#I have all these cool boots that I can't wear anymore

[i-am-literally-deranged]

ough I'm going through my stuff to cut down rn and I HATE that I have such a weird size because I would love to pass some of this stuff down to somebody but I simply do not know anyone who wears my same sizes

[btsgotjams27]

busted | jjk

Your husband comes home with a new gift and you’re not happy with it.

✨ title: busted | ✨ pairing: biker!jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 851 | ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut (?) | parents, married ✨ warnings: language, jungkook is having a quarter-life crisis, mentions deceased parent (jungkook’s), they have two small children, jokes about cheating, kissing, groping, fingering, breeding kink(?), reader is turned on by jungkook’s outfit, allusions to sex ✨ a/n: i can't believe jungkook is giving us writers such good content. ily bby. i apologize to @bngtnbrat & @gguksflowers b/c i didn't give you what you actually wanted LOL. i got lazy and didn't want to write smut. don't hate me.

"And where did you come from?" you asked, eyeing your husband from head to toe. "And what are you wearing?"

Jungkook jumped back, doe eyes widened, clutching his chest when you turned on the entryway light. "Holy shit, babe–you scared me." He was dressed in black, not unusual for him - but it wasn't his everyday outfit. He donned a moto-style canvas jacket, skinny jeans, and boots.

You stood there with a deadpan expression, arms crossed, waiting for him to answer. You wanted to see how he'd get out of this one.

He looked at his outfit, confused about why you were fussing over it. He was trying to play it cool and keep his seventeen thousand dollar Harley Davidson purchase a secret. "Why aren't you asleep?" He deflected, evading your questions, and he would never hear the end of it now.

You took a step closer to him, squinting at the orange letters etched in his jacket. "Why does it say Harley Davidson on there?" You already knew what Jungkook was up to, but you needed him to verbalize it.

The low rumbling of a motorcycle could be heard from outside when you checked in on your baby boys. Wondering who the hell bought a bike in your neighborhood. Was it your obnoxious neighbor, Taehyung? Did he finally bite the bullet and make the purchase?

When you peeked through the blinds, a person on an all-black motorcycle was sitting in your driveway. Someone must be at the wrong house, you thought. They pulled off the matte black helmet, lightly ruffling their long, dark, wavy locks - revealing it was not a random stranger but your husband. 

Jungkook gently pushed himself off the bike and glanced at the darkened house in front of him. You quickly stepped away from the window, hoping he didn't see you. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and a deep sigh escaped. You told yourself that you wouldn't blow up on him.

Jungkook shrugged. "Just a jacket I bought," he said casually, brushing past you and setting down his backpack.

"Huh--" You turned to him. "Where's your helmet?"

Busted.

He stopped dead in his tracks, beating himself up because you caught him red-handed. Jungkook slowly turned to face you, guilt written all over his face. He knew he couldn't lie anymore. Scratching his temple while dodging your gaze, he muttered, "It's hidden in the bushes."

Taehyung left for the weekend and forgot to give Jungkook the code to his garage. That's where he's been storing his new purchase.

When the two of you started dating, he expressed that owning a motorcycle was a dream of his, but with getting married and having two small children under the age of five - it became a pipe dream. A van was more plausible, not a motorcycle. So Jungkook never brought it up again until his mother passed away. Then there was endless talk about buying his dream bike because life was too short to not buy things that made you happy.

It's not that you didn't want him to have one, you wanted him to have everything he could ever want, but again, the two of you were responsible for little humans now.

"Is that why you've been going out late at night? To ride your bike? Thought you were cheating on me." You were relieved when you discovered it was a bike, not another woman.

He lightly chuckled, holding his arms out for you, bringing you flush against his chest. "I could never cheat on you, baby. You're the only one I want, the only one I'd want to carry my babies," he grinned, peering down at you.

"Kook–don't," you whined when he groped your fleshy cheeks under your oversized shirt. "The kids are sleeping." He was shameless, really, and wanted to fuck you anytime, anywhere.

Was this his way of apologizing for the bike? Fucking you into oblivion?

He connected his mouth to yours, letting his warm tongue find yours. He smiled when he pulled away, causing you to whimper. "Then you gotta be quiet, don't you?"

You broke away from his embrace, playfully hitting him in the chest. "We need to talk about this, you know?" you grumbled. "You're not gonna get away with this."

He chuckled, leaning in and trailing kisses across your jaw, tugging you closer into his frame. "Not gonna get away with what? My bike or you?"

You mewled when his hand found its way into your underwear, lightly touching your already sensitive bud. "Your... bike," you stuttered, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Jungkook's never been shy regarding affection; he'd always give you hugs and kisses, even with the kids around.

"Can we talk about it later?" he asked, giving open-mouth kisses along your neck, gripping your waist, pressing you against his hardened length.

You had to admit, you liked him in this outfit. Who knew you'd be so turned on by a stupid motorcycle jacket and skinny jeans? God--you're easy.

Jungkook started removing his jacket, but your hands stopped him. "This--stays on." He flashed a shit-eating grin. "Everything stays on."

✨ next ~ busted again

[starrywooyo]

treasure: three

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader (wooyoung focus)

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] killing, wounds, blood ect..

notes: this chapter kinda has a wooyoung focus towards the end! hongjoong's character is still quite rude towards the mc.

word count: 4.7k

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"y/n. it's okay, really! its only for a few days. we do have a spare cabin, but it's filled with some of yeosang's extra books and maps so he'll clear it out and then you can sleep there for the time being. so really. it's okay just sleep here." wooyoung says, pushing you in the room and then he says goodnight closing the door behind him. 

pushing down on the door handle you realise he's locked the door as well. in other words, he's not really giving you a choice. is he? 

slipping under the covers you let your tiredness and thoughts consume you.

maybe. just maybe it won't be as bad here...

Your eyes flutter open to the room being dark, you reach to the bedside table for your phone but... there's nothing there? sitting up you rub the sleep from your eyes and look around the dimly lit room and the unfamiliar interior. 

ah that's right. you're not in your world anymore... you're in a world of pirates, probable danger too. on a ship where the captain despises you. 

you sigh and slide your legs from under the covers. your feet touching the cool of the wooden floorboards sends a shock through your body. you're most definitely awake now.

it's then you realise you slept in your new clothes, or you should say the clothes wooyoung lent you. it's not like they're dirty but still you can't just rummage through the man's closet for clean clothes everyday just like you do in your world. no. pirates probably don't even change their clothes that often anyway. so, you'll just stay in the same clothes. out of the corner of your eye you spy something. there on the chair in the corner of his room. you walk towards the item. It's a pair of… boots? beside the boots is a piece of crumpled paper. you unfold it and read it: 

" It just so happens that these boots are too small for anyone here on the ship, no one's worn them..

if your feet are better or feeling less sore. you should wear them. I know the floorboards get quite cold on the ship and they're pretty dirty.

you should wear these even if your cuts hurt. it'll prevent them gettin infected or something. and if you're reading this then it means 

you're awake. you should join us on deck and like the captain said: ^if you wanna stay you gotta pull your weight^

i also hope you at least slept well~ " 

so, the boots are for you. sitting back on the bed you unlace the brown boots and slip them over your feet. it stings a little. but you know the pain will fade after a while, you lace the boots up loosely and after making the bed you make your way up to the main deck. there you find Seonghwa.

“Ah y/n! there you are, I hope you slept well?”  He asked to which you nodded your head letting out a small yes.

“Now let me see... given the state of your feet and wounds and the fact they haven't healed and to top it off most of the crew are against women being on board... I suppose your job for today can be to help Yeosang clear out that spare cabin with all his extra things in there and then you can help make dinner later, nothing too much for now. Does that sound okay?” He again asked  

“Yes, that's fine. where...?” You began 

seonghwa smiled, “you can find yeosang through those doors and then it's the last door on the left side,” he said pointing to the door behind you.

you thank him and make your way through them and walk to the end door stopping before it, you knock and hear a voice call "come in" 

opening the door, you find yeosang but he's not alone. The captain was here too... 

the captain turned, his eyes seemingly scanning your figure and lingering slightly at the boots on your feet then back to your face before turning back to yeosang.

“We can finish this later yeosang” he says and makes his way around you and out the door not before letting out a 'tsk' as he passes by you.

what was that about now... 

“sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation” you told yeosang to which he shakes his head.

“No, no. it's fine, we were basically finished anyway. now, let's get moving that stuff.” he said, clapping his hands together. 

...

so, you followed yeosang back through the doors and onto the main deck and back down the steps to the cabin rooms and he stopped at one just a little passed what you know to be wooyoung's room.

“This is the room here that'll be yours for now so just remember that it's the one at the end of this hall to the right.” he said, opening the door. 

you nod to him and finally looking into the room your eyes widen. 

this room was an absolute mess. it was a state! like an earthquake happened. you look to yeosang and he rubs the back of his neck.

“Seems we've got our work cut out for us?” he laughs nervously as he enters the room with you following close behind.

There were scrolls and maps everywhere. one even pinned to the desk with a dagger stuck in it and weighted down with other trinkets, you couldn't even see the bed from everything that was piled up on top of it. and there were numerous stacks of books, and dust. a lot. a lot of dust. 

you both decided to start by taking all the scrolls to yeosang's study first being they were only paper and the lightest. you went to the map on the desk to roll it up only to let out a small laugh at all the drawing of beasts on the map from your "real-world perceptions'' that they were only put to scare sailors to which yeosang explained to you that the drawing on the maps is of very, very much real sea beasts. which you weren't going to lie did scare you a bit.  

a few hours most definitely went by of carrying scrolls from one room to another till there was only a small number of books left. letting inpatients get the better of you, you picked up a larger stack of books wanting to finish the strenuous task quicker. and by larger stack meaning you couldn't see over it. yeosang told you to take a couple off as he came back into the room for another stack stating it was dangerous, but his warning went through one ear and out the other. 

you ever so slowly made your way up the steps to the main deck and trying to look around you saw that seonghwa was no longer at the wheel, but the captain was. and he definitely had his eyes on you as soon as he saw you. with his burning gaze on you. you felt nervous and to top it off being unable to see over the books you failed to notice that the deck was wet, so down you went. books spilling everywhere. and oh boy did it hurt. Soon Wooyoung was by your side asking if you were okay and if you were hurt badly from the fall to which you said you were fine and that it was just a shock. and you start to pick up the books with wooyoung helping you. though thinking about the fall. you could've sworn you saw the captain's body slightly jerk as you fell...

Was he going to help you? pffft no. of course not y/n don't be silly he hates you. and just to prove that thought, there he was leaning over the railing from where the wheel was, shaking his head at you with a smug smirk on his face.

“Well. just proves my point woman don't belong on ships” he says 

you ignore his words and continue to pick up the books with wooyoung. then you remember something.

“Oh... wooyoung? thank you by the way for helping me pick these up. and for the boots” you say to him. 

he hums his brows slightly furrowing

“What?”

“The boots? thank you for letting me use them” you say smiling. 

“The boots... oh yeah! the boots, it's really no problem. I couldn't just let you walk around here bare footed and get sick” he said whilst you were still picking up the books. what you failed to notice while doing so was his confused eyes drifting elsewhere before he answered you.

 with all the books picked up, you with a small pile and wooyoung with a small pile and yeosang soon joining you and giving you a lecture about how he told you that would happen. you had now officially cleared out and cleaned the spare room. 

 now though it was time to help seonghwa and jongho make some dinner. walking into the kitchen they were already both there. you were making a type of meat stew, and you were given the job of cutting the vegetables to go in the stew .

no one spoke a word as you all did your jobs to make the stew, today was clearly not your day as you cut your finger whilst cutting the veggies by getting startled by a cat. The cut wasn't deep so you had no need to go to san.  

...

dishing out the now cooked stew into bowls, the three of you took them to the table where everyone was sitting and placed a bowl In Front of them and then took your own seat, which again was beside wooyoung. nothing seems to slip by him so he noticed the cut on your finger straight away asking what happened and that then caught Sans attention and he asked if he needed to take a look at it to which you declined just trying to eat your stew but wooyoung's pestering about how it happened seemed to even bug jongho so he blurted out how you got the cut. though the story of how you cut yourself being startled by a cat was found to be funny by someone. and that someone was the captain. Who did end up joining you all for dinner this time?

he laughed out loud sitting at the top of the table

“Ah, oh wow, that's amazing, getting scared of the cat. nice one” he said his laughter coming to a stop and a smile being left on his face. and you stared at it, he was showing emotions other than anger and glares in your presence, once he noticed your stare however the smile was gone as soon as it appeared. he cleared his throat, picking up his now empty bowl

“ahem excuse me- I'll take my bowl to the kitchen. goodnight” and then he was gone. 

and it was then quiet as everyone finished the last few drops of their stew.  

you sat still staring at where the captain had just previously sat, your cheeks slightly heating up.

his laugh... his smile... It was so... pretty. 

maybe.. just maybe. This was a start, at least for now. 

After everyone had finished eating their stew and this time you finally managed to convince seonghwa to let you do the dishes this round after not being able to last time., whilst scrubbing the remanence of the stew from the bowls, you couldn't help but remember back to the captain and how he laughed and his smile, though he was laughing at you and at your pain from being cut, he really did have a pretty smile. 

with all the bowls now scrubbed. you dried them and stacked them where you got them when you dished out the stew. then made your way from the kitchen to your new room where you drifted to sleep again.

...

you'd now been on the illusion for about a week now, you could definitely say you'd grown closer to some of the crewmembers, though some not so much. The captain still hates your guts. it seems like every little flaw and mistake you do he makes little snarky comments about and always pulls the "that's why women don't belong on ships" idea, wooyoung on the other hand can tell his comments get to you and tries to make you feel better by saying it just takes him time to open up to people, you don't know what to believe though. 

yeosang's been trying. key word here. trying to teach you how to read maps but it seems to not be going well so you just spend time with him in his study sometimes after you've done your work and read some of his books not that if you were to be able to read the maps you'd be much help. you're not even a crew member plus the captain hates you, so there's no point for you to, he'd never sit in your company and talk to you as you map out the journey he plans.  

...

here you were though sitting in your room reading a book you've stolen from Yeosang, he said that it wouldn't be too long before you'd reach land, and you'd get there at some point today. the thought made you sad that meant you were off the ship and they'd leave. it made you think that you really have no clue where to start about getting back home to your family. your younger siblings and older brother... 

you're pulled from your thoughts by the ship suddenly jerking along with a loud noise. you're slightly flung into the table you were sitting at. finding your balance again you walk to the door of your room and open it to see wooyoung coming out of his room in a rush. you call his name, and he turns to you, his eyes slightly widening.  

“y/n!! get back in your room and stay in there!!” he tells you as he ushers you back into the room. “Stay in here, and don't come out. it's not safe. lock the door and don't open it for anyone” he tells you as he makes his way back out the room.

“Wait! what do you mean not safe” you call to him again

 

he sighs out in frustration “please just do as I say” and with that he shut the door behind him and was running to who knows where. 

the ship jerked again and this time you fell to the floor, you decided to be nosy and peak out your window. sticking your head out you see there's another ship and it's firing its cannons at this ship whilst some of the opposing crew swing across onto this ship. wooyoung was right you are most definitely not safe. you didn't even have anything to protect yourself should someone come through the door. so, you snuck out and made your way down the steps of the ship, down to where wooyoung took you to mingi to get your chains off on your first day. and you took a cutlass. you did fencing back home, how different could it be should you need to use the sword. 

thinking about it, you decided to be nosey and have a look on the top deck at what was going on. big mistake as soon as you got to the stairs leading to the main deck. a person was walking down them, and they were clearly not from this crew he noticed you right away. he pulled his gun on you

oh...

you hadn't thought about guns but alas they were pirates after all, you closed your eyes and awaited the pain.

BANG!

you felt something hot spurt on your face, it wasn't you who got shot no, it was the guy who dropped down dead. you looked to the top of the stairs to who dealt the shot and there was the captain standing at the top gun pointed in your direction, smoke slightly coming from the muzzle.

“Get back to your room” he said in his usual cold voice and then he disappeared from the top of the stairs to what you assume, continue fighting. you however go against his order and go onto the main deck. 

Everyone is fighting, some lay on the floor of the deck still, no longer moving. 

looking, you see the captain at the starboard side fighting a guy with his cutlass and then he pierces the guy with his sword, removing his sword he shakes it to get the blood off and his gaze again falls on you. He looks pissed. He stalks toward you and grabs your arm tight.

“The hell did I tell you!? get back down there and stay in your room, you're gonna get yourself killed!” he yells at you, his grip tightening as he goes to drag you back down the stairs. 

no. you've had enough of his attitude, captain or not. you yank your arm from his grip moving back quite a bit and yell straight back.

“No! I wanna help! and that's what I'll do!”  you tell him gripping your cutlass tighter. 

he looks at you with his eye, the other covered with his eyepatch like you're a crazy person and maybe you were. who knows

“Not happening.” he says again pointing his cutlass at you “you are going back down those stairs, and you will stay down there. hell, you don't know how to fight.” he says   

you internally laugh. shows what he knows. you see his eyes slightly widen and you turn around only to block another sword with your cutlass. you hear the captain let out a curse as he again is occupied with his own opponent. 

you have a back and forth of blocking the swings from the pirate in front of you as he too mocks you for being a girl. 

“Wooyoung, Jongho!” you hear the captain shout 

“we're a bit busy at the moment” they both shout back.

“I know that, when you get a minute just get her the heck away from here. she's gonna get herself killed” he yells back.

from what you can hear, you heard wooyoung slightly laugh. 

“I think she can take care of herself captain!” he yells back

the captain looks at you after getting rid of his own opponent. and slightly laughs 'well I'll be damned; the girl can fight' he says to himself.

finally coming to your senses, you realise the pirate you were fighting was no longer In Front of you. oh. oh. you just killed someone.

you look about again and see someone about to strike their sword at the captain who was again occupied with someone, he's popular with these other pirates. and without even thinking you thrust your sword in the man's side and pull the bloody cutlass out as the man falls to the ground. the captain turns to see what happened and sees you and then the man lying on the floor.

you just killed two people...  your thoughts were going wild, and your hands started to shake. you drop your cutlass and back up to the wall your breathing getting shorter, vision getting blurry except for the man Infront of you. 

he kneels In Front of you placing his bloody hands on your face.

“Hey, hey. It's okay just breathe. breathe with me, okay?”' a man says trying to get your breathing regulated all whilst keeping his eye on the enemies. He ends up pulling his gun from its holster. BANG!

your hands fly to your ears and your eyes squeeze tight shut. you're pulled into a chest “you're okay. it's okay” softly whispered in your ear. 

“Seonghwa!! come take her away to her room” the captain yelled. and you're soon being softly pulled to your feet and your head placed into a chest again. 

“it's okay y/n, I got you. let's get you to your room, hmm?” it was seonghwa and you nodded your head against his chest. 

...

you now back in the safety of your room, seonghwa long gone to help fight again. you sit on the bed, staring at the wall and let your thoughts again consume you. 

you killed two people, took their lives. innocent or not. What if they had a family? Why did these people have a grudge towards the illusion crew? What if I stupidly died trying to fight these people? what if the captain didn't shoot that person-

you don't know how long you thought these thoughts floated about in your mind, but you are pulled from those thoughts from a soft knock on the door.

wooyoung...

 he comes in your room and slowly knees in front of you, he looks sad. his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks at you and lips slightly pouted. he places his hands in your hands and looks up at your face.

“you okay?..” he asks softly

no. I'm not okay...

you slightly nod your head at his question, avoiding looking in his eyes.

he asks again. not believing your answer.

“Are you okay?” 

this time you don't answer but your lips slightly quiver, and your eyes fill with tears that soon pour out. you shake your head no to his question this time.

“n-no, i'm not o-okay” you try to say. he's quick to react and suddenly he's sitting beside you on your bed. he brings your head to his chest and gently strokes the back of your head or rubs your back as he lets you cry out your tears, softly shushing you and whispering that "its okay" and to just let it out.

“shh shh, it's okay. you're okay. I got you y/n. just let all your tears out” he says gently rocking you both side to side

you unconsciously tighten your arms that are wrapped around him, trying to seek as much comfort from him as you can. 

you don't know how long you were both like this for but eventually your tears stopped and you we're just sniffling from crying.

Wooyoung slightly pulls away from you and wipes the remainder of your tears from your bloody face with his thumbs. He sadly yet softly smiles at you.

“feel a bit better now?” he asks softly.  you nod dabbing the wetness from your nose.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly

you again shake your head looking to the floor.

“n-no..” you let out quietly. 

“c-can I clean your wound?” he asks.

it's your turn for your eyebrows to furrow. you look at him confused.

He gently grabs your arm and shows you the gash on your upper arm. you hadn't even realised you got injured....

 “I noticed your arm bleeding when I saw Seonghwa bringing you back here... I asked San how to do it. so, can I?” he asked, still in a soft voice. 

you look at him. 

“'I don't know... wouldn't it be better for San to look at it..” you told him, still a bit quiet. you knew the cut didn't need stitches due to having got them before back home, but you still thought it would be better for a doctor to look. 

wooyoung pouts at your answer he looks like a child to you, it reminds you of your younger siblings sometimes even your older brother... 

“Come on! I even asked him how, I'm not gonna mess it up!” he whines to you.

you weren't gonna lie he was kinda cute, so you ended up giving in much to his satisfaction, he walked over to the table where he'd placed the items san gave him on his way in and sat back beside you on the bed. It was then he started to nervously laugh. 

“I uh ahaha you're gonna need to take this side of your... shirt off..” he explained.

oh

“I won't look, don't worry! i'll turn around” he told you getting up from his sitting position, his back now facing you as he stands in the corner of the room. 

you sit still for a few moments and then with shaky hands start to unbutton the shirt you had on. your arm slightly stung as you removed it from the sleeve of the shirt off the other arm. you decided to put the shirt on backwards so you were able to cover your chest with your shirt and still have your left arm free so wooyoung could clean and bind it. 

“o-okay you can come over now..” you told him and awkwardly he did. sitting back beside you you saw him slightly bite his lower lip as he took the damp cloth to clean the blood away from the cut.

his eyes looked so focused; you couldn't help but notice some of his features. the way his blonde hair falls slightly over his eyes and despite being a pirate how soft it looks, to the shape of his face, the way a light blush flushes his cheeks and even noticing the little mole that adorns his face under his left eye. you sharply breathe in as his eyes meet yours. his tongue slightly popping out to wet his dry lips.

“i'm gonna put this on now, it's probably gonna sting... a lot” he said as he pours the antiseptic on the cloth then dabbing it on your gash 

he was right, it hurt like a bitch. you hiss from the pain, and you see from his eyes that he feels sorry for giving you pain.

he continues to dab the antiseptic soaked cloth into your wound. you see his hands slightly shaking. He then picks up the roll of white bandages and proceeds to wrap it around your now clean cut and then ties a knot in it, a bit too tight making you hiss slightly.

“sorry.. I didn't mean to hurt you…” he says softly 

"It's okay” you say just as softly back. 

 and he stands from his seat to put the medicine back on the table along with the blood-soaked cloths. you don't know how you missed it when you've been looking at him the whole time he's been in here, but you notice that he's got bandages too... only his are more blood soaked than your fresh one.

you grab his arm.

“You were hurt too?” you asked.

he smiles at you and slightly pats your head, sitting back beside you.

“aye. I'm okay though, i just needed some stitches that's it” he says

your eyes slightly widen. 

He was injured so badly he needed some stitches!!?

he laughs at your expression.

“San took good care of me so don't worry, okay? I don't need you to worry about me. just leave me to be the one worrying about you alright?” he tells you.

you bite your lip and look at him.

“Did it hurt?” you ask

he laughs and looks up then back at you.

“really? I shoulda been the one asking you that. but no...it didn't hurt, I'm used to injuries like this'' he explained. 

you both sit in a bit of silence for a moment 

“y/n I-” wooyoung began though he didn't get to finish his sentence by the door being knocked and opened, and there stood the fiery red head that hates your guts.

the captain. 

he just stood. looking at you both. 

wooyoung sighs and you notice he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, and he stands.

“I'll go now” he says coldly, and he takes the medicine and cloths away and out the door leaving you with the captain.

What just happened...?

it's quiet and you don't bother to look at the captain.

“I've got a few things to say” the captain begins. he doesn't wait for your answer and walks further into your room, pulling up the chair to sit Infront of you.

you still don't look up at him, your eyes now looking at his boots. 

he clasps his hands together and leans forward in his seat.

“Can you look at me when I speak to you?” he states coldly.

not wanting to piss him off further, you raise your gaze to meet his eye. 

he slightly looks around your room and then back at you, nodding

“so, you can fight. you know how to use a sword. So I'll cut to the chase. I was talking to my crew and given your situation with your family, and the fact I lost some of my crew today, I'm still against the idea of having a woman on board but my crew seems to like you. so, I'd like you to join us. and Second, I wanna thank you for saving my life. I could've been heavily injured or dead if it wasn't for you. don't get me wrong though, just cause I'm thanking you and asking ye to join my crew doesn't mean i like you nor trust you.” he stands making his way to the door, opening it and just before he leaves, he turns to you again.

“you've got till we dock to give me your answer, what'll you do? join the illusion or you can get off my ship the next time we dock” he says still cold before leaving out the door to let you ponder your decision. 

what will you do...?

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"Baggage Claim"

Hey! Is DEL still available?

Sorry, but the only other thing I can offer you is a case from ATL. Far less exotic. But also completely impractical for you. What the hell are you supposed to do with fishing equipment. In your whole life you have never fished. And you're certainly not going to sit down on the Hudson River. You don't want to eat what's swimming in there anyway. Well, the chain is cool. You can wear it sometime… But now you should worry less about the suitcase and more about the presentation for your next appointment.

Your colleagues and also your customers are a bit irritated that you constantly include any comparisons in your presentation, in which it is about fish, hunting or the like. But otherwise it was a good appointment, the customer has concluded the contract. A reason to celebrate. The first thing you do when you enter the bar is to take off your tie. Man, you really can't breathe with that stuff on. And while the others toast with sissy stuff like Negronis and gin and tonics, you order yourself a big beer. You drink it all in one go. And order a second one. The burp was world class. You grin broadly. Your colleagues ask if you've still got it all together. Sure thing, you answer, but now you have to piss first.

On the toilet you take your cock out of your lucky jockstrap. You've always worn it to important football games in college. The piece is completely filthy. Huhuhu, that's me too, you think. How long ago was college, anyway? A year? You shake it off and stow your dick again, buttoning your not-quite-clean jeans and fastening your belt with the monstrous belt buckle representing a Southern flag. Scratching your three-day beard, you wonder where in the middle of Manhattan your boots always get so dusty. Never mind, you need another beer. Your colleagues keep their distance from you. They never understood why you, the hick, got the internship. Hey, you didn't want the job and you didn't want to go to New York. You just don't belong here. So you leave the would-be masters of the universe alone and go to the river. That's where you feel most comfortable in this jungle. You snot your chewing tobacco into the river and go back to your guesthouse. The sooner you are in bed, the better.

Before you start your job at da bank, you have to help your yo pops feed da animals. Your ma haz already prepared uh gud breakfast for you. But now da corduroy jacket over your lumberjack shirt n off to da office. Some of your neighbors need uh loan for new farm machinery. You're glad you let your grandma convince you to go to college. But you're even happier that you came home afterwards. Running da local branch of da bank is all you can ask for. Here, folks don't care if your hair is uh little longer in da back. Old steve haz been cutting your hair all his life, so as long as he lives, let him keep doing it.

Yawl know chur paypul. Few know thet naw wun iz comin' tuhday, yawl can gist close thuh store. An hif sumpn happens, everyone has chur number or at least chur dad's number. Thay can gist cawya. Yawl don't feel lahk it anymore after yawl negotiated thuh loan. Yawl celebrate thuh closin' now with uh beer on thuh boat. Let's say hif thuh fish bite. 

[demonslayedher]

This is a bit of a throw-away idea, but I can't chase it away. But I also cannot produce my vision. This vision fits no where. Anyway. The vision is goth Butterfly Girls.

Was doodling and I wound up doodling Kanao in an article of clothing I had envisioned her before when I rediscovered some old photos with a particular article of clothing I used to own (and which I must had given to my sisters at some point because I rediscovered it while visiting home and I was like, 'yeah, I still love this').

It's a short sleeve black hoodie with a subtle butterfly pattern and lots of nice details like lace all over the inside of the hood and on the outside of the pockets. Yes, it even had pockets!! It was such a good, good thrift store find. A nice elegant touch of goth, but totally casual! I loved it, and Kanao would look adorable in it. But what goths would the others be? Well, if Shinobu as we know her in the majority of canon, yes, she'd pull off a fancier lolita quite nicely, but nooooo, not in this AU-which-isn't-even-a-proper-AU. If it's openly angry Shinobu who has an older sister who already dresses like an elegant goth anyway, Shinobu's going to accessorize and wear pants with so many chains that she jingles. (Did I base her outfit completely on a friend's signature look? Yes, absolutely. Also, that is the friend responsible for my having gotten into KnY. She has good taste. I also rediscovered a photo from a time she dressed me up in her usual clothes and had me pose in her posture. It was very, very odd for both of us.) She wears boots with very, very thick soles. She had hide a lot of knives in those. But did Shinobu go through a more hardcore phase with daily black lipstick and very very heavy eye makeup? Yes. Kanae teased her a little and after that Shinobu made it worse for a while, but she later toned it back down to a look that's easier to do everyday. Shinobu is no poser, she is committed. She also listens to goth music like an angry teen should. Kanae is the one who started all this. She just pulls it off with grace and looks like she's not trying very hard. Her style is long and flowy. She does tea party fashion get-togethers and stuff.

The first time Aoi tried it, it was because Kanae lent her an outfit and took her along. She liked how people appreciated the desserts she made, and she started getting creative ideas for what sorts of accessories she could make. Next thing you know, Aoi is someone who works very, very hard on each outfit and is very committed to an ideal loli-goth shape. She gets a little stressed out if the petticoats aren't working the way she envisioned. Despite all this effort, she gets embarrassed and doesn't talk much when she's dolled up. It's hard for her to walk in the shoes.

And the little girls? Yes, they want in on this too. Kanae would rather they be more mature before committing to a fashion scene, so they keep things simple with black dresses and tights.

So you got three little Wednesday Addams, and all the boys at the hospital are kind of freaked out by them. Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo change nothing about their tastes and personalities, yet they have mastered goth. No, I will not elaborate anymore than this. No, I will never have the patience to draw the sorts of elegant goth looks I love. No, you don't get to be as cool as I was in that lacy black hoodie. (I don't either, because I don't have it anymore.)

[kaija-rayne-author]

Wow. So much dislike about elves generally preferring to be barefoot in the Dragon Age world.

Y'all.

Why elves not wearing shoes in Dragon Age is completely logical.

Okay, so it’s not a huge secret that I grew up poor. We're talking hardscrabble poor. The kind of poor most people don't think even exists in the western world anymore (I guarantee it does).

To someone with very little ability to buy things, shoes just aren't the priority everyone seems to think they are. City elves are poor in most depictions.

The Dalish would likely feel they'd rather use the materials for something else. They may not be as poor as city elves, but they likely wouldn't be wasteful either. Depending on where they wintered, they might not even use them then. I go out barefoot in light snow and frost, you do actually get used to it.

Fenris is a former slave with lyrium tattoos on his feet. The tattoos cause him pain when touched. Of course he doesn't wear shoes.

I never had shoes in the spring/summer/fall. They just did not exist in my understanding of the world. There was no need to buy and ruin a pair of shoes when feet toughen up just fine.

I grew up in the Adirondack Mountains, by the way. There are a lot of bloody rocks there. You can't dig very far down before you hit bedrock up there.

We had horses and dogs too, (yes, I'm aware of the crappy juxtaposition of parents who pay for horses but not shoes) so it's not like we're talking a pristine woodland.

I'd get a pair of sneakers/runners before school started (usually second hand) and a pair of boots in the winter. I remember having to wear bread bags around my feet inside my boots to keep them dry and whole. Less likely to get frostbite that way.

I distinctly remember my first brand new pair of shoes. I remember my second and third pairs too.

Even now, when I have far too many shoes, more than I could ever need, (I've got a thing for boots, my kids tell me my collection is 'extra'. They're right 🤣) I still prefer to go barefoot. From around April to November, I just don't wear shoes unless I have to. Like, to go into a store or public area; I'll reluctantly wear proper footwear to hike in (and even then they usually wind up over my shoulder instead of where they belong) shoes just aren't the absolute necessity so many folks act like.

I'm aware of what Gaider said about it, that he blamed (unfairly) the art team. It's the director's job to approve things like that, so, uh, bad form.

Still.

It is very possible to have a strong preference for no shoes. You don't really miss what you never had. And to me, it feels like y'all wearing shoes all the time is weird and likely unhealthy. In fact, it kinda is.

"Walking barefoot helps to improve circulation which increases the nourishment of nerves, muscles, and bone of the foot and helps minimize swelling of the lower extremities. Walking barefoot may also help improve the strength and flexibility of the muscles and ligaments of the foot which improves the function of the foot, reducing injuries of the foot, and improving posture and balance of the body."

At most, for just every day, I'll wear a pair of flops if I think the terrain is dangerous enough to warrant it. That's very rarely. I do have a habit of watching where I step though.

In spring, I go out on the tarmacadam to intentionally toughen my feet up. And no, my feet aren't calloused monstrosities.

It's just kinda mind-blowing to me how essential so many people seem to feel shoes are. They just aren't.

To me, it makes perfect sense that the elves, a historically repressed and abused people (sort of like a lot of my ancestors) don't feel they're necessary.

In a medivalish world like Dragon Age, where blights or false gods or wars keep tearing civilization to pieces, shoes would be ridiculously expensive. I mean, soldiers didn't take boots because they thought they were cool. They did it for resale value.

And cobblering is incredibly skilled labour. I was lucky enough to find someone who still knew how to keep my favourite boots alive longer. That guy could make those boots look almost brand new.

But in that world, poor elves would absolutely not be likely to wear shoes.

Shoes feel incredibly confining to someone who didn't grow up wearing them. I utterly loathe the way shoes feel.

I've also been a dancer and martial artist for a large portion of my life. Two groups of people you'll frequently find barefoot.

The way you walk in shoes is completely different from how you walk barefoot.

It's also an incredibly privileged viewpoint to utterly insist shoes are necessary and that elves in a video game should absolutely have to have them.

The only thing I'm annoyed about is that the armours often include boots, which my elves just wouldn't wear. I should have a barefoot option.

It may not be strictly cannon, for the whys behind barefoot elves, but it makes complete sense.

The only elf I'll say it doesn't make sense for is Solas. Why he doesn't wear shoes could just be a big commitment to his cover of elven apostate hobo.

Or perhaps his culture didn't think shoes necessary any more than I do. That would also explain why elves could have a preference for no shoes, it could be a holdover tradition because they all descend from the Elvhen.

It's true that you develop a sense for the earth, or trees, or whatever you're walking on if you don't wear shoes. I spent a lot of time with a book in trees, because few people would climb as high as me so I was safe there. It could easily be that elves wouldn't want to lose that sense, too.

You can learn a lot about an area by what the surface feels like under your feet. If you're a hunter, it's sometimes easier to track if you know your quarry prefers a certain type of terrain. You don't need to look down if you can feel the ground.

In fact, despite what people may think, my feet are incredibly sensitive. Tough, yes, but still very 'feely'.

Point made, I'll stop blathering now 😅.

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[transmurderbug]

🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday!🍂

Thank you for the tags Evie @energievie, Kat @mybrainismelted, Kaka @stocious, Karen @palepinkgoat, Julia @juliakayyy Deena @suzy-queued, Meg @softmick and Jess @jrooc! So many of you! 💙

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name: Sky

age: *Nosho math*

star sign: Pisces ♓️

your first language: Hungarian

second language: English

favourite lip product: I don't have one. I never use any.

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: Hmm, maybe lasagne?

If you drink tea, what kind? I rarely drink tea, but when I do it's mint.

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? Any decaf. No caffein for me.

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I can't remember the last tine I went on YouTube with a purpose, but I enjoy movie content in most forms.

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: Oh WOW. Mostly the same I would now. Anything to do with movies, nature, music or video games.

favourite item of clothing right now: What I do wear: my leather jacket. What I don't wear: My green steel toe boots. I can't walk in them anymore, but I still have them 💚

favourite item of clothing in 2012: As if there's a possibility of me remembering that.

fandom

three movies you recommend: Hair, HTTYD (but all), The Pianist

your favourite concert: I honestly can't choose one.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? I don't think so. For behavior, maybe. Also "hot takes" that are just sugarcoated bullshit (objectively).

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? Hmm, nope.

the best tv show you watched last year: (Apart from the obvious) I quite enjoyed This is going to hurt.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? I can't think of any, really.

a ship you’ve abandoned: I don't think I have.

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? No. Just... no.

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) Not YET.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? I have no idea.

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Hmm, not ruined, but I hate it when a show gets canceled without a chance of finishing the story properly. So any that had that happen to it.

have you…

swam in an ocean? No, just seas.

ever been vegan/vegetarian? No. I couldn't be anyway.

gone skinny dipping? Nope.

gone skiing? No, and probably never will. Maybe in another universe!

been to a convention? No.

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I can't believe I'm on time with this! 😎

Tagging some cool people to participate if you want. if not, here: 🥨 I have a pretzel for you today.

@ian-galagher @creepkinginc, @transmickey @deathclassic @spacerockwriting, @ms-moonlight-inn, @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos, @dynamic-power @krysmiss @look-i-love-u @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @heymrspatel @michellemisfit @sweetbee78 @grumble-fish @metalheadmickey @rayrayor @crossmydna @thisdivorce @callivich @gardenerian @lupeloto @francesrose3

And anybody else I might have forgotten! If you see this, you are tagged.

[wrenreid]

Just Acting

i thought this gif was funny💀

Chapter Nineteen

You've been back home for a couple days now. It's been nice to be able to relax and be away from the LA noise. Sure, Philly's pretty big, but it's different from the angel city's chaos. And of course you love filming the show, but it feels good to have a break.

Basically all you've done since you got to PA is watch movies with your family, try to cook with your mom, text with Jess, and sleep.

You miss your little routine of talking to Jess almost every morning while you get your coffee, but being home with the cold weather and your family and the fireplace in the living room is comforting. LA weather in the winter is strange; it's either chilly or still hot. It wouldn't feel much like Christmas if you were still there.

Your phone rings as you get ready to go shopping with your sister. "Hello-"

"Just friends huh?" A deep voice says in your ear.

"What?"

"Just friends. That's what you think we are?" Matthew asks and you can practically see his obnoxiously attractive head tilt.

"You watched the interview,” you say, pointing out the obvious.

"Yeah."

"What was I supposed to say, Matthew? That we're friends with benefits or some shit? Look, it was cool while it lasted, but I can't do this anymore. I'd rather have a real relationship with someone who actually cares for me than whatever the hell we're doing here."

"Y/n-"

"Be mad at me all you want, but we're not twenty. This was doomed from the start anyway." You hang up, setting your phone on the bed not so gently. You sigh audibly, dropping your body to the bed too.

"Y/n, hurry up!" Lola says from the bathroom in between both of your bedrooms.

You get up reluctantly and finish putting on your sweater. You're wearing an off-white sweater that's perfect for the cold weather, black jeans, and cute boots. You leave your hair down and natural and put on a smallish amount of makeup.

After you're done getting ready, you meet Lola downstairs and grab your mom's car keys. "I'm driving, I don't trust you downtown."

"Rude. I've been driving for 2 years."

"Yeah um compared to my 18, I think I'm good driving.”

The two of you go to the mall downtown to get Christmas gifts. You both get gifts for your parents and other people. You decide to get everyone on the cast small presents and you plan to make cookies for the crew members when you get back to Los Angeles. Lola and you split up to shop for each other.

You're not entirely sure what you get your sister since you haven't been around much lately to know what she's into.

You go to a few places before finally finding something she may like. You got her a new pair of airpods and a digital picture frame for her college dorm. When you get home, you plan to put pictures of you and Lola, her and her friends, and your family in there. It'll be good for her to not have to bring frames to college. Hopefully Lola will appreciate it.

You don't plan on telling her about what just happened on the phone with Matthew. You're not even completely sure what happened. Why was he upset that you said you guys were just friends? Sure you slept together a few times, but you weren't like a couple. Not at all. He's a childish, mood-changing actor who just wanted you for sex. Maybe that's all that you wanted him for too. It's over now, so it doesn’t matter.

Whatever type of stupid childish thing the two of you had going is gone. You're not getting any younger, and maybe you aren't ready to settle down, but you sure as hell aren't going to continue a friends with benefits relationship, and with your coworker at that. It was a childish decision that neither of you should've made.

Why does it feel like I lost a friend?

Could you really consider him a friend? You guys fought and butted heads all the time. But recently, you’ve had a strange understanding with him.

You shake the thoughts of Matthew out of your head and get back into the car with your sister and the things you bought.

At home, you both hide the presents in your rooms and head downstairs to watch another Christmas movie with your parents. Your mom is forcing you guys to watch a Hallmark movie. You've never liked the corny unrealisticness of every single Hallmark movie. Especially the Christmas ones.

You sit through it though for your mom's sake. Lola pops some popcorn and you share a bowl while curled up on the couch with a blanket.

A part of you wishes you could stay home forever. See your sister every day and be with your parents. But Lola's going off to college this fall and your dad won't stay quiet about his opinions for long. And you're working on the biggest and best project you've ever done and may ever do in your life.

When the movie's over, you head up to your room and lay in bed. You stay awake for a bit, staring at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom.

You wake up to the sound of distant talking coming from downstairs. You get up and head down to the kitchen. The smell of syrup and bacon hits your nose, causing your stomach to growl a bit. You see your dad putting cooked bacon on plates that are already full with pancakes and eggs. Your mom is at the other counter, pouring a mug of coffee.

"Merry Christmas... Eve."

You smile at your mother, and Dad hands you two plates of food to set at yours and Lola's spots at the dining table. Lola comes down soon after and pours herself a cup of coffee, still half asleep.

It was always a tradition for you guys to eat breakfast together on Christmas and Christmas Eve. Normally, you and Dad would cook it and your mom would decorate cookies with Lola to hand to neighbors and friends. But traditions change as time passes.

You sit down with your iced coffee and take a bite of your breakfast. You've always been more of a waffle person, but pancakes are good too. Your family doesn't talk much at breakfast since you literally just saw each other before you went to sleep.

It's Christmas Eve which means the agenda for today consists of hanging the last two ornaments on the tree (you and Lola get new ornaments every year from your parents) and preparing for tomorrow. You'll also be watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas (a tradition you started at the ripe age of 12) and going downtown to see the decorations.

After eating, your mom hands you and Lola little bags. "Okay go ahead and open them."

Your ornament is a miniature clapperboard. You smile. “Awh I love it! Thank you."

Lola's is the mascot of the university she is going to next year. Both of you hang them up, and then you all lounge around the house for a while.

Lola and your dad go grocery shopping so Mom can cook Christmas Dinner tomorrow. You always have a honey roasted ham, potatoes, vegetables, and some type of dessert.

"Merry Christmas guys!!" AJ texts on the cast group chat. A chain of Merry Christmases come from everyone.

When Lola gets back home, you and her hang out in her bedroom. She talked about this girl she met a few weeks ago and how she has a crush on her but is scared to make a move. Oh teenage problems. You sort of missed those.

"You've always been so bold, it's weird to see you unsure of yourself," you say.

"It's just that... well my gaydar definitely goes off with her, but what if I'm wrong?"

"Just talk to her. The worst that can happen is you lose a friend, and if that does, she wasn't worth it anyway,” you tell her honestly.

She nods. "You're right. When I see her next, I'll tell her how I feel."

A part of you always knew your sister wasn't straight, but you wanted to let her come out on her own terms. She told you she was bi before she told anyone else, five months before she even told your parents. Both of you weren't sure how they would take it, but their reaction wasn't bad. They know she's the same kid she's always been, and she's their daughter so they need to support her. It took a bit for them to accept it fully, but they came around.

You were happy that your baby sister got to be herself around your family, at least the three of you.

"So how's your love life? Still dry as hell?"

"Damn that hurt. Well other than what I told you, pretty much... accept that one guy I dated for like a month if that. He was just so... I don't know."

"Boring?"

"Yeah pretty much,” you nod.

“What about Matthew?”

You swallow. “I’m not getting into details of sex, because ew, and that’s all it was.”

As soon as the sun started to set, you all got ready to go downtown. You throw on a pair of black leggings, boots, and an oversized hoodie to beat the cold.

The decorations downtown were always super extra and pretty. Christmas lights were displayed in different designs and on different buildings throughout the area. You guys also always loved to see the rich peoples' decorations in their front yards. It's crazy what people spend their money on, but it makes for a good sight.

"Y/n?" You turn around to see your old friend from high school.

"Conner! Hey!" You give him a small hug.

"Wow, it's been years. How are you?"

"Doing pretty good. How about yourself, what have you been up to?” You ask.

"Me too. I just moved back here last summer to run Dad's business,” he says.

"Oh really? That's cool."

"Yeah. I heard you're a big LA star now, huh?" He bumped your shoulder.

You chuckle, blushing. “Something like that. Man, it’s been so long.”

"Yeah it has,” he nods. “Hey, do you want to catch up later, if you get the chance before you leave?"

"Yeah I'd like that," you smile. He gives you his new number and says goodbye. You catch up with your family again.

"Ooh new love interest alert," Lola said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh shut up, we're just old friends catching up."

"Sure, sure."

At around 8:40pm, you and your family head home to get into your pajamas and watch the annual movie. You eat dinner on the couch while Dad pulls up How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Jim Carey’s version of course, on Netflix. This movie was one of your favorites as a kid and you still love it to this day.

You curl up with your sister on the couch, occasionally fighting over who gets more of the blanket.

chapter twenty

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[wildissylupus]

OP, is it okay to ask for some analysis of OV archive skins? Literally any skin at all. Which hero skin do you like the most from their history? Any theories about how it turns into or effects them now? I'm also sad that you can't get some anymore, I know it's limited, but I really hope they bring some back.

Ok because of this I wanted to try giving an analysis on all the achieve skins but...there are way too many and some of them aren't even lore related so I'm just gonna look at some of my favorites.

Blackwatch Cassidy

I think everyone expected this but Blackwatch Cassidy is one of my favorite Overwatch skins.

Specifically because of all the little details in this skin. Something to take note of is that out of all the Blackwatch skins, Cassidy's has the most unique to him design. All the others seem to just be wearing uniforms meanwhile Cassidy has little personalized items on him. One of those items being a Deadlock belt buckle, to add to that this is the only skin where we can see his deadlock tattoo. Also I want to point out that timeline wise this is when he started wearing high healed boots. This also seems to be when Cassidy started wearing sarapes too. Honestly you can see so much of Cassidy's past and personality in this skin!!

Talon Widowmaker

Pre experiments Talon Widow is such an interesting concept to me and the fact that you can still see a bit of her personality showing through in this skin is so fascinating. It's a canon fact that Amelie came from a conservative family, it's also hinted that Amelie didn't get along with her family, so her wearing a revealing outfit is very much part of her and probably a bit of a "fuck you" to her family. Also the fact that her hair is bright blue when we see her pre talon having black hair implies that she dyed it either right before or after she joined Talon permanently. It also should be noted that her hair is much shorter than it is now implies that she stopped getting it cut, which is bad for a sniper considering that fact that her hair would get in the way. Not only that but her hair is currently in one big braid, as someone who only does that when I'm not planning on taking care of my hair for awhile I read that as her avoiding addressing it, putting her hair in the most convenient hair style so she won't have to address it until it's mandatory.

Aviator Pharah

I freaking love this skin. The little details of the knee-guards on her jeans is so nice, also her belt buckle being the aviator symbol is so cool (taking after her brother with the belt buckles being a important part of their design). Also the fact that it's cannon that the rocket pack she has on her back just fits into a backpack she wears in her casual outfit, cause yeah this is her casual outfit. Also I can't help but notice that this skin has a very similar vibe to Cassidy's Deadlock skin (she takes after Cole so much and no one talks about it).

That's all I'm going to talk about for now but if anyone wants me to analyze a specific skin I'll be happy to do so!

[captaindamianos]

Prompt list

don't mind me, just making a reference for easy access, but putting it under a cut.

if you still have something you want me to add to the list, feel free to answer below or send me an ask!! it can also be just a word, for example this is the list from last year.

putting a stop here for now, not actively encouraging it anymore, but please feel free to reach out still if you think it might inspire me. lamen is always your safest bet lol

current list (mainly directly copied haha)

baby damini and theomedes (or egeria!)

I would love to see the part in ch 19 of PG where Laurent puts his boot up on damen for damen to remove 🥰

bby damen and nik running barefoot thru the halls of ios

more nikandros (seconded)

some smoochy/cuddly lamen? like either of them kissing the other on the cheek 🥹

nicaise 🥺

lamen cuddles

mermaid Damen ( or mermaid Laurent )

Baby Damini and Baby Laurent 🥹💛

they probably don't get a lot of snow in Akielos if any. Laurent taking full advantage to completely bury Damen during his first veretian winter? Or laurent having fun and Damen adoring him in general tbh I just!!!

Auguste for august?

how about Laurent as a stage magician and Damen as his lovely assistant and/or the person he's about to saw in half (as an illusion. AS AN ILLUSION RIGHT LAURENT????)

Also we've alll seen art of Laurent crossdressing as Jokaste please let Jokaste wear Laurent's clothes next

King Laurent from canon traveling back in time for some strange reason and meets baby Damen. Can you imagine Laurent meeting his husband as a baby? His coolness melts when he's with Damen, I can't imagine how it would be when he meets him as a baby :,)

I would love some Damen/Nik friendship with bonus jealous Laurent 😋 Or maybe Damen dressed up as a pet ( with the rubies and all that gold paint ) 🥰

+ 6 asks that I don't want to spoil hehe

[charmixpower]

Ok so now that I've officially seen all the explorer outfits, I have to say, I fucking love them!!!!

God fucking!!! Look at these

They're beautiful!!! I'm utterly obessed!!

(not sure which comic these are from sorry)

They are beauty, they are grace, they'll magic blast you in the face

I will now be ranking them in ascending order for funzies:

6) Musa

Her bangs look awkward, the breast pocket and zipper look odd, what is that thing on her arm, and if you look at her legs you'll notice her suit goes down to her feet and she's wearing heels over it

But absolutely god bless the return of the pigtails. Amen, everything I've ever wanted

It's still really really cute, just the least cute to me

5) Bloom

High ponytail Bloom will always been inferior to braids Bloom in my heart and soul but this is super super cute!! It looks more....fashionable and....Stella-y than I think og Bloom would wear, especially with the gloves, hair, and thigh highs, which is throwing me off, but it's still gorgeous

Good for her, good for her

4) Flora

OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE HAS PIGTAILS!!!! SHE AND MUSA ARE TWINSIES RN!!!! SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTE!!!

And has the same shoe problem as Musa, but I'm completely and utterly obessed with Flora in a jumper sooooo

The thigh highs are really cute too, if your ignore the shoes, but baby, why do they keep doing that to y'alls bangs?? That much swoosh is unnecessary

3) Aisha

Aisha about has the worst case of swoopy bangs out of them all

They intentionally go down to cover the middle of her forehead, it's driving me crazy

I know this is probably just a me thing, I can't stand hair touching my face and I wear headbands 24/7, but just seeing her hair makes me wanna fix it for her so it isn't touching her forehead anymore

Aside from that this outfit is perfect

Look at her cowboy boots, look at her jumpsuit

She's going on a fucking adventure, god I love her

2) Tecna

AHHHHHHH!!! HOT TECH GIRL SHIT TIME BAYBEE!!!

Everything about this, I love everything about this

The fact that she's wearing a jacket and shorts over her jumper, in true stylish weird girl fashion. Her swoosh gets a pass from me bc it looks really cool. Her boots look the most practical are actually high boots, and she's covered in belts!!!!

Fucking PEEK Tecna right here

1) Stella

OH MY GOD OHHHH MY GOD!!!

This is better than I ever would of expected

This is gorgeous

This is a home run, a slam dunk, a touchdown, other sports phases

Absolute fuckin banger of an outfit

This and dreamix understand the untapped potential that is Stella in red. Her and green or red just 🥰 so amazing

Her boots are actually connected to her jumper, which is super pretty and fashion and surprisingly practical for her. She's covered in little fashion belts, she has a little harness (!!!!!!), and reinforcements on her outfit. Her earrings match, which I don't think was a priority but it's amazing anyways, and most of all she's wearing a shirt underneath the protective material, likely for fashion reasons because it really does tie the whole look together

Not a single aspect of this outfit is slipping, and I love it so much

[ifidiedinadream]

Since you take Samy requests 💜

*gently places this in your ask box*

What if Samy's partner is a little taller than him, and so were all of their ex lovers, and although Samy knows reader loves him nevertheless, he can't help but feel insecure about it. When he finally opens up, his partner would not only reassure him but also take him shopping to buy a pair of platform boots for him to wear, so they are both the same height, at least.

hi hello!! hope you like this 🖤

also on ao3

You and Samy are out on a simple date, just strolling around and talking. 

You're walking arm in arm to keep each other warm. You don't mind the cold, you love how it's an excuse for your sides to touch and his cologne smells amazing, so distinctly like him. It would be perfect, perfect, if it wasn't for the way Samy's gaze darkens from time to time. 

You can't help but notice. 

The mood of your chat is cheerful but sometimes he misses a beat, not answering right away, taking a while to understand your joke and laugh at it. It would be almost imperceptible if you didn't know him by now - if you didn't know it's when something bothers him that he acts like this.   

You catch him looking at himself briefly in the shop window you're passing by, lowering his eyes immediately after, suppressing a sigh it seems. He doesn't react to your joke. It's time to do something. 

You point to a store on the other side of the street. "Let's go to that coffee shop over there. I'm hungry. And cold." 

Samy doesn't protest. You sit at a table inside, and the shop has a cozy atmosphere that warms you up from the inside. Samy is back at smiling and being in a lighthearted mood, but you can't help but feel that it's a bit forced. 

"What's wrong, baby?" you ask, taking his hand in yours on the table. 

"Nothing's wrong," Samy says, furrowing his eyebrows. "I love being here with you." 

Your thumb caresses the back of his hand. "You look pensive." 

"No, it's just - " He shakes his head, pressing his lips together. You can tell he's pondering whether he should tell you what's on his mind or play it cool. "It's stupid, don't worry about it." 

"It can't be stupid if it's bothering you." 

Samy looks away. The waiter comes with your fuming cups and he takes advantage of this moment to collect his thoughts. 

"Trust me, it is. It's just me being insecure is all." 

"Insecure? Why would you be? You're the coolest, hottest looking person in this damn coffee shop." 

His silver tooth catches the dim light of the cozy room for the brief moment Samy smiles. He keeps playing with his coffee, turning the teaspoon in his cup and observing the twirls that appear on top. 

"Promise me you won't laugh?" 

"You know I would never laugh at you." 

"But it's so damn stupid I couldn't even blame you if you did." 

You throw him a look. One that says that he should just stop with this bullshit already. 

"Alright, alright." Samy raises his hands. "It's... it's that you're taller than me. My ex was taller than me. My ex before that was taller than me. I'm always the short one. And I know you don't care, I know you love me anyway, but I can't help but feel... what's the word for it? Emasculated." 

"Emasculated?" 

"I would like to feel manly for once: tall, strong, big. But..." He wraps the fingers of his right hand around his left wrist to prove his point. "My bones are tiny." 

"But babe. You sing in a metal band. You're covered in tattoos. I assure you you look pretty tough." 

He sighs. "I know," he says, his attention back on the cup, which isn't fuming as much anymore. "Just a few more centimeters wouldn't hurt is all I'm saying." 

He finally takes a sip of his coffee. You look at him fondly and then an idea takes shape in your head. 

"You have the centimeters in all the right places if you ask me." 

Samy almost chokes on his coffee, but his laugh is genuine and you love the sound of it. 

"Let's finish our coffees," you say then, "and then we'll see if we can do something about it." 

"About me being short? How?" 

"I just think our date doesn't have to be over yet is all. Can you take some more walking?" 

"Of course." 

"Then trust me." 

*** 

"Where are we going?" Samy asks when you drag him out of the coffee shop and down the street, yanking him by the wrist as he's still in the process of putting his beanie back on. 

"To the thrift store." 

"Why?" 

You stop in your tracks and look at him. "Thought you liked thrifting?" 

"I do, I just - " 

"It's time for new shoes." 

You resume walking right away but don't miss how Samy's face softens after a moment of brief confusion. He intertwines his hand in yours and you feel no urge to be in a hurry anymore. 

Samy took you to this specific thrift store on one of your first dates, saying it's one of his favorites in town. His eyes start glowing as soon as you enter, and a leather jacket immediately catches his attention, but you're quick to guide him to the shoes aisle, telling him the jacket can wait. 

"What about... those?" 

You point to a pair of Demonia (or Demonia-like) platform boots, shiny black, with huge buckles on the sides. They fit Samy's style perfectly and he rushes to grab them from the shelf, searching for the size tag. 

"These are perfect." Samy turns one of the shoes over in his hand, inspecting carefully. "They look like they've hardly been worn." 

"How tall are they?" 

"Looks like five, six centimeters?" 

"Try them on." 

Samy sits down on a nearby stool, takes off his shoes and proceeds to put the platform boots on. He moves his ankles, assessing their wearability, then stands up, taking a few steps. 

"Comfortable," he remarks. 

You take his hand and guide him to the full length mirror by the band shirt stack. In the reflection you're standing close together, and Samy is about the same height as you, if not a bit taller. He's smiling and you kiss his cheek. 

"You look great in them." 

"Thank you," Samy says, and you're under the impression it isn't about the compliment. "I love you." 

You tilt his head towards you with a gentle finger and kiss his lips. "I love you too. Now let's find that jacket again and check out."

[lorz-ix]

Fitness Boxing: Fist of the North Star (2023)

I haven't played any previous Fitness Boxing games, I obviously fell for this one due to the IP they slapped on to it. Given that they've made a couple of games already, and scored some significant tie-ins from popular brands, I expected a base level of quality and polish that this simply does not have.

The voice acting is actually laughable, and you don't get any options like switching english voices for japanese ones, though to be fair it's still better to keep them as is in order to better understand instructions without having to constantly read the words on the screen.

The model/animation work is similarly atrocious. In a vacuum, most of the character models are serviceable, but they're stuck with motion capture with very little polish, so you get some pretty bad postures from the male characters with bigger proportions, and you get some other outrageous stuff like female characters working out in heels. It's hard to follow examples of exercises when you can clearly tell the "instructors" are doing moves inadequately.

Some lesser flaws are the alternate costumes. Each character basically has one alternate outfit with color/pattern variations, ranging from funny to underwhelming to sometimes kinda sad, not in a good way. The women get some wrestling-inspired fits, which are unserious, but a necessity since at least they're wearing flat boots. They tend to be the better instructors since their proportions fit the default animations the best.

Older Fitness Boxing games had a good amount of licensed music, both a blessing since it's attractive, and a curse since I believe you can't even buy the first one anymore due to said licenses expiring. This one, however, has mostly bland original music, and one or two instrumental songs from the anime. Another massive disappointment in my opinion.

The overall gameplay, the workout aspect and such, is serviceable at best. The exercises are decently laid out and they serve to work out a sweat, I could notice physical improvements after a few weeks of playing and maybe that's all you need. No matter how much everything else sucks, if it serves the exercising purpose, then it's doing the main thing right. But there's also a lot of issues. They do a very bad job at teaching you proper posture, how to throw a punch, how to dodge, other than just having a model on screen and saying "copy this". If you get something wrong, forget about being corrected. Shaking the controller in any way will count as a proper punch. And on top of that, the tracking on more nuanced defensive maneuvers, like dodging and stepping, is simply the worst. They incentivize exaggerating your movements since they sometimes won't register what you do at all. You should put effort yourself into correcting what you are doing wrong and disregard what the game tells you at times.

If this, or the original games, or even the Miku one seems cool, you can squeeze something good out of it. Boxing isn't half bad as a workout. But if you wanna move your body with the help of your nintendo switch, Ring Fit is likely the universally best option.

[yesyourstalker]

Taka:......................................................................

Neta:....................................*sigh*.............................

Taka:.............. So... uhhhh..... is that a new suit?..... It's really nice.......

Neta: I bought it today at the mall after you texted me last night................................

Taka:Soft color pallets........didn't know you like that

Neta: can't wear black all the time......

Taka..... Is that blue or purplish?...... .......

Neta: It's periwinkle

Taka: oh ok......... It's different. You have right to experiment..... Your tattoos are back though....... that's good........it was kind of strange seeing you without them what did you do to make him disappear like that?

Neta: took some of my daughter's makeup..........

Taka: Right right. I forgot you had you had a .............kid

Neta: is that okay? Is it something wrong with that?

Taka: NO! um yes!..... Yes.... it's...... I'm - I have no problem with you having a kid. Maybe I can meet her sometime......

Neta: I don't think we're at that stage-

Taka: Right! right! You're right you're so right. I'm sorry, boundaries........*sigh*...................

Neta:...........................................................

Taka:....... I think one of your piercings fell out

Neta: No I took it out. I just want the one I Just thought having more than one was a little too much

Teka: yeah, that's fine................................ Can I ask?......... Why are you changing? How you look? You look great before and you look great now I'm not saying that you don't look good it just it's a rastic change...

Neta: I don't know. I didn't really think about it until I had that bank meeting and I had to cut my tentacles. I was so scared of looking in the mirror thinking I wouldn't recognize myself. Believing that I would be looking at a stranger in the mirror......... fearing that I've lost my identity... but that didn't happen...............I saw myself. I really liked how I looked....... It wasn't crazy or over the top. It was just a simple cut.......... But it was still me........ It was still Neta not just a number....................... Since I was 14 I had to look uniform like everyone else in my Splatoon. black top, black pants, boots and red hair. Nothing stuck out...... We all have to look the same... To intimidate our enemies and let them know that we fight as one......... If one of us dies, another one will take its place......... and when one of us did die we wouldn't know who it was until we got home......... That's what they really wanted.

and when I finally got out I guess I just went nuts. I dyed my tentacles, shaved them, cut them, grew them out. I started to get piercings and tattoos. I wanted to look different and stand out as much as I could......... And I wanted to prove to myself that I was an individual and that I wasn't this pawn, this object to be controlled ................. I guess I don't need to prove that to myself anymore....... I know who I am............. I guess I'm healing. I don't know........ Wearing platform boots and a denim vest gets hot in the summer..........

Taka:....................................... Ok............cool........

Neta: .............*sigh*......... taka...... I think we-

Taka: I think we should see other people!........... It's just......... You're a lot........... and...... you're kind of a chore to be with sometimes..... .. I should have listened when you yelled at me at the store......... I thought being with someone that looks like You would be fun.....but it's not. You're moody, you're irritable, you rarely want to do anything. You're quick to anger. You're just a bummer to be around. Like you just.........*sigh*..... when you said daddy issues I thought that meant you were a touch starved or something. I didn't expect it to be you crying in bed because your dad didn't call you like he promised. Then you say shit like what you just said! I don't know how to respond to that! I didn't expect all of......... this. It's too much and it's not worth it. You're not worth it. Oh shit that was mean...........I'm sorry Neta..... I have to go.

Neta:.............................................................. Hey ikkan. Do you think you can book a last minute flight here to have dinner with me?.......... Yeah................ He kind of hurt my feelings..... but I'll get over it.... ok....... am I a burden?.......... No he said I was a chore but that's just another word for burden.................................... thanks babe.....I love you too......I'm at la homard at table six.. bye

............*sigh* I'm okay. Everything's okay. I didn't love him... and the sex was mediocre.......I'll have a quick and quiet cry at the table and I'll be fine...........Excuse me waiter! I'd like to have my check separate. Yes and that gentleman over there coming out of the men's room is planning on dining and dashing..... Oh! Do you think you can get me more of the shrimp dip and ..... small plate of the artichoke spinach squid puffs please.. take your time with it. There's no rush....... for dessert I'd like chocolate lava cake and a carrot cake to go please yes that'll be on my check. Thank you.

Next day

Mahi: you didn't say anything. You didn't tell him off. You just let him say that and walk away!!!!???

Neta: yeah.... I guess it was a little bit in shock I mean I shouldn't have been....... I knew he was just dating me for my body and my appearance, but you know I didn't expect him to actually say all that...... He was such an asshole..... the minute I showed any sort of vulnerability. He always shut down and treated my problems as an inconvenience to him......... I slept over at his place one time. I had a very vivid night terror..... the kind where you wake up in a cold sweat you don't know where you are........ I was just shaking and hyperventilating and shit ........... And I'm trying to calm down and he just........ uh.. I knew he wasn't asleep!....... he makes this terrible noise when he sleeps cuz he sleeps with his mouth open. It's fucking gross! He stopped suddenly. He just laid there and....... did nothing to help me......... a moment when he could have actually shown that he "loved" me he pretended to be unaware of it................. Then he acted like it never happened the next day................... fuck...................................*sigh* good riddance

Mahi: Neta....... That...... that's .... That's fucking terrible... I know you're going to say no but I'm going to ask anyway

Neta: you don't need to kick his ass....

Mahi:oh come on why not!?

Neta: I'll tell you when we close

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[skylarstark4826]

It was Kendra's idea to land in a secluded island until Gideon fixed all the damages inflicted to the Waverider from the bounty hunter that was after them.

While Rip and Ray decided to stay aboard the ship to help with the repairs; all the other legends where forced to go outside and enjoy some down time.

Kendra and Jax quite enjoyed the sea, and Mick layed in the hot sand savoring all the heat from the burning noon sun. As for Stein, he was buried in a book under an umbrella and covered in sunscreen.

But two Legends weren't that excited for the team's day at the beach. Sara sat in a high cliff with her eyes closed and hands supporting the rest of her body against the rough surface. Leonard started walking up the cliff and settled a few meters next to her.

Sara took a deep breath and opened her eyes, turning her head and looking at the man next to her. He had sat with his knees up to his chest, resting his arms on them and looking at the ocean that was spreading in front of them.

"Really, Snart?" Sara questioned as she stretched out her legs in front of her. "You are the only person that could wear a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans when it's literally 104 degrees out here."

He quirked a brow at her words and scanned her face with his curious eyes.

"And why are you not swimming with Fireboy and the priestess?" Leonard asked her and felt Sara visibly tense at his words. She rubbed her hands against her bare thighs and let out a low breath.

"Water isn't that fun for me anymore." She told him and felt his eyes soften as he took her in. "Since the Gambit sunk and I was stranded in Lian Yu, I can't even get into a hot tub without flinching. And being in a place where water is everywhere isn't really helping me."

Leonard moved a little closer to Sara, carefully so he wouldn't fall from the cliff and tilted his head as he began speaking.

"You know, you are much stronger than I thought a person could ever be. Sometimes I think that there aren't almost any people as strong as you. Sara, you survived and being scared of going in the water doesn't make you weak. Nothing could ever make you look weak."

She cracked a small smile, meeting his burning gaze. Sara stretched out her hand and placed it over his, making him flinch-but not making him pull away, as she tentatively laced their fingers together.

Leonard eyes fell on their intertwined fingers, but remained silent as he continued gazing at the endless blue waves that came and went. Then Sara suddenly stood up, not leaving his hand and making him join her.

"Where are we going, canary?" He questioned as Sara began descending the cliff and walking into a small entrance that couldn't be seen by anyone on the main beach.

Once they exited the small space they were both surprised to see a beautiful small beach, which was encircled by high rocks. Burning sand covered the shore and then emerald and blue colored waves washed over it, cooling it.

Sara dragged Leonard by the hand until they were a few meters away from the clashing waves, so his boots wouldn't get wet. She took a deep breath and lifted her head to take a good look at the tall man next to her, who seemed all but confused.

"Why are we here Sara?" Leonard questioned the blonde, who was still looking at him, observing the way he spoke to her.

"We are here so we can both get over our fears." Sara said and Leonard's expression darkened as the words left her mouth. "It's because of your scars, isn't it? That's why you don't want to show your skin."

Her free hand had reached over and touched his wrist, delicate fingers slowly stroking over the grey sleeve-careful not to touch any more skin than he would have showed her. Once she saw that Leonard wasn't planning to speak, Sara took a step back and then in one shift motion, her tank top was over her head and lying in the hot sand.

He swallowed hard at the sight of her, sweaty from the hours that she had sat on that rock and only in a pair of shorts and a triangle orange bikini top that barely covered what it was supposed to.

"I have scars too, and I am not scared to hide them. I might be a killer, but I have the scars that made me who I am." Sara said and turned her back on him, putting her blonde hair in one shoulder and revealing all the scars on her back.

The soft skin of her back was torn and ripped with multiple scars, others deep and long and others small and superficial. But 4 caught his attention the most; three star shaped ones-probably the exit wound from the arrows that she was killed by and a nasty long one that started from her left shoulder and was lost in the orange fabric of the bikini's top. It looked like it was from a knife, but it wasn't stitched properly so it must have hurt like a bitch.

"This one," She said as she turned and touched the part of the long scar that reached under her left breast. "It's from an Asian knife. One of Ra's personal favorites. It was a test. If you could survive a wound like that all on your own; then you were really worthy. I was. But my scars have nothing on yours. You are the real survivor here."

Sara placed a hand on Leonard's shoulder and smiled up at him. Then he slowly reached for the hem of his shirt and passed it over his head, throwing it away. She saw it then.

Leonard's lean muscled body was covered in scars; most of them old and faint against his skin, but still there.

There were numerous burns that looked like they were from old cigarettes along his arms and a few more that seemed to be from gunshots. More stab wound scars that were badly stitched layed in his toned stomach, but out of all the scars in his upper body-the worst was the one on his ribcage. It seemed to have been really deep, with the scar tissue starting from the beginning of the ribcage and stretching down his lower abdomen.

Sara took a step closer, her fingers moving softly over the damaged skin of the damaged man in front of her. She felt Leonard shiver under her touch, but once again he didn't move away. His eyes were clouded and dark as he observed her delicate hands moving over his skin.

"December 1988. Lisa was barely seven years old and my father was planning a heist. She wanted to eat some cherry pie that my grandfather had brought us. I was sleeping upstairs. I was working the whole night before and I had come home at dawn. She didn't want to wake me up so she climbed on the kitchen counter and tried to reach for the pie. And as soon as she got it, she fell and into the table. She smeared the pie all over the blueprints. I heard the screams first; and then I heard the beer bottle breaking. The moment I saw him lowering that bottle in her collarbone I ran and moved her away from him. And he got so pissed that I moved her away he buried the bottle on me instead. If the t-shirt wasn't there…things might have been worse than a really ugly looking scar."

He waited for it. The pity and the disgust at his scars; he waited for her to take a step back and walk away. He waited for Sara to realize that she wasn't worth her time.

But she didn't. Instead, she kneeled on the soft sand and brushed her lips along the whole scar. Leonard felt the heat rise where Sara's lips had touched him and as she stood back up and brushed the sand off of her knees.

"The scars show who you are. You are a person that would do everything in his power to protect his sister. And this scar proves it." Sara said and smiled at him. Surprisingly, Leonard's mouth twisted into a smile too. "Come on, it's time for both of us to face our fears."

Leonard looked at Sara confused, but his expression changed instantly when he saw her skimming out of her shorts and she started walking to the ocean. He tried to focus on how vulnerable he looked in her eyes, rather than the matching bikini bottoms that were not even hiding the blonde's really toned behind. He felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her as she stopped, just so the waves would be hitting her feet. She was waiting for him.

"Sara…" He managed to say and she turned to look at him over her shoulder; arousing him more-if that was even possible at that point. Her hair shined golden under the sun's rays and her clear blue eyes were almost transparent as she looked at him with her warm and accepting gaze.

"Leonard." She almost whispered at him. "We must travel to the direction of our fears."

He then took a deep breath and started undressing; taking off his boots and then his pants which he set next to Sara's discarded clothes. If he thought that he was exposed before, Leonard had clearly been very wrong.

Wanting to cover his scars and his growing erection, walked next to Sara and looked at her, worriedly. She cracked a small smile and laced their fingers again. This time Leonard didn't even flinch and held Sara's hand stronger than before as the both began walking into the deeper water.

As soon as the water covered Leonard to the neck; it had reached Sara's neck only a couple of meters from the course, both of the legends let go of each other's hands and started swimming-still close enough to feel each other's body heat.

They were swimming in silence for a few minutes, until Sara suddenly started shaking, her lower lip trembling as tears started falling down her cheeks, which soon turned into loud sobs. Leonard swam closer; taking both of her hands in his.

"Sara, what's wrong?" he asked her and she just kept crying; unable to move.

"I…I remember how it felt. One moment I was ready to have sex with Laurel's boyfriend and the other the bed flipped and then…the sea was drowning me. God, I was so stupid…I was so stupid. I wanted everything that Laurel had. I wanted Oliver and I didn't care if I hurt her. I was talking to my dad on the phone that night and telling his that I was with a friend…When I was laying half naked with Oliver across the room. I didn't give a damn about Laurel, all I wanted was Oliver. And when I was sucked into the water and I was feeling the air being drained for my lungs…I thought that death was my punishment for doing that to my own sister…But as soon as I woke up in that deck in Lian Yu…I knew that there were punishments much worse than death." Leonard lifted his hands and wiped the tears that fell down Sara's cheek with his thumb.

"You are not that person anymore. You can't let your past determine who you are today. You are not the same girl that was on that yacht, just as I am not the same man who would double-cross and kill anyone to get the best possible score. You are much stronger, okay?"

The edges of Sara's mouth quirked upwards in a sad smile as she swan even closer to Leonard and wrapped her arms around his bare waist, resting her head on his shoulder. He reluctantly placed his arms on her shoulders and rested his cheek against Sara's head.

She felt Leonard's legs moving under the surface of the water and in each move; brushing against hers. She felt the heat rise on her cheeks and for a moment she was grateful that Leonard couldn't see her face. The grip on her hips tightened a little and she lifted her head to meet Leonard's eyes.

His gaze was burning over her; studying her face, the crook of her neck; her collarbone and then moving downwards to look over her bikini and the water droplets that were sliding down and getting lost on her exposed cleavage.

Sara felt her lips go dry at the way Leonard was looking at her; with a gaze full of unrestrained lust and it was so good to see his cold persona fade, along with his control in front of her.

"Leonard…" She whispered, and her voice was strained as her hand moved to his cheek this time; fingers stroking his soft skin.

"Sara…" It was the last things she heard; Leonard's voice coming as strained as hers did, before he had dipped his head and capture her lips with his; bottom lip between his top and bottom.

Their mouths moved together, soft lips rubbing against one another and when Leonard's tongue entered her mouth, Sara whimpered into the kiss and willingly brushed her tongue with his.

Suddenly, Leonard pulled both of them underwater, with their mouths still together; giving each other air, with their breaths moving rhythmically until the surface of the emerald water. The kiss turned hungry; with their mouths together and their tongues wanting more and more. Leonard's hands explored Sara's body as much as they could; rubbing her sides and waist as she snaked her hands around his neck.

Both of them now needing air; Leonard grabbed Sara from the bottom and lifted the two of them out of the water, breaking the kiss and leaving them both panting. Sara lifted her eyes and looked at Leonard; a smile forming on her lips that was more radiant than anything else that he had seen in his life.

Her hair was falling damp on her shoulders and droplets of water fell down her face and the part of her body that was exposed above the water. Leonard's eyes fell on her cleavage now and before she even knew it, his hands grabbed her from behind as his lips traveled down her neck, sucking her wet skin and nipping her collarbone with his lips and teeth. Small moans escaped her mouth as she placed her hands on Leonard's shoulders to keep herself in place.

His fingers moved; grazing the straps of her bikini on her neck, and then lower; in the strings on her middle back. He hesitated for a moment, but when Sara placed her hands on his lower back and let her fingers dance over the skin that was underwater; that was all the conformation that Leonard needed as he undid the knot on Sara's bikini and began sliding his hands across her skin and inside her now-loose bikini top.

Sara gasped as Leonard's hands palmed both of her breasts; thumbs grazing over her nipples and the contact making a moan escape her lips. Wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his short-cut hair, she encouraged Leonard to grab her from the hips and bring one pert nipple to his mouth.

Both of Sara's hands pulled his hair again, as his mouth sucked at bit her wet nipples and started moving both of them closer to the shore. By the time that they were both out of the water and basically dripping wet, Leonard stretched out his t-shirt and placed Sara on it-its size being enough to protect most of Sara's body from the sand. She wrapped her legs around his hips as soon as he knealt on the sand; pressing the wet fabric of her bikini bottom against Leonard's boxers that clung onto his skin like a second skin.

"God…You are so beautiful." He murmured as his hands untied the knot on her neck and let the top fall off of her body. Leonard quickly got it out of the way and he immediately started kissing down her stomach, until Sara pulled him up and connected his lips again; kissing him with lust, biting and nipping his lip.

Her hands snaked even lower on his body; her fingers pulling his boxers down his legs and then going up to cup his face.

"Len…I want you so much…" she whispered to him; not an order or a statement. Just a plea from a woman enchanted and under a spell.

"You really want to do this; with me?" Leonard asked her, his hands roaming down her body and his lips trailing kisses down her neck and breasts, leaving her breathless.

Instead of answering, Sara untied the strings on her almost nonexistent bikini bottoms exposing herself completely on the man above her. Earning a grunt of approval from Leonard, she pulled his basically on top of her, pressing their chests together as if she wanted to say: "I need you".

Obviously Leonard took the hint; pressing himself on her entrance and making Sara take a sharp breath. Once she felt him bury himself inside of her, she moaned at the overwhelming sensation, the size of him, the feeling of the man she adored so much being fully connected with her in both physical and mental level.

They slowly developed a rhythm, moving slowly with their hips slamming together in unison and moans coming out of both of their mouths from the contact. After a while the rhythm was slowly fading and the animal instincts took over; lips biting skin and hands gripping on hips so tight that it would leave bruises after a while.

Both of them, screaming as they reached their climaxes in perfect unison; coming apart completely and letting all of their walls fall.

Afterwards Sara stood up, looking at Leonard through the radiant rays of the sun and she stretched out her hands to him with a bright smile on her face.

"Care to join me for a swim, Len?" she asked him and he stood up, a smile rising in his own face too at the sight of her; naked, free and…happy.

"I thought you would never ask." He answered; lifting Sara up and carrying her to the see again.

And from that day forward Sara knew that she wasn't afraid of the water anymore.

Because she had finally found her lifeline in Leonard Snart; and surprisingly, he had found his.

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Because I love your Bobby, can I have 'adorable big eyes that widens a little when they listen to your rant keenly' for any Bobby pair

Julie doesn't mean to stomp into the apartment. Especially since it's not hers.

And the guys' poor "have no fear, we're all queer" doormat already has to deal with being stolen or kicked halfway down the hall on a pretty regular basis. It's just.

That one fucking guy.

She shoulders through the door and lets it slam shut, wincing as the cheerful orange flowers rattle in their glass on the kitchen table. She really ought to be more gentle. A quick glance tells her that Reggie isn't home yet, though, as his jacket and boots are still MIA, so she feels a little less bad for messing up his work.

She stops to fix it, resisting the urge to snatch her hands away and wheel around when she senses eyes on her. She keeps her head bent over the flowers even as bemusement radiates from her observer.

"You're a horribly inconsistent intruder."

"Not intruding," she fires back, giving the flowers one last prod before she twists to look properly at Bobby, crossing her arms.

He's leaning in the doorway, all lithe lines even in his black hoodie, which fits him perfectly. His hair is sleep tousled, but he's also wearing jeans, and she's not sure whether he sleeps in those or if he tugged them on hurriedly when she waltzed in like a hurricane. The former seems more likely, if only because it's hard to imagine him losing his cool unless Luke's riling him up.

His eyebrows have made the subtle switch from a bemused to a purely amused slant, and it shouldn't be such a good look on him. He waits, as if he can sense her inner turmoil, and she tries to bury it under a scowl, hugging herself tighter.

"You said I could come by anytime, and you left the door unlocked. If anything, you're a horribly inconsistent host."

"Ouch." It comes out deadpan, but she doesn't miss the way his lips twitch, and his eyes are warm as he studies her. "You wanna call a truce so you can tell me what you're really upset about? I won't tease."

She lets herself deflate, collapsing into a kitchen chair. "We might be here a while."

"That's fine." He shrugs, still wearing that hint of a smile. "I'll make some tea."

Julie spends a good portion of her rant with her hands curled around her mug, glaring into the depths, but as she pauses to take a sip and the taste hits her tongue, she realizes that he had been listening, several weeks ago, when she made that offhand comment about how she only really likes the citresy stuff. He usually only has chai on hand.

He's been listening to her intently this entire time, as well, apparently, leaning towards her with his head propped in his hand. His eyes are huge, like it'll help him hold more information, and she has no idea how she missed it, venting or not.

"And?" he prompts. "You stopped right in the middle. I can't validate you if you don't tell me everything, miss Molina."

She huffs a laugh as warmth spreads through her chest. It's only partially from the tea. A grin slips comfortably onto her lips even as she shakes her head.

"Apologies, Doctor Shaw."

He smiles a bit more openly. "Not yet."

"You'll make a great therapist," she insists, reaching across the table to touch his elbow. "I'm not even mad anymore!"

His eyebrows go all slanted again, and she flushes, doing her best to casually pull her hand back to her body as he hums.

"Yes, you are. We've deflected, but the smallest reminder will set you off again because you haven't gotten it all out of your system. All I have to do is say 'mansplain' and—"

"Oh my god he absolutely was!"

She kicks his ankle as he covers his mouth to hide a full-blown grin, eyes shining. She huffs another laugh.

"Shut up! You said you wouldn't tease. It was awful! I have to deal with this guy as my partner for the rest of the semester unless he drops out. Or I kill him first."

"I'll kick his ass for you," Bobby offers.

He's only partially joking, and it shouldn't set off butterflies in her stomach.

She takes a hasty gulp of tea in an effort to smother them as she gropes for a decent reply, but it doesn't really work.

"Thanks," she settles on, "but something tells me that would be bad for business. You might come across as a little too invested in your patients."

He lowers his hand. The smile has shrunk, but it's still there, and his eyes are wide with sincerity as he says, "Technically, you're not my patient. This is all off record. Just a friend helping a friend. Yeah?"

Heat laces through her, though she's sure she's imagining the suggestive undertone in that sentence. Her throat goes tight.

She's saved from responding when the door crashes open, rattling Reggie’s flowers again. Bobby's expression soothes out, and he lifts his mug to his lips as Luke and Reggie loudly give their hellos.

She can't help but wonder what Bobby heard in her little moment of silence.