixed and brutal behind his glasses.

All the implications under their words, their jagged tones, were so plain and out in the open. To them. You remained disadvantaged, partially deaf (from the loud massage gun) and mostly blind (turned around), still preoccupied with your physical inability to stay on their conversational level or that emotional space.

To you, they were only trying to help, and the situation had not degraded so much.

You were busy thinking about how Tsukishima could not have been more wrong about Yamaguchi's 'technique.' The pressure had grown, making for a more intense experience than before, with all the new compensation.

An awful, bitter comeback was on the tip of Tsukishima's tongue.

"Woah!" A new voice, one you didn't quite recognize, was at the entrance to the training room, "What're you three still doing here? It's late!"

"Daichi!" Yamaguchi sighs, breathless, for a couple of different reasons.

You winced at his weird readjustment on top of you- and the terrible, sinking feeling that this was inappropriate and semi-public.

Was there no safe place for a bunch of underclassmen to hang out anymore? Since when did the seniors linger for this long? They usually were the some of first out the door, and the guys' team had been done for almost an hour, now.

His grip softens, flittering away, for a moment. A rush of strength finds his legs and he's safely hovering, instead of sitting, on you.

"Oh! Taking turns with the gun? Man-," Even his laugh is leader-like, all punctuated and deep, "Must be pretty bad, huh?"

When he clocks that their captain isn't there to scold, he keeps one palm safely on the mat, instead.

"Do you--," You push yourself up to your elbows again with a groan and a scrunched up face. It helps, to reiterate that this is not some kind of debauchery, "-Have any advice?"

Daichi was there to return some gear. He placed a bag on the table closest to the door, then hung up some keys. All that you could think was how responsible he looked.

He hummed aloud to himself, "Advice...?"

Yamaguchi slowly moved off of you, so as to not look suspicious, but his nervous demeanor always made him look a little bit guilty of something. You waved off his soft apology in favor of staring, curious, at the new presence.

You were able to roll over to your back and sit up, with marked effort- then stilled as their team captain joined your spot on the mats.

He took a second to look between all three of you, face impossible to read, then seemed to recognize you.

"You must be that rookie Yui was talking about," He doesn't realize how important that off-handed statement means to you, "It's nice to meet ya."

"You too," Your voice was ghostly soft, eyes wide, when he sat down to take you through some handy stretches.

His team jacket looks really worn in. His thighs are giant from years of playing. He knows what he's talking about. And your two idiot friends are silent, for once, so he must be super cool. You listen very carefully.

"So, if it's just soreness that you're dealing with, what you wanna do is--,"

"Man-," Tsukishima mutters, an incomprehensible 'What the fuck,' under his breath at those stupid puppy dog eyes you were giving their team captain. Great.

He threw a glance to Yamaguchi- his face was all screwed up, pissed off, too. They looked at each other with mutual, gloomy attitude.

Little did they understand that Daichi could've broken this up in a less civil way if he deemed them as any less credible in their actions.

It was their 'harmlessness' that kept them spared from a talking-to.

You were slower to understand that you were infatuated. As your long-time friends, they often read you quicker than you could understand your own emotions. It had been three minutes since the last time you blinked, and you didn't realize it, yet.

His stretches, and little tidbits of advice, rang familiar but more memorable than the second-year's recovery tips from the end of your practice.

"Thank you," You muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes so far back, so slow, that Daichi caught it.

"Of course! Happy to help."

You watched the incredible lines in his legs dance as he stood up and briefly wondered if he had ever suffered like this, before. Surely the answer was yes.

"Well-- It's great seeing you all take care of each other. Hang onto that!" Daichi kept one last, somewhat reminiscent, look on the three of you, and was on his way to the door.

"Oh-,"

You shivered, holding yourself as he turned around.

"Make sure to lock up when you're done!"

When he was gone, the door fully shut, you collapsed onto your back with a dreamy sigh. Yamaguchi was the first to stand up.

He was disappointed that you were so easy to impress, yes, but otherwise unfazed.

"You guys wanna go get something to eat?"

Tsukishima got to his feet, too, and had his bag slung at the ready-- usually not so food-motivated, but he was starving, at this point. The sun was low in the window. You nodded at the great idea.

Head still tilted to the closed door, you asked, "Does- uh, does he... have a girlfriend?"

Yamaguchi avoided your eyes, an easy task at his height, and took both of your hands to lift you to your feet. It was solely out of curiosity. He was so out of your league.

Tsukishima rattled off a blatant and well-done lie.

"Yeah. He's dating Michimiya- you didn't know that?"

It helped to cushion your feelings. You nodded, smiling at the way Yamaguchi kept you steady again with his hands in yours.

"Ohh, right. Right. That makes sense."

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[patri56001]

Young dad! Tim Drake, I don't know if someone else has written about it but here's my take.

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For as long as he could remember, and he has a pretty good memory, he always wanted to be a dad. He understands that he is still young, but he is responsible, has money, a home, and a support system. So when he reached the minimum of age requirement to register as a foster parent, he sent in the paper work. It helped in cases where he needed to keep a kid or teen safe before their parents or guardians arrived. He was a natural with teens, if not a little awkward, and with kids too, with babies (he loves babies) he understood that it takes a lot more to parent a tiny human into a functional adult. So he withheld from adopting, he knew that he needed to provide more than the material aspects and he didn't feel ready (no parent does). He secretly read parenting books (so his family didn't make fun of him or started to panic). But in his mind, he was longing to have a kid on his own.

After a few years (he is turning 23 soon) he got into a rhythm with fostering, his position in WE and being a vigilante. He has his own place now, has become dating (still hasn't found someone) and visits the manor regularly. He was called to help out with a disaster in LA, a building collapsed, so he put on his suit and got to work. It was an apartment building, thankfully most tenants were out before the building collapsed but there were still some people missing.

He got into a tight spot, searching for survivors when he heard it. A cry. He tuned in the sound and started moving what he could until he found what he was looking for. A baby girl, trapped under what appeared to be a staircase. She was probably 5-7 months old, covered in dust and a few minor cuts, but otherwise unharmed. He checked her for more injuries before grabbing her, and on the corner of his eye, he saw what he presume was her more, sadly, she didn't make it. So he pulled the baby out and went out of the building. He left her under the care of the paramedics before turning on his list of tenants to see if he could find the baby's name and family.

The mother's name was Millicent Mills, her 5 month old baby is Sophia Mills, she's been living in LA for 3 years, no family, no boyfriend.

Tim turned to see the baby, Sophia, all alone, she is definitely going to foster care. That sweet baby girl was still crying, probably hungry he thought... So he searched for a bottle and formula, prepared it and went to feed her, his mind jumping through hoops, telling himself to get his head back to the tasks at hand. But he couldn't, not when he had a baby in his arms. She had finally calmed down enough for him to see the most beautiful hazel eyes he has ever seen. Something set on his stomach, a feeling he couldn't quite understand. It was like if he knew her already... Like she was already his...

"You are a natural with her" said the paramedic.

"Not my first time in this situation" he said sadly, none of them were new to this. Struggling inside.

"I can imagine... But she does seem calmer with you." She stated. "Neighbors said that the kid's mother didn't have a family nor husband... The baby is probably going to be placed in the system"

Tim ignored the paramedic last statement, and his feelings or at least he tried to. He called a CPS worker, and conveniently made himself available to foster Sophia in LA. He told his YJ friends, of course, they made fun of him and tried to gently remind him to not get too attached (too late). But he only told the bats that he had some business to take care of and he would return soon enough. But in his mind, he was already calling Sophia his daughter.

The next morning he called a trusted pediatrician of the area, and made sure to start treatment for her lungs since she inhaled a bit of dust and to make sure her ears were alright. They told him to watch her breathing carefully but that she wasn't in any danger and to not make loud noises to make sure she adjust correctly to the outside world.

After a few weeks of doctor visits, learning to take care of her, tracking every family member that could take her and coming home empty, he started to hope, and hope hard, that this is his daughter, his baby girl, that he is a father now.

Kon was visiting him again, they all took turns to check on them.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked Tim. 'His hair got longer' Kon thought admiring the way a few pieces framed his best friend's face just right. He had his hair in a half-up-do, with a long sleeve pink shirt (a gift from Cass so they match) that made his baby blue eyes pop, and black jeans. He looked like a dad, Kon admitted smiling.

"I- I think so" Tim is looking at the sleeping baby, his sleeping baby, in his arms. Kon is looking at him all knowing (they weren't best friends for nothing), he knew Tim fell in love with the little girl the day he brought her home. They all did really, they were all excited to be aunts and uncles. Tim was a natural, and loved being a Dad, the worrying for her safety, her health, the tired look after a sleepless night, he loved it all. That was one lucky girl.

"How are you going to tell your family?"

"Aaah I was thinking of just showing up and saying 'surprise I'm a dad now'."

".... Haha, no but seriously, aren't you worried Bruce is going to have a stroke or something? " Kon knew Tim would do it even if he was joking about it.

"Yes, but they'll get over it... Eventually..." Tim cringed at the lecture he was going to get upon his arrival with his daughter.

He kept the adoption a secret from his family until he couldn't anymore, Cass knew because he asked her if she could write a recommendation letter. But Bruce was asking for his return. And he couldn't work remotely forever. So he texted Bruce that he'll be back at the manor after their patrol, and to please stay back with Alfred for a while.

When he arrived, he made sure there was only Bruce and Alfred there, he went to greet them, giving them quick hugs. Making sure that Sophia was sleeping in the car.

"What did you do?" Bruce said suspiciously.

"WOW Hi dad, how are you? " Tim said chuckling, 'damn, was it that obvious that I did something?' he mused

Bruce relaxed a little bit, because he never knows what Tim is going to sprung on him.

"Hi, chum, how are you? ...What did you do?" After a second.

Tim snorted and Alfred raised an eyebrow, waiting for Tim to talk

"Okay okay, it's nothing bad, I promise. It's... " Tim bit his lip trying to find the correct wording. "Let me just show you... And please don't start yelling... She is still sensitive to loud noises " the last part was said low but they heard him.

"What? You brought someone to the cave!?" Bruce asked getting a little exasperated with Tim. His eyes went wide, jaw open in shock. That was a baby, Tim was holding a baby, one of his babies had a baby. "Tim... please tell me you didn't get someone pregnant or tried to clone Kon again..."

"Oh dear, you take after Mr Bruce indeed...." Alfred said a little shocked but stoic as always.

Bruce whips his head back and forth between the three of them, searching for his sanity. "Tim... Explain NOW"

Tim explained everything, from start to finish, how the adoption was going, how much he loves her, how he hopes that Bruce is okay with him being a Dad now etc etc

And Bruce calms down, reassures Tim that he is okay, that he is still a little shocked but he understood how he was feeling, he felt it too with all of his babies. (Yes he still calls them babies). Alfred too understands the feeling but he just lets them have their moment, after all, he had his first great granddaughter in his arms the moment Tim said he was halfway through the adoption process. After a while of them talking, Bruce just asked

"Are you going to let me hold my granddaughter soon, Alfred?"

"She is sleeping Mr. Bruce, I believe it is wise not to disturb her. Go and help Master Tim with his bags." Alfred said while leaving the cave.

"I call dibs on being the first to feed her!"

Tim is chuckling dragging his bags, Bruce does help him carry everything, and looks at Tim's calm demeanor, and can't help but feel nostalgic. That's his baby, and he can't stop himself before picking Tim up into a hug. They stay there for 5 minutes before they go to get some sleep. Tim has a crib in his room already (thanks Cass), Sophia is sleeping smoothly, he changes his clothes and just sighs in relief...'three down ... 6? To go' and drift to sleep.

The next morning everyone is at the manor that day, even Steph and Barbara, Tim is the last one there (he was changing Sophie's diaper) and he enters quietly before clearing his throat. Bruce is smiling, already with a bottle at hand, ready to feed his grandbaby. Tim rolls his eyes fondly. And Cass is smiling at him, kissed cheek and then her niece's.

Everyone else is staring at Tim for a few seconds before all of them start questioning him, Sophia gets a little scared of the noise, and Tim gives the best icy glare that anyone has ever seen, Bruce is having flashbacks of Janet Drake, everyone goes quiet and still.

"Good morning my dear siblings, this is your niece, Sophia Janet Drake Wayne, she gets a little scared of loud noises, so please mind your volume while talking" he said smiling but his eyes were still glaring up a storm. "Bruce, I see that you have her bottle ready-" Bruce didn't even Tim finish what he was saying before he plugged his granddaughter into his arms, happily feeding her while they grilled Tim, quietly of course, about the new addition to the family. Everyone else flabbergasted..

"Timmy please tell me you didn't clone Kon again?" Dick asked exasperated

"No, for God's sake, are yall ever going to live that down" Tim said tiredly

"Not in this lifetime, Timmers" Jason grinned.

"Drake, explain yourself, what do you mean by niece?" Damian eyeing Sophia with a mixture of cautioun and excitement? Tim explains, and everyone quickly adjusts to their niece.

Stephanie is quiet in her seat while everyone coos at the baby. Tim sits next to her and asked how she was doing.

"I'm so happy for you... I am, I knew you wanted to be a dad for forever now, I just, wow I'm just thinking about her" Tim didn't need to ask who she was referring to, he knew. " I know I made the right decision, I'm not sure if I ever want to be a mother in the future, but I know I was not wrong"

"I know, it's okay if you feel a lot now.. but can I ask you something though?"

"Of course" she smiled at him

" Would you be her godmother?"

Stephanie starts bawling and hugs him tightly

"OF COURSE I'LL BE HER GODMOTHER!" "Stephanie please don't shout" Tim says returning her hug.

"Hey Dick, would you be her godfather?" Tim asked after 20 minutes of Steph crying on his shoulder, she was now softly crying with her goddaughter in her arms.

"Oh my God Tim yes!" Dick cries

Bruce takes to being a grandfather like a duck takes on water. They have to pry the baby forcefully from Bruce 98% of the time, and bribe him(read threat him) 2% of the time. At one point Tim was worried bc Sophia hadn't started to walk, and it was bc she never touched the ground long enough for her to try. Tim puts his foot down, and she eventually takes her first steps towards him. (He cried) Her first word is dada (Tim cried), followed by dami (he still brags about it)

[l0vema]

Pink pleasure

Synopsis: Hoshi finally convinced you to use the vibrator he bought for your birthday outside your home.

Your palms were getting sweatier by the minute. The steady thump of your heart was all you could really hear. You can't believe you let hoshi convince.you to do this. You were always the level headed one in the relationship and now look at you- jerking in the car seat as the vibration of the toy in you thrummed through your whole body. Hoshi had an arm around you doing his best to seem nonchalant but you could feel his excitement bubbling at the thought of going out like this. Him and his stupid exhibitionist kink.

Sat at the table is scoups, his girlfriend, mingyu and vernon. Scoups' girlfriend had invited the two of you out so she didn't feel left out and you can't help but feel bad- you will not be concentrating on her tonight. The conversations began after warm greetings with hoshi's leader and younger brothers. You did your best, really. You asked questions and smiled at the right times but suddenly the dull vibration that had fallen to the back of your mind suddenly came alive. It was loud and bold with how it massaged your insides and clit. You jolted up slightly which thankfully went unnoticed. Hoshi had a big smile on his face as he looked at you, a glint of mischief obvious as ever.

"Babe tell them about your new home project, making a theater from scratch," made you hold your breath in hopes no one could tell the delicious abuse your pussy was going through at that moment. The rhythm slightly sped up hitting your clit with shots of electricity that got your legs trembling and your voice not to be trusted.

"Oh yeah....uhm....heh well I uhmmm was bored and decided to buy craft material to make a home theatre. Y'know...since I watch a lot of movies...heh yh..." you attempted to smile but the consistent vibration had you holding back moans so as to not embarrass your self in front of you and hoshi's friends. Hoshi's gentle hand found it's way to your thigh- a stark difference to what his other hand was doing on the app. His thumb was controlling my demise through the discreet app- a black screen of his phone. "You good?" He questioned teasingly..."sounding kinda, tense babe". Just then the vibrations increased and against your better judgment and wishes to any and all gods of the universe,your legs trembled and stomach tightened. No. This can't be happening at a table with another couple and two other guys. You dropped your head in an attempt to muster away the feeling. "Hoshi stop. Stop. I'm going to cum if you don't stop, I can't, not here hoshi-" you whispered as discreetly as you could without causing concern from the other individuals at the table.

He didn't stop.

"Cumming is kinda the whole point babe. It's fine, I'm sure they'd all understand if you need a moment. Orgasms are nothing to be ashamed of. Let go" he whispered right next to your ear, pretending to be smelling your hair for those watching you guys. You look towards him, heartbeat at your lower regions, his eyes are dark and low. He was too hot for his own good. His hand squeezed your thigh. His sign for you to give in. Fall into the waves of pleasure and trust that he'd be there to hold you through it.

You let out a breath you'd been holding and fall back into your seat. The coil snaps, you grip hoshi's hand for dear life as your orgasm washes over you. You keep your eyes open so as to not arouse suspicion and thank the gods watching over you the group seemed to have noticed a moment (romantic in their eyes) happening between you and hoshi.

Once you calm down from the electricity that was running through you, shame and embarrassment blended with the post orgasmic glow. Seemingly picking up on this hoshi announces "you guys it's been great to see you all but we should get going, she's got an early morning tomorrow. Bye~"

You let hoshi walk you away to your shared car the slight shake in your legs still present. In the car you let out a deep sigh, "that was so much..." was all you could really say.

"That was the hottest thing I've done with you babe. Can I eat you out when we get home?" The casually asked question had you instantly clenching around the vibrator, this man was not real. "Help me get this out before I even think about what we'll do at home," you open your legs to pull the pink vibe out before his hand stopped you. "Foreplay," is all he said before turning it back on and making you shut your thighs tight at the overstimulation. You moan loudly as you get lightheaded almost immediately. "Mmmhhmm babe I'm sensitiiive" you whine as he starts the car.

"I want you dripping before I even get to taste you," is the last thing he says before driving out the parking lot. Youre in tears after climaxing twice before you even get home to see your man go feral at the nastiness of your arousal dripping on the bed. This man was good. Almost too good.

L0ve, M.A

[stellarfractal137]

Can you do doll x a wd male reader that the definition of husband material

Doll with a husband material reader

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Glad that one of my first requests is Doll, I love her and think she should've lived. Also, my creativity hit an all time low these days so this took a while. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

When you first befriended her, she thought you were just showing off.

Always super being nice and wanting to walk her home to "keep her safe".

It's not like she needed someone to protect her, but you didn't know that.

But still, it felt... nice, having someone who cares.

Everyday, she was slowly falling for you.

And one day, she noticed it.

You were walking Doll home, as usual, when you told her a joke. Normally, she'd just roll her eyes and not say anything, but this time, she smiled slightly for a second, and you noticed.

"Oh my gosh!" You said, making her look at you, confused. "You just smiled!"

"What? No, I didn't." She said defensively, while you just giggled.

"Aw, c'mon, don't lie to me, you looked beautiful with that smile." You teased her a bit, with her blushing a bit for the first time. "Please don't be embarassed, I'm just telling the truth."

"S-Shut up." She stuttered, looking away.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." You chuckled a bit again.

After this, she noticed she fell for you, and hard.

She couldn't do anything about it, the only thing to do was hide it from you so she could escape the possible embarassment.

After all, you could settle for any girl, you were basically perfect for anyone, why would go for her?

The next day at school, she started feeling jealous when you were being nice with other girls.

Her Solver even almost went out of control seeing it, and she almost killed some of them.

She decided to tell her only other friend, Lizzy, about it.

Her reaction?

"Girl, you need to get over your cold act and just tell him."

After a lot of pep talk from Lizzy, and her threatening to tell you about it, she finally got the courage to ask you out.

And thankfully, you said yes.

She was so relieved she smiled again, this time a bit wider.

And you of course teased her.

Anyways, your relationship didn't change much, except for the constant physical affection you give her.

Hand holding? Yes. Hugs? Absolutely. Kisses? All the time.

This girl can't catch a break from you.

Not like she minds.

You were walking Doll home again, this time holding her hand. When you reached it, she was about to open it, when you spoke to get her attention.

"Aren't you forgetting anything?" You said with a teasing voice.

Doll just rolled her eyes a bit and hugged you for a few seconds, with you hugging back.

"Aaaand?" You said immediately after she pulled away.

She stared at you for a few seconds, and then leaned in and gave you a quick kiss.

"That's good, but..." You hugged her waist and gave her a passionate kiss, with her melting after a bit. "... this is better." You said, pulling away with a big grin and kissing her nose, while there were many lines on her visor, indicating a blush.

And, about her jealousy, as a good boyfriend, you stopped being so nice to the others so they didn't get any wrong ideas.

It doesn't mean you stopped talking to other girls, but you always made it entirely clear you had a girlfriend.

And of course, you spend a lot more time with Doll, so she doesn't feel left out.

Also, Lizzy is always there with you two as a third wheel.

She complains a bit about it even though it was her who got herself in this situation.

Overall, Doll would give your relationship a 10/10 and would give it a highed note if possible.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

okay well that gave me a c!emduo drabble idea of like c!phil having recently moved to the arctic but his injuries from the blast are slowing down the moving/building and making it a lot harder to adjust to the cold. Just c!emduo at the early days of living at the cabins together

(context)

/dsmp /rp

When Technoblade seemed focused on splitting wood, Philza limped over to the campfire.

Building Philza's half of the cabin has proven to be difficult work. Not that the building itself was complicated or that the heavy lifting was strenuous, but the arctic itself wasn't the most hospitable building environment. Philza's measuring tape was blown away by the wind at least five times, Techno's axe was hidden under snowfall when he wasn't looking, and their damned fire kept going out.

It was early in the morning, and this new day has thankfully proven to be less windy than the others. Phil was supposed to begin laying down stones for the fireplace when he turned instead to the fire.

"You can't be tired already, old man," Techno smirked over his shoulder. He must've thought he was slick, leaving his work when Techno wasn't looking.

His smile faded when he heard Philza wince upon lowering himself to the ground.

"Whoa, whoa," Techno said, "You good?"

"I'm great," Phil replied with no lack of bitterness, his voice tight with pain. Techno dragged a log over by the fire and lifted his partner onto it, giving him a more comfortable seat than the snowy dirt. "Thanks mate, you didn't have to do that."

"What was that? You're not about 'ta pass out on me or anythin', are you?"

"Nah, I'm alright. It's just," Phil's face scrunched as a wave of pain hit him, "this hip of mine. I'll feel better if I sit by the fire a while." He rubbed a hand along his right hip, massaging away a cramp.

Techno hummed in the back of his throat. His own home stood nearby, surrounded by the various materials he's gathered in the hopes that his friend would join him here. He's been dreaming of this for what felt like decades-- any short period of time away from Phil felt like ages, and he could minimize that time. But...

"Suddenly this isn't feelin' like all that great of an idea, huh?"

"Hm?"

"Why am I makin' you live in the literal arctic when the cold hurts you so bad, man? Maybe we gotta look at other places?"

"I--" Phil looked up at him with surprise. "No, Techno. No. This is your home."

"I want it to be your home--"

"I love it here."

Taken aback by his sudden sincerity, Techno searched Phil's face for any sign of hesitancy. He saw, instead, a pair of warm blue eyes and a nose made rosy from the cold. He saw snowflakes falling magically around his friend, settling sometimes on his shoulders and hair.

"I love it here," Phil repeated. "This will get easier. I have all the time in the world to heal from this, I just--" he smiled, "I just need to sit by the fire for a while, is all."

Techno sighed. There was no arguing with Philza Minecraft when he had his heart set on something. "Okay," he allowed, "but if you're gonna change your mind, you better do it before I finish diggin' the basement out."

Phil chuckled. Techno worked harder than ever to ensure that he had a nicer fireplace to sit at.

[theapangea]

Hi!

Can you do a lip gallagher x reader smut?

She and lip had something going on but the karen thing happend, so a few years later she comes back and they sleep together, but this time she doesnt really wants something serious.

The One That Got Away

Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Mention of parent being sick, being heartbroken, unprotected p in v, bathroom sex

A/N: This is definitely a long one but a super good one! thank u sm to anon for the request. I hope you enjoy !!!! if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. kisses for you for supporting my work!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Masterlist

You almost forgot.

You almost forgot that the subway stop on 5th street smells predominantly of hotdogs even though there is no hotdog stand around. The way the subway putters with music from the guy asking for spare change. That the hot, stale air of the subway carts coat your whole body even though it is cold and wet just beyond the steel frame.

You almost forgot how the L’s seats are the most uncomfortable seats in the entire world as you wiggle your butt into the uncushioned plastic. That your phone starts to lose wifi signal around the bridge, music stuttering along into your ears, skipping every other word. That the train becomes less crowded when it’s raining. Your favorite time to be here.

You almost forgot how beautiful the city looks as you pass by it so quickly that all the colors begin to blend together. That so many memories dance across the windows, the faint sound of laughter mixing with the music blasting through your ear drums. That your heart is somewhere scattered into pieces at one of these stops. Thankfully not remembering which one it was as it happened too long ago. 

You damn near almost forgot everything about this city. But it keeps drawing you back in. You’ve never really been able to leave Chicago, huh?

You pull your purse strap up onto your shoulder as the train aggressively comes to a stop. The loud intercom muffling something inaudible as you step out of the train, underneath the covering of the overhead platform. The smell of day-old garbage and wet leaves fill your nostrils as your body begins to move you in the direction of The Alibi.

It’s been a long couple of days with your dad in the hospital. He’s finally home but you can’t convince yourself that it’s a good idea to stay for a couple of days. You know that your mom needs the help but having to stay any longer in Chicago will make you go crazy.

Is making you go crazy.

You just want a quick drink before, hopefully, taking the train back to your hotel and then away from Chicago tomorrow morning. 

The rain has faded into a drizzle, your hood still pulled over your wet hair. Hands tucked neatly into your jacket pockets. You push open the heavy red door. The stench of cigarettes and beer wrapping around you in a warm hug. It’s weird to be back in a place that holds so many memories. This was the place you and Lip…Lip?

And there he is in all his glory. 

The boy who shattered your fragile teenage heart so many years ago taking a quick sip of the beer in his hands. Across the bar, sitting at the counter, laughing with Kevin. 

Your head rushes as the memories start to flood in so rapidly. The bar becomes hazy, people blurring as they pass by, the music growing louder in your ears. Pulling your hood down with your right hand while the left works to fix the fly aways.

Your eyes are attempting to focus but all you can see is Lip. His hair is a little shorter now, his body more built as his biceps are barely contained beneath the material of his shirt. The way his mouth forms in a smile when Kevin says something funny. 

A buzz trickles up your body, the giddy feeling you get when you’ve had a couple drinks in you. But you haven’t had anything to drink…not yet, at least. This was the feeling you got when you and Lip were together. It was this sort of radiating energy. 

You never thought you’d feel this way again. You’re unsure if you want to feel this way now. You’ve suppressed every memory of Lip, each too painful to relive again.

But seeing him after all of these years feels hopeful. You like the buzz that you get when you’re around him. 

God he looks so good.

You feel almost stupid thinking these thoughts.

You tried so damn hard to forget about Lip. But no man ever came anywhere close. Ever made you feel so good. You couldn’t stop yourself from comparing any future boyfriend to him. Knowing Lip was always enough for you and no other man can measure up.

The sound of your name across the bar pulls you from your inner thoughts. Two pairs of eyes now on you, Kevin waving for you to come over. But your feet were bricks. You are tempted to abandon all hope and get the hell out of here.

Your gaze passes from Kevin to Lip. The instant spark. The instant attractive. The instant pain. It is everything to you. The way your body leaks in the presence of him. You’d do anything to feel the weight of him on top of you again. 

Dragging your feet along the wooden floor, wrapping your hands over your purse strap and phone to attempt to stop them from shaking as you get closer…and closer…and closer to Lip. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes engulf you. His present is greater than himself. 

Kevin’s voice breaks through the tension that surrounds you and Lip, “Beer?” He sets the bottle on the counter, the popping sound of the cap ripples through your body.

Your eyes jump to Kevin quickly until they settle on the glass bottle pushed in front of you. But you can still feel the way Lip’s eyes are digging into your skin, like glass shards. 

“So what brings you back to town? I thought you moved off to New York or somewhere grand like that.” Kevin begins, he leans on the counter with his elbows.

It is nice that he’s talking. It’d be super weird to run into Lip and not have some sort of barrier to stop the awkwardness.

Wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle, picking it up to take a sip of beer, letting the first sip of alcohol encourage you to speak. “Yeah, New York. Just some family stuff that I needed to come back for.”

“Oh, is everything okay with your mom and dad?” Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed, the tone of worry laces his words. Your dad has been coming to The Alibi long before Kevin became owner so Kevin knows your dad really well.

“Everything’s fine now. Nothing to worry about. I’ll actually be heading home tomorrow.” You state and force a smile towards him. Reassuring him that everything is alright.

A customer to your right pulls Kevin’s attention away from your conversation before he can say anything else. He hints a smile towards you before speaking some nonsense to the guy. 

Then it’s just you and Lip. Bothing babying your beers and sneaking looks from one another. The air between you both is thick. You hate how awkward it is between you and Lip now. 

Yes, he broke your heart. Yes, many hurtful words were said between the both of you. But he was your Lip. He knew everything about you. You feel stupid that you let all of it go over some other girl. 

You close your eyes, focus on your breathing and try to work up the courage to speak to him. If it wasn’t for Kevin, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You would have definitely turned on your heels and run out of this bar faster than any human can possibly run. 

Letting the liquid courage take full effect, you finally speak,  “How are you?” Your mouth suddenly dries from the simple question. Washing it quickly with another sip of beer. The cool liquid coating its way down your throat. 

You peer over to Lip. His eyes are already on you. The faint freckles that scatter across his noses are even more beautiful than remembered.

His eyes are soft as they scan your face. His demeanor is calm, his hands still wrapped delicately around the glass bottle. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. You don’t even know if there’ll be any conversation. Maybe he’s been mad at you all this time, just like you’ve been mad at him. 

But the train of thought escapes your mind as Lip’s hand swiftly wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into him. Crashing violently against his lips. The aggressive need of the taste of you. Attempting to match his rough nature. His lips move fast as he breathes you in. Needing every single ounce of you, making up for all the lost time. 

Lip draws back slightly, his mouth only centimeters away from yours. Your heavy breathes mix together as he places his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” his whisper is so soft, so innocent. Your heart swells at the vulnerability. 

Your hands make fist in the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer to you, catching his mouth in yours again. Your body’s moving closer to one another. You need him right now. You can’t wait a minute longer. Pulling away from him again, locking his eyes with yours and quickly gesturing that you take this elsewhere. 

He smirks, eyes darkening as you realize you both have the same idea. He immediately wraps your hand in his as he leads you towards the bathroom. 

Pushing the door open with his back. His hands on your waist as he pulls you with him. Forcefully shutting and locking the door before his attention is all on you. His attention is only for you.

Lip is the lion and you are the deer. Knees shaking as he stalks closer to you. Feeling so small compared to him as he lips are on you again. Sucking, biting, licking, desperately needing the taste of you over and over again. 

Grinding your hips against him, his hard cock pressed firmly behind his jeans. Both of your hands make quick work to tear each other’s clothes off. Unbuckling pants, removing shirts, the skin to skin contact is electrifying. 

Lip flips you around, your chest placed firmly against the wall. His hands slowly move along your sides, thumbs looping on the hem of your pants and underwear, pulling them violently down your legs. Sticking your bare ass against Lip’s growing member as he places wet kisses along your shoulder. 

Lip shoves one hand down his jeans to release his penis from their prison. Holding up your cheeks with his other hands, stroking his cock as he aligns it with your entrance. The clear liquid leaking between your legs as he runs his tip around your sensitive nub. Your whiny moans signaling that you can’t take being without him for much longer. You are going to burst even if he isn’t inside of you. 

Lip pushes deeply into you, roughly sinking his pulsing cock between your slick folds. Both of his hands wrap you closely like a hug as your walls expand to accommodate him. The waves of pleasure run across your skin as he pounds into your sweet bliss. 

Moans and whines filling the small bathroom. His thrust is hard and wild. Sinking your wet core deeper and deeper onto his shaft. The eagerness of having you is overwhelming for Lip. He’s so close and wants nothing more than to take you with him.

“Come for me, baby.” He groans against your ear, nibbling your earlobe. 

And it is everything you need to release yourself onto his cock. Standing on your tiptoes as your body violently shakes in his arms. His thrust becomes messier as you release yourself on to him, the act sending him over the edge after you, filling your little pussy with his warm liquid. 

The air is hot as he pulls out of you. Grabbing a couple of paper towels from the dispenser to clean himself and you up. Your core is sensitive as the rough material glides against it. Your ass is still in full display for Lip before reaching down to pick your undies and pants off the floor. 

Lip leans against the bathroom wall mirroring your movements of getting his pants back on as you make your way over to the sink. Splashing some water on your face before looking at yourself in the mirror. You can barely recognize the girl in front of you. The overwhelming feeling of want for Lip pushed away the feelings of pain. But only briefly as they finally start to settle in again. 

Lip scratches the back of his neck, his eyes dropping onto the ground. Your name hanging gently on the tip of his tongue, “God, I didn’t realize things were so bad with your parents. I would’ve helped out if I’d known.”

Lip was really close to your dad when you were both younger. Your dad acting like more of a father to him than Frank ever did. You know it’s true, if Lip knew your dad was sick. He’d drop everything to help out.

And you loved Lip for that.

But it isn’t his problem. Especially now, especially after what happened between the two of you.

“It’s not your problem, Lip.” You say, looking down into the sink in front of you. You didn’t really feel like talking about it, especially to him.

You wipe your hands and face with a paper towel. Tossing the paper into the trash before reaching for the door handle, “I should go.”

“You’re leaving?” Lip reaches out to grab your wrist. His fingers wrapping tightly around you.

Your eyes shift downwards as you don't know exactly what to say. Maybe saying nothing will hurt less. But are you trying to convince him or you?

Pulling away from his grip, exiting the bathroom. Saying a quick goodbye to Kevin as you walk out the main entrance. It is all behind you now. You got the sex out of the way so there’s nothing more to be said or done.

But just like before, you could never shake Lip as a shadow. You feel his presence walking quickly behind you. He follows you around like some puppy who needs a home. You chose to try to ignore him and make your way back to the train station. Maybe he will get tired of following you and just leave you alone once and for all.

“Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Lip asks, his voice lower as he is behind you.

You stop immediately once you get to the top of the train platform. Taking a deep breath as you turn around on your heels. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lip.”

“Why?” 

God, as smart as Lip is. He can be so stupid sometimes.

“Because we aren’t friends anymore. I didn’t come back here for you. And if it wasn’t for my parents then I wouldn’t even be here. I hate Chicago. I hate it because of you. So just act like I wasn’t here, please.” Your voice was so harsh at first, finishing your monologue with barely a whisper. Pleading for him to let you go. 

But Lip is so quick with a response, “But why do you hate me? What the fuck did I do to you that we just stopped being friends.”

“You’re really going to act dumb?” You scoff. “Fucking Karen, dude. Once you started fucking her, you just left me. I was nothing to you. And you were everything to me. And I thought I got over you, this hatred, this pain. But fuck, Lip. You just can’t talk to me like that never happened.”

“I was a kid. I was fucking stupid.”

“And Karen?”

“Something happened to her.” His eyes shift down. The sharp pain in your heart grows.

“Do you still love her?”

“Maybe.”

“Then this will never happen.” Your hand motions between you and Lip.

“I want to give it a chance again. If you’d let me.” He reaches out to grab your fingers. Linking them with his with yours, pulling you towards him.

But you stand firm in your footing. He had you so many years ago. Could have probably had you a couple minutes ago. But now that reality has set in again. Knowing he still loves Karen, knowing he will never love you as much as he loves her. 

Now absolutely knowing this information has torn you. Lip has broken your heart once more. And you can’t even blame him as you were the one who decided to sleep with him. 

Stuttering as you attempt to get the words out, the tears slipping down your cheeks, “I loved you Lip. I still love you. You know that, right? I always did and probably always will. God knows I was never good at letting things…or people…go.” Licking your lips to break as you stop yourself from fully breaking down. “I can’t let you do this to me, Lip. I won’t.”

The train pulls in behind you. The gush of the hot air blowing your hair. Taking a deep breath as you and Lip both stand there, red-eyed and drained. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn to board the train. 

Turning back to stare at Lip. The steel doors closing between the both of you. The plastic window allows you both to still see the other one last time before the train guts into motion. You instantly grip the metal pole to keep standing as the image of Lip fades into the past, just like every other memory of him. 

But to Lip, you are the fire that lights in his belly. And as much as it pains him to admit, you were the one that got away, he was just too stupid to realize it back then.

~~~

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[thezombieprostitute]

Hope you work day is going alright!💞

A drop-in visit from PhD!Candidate Curtis on his way back to his apartment from the university. He’s gotta run some data analysis for his thesis, but has no idea where to start. Someone said you could help him find a way?

Sincerest thanks for your patience, Essie! My muse did not want to work on this for the longest time!

A/N: Reader is gender neutral. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: college/university stress. You don't know pain until you see university students begging the printer to work faster during finals week.

Today seemed to be regular day at the reference desk. You were answering emails from the mathematics faculty and students, assuring them about library holdings of their requested materials. Sometimes directing them to the LaTeX to TeX converter you'd had to make, silently cursing MathSciNet and zbMath for not converting yet. Thankfully, the library students you were monitoring at the reference desk were able to handle most of the questions that got directed at them.

At least until a tall, very handsome man with a buzzcut, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket walks in. You keep an eye on him as he approaches the desk because he doesn't look happy and you're not about to let anyone yell at the students. Thankfully he seems polite enough, neither of the students look scared, but they do direct him to you.

Making eye contact, you motion him over and he's quick to obey.

"How can I help?"

"I'm, I'm Curtis and...my, my data is...I think it got corrupted," he removes his sunglasses and he looks completely devastated. "I can't lose this data. It's, it's my thesis."

You nod in what you hope is a reassuring manner, "do you have a copy of the data in the university servers?"

He holds out a flash drive and you grab the laptop that's never allowed to connect to the network and get it ready. When it is you hold your hand out and he gives you the drive. Plugging it in you take a few minutes to figure out what you're looking at. Some of the terminology is familiar, he's clearly not a mathematics PhD, based on the labels you're able to discern.

"Oh, I see the problem," you tell Curtis, who's looks keep distracting you from your work. "You were, understandably, trying to use data you'd picked up using our Statistica license on your home computer that has the public domain Dataplot software."

"And I'm guessing the two are not interchangeable," Curtis sighs in defeat.

"Unfortunately the metadata schemas they use for the data sets don't work well together," you nod. "The data isn't corrupted, it's just very, very messy and it would take you a lot of late nights to clean it all up again, even if you knew R."

He scratches the back of his neck, "so my data is useless?"

"You have backups, right? You didn't just keep all your data on this flash drive, right?"

"I have backups," he nods. "But it's still months of work down the drain." He raises his hands to his face, looking like he wants to cry. It's a look you're painfully familiar with given your line of work.

You unplug the drive and hand it to him, "hey, look at me." He lowers his hands a little and the pain in his beautiful blue eyes breaks your heart. "You're going to be okay. Yes, it's a lot of time you'll never get back, but it's not the end. You're going to be able to kick this data's ass and get it in line because you know what you're doing with it now. Your thesis hit a setback, it happens a lot more than people would like to admit. You're not alone and you will be able to get this done."

He seems to take your words to heart, taking a few breaths and standing up straight.

"And make sure to get yourself a treat," you add. "You're hurting and you need to take care of yourself."

He almost smiles as he nods and walks out.

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It's been a few months and you'd almost forgotten about the poor PhD student. You probably would have had his physique not stood out so much. The same physique you see walking towards the reference desk, but with a giant smile. You smile in return, he must've gotten his data sorted out.

He walks up to you, "I don't know if you remember me--"

"Statistical software mess, right?"

He lowers his head as his cheeks develop a pink tint, "yeah."

"I'm guessing it all worked out?"

"I'm officially Dr. Everett, now."

Your smile grows, "congratulations, Doctor!"

"Thanks, um," he rubs the back of his neck. "If, if it's not too forward, could I take you out to dinner? As a thank you?" Your eyes go wide. "It wasn't just the data, software stuff that you helped me with. I was genuinely considering just dropping out, giving up. But then you looked me in the eyes and told me I could do it and...and I want to thank you for that."

Smiling, you tell him, "I get off at 6."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[studentbyday]

so the week is half over and i'm kind of feeling low on energy and needing lots of sleep, which is the perfect opportunity to (sort of) try out einstein's daily routine (which is tbh the most personally palatable daily routine of a famous person i've ever chanced across)! i've been waking up at nearly 9 anyway since lately my head spins and i feel sick if i don't sleep like 9-10 hours.

So yeah, wake up at 9.

Between 9 and 10, eat breakfast and read the newspapers fiction

I know after breakfast he was said to often walk to Princeton and arrive by 10:30 or smth but (a) I don't go to Princeton, and (b) these days I study at home, so instead I'm just going to do some form of exercise.

~10:30 to 1pm: work study

have lunch (i read somewhere that he spends 1.5h on lunch and tea? i wish i could have a lunch and tea that leisurely but i do not have the time. so i won't.)

afternoons: receive visitors and work study

also afternoons: naps if needed (tho thankfully i seem to have enough energy to last me through the day if i get 9-10h of sleep... also i just don't think i'll have much time for naps. 🙁)

~6:30pm: have dinner [and clean up]

after dinner: more work study if needed (most likely needed)

sleeeeeeeepppppppp [be ready for or in bed by 9 or 10]

i'll update this post later to let you know how it goesss~

i hope you're feeling better than i am this week 💗🤒

~the aforementioned update~

ahahaha i don't think i did a very good job of following any routine this week. on wednesday i slept a little later than usual and ended up waking up at 10am (i didn't set an alarm for some reason). on thursday i set my alarm for 7 and then 8 and then 10 because i had to finish reviewing the last of the microbiology for the midterm and actually woke up at 9:30. and on friday i want to actually wake up somewhere within the hour of 7am so i can hopefullyyyy finish all my schoolwork for this week?? despite the seeming slowness of einstein's routine, i always feel like i'm rushing when i wake up when the sun is already up and most everyone else i live with is already awake, so i'm going to try this again over reading week but change the wake-up time and stick to it dammit— 😤

also i feel like if i'm gonna be posting on tumblr again, i should post my screen time stats for accountability because for some reason whenever i start making stuff for social media, my screen time goes through the roof bc i get so distracted and like oh wait there was this thing i want to add no wait where was i— (as i got lost in a scroll.) and this happens multiple times. but sometimes i do feel very much like yapping and when i'm in this mood, i could yap for days on end so i gotta find a solution...

just LOOK at this horrendousness!!!

also. there was so much material to cover for the microbio midterm it was insane. i feel like i need to follow the 80/20 rule. like...just prioritize the big topics, don't care so much about the extraneous, minor details so i only expend energy for and fill my brain with what i really need to know. and i'm not sure how good flashcards are for that because it just seems kinda random, the order in which cards are thrown at you in anki, and i'm the kind of person who, at least during the first pass, compulsively desires to cover everything, and so what do you think happens? i end up with a massive “stack” of flashcards, including cards about minor/extraneous details. every. single. time. i'm not entirely sure how i want to navigate this yet, but i'm definitely gonna try that 80/20 rule...bc this was just too stressful 🥲

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Sometimes Danny hated being right. Mentally he cursed himself as he clamored into his lifepod. The Aurora was spilling radiation into the water just like predicted it would. A damaged drive core... That didn't bode well for him or the local wildlife. He was a Fenton! He knew the terminology for "This might blow up," in every language, no matter how needlessly complicated you said it.

A radiation suit would be helpful when the ship blew up, if not for him, then for the other survivors. Danny grew up surrounded by radioactive material, he was about as fucked up as one could get, but there was still time left for the other survivors. If there even were any left.

Shaking his head, Danny opened the storage plucking out the remaining Creepvine clusters, and started fabricating. It was hypnotic, Creepvine clusters to lubricant, copper and mushrooms to a battery and copper wire all that and a piece of titanium gave Danny a functioning Seaglide. The device was heavy, the PDA altering the blueprint so it was usable for him.

Opening the hatch up, eager to test his new toy out, Danny dove back into the water faster than ever before. Propellers spun at speeds that would chop his finger clean off if he touched them. A glowing map at the top and a flashlight he could turn off by squeezing the handles. Quick enough to keep up with the peepers while still being able to make quick sharp turns.

The Device whirled as he swam in circles, up, down, left, right, zigzag! Through coral tubes, around stone arches till he got dizzy, divebombing fish and kicking up sand.

"Congratulations, survivor. you have exceeded your weekly exercise quotient by 500 percent. Data indicates that swimming was your favorite activity,"

Heck yeah it was! Swimming is great! He's fast as hell man, radiation could eat shit! Stalkers wouldn't stand a chance, he'd just outpace them! Swimming around, breaking outcrops, and taking samples of table coral for a computer chip. Danny was having a blast!

In time he would have the materials to fabricate a habitat builder and in turn a super cool sea base! A home away from home while he's stuck outside federation space. Currently, the seabase blueprints he had were...limited, but he could work with that!

Rushing to his fabricator the blue lights felt agonizingly slow as he bounced on the heels of his feet, flippers squeaking against the floor. A habitat builder fell into Danny's impatient hands.

Back in the water, Danny scoped out the area. Access to an abundance of resources, food, and water was a necessity. Along with awareness of local predators. The shallows are a perfect place for him to build right now. A temp base to rest and store stuff before moving somewhere more convenient as he explored and met up with any of the other survivors.

Deciding to test out his new tool, Danny placed down a basic compartment. A tiny little tube that would've been big enough if he only needed a place to sleep. Yeah, that wasn't going to work. How was he supposed to pace aimlessly while he wrote notes? How was he supposed to work and live in a high-tech pool noodle? Disassembling the pathetic tube, Danny swam through the shallows plucking up the quartz needed for glass. More materials would be needed to build his base. Thankfully, he’d crashed in a ship made from and carrying the materials he needed. Danny saw no moral issue with “borrowing” titanium from supply crates light enough to lift, but the PDA seemed to have a small issue with it. With a few minutes of tinkering, it was easy to change the machine’s artificial mind.

A loop, he was going to make a base shaped like a zero because that’s how many fucks he gave about Alterra’s dumb rule. Placed upon foundations was the start of his perfect space base. The sides of the Zero became glass compartments, a perfect place to observe the local wildlife. Solar panels mounted jumpstarted the oxygen production, lights blinding when they snapped on. Fish drifted by his base, some ducking underneath his foundations settling comfortably in the shade provided. Maybe if he was here long enough, he’d grow some plants for fish to nibble on?

A hatch was placed on the front of the Zero, finally giving him access to his new base. Cold air punched him in the face as he stepped inside, but it was a welcome attack. Air conditioning at last! Throwing himself to the floor, Danny giggled, noise bouncing against barren walls. A sterile smell cycled through the base with the air filtered in. Like his parent's lab or a hospital room freshly sanitized. Familiar, it smelled like home.

Peeling off his flippers, Danny propped them against the wall. Bare feet against metal floors, Danny took to running through the loop. Brushing his hands against empty walls, he ran laps like it was gym class. The only difference was this wasn't gym class, so it didn't feel like hell. Several laps ran throughout his base until his breath ran out, and he collapsed to the floor.

Winded and panting, he glanced around his base mentally, planning where everything would go. Blueprints were limited, but brainpower wasn't. Making new blueprints for shelving units or a bed should be easy enough. The hard part would be finding the space for it. If he tinkered with the PDA, he could fabricate some blankets and pillows that he could sleep on and store away when he was awake.

First things first, he needed to get a fabricator and some storage set up. A few wall lockers on each side of the fabricator made his little crafting station. His base still felt bare. White walls would get boring real fast. No paint or paper he could use to decorate. No stickers or wallpaper to paint his base to match the stars. Untapped Potential, something to add to his to-do list. If he couldn't decorate anything else, changing the locker's text font would have to do.

Walking in a loop, Danny muttered, his brain working better than his mouth. Words failed, coming out jumbled if they were more than one or two easy syllables. Fangs created a lisp that'd get him verbally castrated if he was back at Casper. That was if he didn't maul them with his newfound face knives. Like a piranha, he was dangerous! Fierce!

Tap...Tap...Tap

Feet freezing, Danny turned to the window, heart jumping to his throat. Several glowing eyes stared back at him, burning a hole into his soul. Stripes of colors ranging from blue, purple, and forest green ran along its massive scaly body and dragon-like head. Two razor-sharp fangs poked out of a closed mouth. Arms glowing blue that faded to pitch black when reaching its four-fingered hands, each claw sharper than a sword. Hands, oh ancients, why does this one have hands? The other one didn't have hands! Curled up, it would be the same size as his base. Danny pointed his scanner at the guy, the results striking terror into the deepest depths of his core...

What the fuck do you mean this guy's a juvenile!?!

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Falling Part Three | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Lana and Jae get closer and you ask Jimin for advice on how to deal with her while also trying to rationalize why Jungkook would be on earth Pairing: Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 2.9k~ Warnings: Talks about doubting God and questioning why he let's bad things happen to people on earth as well as leaving heaven to join the devil. This is not meant to be harmful to any religion and I don't want to cause any doubt in God or your faith so if you feel that would affect you then please do not read. Nothing super in depth but still wanted to preface it with this. a/n: I finished this and immediately posted it after some rough editing but I wanted to get it out asap lol hope you guys like it!

Once Lana is done for the day I keep my head on a swivel trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of Jungkook anywhere. Is he a student? He has to be a student right? The only way he would materialize would be if the person he was assigned to has already turned 18. He couldn't possibly be a teacher because I would've noticed by now. Meaning he's highly likely to be in his Senior year just like Lana. There are so many kids here though, how am I going to figure out which students have turned 18 recently?

"Lana!" I hear her name being called from across the hall by that same boy from before. "Oh Jae! Are you all done for the day too?" she asks clearly wanting to see if they would be getting off at the same time for future reference. "Yeah I just finished, did you drive here?" he asks curious as well to see if she would need a ride home most days. "No, my mom dropped me off. I usually just hang around school for a bit and do some homework until she gets off work and comes to get me" she explains. 

"Oh okay, well if you want I could give you a ride?" he offers, clearly insinuating something else but it seems to be in a playful manner more than anything. "That's okay, she's already planning on picking me up today. Rain check?" she asks hopeful he won't feel bad about her shooting him down. 

"Sure. Would it be okay if I kept you company until she does?" he questions, she smiles and nods which seems to uplift his spirits again which is good in her mind. "Cool" he says and follows her lead to one of the table outside in the courtyard near the area her mom picks her up at. 

"So, how are you liking things so far?" she questions, hoping to find something that they can talk about for a while. "It was a pretty seamless transition thankfully. All of my credits transferred so I didn't have to worry about trying to make up for the ones that didn't" he answers. "That's great! Scrambling to make those up before graduation would've been really difficult" she cringes just thinking about the potential of being held back. 

"Plus the students here are really nice, and one girl in particular has caught my eye" he teases, messing with the strap on her bag, almost shy to admit. "Oh yeah? And who might that be?" she questions, catching me off guard. 'Where the heck did she learn how to flirt? And why is she already good at it?' I think to myself. 

"Oh, just this really smart, cute and funny girl that I met. I bumped into her on accident today though so I'm not really sure if she likes me or not" he continues. "Are you sure it was on accident?" she teases. 'What the heck Lana! Why aren't you the shy awkward girl I know you to be anymore?' I think to myself now slightly panicking. 'She must really like this boy so far if she's had a sudden change of character just to entertain his advances. This isn't good'.

After getting home her mom finally takes note of how differently she's acting. She calls out for her and Lana simply hums to show she's listening. "Did something happen at school today?" she asks, also a little worried about her. 'Thank God I'm not the only one' I chime in in my head. If this guy wasn't dressed like the definition of trouble I might not be this concerned but I can't help the slight panic I'm starting to feel.

"No, not really" she say and makes her way up to her room, with me following close behind. "Hey come back down when dinner is ready! No skipping meals today" he mom yells after her. "Yes mom" she responds and closes her door right after the words leave her mouth. 

Jae: Did you get home safe?

Lana: Yeah just walked in. Did you?

Jae: Yeah I did. What are your plans for the rest of the day?

Lana: Nothing really. I've got some homework to do but other than that I'm pretty much free. Why?

Jae: I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drive

She pauses for a second and thinks about it. She's nervous but excited, that's for sure but I really really hope she'll say no. She knows that she isn't supposed to be hanging out with anyone, let alone a boy she just met after curfew. 'Please Lana, please but smart about this' I pray, not wanting to add another sin to her tally of not obeying the rules set out for her. 

Lana: Oh I don't know, I'm not supposed to be out late on a school night

'Yes Lana! Good girl!' I rejoice. Hopefully he won't push her too much, but I don't blame him for trying, Lana is a very pretty girl. 

Jae: It's probably because we don't know each other well too huh?

Lana: Yeah that too

Jae: It's okay I get it

Lana: But if you're free we could talk on the phone? That way we can get to know each other a bit better :)

Jae: Sure

*Jae would like to FaceTime*

"I said call, not FaceTime" she panics out loud while looking at herself in the mirror before pressing accept. 

"I said we could talk on the phone" she says frustrated at being caught off guard. "Are we not talking on the phone?" his voice resounds on loud since Lana hasn't put her Airpods in yet. "Well...yes" "Then what's the problem Pretty?" he says with a half smile, watching as her eyes widen at the pet name. 

"Why did you call me that?" she asks, biting her lip to keep a smile from cracking while occupying herself with finding her Airpods so her mom doesn't hear him. "Because you're pretty" he says with (not gonna lie) a gorgeous smile. Lana better be careful because I feel like this one is ready to break her heart. Once she finally finds them she puts them in and continues their conversation which I thankfully am still able to hear.

"Is it okay if I call you Pretty?" he surprisingly asks for permission. "As long and I'm the only one you're calling that then yeah I guess so" she says and I can feel her heart racing in anticipation to see what his response might be. "Who else would I call Pretty, Pretty? If I've got you I don't need anyone else" he says, his words sweet as honey warm up her skin. 

"You think you've got me?" she says raising a brow at him. 'Okay Lana, you've still got some fight in you' I'm glad to see she's not playing into his games too quickly. If I were her I would have this guy be putty in my hands before I let him call me anything. 'I- nope I'm not her. Yep, we're just gonna. Uh huh let's give her some privacy' I think to myself and quickly call Jimin to ask for advice. 

"Hey! Long time no see" he says when his hologram pops up. "Yeah sorry I've been really busy with Lana. A new boy just stepped in the scene and I'm not really sure what I should do to help protect her" I say and watch as he takes in the information and thinks on it for a second. "Lana has been a really good girl right? She's been respectful and honest and follows the rules, does well in school, all of that stuff right?" he asks listing off the things I've told him about before. 

"Yes, all of those are still true but I'm nervous. This Jae guy is a capital T for Trouble and I know I'm not supposed to judge but I have to discern on what exactly I'm supposed to do here. Plus her birthday is next month so hopefully I'll be materializing that day if things go according to God's plan" I say, reminding both him and myself of the sort of situation we're dealing with.

"You also have to remember she's still a teenager. Teenagers are supposed to grow up and mess up and get their hearts broken if life takes them down that path. It's perfectly normal for her to like a guy and for him to like her back. It's something new since she really hasn't shown any true interest in boys so I understand how you're feeling but just pray and watch over her. That's all you can really do until her birthday and hopefully by then you'll be able to actually help guide her if she's open to it" he says. 

Now that I think about it, I have been super on edge with her recently, even before Jae came around. Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Just watch, wait, and gather information about how their relationship grows and changes in these next few weeks so you're able to figure out a game plan before you materialize alright?" he finishes and I take it all into account. 

"Another weird thing happened today, my bracelet lit up when Lana and I were at school" I relay and I can see his face go from confused, to excited, to scared as well as a whole other range of emotions that I can't quite identify. "How could he even be there? Do you think he's materialized as someone's fallen angel? Are there even kids that are that bad at her school? I thought you said she was at a good one?" he asks, just as confused as I am.

"Doesn't mean there aren't a couple of bad eggs lost in the mix" I say, sitting down on Lana's bed to hopefully relax for a bit. "The only way that my bracelet would light up would be if he was in the same realm, correct?" I ask him to which he nods. "And when you fall you become a fallen angel, right?" to which he nods again. "So after all of these years there is still a possibility that he could've been assigned to be someone's fallen angel. Their bad influence so to say, right?" I finish. "Well yeah, but the odds of that are slim. Usually the angels who have fallen are left as slaves and can't come out of hell even if they tried" he explains. 

"Yeah but Jungkook's different, you and I both know that. He could've been taken under someones wing, for lack of a better term. They could've seen potential and drive in him. Plus his brother is there, he fell during the war between angels so he's been there since the very beginning. He could've found out that Jungkook had fallen and got him whatever job he wanted" I finish, showing Jimin the possibilities that could've caused our paths to cross again.  

Maybe all these years he's been leading people straight into the arms of Lucifer. I can't even imagine the horrors he's gone through or worse, taken part in or caused on his own. "Did you see him?" he asks the question that I knew he has been itching to ask. I shake my head and let it fall "I tried looking around but Lana had to get to class so I was stuck with her in there for an hour. When we left I kept on looking as best as I could to find him but he wasn't there". "Maybe try again tomorrow? You'll find him don't worry" Jimin reassures me and we end our call soon after that.

I check up on Lana's call and it seems like they haven't gotten up to too much mischief, just some harmless flirting here and there. "Lana! Dinner!" we both hear her mom yell. "Hey I have to go but I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?" she says, rushing to finish up so her mom doesn't get too suspicious. "Alright, goodnight Pretty" he says in a teasing tone that gives her butterflies in her stomach. "Goodnight Jae" she responds and quickly hangs up the phone before rushing downstairs. 

The next day at school Jae finds Lana in the same hallway they had met in and comes right up to her and swoops up her books again. "Hey!" she protests, trying to get them back just like yesterday. "Hello to you too Pretty" he says chuckling at her. "You really don't have to do that" she says crossing her arms awkwardly while they repeat the same steps they had done yesterday. "I know, but I want to. How did you sleep?" he questions glancing over at her while they continue on their journey. 

"I slept alright, what about you?" she asks looking at him and just now noticing the dark circles under his eyes. "I slept like a baby" he responds, clearly lying. "Are you sure? Because those bags under your eyes are telling a different story" she teases, trying not to prod but being open to the discussion. "Well for the amount of time that I did sleep, I slept like a baby" he chuckles and they continue on down the hallway.

Once they reach the classroom they do the same as before, hanging out right outside to talk when she notices a cut and a slight bruise on his cheekbone that she hadn't seen before since she had been walking on the opposite side of him. "Jae what happened?" she asks clearly concerned and on instinct grabbing his opposite cheek to keep him in place so she can inspect it. 

"It's nothing don't worry about it" he says taking her hand off his face gently and toying with her fingers. "It's clearly not nothing. Does it hurt?" she asks with her brows knitted together while she brings her other hand up and traces the area with a feather light touch. He flinches and hisses as if she's hurt him and she gets even more concerned before she realizes he's joking. "Don't do that! I'm worried about you" she says pushing on one of his shoulders a bit to which he hisses out in true pain. 

"Jae oh my gosh I'm so sorry. I-" she starts but stops when he places one of his hands on her cheek. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine" he says and makes purposeful eye contact with her, to which she decides to just look towards the floor after a second and nods, not asking any further. "Hey" he says and brings her chin back up to look at him again "Just trust me okay?" he asks and she just nods again in response. 

"I need words Pretty" he says using that pet name with her again, making her eyes widen a bit. "Okay" she agrees, "Okay what?" he says tilting his head at her in amusement, teasing to get a smile out of her. "Okay I trust you" she says, giving him that smile he was searching for. "There she is" he says, referring to her normal playful self. 

"Let's head inside okay?" he suggests and she grabs her books from him before he make moves to even push off of the wall he had been leaning against. He tries to reach out for them but she gives him a stern look telling him not to push his luck with her. "Alright alright fine" he says holding his hands up and decides to walk behind her when they walk into the classroom and follows her over to her desk. 

"Can I walk you to your next class?" he asks when she sits down and she nods in agreement but she shies away when he raises a brow at her. "Yes Jae I would love it if you walked me to class" she says and at that he gives her a half smile and runs a thumb over her cheek before he heads off to his seat. 

"My brain is total mush right now" Jae says as they finish up the lesson. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad" Lana laughs and shakes her head as they make their way over to her next class. "Hey Jae!" we all hear a voice say from behind. Even before his voice met my ears my bracelet lit up "Oh hey, give me a minute I'm just gonna walk Lana to her class" Jae says as they continue on down the hallway. "Okay, we'll be outside" he says and even though my head is telling me not to my heart has a mind of it's own making me turn to face him. 

The first thing my eyes land on is his bracelet that he seems to be fiddling with, him looking as confused as I was yesterday. No longer gold but it still sits on his wrist, beaten and tarnished so much so that it has turned into a dark matte black. Another reminder of how far he's fallen, as if his appearance and demeanor wasn't enough. 

He's dressed just like Jae, with piercings and those same burnt and twisted branches as well, his woven through other various tattoos on one of his arms of all shapes and sizes, a particular one catching my eye. He takes a look around to see if he could possibly catch sight of me but fallen angels can't see other angels until they too materialize. I can't help the few tears that fall from the shock of the state he's in especially when he heads back outside to a group of other guys dressed just like them. 

What are Jae and Jungkook involved in? And why for God's sake did he have to choose Lana?

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@myloveforhergoeson ofc as always owns roxy somerset!

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On accident, Roxy left her jacket at home. Not at all expecting Los Angeles to be cold on a Saturday afternoon in February. Nor did she expect it to be cold in Rocque Records. She lounged on the white couch in the lobby, leather songbook in her lap as she tried to think of the next song for Big Time Rush. The collab with Orange Rust threw her off of her game, but to be honest, their presence threw her off her game too.

Typically, the only other artists in the building were Big Time Rush which meant the teens could explore on their break or mess around without bothering anyone else. But Orange Rust set up shop in studio B and it was strange to get used to. At first, the guys thought this meant they no longer could horse around or wrestle on the carpeted floor. They quickly learned the three new adults in their life weren't going to rat them out. Myron, the drummer, even egged on Carlos and James as they wrestled on the floor.

Roxy, somehow, found herself going to the lead singer for help with her music. Probably because Donna reminded her so much of her dad, but she felt comfortable around her. She also looked up to the punk-rock woman because she wanted to be like that. She wanted to be famous, she wanted her music to reach people. Thankfully, Donna was a surprisingly down to Earth woman. Usually, the internet made jokes about how lead singers were full of themselves, but that wasn't Donna.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It wasn't that she was tired of writing pop ballads and love songs, but the guys needed a different sound. Roxy really liked Paralyzed and tried to recreate it, but it couldn't be recreated with such a poppy tune.

"Roxy! There you are,"

She jumped and looked around frantically. The guys were elsewhere in the building most likely goofing around. Donna smiled brightly and waved, dark roots were showing in her blonde mullet. Roxy's eyes were drawn to her burnt orange leather jacket. The silver zipper and detailing was so cool.

"To thank you for helping me with our collab, I got you something." Donna held out the small box that Roxy recognized. It was the type of box that her father would fold clothing into and wrap for Christmas.

Roxy set her songbook next to her and sat up. She was hesitant to open it. She loved gifts, but this was an utter surprise and she was at a loss for words. But carefully, she opened the box. Inside was a red leather jacket with gold detailing. The zipper was gold and the metal on the lapel and ends of the sleeves were gold. Carefully, as though she were handling a fragile ancient relic Roxy took it out of the box and held it up.

"Oh my God... How much did this cost?"

"Nah, that doesn't matter." Donna shrugged and plopped down in the white arm chair. "Try it on, I hope it fits."

Roxy stood up and eagerly slipped her arms through the sleeves. She was gentle as she put it on. The material was cool against her skin but she didn't mind. Most of the clothes were very preppy so this was a deviation from her usual wardrobe, but she loved it. Her cheeks hurt from how much she was smiling. The jacket was a bit loose, but it wasn't that bad. She'd rather it be a bit loose than too small.

"This- This is amazing."

"You like it?" Donna tried not to get her hopes up. Getting the songwriter a gift was a shot in the dark, and she had to hound James for any bit of information about what she liked. It was the least she could do for the teen putting up with her and her friends.

"I love it!" Roxy spun around. "This is awesome! thank you so much!"

"Of course! Like I said, it's a thank you gift."

"I don't- I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, I'm just glad you like it."

Roxy giggled and raced to find a mirror to admire her new jacket in. She was over the moon. Especially because red is her favorite color. Donna chuckled, watching the girl speed down the hall.

[pbandjesse]

I have a really intense headache all of a sudden. No idea why. I think probably from the heat and a little being dehydrated. I will try to deal with both shortly. I think sleep will fix a lot of my problems.

I didn't even sleep bad last night. I fed Sylvie right at midnight and was able to sleep pretty soundly until my alarm went off. I didnt feel amazing but I was fine enough and looking forward to camp.

James and me would get ready together. Sylvie was dressed in all orange and yellow. Her blisters continue to heal. And she was all smiles.

We walked together to Patterson to get the car. James would take the umbrella stroller and Sylvie's blow up chair. Hugs and kisses all around. And I was off.

It was already warm. My drive was good. But when I got to camp I struggled to park because of water bottles and other lost and found items. And then I was very unhappy to find that the art building had missing boxes and paint brushes left out. I was not happy. And like I would calm down. I always do. But it just is hurtful how often we have to discuss putting back materials at all program spaces and treating them with respect, and respecting the people who come after you. It sucks.

And then I would have to compensate for the missing materials. Thankfully by the end of the day I would find my missing bin. But it was still really upsetting.

I would also find out that my friend was suspended because of a rumor. And I had warned him on Tuesday that he needed to get ahead of it and go to the office. And then I'm gone for a day and a half and for all intents and purposes they fire my friend!! Ugh. Hopefully they let him come back. They have forgiven worse.

I would have great groups today. Lots of enthusiasm and joy. I was to hot. But I tried to bring the energy still. And while the kids worked or played I would work on sewing my faterpiller. Which I am almost done the body. Yay.

I had a three hour break. Where I worked on sewing. I read for a while. I chatted with Blanche and Remy about relationships and growth and responsibility. Geoff came and asked for help making a pattern for a batman cowl. I would help but mostly I was just support. And I think we did a good job but I am not sure he'll actually have time to make it tonight (for color wars tomorrow).

I enjoyed my afternoon. Even though it was to hot. Even though I found out about my friend. Even though the bontkirchen girls ignored me a little. It was still a good day.

I was very ready to go home though. And it would take almost an hour to get home. Which was mostly frustrating because I was tired and so hungry.

But then our neighbor Ryan texted me that their baby, Sunny, has been born!! And Michelle is doing well! I'm so happy for them. I cannot wait to meet them and see them grow as a family.

When I got home James came outside to meet me. I was happy to see them. And I was extra happy to see my baby.

Sylvie was smiles and laughs and being such a sweetie. We had some playing. James made me a tortilla pizza. I got stuff ready for the market tomorrow. And rested in the studio couch.

Eventually I would come upstairs to shower. And the evening would wind down. Sylvie just went to sleep. And James is getting cleaned up now. And I am super tired but thankfully the head ache is improving. And hopefully I can sleep easily.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well everyone!!

[pompillar]

I had too much fun with the last one sooooo back by my own silly demands here's Koyuu and how she interacts with the Vagastrom boys!

In Alan's case -

Stepping into the garage she felt right at home again. The steel beams and sounds of metal on metal. The way it was always just a tad bit too cold or too hot depending on the time of day. Yeah, she really had been changed by her time in Vagastrom. Though most people wouldn't call it for the better.

Most second and third years recognized her immediately and let her pass, showing respect or fear. A few first years could be seen ready to stop her and getting forcibly pulled back by their concerned upperclassmen. As fun as it was to watch them she continued further towards her goal.

Coming up on the familiar car she spotted the shoes of who she was here for sticking out from under it. She knew by now he was on the board so hooking a boot over his foot she easily wheeled a very startled Alan out from under the car, "Mido."

Schooling his expression he sighed, "You have to stop doing that. I might think you're an anomaly attacking me one day and lash out."

She snorted, "You forget I'm a ghoul too? You may be strong but I could take a few hits from you no problem."

Frowning he sat up, "What assignment did I forget?"

She pulled a page from her jacket and held it out, "Only the ones circled in red. I need the one underlined today though."

Alan stared at the page and then looked away, "...I don't have it."

"You mean it's in your dorm or...?"

"It's not done."

"You didn't start it."

"No... sorry." He refused to make eye contact with her until she sighed. "I'll go work on it now."

"Stop." She watched him freeze and sit back on the board. "Do you even remember the material for this essay? You were on a pretty fucked up mission recently. Heard rumors that even after the report was filed you kept looking into it. Do you need to talk about it?" Crouching down in front of him she waited.

He shut his eyes, "I don't like the way it was handled. We didn't learn the truth. We just covered it up to get rid of it."

Patting his shoulder she sighed, "I understand. Sometimes it's annoying, the way we have to hide things in order to protect people. If you hadn't done it that way it might have kept killing people. But Mido, it's not your responsibility to find the truth in this matter. That's for the non anomalous cops to do. It's not our fault if they can't do their jobs right."

He nodded and stared at the ground, "I don't remember the material..."

"Go get your book and a notebook, I have a free period." She clapped a hand on his shoulder again and headed to the graffiti couch, dropping onto it as Alan walked towards his dorm.

Looking up at the spray paint on the ceiling she sighed, that big dragon was still there... She really needed to find a day to touch that piece up. Maybe Alan would give her permission to redo it soon? After all it was a memorial piece...

In Sho's case -

Food truck was closed, didn't attend any of his classes, no sound of a bike anywhere today, no accounts of injury in the pit. Where the fuck was Sho?

There was concern in the way she clenched her jaw, storming into the garage and straight to the dorms. A worry that she couldn't smooth out of her face at all. Was he sick? Was he injured? Was he having a mental breakdown? Had his brother finally pushed him too far and he was burying the prick at this very moment? Unfortunately it's not likely to be the last one...

Approaching his dorm room she knocked and waited, what if he had been dragged off to who knows where by his annoying little buddy? No he would have used Bonnie. Or he was invited to Hotarubi and spirited away because he couldn't ignore a cry for help from the wisteria trees. Her spiraling was thankfully ended when the door opened.

"What do you want? Oh... Uh hey sensei? What are you doing here?" He wore an apron over his casual clothes and by the mess on it he'd been cooking.

She didn't outwardly show her relief but hummed, "You know what a visit from me means. You're behind on turning in some work."

Sho cursed under his breath, "I knew I forgot something..." Turning he headed back into the room, "Uh you can come in or whatever. Give me a minute to find it."

Walking in she looked around at the cozy set up, noting the delicious smell from the kitchenette. "What are you making?"

"Oh just some chicken parmesan and spaghetti. Had a craving for Italian." He was going through the papers on his desk. "You mind checking the sauce? There's tester spoons over there."

She cracked a smile, "Are you trying to make me forget why I came here?" Going over to the stove she found his set of taste test spoons and scooped a small amount of sauce. As she tried it she made a pleased sound, "It's good. You might want a tiny bit more oregano though. Have you added any cheese to the sauce? I heard that makes it thicker and it sticks better."

He looked back, "I haven't yet. Was waiting for it to cook a bit more. I think I have what you came here for now." Gathering a few worksheets and papers he came over and held them out to her.

Putting the spoon aside she took the schoolwork and leafed through it, "Mhm... that's there... and this one. Okay looks like everything. Try not to hold off on turning this stuff in." Looking up she caught him staring, "What? Did I get sauce on my face?"

Sho glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck, "No... It's just funny. I used to have to look up to see your face and now you have to look up to see mine..."

Swatting him with his own papers she frowned, "It's not my fault you shot up like a tree. Don't call your teacher short you little shit."

He grinned and avoided another smack, "It's just an observation!" Slipping around her he added a bit of oregano to his sauce and stirred it, "Anyway are you planning to do anything in the next... Two hours? I'm making enough for at least four people."

She gave him a tired smile, "I'd love to but as a teacher I don't think the academy is gonna like the idea of me having a one on one private dinner with one of my first year students. If you get what I'm saying."

Sho frowned, "Who's gonna tell em? You? Cause I won't." Tasting the sauce he sighed, "Yeah, more oregano was the right choice."

Shaking her head she chuckled, "They'll find out one way or another. Anyway, you should share it with your other house ghouls. I'm sure Mido would love some home cooked food." Turning she started off towards the door.

"Hey! Are you sure you can't stay? Just to catch up. I mean we haven't seen each other since I was a shrimp." He held his hand out to about where his head would have been at that time. "It literally took that jackass telling me it was you to really see it. I missed your letters. We don't have to talk about why you changed... I just wanna talk as friends again." His voice had softened as he went on, looking dejected and every bit the same pouting child she'd met that day all those years ago.

Her heart twinged but she sighed, "Maybe another time. When we aren't somewhere that has ears on every wall. See you in class Sho." Waving she quickly left the room lest she cave to those deep blue puppy dog eyes.

It took her a moment to collect herself as she walked down the hall. In a better world she thought maybe the Haizono brothers were born in the opposite order and she got to go to Darkwick with Sho instead. That would have been nice... he would have protected her, stopped her from making her pact, kept her from doing all the things that dug her into this hole. And he would have done it regardless of what anyone would have thought about him.

God he really was the best person in that fucked up family...

In Leo's case -

It felt like a trap. It fully felt like a trap. Leo might not be in class everyday but not turning in his work was new. There were several pieces missing from the folder she needed to turn in.

Ever since she made this stupid deal with him it was a fucking mind game. She briefly wondered if it had been a mistake. Agree to answer two questions truthfully in exchange for his ass being in that seat for a full week. She knew how to bend it to her favor, omit and use whatever way he worded it to give him as little and as useless information as possible.

Her walk into the dorms was quiet this time. At this point in the year everyone was already aware of her status and let her pass with no issue. She stopped at the door with his name on it and sighed, going to knock but being stopped by a voice.

"Come in~"

Frowning she opened the door and entered the room, her eyes narrowed as she saw him lazing on his bed with a magazine. She was cut off once again.

"So to what do I owe the honor of you gracing me with your presence?" His words were saccharine but clearly not genuine.

"Your missing assignments. I have a list here-"

"Oh yeah. It's all on my desk over there." He didn't bother to look up from his magazine as he flipped a page.

Her jaw clenched, "You have a bad habit of cutting people off. Show a little respect and wait until I finish talking before opening your big mouth."

His golden eyes shot up to lock onto her grays, "You know you don't show me any respect. So why should I show you any?"

Collecting the papers she huffed, "I show you plenty of respect. I could act more like professor Haizono if you want, patronize you and make you feel like a child."

"You two have the same problem at the end of the day."

Her grip on the papers faltered and she turned to him with wide eyes, "Excuse me?"

"Neither of you can answer a question honestly to save your lives. Your darling students have a thirst for knowledge you know? Lying is really so unbecoming of an educational professional." He closed the magazine and sat up, eyes still focused.

Inhaling slowly she let it out in a scoff, "Don't compare me to that bastard. I haven't lied to you once. There's a difference between omitting details and outright lying to your face." She spit her own venom back at him now.

"Oh? You don't consider screwing with our deal to be a type of lie? You only answered one question last time."

"That's where you're wrong." Taking the papers in hand she flipped through them, "You asked me a 'when and where.' That's two separate questions." Feeling a presence behind her she growled when two hands landed on the desk on either side of her. "Kurosagi..."

He waited for her to turn around and stared into her eyes, "That's bullshit and you know it."

"You never said anything about asking multipart questions. So there's no reason not to assume that they're different questions. You're just mad that I'm playing the game well." Using one foot she swept his legs out and made him fall into his desk chair.

"Ow! You bitch!" He hissed as he sat up, "You put your hands on a student?!"

She rolled her eyes and walked to the door, "I put a misbehaving ghoul in their place. There's a difference between those too." As she slammed his door behind her he shouted.

"I'm telling my advisor!"

"Tell him! He'll have a field day when you explain that you're harassing a professor!" Hearing him go quiet she stormed away from the dorms, not even noticing Sho peering at her from his doorway before he slipped into Leo's room with a frown.

[bones4thecats]

Okay so I just found out that Me and Ace shared the same birthday 23rd Sept.

So can I make a request where the reader somehow forgets or just doesn't tell anyone and like on their birthday they get a cake and everything to celebrate with grim, our residential ginger pulls up and is like bro for me :') ? Tryna be all dramatic and cause birthday but then the reader is nah bro and idk how to proceed after this I just thought it'd be funny.

Platonic or romantic it's on you. Gender Neutral reader.

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A/N: This isn't my normal Ace emoji, but I will use it for this request as it seems cute! Happy early birthday 🌚-Anon!! I hope it's as fun as it was to write this request for you!!

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(I made this so you could either be friends of partners!! Srsly tho, writing this XD)

P.S: I made the reader MC, though they're different from my AU's Yuu

🎂 Crowley wouldn't stop laying a bunch of issue on your shoulders. He has been 'busy' with filing off grades for the students' final tests of the semester, so he went to you and dropped a fairly large stack of papers into your hands

🎂 You nearly had forgotten what the whole day was about, you. It was all about you, it was your birthday after all!

🎂 It was hard being away from your family, since they would come around and sing you the classic 'Happy Birthday' song while bringing out your cake, candles lit and cheerful smiles plastered on their faces

🎂 You had bought your cake from the nearest bakery that Trey had mentioned, since he was going to be busy with an unbirthday party at the time. Though thankfully, the dorm leaders, their camera-mage, and ex-delinquent had sent you cards with small gifts

🎂 It was all going according to plan that night, Malleus had stopped by to offer you his gift for your birthday, and the other dorms' members had also sent you gifts of their own

🎂 Vil sent you face-masks, Rook sent you a 'lucky rabbits foot', Epel did a basket of fresh apples, Ortho and Idia did a newer gadget, the trio of Savanaclaw gave you some training materials, Octavinelle's three leaders gifted you with some ocean-special items like shells from the dept, and Diasomnia blessed you with some of your special needs; like a more updated home, with the usage of magic ofc

🎂 You just hadn't expected what you had seen nor read

🎂 Grabbing the birthday card that Deuce had sent you, it read that 'today was special for two of his close friends', which concerned you

🎂 Someone shared the same birthday as you when you were here at Night Raven College, but who could've been the one soul who did?

🎂 When the ginger-haired Heartslabyul student had come trudging into Ramshackle with a proud look on his face, you immediately knew who it was, and because of this student's stubbornness, you had to grab grim and start running away with the cake in your's and his' hands/paws

🎂 Of course, luck wasn't on your side, yet again, when you came to the very ending of Ramshackle's courtyard and you could hear Ace yelling behind you on why you were running away

🎂 So turning around, you began sprinting past him and back into the dorms' rundown kitchen. And when Ace came into the same room just a few seconds later, you began explaining why you weren't giving it to him

🎂 It was your birthday as well! Well, what a shocker! This was going to go down in history as one of his most surprising moments at NRC

🎂 After a while of debating who got the cake, you two sat down on the living room's couch and watched a comedy film on his phone, and funnily enough the cake was gone fast, but that didn't stop him from attempting to eat your pieces

🎂 He may be a little prideful at times, but he can be a sweetheart, whether your lovers or friends

[dark-elf-writes]

Moira was curious as they entered Ostanes house, the door thankfully reoiled and no longer squeaky.

It wasn't often Ostanes summoned them, preferring to break into their place of work and home or disappear until they sought him out.

"Good, you're here," Ostanes said as soon as they walked through the threshold, wrapping a hand around their wrist and tugging.

They let him drag them to wherever he pleased.

Their brows slightly furrowed as they looked around. The alchemist's house was, for once, completely clean without their intervention.

Ostanes never cleaned unless they prodded him to, and most of the time they ended up cleaning themself. It was a point of eternal fond exasperation.

In the end, Ostanes only stopped when they entered his room, placing them on the bed.

"I need your help with an experiment," He said, moving to his less cluttered than usual desk and rummaging around for a second. He returned to the edge of the bed, practically standing between their knees, with a small glass vial filled with a softly glowing pink and gold liquid. "Drink."

Moira nodded and moved to take the glass from him, only for Ostanes to pop the vial open himself and hold the vial to their lips.

They blinked up at him, his behavior the whole day had been odd so this was just another point in a long list now, but let him pour the liquid down their throat.

It was sweet and thick on their tongue. They could practically feel it clinging to their throat as it glided down.

Ostanes didn't move back, practically hovering over their sitting form as he tossed the vial back onto his desk. He didn't say a word either.

Perhaps they should have asked after the experiment, or not drank the liquid until he explained what it was, but it was Ostanes asking them. For anyone but the other Champions, they would have refused the summons. For anyone but Ostanes they would have protested at every turn.

If Ostanes wanted to drag them into some highly unethical experiment, they would let him. If he wanted to use them to test the limits of Champion immortality, they'd have no complaints. They had already given him their heart and soul.

They licked their lips slightly, feeling a bit parched. Odd, they had drank water not too long ago.

It also felt suddenly too hot for the cool night air that was coming through Ostanes' bedroom window.

They squirmed slightly against the bed. It took all their self control to not let the movement be more dramatic. The bedsheets paid the price beneath their clenched hand.

"Don't hold back your reactions," Ostanes said finally, tucking a stray wave behind their ear. "This is valuable research material."

Right. The experiment.

They were usually not such a forgetful person but their sudden heat flooding their body made it a bit difficult to think.

They squirmed again, already moving to peel off their outer layers, which had the added side effect of pressing their face in Ostanes' palm. The contact made them shudder.

They...

They wanted him to touch them more.

"A- Alchemist," They managed through their dry mouth as their hands struggled to get their footwear off.

Ostanes dropped to his knees, brushing their hands back to remove their footwear himself.

"Yes," He murmured, letting his hands rest on their calves. The skin to skin contact soothed the burning beneath their skin while also sending heat flooding to the junction between their thighs. "What do you need, my dearest Librarian?"

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Notes

This is the lead up to the potential Mostanes smut in the world where the two actually get their shit together

Does this count as dubcon? Moira certainly didn't know what they were signing up for but they'd agree to it either way

Poor Moira has no clue what's going on. They're demi and have basically never been horny in their entire life and now their being hit with Ostanes' Super Strength Aphrodisiac

Ostanes spent hours cleaning his house in preparation for this, something he never does. He wanted to impress Moira

This was brought about because Ostanes got jealous of Em flirting with Moira, even though by this point they've switched heart and bits if their soul

Moira lets Ostanes drag them around a lot. He is nowhere near strong enough to actually force them somewhere

This was actually going to be a smut snippet but then I realize I have no clue how to write smut and didn't want to try and figure it our in the middle of the night

Neither Moira or Ostanes are seen for the next three days ;p

BARKING SCREAMINg HOWLING

They are so not normal about each other and I adore them