#I swear I can colour properly guys-

[robo-milky]

Expressions don’t come easy for Cloche, body and mind always at a disconnect. She can’t smile if there’s not a purpose… Yet here she was, trying to loosen up. It’s all to look natural, she thinks, to blend in with the rest.

[acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies]

Moonflower

(Flowers part II)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Azriel x ex!reader, Rhysand x sister!reader, future Helion x reader

Warnings: angst, brotherly fluff (love u rhysie poo), swearing, elain and azriel slander (minor)

warnings & summary will be updated at every part.

Prompts: N/A

Summary: Nesta and Feyre had taken your wedding dress from Elain and handed it back to you. With the help of Rhysand, you burn it. Rhys suggests for you to go to Day Court and take some time, while he sorts things out with Azriel. What happens when a certain High Lord catches your eye?

a/n there’s going to be so much angst in this series😭 if you ever feel like killing me just know i love you guys, the names of this series are gonna be based off flowers this one is called moonflower as a homage to the night court

I had gone upto my room, not wanting to see the pitying looks of my friends.

Growing up as a High Lord’s daughter made me detached from the world, forced me to hide my emotions. Which is why, I didn’t shed a single tear until I was in the safety of my bedroom.

Shrinking down against my door, I finally allowed the thoughts to catch up.

Every single time he told me he made love to me, he really meant “I’m fucking your brother’s sister in law right under your nose,”.

I don’t even think I can call it making love anymore.

When he told me he loved me, he really meant “I love Elain, not you”.

All of a sudden all his words had double meanings.

“I’m going out,” meant “I’m going to Elain’s”.

“I already ate,” equaled “I ate at Elain’s”.

And at the very end of it all, “I have a mission” was actually “I’m going to get married to Elain,”.

Elain, Elain, Elain. What did she have that I didn’t? I had known him for centuries, been there for him through nightmares, defended him from others, hell I had given my everything to him.

And instead of returning them properly, he had broken them, trampled on my poor heart, fed my mind lies and broken my every being.

Sobs wracked my body as I hunched over myself. My hair was sticking to my face by the tears. Crying quietly, I twisted the ring off my finger, chucking it somewhere in the dark.

Hearing the soft clang of the metal landing made me sob even more. It was a beautiful ring, truly. A silver ring with diamonds encrusted on the top, 3 beautiful gems the colour of Azriel’s siphons. A blue so dark it could pass as black.

My ears were ringing, I could hear a knock on the door, but it was just some background noise compared to the noise of rushing water in my ears.

A talon of power scraped against my walls gently. Getting up, I open the door.

Rhysand stands there with my dress in his hands.

“I said I didn’t want it,” I state, stubborn as ever.

“I know that’s why I came to ask if you wanted to burn it with me,” he says hesitantly.

My eyes flick between Rhysand and the dress, a silent war forging in my violet eyes.

“Fuck it, let’s go”

My meltdown dazed mind didn’t seem to realise that Rhysand hadn’t taken me out through the main hall, but through the back entrances. Too tired to comprehend anything, I didn’t ask even when I realised it.

As if waiting for me a bonfire pit had formed.

Before we had left the room, I had grabbed a box filled with Azriel’s things that I wanted to burn.

With a flick of Rhys’ wrist the dress was positioned on the stand. A stick with fire was commissioned and he handed it to me.

“Would you like to do the honours, little star?” He says waving the stick towards me. I smile slightly at the use of the old nickname.

I grab the stick and throw it at the dress, revelling in the way it burnt.

One by one I added the items from the box.

A human polaroid of the two of us. His comfy grey shirt. All his letters. Flowers he had given me 2 days ago. A glass rose, funny really because my favourite flower isn’t a rose, it’s a moonflower. A promise ring he had got me. The prototype wedding invitation.

Rhysand watched me as I threw object after object into the endless pit of fire. Once the box was empty, I lunged the box into the fire as well.

That’s when he finally spoke up, “Little star, do you want to go visit Day Court for a while, Helion said any one from our court could visit his,”.

I nodded, the anger I had grown from the objects fading into sadness. Rhys held me close wiping my wet, tear stained cheeks. “It’ll be alright” he soothingly whispers.

I had packed my bags the night of the burning and had prepare for going to Day Court the next day.

“Rhys I can winnow myself,” I huffed as he dragged me along.

“I know, I know I just wanted to make sure you got there safe,” he sighs. Understanding, I let him take me there.

If Day Court was beautiful then they’re High Lord was gorgeous.

a/n i need sleep

taglist: @esposadomd @impossibelle @acotarfics-mharmie009 @stqrgirlies-blog @balam-sen @cumuluscranium @witchymomfrien (striked out means i couldn’t tag you)

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

[stevebabey]

CONGRATULATIONS RUBY!!! You're one of my favorite authors so I trust that you'll make something amazing out of this request (if you like it and feel like writing it, no pressure)

❤️‍🔥 with “Nobody in the world has hands this soft.”

just a little steve hand appreciation blurb (bonus points if you include comparing hands with him!!!)

M!!!! AHHH THANK U ANGEL!! im literally so :')) rn u are so very talented so it really means the world for me to hear u like what i write!! your bonus point suggestion like shaped this whole blurb im so glad u included it & omg its the first to break 1k+ words. i went for mutual pining besties bcos i've only written established relationship so far ! enjoy my dear!!! <3

You can’t believe you’re listening to advice from a 14-year old.

It feels like a new low. The idea that you can’t figure out the flirting thing on your own combined with the fact it’s your kid friend Dustin who seems to have a mountain-load of advice makes you feel— well, less than stellar.

But times are tough. And shit, it’s not actually bad advice.

Besides, despite Steve being your best friend, you’ll admit Dustin and him are close as well. Close enough that you made Dustin swear not to rat out your feelings to Steve at the first opportune moment.

He’d scoffed, then very reluctantly agreed. Seemed miffed you wouldn’t let him play matchmaker. Then set to work formulating a perfect plan on how you were to woo Steve — though he insisted you really didn’t need to because Steve was already well and truly obsessed with you.

“Honest!” He had said, eyes bright, and with that familiar cocky smile like he knew more than you. Which, in this case, might be true.

“Steve’s crazy for you, I can tell. He once gave this whole talk about,” Dustin waved his hands around. “Electricity. It’s a whole thing with him. Just trust me, you guys have it.”

Which leads to the here and now. You’re in the passenger seat of Steve’s beemer, the drive-in screen glowing ahead of you, just out the windshield. It’s night time, the dark lit up by dozens of shiny neon signs dotted about around the drive-in keeping you cozy in the car.

There’s an advertisement for Scoops Ahoy! ice-cream, all red, white, and blue, nautical symbols in every corner on a board to your right; a crimson and mustard coloured hot-dog stand with bright lit bulbs around it and a comically large weiner atop it. Beside it is a less glammed up, but nevertheless, trusty popcorn stand.

One of the buckets from there sits between you two, balanced between the seats. Steve seems to be unaware of your inner turmoil, his interest in the film properly piqued as you debate internally on Dustin’s advice. The film is miles away to you, worrying your bottom lip as you reconsider Dustin’s words.

“Just, like... find a way to touch his hand. No, wait- compare hand sizes! That’s like the oldest flirt in the book.” He’d nodded with enough fervor you nearly didn’t question him. Nearly.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’d asked. “And where did you hear that?”

“Suze.” He’d said plainly. “And Suzie said she heard it from the girls at one of her camps. And it worked on me, so it’ll work on Steve. He’s simple!”

So, how do you go about this? You’re not sure there’s a natural way to ask to compare hand sizes. This feels like a flirt you’d do if he was just a handsome stranger at a party and you had a couple tequila shots on your side for encouragement. Leaned against a wall, sultry giggles and seductive touches; that seems more fitted for the flirt you’re about to try.

But you’re Steve’s best friend, not a stranger, and there’s certainly no liquid courage in your veins. No party. Just you, armed with more butterflies in your stomach than you can count and the advice of a 14-year old. God, you’re screwed.

You steel yourself and steal a glance at Steve. He’s in that grey shirt you like, long sleeved with just two buttons up the top. Both of them are undone.

You feel a bit peaky at how it makes you flush, seeing a flash of his chest. Briefly, you wonder if he’s worn the shirt because he knows it’s one of your favourites. The thought provides no relief to your nerves.

You fix your eyes forward and miss the way Steve glances to check on you, a smile toying at his lips.

Coincidentally, when he reaches for the popcorn, so are you — and your hands brush in the middle, burning hot, and you startle at the touch. Steve’s already apologising, pulling his hand but in a moment, you see it clearly there; your segue.

“Your hands are so much bigger than mine,” You comment, with a quiet chuckle to seem casual, shifting yourself to face him better. Your stomach turns over with nerves and you have to force yourself to meet his eye.

You raise your hand a bit, palm facing him. “See?”

Steve’s pauses, only for a moment, but it’s enough to send your heart rocketing. Just as you’re about to retract your hand and hope to hide your crumpled pride, embarrassment stinging at your chest, Steve grins.

He chuckles and twists in his seat to face you, unfurling his hand and extending it out towards your own.

He wavers, hesitating just short of pressing his hand against yours and when your eyes dart up to his face, your stomach tightens up a bit more at what you find. Nervous, you think giddily, he’s nervous.

In another second the expression is gone and he presses his hand flush against yours.

“I think you might have the world’s smallest hands,” He jokes, curling his fingers over the top of yours just to prove the point. He’s wrong but compared to his large hands, you can see why it certainly might seem that way.

“I think you just have huge hands, Harrington,” You remark, enjoying the feeling of his hand against yours far too much.

The butterflies in your stomach have evolved into something bigger — some sort of lovebird that pecks at your heart and leaves it bleeding in your chest. The beat of its wings gets louder every second Steve doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer.

“Nope, it’s your hands, 100 percent.” He nods along, lips quirked into an amused smile. The film continues unnoticed, just flashes of light that illuminate the side of his face. Subconsciously, you lean closer into his space, nearly close enough that you could lean over and lay one of him. If you wanted.

Steve continues with a tease, “I’m serious! Nobody in the world has hands this small.”

“Nobody in the world has hands this soft.” You counter with a grin. It’s true, Steve’s hands aren’t at all like how you’d expected; instead of calloused and rough, they’re supple and soft. Like a lover, not a fighter.

It takes a moment to realise your slip. Your heart stutters and Steve’s eyes turn a little wide. His cheeks flush and the only comfort is the obvious delight on his features, even as he blushes pink. His eyes dart to your lips. You hold your breath.

“Yeah?” He asks and licks his lips. “I- I’ve, uh, heard— well, some would say the same about my lips.”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’ve seen him be, words a bit fumbled. He screws his eyes shut for a moment, gathers his courage, then keeps going. His voice is quiet, eyes watching you closely. “Softest... yeah, softest in the world s’what they’ve said...”

If by some terrible tragedy you’ve misread this and he’s not asking for a kiss, you’ll happily let the ground swallow you up after this. But with the nervous gleam in his eye, his pink lips, and hand against yours, you think you like your odds.

You close your eyes, lean in, and think of luck.

And even if it was just a line, you have to agree; these are the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, and maybe in the entire world.

join the celebration <3!

[a-boca-do-inferno]

kindness (logan howlett x reader) [request]

summary: (y/n) crosses paths with a unique stranger twice.

warnings: fluff, slight swearing, a little violence

words: 0.8k

notes: caveman logan my beloved <3

“Can I help you?”, the girl offers a polite smile to the man who has just entered the store. 

He is rather tall and a little ominous looking, with a full brunette beard that covers half of his face, long hair of the same colour contouring his shoulders. She can’t ignore the threadbare clothes he’s wearing; they look almost as if they haven’t been changed or washed in a long time, yet they don’t emanate any stench, curiously. When his eyes meet hers, there’s a frown on his features that’s noticeable through the deep crease between his brows, and she’s already waiting for the rude response to come. Unfortunately, well-mannered customers are not common in her work.  

To her surprise, however, he simply shakes his head and marches toward the back of the store, returning seconds later with some canned beans. He also picks up a lighter hanging from one of the front shelves on his way back, handing the items to her.  

The girl graciously puts them in a bag, offering him another friendly smile as she takes a look at the prices. “That will be five dollars.”  

Her attentive eyes follow his movements in silence as he takes ten bucks out of his pocket, and her fingers unconsciously search the drawer in front of her for the change. Before she can open it, his voice is gravelly and punctuated as he speaks, a faint smile under his thick beard, “keep the change and thank you.” He places the bill on the counter next, giving it a light tap as if to reaffirm his words. 

She blinks once, taken aback by this unusual display of kindness coming from such an unlikely individual. “Thank you”, she simply replies, astonished. The mysterious man turns his back and walks out of the store, without another word.  

The next time she sees him again, it’s later in that evening and they’re both in a dive bar. It was a long week and the girl just wanted to relax a little, have a few drinks and maybe sleep until noon the other day. Her plans were quickly frustrated, though, as some random, visibly drunk guy started catcalling and harassing her to go to his table. She did her best to ignore it and not let him ruin her night, but she finally had enough when he started calling her names for everyone to hear.  

She got up and made her way to the counter to pay her bill; the single beer she was able to have. The man from the store was sitting to her right and they exchanged a brief look, his full beard only allowing her to make out his hazelnut eyes. He gave her a short nod and she responded with a grin, turning her attention back to the bartender. She stretched out her arm to pay him, but as soon as he touched the money, the girl was violently yanked to the side. The impact was strong enough that two glasses fell off the countertop, the shattering sound making some people nearby turn their head to see what was going on.  

“You come here, you little bitch!”, the asshole from earlier spoke, still grabbing her forcefully by the elbow.  

She couldn’t even react properly as a tall, dark shadow passed through her vision, knocking the man out with a single punch. Her arm was free again and she held it to her chest, trembling slightly in fear and surprise. Her eyes met the man from the store’s one more time, and now they seemed to be torn between anger and worry. He came up to her and examined her from head to toe, seeming satisfied with his search when his gaze landed on her dumbfounded face. 

“You alright?”, he inquires, and she can’t help but notice the abismal difference between his soft tone of voice and the hard, deep crease on his forehead. 

The girl clears her throat, smiling a bit. “I am, thank you for that”, her eyes turn to the guy still on the floor, but they quickly go back up. “You’ve been good to me twice now and I don’t even know your name, mister.” 

There is a moment of pause until he seems to get over some fleeting conflict in his head, his expression softening. “Call me Logan.” 

What a beautiful and fitting name. “Thank you, Logan”, she says, savouring the foreign word in her mouth. She offers him another gentle smile and for the first time, he responds in kind, wrinkles appearing in the corner of his eyes. She can’t help but notice he suddenly doesn’t appear so ominous anymore.  

Logan then points with his chin at her money on the counter, forgotten by the bartender during the whole mess. And just when she thought he couldn’t surprise her anymore that day, his soothing tone catches her off guard yet again, “c’mon, let me buy you a drink.” 

[gokartkid]

9, maxiel

prompt: things you said when i was crying

Daniel hates crying.

He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, hard, until he sees sparks of colour. One time in a health class he remembers that they made them watch a video about eyeballs and what happened when you rubbed them— contorting into a rugby ball shape, rolling around in an X-Ray skull. He thinks about it now. 

They only have paper towel rolls; Max had just left for an emergency toilet paper run. Daniel scrubs it across his face, the rough texture of it against already red and tender skin, blotting at his eyes.

“Fuck.”

It sounds more vulnerable than he means it to in the stale air of the apartment. When he blinks his eyes open, the world is blurry and out of focus, wet lashes clumping together. His nose is blocked and stuffy, tender at the sides where he’d rubbed too hard with the paper towel.

He bites at the skin around his thumb, already raw and tender but he just needs something to do, and his nail is bitten to the quick. The sting of it almost helps, gives him something else to focus on. 

Okay. He’s fine. Daniel takes a shaky breath in, and out. All he has to do is go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on his face, maybe a shower if he feels like that would some how help him look more alive before Max—

The sound of shuffling feet outside the door, the jingle of keys.

“Fuck.” 

This time, he’s swearing more properly, actually. For once, he wishes that Max didn’t complete tasks with the complete efficiency and focus of a greyhound.

“I got the toilet paper but they didn’t have the kind you like, hypoallergenic,” Max calls out as he pushes open the door, and now Daniel can’t move and he’s not seen him yet toeing off his shoes and— “the woman said that they would, of course, try to restock them but she doesn’t know when—“

He finally looks up and sees Daniel, and stops, mid-sentence. 

Daniel tries for a watery grin. It’s his usual go to in these situations— feels like his therapist might have a field day with that one. 

“Welcome home!” 

“Daniel,” Max sets down his armful of toilet paper, steps forward, “are you, okay?” 

It’s so awkward of him, hands fluttering as he doesn’t know what to do, brow scrunching upwards in distress. Daniel knows that Max hates seeing people unhappy— seems to make it his life mission to solve the problem as quickly as he can.

“Yeah I’m, like, fine,” he can hear his therapists voice clear as day now, disapproving, the scratch of her pen against paper ‘Daniel you’re allowed to say you’re feeling bad.’ She’s mean to him, a bit, in the best way. 

“Oh yes, you are a completely fine person, dripping snot onto the carpet,” Max deadpans.

Max is mean to him, in the best way too. Daniel will not examine what this says about him.

“Hey, no snot from this guy,” Daniel gestures, hands in the air, “I’m like, an anti-snot machine almost. Nobody’s nose has ever been so dry.”

A categorical lie, funnier when he says it with a blocked nose, consonants coming out all gummy.

Max steps forwards gain, approaching him like he’s a startled deer, like Daniel would bolt if given the chance.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he says, carefully, gently, “but I’m— of course, here for you.”

It’s probably the most halting, and awkward comfort that Daniel’s ever gotten; he’s almost embarrassingly charmed by it. 

“Yeah—“ and he sounds it too, voice soft, and god if he doesn’t stop giving himself away with every minute tone in his voice, “yeah, Maxy. I know.”

Max nods, shortly. He’s fiddling with his hands, thumb rubbing over his knuckle again and again. Daniel takes a steadying breath, reaches out and grasps it.

Something in Max’s face gives, softens all the harsh tense lines of his cheeks, his jaw, muscle of his cheek jumping as he looks helplessly at Daniel.

“She’ll be right,” Daniel shrugs.

Max pushes his lips out stubbornly.

“It is alright if she isn’t,” and, man if that doesn’t make Daniel laugh, wetly, the way that Max takes a saying and runs with it.

Max leans forward and hesitates, and— Daniel meets him in the middle. Their hands are still clasped together, Max’s dry palm rubbing against the teary-wetness of Daniel’s, dry chapped mouth against his. His nose nudges into Daniel’s cheek, and he can feel Max’s lashes close against the still tender skin just above his cheekbone as he presses his face desperately into Daniel’s; like he could just get close enough that they’d envelope each other totally.

Daniel grasps at the thick material of his jacket, and sighs, shakily into the seam of Max’s mouth.

“Thank god you got that toilet paper,” he says, muffled, ducking down to press his face into Max’s shoulder, “my nose hurts.”

Max makes a soft noise above him, strokes a hand down the back of his head, the curve of his spine.

“Maybe you shouldn’t shit so much.”

It’s so deadpan— delivered just the way that Max does all his jokes, tone just tentatively humorous. 

Daniel breaks, shoulders shaking as he punches Max lightly. Max holds on, and while Daniel isn’t looking at him he can imagine the look on his face; eyes crinkling delightedly and mouth split into a wide grin. 

And— things might not be great now, and he might still feel like a scab just healed over, but he thinks, laughing into the warm skin of Max’s neck, he thinks that if he has this, things can’t be so bad.

[xx0yeet-everything0xx]

going to quickly self-advertise my jercy fic: in which, instead of percy and annabeth, JASON and PERCY fall into tartarus!! woohoooo (below is an excerpt of the middle of the first chapter hehe)

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[jason] took hold of the winds bringing them closer to tartarus— as if they were puppet strings— and, with all he had in him, he pulled. as if his body was simulating his powers on a physical level, he felt himself pull the rope too, with a strength he didn't know he had. percy, annabeth, and nico were propelled far away from the range of the ledge they were at, crumbling on the floor behind him. hazel too went backwards, her back slamming into the wall. the wind didn't really affect jason: he didn't move.

although the adrenaline hadn't quite faded from him, the mix of relief and exhaustion hit him, and he let out a few tired swear-words. "annabeth!" hazel yelled and ran ahead to her, hugging the fatigued and stricken girl tight. in the gesture, they both took a step closer to the edge and jason winced.

"please," he croaked. "back off from the chasm, guys." he wanted to sigh but found it unnervingly difficult to take a proper breath. all eyes turned to him, but no one argued. the side of nico's head was bleeding from that crash against the ledge and he stumbled once when walking but pointedly denied percy's help. the other boy helped anyway. hazel steadied annabeth, still holding her in a half-hug and saying something to her as they walked towards the ship.

they were all quite far behind him, away from the ledge, when he felt the force that had tried to drag them down come again, but he was ready for it. he kept a strong hold of the winds, although the effort was making him dizzy and weak. "hurry," he said to the rest of them, but his voice came out so ragged he wondered if they could hear him properly. "the ground's unstable."

percy looked at him for a moment too long. a frown creased his eyebrows. "you hurry as well, man."

he wanted to smile but could only manage a weirdly twisted expression instead. "i can fly," he said. but, in the state he was, he knew that he sure as fuck could not. annabeth had boarded the ship first; she collapsed on the spot. hazel was climbing up the ladder, and nico was behind her. he watched with a spectator's dull stare, then remembered that he needed to move as well.

right then, jason realised how close he was to the pit. how had he even gotten there? he hadn't moved at all. yet there was the gateway to tartarus, hardly a metre besides him. he blinked. the pull coming from it had disappeared. just as well, because he was completely drained. even if it were a matter of life and death, he doubted he could even summon sparks.

its a trap, his rational would've known. but he was starting to see things in a blur, and all he could think was that he had to stand straight.

he took a step forward and swayed. he felt lightheaded. looking up, he saw percy's face: he was saying something, along the lines of, "are you okay?"

then he felt something pull him backwards. percy wasn't pulled though, and jason vaguely wondered whether it was a certain vengeance reserved for him. he didn't even try to fight it— he couldn't, really. his vision had turned grainy, like a spoilt television screen with coloured images just breaking through.

he was saying something. what was he saying? he felt his lips moving to form the same words again and again. later, he would learn that he was saying, "stay away. i'm alright."

tartarus didn't even need to drag him into the pit: jason did that for him. his balance and energy finally gave up, and he fell.

· · · read it from the start on ao3!! · · ·

and if u do read it comments would be appreciated ty 🥹👀👀

[12romy]

Good old sebchal pls

I'm back to the prompts you guys left me, thank you so much for all those wonderful ideas!

So, I decided to start with this one cause it's been a while, and anon, let me thank you, because I took your prompt literaly and I LOVE the way it turned out!

Enjoy~

*****

Once the kids and the grandkids - they're starting to have quite a lot of those - are gone, the house feels a little empty. It was nice of everyone to come to Switzerland for the weekend. They don't often get to see them all at once other than for Christmas.

But Charles supposes you don't celebrate thirty years of marriage very often.

He hopes it was worth the trip.

He finishes to load the dishwasher, grimacing as he feels the usual pain in his back waking up with the mouvement, then goes to the living room. The Beatles are playing, softly, in the background, but their audience isn't listening. Sebastian fell asleep in his armchair again. He tends to do that more often these days, not that Charles can blame him. He sits on his own armchair next to him, sighing in relief as he feels his back relax. Turning his head away from the sundown, he watches his husband sleeping.

His hair is fully white, now - although he jokes about dying them some funny colour, or bright blond whenever he spends more than five minutes with Lewis. Charles prays he will be to lazy to actually do it.

He's got more crinkles, too, a lot at the corner of his eyes. He's proud of it, and Charles preens everytime Sebastian tells him they're here because of him, because he made him smile so much during his life.

One thing that hasn't changed through the year is his sense of fashion. He still wear his horrid shorts, flannel shirts and sandals with socks, and completely embraced the grandpa vibe ever since their first granddaughter was born (which was eight years ago, already. Crazy how time flies). Charles has had years of marriage to get used to it, anyway. At least, he stopped wearing overused team gear.

Charles likes to think himself hasn't changed all that much. He might be in his sixties, his hair a bit grayer, but Sebastian keeps telling him he ages like fine wine, so it must be true. He does need glasses, now, but so does Seb.

Talking about glasses, Seb's ones are slowly slipping from his nose, and Charles is afraid it might wake him up if they fall. He gets up from his comfortable armchair again, regretfully, and gently takes Seb's glasses off.

He can't resist the urge to push a curl of hair away from his face, and it's a mistake. Seb blinks awake, yawning.

"Did I fall asleep?" he asks, voice heavy with fatigue. "Charles, this is bad, I'm turning into an old man!"

"Mon chéri, you were already saying that when we met, and you were barely thirty," Charles rolls his eyes. "Plus, you are nearing eighty, you are old."

"Don't you call me old!" Seb clicks his tongue, fakely annoyed. "Young people, I swear, so disrespectful. I'll show you old."

Charles yelps, amused, when Sebastian puts his hands on his ass to pull him half in his lap and kiss him.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Charles snorts. "Still as insatiable as you've always been."

"I just want to celebrate our thirty years wedding anniversary properly, Liebling," he says, kissing him again.

"We're taking this to the bedroom then. I'm past the age of having sex anywhere other than in a bed, and you're a bitch when you complain about your knees hurting."

"Fine, fine," Sebastian grumbles. They both grunts when they get up a little too quickly.

They're leading a fairly happy life, but they could really do without joint pains.

[misshoneyimhome]

Chapter 1 - 

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary; Julia had never imagined she'd cross paths with the attractive stranger, William, once again - but one can never be too certain about what the universe might have in store…

Tags; William NylanderxOfc; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; alcohol consumption; swearing (I think); sexual references;

A/N; so this is the first chapter of the serie "We never go out of style" with Willy Styles - I hope you enjoy it, and that the jokes make somewhat sense as they did in my head ;)

Words; 3K+

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“I don't need a man to make me feel good”

As September arrived, Julia strolled leisurely through the streets of Toronto, enjoying the taste of her coffee, thinking about how her time in the city had been nothing short of amazing.

Even though her best friend Camille had returned to London, Julia's new work team had warmly welcomed her, especially her close colleague, Charlie, who had gone out of her way to make her feel at home. Julia and Charlie had quickly formed a strong bond, and Charlie's extroverted nature led them to explore Toronto's hidden gems together - the best bars, restaurants, museums, gardens, and galleries.

Charlie strongly reminded Julia of Camille. They were both tall (well, taller than her 5'2", which pretty much anyone was), naturally fit, with light-coloured hair, and had a vibrant energy. Charlie worked as a project coordinator in Julia’s team and had been with the firm for a couple of years, starting out as a student assistant. Although a couple of years younger than Julia, Charlie made an effort to introduce her properly to the city.

One weekend, they set out for the Toronto Islands. The ferry ride had been pleasant, with the shimmering waters of Lake Ontario reflecting the sunlight, creating a mesmerising sight. Once they reached the islands, they hired bicycles and began their adventure.

The islands offered a serene escape, with lush greenery, picturesque beaches, and panoramic views of the city's skyline. Julia and Charlie cycled through quaint neighbourhoods, passing charming cottages and beautifully landscaped gardens. Along the way, they shared funny anecdotes, childhood memories, and aspirations for the future.

As they reached a particularly secluded part of the islands, they found a spot by the water to have their picnic. Julia had prepared an assortment of delicious sandwiches, fresh fruits, and homemade lemonade. They laughed, ate, and simply enjoyed each other's company as the waves gently lapped against the shore.

*

September 17th

It was Charlie's 25th birthday, and she had planned a night out with Julia, some colleagues, and a few of her girlfriends at a bar in Downtown Toronto. Charlie generously offered to buy the first round, and then everyone could choose their drinks freely. As it was a busy Saturday night, she had reserved a few tables in the back, ensuring the group could relax and enjoy games like darts and pool.

During the summer, Charlie had spent some time with her parents and had an unexpected encounter with her childhood friend, Mitch. Although they had grown apart over the years, their recent conversations had brought them back together. They had met up a few times since they both lived in the same city, and Charlie even extended an invitation to her birthday, although she wasn't sure if he'd make it due to his busy schedule.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was lively, with music, laughter, and cheering filling the room. Julia was having a great time, effortlessly beating Mark and Scott at darts, probably thanks to her English upbringing. Meanwhile, Charlie made rounds, ensuring everyone was enjoying themselves.

"Oh my god! Miiiiitchy!" Charlie exclaimed when she suddenly spotted Mitch, the tall, brunette guy from her past, walking into the bar with a group of friends. "I didn’t think you’d come," she added as she greeted him with enthusiasm, hugging him warmly and flashing a big smile.

"Of course, I did! Wouldn’t miss it. Oh, and by the way, this is from my mom," he said, handing her a small-sized box.

Mitch had brought her a small gift, and Charlie graciously thanked him, sending her best regards to his mother.

"Guys, this is my friend Charlie," Mitch then introduced her to his group, as he stood there with three other guys. One of them seemed a bit puzzled, but Charlie couldn't help but notice how exceptionally good-looking he was. With his semi-long, dark hair slightly curled under his cap, tanned skin with a hint of Hispanic features, and a charming moustache and scruff, he exuded a unique appeal. He was dressed in a loose shirt paired with tight dark trousers, a thin jacket, and trainers. Charlie couldn't deny the magnetic attraction she felt toward him.

"She's not a dude…” the guy remarked to the others, causing laughter from his friends.

"Wow, quite the way to offend a girl in just five syllables," Charlie retorted playfully, joining in on the laughter.

"Sorry," he apologised, offering a nervous smile.

"Don't worry; it happens more often than you’d think," Charlie reassured him with a wink, sharing a moment of amusement. Just then, Mitch chimed in to introduce the guys.

"Char, you probably already know their names, but this is Auston, Mo, and Willy," Mitch said, and Charlie greeted them enthusiastically.

Indeed, she knew who they were; she wasn't oblivious to the world - being Canadian, she was well aware of some of the best hockey players in the NHL. She had also discreetly followed Mitch's career over the years, even though they hadn't been in touch for quite some time.

"Nice to meet you. Come on, have a drink or something," Charlie invited, gesturing for them to join the group. "Hey, JJ, there's someone I want you to meet," she called out to someone else.

'JJ,' William thought, his mind racing. No, it couldn't be... or could it? Oh, yes, it definitely could.

As she turned around from the other group, there she stood with her long blonde, curled hair, radiant smile, and those captivating big blue eyes. "Shit," William chuckled to himself, caught off guard by seeing her again. He hadn't exactly expected this kind of reunion.

"Hey," Julia greeted as Charlie motioned for her to join the group.

Immediately, she recognised William as well. How could she not? They had shared a great time at the bar, followed by an intimate session in her bedroom. Seeing him again with his beachy, blonde hair, Balenciaga t-shirt, and that smirk on his face brought back both memories and mixed feelings. He seemed amused by the situation, but Julia wasn't sure how to feel about seeing him again. He was undeniably attractive, and that smirk stirred up feelings she probably shouldn't indulge.

"So, this is my new colleague and very good friend, Julia, who’s just moved here from London," Charlie introduced to the lads, and they all greeted her.

"JJ, these guys here are probably the most important people for you to know about when living here," she then pointed out each of the lads - Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, Morgan Reilly, and William Nylander - explaining that they were the greatest hockey stars of the Toronto Maple Leafs. The lads chuckled at Charlie's praise.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Julia said with an excited expression.

“Well, come on, have a seat and a drink if you’d like,” Charlie said loudly.

They all took a seat at the tables while the others continued playing games. Julia made eye contact with the barman who almost immediately came over to take their orders, and the lads opted for fizzy drinks, mindful of their ongoing training.

“It’s a nice place you've chosen, Char,” Mitch remarked as he sat down in front of her with Auston to his right and Mo on his left.

“Thanks, it’s basically our go-to place whenever we go out,” Charlie smiled. “JJ used to go out for after-work beers back home, and so we’ve sort of adopted that into our team.”

"So, how do you like Toronto so far?" Morgan asked Julia, sitting across from her.

"Well, so far, everyone's been very welcoming and great - and it's an incredible city, so it's truly all good," she smiled.

"But the most important thing is that JJ will attend her very first NHL game next month," Charlie chimed in, sparking curiosity among the group.

"Oh, cool! When?" Mitch asked.

"It's the home opening game, right?" Julia said, looking at Charlie, who nodded.

“Yes, it's my welcoming slash birthday present,” Charlie added, garnering further interest from the lads.

"When's your birthday?" William suddenly asked from Julia’s right side.

"The 7th, next month," she responded with a soft smile, and the lads nodded.

"And how young, if we may ask?" Mo teased, and Julia laughed.

"27," she said confidently, "no worries, I have no issues with my age," which earned more laughs from the group. William couldn't help but smile, realising she was just slightly older than him, which he found amusing for some unknown reason.

“And do you know anything about hockey?” Auston asked from the opposite corner of the table, and Julia chuckled.

“Well, a little bit actually - or maybe just the basics of the basics,” she replied chuckling. She shared that her younger brother, Daniel, played hockey for a hobby, but she had only seen a couple of games herself.

“I didn’t know hockey was a big thing in England,” Mitch stated.

"It's not," Julia smiled, "but when Daniel was 8, he moved with our dad back to Denmark after our parents' divorce. And he played serious hockey there for some years before a bad ankle injury," she explained, capturing the lads' attention.

"Wait, you're from Denmark?" Auston asked with curiosity.

"Well, my dad is Danish, and I was born there, but I grew up in England,” Julia clarified with a friendly smile.

Auston then mentioned their best friend, Freddie, who used to play for the Leafs and also hailed from Denmark.

“Oh yeah, Frederik Andersen, right?” She asked, and they nodded confirming. “Yeah, he was like the first thing my father mentioned when I told him I was moving to Toronto - before he asked me about my promotion, of course,” she chuckled, and the lads responded with laughter.

"Maybe we should introduce you to him sometime," Mitch playfully suggested, and Julia eagerly agreed.

“And actually,” Charlie said, “Willy here is also from Scandinavia,” she told and pointed to William. “Sweden, right?” William nodded, offering Julia a friendly smile. 

“Which is definitely not the same as Denmark,” he said jokingly.

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more,” Julia added, and they shared a moment of amusement as they all laughed.

“Let me guess, none of you would understand each other,” Mitch joked from across the table. They both shook their head chuckling causing laughter from the others.

As the night progressed, the playful banter continued, and Julia felt a sense of ease and comfort among the lads. They were all very sociable and outgoing, so she easily felt included in their conversations about hockey, their off-season, and how Charlie and Mitch shared stories from their childhood.

And as Julia laughed and smiled at the group's joking behaviour, William found himself drawn to her warmth and confidence. Her kindness and gentle touches had left an impression on him, and he couldn't deny that he still found her intriguing.

The initial tension had dissipated, and William actively participated in the banter, occasionally sharing flirty glances with Julia. There was a connection between them, but it wasn't overtly sexual. And no one else seemed to notice.

Julia had let go of any hard feelings towards William quite some time ago. Not that there was much to forgive, but she had felt a little hurt after he’d left. So, seeing him tonight was a bit of a surprise. But he did seem to be nice, and she found his charm enjoyable; his laughter was infectious and the way he playfully chatted with the rest of the guys simply made her feel comfortable around him.

In the meantime, a few of Charlie's other friends had left the party, while a few stayed, either joining the group at the table or heading to the dance floor.

Clara, one of their colleagues, approached the table and sat down between Mo and William, across from Julia. "So, Charlie, have you heard about JJ's secret lover?” she playfully asked.

Julia momentarily froze, recalling she had mentioned spending a night with a guy but hadn't exactly told that it was the gentleman sitting right beside her.

"Oh yeah, she mentioned him," Charlie chuckled, raising her eyebrows a few times, "Mr. Mystery."

Julia could sense William listening attentively from the corner of her eye, sensing that they were talking about him.

"So, JJ, are we ever gonna hear more about this mysterious gentleman and maybe even meet him?" Clara asked with a grin.

Julia tried to remain composed and replied nonchalantly, "Well, I don't think he'd be up for it. Besides, I don't even know that much about him."

William couldn't help but find amusement in the situation. Julia seemed to be handling it well, trying to downplay the encounter.

"I don't care, I wanna know who this guy is, who's the best sex you've ever had," Clara said, perhaps a bit too loudly, causing Julia to cringe inwardly. William had to suppress a smirk, knowing exactly what Clara was unknowingly talking about.

"The best one-night stand I've ever had," Julia corrected with a playful grin. "But, you know, he left without saying a word or leaving his number, so it doesn’t really matter.”

"Oh, come on! What's his name? We'll find him on social media," Clara persisted.

"We can't, believe me, I've tried," Charlie chimed in. "Do you know how many Wills there are in Toronto?” she chuckled, and Clara laughed along.

At that moment, William had a small internal realisation. Julia had told Charlie she couldn't really remember the guy's name, just that it might have been "Will or something." She had felt a bit embarrassed and hurt when recounting the one-night stand to Charlie and simply wanted to move past it.

He caught Julia's look, noticing her feeling a bit reserved. She simply gave the girls a soft smile, trying to ease the situation.

"Anyways, it's probably for the best," she said calmly, and the girls nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, a guy leaving a total babe like that must be out of his mind," Charlie added with confidence and encouragement. Julia chuckled at her supportive words, aware that William had heard every bit of the conversation.

**

After a short while, they all felt like having another drink, and the lads agreed to have one more before heading out. As Julia went to the bar to order, William took the opportunity to approach her and offer his help in carrying the drinks. She smiled warmly as he approached, but there was a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asked what he was doing.

"Just wanted to help out," William replied simply.

They stood there in silence for a moment before he broke it.

“So… I’m the best sex you’ve ever had?” he said, and Julia couldn’t help but smile and roll her eyes at him.

“Best one-night stand,” she corrected again, “there’s a difference.”

“Oh really,” he chuckled, “well maybe we can do it again? Then it wouldn’t be a one-night stand, and it’d just be the best sex ever,” he winked.

“You're such a cheeky bastard,” Julia said with a grin, slightly rolling her eyes at him again.

“Well - it was great, right?" he stated more than asked.

“It was,” Julia admitted with a soft smile, although she couldn't help but remember waking up slightly disappointed when William had left during the night.

"So, maybe we can repeat the success?” William playfully suggested.

Julia had to restrain herself from saying 'yes' immediately. The truth was it had been amazing with William. She might even have to admit that it indeed had been the best she’d ever had. But a part of her also knew that if she took him home tonight, she could potentially be putting herself in the same hurtful situation again.

William seemed like the type of guy who wasn’t used to getting a ‘no’ from women. He could probably have any girl he wanted and discard them just as easily. Those deep, ocean blue eyes of his had a mesmerising effect on her, and that's what had made her feel vulnerable in the first place. So, she decided that she needed to protect herself. She couldn't afford to let William's charm have this kind of power over her, so it was best for her to resist the temptation and keep their encounter from becoming more.

"No," she replied, chuckling lightly.

William looked a bit puzzled, wondering if he had misread the situation.

Julia leaned in closer to him, her tone softening. "It was great,” she said offering him a friendly smile, "but it was a one-time thing… You made that clear when you sneaked out in the middle of the night," she added with a wink before paying for the drinks and walking away from the bar, drinks in hand.

William stood there, slowly realising that his hasty departure had left a little mark on Julia. While he knew it had only been a one-night stand, he also understood that his actions might have come across as cold and inconsiderate.

He let out a sigh, watching her walk away, before he returned to the table with the other drinks and re-joined the current conversation.

After finishing their drinks, Mitch and Mo were the first to leave, giving Charlie a hug and wishing her a Happy Birthday once again.

Auston tried to play it cool, not wanting to reveal his interest in spending some time alone with Charlie, so he nonchalantly mentioned that he'd stay for a bit longer. Julia chuckled lightly, seeing through his act, finding it amusing.

And about 10 more minutes passed before Julia indicated that she'd head home as well. William, who had just returned from the men's room, had had the same thought. 

Julia hugged Charlie goodbye and then turned to Auston, offering him a friendly smile.

"Be nice to her," she said, giving him a small wink, to which Auston nodded, chuckling in response.

As they stepped out onto the street, William turned to Julia.

“So, how drunk are you?” He asked. The question caught her off guard, but she just gave him a soft smile.

"Not drunk at all, actually. I only had a couple of drinks," she replied. "Why?"

"Just wanted to know if you needed help getting home safely," William said with a soft smirk. "No funny business, I promise," he added, making Julia chuckle a bit.

"Thanks, Wonderboy, but I'm okay," she said. "I'm a big, tough girl, you know - I can tie my own shoes and all," she added with a small wink.

William chuckled and nodded before they went their separate ways.

***

Over the following weeks, Charlie and Julia were rather tied up with work. They were facing an impending deadline, so it was all hands on deck.

Julia had been devoting quite a bit of time with her boss, Andrew, who was a recently separated 35-year-old father of two: Tyler at 8 and Phoebe at 6. He was a busy man as well, so Julia had been offering him a helping hand with his children whenever the department was overloaded with work.

Julia thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Tyler and Phoebe. They were full of energy and a lot of fun; and fortunately, they were also well-behaved. Having a niece of her own, she genuinely embraced playing the role of the fun aunt. And it did seem to be of great help to Andrew, which also made Julia’s workdays much smoother when he wasn't all stressed out and uptight.

Julia naturally also had to FaceTime Camille from time to time, and she had spilled the tea about her second encounter with William. Camille had been baffled hearing about it, but she also found it quite amusing. If anyone knew Julia well, it was Camille. They had lived together for 3 years before they both moved to London, where Julia then moved in with her boyfriend at the time; Ezra. They had developed a close connection over the years, sharing their most embarrassing moments and deepest thoughts and secrets.

Furthermore, Charlie and Julia had also spent a lot of time driving around the city and countryside. Julia had been exhilarated to experience the Canadian nature, which Charlie gladly tagged along to show her. And they were the perfect duo for road trips; Julia loved to drive, and Charlie was a true passenger princess.

In between all the hard work and road journeys, Charlie had also managed to spend some more time with Mitch and his fiancée, Stephanie, who had extended invitations for brunch and coffee to Julia, which she had warmly embraced.

[astrowaffles]

34 headcanons for 34 years

gojo is so fucking old you guys

Megumi taught Gojo swear words, not the other way round. Gojo had a very posh sheltered childhood while Megumi practically grew up on the streets, after all

Gojo & Shoko had a 'if we're still single at 30, let's hunt each other for sport' pact, which lead to him having a panic attack when Shoko gifted him a knife for his 30th birthday. She gave him it on purpose

Nanami once tried to teach Gojo to cook, only to give up 2 minutes in as Gojo tried to explode the oven with his mind (he nearly managed it)

Gojo HAS to match pyjamas with someone over Christmas. It's like a need. It's usually Megumi, but in the past he's roped in Shoko, Geto, Haibara, Utahime, Inumaki, Panda, and even Yaga. This year it's gonna be all the first & second years in a HUGE pyjama party

Shoko once got him in a headlock and nearly killed him. Since then, Gojo has never trusted infinity properly

Gojo likes to act like Itadori is his biological son who he birthed. It's gone so far that Itadori is actually questioning if it's actually true

Nobara spends so much of Gojo's money that he opened a separate bank account for her so she has pocket money

The other kids do get pocket money, but it's like 50p a week

In his free time, Gojo hangs out with Shoko. Yeah, in her lab. He likes to sit on the dissecting table and swing his legs like a little kid

Every year, Shoko makes Gojo a paper crown to wear on his birthday and then rips it up at the end of the day. she uses the shreds to help pack next year's present

Gojo's favourite story is peter pan. He was once given tickets to see it on stage and he literally burst out crying and didn't stop for a week

Gojo refuses to celebrate his birthday until his birth hour, 7am. However, he insists on a separate marking of the occasion for 7am in every time zone. Nearly every hour on his birthday requires a party popper and lots of screaming

If it snows on his birthday he will lie in the snow for hours on end, and then complain that he's cold like it isn't literally his fault

Gets his nails done every valentine's day, and has since roped in literally everyone to this tradition so there's like a week where everyone has pink nails

Insists his eyelashes are naturally long and beautiful. Applies lash serum as often as physically possible without his eyelashes falling out

professional ice skater. professional everything, actually, but sometimes he pretends he isn't so someone else can have some time to shine

likes to listen to controversial (read: conservative and probably misogynistic) news channels. and then blow them up

wears high heels on completely random days

The first years once tried to prank him with a trip wire. Gojo, being the drama queen he is, just floated over it, but didn't insist they take the wire away. They found out why when they all tripped over it the next day, having forgotten it was there T-T

bought beanbags for Megumi's room, not because he particularly favours Megumi, but because the other first years like to hang out in there, so it's basically treated like a common room (he does favour Megumi tho)

Organised a brilliant Christmas play featuring him as Santa, the students as reindeer and Shoko as the special effects for the chimney

Insists on singing hymns every day in December, despite being as atheist as they come. he just likes the tunes

Likes to ruffle students' hair. This has given him five black eyes, nine stubbed toes and one broken pinky, but he still won't stop

Favourite number is 7, and favourite time of day is 12:03

"Favourite colour? I love all the colours! ... Did no-one tell you I'm a bit rainbow myself..?"

Has twelve instagram accounts that all list his job as "stay at home mom"

Terrified of dogs; Megumi found this out aged about 11, and has made very good (evil) use of it since

Clear phone case with an origami heart someone-or-other made him a long time ago; debating switching it to a polaroid Shoko took of them both losing at a bowling alley

Likes to think he keeps up with the times and is super young, when in reality he types with his index fingers, zooms in on everything, and has his brightness at 80% minimum

Claims he will never need glasses because of the Six Eyes. Holds books very close to his face because "all books nowadays are printed so blurrily"

Has heart shaped sunglasses for special occasions

Rizzes up cashiers in order to get a discount (he's a billionaire)

OBSESSED with making powerpoints about useless stuff. "assigning my friends as stationary :3" etc etc

Allergic to tinsel, or so he claims. Literally has tinselitis

[your-averagewriter]

Mistletoe.

Summary: Every year there's a Christmas Dance and this year Nevermore has a little surprise for the students after a slow dance. ((y/n) is a Gorgon and this is (y/n) x Ajax Petropolus).

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: swearing, monsters/creatures? kissing, drinking

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Today is exactly a week and two days before Christmas and the Nevermore Christmas party/dance. Everyone’s excited because of the dance and going home as lots do. However, some stay at the Academy for whatever reasons like me, I don’t go home because I don’t really have a home, my parents are shitty and I don’t have anywhere to go so whenever we go home I always stay at the academy with a few others.

The dance starts in a bit over an hour so I start putting on my dress, a flowing, pale blue dress that I’m linking to the theme of Christmas with the colour of ice. When I went shopping a while ago for the dress I picked out a matching pale blue headscarf to cover my snakes. 

Before taking off my usual dark purple one that matches my uniform check the door and my shared room to make sure that Yoko isn’t in it (for safety reasons obviously).

I swiftly take off my original head scarf and place it down, shaking my head I feel my snakes move around in the new space. Running my hand through my snakes I revel in the short moment of freedom before having to switch over my head scarf.

I hear a knock and then the door clicks open and I desperately try to smooth down my snakes and hide them.

“Yoko! Wait!” I yell, grabbing onto the new head scarf. I scramble to tie it on properly as Yoko is halfway in the room.

“(y/n)? Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, one second, Yoko, my snakes are out!” I say loudly, fiddling with the pins and trying to attach it properly. “Okay, you can come in now,” I say patting and feeling my head making sure none of the snakes are free.

“Sorry, (y/n), I should’ve waited.” She says entering the room.

“It’s fine, I just don’t want to freeze you, especially before the party.” I chuckle.

“You look nice, are you nearly ready?” She asks looking at one of our mirrors and checking her hair.

“Nearly,” I say, uncovering the mirror in front of me and adding some matching blue eye shadow and eyeliner. I quickly add the blue lipstick I bought just for today and stand up, brushing down my dress. “Wow, Yoko, you look really pretty!” I say slightly fawning over her.

“You look great too, how did you manage to match everything.” She says looking at all my blue features.

“Lots of shopping.” I chuckle. “Shall we go?” I ask grabbing my phone and slipping it into my, again, matching bag, a small handbag.

We make our way down to the ballroom, giggling and meeting up with others along the way. When we get there we immediately head over to the drinks bars. I pour myself a cup looking around at everyone else, looking at their outfits, everyone looks amazing. 

As I’m scanning everyone’s outfits I meet eyes with Ajax. An extremely cute guy who I may or may not have had a crush on for a while. He’s a Gorgon like me, and he looks really good tonight. He’s wearing a white jacket with a matching beanie and an adorable smile on his face. I smile back at him before I awkwardly look away and sip my drink before hurrying back to Yoko and our group of friends.

We talk and dance for a bit before I see Enid and Wednesday standing together with another guy who I don’t know. I head over to them.

“Hey, guys,” I say, clutching my drink, I’m always nervous about meeting new people. 

“OMG!” Enid says, quite high-pitched. “You look so good!”

“Thanks, Enid, you look really nice as well. You two look good too.” I say with a smile. “I-uhh-I don’t believe we’ve met?” I say to the guy next to Wednesday and I hold out my hand. “I’m (y/n).” I introduce myself and we shake hands.

“Tyler. Do you go here too then?”

“Yeah, I’m a Gorgon,” I say pointing to my headscarf.

“Oh cool.” He says and the conversation continues.

After a while, I finish my drink and head back to get another. Walking over to the drinks bowl I grab onto the ladle, spooning the odd-coloured drink into my cup I bump into Ajax.

“Hey (y/n).” He says, his hand on the back of his neck. 

“Oh, hey Ajax,” I say with a smile, suddenly nervous because of his presence. We’ve talked before, you could even call us friends but he still makes me nervous. His smile gives me butterflies.

Our conversation is interrupted by an announcement.

“Hello, Nevermore!” I hear whoops and cheering. “It’s nearly Christmas so we’ve got a little surprise for you but first we’re gonna put on a slow song so find a partner and start dancing.”

I look at the bowl, eyes set on the ladle as I get slightly panicked.

“Do you, uhh, wanna dance?” I hear Ajax ask offering his hand to me, slightly nervous.

“Yeah, why not?” I ask and I hold his hand as we make our way to the dance floor.

The song starts playing and everyone is dancing slowly, I say dancing, I mean passive swaying so we join in. My hands rest around his neck and his lie on my waist as we stare at each other in the eyes.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers to me.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad either.” I say with a quiet laugh before suddenly getting a burst of confidence and leaning forward to rest my head on his chest. We both move closer to each other. “Is this okay?” I whisper not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“It’s more than okay.” He whispers back and I can hear his smile in his voice then the rest of the dance is silent. The only sound I can hear is his heartbeat.

The song ends and the DJ starts speaking again.

“So, now for the surprise, I told you guys about earlier.” 

We’ve separated but he still has hold of my hand which gives me butterflies again. It feels like he could do anything and I’d still get butterflies.

“3, 2, 1…” The DJ counts down and I look around for the surprise to see lots of mistletoe drop-down, now hanging from the ceiling.

My eyes widen as I look at all the mistletoe and now kissing couples. I look at Ajax and he’s already looking at me.

“Can I… kiss you?” He asks slowly, presumably nervous. I nod before he leans down and pushes his lips against mine. They’re warm and slide against my lips I feel his hands snake around my waist as my arms tighten around his neck pulling him down and closer to me. I thought his lips would be rougher but they’re just as soft as mine if not more so and I relish in the feeling of having him close to me. Slowly, I pull away and press my forehead to his with a smile. Looking into his eyes, he smiles back. 

“Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks with an adorable smile on his face.

I press my lips against his again before resuming the position with a smile. 

“Is that a yes?” He asks jokingly.

“Yes.” I say with a chuckle pulling him into a hug. 

He kisses the top of my head and squeezes my hand.

-

AN: I really enjoyed Wednesday and I loved Ajax, he's so cute.

I still have some requests to work through, I'm really sorry to those who requested a while ago and I haven't gotten to them yet. I started freelance writing professionally and I've just been a bit busy but now it's Christmas I might be able to get through some.

Also if you'd like a part 2 I have an idea for one and I might just write it anyways.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Tagged by @the73rdpostscript thank you so much for thinking of me ☺️ I should be trying to go back to sleep (I’m so jetlagged), but what can I say? The narrative arc of you reheating your curry made me decide to play this immediately instead of in “the morning” 😂

last song: Hot To Go by Chappell Roan

currently reading: nothing at the mo. Unless my WIPs count— gotta finish up those things

last film: snippets of Captain America: The First Avenger and Return of the King, as seen from between the headrests of the guy in front of me on the plane. He had excellent taste in movies.

currently watching: did a real rewatch of Shadow and Bone with my beloved mama just before I left home. Shadow and Bone is almost constant background noise for me, but it was so great to properly watch it again and show it to someone I love. Her favourite characters were Nikolai, Nina, and Mal. Immaculate taste. (Save Shadow and Bone!)

currently craving: romance and security and unconditional love— it’s yearning o’clock for some reason. Has been for a couple days now. Huge eyeroll.

currently consuming: my tumblr dashboard. Like a hungry hungry hippo. I swear once I finish writing this, I’ll go back to bed 😭

three ships: Jesper/Wylan, Joe/Nicky, and Kaz/Inej

first ship: the first ship I wrote for and actually introduced shipping as a concept to me was kurt/blaine when I was like, 12, and I am a little not ashamed!

favourite colour: yellow! At the moment

currently working on: my little wesper kiss prompts in my inbox, a 5 +1 outside pov fic for the engagement series, the next chapter of Spare Prayer, and as always, the next chapter of Between Hope and Desperation. That’s the priority right now 😭

Tagging: @liggytheauthoress @kezzzx @jazzythursday and @spacegirlsgang

Now I’m going back to bed, for real this time. Promise.

[nyotamalfoy]

First Impressions Pt. 2

Ram Charan x fem!reader

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE IN POSTING THIS! I actually have my last exam tomorrow and i now realise i should probably be studying for that but here we are :) this is actually a bit longer than part 1 but oh well, hope you enjoy!

again, no disrespect to his wife obv

warnings: harassment, swearing (like 2 words)

Part 1 || Part 2

-Previously-

Suddenly, she hears a voice, a very familiar voice, before feeling a presence behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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“Ram, hurry up! Kabse wait kar rahe hai yaar hum.” (Ram, hurry up! We’ve been waiting for so long, dude.)

“You don’t need to shout Tarak, I’m right here, in front of you, not even 3 metres away,” Ram playfully glowered at him while lacing his boots up properly.

“Well, he’s not wrong though, we have been waiting for so long. Even I got ready before you and it’s my friend we’re going to see,” Alia chimed in, coming to stand next to Tarak.

“Exactly, it’s your friend and we’re meeting her for the first time. First impressions matter, you know,” Ram says in a serious voice that contrasts with the comical expression on his face.

“Are you sure it’s only that? Nothing else?” Tarak questions him accusingly, with a sly smile on his face. He had seen the way Ram’s expression had changed and watched as his face lit up when Alia showed them Y/N’s photos for the first time. Tarak knew his brother was excited to meet this girl and going by Alia’s opinion of her, she really did sound like a pure soul.

Ram stood up, all ready to go, and looked at both of them with a bored expression, “Tum dono ki bakwaas khatam ho gayi ho toh chalein?” (If both of you have finished talking bullshit, can we go?)

Tarak and Alia shared a knowing look as they watched Ram lower his head trying to hide the faint colour in his cheeks. But he played it off really cool and like his usual calm and collected self, he walked to the door and held it open for them.

“I see, chivalry is not dead,” Alia says as she thanks him and smirks to herself. 

“Shut up.”

They decided to just take Ram’s car as they were all going together anyway. He also chose to drive himself and not call his driver tonight because the restaurant wasn’t too far away from their hotel.

“Do you think she’ll like this surprise? Like we were meant to meet her tomorrow and today was just going to be you two catching up?” Ram glances at Alia in the rear-view mirror and asks her.

He had started to rethink this, what if Y/N got upset that they crashed her and Alia’s reunion? What if it got really awkward because they had nothing to talk about? What if she didn’t like him?

He was suddenly pulled back to reality when Alia replied, “Chill, yaar, we’ll tell her our whole thought process na like you guys wanted to go to the same restaurant and we were going to go together tomorrow anyway so we just thought to move it up to today. And about us catching up, tum dono humko baat nahi karne doge kya?” Her phone buzzed and she paused to read the message, then continued sarcastically, “Can you drive any slower? She’s reached there already.” (“…us catching up, won’t you two let us talk?”).

Ram shook his head with a small smile, the worry dissipating a bit after Alia’s reassurance. He just wanted to make a good first impression, he didn’t know why he cared so much but something pulled him to her, like a sort of connection which he couldn’t name yet. It was the reason why he had butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about her.

“Accha hum pohonch gaye. Tu kahan jaa raha hai!” Tarak said, his voice raising at the end as he looked at the restaurant passing by. He turned to Ram and noticed that he didn’t even hear him. He snapped his fingers in front of Ram’s face and watched as he whipped his head towards him. (“Okay, we’ve reached. Where are you going!”)

“Huh? Kya hua?” (“Huh? What happened?”)

Tarak told him that they passed the restaurant and shook his head as he turned towards Alia to make sure she witnessed the same thing he did. Judging by the smirk on her face, she was definitely thinking along the same lines as him.

They finally got out of the car and walked across the parking lot towards the door. They waited in line at the podium just like everyone else and took the time to take a look around them, pleasantly assessing their choice of place for tonight.

Ram felt a strange uneasy feeling as soon as he stepped foot inside the ambient restaurant. He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but he knew something was off, his eyes subtly scoping out the floor and the public. He leaned over Tarak’s shoulder to glance at the blind spot in his assessment, the bar area. And he knew.

He was seldom wrong in his gut feelings and this time wasn’t an exception. Ram grit his teeth at the scene playing in front of him. People will never change, he thought as the girl leaned back uncomfortably to put some distance between her and the man, who still, if his hand placement on her back was anything to go by, hadn’t taken the hint that she wasn’t at all interested.

Ram had only taken a step out of the line to get to the bar before Tarak asked him where he was going. He nodded towards the situation without taking his eyes off of them and his eyes widened as the man turned the girl’s bar stool towards him. The girl’s face came into view, and he blanched.

“Alia, is that her?” Alia followed Ram’s line of sight and gasped. The man had his hands on Y/N’s neck, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. The fear on her face was fuelling Ram’s anger. 

They were called next in line to the podium, but it fell on deaf ears as Ram started towards the bar, Alia a step behind him. Tarak quickly talked to the hostess before following his friends. He couldn’t believe that disgusting man’s audacity to harass a girl like this in a busy restaurant and he also couldn’t believe how no one else had noticed anything wrong. But then again, he wasn’t at all surprised.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ram hands were itching to straight up punch the guy, Alia’s hand on his elbow was the only thing stopping him from doing just that. He stared at the man’s hand still resting menacingly on Y/N’s neck.

“Who are you to ask me th-” The man arrogantly started to reply.

“Haath hata,” Tarak interrupted him, his voice eerily calm and his face emotionless, though you could see his eyes raging with anger. (“Move your hand.”)

“Nahi toh? Kya karloge tum log? Behen lagti hai kya tumhari?” He asked with a disgusting tone to his voice.

Ram felt the white-hot anger pulsing through his body. Alia took her hands off him and smirked at the man. “Y/N, come with me.” She watched as Y/N slowly turned her watery eyes away from the ground and looked at her. Alia helped her off the stool and slip out of the man’s hands as he watched in disbelief.

“Where do you think you’re taking her?” He held out a hand to stop them but soon found it to be a mistake as Tarak grabbed that hand and twisted it behind his back. He didn’t even get a chance to let out a scream as Ram slapped him open-handed across his face sending him straight to the floor.

Y/N watched, her lips slightly parted, as the man did not get up. Alia looked at Y/N’s face and let out a faint smile before turning her attention back to the two handsome men walking towards them leaving the sorry excuse for a human on the floor behind them unconscious.

“Are you okay?” Ram asked, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She blinked rapidly to get back to her senses before finding the strength to answer.

“Yeah, I think,” She nodded slowly with a question mark apparent on her face. She wanted to cry thinking of the first time something like this happened and how there was no one there to save her then. But she looked at Alia standing by her side, then at Ram and Tarak and felt tears of relief building up in her eyes. “I really don’t know how to thank you guys, I-”

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, we’re here now.” Tarak went to lay his hands on her shoulders to comfort her but hesitated realising that the girl had just met them for the first time and might not be comfortable with someone touching her in any way.

Thankfully for him, Alia took over and put her arm around Y/N’s shoulders shushing her softly as she sniffled and struggled to control her emotions.

Ram watched all this with an unreadable expression, he knew there was something deeper hidden within her past and this particular incident seemed to have triggered those memories. He wanted to ask her, but he knew this was not the time for that. He wanted to hug her and keep her safe in his arms forever. His hands itched to hold her, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Y/N slowly looked up from Alia’s shoulder and wiped her tears. She looked around and let out a sheepish laugh, still sniffling.

“Quite the first impression huh?” Y/N said turning her eyes to the floor again. “Let’s start again. Hi, I’m Y/N, really nice to meet you guys.”

Ram looked down at her hand outstretched for a handshake and his eyes shone with a hint of pity at how good she was at pushing aside her emotions. He looked back up at her eyes and let out a small smile seeing a slightly brighter tinge to them.

Tarak stared at Ram waiting for him to shake her hand, but he didn’t move a muscle. They were quite content staring into each other’s eyes. He looked at Alia and smiled mischievously, she widened her eyes and furiously shook her head at him. Tarak was not going to let this one slide, so he grabbed Y/N’s outstretched hand from where it was in front of Ram with both his hands and shook it enthusiastically. He gave a proper smile when he realised, he had been successful in grabbing both their attentions.

“Hello! My name is Tarak, very nice to meet you too!” He could feel Ram’s annoyed glare on the side of his head at which point he heard Y/N chuckle and he finally let go of her hand.

“Ram,” He put his hand out for Y/N to shake and shifted his gaze back to her, giving her a soft smile.

Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening, she was really shaking hands with one of her biggest celebrity crushes ever and he was looking at her with the cutest expression on his face. Two of her favourite celebrities had saved her from a horrifying ordeal. She tried to compose herself and be normal so as to not embarrass her friend who was the reason behind this though she knew Alia wouldn’t mind it at all.

After a while, they had finished their dinner and decided to go out for dessert. They all piled into Ram’s car and drove to an ice cream stall near a bridge.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Alia asked Tarak, pointing with her ice cream cone toward Ram and Y/N walking a bit ahead of them on the bridge.

“Probably something deep and meaningful knowing Ram,” Tarak said licking some of his ice cream that was starting to drip down.

“Yeah, I think so too, Y/N is exactly the type for all that talk.” Alia agreed, looking at her friends talking softly.

Little did they know, Ram and Y/N’s conversation was far beyond the realm of meaningful.

“No, but like, if you were actually a worm, what type would you be?” Y/N asked, licking her ice-cream, deep in thought.

“The one that grows into a butterfly,” Ram answered, nonchalantly and without any hint of a joke.

“That’s a caterpillar, but it’s cool. I’d probably be the black ones the curl in on themselves at the slightest touch.”

“Don’t all worms do that though?”

“WAIT-” Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked up from her ice-cream.

They both looked at each other like they discovered something ground-breaking, and then the very next moment, they burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, a few metres behind them, Alia and Tarak tasted and smelled their ice creams just to check if there was even a hint of alcohol in it, for their friends had taken to sitting haphazardly on the sidewalk holding their stomachs as they laughed without a care in the world.

Alia and Tarak looked at each other then returned their knowing gazes to Ram and Y/N and they too started giggling.

“Quite the first impression indeed.”

a/n: thoughts?

tagging: @burningsheepcrown @dumdaradumdaradum @ramarajusimp @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @nerdreader @thewinchestergirl1208 @budugu @phoenix666stuff @yehsahihai @ramcharam im so sorry if i forgot someone 🥹 pls lmk if u wanna be added/removed

[too-destiny-panda]

Wyllvember Day 27: Genre Swap - Sci-Fi

A/N: Only three days left in Wyllvember! Time passed by so fast! Some of you may notice I din't post anything yesterday, and the reason for that is that I decided to use that day as a break, since I began feeling a little burnt out. Plus, I already did a similar prompt during Wyllweek, and I felt like I would be repeating myself anyways, so it all worked out! I still made today's prompt slightly longer to make up for it, so I hhope you like it! Tagging @sagscrib and @commander-yinello WC: 921

The alarms blared as personnel rushed through corridors, the overhead speakers almost completely drowned out by the various shouts and footsteps.

Attention, the vessel is under attack. All personnel please man your stations. Attention, the vessel is under attack. All personnel, please man your stations. Attention…

The robotic voice continued to repeat its automated sequence. You were rushing too, hastily buttoning up the front of your uniform to at least be somewhat presentable. If your body was destined to be found floating space, you would at least look decent damn it! Gods, why did this have to happen while you were sleeping? Though you supposed it made sense to target a mostly sleeping ship, but weren’t there at least AIs for some of these things? And you’re pretty sure the more important workstations, such as yours, has a rotation of staff. Ugh. If this happened because your shift replacement dozed off… Come on, sure, merchant ships have a tight budget, but surely, they can afford to hire reliable people to monitor communications and frequencies, right? Right.

As you sprinted down the hallway, towards the bridge, familiar footsteps joined you in tandem. Your friend, with whom you have been taking jobs since you graduated, is running alongside you, not nearly as panicky as the others you have passed, but definitely the grumpiest.

“One of the kids didn’t monitor the radar properly,” they huffed out, air beginning to be in short supply, as the dormitories were practically on the opposite side of the very big ship. “I swear, once I get my hands on the fucking walnut that didn’t turn on the stealth detection mode—”

A sudden, harsh impact, sent both of you sprawling on the floor, skidding to a stop a few feet in front of the bridge. Now the flashing lights turned on, their red colour signalling that someone unauthorized is currently trying to board the vessel. You hoped the airlock would hold for only a little while longer. You pull yourself up, hauling your friend with you and finally stumble onto the bridge, which is in even worse shape than you thought. The captain is nowhere to be found, multiple sections are arguing and blaming each other, it is utter and total chaos. You note with a sour scowl that your station, which should be occupied at all times, is conspicuously empty. You rush over to it, beginning to send out a distress signal, as well as shutting down and locking all doors leading to the airlock, hoping to at least slow down the pirates.

As that is all you can do, you check the register to see who was supposed to be here, only to find it empty, the slot blank. You blink, once, twice, before you realise that whoever was here was probably a mole. You groan. This is why you didn’t like merchant ships. Too cheap for their own good and they often don’t bother with the goddamn background checks. You yell towards another sector asking who was here before you. The answer didn’t disclose much, other than letting you know it was a new guy, scrawny and jumpy. At least you have witnesses you did everything right. And from the sound of it, you weren’t alone as your illustriously well-spoken companion began cursing up a storm about whoever was hired onto their position.

Panic grew as someone screeched that the airlock has been breached, now arguments were being made on who would get to leave in the escape pods instead. You were just about to cry out of both frustration and fear, when a booming voice carried itself over the commotion.

“Calm yourselves, my good folks, there is nothing to fear, for I, the Blade of Frontiers, will take care of the pirates and keep you safe!”

His words had an effect, the cacophony of sounds quieting down as everyone looked towards the young human standing in place of the captain (who no doubt already fled). You studied this new arrival sceptically. You didn’t really pay attention to the rumours about this new space hero, who would defeat fleets of pirates singlehandedly and end rings of slavers without breaking a sweat. Understandably, you doubted most of those things were true and therefore tuned out of any conversation that brough him up. Who could blame you? Such feats often couldn’t be accomplished by entire squadrons, let a lone a lone person, who by the looks of it was in his early 20’s. He was handsome enough to be a hero, you admit, and his charisma was undeniable. You wracked your memory as to how such a well-known person made its way onto the ship, before settling on the explanation you were probably too busy working to pay attention to gossip about passengers.

You watched as he gave a few directions, before turning to you.

“My good citizen, would you mind opening the doors leading to the airlock? You can lock the rest. Do not worry, I will take care of everything”.

You simply nodded at him and did as he asked, watching in disbelief as he unsheathed an actual sword and rushed head on towards the enemy. You could only shake your head, sharing a look with your friend as another crew member began displaying the camera footage of your potential saviour. You would find out soon enough that all the stories were true, and that this was not the last time you would work together.

[bobfloydluvsblackwomen]

high school crush | robin buckley

pairing: robin buckley x black!fem!reader

warnings: aged up college robin (20 years old), making out, boob play, teasing, hints to masturbation

words: 1.3k (1340)

every college party you had gone to since starting college had been immensely boring, even the small house parties that steve harrington used to throw back in high school were way better. you manoeuvred your way through the crowd and decided to chill outside by the pool with your drink in hand.

what you were not expecting was a familiar face, robin buckley and steve harrington stood in the corner chatting away so you decided to approach them.

“buckley and harrington in the flesh, haven’t seen you guys in a while.” you give them your best smile and pretend not to notice when steve nudges robin into replying, “hey y/n.” is all she says before steve moves to speak.

“how have you been? i didn’t know you came to this college?” you hear steve’s words and you reply accordingly but your brain isn’t focused on the words coming out of your mouth because of the girl stood in front of you.

you had figured out your sexuality back in your last year of high school and after many nights spent in denial, you were now a proud lesbian and you were secretly hoping robin was too. i mean she was the one who made you realise this about yourself after all, “you look good robin.” you turn your body to face her properly and in the corner of your eye you see steve leave the two of you alone.

“oh! uh thank you! i think you look really good too but i mean you always did back in high school— not that i watched you back in high school i just happened to see you a lot because we’re in the same grade and we had a lot of classes together.” robin wringed her hands nervously before chewing at the skin on her lips. you can’t help but let out a giggle at her rambles and you inch closer.

the colour pink instantly dusts over robin’s cheeks and her ears go red. “robin buckley do i, y/n l/n, make you nervous?” you’re close to her, very close to her, very very close and you’re loving this, you’ve got robin right where you wanted her. she’s told you everything you needed to know without you having to ask her a single question.

“what?— no i just ramble a lot when i’m around people, because you know it’s people and my mind has a lot to say and i can’t keep up with it—.” you take her hand and lead her through the house, up the stairs and into the first bathroom you can find. the people in the house are too drunk to pay attention to two girls whose hands are linked.

once you’re in the bathroom you lock the door and hop onto the counter besides the sink. robin however opts to stand against the door, staring at you with wide eyes. “i don’t bite.” you tell her as your eyes travel from the bottom of her body to the top, “unless you want me to.” you make an attempt to make eye contact with but it’s futile, robin’s eyes are darting all across the room as she avoids you completely, her face is redder than ever before as her jaw hangs slightly open.

she’s flustered by once sentence. god, she was so cute. “c’mere buckley.” you call her forward with your index finger and like a lost puppy she comes forward but not close enough so you grab her by the blue suspenders she has on so that your noses are practically touching.

“ha, what are you— what are you doing?” robin lets out and her breath is raspier than usual, she was killing you and she didn’t even know it. “i have a question for you but i feel like i already know the answer but stop me if i’m wrong.”

robin nods her head slowly with furrowed eyebrows.

“do you like girls? and i don’t mean as friends.” robin’s eyes avert yours as lies stumble out of her mouth, “i mean me? no way, girls are pretty but in the way that everyone is pretty so i don’t really think i like girls.” she gave you a small smile before clearing her throat, “what about you?”

“i like girls. a lot.” you tell her and you watch as robin’s eyes widen and you swear you see excitement in them too. “that’s good to know!” she replies eagerly.

“now buckley, are you gonna tell me the truth or do i have to kiss it out of you.” you tilt your head and watch as robin’s cheek dust pink again, it’s slowly becoming one of your favourite things to do. making robin flustered.

“i…uh- well-,” you roll your eyes jokingly and close the distance between the two of you, you kiss her softly and slowly, your hands drop down from her suspenders to robin’s hands that are currently fumbling around. you take her hands and put one on your waist and the other one on your breast.

you smile into the kiss when you hear robin moan slightly and you feel her kiss you harder, squeeze your waist harder and she pinches your nipple leaving you to now groan into her mouth.

“so you know what you’re doing huh?” you pull away from robin glad to see that your lipgloss has smudged all over her lips. “i only did what i do to myself when i’m— you know.”

“touching yourself? why don’t you show me what else you do?” your finger travels down robin’s shirt and down her trousers, hooking itself around one of the belt loops and pulling her closer in between your legs so that your flush against her chest. “you used to be in band right? i know you’ve got pretty fingers.”

robin stares you, completely enamoured as you speak to her and she finds a new found confidence within herself as her fingers find their way underneath your skirt as they rub over your panties. she continues to rub over your core, reeling from the wet spot that was created because of her.

“robin, don’t tease. trust me i’ve been waiting for this since senior year.” you whisper in her ear. “senior year!?” robin gasps, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“robin, i promise we can talk about this later but please.” you rut against her finger needily and she can’t help but smirk.

knock knock “i gotta pee!” you let out a groan of frustration as the knocks on the door become bangs and the voice outside becomes more familiar. “buckley did you hear me? i saw you go in here.”

you roll your eyes at steve as you bring robin closer one more time, kissing her with vigour before jumping off the counter and interlocking your fingers with hers, you can feel her apprehension about this public display of affection, “no one will notice, they’re too drunk.” you reassure her as you unlock the door.

“oh, you’re not robin— oh you are robin though.” the smirk on steve harrington’s face grows as he watches robin trail out of the bathroom hand in hand, suspenders slightly messy, he leans closer and dabs robin’s lips, when he realises it’s definitely lipgloss something robin does not own he claps her back. “alright robin!” he turns to you with an even bigger grin, “she’s had the biggest crush on you since she was like 15 is what she told me, crazy how our dreams come true huh?”

“steve!” robin hits her friend’s shoulder as you laugh. “we can talk about it later but harrington i’m sure you don’t mind if i steal your friend?”

“nope! she’s all yours to take! just as long as you bring bf back in time for our shift.” he sends you a thumbs up with a grin and you tighten the hold on robin’s hand, “come on then, you can tell me all about your little crush on me.” robin rolls her eyes but follows you through the overcrowded house with a grin.

i need a girlfriend and i need one now

[maritime-melodies-multiverse]

Maritime Melodies Across the Multiverse

It's so confusing travelling between universes. The space between is an actual place, but not really. It's representative of where you... you know what? Forget it.

It's about midnight, when things calm down and get sorted out with the police. Marie hides in the shadows, and Callie tries to explain. They... don't understand the multiverse, and even the idiot's guide with the rock goes over their heads. Maybe Callie shouldn't have opened her mouth, and just left them be. One bad explanation later, Marie quickly punched in some numbers into the watch, specifically '928'. That number alone, didn't ring any bells for Callie. She just thought it was like... co-ordinates? Or... something else. It's important.

"What does the watch thingie do?" She decided to sling a question at Marie, entranced by... the screen... and the shiny metal...

"It's a device that lets us travel between universes. It's extremely fragile. Don't be stupid, and break it like you always do."

...break it? Like... she always does?

Callie pulls away. She's never broken any of Marie's things. She's never touched them. Is this an alternative version of herself? Who was this Callie, that Marie was familiar with? She must've been an entirely different person, and that freaked her the shell out. "I wouldn't, Marie, I swear. I've never broken anything on purp-"

"Yeah. You have. Quit lying."

Her 'cousin', begins to walk away, and fire up the portal. It's an orange matrix of holograms going into an abyss. It looks similar to the watch. She heaves a sigh, and gives her some instructions about going through.

"Word of warning, before we go in. If you land face first, you'll hit the ground and it'll hurt. I learnt that the hard way, so make sure you land feet first." Marie said, opening a portal. Objects and rubble hovered above the ground, alerting the police officers. Was... was that... Marie? None of them dare approach. The entire force was already confused enough with the Lobster.

The Lobster!

"Shouldn't we worry about the... the dude? The bad guy?" Callie asked, turning and looking at the unconscious thing on the ground. He looked... broken, ass thoroughly kicked. Marie thought the same, but the way she viewed it, that was a good thing.

"Oh, yeah. Take him with us. We'll need him before he glitches out of existence."

Callie shot her cousin a glare of disbelief. Glitch... out of existence? She turned her gaze back to him, and almost on cue... he started to freak out. Colours that she had never seen before zipped in and out of reality, and contorted his body in ways that shouldn't be possible. It surprised her, and she yelped in response to his convulsion.

Now, she hesitated to touch him and bring him back. She didn't wanna touch him while he was doing that. That's so weird. She hates it. But... Marie, or at least... this Marie wouldn't leave until they got him. So... she picked him up, and dragged him by the ankles.

This guy isn't squishy like an Inkling. He has fuzz on his face. Weeeiiiiird. She feels around, out of curiosity, and immediately regrets doing so.

"Marie. This guy is a real weirdo. He's proportioned wrong and has hard stuff inside his legs." She hollers to Marie, wanting to break the uncomfortable vibes of carrying a thing like the Lobster.

"Those are bones, Callie. That's a human being."

"...Oh. Okay."

She takes a second to process that she just beat up a long-extinct species. After contemplating, she webs up his ankles and drags him by that before tossing him into the portal. "You too," Marie declared, and kicked her cousin in as well, "we're all going."

And like that, Shellendorf Institute, is left with only the police.

The next thing Callie can see properly is a tunnel guiding her across the multiverse. Looking out, it felt like a shifting, chaotic mess of galactic fireworks. Blips of stars and planets appearing and disappearing at random. Little specks of light, flying across just like she and Marie were. It's fantastic. It's terrifying. It's awe-inspiring. It's maddening. It's everything she's ever seen and nothing she's ever seen.

How long has this been kept from her?

A cold wind rushes past her, snapping her back to reality. In the distance, she catches a bead of light forming. Closer, and closer still, before a blinding white light forces her to close her eyes.

"OH! WE'RE GOING FASTER THAN I'D LIKE-"

THUD!

The two land, with the Lobster in tow. Callie had remembered to land feet first, and although angry at her 'cousin', Marie gave a thumbs up. That mask of hers wasn't the best at depicting emotion, so she had to substitute. She thought a thumbs up was a good way to ask if she's okay, without showing it on her face.

"You good?"

"...yeah... I'm good."

As her eyes adjust, Callie stares out at the sprawling complex of bridges, towers, paths... the works. It's almost too much for her to handle. People of all shapes and sizes, were walking up them. They were wall crawling up them, just like how she would. The powder white pillars climbing high into the air, branching off at points where they intersected with a bridge or an entrance. The sheer amount of light in this place reminded her of an airy, open temple. The architecture jogged her memory of something else as well. The watch. It shared a similar design mantra as the watch, with those hard angles. Perhaps not as clean and snow white as the buildings, but they certainly had the same... 'style.'

More people like the Lobster are going about their business. They're just like him. Some are larger, some are thinner... but they all have that weird fuzz, if it's on their suits.

They're all like he-

Oh! Ah. Ow... oohh. Okay. Yeah. That. That's a lo...t...

Her Spider-Sense goes haywire, and Callie clutches her head for a few seconds. Marie waits close by, the Lobster twitching. He's still alive. Both him, and Callie come to, and Callie is once again looking around.

"WH-HEY! GET THIS STUFF OFF ME!" The Lobster brazenly blurts out, thrashing and writhing like a fly in a spider web. Marie seems to take notice to his flailing, and what surprises Callie and the Lobster is that she speaks in the same tongue as him.

"No. We're going send home." Marie responds in broken English, to the Lobster. He seems to understand, but still looks like he'll murder them both. That is, until another human walks by, and seems to understand that there's a villain. They pick him up, and Marie says her thanks to them.

...off he goes, then.

Never to be seen by Callie or Marie again.


"Where's he going...?" Callie asks her cousin. She's curious. How will they send him home? Do they find his home universe... and then drop him off there? She has so many questions about how large this place is, and... how Marie got that watch.

"Not important. You don't need to worry, so don't. What you don't know, is good for you."

Shit... was Marie always this harsh on Callie? Yeah, she's sarcastic, and won't ever give you a straight answer, but she was never flat out rude. It gives Callie a feeling of unease, as they start to navigate the complex. "This is the er, Spider-Society. It's a multiversal group of elite Spider-People who make sure the multiverse doesn't collapse, and I'm one of 'em." She explains to Callie, giving a fist bump to a passing Spider who seems to know them.

"Hold on a second, Spider-People?" She questions Marie. How many...

"Yeah. Spider-People. Turns out, there's a whole lot of us, and it's not just one guy. They're all different, and shell, you'll see a couple who are from similar universes to us."

"Like... more of me and you?"

"Nah."

"Like them."

(YAAAAHOOO!! had this sitting around in my docs for a short while now and finally decided to put it here. feel free to season with salt and pepper