#good luck to whoever else pulls!!

[gaydexvocaloid]

lasso tool redraw of the canary sings in a quagmire kaito card ^__^

( ( PLEASE KAITO FIRST 10 PULL COME HOME PLEASE PLEAS )))

[radarsteddybear]

Sometimes you just gotta write 1500+ words of a resignation letter you will never send because your employer has done something that is so beyond the pale that you have to let it out somewhere.

[imheretoreadafic]

There is an absurd amount of juice boxes in the Watchtower.

At first, they thought J'onn was the one purchasing and stashing them. It made sense. They're good for when you have low blood sugar, are dehydrated or lost blood. They're also tasty! And everyone knows how much J'onn likes sugary drinks and snacks.

But when Clark asks J'onn where he buys them, he gives him an odd look and says, "I do not purchase those."

Everyone interrogates him about who it is, but the alien is nothing but a man of his word and apparently promised whoever purchased them he wouldn't tell. It becomes a whole thing, obviously, because they won't let it go.

Bets are made about who the Juice Giver is. The younger members ask the Juice Giver for good luck before going on missions, and the older members are trying their absolute hardest to figure it out.

Then, Nightwing joins temporarily for a global wide meta human and alien kidnapping ring and is loopy from blood loss after being stabbed and stitched up. Batman is by his side in the medical area, cooing softly to him. Then, he pulls a juice box out of his belt.

Wally, who was also injured and is getting patched up on the cot next to them, gasps at the recognizable juice box brand. "YOURE THE JUICE GIVER!!" He literally screams, making Nightwing jump.

Batman's eyes widen, and he goes to shush him, but it's too late. Everyone with super hearing is busting through the door, and everyone else is following them. He sighs and resigns himself to the following chaos while helping his kid not stab himself in the eye with his straw.

[pucksandpower]

Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x wife!Reader

Summary: congrats … it’s a boy!

You wake up to the sound of the apartment door closing, followed by Charles’ familiar footsteps down the hallway. Sunlight streams in through the curtains as he enters the bedroom, still dressed in his sweaty workout clothes.

“Mon amour, you’ll never believe what just happened,” he says, unable to contain his excitement.

You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What is it, babe?”

“I adopted Oscar Piastri.”

You blink a few times, unsure if you heard that correctly. “You … adopted Oscar Piastri? The McLaren driver?”

“Yes!” Charles exclaims, flopping down on the bed beside you. “It all started when he tweeted about wanting to find Monégasque roots so the Monaco Grand Prix could be his home race.”

“Okay ...” You try to wrap your head around this bizarre situation.

“So I replied saying I could just adopt him if needed. And you know how Oscar is, always ready with a witty comeback.” Charles grins. “He said to call him Oscar Jack Piastri-Leclerc and that he wants to meet Leo on Thursday at McLaren.”

“Charles ...” You can’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity. “You can’t just adopt a fully-grown man! Especially another F1 driver!”

“Why not?” He throws his arm around you, pulling you close. “We’re gonna be one big happy family. The two of us, Leo, Oscar, Ollie, and whoever else we decide to adopt along the way.”

You playfully shove him away. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe a little.” Charles winks. “But you love me for it.”

Rolling your eyes, you get out of bed and head for the kitchen, Charles trailing behind. “So does this mean Oscar is coming for family dinner this Thursday?”

“Of course! We have to celebrate properly.” Charles scoops Leo up from his bed, cradling the puppy in his arms. “What do you say, Leo? You ready to have another big brother?”

Leo licks Charles’ face, tail wagging excitedly. You lean against the counter, watching your husband and puppy with a fond smile.

“I suppose I’ll have to set an extra place at the table,” you muse. “Your mother is going to flip when she finds out about this.”

“Maman keeps asking when we’ll give her grandchildren, she’ll be thrilled!” Charles insists. “Who wouldn’t want Oscar as a grandson?”

You snort at that. “Grandson? You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I’m serious!” He sets Leo down and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “We can make it official. Have a baby shower and everything once this weekend is over with.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You shake your head in amused exasperation, resting your hands on his chest.

Charles leans in close, his warm breath fanning across your face. “Admit it, my particular brand of crazy kinda does it for you.”

You bite your lip to stifle a grin. “Keep talking and maybe I’ll consider it.”

His eyes spark with mischief and he dips his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You melt against him, tangling your fingers in his hair and kissing him back with equal fervor. A loud bark from Leo breaks you apart, both slightly flushed.

“Not in front of the puppy,” Charles teases, booping Leo on the nose.

You swat his arm. “Stop being a brat and go take a shower, you’re all gross and sweaty from the gym.”

“Mmm, why don’t you join me?” He waggles his eyebrows in an over-exaggerated leer.

You laugh, shoving him away playfully. “Not a chance, mister. I have to go out and buy another place setting for our new family member.”

“Can I at least have a good luck kiss? It’s Monaco race week, after all. I’ll need all the luck I can get.” Charles bats his eyes at you in an exaggerated pout.

Shaking your head fondly, you rise up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “There. Now go get ready.”

Still grinning like a loon, Charles saunters off to the bathroom. You crouch down and scoop up Leo, pressing a kiss to the top of his fuzzy head.

“Your dad is something else, you know that?” You murmur affectionately.

A few hours later, you return home laden with groceries to find Charles lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, eyes bright.

“Good timing, I was just about to call you.”

“Oh yeah?” You set the bags on the counter and start unpacking. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking ...” Charles gets up and comes over, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “We should do something special for Oscar’s first official family dinner. Maybe a nice home cooked meal out on the balcony?”

You lean back against his chest with a contented hum. “That does sound lovely.”

“I’ll cook!” Charles volunteers immediately. “My famous carbonara?”

“You just want to show Oscar you can manage to make something without burning the apartment down, don’t you?” You laugh, twisting in his embrace to face him.

Charles ducks his head sheepishly. “Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” You peck him on the cheek. “Go ahead and make your carbonara for our new adopted son.”

“Yes!” He pumps his fist in the air victoriously.

You shake your head at his antics, warmth blooming in your chest. “I love you, you big goof.”

The smile Charles gives you is utterly radiant. “I love you too.”

He pulls you in for a deep, lingering kiss, holding you close. You get so lost in the moment that you don’t notice Leo trotting up and pawing at your legs until he lets out a pointed bark. Laughing, you reluctantly break the kiss.

“Sorry, baby.” Charles scoops up the puppy, scratching behind his ears. “We didn’t mean to leave you out.”

You take Leo from his arms, pressing a smiling kiss to his soft fur. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be our favorite.”

“That’s right,” Charles agrees, booping Leo’s nose. “No matter how many race car drivers we adopt, you’ll always be number one.”

The three of you spend the rest of the afternoon lounging contentedly together, Charles and Leo snuggled up on either side of you. It almost makes you forget the madness that kick started this whole situation in the first place.

Almost.

A few days later, after the drivers have finally been freed from their Thursday media obligations, your doorbell rings. You share a look with Charles as Leo starts barking.

“I’ll get it,” he says, already knowing who it is.

Sure enough, a few moments later Charles returns to the living room with Oscar in tow, looking rather sheepish. You rise to greet your new son.

“Oscar, hi! Come on in.” You pull him in for a hug, which he returns tentatively.

“Sorry about all … this.” Oscar gestures vaguely as you part. “I was just joking on Twitter but then Charles actually went and-”

“Adopted you, yeah.” You laugh. “Don’t worry about it, we’re happy to have you as part of the family.”

“Still getting used to that idea, to be honest.” Oscar scratches the back of his neck.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Well, get ready for lots of family gatherings and parental nagging from this point on.”

“Oh boy.” Despite his words, Oscar’s mouth quirks up in an amused grin.

“Starting with tonight’s big family dinner out on the balcony,” Charles interjects, slinging an arm around Oscar’s shoulders. “You like pasta?”

“Do I ever.” Oscar brightens. “Is Leo gonna be there too?”

“Of course! Can’t leave out my favorite son.” Charles scoops up the puppy, plopping him in Oscar’s arms. “Here, get acquainted with your new little brother.”

“Hiya little guy,” Oscar says softly, instantly melting as Leo licks his face. You watch the tender interaction with a warm smile.

“He’s taken a real shine to you already,” you comment. “I think Leo approves of his new big brother.”

Oscar ducks his head shyly but you can see the corners of his mouth tugging up into a grin. “Guess that makes me an official part of the family then.”

“Damn right it does!” Charles crows, throwing an arm around each of your shoulders and pulling you both in for an enthusiastic group hug.

You laugh, squished between them. “Easy there, dad. You’re gonna smother the poor kid before he’s even settled in.”

“What, you’re not excited to finally have your dream son?” Charles teases, ruffling Oscar’s hair affectionately. “Our little family is complete now.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you extricate yourself from the embrace. “Why don’t you boys go set up for dinner while I start cooking? The balcony still needs to be prepped.”

“You got it, mon cœur.” Charles drops a kiss on your cheek before herding Oscar out towards the balcony, Leo cradled in his arms. “Come on, son. Let’s get this place looking perfect for your first official Leclerc family dinner.”

You shake your head as their voices fade down the hall, chuckling under your breath. Only your husband would take a silly Twitter joke this far. But as you start gathering ingredients for your grandmother’s legendary bolognese recipe, you can’t help but feel a swell of contentment.

Having Oscar around is certainly going to take some getting used to. But there’s no denying the warm affection and familial love you already feel towards the bashful but kindhearted young man. He fits right in with the playful, chaotic energy that defines your little household.

By the time the sun begins to dip below the horizon, bathing the apartment in a warm golden glow, the balcony is set up beautifully. You carry out the steaming pots of food to find Charles and Oscar setting out plates and glasses, Leo scampering around their feet. Your heart feels full just looking at them.

“This all looks wonderful, you two,” you say, setting the food down on the table. “Now we just need the guest of honor to arrive.”

“Maman’s never been late to dinner a day in her life,” Charles assures you. “She’ll be here any minute.”

Sure enough, there’s a rapid knocking at the door only moments later. You share an amused look with Oscar before going to answer it, Charles and Leo trailing behind.

“Maman!” Charles exclaims as you pull open the door to reveal his mother waiting on the other side. “Perfect timing.”

“Of course, we can’t start dinner without-��� She breaks off abruptly as her eyes land on Oscar hovering behind you. “Charles, darling, who is this?”

“Maman, I’d like you to meet Oscar.” Charles beams as he gestures between them. “Your new grandson.”

A heavy silence falls over the room as Charles’ mother processes this bombshell. Her gaze flicks between the three of you, searching your faces for any sign that this is all an elaborate prank.

Finally, she seems to deflate with a sigh. “Oh Charles … what have you done now?”

And just like that, the floodgates open as both of you rush to explain the situation, talking over each other eagerly. Watching the animated scene unfold, Oscar catches your eye with a helpless look.

You just shrug, a soft smile playing at your lips. Chaotic as it is, this is your family now and wouldn’t have it any other way.

***

The following week, the doorbell rings just as you’re putting the final touches on dinner. Charles bounds over to answer it, Leo hot on his heels.

“Oscar! Ollie! Good, you’re both here.” Charles’ voice carries easily through the apartment.

You poke your head out of the kitchen, oven mitts still on. “Is that our other son I hear?”

“The one and only!” Ollie Bearman strolls in behind Oscar, looking completely at ease.

Oscar raises an eyebrow at the younger driver. “Why is nobody surprised you’re here?”

Ollie shrugs nonchalantly. “Teen pregnancy?”

You let out an undignified snort of laughter as Oscar gapes at him. “Don’t look at me, Charles carried you for nine months himself.”

“What?” Ollie whips his head around to stare at Charles in abject horror.

Charles just grins, slinging an arm around each of their shoulders. “You heard the woman. My body is a wonderland.”

“Oh my god.” Oscar buries his face in his hands as you dissolve into peals of laughter. “Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s fun to watch you squirm,” Charles replies cheerfully.

You wipe tears from your eyes as you head back into the kitchen. “Dinner’s just about ready, come grab a plate! Oh, and pray you don’t get food poisoning.”

Soon you’re all settled around the balcony table, tucking into plates piled high with food. Ollie kicks things off by turning to you with a smile.

“This is amazing, thanks for cooking!”

“Don’t thank me, it was all Charles this time,” you say, gesturing to your husband sitting across from you.

Ollie’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You cooked all this? Damn, maybe having you as a dad won’t be so bad after all.”

Charles throws his hands up in mock offense. “Hey! I’ll have you know I’m an excellent father.”

“If you say so.” Ollie smirks, shoveling another forkful of pasta into his mouth.

Oscar just shakes his head in amazement. “I still can’t believe you actually went through with adopting us.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Charles leans back in his chair, casual as can be. “You’re both great kids. Perfect sons.”

“Even if we didn’t ask for it?” Ollie points out around a mouthful of food.

You tsk disapprovingly. “Mind your manners, young man.”

Ollie’s eyes go comically wide and he quickly swallows his bite. “Sorry, mum.”

That sets you and Oscar off into another round of laughter. Even Leo gets in on the action, letting out a little bark from where he’s curled up nearby. Charles watches the scene with fondness.

“See, you’re already fitting right in,” he says warmly once the laughter subsides. “My two idiot sons.”

Ollie opens his mouth to retort but you cut him off, leaning across the table to affectionately pat his hand.

“Don’t listen to your father, Ollie. We’re happy to have you both here.” You shoot Oscar a wink. “Even if you did get adopted under … unusual circumstances.”

“You can say that again,” Oscar mutters, but he’s smiling.

Over the course of the evening, you take great delight in watching Charles easily slip into the role of devoted dad. He makes terrible jokes and embarrassing comments at every turn, clearly intent on annoying his new children as much as humanly possible. Yet it’s impossible to miss the deep well of affection beneath his teasing words and actions.

For their part, Oscar and Ollie play along enthusiastically. They roll their eyes and groan as if put-upon, but you can see the sparkle of happiness and contentment in their eyes as the night wears on. An easy camaraderie develops between the trio, fueled by plenty of back-and-forth needling and good-natured ribbing.

You sit back and watch it all with a permanent smile etched on your face. Your strange little family just keeps growing, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

At one point, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. When you return, the three of them have their heads bent together conspiratorially, hastily falling silent when you reappear.

“What’s this?” You raise an eyebrow as you retake your seat. “Am I being left out of the loop here?”

Oscar shares a look with Charles before turning to you with a sly grin. “We were just thinking ...”

“This family isn’t quite complete yet,” Ollie picks up easily.

You glance between them, utterly perplexed. “What are you two on about?”

Rather than answer, Charles pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously. A few moments later, your own phone buzzes with a Twitter notification — a new tweet from your husband.

Your jaw drops as you read the words over and over. “Charles! You can’t be serious!”

“Why not?” He shoots you an impish grin, clearly reveling in your stunned reaction. “Kimi’s a good kid, he’d make an excellent addition to the family.”

“I … you ...” You sputter, completely at a loss for words.

Oscar and Ollie watch the exchange with matching looks of unrestrained glee. Ollie raises his glass in a mock toast.

“To Mum and Dad, the most extra parents on the grid!”

You shake your head in bewildered amusement as they all crack up. This family just gets more ridiculous by the day.

A short while later, Kimi responds to Charles’ tweet.

The notification sets off another round of laughter and delighted hollering from the three drivers. You hide your face in your hands, torn between mortification and hysterical giggles.

“I can’t take you three anywhere,” you mutter, though you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

A warm arm wraps around your shoulders as Charles leans over to press a smiling kiss to your temple. “But you love us anyway.”

You catch his gaze, momentarily speechless by the contentment shining in his eyes. For all the silliness and absurdity, it’s clear just how much this strange little family truly means to him.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat, you reach up to cup his cheek tenderly. “More than you’ll ever know.”

He beams at you, pure adoration written across his features. Then the moment is broken as an Italian-accented voice rings out from the hallway.

“Hey, did someone call for a new son?”

Oscar, Ollie, and Charles practically tumble over each other in their haste to greet the newcomer. You hang back, taking a moment to catch your breath as you watch the now quartet bound back onto the balcony, a fresh wave of chaos and noise in their wake.

One thing’s for certain — life is never going to be boring with this group around. You shake your head with a soft chuckle, heading back to join your one-of-a-kind family.

[princeguri66]

Back on my affectionate reader bullshit because I just want to smother those assholes with love.

TF 141 x Male! Reader

Kissing the homies goodnight.

18+ Minors DNI!

Cw: whole lotta fluff, it only gets suggestive at the end and that's it

It started with a joke. Gaz drunkenly saying "Hey, if I win will you give me a goodnight kiss?" Before you start a game of cards, you all laughed it off then. Until it starts getting later in the evening and when you excuse yourself to go to bed Soap calls out to you with a chuckle, "Ey, don't forget about Gaz's kiss" you trudge your way back to them eyes drooping. They all expect you to kick Soap or something akin to that, but you surprise them by leaning down and placing a kiss on Gaz's eyebrow before tiredly muttering a "goodnight" and walking away.

And if that didn't give them any ideas..

For the next week it was usually Soap and Gaz pestering you about your kisses being rewards.

"If I shoot all the targets will you give me a kiss?"

"If I beat him in this fight will you give me a kiss?"

It gives them such a boost of energy.

You don't expect anyone else other than them to ask you for one until you're watching a game on the telly with Ghost. "If my team wins, I want a reward like them" He says to you, referencing Soap and Gaz and you nod albeit a bit shocked.

And by a stroke of luck his team wins, you reward him with a kiss to his temple.

And when it comes to Price.. 

It occurred after a tough but successful mission, and it was all thanks to you. What you had to handle was rough but you still came back with minimal injuries.

After a quick check up and shower you head to the common room on base to lounge with your team, but when you just stepped in the area Price got himself up from the couch claiming he needs to get back to work. 

As he passed you he said a quick "Good job out there lad." And held you by your shoulder to pull you close and kiss you right on your cheek before walking away leaving you stunned.

The team saw it all of course, sitting still a bit stunned as well, seemed like your habit of kissing your homies rubbed off on the captain.

You were too focused on the lingering feeling of Price's beard scratching your face that you didn't hear Soap saying how that it's so unfair, how he also had a successful mission but didn't get a kiss from their dear captain, only realizing you've been standing there like an idiot this whole time when Soap ran past you trying to catch up with the captain to claim his well deserved prize.

And it just evolves from there, everyone gives each other kisses. 

It started off as conglatutory kisses like before, then it'll go to "kiss it better" kisses

(Like if Ghost trained so hard he gets bloody knuckles Price will kiss them better, or if Soap suffered an injury Gaz would be there to kiss his bandages, or if Gaz just had a rough day and is incredibly stressed you'd kiss his temple)

Then eventually everytime any of you are about to leave for a mission you all give a kiss to whoever's going for good luck, and when they come back it's those pushing mouth aggressively to cheek kisses happy that they came back alive and well.

And it goes to the point where any chance you get you'll exchange small kisses. Passing each other in the hall way? A kiss to the cheek. Finding each other in the kitchen late at night to grab a drink? A kiss on the forehead. One of you had a brutal nightmare? Boom, get kissed on your damn head, hell why not cuddle while you're at it? (You did cuddle while you're at it)

It doesn't take long for the kisses to trail closer to the lips, for the kisses to trail to your neck and collarbones as well. It doesn't take long for it to evolve from small pecks to heated make out sessions, desperate to feel each other's mouths even deeper. It doesn't take long for the five of you to end up swapping spit late at night, sloppily making out with whoever's mouth is open and wanting, stripping each other's clothes even with your mouth occupied.

After that it's no question to kiss the homies goodnight, hell it usually ends with more than a kiss.

[lovingdynamight]

Mha boys when they have a crush on you vs dating you

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Paring: Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya x reader

Genre: fluff

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Katsuki Bakugo

✦ First of all, denial. Hard, aggressive denial. There’s no way he likes you. Nope. Not happening.

✦ Spoiler: It’s happening.

✦ He gets annoyed at how much he notices you—your laugh, the way you talk, the way you tilt your head when you’re confused. It’s all infuriating (because it makes his heart race, and he HATES it).

✦ The second someone suggests he has a crush, he’s exploding. “THE HELL ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT? I DON’T LIKE ‘EM!” (Yes, he does.)

✦ Despite his denial, he’s always around you. If you’re in the common room, so is he. If you’re training, he suddenly needs to train too.

✦ If someone flirts with you, his entire mood shifts. He won’t admit he’s jealous, but he will suddenly feel the urge to outshine whoever’s talking to you. (“Tch. Like that extra could even keep up with you.”)

✦ If you ask him for help with training, he acts super cocky about it, but deep down, he loves that you asked.

✦ Blushes when you compliment him but immediately covers it up with grumbling. “Damn right, I’m great.” (Meanwhile, his ears are bright red.)

✦ The type to bully his crush affectionately. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t waste his time teasing you. If he calls you an idiot, it’s probably his love language.

✦ His love is shown through actions. He’ll shove his jacket at you if you’re cold. He’ll bring you your favorite drink without a word. He’ll walk you back to your dorm and say it’s just “because you’d probably get lost or somethin’.”

✦ When he finally confesses, it’s not smooth. At all. Probably happens after he gets jealous. “Look, dumbass, I like you, alright?! So stop messin’ around with those other extras!”

✦ He’s the most possessive boyfriend. Not in a toxic way—he just wants everyone to know that you’re his.

✦ PDA? It depends. He won’t be all over you in public, but he will sling an arm around your shoulders or keep a hand on your waist to make sure people get the message.

✦ However, in private? Oh, yeah. Big softie. Will hold you for hours if you let him.

✦ Not a huge fan of pet names but will call you things like “dumbass” or “idiot” in an oddly affectionate way.

✦ But if he ever calls you something genuinely sweet (“Hey… you look good today, babe.”), it means everything.

✦ Aggressively supportive. If you’re struggling, he’s yelling about how strong you are. “You’re not some weak extra! You’re better than that! Now get up and prove it!”

✦ Acts annoyed but secretly loves it when you steal his hoodies.

✦ If you’re hurt, he’s hovering. Fuming. Yelling at the nurses to take better care of you. (“Fix them faster, dammit!”)

✦ The king of forehead kisses. He does them absentmindedly sometimes, like before he heads to bed or when he’s pulling away from a hug.

✦ Will fight literally anyone who upsets you. Doesn’t even ask what happened, just “Who do I gotta kill?”

✦ If you ever try to leave after an argument, good luck. He hates unresolved fights and will literally pick you up and carry you back.

✦ Secretly a cuddler. Won’t admit it, but if you fall asleep next to him, he’s not letting go.

Denki Kaminari

✦The most obvious crush in Class 1-A. If Denki likes you, literally everyone knows except you.

✦Flirts with you constantly. Even if you brush him off, he keeps trying. “Come on, babe, don’t break my heart like this.”

✦However, the moment you flirt back? Glitching. Buffering. Might actually short-circuit if you catch him off guard.

✦Finds any excuse to be around you. If you’re sitting, he’s sitting next to you. If you’re standing, suddenly he needs to stand right there, too.

✦Shamelessly asks to hold your hand all the time. “For science. I just wanna see if we have, like, good chemistry, y’know?”

✦If anyone else flirts with you, he’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him, but his dumb little pout says otherwise.

✦Subtly protective. If he notices you look uncomfortable, he’ll step in like, “Heyyy, there you are! Been looking for you!” even if he wasn’t.

✦The human charger. If your phone is dying, he insists on charging it for you. “See? I’m useful. You need me.”

✦ Laughs at all your jokes, even the bad ones. If you make fun of him, he just grins and goes, “Damn, you really like me, huh?”

✦Casually drops hints about liking you but makes it sound like a joke. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.” (He’s not joking.)

✦When he finally confesses, it’s probably in the middle of a casual conversation. “By the way, I’m, like, super in love with you.”

✦Clingy. If you’re in the same room, he’s touching you in some way—a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, leaning his head on you.

✦Loves PDA. If you let him, he’ll hold your hand, hug you from behind, and drop so many cheek kisses.

✦Calls you so many nicknames. Babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, lovebug, shockingly attractive, the list goes on.

✦Steals your stuff. Hoodies, accessories, snacks—it’s all his now. “I wear this hoodie better anyway.”

✦If you ever wear his hoodie, though? Malfunctioning. “Holy sh—okay, keep that forever.”

✦The most dramatic boyfriend. If you’re gone for five minutes, he’s whining, “I missed you so much.”

✦Gets jealous easily but tries to play it cool. Usually fails. “Yeah, whatever, I’m fine. It’s not like I’m mad or anything.” (He is definitely mad.)

✦Insists on being your human charger anytime your phone dies. “See? I’m the best boyfriend. Unlimited battery, baby.”

✦If you’re upset, he’ll do everything to make you smile—even if that means electrocuting himself on purpose to make you laugh.

✦Cuddle monster. He will literally wrap himself around you like a human blanket. “You’re warm. I’m comfy. This is how we live now.”

✦Kisses constantly. Especially your cheeks and nose. If you’re flustered? Mission accomplished.

✦Brags about you all the time. “Yeah, my s/o is literally the coolest person alive. I don’t make the rules.”

✦Loyal to the core. If someone talks bad about you, he’s ready to fight. Probably not a good idea, but he’ll still try.

✦Just so in love with you. Tells you every day. Probably writes your name with little hearts in his notebook.

Shoto Todoroki

✦ At first, he doesn’t fully realize he has a crush. He just notices that he enjoys being around you more than anyone else.

✦ You’re the only person he actively seeks out to sit next to in class or during lunch. If someone else takes the seat? He just stands there, waiting for them to move.

✦ He’s not super obvious, but you might catch him staring at you a lot. And if you ask why, he’ll just say, “I was thinking about something.” (That something is you.)

✦ If you ever compliment him, he takes it very seriously. You could say, “You look nice today, Todoroki,” and suddenly, he’s replaying it in his head for the rest of the week.

✦ Struggles to make small talk but will always listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how mundane. You could be ranting about your favorite snacks, and he’s nodding like it’s the most important conversation of his life.

✦ He’s not a jealous person, but if Denki or someone flirts with you, he’ll suddenly insert himself into the conversation, staring at them until they get uncomfortable and leave.

✦ If you’re ever cold, he offers the left side of his body without hesitation. Literally just— “You can use my fire.”

✦ You make him smile without realizing it. Sometimes he’ll catch himself smiling after you say something funny and quickly go blank-faced again.

✦ Now that he knows for sure he likes you, he’s much more direct. “I like you. Be my s/o?” No hesitation, just vibes.

✦ Dates with him are either extremely fancy (five-star restaurants because Endeavor’s money) or ridiculously casual (“Do you want soba?”). There is no in-between.

✦ Not big on PDA, but if he sees other people looking at you, he will put a hand on your back or casually hold your hand as a silent flex.

✦ He’s not used to being physically affectionate but learns quickly. If you initiate a hug, expect him to just hold you there for a while.

✦ Tries to learn your favorite things so he can surprise you with them. If you mention liking a certain dessert, expect it to randomly appear in your dorm or on your desk.

✦ If you get sick or injured? He’s sitting by your side, watching you like a hawk, making sure you rest properly.

✦ Lowkey competitive about being the best boyfriend. If he sees another couple being cute, he immediately takes notes. “Do you want me to call you cute names? I can do that.”

✦ If you tease him, he’ll stare at you for a long moment before hitting you with a dry, unexpected comeback that leaves you speechless.

✦ Absolutely cherishes you but doesn’t always know how to express it with words. Instead, he just shows up and does things for you—helping with training, bringing you snacks, or simply being near you.

✦ Occasionally drops the most romantic lines without even realizing it. You could be joking about something, and he’ll just go, “I’d go anywhere if you were there.”

✦ If he ever kisses you in public, it’s brief but meaningful. But in private? He’s surprisingly soft about it, cupping your face like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Izuku Midoriya

✦ Blushy mess. The second he realizes he likes you, he’s doomed. Face red, hands fidgeting, brain short-circuiting anytime you talk to him.

✦ Overthinks everything. Did he stare too long? Did he say something weird? Should he say something now? Oh no, you’re looking at him—PANIC.

✦ You can always tell when he’s flustered because he starts rambling.

✦“You’re really strong! I mean, you’ve always been strong, but I’ve been watching— WAIT, not in a weird way! I just mean you’ve improved a lot, and—”*

✦ Writes about you in his notebook. He’ll analyze your fighting style, strengths, weaknesses—but there’s also a random section like: “They looked really cute today.”

✦ If you get hurt in battle, he immediately drops everything to check on you. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need Recovery Girl?”

✦ SO SUPPORTIVE. If you’re training, he’s hyping you up. If you’re struggling, he’s offering help. He’ll literally never let you doubt yourself.

✦ Tries to act casual around you but fails horribly. His friends figure it out before he even tells them.

✦ If you compliment him? Dead. He freezes, stammers out a thank you, and turns the color of a tomato.

✦ Low-key jealous but won’t admit it. Instead, he’ll silently sulk and train harder. “I have to be stronger…” (Translation: I must be worthy of them.)

✦ You could breathe in his direction and he’d probably write a mental essay about how amazing you are.

✦ The sweetest, most caring boyfriend ever. He remembers the little things—your favorite food, how you like your tea, that one random fact you mentioned weeks ago.

✦ Constantly checking on you. “Did you eat? Are you getting enough rest? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, right?”

✦ Loves holding your hand. It calms him down, and he thinks it’s the most comforting thing in the world.

✦ Still gets flustered when you kiss him, even if you’ve been dating for a while.

✦ Study dates! If you ever struggle with schoolwork, he’ll patiently tutor you (and definitely get distracted just admiring you).

✦ If you get hurt? Full-on panic mode. He’ll carry you to Recovery Girl himself if needed. “You need to be more careful! I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you…”

✦ PDA? Minimal. He’s shy about it, but he’ll hold your hand or press small kisses to your forehead when no one’s looking.

✦ If you’re upset, he’ll listen for hours and offer the most heartfelt advice. “I know it’s hard, but you’re strong. And no matter what, I’ll always be here.”

✦ If you ever wear his hoodie? Meltdown. He thinks you look so cute in his clothes. “T-That’s… um… it looks good on you.” (Brain officially short-circuited.)

✦ Rambles about you to All Might. “They’re incredible, sensei! Their technique, their determination—oh, and did I mention how amazing they are?”

✦ The type to whisper ‘I love you’ when he thinks you’re asleep.

✦ If he ever gets jealous, he won’t lash out, but he’ll get extra clingy after. Might even pull you in for a surprise hug just to reassure himself you’re his.

✦ Always puts you first. Your happiness, your safety, your dreams—he wants all of it for you.

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Thanks for reading.

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[shinig6mis]

stoner bf!touya isn’t the type to yell or shout to make a point. he doesn’t have to. the lazy smirk on his face and the way his half-lidded eyes slide over to you, then to whoever else is dumb enough to try their luck, are enough. everyone knows you’re his, no need to spell it out. and if they forget? well, touya has a way of reminding them.

he loves taking you to his favorite spots, joints that reek of weed and old vinyl records, where the lights are dim, and the air is thick with haze. you're always tucked into his side in your little dress that clings nicely to every curve, the hem barely skimming your thighs, and just enough of your chest on display to make his buddies stare a little too long. touya doesn’t mind, not really. he likes the attention you draw. it makes it all the sweeter when he throws an arm over your shoulders and leans in, murmuring something that makes you flush under his hooded gaze.

“look at you,” he drawls, his lips brushing your ear as he passes you the blunt. “so fuckin’ pretty. go on, baby, take a hit.”

you do, your lips wrapping around the edge as you inhale deeply, only to cough on the exhale. touya chuckles, low and gravelly, his hand rubbing lazy circles on your back as you double over. “easy, doll.” the words are soft enough for just you to hear, but the grin he flashes as you smack his chest is enough to make your heart skip.

and when his hand drifts lower, resting heavy on your bare thigh, squeezing just enough to make you shift closer, his friends exchange knowing looks. they know better than to say anything though. touya doesn’t share.

later, he pulls you into the grungy restroom, locking the door behind him with a flick of his wrist. “can’t wait,” he murmurs, backing you against the graffiti-covered wall. his hands are everywhere—your waist, your thighs, hiking up your dress until it’s bunched around your hips. his lips crash against yours, tasting of smoke and something faintly sweet as he drags his fingers through your slick folds.

“already so wet f'me,” he teases, his voice slurred and lazy, but the hunger in his mismatched eyes is anything but. “you’re perfect, you know that?”

he doesn’t bother to be gentle. his cock stretches you, the first thrust punching a breathless moan out of you that echoes off the tile walls. touya grips your hips, holding you steady as he pounds into you, each snap of his hips rougher than the last. your cries are loud, shameless, and he loves every second of it.

“louder,” he growls, dragging his teeth along your neck. “let ‘em hear how good i fuck you.” and you do, your voice breaking as you sob his name, clawing at his shoulders for balance.

when he finally pulls out, it’s only to watch his cum drip down your trembling thighs, his thumb smearing it into your flushed, sticky skin. “that’s a good look for you,” he mutters, fixing your dress and smoothing your hair with a smug grin that makes your cheeks burn.

and when you walk back out, your legs are shaking as you try desperately to lean heavily against him as he steers you toward the door. you can tell that everyone around you notices your swollen little lips and wobbly thighs. how could they not? touya doesn’t try to hide it either, his hand firmly on your ass as he glances back at the guys.

“gotta take my girl home. she’s had a long night.”

and when he finally gets you back to his shitty apartment, he doesn’t stop. the walls are thin, and he knows his neighbors can hear every slap of skin, every choked cry of his name. but he doesn’t care. you’re his, and tonight, he’ll make sure everyone knows it.

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

[theavantgardette]

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SYN: Fred's girl knows how to handle business better than he does. At least that's what he thinks. He doesn't really care otherwise. He thinks she's the dopest of the ropest, she thinks he's the funniest bloke there ever was. It just works.

— A mailbox request by @drkaysapothecary

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"Freddie," she tugged on the hem of his work pants.

Her red-haired lover hummed in acknowledgement, his brown eyes lighting up like lanterns on the sight of her. He restocked piles of new products on the very top shelf quicker than before, his stature providing a great amount of aid to prevent himself from toppling over had he instructed the other employees to do so. His lover stood by him giddily, herself as involved in the business as he was, moreso ever since he and his twin made a deal to give more than 15% of their shares of income for whichever "lucky ladies" were designated to date them.

Corny as it was, she never once doubted his devotion to her. A day after they announced the deal, she joined their Muggle Arts class with other, fellow Ravenclaws. Safe to say, her works enamored him to no end; her arrow-sharp wit dazzling him quicker than he could begin to say 'hello.'

And here they were, an evening at the busiest market in all of the English Wizarding World — having each other, their own little family in the strange circumstances of the war impending on every witch and wizard's lives at the time.

Fred looked below through the box of stocks he was holding, "Just put them on the carrier, love."

"What, these?" she replied, meeting his eyes as she held onto the carrier full of joke candies designed to incite incessant drooling to whoever ate them. She carded along the packages of them, packed in papers dyed in green and blue.

"Oi, you lovers," George emerged from upstairs of the joke shop and swung his jacket around his shoulder, "clocking out in a bit."

Fred tossed him a smirk, "Off to steal a bit of thunder?"

George responded with giving him air kisses, freeing himself from his brother's teasing towards the streets outside. The shop bell rang as he walked out.

"Strange," Fred came down the ladder, handing the empty box to her, "it's the only time I've no idea where my brother's off to."

"He's seeing a girl," she replied in nonchalance, rechecking the shop's list of income, "do you reckon we'll get more check next month?"

Fred frowned in thought, "We're already good as we are. Need for more?"

She shrugged, putting the paper on the counter and began scribbling with her pocket quill. Fred peeked over, only to see her planning for better prospects; budgeting fees, advertising money. Fred thought he and his brother had nerve; he just hadn't expected his woman to have one tenfold.

Fred kissed her cheek softly, just the way she liked. She chuckled ticklishly, wiping it away in good nature.

"Bugger off me, will you?" she chastised, but pulled him nearer by his collar.

"Feisty woman," he muttered, still close to her.

She resumed her drafting, glancing over to the entrance to check if any customers required their attention. It had turned to evening already, and most who visited Diagon Alley had gone home.

He then slid his arm around her shoulder, his chin on top of her head. Even then, he still had to slouch quite a bit. She stifled a grin, abandoning her writing to kiss the hand dangling above her collarbone. He nuzzled her hair, closing his eyes as they began to sway. There was no music, no tune playing but from the ballerina-bear music boxes sitting by the display upfront.

Us two; he thought, that's all there ever was. Nothing else. Nothing happening. Just us.

George could take his luck for all he cared. Fred knew he had his own down pat, and she sure wasn't going away any time sooner.

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A/N: comment to be put on my HP taglist!!!!

[demonic0angel]

Dead Sunsets

CW: canon-typical violence/fighting with guns, drugs (the person who’s drugged is fine lmao)

Everyone watched as Red Hood crooned at the woman on his lap, bringing a pair of dice to her lips. “C’mon, Princess, why don’t you give me some good luck, hmm?”

The woman on his lap beamed and gave the dice a gentle kiss. Red Hood laughed and then threw the dice carelessly before wrapping his free hands around the woman’s waist, pulling her close and sliding his palms up her sides. The woman standing behind them, tall and stern, watched them intensely as Red Hood and his eye candy giggled and flirted with each other.

The two of them, along with their bodyguard, attracted quite a crowd as they played within one of the most successful underground casinos in Gotham.

As the two messed around shamelessly, everyone’s eyes stayed on Red Hood’s dice, which landed exactly on the numbers that he needed.

For the fourth time.

When the Red Hood noticed, he gave a loud, obnoxious cheer. “Look, Princess!” He cooed. “Your good luck helped me win again! What reward would you like? You want some new diamonds? You helped me empty these idiots’ pockets, so you can choose something extra.”

His callgirl squealed and batted her eyelashes. “Thank you so much, boss! You’re the best!”

The people around him growled.

Red Hood tilted his head. His guard standing behind him cracked her knuckles, her muscles bulging underneath her suit.

“Sorry, did you guys say something?”

No one said anything, even as the women around Red Hood laughed.

It was even more infuriating when seeing how beautiful they were.

Both women had long, straight red hair in varying shades, and everything else about them was beautiful in different ways. The woman on his lap was equal measures of both grace and sensuality, curvaceous and clad in a scanty dress that didn’t hide her long legs and smooth skin. Her eyes were a glowing turquoise and she lounged on Red Hood like he was her throne.

Those who recognized her knew her as Jazlyn Nightingale, the newest and most successful psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. There may have been some questions as to why or how she was affiliated with Red Hood, but everyone knew that Arkham was full of crazies.

Meanwhile, the woman behind them stood tall and grand. Her body was like a masterpiece, carefully lined with muscles and curves until nothing but strength and elegance showed. Her expression was stony, like the embodiment of a marble statue as she watched over the two in front of her like a devoted soldier. Clad in a smooth suit, her every being radiated the coldness needed of a bodyguard.

No one knew who she was, but the way she eyed the crowd and people around them with her emerald eyes did not look incompetent, especially with the metal glinting at her hands and sides.

Together with Red Hood, they truly made a uniquely aggravating trio of red heads.

However, everyone knew that the Red Hood wasn’t to be tested. Although he killed hundreds of people before, everyone worth their salt in Gotham knew that Red Hood was affiliated with the Bats. At times, a red bat could be seen plastered over his armor when he wasn’t fighting with them, but no one dared to try him even when the symbol was gone.

No one wanted to test the patience of a man who once delivered eight personally decapitated human heads to the police, and they wanted to test the combined force of the Bats even less.

So they just ground their teeth and bit down on their tongues to keep silent. If they wanted to handle the Red Hood, they had to be careful and they had to be prepared.

Red Hood continued flirting and joking around with his girl, carelessly gambling away his fortunes as he rolled the dice over and over.

And yet, he still hadn’t lost a single penny since he arrived to the casino with two beautiful women in tow and arrogance radiating from every pore.

He tripled his money in one move and finally picked up his woman with one arm, lazily waving a hand.

“Tell whoever’s in charge to bring me my money. And get snappy with it.” He turned to both women and continued, “These beauties need a drink. Don’t you, ladies?”

The one in his arms giggled and leaned on him. The one guarding them both smirked and hummed, “I would like a drink right about now.”

“You heard the gorgeous red head! Drinks! Hurry up!”

He ushered them into a little booth by the wall, wrapping an arm around the woman who crawled back into his lap while the other sat next to him. Their conversation could not be heard, but there was a lot of laughter and carefree words being spoken.

The people around them made eye contact with each other. Some began to signal to the others around them.

A server came by with a tray of sparkly, colorful drinks. Next to the drinks was an enormous stack of money.

Red Hood whistled. “Ooh, is that mine?”

“Yes sir. Would you like a drink, sir? Or only for the ladies?” The server asked, placing the tray on the table near them.

The woman in his lap grabbed a glass and then whined, dropping her head onto Red Hood’s chest to look up at him with big eyes. “C’monnnn! Share a drink with me… Missy is boring, so you have to drink with me or I’ll be boredddd….”

The bodyguard, presumably Missy, clicked her tongue. “The last time we drank together, you kept making a racket.”

The woman pouted. “I won’t, I promise! Pleaseee?”

Red Hood sighed indulgently and stroked down her back. “Alright, Princess, whatever you want.”

“Yay!”

The server gave a small, secretive smile. “We’ll bring you our finest selections, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I thought this place was supposed to be fun. Thank god I’m taking over soon.”

“I’m sure you’ll do a great job renovating this boring place!” The woman tittered.

People pointedly did not look in his direction, pretending to continue gambling as the Red Hood complained loudly. He whined and acted babyish to the woman on his lap and the two began another drama act that had everyone’s eyes twitching. The bodyguard seemed to not be bothered at all by the noise and nonsense.

When Red Hood’s drinks came out, it was quickly served to him. The glass was quickly prepared and placed in front of him, sloshing slightly from the force.

Everyone held their breaths as Red Hood stared at the cup blankly before his callgirl picked up the glass and pressed it to the muzzle covering his mouth. “Here you go, boss! Just a sip!” She encouraged sweetly. Red Hood was silent before he sighed and took off the muzzle, taking gulps of the alcoholic drink as it was fed to him.

The woman cheered and everyone’s gazes grew even more predatory as Red Hood sighed. When the glass was empty, another was made, pushed towards the woman.

She tilted her head but still picked it up and fed it to Red Hood, like the stupid, obedient lamb that she was.

“Damn. What the hell was in that drink—“ Red Hood began, before there was a click of a safety pin going off and all three of them froze.

Everyone in the room took out their own weapons and guns and stood up, prepared to unload the bullets within. The doors shut, locking tightly.

The three did not even move or even flinch, even with the multiple muzzles of guns pointed at them.

Red Hood’s head lolled. “So you drugged me, huh?”

His tone was lazy, clearly being hit hard by 2 doses of the drug.

“It’s Zolpidem,” the woman on his lap said. Her voice was strangely calm and low, different from the high pitched excitement from before. She stroked Red Hood’s black hair soothingly.

The bodyguard also stood up, eying the people around them. “Y’know, I’m not surprised but I’m still a little disappointed. Are all men this stupid?”

She quickly took off her suit jacket and tossed it onto Red Hood’s lap, revealing two silver gauntlets that covered her wrists. They glinted with a harsh, almost mystical light.

Red Hood laughed loudly. “You can count on it!”

“Shut up!” One of the people around them said, pointing his gun at the three. “We’re finally getting rid of you today, Hood! You fell for our trap when we told you to come here to inspect the casino, but we didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to only bring two women.”

“There’s no way in hell we’re letting you take our casino! Fuck the agreement! We’ll kill you and take your territory too!” Another shouted.

“If you care about these two bitches, make them move away. We’ll get rid of you and keep everything for ourselves. As long as you die quietly, we won’t treat them too badly either,” another said.

Red Hood chuckled. He wasn’t even looking at the people threatening him as he turned to the two women. “Could you two handle this? Since Jazz wanted to drug me?” At the last sentence, he had a hint of petulance in his tone.

The woman on his lap, Jazz, then stood up with a sigh. “It had to be convincing, right? You have a high tolerance for drugs and substances. I knew it wouldn’t kill you and I made sure that you didn’t drink enough to be completely out of it.”

As she stood up, she smoothed down her dress and observed the room with a half lidded gaze. Her air headed expression fell away, revealing a bored look.

The men around them paused as they realized just how unnaturally tall she was. Before, she had been bent over, pressed against Red Hood’s chest like a docile lamb, but now that she stood up straight, she loomed over them like a demonic being.

She rolled her neck and then the ground beneath her began to bleed black. She crouched to pull out two guns and an almost comically large axe, which she tossed to the woman beside her.

Both of them shared a look and a smile.

“If I kill more people than you, I want you to myself first, before Hood,” the woman heaving the axe over her shoulder said.

“Excuse me?” Red Hood said, with a slight slur to his voice, but everyone ignored him, mostly staring at the two women who were casually chatting like they weren’t being threatened with guns.

The prostitute-psychiatrist-magical person giggled with a pink blush on her face and said, “You could have me anytime, you know that, right? But sure, let’s do it. If I win, we’ll only go two rounds tonight.”

“Do I get a say in this?!” Red Hood cried.

A gunshot rang through the air, aiming at the woman with the axe.

She blocked it with a tilt of her blade, the bullet pinging off of the metal easily. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Is that all you got?’

That was when someone screamed, “Oh god! It’s Wolf! That’s Wolf!”

Wolf, the infamous assistant to the Red Hood, smiled, cocking her head to the side. Everyone stepped back, more confused than ever.

If this was Wolf, the masked woman by the Red Hood's side, then why was her face in the open?

Unless...

She knew that they wouldn't be able to tell?

Before anyone could react fast enough, both women moved first, flying off like arrows as the chaos began.

Blood spilled like flowers blooming across the ground. The sound of frantic gunshots and stomping footsteps filled the air with a cadence of panic and horror.

“Ahhh!! Get ‘em!”

“Quick! Shoot ‘em! Shoot ‘em quick!”

“Someone get Hood! Kill them all!”

“Shadow!” A different, sweet voice called from above the pandemonium. “Protect Jason!”

Screams erupted as people began to drop like flies.

Both women were a well-oiled machine with little to no weaknesses. With the axe-wielding woman stood in front, she blocked every bullet coming their way with her axe or the gauntlets on her wrist. No bullet could land while she was in front and while she defended them both, Wolf sniped enemies behind her with her guns, shooting past her shoulder to accurately blow the brains of people across the surfaces of the casino.

Red Hood, as he manspread on the booth couches and pet the fur of a shadowy dog, laughed as he watched the slaughter.

“Yeah! Get ‘em!”

It was a massacre. Both women were trained fighters, even better than the gang members that worked within and protected the casino. Even in their home territory, they were no match for a Fenton trained woman and an Amazonian warrior.

At some point, the two women switched weapons several times, but the killings still continued. When bullets ran out, they would collect the guns from the fallen men below them.

It was terrifying how efficient they were.

They defended each other’s flanks and completely decimated the opposition. When one of them did a crazy acrobatic maneuver that could’ve rivaled Nightwing, the other was there to catch them and they would fight back to back.

“Wait! Wait, please spare me!” One of the gang members cried as the woman holding the axe lifted it above his head. “Wait! I can give you so much more money than Hood can—“

His voice cut off with the sound of a gunshot as blood spurted from his head before the axe-wielder then swerved and decapitated another enemy.

“That’s 18!” Wolf said cheerfully, flipping her guns from where she shot the man from behind the other woman’s shoulder.

The one with the axe grinned broadly. “23! You’re falling behind, Jazz!”

Wolf whined in complaint, “Artemis!”, but they continued the fight with neither faltering or hesitating at all.

Wolf shot two people in midair while doing a backflip off of a table. The other woman cleaved three people in half with a single swing of her axe, flicking the blood off with a wild smirk. Both worked together to tear apart their enemies, defending one another and protecting each other’s backs.

By the end of it, both women were breathing roughly and completely covered in blood. The room around them was scattered with limbs and twitching bodies. There had been a lot of people that were angry at Red Hood, and this trap had been in the making for a long time, with a lot of people called in to handle him.

Unfortunately for them, it still hadn’t been enough.

Jazz sighed and waved her hand, scattering droplets of red.

“Artemis,” she complained softly, “you got blood all over me.”

“But you look so good in red,” Artemis said with a smirk. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “It’s a pity that all you wear is blue and black.”

Jazz gave her a squinted look, though she was clearly resisting a smile. “You like me in red only because it’s yours and Jason’s colors.”

Artemis shrugged. She approached Jazz and pulled her in, kissing her bloody lips. “I win. I get to have you first tonight, and more than two rounds, yes?”

Jazz sighed loudly, not even questioning the outcome of the bet as she muttered, “Amazonian stamina is truly the bane of my existence…” Still, she was smiling as she returned the kiss with another peck.

“I’m not complaining!” Jason interjected loudly. He looked smug as he stretched within the booth, clean and safe under Shadow’s protection. When he stood up, he staggered a little as he approached them before he smirked. “Good work, you two. Thank you for protecting me. You were amazing out there!”

His tone was proud, and there was adoration in his eyes. He gave both of them a kiss, uncaring of the blood and wrapping an arm around them both.

“Of course,” Jazz said with a smile.

“Damn right,” Artemis said with a huff.

Jason rolled his eyes lightly and then he turned to Jazz and gestured vaguely to Shadow, who looped between their legs. “You should feed them before we go looting around.”

Jazz beamed and looked at Jason lovingly. “Thank you for reminding me, dearest.” She looked down and addressed the large, shadowy dog. “Shadow, you’re free to feed on the blood. Can you clean off the blood on me and Artemis too?”

Shadow shot off like a whirlwind, eagerly drinking the blood that was now readily available. Jazz and Artemis were wiped clean of blood, although it still stained their clothes. Jason hummed, eying them up and down.

“Looking good, ladies,” he smirked.

“Don’t start this again,” Artemis sighed. “I’ve had enough of that strange role-play.”

“You’re telling me,” Jazz said. “I liked it, but it gets tiring at some point to pretend to be ditzy for so long.”

Jason hummed, “You were really good at it though, Princess. It was so realistic that I started worrying that someone was stealing the brain cells right out of your head.”

Jazz waved her guns lightly in his direction. “Better watch your words, mister. These are still locked and loaded.”

Jason put his hands up in surrender with a smile before he gestured to the side and said, “Shall we go and look through what these idiots have in their drawers?”

Artemis nodded primly. “Let’s. We should hurry so we can go home and shower.”

“Can we shower together?” Jazz asked idly. “I’m feeling tired and I don’t want to shower alone.”

Artemis laughed. “Was there any other option? I’m not missing a chance to be naked and wet with you two.”

Jazz swatted her arm and Artemis just grinned, dropping her axe onto the ground, where Shadow collected it.

Jason didn’t notice, whooping as he leaned on Jazz with a lazy grin. “Hell yeah! I get to watch two beautiful, badass women take down my enemies and then I get to take a shower with them? Today’s been even better than my birthday.”

He swayed again, and Artemis caught him with a laugh, supporting him with her free arm. Both women flanked his sides as Jason sighed, blinking slowly, still partially affected by the drugs.

They started stepping over the bodies, all of which were slowly sinking into the shadows to be consumed by the Ancient contracted under Jazz’s control.

“Oh dear,” Jazz said, snickering. She poked Jason’s cheek. “We better hurry home before he passes out.”

“Well. Too bad, it seems he won’t join in on the fun we’ll have later,” Artemis said with a teasing look towards Jazz. Jazz blushed and hurriedly ushered them off in a flustered manner as they all walked through the doors to the inner rooms of the casino.

Jason immediately straightened up, his face set in a perfect poker expression. It was almost like he wasn’t just drugged, if it wasn’t for the humor in his eyes.

“Actually, I’m perfectly fine. Artemis, Jazz, let’s finish this mission, get the information we need, and then go,” he said in a completely serious tone. “We should work quickly so we can leave before Batman gets the report about gunshots and comes to disturb us.”

Jazz and Artemis shared a look of pure exasperation and amusement before they burst into laughter. Artemis kicked down the doors to the other parts of the casino, still laughing as she and Jazz leaned on Jason in their fits of giggles.

Jason rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

They were very lucky that he loved them so much.

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Dick after seeing Jason bagging two hot, powerful red haired women: God, whatever tf he said in his prayers, me too.

I’ve been thinking about Jazz and Artemis working together while Jason sits in the background for a longggg while…. Badass women and their cheering boyfriends is something I love so much.

Sooooo much references to my many Tumblr AUs. You can find references to my Assistant!Jazz AU here and my Jazz has a shadow friend!AU here. The original post about Dead Sunsets (Jason x Artemis x Jazz) can be seen here.

[xetlynn]

Yellowjackets- Lottie Matthews

a parasite...

A Lottie Mathews x Fem! Reader Imagine

more like this -> [yellowjackets]

requested

synopsis- In which lottie and you got a little too carried away and didn't notice the little marks the both of you left behind on one another. The team does though... (an au where the crash doesn't happen.)

“We should head inside.” You pull back from the kiss breathlessly, a hand on your girlfriend’s chest who stares at you with stars in her eyes. Her brown eyes slightly squinted, glossed over. Her lips are plump and swollen from your own. “Few more minutes.” She goes to kiss your neck but you giggle, pulling back once again. 

“Lottie! You have to go set up before the game!” You keep a hand on her to keep your feral girlfriend away from you. Your make out session got quite heated, a lot more than it was meant to become.

As much as you’d love to continue you don’t want someone to come out in the parking lot looking for Lottie and find you guys making out. 

“One more kiss.” She looks at you longingly and you sigh. Giving her a straight-faced expression. She juts out her bottom lip. Pleading with you.

“Please, just one more. For good luck.” She pouts. 

“That’s what led us to you tongue attacking my mouth, Lottie Matthews.” You remind her and she smiles mischievously. “I promise just one more, that’s it. Please….” She takes your hand with both of hers and you press your lips together.

Looking down at the time in her car. “Fine but we need to go.” You snatch your hand away and she lets out an excited noise. Puckering her lips dramatically, making you laugh. 

“The drama...” You mutter lowly, giving her the kiss she was begging for and before she can deepen it you cut it off.

Then the both of you get out of her car. Grabbing your bags. Her sport duffel and your camera equipment. Going separate ways, neither noticing the hickeys on your necks in plain sight. 

Lottie boredly walks into the locker room to finish getting ready for the game. Sort of distracted by the thought of her girlfriend’s lips. Your body… The way you hold onto her shirt every time the two of you make out. The little noises you let out. It gets her going every time. 

“Holy shit, you get attacked by street leeches or something?” A voice speaks, snapping her away from her thoughts. Confused, she furrowed her eyebrows over at her teammate, Van. 

“What?” She asks, the redhead laughs. Pointing over at the mirror in her locker. Lottie peers at herself and her heart sinks at the sight of the red/purple marks that decorate her neck.

“What happened?” Taissa comes into view and Lottie doesn’t have enough time to react when Van lifts her hair to showcase the hickeys. 

“Oh my god! Lottie!” Taissa’s eyes widen with amusement, nudging the girl whose face is growing extremely warm. She tries to say something but nothing comes out. “Dude, what kind of parasite was after you?” Van whispers a little too loudly as she observes Lottie’s neck. “Stop it.” Lottie tries to cover herself before anyone else comes over. 

“Parasite?” Laura Lee steps over curiously with Natalie and Shauna. “It’s nothing!” Lottie exclaims but Taissa and Van’s laughter ruin it for her. “Nothing? Okay.” Taissa sarcastically scoffs.

The three raise their brows and she knew they weren’t going to give it a rest so she moves her hair out of the way. Letting them see what the two idiots are laughing about. “Oh fuck…” Natalie steps closer, a smirk on her face. 

“Are those hickeys?” Laura Lee asks, intrigued but also mortified in a way. “Those are like a step above fucking hickeys.” Shauna comments and Lottie covers her face with her hands. 

“Whoever did that to you was not playing it smart…” Natalie snorts, patting the girls back. Shauna nods, agreeing with the bleached blonde. “Is it really that bad?” Lottie goes to the mirror again, moving her head up to look at it better. There was no hiding this…

“Right before the game too- Damn you’re screwed!” Van laughs, holding her stomach. “Hopefully [Name] doesn’t take a picture where it shows. Or worse, and put that picture in the yearbook.” Laura Lee says, the others hum in agreement. “Do you think I can cover it with makeup?” Lottie worriedly questions the girls. 

“Cover what with makeup?” Jackie finally joins the group as she fixes her jersey. “Lottie’s vicious attack to the neck.” Van says and gets gently hit by Taissa who was trying not to laugh. 

“Vicious attack?” Jackie comes closer then sees the bruises and presses her lips together, holding in her amusement. “Oh, Lottie… before the big game?” She winces and Lottie throws her hands in the air. “I know! I know! I don’t know what to do!” She slumps down on the bench.

“Who did it?” Jackie asks the big question that no one else was brave enough to do so. “None of your business.” Lottie sighs, grabbing her cleats from her bag and kicking off her regular sneakers. 

Jackie puts her hands up defensively, sitting next to her. Staring at the hickeys. “I could probably try to cover them with my makeup… but we are so not the same skin tone.” She moves Lottie’s hair out of the way. 

“I’ll try anything.” The deep brunette sighs, tying her cleats. 

And as that’s happening inside, you were outside out on the field, setting up your camera equipment. Completely oblivious to what was happening in that locker room. Along with the eyes that are on your own neck by Misty Quigley.

“What is taking the girls so long? They need to hurry and set up.” Coach Martinez walks over to you. 

You shrug your shoulders, “want me to go check on them?” You cock your head to the side, placing your camera down on the plastic folding table that was set up for you. “Please, and tell them to hurry their asses up unless they want to run extra next practice.” He sternly says and you nod your head curtly before running off. 

Pushing through the doors and into the locker room you don’t even pay attention to the conversation as you speak up. “Hey ladies! Coach said to hurry up!” You announce, crossing your arms to see them all surrounding your girlfriend and Jackie. They all turn to you. “One second, we’re almost done here.” Jackie says. 

“He said if you don’t hurry up you’ll be running more laps next practice.” You inform her and she groans. “Okay, okay.” She huffs, tosses her brush in her makeup box, closing it.

“It looks good, Lottie. Not perfect but it’ll do.” Jackie says and you scrunch your face. Confused on why Lottie would wear makeup during a game. 

The girls walk past you, out of the room. Jackie puts her stuff up and Lottie comes up to you with an annoyed expression. “You okay?” You mouth and she aggressively points to her neck and you see the faint hickeys. You accidentally choke out a laugh, covering your mouth. She rolls her eyes with a smile. Pushing past you. 

Taissa and Van squint their eyes at you as they’re going to walk by as well. “Looks like the leeches are out for more than just Lottie.” Van comments and you turn to her. “Huh?”

Taissa grabs onto your arm, forcing you to walk with the both of them. “You should cover your neck. Looks like you got hickeys at the same time. Double date or something?” Taissa winks at you and you gasp, grabbing at your neck. “No way!” Your eyes were panicked. 

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell.” Van tells you, pretending to zip her lips and you look up to Taissa who does the same.

[froginmygarden]

It started with an ad: Little time left

Okay, he could do this, no biggie. I mean, the fifth time's got to be the charm, right?

"I'm really sorry Mr. Jordan, but your request has been denied. If you have any further questions please contact us via email. Good luck and have a great rest of your day.*click*"

"sssssss..."

That was a hard blow. He wasn't unreliable, he paid his rent on time, so what was the issue, why wouldn't anyone take him, exactly?

"AND I COME HOME TIRED AND HUNGRY AND YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ALL DAY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW HUH??!"

An old woman was sobbing as a middle aged man physically kicked her out the door, continuing to curse at her. Hal was standing at his own apartment door on the other side of the hallway, takeout in one and keys in his other hand. He had an unholy post mind control headache and the noise wasn't helping him any.

"Is there some kind of problem here?" In a blink Hal was at their end of the hallway, standing partially between the pair. They were a Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, not a couple but rather a mother and son. The poor widow moved in a month after her husband's death. The guy used to be pretty quiet, not interacting with other residents, but became much more dislikeable in the poor woman's presence. Hal hadn't bothered learning his name, it didn't really matter.

"It's a family matter, you better stay out of it, beanstalk!" The bastard hissed, grabbing for the now gasping woman, "AAAHH," except he didn't reach quick enough and got yanked away, hard.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"First off, lower your voice, second, hasn't anyone ever taught you not to hit a lady?" Hal squeezed harder, pulling the man further away from his mother. Let's just say the guy wasn't pleased and the situation escalated.

In the end the cops were called and they both got escorted out of the building. Mr. Jenkins was the only one getting arrested, but Hal got a written note for his physical altercation with a neighbour. Which didn't really seem to matter at the time...

"hmmmmmmmm..." Alright, maybe he wasn't the most pleasant of tenants...

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Maybe it was just him, but the lights seemed awfully glaring right now.

Green Latern and Flash were sitting on a rooftop at dawn - whoever said evil never slept sure naild that dawn - having early breakfast, some really amazing chinese.

"Sooooo... How have the things been going?", his friend asked,"WiththeplaceImean!"

Hal could only sigh heavilly through his nose, hanging his head.

"That bad huh?"

"Aha...", he really didn't want to talk about it right now, knowing Barry - he'll still end up doing it anyway.

"You know," Barry started, "you can always crash at mine if you need?" He was so nice about it too, might even be a little fun. They haven't been in contact for a pretty while, if there was an emergancy in his sector his absence could stretch up to multiple months.

"You can just say that you missed me, ya know that?"

They laughed and went on chatting. The day was still young and they had much to catch up on. Hal did end up telling Bary about his wories later in the morning.

"I've been thinking about this for a while... I love Coast I really do... but maybe, if this doesn't end up working out, I should move into OA..."

"oh... Have you talked to Carol about... "moving"?"

"ssssssss mmhh... speaking of Carol..."

...

"What???!!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still nothing, Hal thought, walking through the mid day crowd, everyone rushing somewhere, honking cars stuck in traffic. His worry returning after he'd parted ways with his friend.

Maybe this was some shitty karma, what else could explain this? A sort of divine retribution for something he's done no doupt. Who's snickering from above? Which god should he shake a fist at?

Hal Jordan had been so deep in thought, getting back home on autopilot, that he didn't notice an unidentifiable object heading straight for him, not until it had smacked right into his face with a thwack. A noise nearly loud enough to cover up his muffled squawk.

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"mmmmmmm..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"uuuuuuu ahha!"

"Yeah you're right as always!"

Another day, another shift at Surfer Smile's. This time featuring Dani, who this morning had decided to scream her lungs out any time Danny had stood at most 10 feet away.

Thankfully it was a slow day, not many people to complain about the "disturbing" presence of a small child.

Ms. Soyer - Oh come ooon, Danny, don't be shy! Just call me Britney! <3 - was quite free today as well, it seemed. Since she was right there cooing at the babbling toddler, who looked to be performing the sphinx stretch in what was no doubt an unsuccessfull atempt at ending her tummy-time early.

"BA!", Dani yelled into her personal rug as she slams her face into it's fluffy surface, "Da- diiiii!!", and Danny was already picking her up and bouncing on his feet. Kissing her little head.

"Awww, she's adorable~", Dani scrunched up her little face, so much so that she seemd to have bit a lemon, and Danny smiled at his colleagues cooing, "Yes, she really is."

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"You should lay off the jewelry, children have delicate skin, you could cut the little thing."

She was here again. In all her glory, scowling at him.

"Those rings are also small enough for her mouth and a teribble choking hazard."

She had come, this time without an appointment, and just sat there by the fireplace. And of course she had to say something, never satisfied with just fiddling with her sudoku.

"Ma'am I assure you, I don't leave these things anywhere near her."

Dani may be a toddler now, but she'd at one point had a life of an adolescent. She still had her personality and definitely kept some memories as well, at least enough to recognise some people and locations, and, unlike other small children, didn't have the unprompted need to stuff every object within arms reach into her awaiting maw, in the name of exploring the world.

No. If Dani ever put something between her sharp little mawlers, it was deliberate, calulated for her amusement, either at his or his colleagues expense.

"To be carefull isn't usually enough, noone has more determenation then a child wanting something out of their reach."

Danny agreed, saying he'll consider it later, and old Jenkins left shortly after that, not forgetting to say her ferwells to all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late, he'd decided to take a detour from the bus stop, the air would be good for Dani. His little girl hadn't been able to properly sleep at the practice because of the lights, but started to nod off on their ride home.

She was asleep now, in bed with her turtle, sound asleep, fed, changed, dessed in her pajamas, wrapped in a blanked, and happy.

He'll have breakfas for dinner, eggs plus ham and peas - a classic, he thought after checking his fridge, a grocery run wouldn't hurt.

"You have one voice message", reminded his phone. He'd noticed it ringing earlier, but the number was unknown and the practice disucuradged personal phone usage during work hours. He'd decided to listen back to it later, if a message was left at all.

Guess that time was now.

[spidercatweb]

Perfect Match ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: fem!bau!reader, a little bit of jealous!Spencer 😊, plenty of nervous!Spencer, fluff, a tiny bit of angst i guess, happy ending, r uses dating apps, Garcia and r are besties!!, umm nothing else!

Description: Garcia's wonderful idea of getting r to use dating apps to find her perfect match is not working very well. Spencer gets a little distant when r mentions her plans for a date. r confronts him about this, which leads to confessions, a cancelled date, and a date to take it's place. <3

Word Count: 1,843

Request: "for spencer x reader? early spencer is too shy to ask reader out but reader starts talking about dating and dating apps and Spencer gets really jealous and ends up telling reader he likes them but hes a stuttering mess the whole time?"

A/n: oh em gee 😈😈😈 i enjoyed writing this... i have no experience w dating apps so uhh idk 🤷‍♀️ but i hope this is what you asked for! <3

You weren’t desperate for a boyfriend, you were just getting tired of waiting for the right guy to miraculously appear. So, per Garcia’s suggestions, dating apps seemed to be the best choice. She had also suggested speed-dating at one point, but that was definitely not your thing. So, dating apps it was.

For the past few weeks, you’d spent around twenty minutes a day on these apps. So far, you haven’t had any luck.

Boring. Gross. Likely to become an unsub.

These were the types of men you’d been seeing on the several dating apps you had downloaded.

Maybe the problem was that you were looking for perfect.

On a slow day at the BAU, you sat in Garcia’s office. Her chair was pulled up close to yours as she peered over at your phone screen. It was fun to look at different men’s profiles with a friend.

“Come on, he’s cute!” Garcia swoons.

“No!” He looks like that enucleator we caught last week.” You laugh, swiping left.

Garcia sighs dramatically, “You’re no fun. If you keep up with that attitude you’ll never find a date!” She nudges you with her shoulder while catching a glimpse of the new profile that appeared on your screen.

“I just have standards! Unlike some people.” You tease.

Your attention flashes back to your phone screen. You swipe through the man’s several photos. Attractive. And none of him holding up a fish he caught, that’s a good start. “Hmm.” You go to read his profile information.

“Enjoys reading, quiet nights in, and… horror movies. Okay…” You nod slowly, “Average height, same age as me. Aww, he has a cat.”

“Perfect! I don’t need to know anything else! Swipe right, give him a chance!” Penelope urges you to swipe right.

“Okay,” you giggle, “But if he’s a creep it’s your fault!”

“Oh if he’s a creep, I’ll find out before you do. I am definitely going to background check every single one of your potential partners. Only the best for my girl.”

Your investigation of another man’s profile is interrupted by a knock at the door of Penelope's office.

“Come in!” She shouts loud enough for whoever’s on the other side of the door to hear.

Spencer enters the room with a slight look of confusion on his face, “Hi. What are you guys doing?” He closes the door behind him.

Garcia cheerily explains the situation, “Well, I’m helping Y/n find her dream man. She’s very picky though, maybe you could help find her perfect match with that genius brain of yours.”

“Oh, um-” he laughs nervously, “how exactly are you finding her perfect match? And, statistically speaking, it’s incredibly rare for someone to find their so-called perfect match. There are too many variables to consider. You’d need a very specific set of traits, and of course, nobody is perfect-”

Garcia cuts him off, something she doesn’t do often, “Ah ah ah! You will not make her feel like this is useless!” She points a finger in his face. “And we’ve got her on a few dating apps, of course. Also, not that I don’t enjoy your company, because I love it very much, but why are you in here?”

“JJ wanted you to see her in her office, something about a new case, I think. She texted you but you weren’t answering.”

“Oh I’m so sorry! I guess I was pretty distracted. I’ll go see her right away!” She hops up from her chair and heads towards the door, “You two lovelies have fun while I’m gone! Don’t touch my tech!”

You both giggle as she leaves the room.

An awkward silence washes over the two of you as you’re left alone. You swivel slightly in your chair, phone in hand, your bright screen shows a photo of a man you and Penelope were looking at before Spencer came in. You catch Spencer staring at it from across the room, so you shut your phone off and laugh nervously.

“I, um- Garcia wanted me to try some dating apps, she thinks I’m lonely.” You laugh slightly, “I really don’t know how people are okay with just dating absolute strangers who they know nothing about. That’s really scary to me, I’d much rather date someone I’m already friends with.” You hope Spencer doesn’t think too hard about that last part. Because it would certainly be embarrassing if he figured out you meant him. You’d much rather date him.

“Romantic relationships started online do tend to have a higher failure rate than relationships started in person. And romantic relationships started with someone you’re already close with have the highest rate of success. I really don’t see how people could form a meaningful connection with someone they’ve never met or even spoken to before. I think I would find it hard, not even hearing someone’s voice.” Spencer fidgets with the sleeve of his sweater.

You nod your head, agreeing with him. “I don’t know why I’m using dating apps. It’s not like I have time to date anyway. I spend all my time here.” You huff out a sad laugh.

“No- you- you deserve to have someone, you shouldn’t say that.” Spencer strides closer to you, leaning against Penelope’s desk. “I’m sure you’ll find someone eventually. I mean, you’re incredibly intelligent, you’re funny, kind, attractive-” He pauses, stopping himself, “It’s really only a matter of time.” A slight blush tints his cheeks, he gives you a kind smile.

You look up at him, mirroring his smile. “I guess so.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t had much luck then? With dating apps, I mean.”

“No, not really. But there is this one guy I’ve been talking to.”

“Oh.” he nods, you notice something in his eyes. Disappointment? He was never very good at hiding his feelings. “What's he like?”

“Well, his name is Nick. We’ve been talking for about… a week? I think? We might go on an actual date soon, I think I’m going to ask him.” You grin, thinking about the kind exchanges you’d been having with the man.

“That- That’s really nice. I hope it goes well.” No extra statistics, straight to the point. Odd.

***

A conversation later that day led to you actually asking Nick on a real, in-person date. You only have so much free time, why not spend it enjoying yourself? So, that was it. You officially had a date scheduled for Saturday night. Only three days away.

***

Nothing of note happened for the next three days,though you did see Spencer acting differently. Less rambles, less conversations in the break room, more silent glances he thought you didn’t notice.

At the end of the day on Friday, you catch him before he gets to the elevator. “Spence!”

He turns around to face you, clearly a little startled, “Yeah?” He clutches the strap of his satchel that goes across his chest.

“Are you- Did I do something? Why haven’t you been talking to me?” You attempt to keep a neutral tone, but sadness seeps through.

“I have been talking to you, what do you mean? We talked about the case today-”

“No. You know what I mean, Spencer. You haven’t- went on a fifteen minute ramble about like- sea urchins and their contributions to the ecosystem- or whatever. You’ve been avoiding me.” You can barely look him in the eyes. He’s been one of your closest friends for years and now he’s acting differently. It hurts.

He rushes to explain himself, “Y/n, no. I- You were um-” He pauses. Lying will only make it worse. “You told me about how you were going on dating apps, and how- how you’re going on a date this weekend and-” He takes a breath, “It just really- I was jealous.” He sighs, his face reddens immediately.

“What?” Did I just hear that correctly? Jealous?

“I was jealous I-” He runs his hands over his face, “I am jealous. I’m sorry.”

“So you… are jealous… that I’m going on a date?” You’re still confused.

He nods slowly, avoiding eye contact with you. His face gets more red by the second.

“Because… you want to go on a date with me?” You feel your cheeks warming up, your tone is soft, you ask the question carefully.

“I-” He clears his throat, “Yes. I really- Yeah.” He sighs like he was holding his breath. “I’m sorry, that’s so unprofessional, and I know I shouldn’t treat you differently because of how I feel. I should’ve been thinking about how it would affect the team-”

It takes you two tries to interrupt his nervous ramble, “Spencer.”

His mouth hangs slightly open, you stopped his train of thought completely.

“If you really feel that way, then I’d love to go on a date with you.” You give him a reassuring smile.

He stays silent for a few moments, processing. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You nod.

His smile grows, “Yeah?” he huffs out a surprised laugh. “But what about your other date?”

You giggle, “He- I think he’ll understand. I’m also pretty sure Garcia found some weird stuff about him while she was snooping around so…”

“Ah. Okay.” He nods, “So when… When were you thinking? I mean you don’t have to decide right now of course.”

You can’t hold back a giddy smile. “How about tomorrow? Lunch at the cafe by the used book store?”

“That sounds really nice.” He nods again, eagerly.

“Okay, great. Um- does sometime around twelve work? I can text you when I’m on my way?” You fidget nervously with your necklace.

“Yeah, of course.”

You both stand silently for a few moments, both in disbelief that this is actually happening.

“Um- I should-” Spencer points behind him to the elevator doors.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Your face warms even more, you’d forgotten he was about to leave, “See you tomorrow.”

He echoes back, “See you tomorrow.” He grins as he walks into the elevator. As the doors shut in front of him, you both wave happily at each other.

***

Penelope comes running out from the glass doors of the BAU, “What was that!?” She rapidly waves a pointed finger between you and the elevator.

“Nothing! It was nothing! I was just saying goodnight!” You laugh nervously.

“Liar!! I know that face!” She gasps, “You asked him out!? Oh my gosh! Finally!!” She takes your wordless grin as a yes, and catches you in a tight hug. “You two are going to be so cute, I just know it!” she lets you out of her grasp, “And I won’t tell anyone, pinkie promise.”

***

The Tuesday after your’s and Spencer’s date –which went extremely well, ending with a promised second date after your next case– you notice the rest of the team snickering about the two of you not-so-subtly. The next time you see Penelope, you give her a knowing glare, but you don’t scold her. Really, it’s better the team finds out now rather than later, in some horribly embarrassing way. Unfortunately, this means you’ll have to be signing some paperwork soon.

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[squibsformers]

Feral Fears pt. 2

Transformers x Human

18+

In which the human finds their fangs.

Prev

It took the human… two hours? Maybe? Before they got curious.

And when they got curious, things became dangerous.

They had stolen wire from whoever owned this ship- probably more fuckass robots, knowing their luck. They used it to make rope. lots and lots of rope. Some remained wound and bound up in their makeshift pack, and then more was used to make a way down- one time only, most likely, so they tossed extra out of the hole to store for later.

Then, they went up, not down.

It took work, a lot of hissing and cursing, but they clambered up out of the crate and looked around, squinting. Maybe if they were lucky…

Aha. They scrambled across several crates before getting to one marked with red and white. Even they could figure it out.

Medical supplies.

It took a lot of effort to climb onto the package, more still to pop the case open, but when they did… they couldn't help the delight that shot through them, despite the ache in their arm.

Sharps.

Oh, the little human stomped their feet in delight. Eagerly, they rummaged through, grabbing a few different items. A scalpel, extra blades, some tape and some soft cloths they could use as a blanket or make into something else. Syringe? Yoinked that needle. Some sort of small plastic case full of drill bits? They took a few bits, dumped the rest out into the crate and took the door-sized case. Storage, drill bits were always good, all they needed now was-

AHA.

Containers.

They bundled up all their goodies, the empty plastic test tubes would make for good water storage- a rare find, not difficult though on a ship. Once everything was secured, they made a sling to hold the spear-sized scalpel, packed a bunch of bits and bobs away in the small plastic case, and began abseiling down the side of the crate.

Probably should have tried closing the medkit back up, but they didn't care enough to do so. Fuck these stupid robots, these ones were probably just as bad as the others. Giant, metal monsters, with insatiable appetites for violence and humiliating others.

…They shook their head and kept on going, yanking the wire they used to rappel down and finally dislodged it, bundling it back up and making a run for the nearest wall. Their arm felt like there were two little discs of aching lava lodged in it, but didn't want to dwell on it. They had to hurry.

Come on, come on, they had to find it, they had to find one so they could hide and- BINGO! One ventilation shaft, right on time.

The little human unscrewed some bolts, tossed their junk in and soon followed behind, pushing and pulling their haul along. Dips, turns, sheer wall of metal they used some magnets they had in their pack to get up… There was (hopefully) a machine in this ship like the other had, one that let out water vapor and drifted it up to a dehumidifier that they could use as a water source…

They would be in here for a while, and they would set up a good little base, and be millions of lightyears from those other bastards. Everything would be fine. They would be fine. Everything was fine now.

….Their busted arm hurt so bad…

Once they found a good base camp location, they would be making sure to wrap and brace it as best they could. They were no medic but, well. The little human was sure as hell not about to stroll up to one of THOSE things, asking for help. Those metal demons…

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Oddities followed the Lost Light like a plague in the cycles after they took off from the outpost. Which was normal but…you know.

It was truly no one's fault, everyone that was a passenger aboard had long since accepted the fate. Glitch mice plague? Seen it. Spark Eaters? Dealt with it. Spontaneous hallway brawls?? Ultra Magnus had started making some incident reports ahead of time that he just had to fill in some blanks to save time.

Rodimus…was staring at the storage hold, arms crossed.

“So…we have a thief…?”

“It's pretty likely, Rodimus.” Ratchet grumbled, digging through the medical supply box and sorting while looking at the order he had placed. “That, or the outpost ripped us off. Half of my supplies are missing.” Snarling, he threw a damaged laser scalpel to the ground. “This is a load of slag! What in the pit am I to do with half my order missing- that fabric tape was important for staunching flows in coolant lines!!”

“Frag…” He grumbled, hand on his chin. He looked over to Perceptor, the mech studying the hole in the crate. “Do you think that it was that shady mech with the grey stripes who loaded us?”

The sniper hummed, zooming in on some of the discarded and scattered blades. “Maybe… or perhaps we have a stowaway?” He murmured. “Look at these marks. They're kind of oily, and look like..silicone or rubber digit pads. Very small, but-”

“Dude, I can't see what you're talking about.”

Perceptor huffs.

“I think what we have is someone who snuck aboard. The reason why is anyone's guess, but, taking into account the amount of sharp items that have been taken…”

Rodimus felt a chill slink down his backstruts, glancing over at Ultra Magnus. “...a potential assassin…?”

“Sounds like it…” He grumbled. “The question now is who the target is…. as well as where they vanished off to.”

Perceptor had moved to scouring over the crate, trying to see what he could discover as Ratchet clutched the medical supplies closer, uneasy at what was being said.

“Okay. This stays between us here and those in the security detail.” Rodimus points at Perceptor. “That means no Brainstorm.” He turned, pointing to Ratchet, who looked a bit cross. “And no Drift.”

“You say that as if Brainstorm would focus on something like this.”

“Prime, you're going to end up telling him anyway.”

“I know. But I wanna tell him. Not you.”

“Whoever this was is around the size of a Minibot.”

That caught Magnus's attention, the enforcer looking back over. “Are you certain?”

“Very. It's the only way they could squeeze through a hole this size, though, their plating would catch for sure…” Perceptor slowly stood, tracing a warbling path with a laser pointer before having it end right at the vents. Narrow, but some minis could stand upright in parts of the passages…. “Small, flexible, and doesn't want to be found.”

Rodimus's optics narrow. “Get the smallest security drones to do sweeps through the vents. We're flushing this cyber-rat out.”

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Next NA

[melondecarabia]

⋆˙⟡ sinostra nsfw headcanons 

mdni! 

fem reader 

authors note: back at it again… i'll make this a series 

tw: blood, ritsu being yandere coded

smut under the cut!

taiga 

i think he had plenty of experience before, y'know, whatever is going on with him now. 

dominant vers vibes from this guy. 

likes positions where there's as much skin to skin contact as possible. also encourages you to bite him back even more than he does. it makes him proud to have your marks on him, and displays them like jewelry.

occasionally ties you up, but prefers to use his hands to keep you in place. 

here's my vision: he's got you squished under him on his mattress. his arm is wrapped around your waist and the other is massaging your boob where he's already left a blooming hickey. he buries his face in your hair to take in your scent. for this moment, his head is fuzzy with love instead of the mist of oblivion. he would stay here to listen to your voice for all of eternity, instead of worrying about any trouble if he could. 

above average size dick, but not huge. just the perfect size to stretch you out without causing incredible discomfort. doesn't trim that much, and has a red happy trail. 

absolutely uses you as a good luck charm, even if he doesn't need it. teasingly trails his hands below your skirt to get you worked up in front of everyone, but makes sure no one gets a flash of what's his. 

gets turned on pretty randomly, but one thing that's a guarantee is blood. anomaly blood? he licks it off your skin. paper cuts? he's got your finger in his mouth, and hits you with the bedroom eyes. period? don't mind if he pulls you into a closet to get a taste. hey, he's helping you save on pads! 

definitely does that thing where he makes a ring on your finger by biting it. wants you to do it too, and regularly freshens it up. what a romantic. 

makes moderate noise. mostly breathy teasing, and the occasional loving laughter at your face twisting in pleasure as he hits the right spot. 

for aftercare, he licks at the pinpricks he's left and kisses your bruises as a quiet apology and declaration of love before cleaning you up. 

romeo 

somewhat experienced. mostly outside of campus, as he doesn't want clingy ex-flings around him. he's also very picky about his partner. 

dominant vers, leaning strongly towards top. 

owns toys. high quality, and aesthetically pleasing. deals punishment by edging and overstimulation. has one of those sybian saddles, where he ties you down if he's mad that day. seeing you melt with pleasure is his favorite way to wind down! 

likes positions where you two are face to face. he wants you to admire him and vice versa. 

he wears lingerie, and likes to get matching sets for you two. delicate lace, luxurious silk… yeah, that's what he likes to see. both of you at your best. 

ties you down and blindfolds you with velvet. sensation play is fun to him, hearing your breath hitch when he uses a feather to trail your waist, or dripping some scented specialty candlewax on your stomach. 

my opinion? he loves your tummy. whether it's washboard abs or soft flesh, he loves to grab at it. his favorite painting is birth of venus in my head. 

incredibly possessive. he knows you won't leave him for anyone else (he's raised your standards so high you won't even think about it), but he's seething at any implication someone's into you. yes, you're incredibly beautiful, and deserve to know it and be appreciated, but god help whoever has the nerve to flirt with you. you're his wife!!! (he hasn't proposed or even mentioned marriage, but you're with him for life now. the fact that you don't know is not his problem.) 

not much into leaving marks, except for one. he sucks a hickey right over your heart and wants you to do it too. whenever his blood pressure skyrockets during his fits, he traces his hand over it and calmly smiles. the casino employees get nervous at the sudden change, and fear the worst. 

on occasion, he wants you to top. it's not often, but he likes to be spoiled sometimes, even if he's in charge. telling him he's beautiful while tracing his chest and face will have him blushing and smiling softly. 

aftercare is like visiting a spa. he's got a softly scented bath ready, and he does your skincare routine with a concerningly expensive face mask. affirmations and words of love before sleeping. 

ritsu 

obviously no experience at all. you'll be his first, and if he's got anything to say about it, the last as well. 

submissive vers! would like to be dominant but given the opportunity, he freezes like a deer in headlights. you'll have to take charge for anything to happen. 

previously had no sex drive, and was the type to eat kellogg's corn flakes for it's original purpose. that changes with the first time he has sex! incredibly horny, and it's only right you help him with this predicament as his partner! 

he's into thighs. or, well, any skin you reveal, but if you wear thigh highs and a short skirt, he'll short circuit for a good while. might reprimand you for distracting him, but freezes when you ask what's inappropriate about it. 

smaller than average dick. don't worry though, he'll study you diligently to fulfill your needs! he keeps his hair neatly trimmed. also, very twitchy. 

the first time you gave him a blowjob he passed out after nutting once. he was given sex education, but nothing outside of piv. he's already rebelling in his own way with sex outside of marriage, this is too much! (don't stop) (he's mentally begging) 

loves holding hands during sex! he strokes your ring finger too. he already has your size memorized, he just needs you to meet his parents. 

he's from a very traditional family and has been taught that sex is for procreation only. that is to say, he's got a breeding kink. he would babytrap you if necessary. or just in case...

hmmm… he's been studying hard. massaging his shoulders as he blushes… even if you've slept together before, he still flusters at the contact. he gets hard at the sensation of your breath brushing against his ear. getting him to relax by cockwarming him… he can't look you in the eye. he hides in his face in your chest, and gets lulled by the sound of your heartbeat. somehow even more motivated to study if this is the reward he gets. 

he's whiny! he only has sex in either his or your bedroom, and that's for the best. he's noisy, no matter how much he tries to shut up. it's cute! also he cries easily, as his stamina is quite nonexistent and he gets overstimulated quickly. but no matter how sensitive or out of it he is, he'll get you to cum. whether by continuing to torture his sensitive dick, or by eating you out, he'll fulfill his job as your husband! 

you'll be the one to take care of him most of the time. he gets jellyboned 9/10 times. also, if he's creampied you, he'll insist he's too tired to move for a good while and clings to you with his dick still inside. wonder what that's about… 

[crabberman]

First Kiss

“Tobio!”

The man in question whips his head around, lips forming into a tiny, barely there smile when he lays his eyes on the person who shouted his name. Today was a big match, the prefectural finals against Shiratorizawa. If Karasuno won this they’d be headed off to nationals. Kageyama had been stretching, putting all of his focus into the match ahead of him before he heard his name called.

When he looks up he sees you, standing in the front section of Karasuno’s cheering section waving like an idiot. He squints his eyes, staring at your shirt. It was his alternate jersey. Where did you get it? Kageyama could have sworn he had it in his bag… Through his confusion a soft blush reaches his face. You were cheering him on, wearing his jersey and screaming his name. The peaceful bliss of the moment is interrupted when Hinata appears behind him.

“Woah Kageyama, who's that? Why do they have your jersey?” Hinata sounds surprised.

Kageyama glares at the shorter boy, pushing him away. “Shut up idiot! Why do you even care?”

“Because you’re smiling and it’s freaky!”

Kageyama turns to begin yelling at Hinata when he hears his name again. This time when he looks up he’s met with you making a heart with your hands.

“Tobio! Good luck!” His smile returns as well as the blush. Maybe he didn’t mind everyone seeing. He gives a small wave before the teams are called to their benches, game about to begin.

After 5 long and grueling sets Karasuno came out on top. They were going to nationals. After long bouts of crying and celebrations on the court the team finally decided to leave. As they exit the gym Kageyama feels a tug on his arm. Irritated, he turns aggressively to tell off whoever grabbed him when he sees your face smiling at him. He is quickly engulfed into a hug that he returns after a moment of shock, smiling himself.

“Oh my god Tobio you were amazing! I’m so proud of you I knew you would win!” Kageyama stares at you while you excitedly ramble about his performance on the court. He still didn’t understand why you came. Sure you had asked him out a few months prior and were dating but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you would even want to come to his games.

“Why are you here?” He finally asks, cutting you off. You give him a confused look.

“Why wouldn’t I come? You’re my boyfriend and I like watching you play. I wanted to support you.” Kageyama’s confusion still stands, though another emotion rises. One he doesn’t quite know what to do with. He’s filled with a strong urge to kiss you, he doesn’t understand why though. You notice his stare, shooting him your own confused look.

“You okay babe?” When Kageyama registers the nickname he feels the urge to kiss you grow tenfold until  he can no longer hold himself back.

“Can I kiss you?” He awkwardly blubbers the words out. He feels embarrassed. Why did he say that? His mind swirls and swirls, not even registering how close you had gotten until he feels your lips on his. He freezes for a moment, eyes with shock, before he kisses back. His movements are awkward, just like everything else he does outside of volleyball, but they aren’t unwelcome. Once you pull back he looks stunned while you just smile and laugh.

“Tobio, I think your team is waiting for you. Call me when you get home okay?” He watches you walk away, face red as he brings a hand to his mouth. He can’t believe that he kissed you. It felt good, he wanted to do it again. His thoughts are cut off by Daichi yelling for him to hurry up and get on the bus. He looks in the direction you left one last time before turning to join his team on the bus. Once he sits down he pulls out his phone to text you.

Tobio <3: Can we do that again? 

Tobio <3: Also you have my jersey

Tobio <3: I need that back

[marlynnofmany]

A Temporary Shipwreck

Our luck was just garbage lately. First the client for our latest delivery wasn’t on time to pick up their order, then once we were finally ready to take off, the exceptionally dense asteroid field had shifted to the point where our word-of-mouth map wasn’t accurate anymore. And then, as we tried to maneuver through the mess, some local jerk in a sporty cruiser sideswiped us and never looked back.

Good news: our shields did their job and prevented any damage.

Bad news: that asteroid field was full of junk, including the remains of something mechanical that turned out to be a broken gravity generator. Our little yellow ship got stuck to the side of the scrap heap like a lemon on a pile of compacted cars. At least Kavlae got the solar sails folded in time.

So, there we were, with no other ships in sight. Our own ship’s gravity tech was enough to counteract the pull coming from this thing, so nobody was falling down in the hallways, but escape velocity was going to be a problem. Mimi came up from the engine room to study the readings on the scrap heap, and he didn’t like the odds of igniting something with our thrusters. He also wasn’t wild about the idea of getting up close and personal in a space suit to try turning the generator off. Everything was unstable out there.

Captain Sunlight decided we would send out a distress signal before trying anything rash. The disagreeable client we’d met earlier (by docking ship-to-ship, not landing anywhere sketchy) was long gone, and there weren’t any official civilization centers nearby. But we’d seen other ships on the way here, not to mention the terrible driver who hit us, so surely someone else would be along who could help out.

The captain muttered about raiders in a way that suggested she didn’t want to worry the rest of us, then she shooed everyone away from hanging around the cockpit, and told us to find something else to do.

I did some muttering of my own, mostly about the driving skills of whoever had been at the helm of the cruiser. Maybe all the non-asteroids in this asteroid field were because of drunk drivers. I had no idea if the locals went in for that kind of intoxicants, but it seemed possible.

I thought of something else to do, and headed for the cargo bay. That client who was late earlier had also refused part of the shipment we were supposed to give them. Thankfully they’d paid the whole price for the delivery service, but it was an unpleasant interaction all around. Yes, today has just been a delight from the start. Anyways, they’d left us with a box of food that no one was excited about. I heaved it off the floor and took it to the kitchen where Eggskin was chopping roots on a counter.

I set the box down by their feet. “Ta-dah.”

Eggskin gave it a look. “Oh my,” they said, putting aside the food prep. They dried their scaly yellow-green hands on a cloth, folded it fastidiously, then opened the box and removed one can of many. “There certainly is a lot of it.”

“Is it the kind you thought it was?” I asked, picking up another can. The trade-language label declared it to be the highest quality gelatinized food-flesh that money could buy. With extra sodium. Yummy.

“I’m afraid so,” Eggskin said, digging through the box in hopes of finding something else at the bottom. “This is edible by all species onboard, but I can’t promise anyone will enjoy it. Plus I’ll have to put extra attention to balancing the crew’s sodium intake at significant portions.”

“At least it lasts a long time,” I said, finding the expiration date. I was pretty sure I knew which standard time system it was referencing.

Eggskin reached the bottom, then arranged the cans back into tidy columns. “I’m not surprised someone didn’t want this. It wouldn’t be difficult to over-order.”

The ship’s intercom chimed. Captain Sunlight said, “Will Zhee, Trrili, and Coals kindly join us in the cockpit? I’d like a consultation about translations and what may be a Mesmer vessel.”

I wasn’t a Mesmer or a translator, but I was curious, and Eggskin was cocking a browridge at me like they knew that.

“Go ahead,” said the cook/medic, turning back to the roots on the counter, with a detour to wash any box germs off their hands first. “Just shove that into a corner, will you?” They pointed their tail at the meat products.

“Sure thing.” I moved it to an out-of-the-way spot, then hurried toward the cockpit. I heard Zhee’s bug feet clicking down the hall ahead of me.

When I arrived, I found Trrili lurking in the hallway, a collection of shiny black-and-red exoskeletoned limbs that didn’t fit comfortably in the cockpit when anyone else was there. She didn’t acknowledge me, but she definitely saw me with her range of vision. She politely folded a pincher arm so I could peek into the room.

Zhee was there, shiny purple and taking up an awkward amount of space. I didn’t even see Coals at first because he was on the opposite end of the size scale: short and stocky and standing on the other side of Kavlae’s pilot chair. Brick-red scales were barely visible over her sleeve as she adjusted the focus on one of the screens, flapping her frills in what looked like concern.

Wio was in the other seat, her tentacles fiddling with the controls, with Captain Sunlight standing in between, but all the rest of my attention moved to the spaceship shown onscreen. It was electric blue and exceptionally glittery.

The captain gestured with a yellow-scaled hand and said, “You can see why I thought of Mesmer construction.”

Zhee flicked an antenna. “It is stylish, for certain, but not shaped like a Mesmer vessel.”

Trrili agreed. “I’ve never seen one formed like that before. Perhaps the ship-builders were impressed by the awe-inspiring coloration schemes of all things Mesmer, but no, that is not one of ours.”

I honestly didn’t know how they could tell. Spaceship design was not my specialty. It looked like a normal enough shape to me: pointy in front and all that. And it sure did sparkle. But our friends the bug aliens weren’t the only ones who liked that kind of paint job.

Captain Sunlight nodded her lizardy head. “That’s a good sign, then. The raiders I was told to watch for are definitely Mesmer. An insult to the species at large, I’m sure.”

Both Trrili and Zhee angled their antennae in a way that looked like they agreed.

The captain continued. “Before we contact them, I have a question about the ship’s name. Can either of you shed some light on that?” She looked at Trrili and Coals, the translation experts, as she had Wio bring it up on the smaller screen.

Trrili hissed quietly, seeming thoughtful.

Coals said, “The lettering is regular enough, but I’ve got to admit the spelling is a little odd for Doorway. Maybe it’s a different trade language using the wrong symbols…”

Trrili said, “Or yet another made-up sound, here to annoy us.”

Coals nodded. “Or that.”

I studied the words on the small screen while the glittery ship coasted along on the big one. They didn’t look like anything at first, then I sounded them out. Phonetically, they were very similar to the Doorway words for ‘your’ and ‘mother.’ I burst out laughing. “Does that say ‘Yer Mama’??”

The rest of the crew stared at me with alien eyes. Captain Sunlight asked, “Is that a significant phrase?”

“Sort of,” I said, catching my breath. “Call it a friendly insult. A funny thing to name a spaceship.”

Wio said, “Either way, they’re probably not raiders. Should we contact them before they leave? They don’t seem to have spotted us over here.” She waved a tentacle at the big screen, where the ship was maneuvering around a different junk heap.

As I watched, they launched a long cable with something on the end, which caught on the scraps. Then they began reeling in what looked like an inert warp drive, and I laughed again. “They’re fishing! That’s why the ship is glittery; it’s a bass boat in space! Please contact them; I have to see if they have the accent I expect.”

At the captain’s nod, Kavlae sent the message in their direction. The ship finished reeling in its catch. Then it turned and headed toward us.

A human face appeared onscreen. “Hey, y’all need a hand?”

I grinned and waved from behind the captain while she politely explained the situation. Two other humans who looked much like the first in an extended-family sort of way peered over the speaker’s shoulder.

In no time flat, the glittery spaceboat was all set up to tow us out of the miniature gravity well, with their fishing hook held by our ship’s grabbing arm. Wio made sure it was properly in place while Mimi appeared out of nowhere to keep an eye on the ship’s damage readout. The captain gave the go-ahead.

They hauled us out of there as easy as landing a minnow. And they were mighty pleased about it.

Captain Sunlight said, “Thank you! We are deeply grateful for your help.”

“No problem at all! Say, you want to land that bird and give her a once-over somewhere with atmosphere? The Island isn’t far, and you can buy us a drink in thanks.”

Some polite questioning from the captain got us a description of the local hangout: a place that had once been a mining operation, and was now a not-on-official-maps trading post. Apparently it had its own gravity generator and atmosphere, along with a force field to keep the asteroids and space junk from slamming into it from all that gravity. The way they described it made it sound like a hollow planet the size of a small town, with entrances on two sides that were kept free of debris. The air quality was, as the man said, “The best money can buy.”

That gave me an idea. Before I could speak up, Mimi told the captain that a manual inspection would in fact be a good idea, and Trrili hissed from the hallway that she would be more than enough of a deterrent to keep away any troublesome types that might be there.

That must have made it over the speakers to the other ship, because the man laughed and said, “The only troublesome types are folks just having a beer! We keep away the real problems with stories about raiders in these parts.”

Captain Sunlight kept her expression calm as she said, “Then I think we’ll take you up on the invitation. Kindly lead the way.”

I whispered to her, “Ask if they want the canned meat.”

“The what? Oh, right.” Captain Sunlight turned back to the screen. “Would you like some packaged food with that drink? We have a box of gelatinized meat in good condition we’ll be happy to give you.”

I piped up, “It’s the best money can buy!”

“Aw yeah, love that stuff!” the man said. “Sure thing! C’mon and we’ll lead you over to the Island.”

We followed the glittery fishing boat through space, and I called Eggskin in to give everyone a rundown on what kind of human drinks they should politely decline.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).