#he's just full third-wheeling fifth-wheeling

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And many a knee weakens, and pulse quickens, at the mere mention of Thraxus Relaxus-

Boorman!

[aikatoru]

Best friend Satoru who hangs out at your house more often than he does at his cause he complains that his million dollar duplex isn’t as comfy.

Best friend Satoru who is no stranger to skin ship with you, letting you sit on his lap whenever there’s not enough space on the couch with all your friends.

Best friend Satoru who your boyfriend gets jealous of cause you’d spend all day texting him and giggling at your phone but you’d always tell your boyfriend that he’s just a friend.

Best friend Satoru who third wheels on your dates more often than not, getting in between you and your boyfriend and just being a cockblock.

Best friend Satoru who knows all your likes and dislikes. Who buys you your favorite Starbucks drink every morning and your favorite treats whenever you asked.

Best friend Satoru who spoils you by gifting you expensive jewelry for your birthdays, always loving the look on your face and the annoyed look on your boyfriend’s even more.

Best friend Satoru who rushes over to your house in the middle of the night immediately after you called him crying that your stupid insecure little boyfriend cheated on you with some nameless hoe.

Best friend Satoru who comforts you with ice cream as you cry your heart out to him.

Best friend Satoru who wipes away your tears and kisses you despite you being a mess.

Best friend Satoru whose one kiss turned into a full blown make out session and just like that all clothes are off and he’s fucking you raw into your couch.

Best friend Satoru who you’re convinced is the best fuck of your life as he brings you to your fifth orgasm of the night.

Best friend Satoru whose cum is leaking out of you as you laid spread out in front of him, trying to catch your breath and maybe…he’s not just a friend anymore?

[pleasejustletpercyrest]

I’m surprised I haven’t caved and done this yet, but I NEED to talk about how fucked up it is that ole Papa Ricky missed out on prime ace/aro representation via Leo Valdez in favor of? Ruining part of his character arc? Let’s get into it.

Essentially, Leo’s entire character is based off of the loser boy who relentlessly flirts with anything that moves because he’s desperate. We see this in almost every book until he starts to get serious, and of course when the Calypso plot line begins. IGNORING THAT ENTIRE SECTION OF THE BOOKS, and instead looking more closely towards the whole “seventh wheel” thing, I would very much like to point my gay little finger and declare Leo on the a-spec.

Leo as a character is very performative, and we see him taking the role of the comedian, or the resident funny guy along with his throwaway usefulness as the engineer and repairer. In his POV multiple times we see a deeper exploration to his thoughts and actions, while in everyone else’s eyes, he’s just annoying, funny, and hyperactive. While this is an entirely different post I should be making in the name of Leo Valdez and all of his quirks and flaws, I also think that this inherently plays into the loneliness and separation that we see over and over again casting him as the third/fifth/seventh wheel.

I think there’s also something very telling about that desperation. Besides Rick very quickly throwing him into a romance to solve most of his “problems”, a lot of the earlier books show him flirting and throwing himself at women, but there’s no SUBSTANCE to it. In my personal experience, and in something very often seen in the aro/Ace community, to fit into social norms, you often try to attach yourself quickly to people, or convince yourself and your peers that you are experiencing crushes/attraction for a way to fit in to conversation and convention. Unintentionally, Rick wrote this little playboy character who is SO EASILY read as queer, specifically ace/aro!!!!

While we can only give the books so much credit for diversity and representation (as they are written by a cishet white man well past his 30s), the way that Leo is written so stereotypically gives me FUEL to headcanon that he is better than written. I like to think of his third wheel era with Piper and Jason as a sort of PART 1 to this realization, and then PART 2 comes around with Hazel and Frank. There could have been so many silly interactions if he was actually pursued as a queer character, and I will forever rage because of the sloppily thrown labels after HoO with Nico’s coming out arc.

(Once again, big W for the representation being shown, but I do have some issues with the execution)

I just imagine Leo, confused, watching these relationships on the Argo II and taking notes about what romantic attraction looks like. He has messy notes scribbled on his palm like:

-Laughs at joke that is NOT funny because they are blinded by love???

-Look like idiots holding hands and staring into each others eyes

-‘I would die for you’ but in a sexy way (aka how to date in demigod 101)

-Whatever the fuck Percy and Annabeth have going on

Relationships, specifically romantic ones, seem to be the only way that Rick truly allows important interactions to happen. What happened to declaring your loyalty but in a platonic sense? What happened to fighting for the power of friendship? What happened to Grover?!?!!!

I also truly believe that there could have been an entirely new angle explored between Nico and Leo’s relationship, and how they could’ve become tentative friends after Leo comes back from the dead, especially after the death of Jason Grace. I see perfectly an interaction that would go something like:

Leo, approaching Nico wearily at the dining pavilion: hey man, how did you realize you were gay?

Nico, not paying much attention, absolutely destroying a bowl of cereal: didn’t like women, liked men

Leo, nodding seriously, knowing full well that he isn’t gay but also not straight: I see…

ADDITIONALLY there could have been such a fun friendship with Piper and Leo if Rick Riordan wasn’t a coward and actually gave Piper a character arc where she was established as queer instead of just sprinkling it in at random. Piper, as a daughter of Aphrodite, with that ‘love sense’, I truly believe they’re could have been such fun scenes such as:

Piper, suspicious that Leo isn’t straight: so…you have any crushes?

Leo, panicking because now he has to think of someone who could reasonably be seen as someone he was crushing on: uh, um, uh, what’re you? A cop???

Piper, getting literally no vibes of any attraction whatsoever from Leo, throwing her tf off: uh, maybe

This also leaves the very real, very hilarious question of what Leo would see if he ever met Aphrodite. As Jason sees a lot of Piper, and Percy sees basically just Annabeth, I think it would be interesting to have an internal dialogue of Leo meeting the goddess of love and having her features shift constantly to try and fit an impossible attraction by melding together traits that are stereotypically pretty or beautiful.

Not all of this was entirely coherent, but I have very strong feelings on this headcanon and I am HORRIBLE at articulating anything in a way that makes sense. Thank you for, once again, coming to my Teddy Talky.

[nicodemuslily]

A day at work

Those uber-sketchy-sketches illustrate a text that I have written about my favorite BAU team and, most of all, about my favorite character ever: Daddy Hotch! /o/

Well, the story takes place after Haley’s death and before Jack is able to go to school. On the first drawing, JJ enters Hotch’s office to discover him with a surprise package in his arms. Jack is sleeping into them when his father is working on the accounts of the BAU. Hotch explains her that Jessica is on a country trip for family business and that the babysitter is not available. Then, Hotch has to stay at the bureau when the others wheel up for a new case. 

Second drawing, JJ was the only one to know about Jack presence when he suddenly talks to his dad in a middle of a visioconference with his crew. Garcia immediately runs to the boss office to squeeze tiny-Hotch in her arms. And Jack is thrilled to meet again the shiny and funny FBI agent. During this time, Hotch is just trying to reach for a tiny colored felt cap that rolled under the couch. 

Third drawing: Hotch has to make an evaluation for Strauss. As so, he entrusts Jack to Garcia for an hour. A good point because she’s the only one in the building able to brake the FBI firewall to have access to some streaming platform with many animated movies. She is supposed to work during this time, but Hotch finally finds them enjoying the same movie together.

Fourth drawing: actually, this one takes place before the third one but whatever. Garcia is working on a request from the team, when she turns on her wheelchair and discovers that the boy disappeared. Following Morgan advice, she runs to the men bathrooms as he is under no surveillance camera. She enters the room, eyes closed, hand on her face, apologizing and calling for the boy at the same time. Receiving no answer, she comes out to bump into Hotch himself. [spoiler]Jack wasn’t into the toilet but he ran back into his father office to take his favorite toy with him. His goal was to turn back to Garcia’s office then. Hotch was searching to Garcia only to reassure her because he knows she will be upset then.[/spoiler]

Fifth drawing: Hotch is trying to explain to his son why he calls Penelope, Garcia, and not Penelope, even if he considers her as a closed friend (that’s why he also calls her Penelope sometimes). [spoiler]He didn’t succeed to make his son understand this weirdness of the adult world[/spoiler] Then, they choose what they want for lunch. 

Sixth drawing: Garcia, Hotch and Jack take their lunch altogether in Hotch’s office. Jack wants to eat his ice cream sit on his father chair and Aaron agrees only if he doesn’t put his fingers full of chocolate everywhere on his desk. Garcia and Hotch take this time to have a tchat together, Penelope wanting to be sure that her boss is okay. 

Last drawing: end of the day, the team is back after they closed the case, as they caught the bad guy. Penelope suggests for a restaurant and Jack asks to come with them. JJ tells him he will be their special guest and, as Jack wants for some pizza, Rossi says that he knows a place. 

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Did this at work, with absolutely no references and not even the good materials. Sorry for the sketchiness of this, but that was fun. :D

[diabelskoga]

Birthdaay assskk! The door of the kitchen’s cabin is opened and shut with a single slam, the artist holds it closed as there’s loud bagging on the other side. Mr 3 seems roughed up, out of breath as if he just ran a whole marathon. “ IF THE WAX WASN’T EDIBLE YESTERDAY IT NOT GOING TO BE EDIBLE TODAY GA NE! IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT! JEEEZZZ! IT IS NOT ! E DI BLE GAAA NEEE! ” He screams, sweat dripping from his forehead as he finally turns an angry gaze towards the blond there. “ Y—YOU MANIAC, CRAZY, IRRESPONSIBLE! Yeeeess I may have been a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle harsh on my little pay back but this? THIS IS INSANE! HYAAA— ” After one last big thud, things seem to settle as Mr 3 slowly slips to the floor, sitting down but still holding on to the door. “ ……….Fuwaaaaa! Oh! the things I have to say—but not today. Today I shall indulge in a little kindness... ” The artist looks over the window while fixing his bow tie. A shiny and adorned wheel lighter is taken from his shirt pocket. A single slide is enough to open and show the flames and it closes in a pleasant click as he throws it to the blond. “ To match your golden one, huh. It’s always good to have more than one, right? Have a terrible birthday, ga ne. I shall take my leave. ” An annoyed huff to the side as he triumphantly walked to the door… just to turn back, shoulders dropped in anxious stance. “ Aaaaactually may I stay for a little more?… Pretty Pleaaaaseee gaaa neeeee ”

birthday asks. ( accepting! )

This was his third? No, his fifth cigarette; a certain day where Sanji would happily go through at least two packets to feel normal. Is this bad for his health? Yup. Does he care? Nope. He brought his fifth cigarette to his lips, his hands now patting his pockets for his lighter. Then suddenly there's a slam, which made him drop his cigarette out of surprise and shock. He swore underneath his breath; he was not expecting that. ( Then again, he should've. )

Turning around, Sanji saw Mr 3; all dishevelled, panting, as if running for his life. He sounded like he ran for his life, and then his exclaims made him grin, amused. He was definitely running for his life. He bent down, plucking the dropped cigarette off the ground and brushing off the dust or dirt with a few quick swipes of the hand.

With the cigarette back between his lips, Sanji stood there, arms crossed over his chest; facing the angry trumpets that was Mr 3's voice. ❝ Little? ❞ Offended by that, Sanji uncrossed his arms; hands now relocated on his hips, glaring down at the devil fruit user. Little?! ❝ You know what's little? Canapés! Finger foods! That's little! Your finger food was a full-on middle finger and a shit show of humiliation! That is not little to my standards! ❞

His tongue clicks at the roof of his mouth, tsking, his anger simmering for a moment like it was on low heat. Then he glanced at the present. He grabs it in mid-air, catching it and looking at it, flickering the lid up with practise effort. Humming, Sanji marvelled at the mermaid. What a cutie! He looked satisfied with that, liking the silver and the blue.

❝ Funny enough, I was looking for my golden one. ❞ But this will do, as Sanji lights it up, using it to burn the tip of his cigarette. Ah, that is so much better. Raising a curly eyebrow, Sanji watched Mr 3 almost leave. He took note of his anxious form, a clear sign that he did not want to step out. He huffs. ❝ Fine. Stay. Annoy me even a little and you're out, got it? I'm only letting you stay because you got me a fine gift. ❞

[allthingsfangirl101]

Fourth of July Deal–Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington and I have a complicated and confusing past. Over the years, we've flirted and even admitted our feelings for each other, but something always came up. Every time we tried to take things further and have the conversation that naturally comes next, something big always happened.

After high school, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat through our graduation, my eyes barely not on Steve. He caught me staring and smiled. When I didn't return his smile, it dropped into a frown. There was an after-party but I didn't go.

About forty minutes after the party was scheduled to start, someone knocked on my window. I pushed aside my curtain and sighed when I saw Steve smiling at me. I opened my window but didn't move aside for him to crawl through.

"What?" He smirked.

"If you're drunk," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest, "you might as well leave."

"I'm not drunk," Steve laughed. His smile faltered when I still hadn't moved. "Y/N. . ."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this," I said, my voice dropping.

"Y/N, I know things have been. . ."

"Steve," I cut him off, my voice breaking. "The first time we confessed our feelings, Hawkins Lab interrupted. The second time, my grandfather got sick. The third time, Hawkins Lab interrupted again. The fourth time, my parents were going through their divorce. I don't think I can take a fifth disappointment, Steve."

"Y/N. . ."

"I think it's time we move on."

I started to close the window, but Steve grabbed my hand. "No," he said, sounding desperate. "Y/N, please. Just give me another chance. I promise, this time. . ."

"This time what?" I interrupted. "It's going to be different? We won't have something come between us? I'm tired, Steve. I'm tired of having my heartbroken."

"I never meant to break your heart, Y/N," he said quickly. "Please let me help you fix it."

"Steve," I stuttered. "There's no point."

"Yes, there is," he insisted.

"I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" He asked, his voice getting caught in his throat. "Where are you going?"

"We're going camping," I sighed, "for the whole month of June."

"Will you be back on the Fourth of July?" He asked instantly.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Why?"

"The mayor is throwing this big Fourth of July Carnival."

"So?"

"I'll take you on our first date."

"Steve. . ."

"Please," he practically begged. "I promise I will be there. No matter what."

                                * * * * *

I tightened the strap on my Fourth of July sundress. It was a cute dark blue A-line dress with fireworks all over it. I slipped on my white sneakers and grabbed my red satchel. I checked my hair and make-up in the mirror for the fiftieth time.

It's been a month and tonight was the big Fourth of July carnival.

Steve had called this morning and left a message for me to meet him there around 8. I glanced at my clock, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw it was 7:30. I was paranoid and nervous so I decided to get there early.

We had agreed to meet by the Ferris Wheel. Since I had gotten here so early, I walked around. By the time I got here, everything was in full swing. People were running around, eating, laughing.

At 7:55, I finally allowed myself to head to the Ferris Wheel. I played with the strap on my bag as I waited. 8 o'clock came and went and nothing. The more time that went by, the lower my stomach sank.

I looked down at my watch, a sob getting stuck in my throat when I saw the time.

9:43

I had been standing here for almost two hours. I took a shaky breath, shoving the tickets I bought for the Ferris Wheel in my bag. I angrily wiped a tear that had escaped off my cheek. I rolled my shoulders and stood up straight. I held my head up straight as I started to leave.

"Y/N! Wait!"

I turned around and saw Steve sprinting toward me. I gasped when as he got closer, I saw his face covered in bruises and dried blood.

"What happened?" I gasped when he stopped in front of me.

"Nothing," he stuttered. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

"Steve," I said. "What happened to you?"

"Turns out, the mall was on top of a Russian lab," Steve chuckled. He looked down at his watch, his face dropping.

"Damn it," he mumbled to himself. "Y/N, I swear, I tried to get here on time."

He paused before adding, "But the fifth time, I was kidnapped by Russians."

"What?!"

I grabbed his face and immediately started looking over his injuries. Steve smiled as he reached up and grabbed my wrists but didn't pull my hands off of his face.

"I'm fine," he whispered. His eyes softened when he saw the tears building in mine.

"What's wrong?" He asked under his breath.

"I thought you stood me up," I said shakily. "I was standing here. . . I was so angry at you but. . . They were torturing you?"

He finally pulled my hands away from his face and pulled me into his chest. He wrapped me tightly in his arms.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I'm okay."

I looked up at him and gently grabbed his face. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. Steve instantly reacted. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and started kissing me back.

When we were both out of breath, we slowly broke the kiss. We looked into each other's eyes, neither one us able to stop smiling.

"I'm sorry I was late," Steve whispered.

"It's okay," I chuckled as I snaked my arms up his chest and wrapped them around his neck.

"I mean it," he said, the tone of his voice slightly changing. "I won't be late again."

I laughed as he leaned down and kissed me again. I let out a small moan as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. We didn't care that we were at a carnival, surrounded by people, as we got lost in our kiss. I gasped, breaking our kiss when Steve slid his hand down my back and found my ass.

"Easy there, Harrington," I teased. "There are children present."

"We could go somewhere there aren't any," Steve chuckled. I playfully hit his shoulder, pushing him back. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into his chest.

"What would you like to do first?" He asked, tightening his arms around my waist.

I reached into my purse and grabbed the Ferris Wheel tickets. He smiled as he took them from me. He grabbed my hand with his free hand and led me to the Ferris Wheel.

We rode the Ferris Wheel in silence, stopping at the very top. I smiled when the fireworks started. Steve wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. I lazily draped my arm across his stomach.

"I can't stop saying I'm sorry," he sighed. I leaned up and kissed his jaw. Steve instantly leaned down and kissed my lips. I broke the kiss, earning a small pout from Steve.

"Fifth time's the charm."

[posswrites]

When the end of October rolled around, Harry and Hermione had been spending most of their evenings in the Room of Requirement, which Hermione confirmed by their location on the map when they left, sneaking to the fifth floor after everyone had gone. Hermione frequently complained about how useful this room would’ve been when she had the time turner, because it would have been great for doing homework. Harry did feel bad because he still hadn’t told Ron about the room at all. He knew he’d have to, and he’d been meaning to, the right opportunity had just never come up. He’d wanted to wait for a time when no one was around, which was rare, and he couldn’t just blurt it out, so he was waiting for relevant conversation, which was nearly impossible. He could just see it now - “yeah, Hermione and I have been spending our nights in a secret room that I haven’t told you about because it’s great to be alone”.

But it felt weird to be there without him. For years, it had always been the three of them - the trio . And as much as he loved spending alone time with Hermione, this felt like a weird sort of betrayal to be here without him. Not that he’d have a good time just spending his nights studying, but he had to be careful about this sort of thing. Ron had joked about being their third wheel over the summer, and Harry had promised him he didn’t have to worry about it. With Hermione’s head resting on his shoulder from where she’d fallen asleep in the middle of studying, though, it was beginning to feel like Ron had a point.

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

Congrats on 300 Claire!! 🎉🎉 I spun that delightfully smutty wheel of yours in celebration and landed on Javier Peña + MO😏😏 I can't wait to see what that gorgeous brain of yours comes up with!!

Aw, thank you so much for your patience as I work my way through these many months later. 💖💖💖💖 I love how you always have something kind and positive to say about my fics, and how you always provide a dash of sweetness and light around here. I smile every time I see your name pop up on my dash or my notifications!! 😍

Here’s “making out” with Javier Peña below the cut!

Word count: 930

Rating/Warnings: Mature 18+ only (no minors), kissing, curse words, smoking, references to sex, and references to prostitution

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (female reader, co-DEA Agent, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)

You opened the passenger side door of the sedan and plopped into the front seat. Javier had been here for three hours on stakeout, and you were coming to relieve him for a bit. 

Javier’s fourth or fifth cigarette of the evening curled a lazy string of smoke out the driver’s side window as he held the binoculars, training them on the third floor of a known ‘house of ill repute’ across the street from his parking spot. A low-level sicario named García was known to frequent the establishment, and it was an open secret that Javier did the same on occasion. 

You propped your foot on the passenger side of the dashboard and took a swig from his can of soda in the cupholder. Flat. Gross. 

You sighed as the warm Colombian night air shifted through the open windows and cooled you ever-so-slightly. 

“Where’s García now?”

Javier shrugged. “Still in the bedroom with the girl. He might be there another couple of hours.” He put the binoculars down on his lap and took a drag of his cigarette. “He usually pays for the full night, but it’s a crapshoot on whether he stays the whole time or leaves early.”

“Got it,” you yawned. 

“Late night, cariño? Am I keeping you up past your bedtime?” Javier winked and you felt your panties get a little damp, but not for any reason to do with the sweltering summer night. You had worked with Javier Peña long enough to know that his flirtations weren’t personal, although your pussy didn’t seem to know that. 

“Yeah, I should have been tucked in bed hours ago, like a true woman of leisure.” You yawned again and stretched your hands behind your head. 

Javier chuckled and shook his head, then stubbed his cigarette out in the car’s overflowing ashtray. “You telling me this stakeout isn’t luxurious? We have AM/FM radio, a half a pack of cigarettes, and the U. S. Government’s full permission to sit on our asses for a few hours.”

“Well, I’m here to relieve you, so you can go do something else with your ass for a little bit, Peña.”

He laughed and handed you the binoculars. Just then you caught a flash of movement through Javier’s window. García had exited the front door of the brothel and was crossing the street - heading straight toward your vehicle.

You dropped the binoculars on the floor and lunged toward Javier, your brain supplying the only cover you could think of: pretend to be a prostitute and make out with a customer. 

“Kiss me right now,” you breathed as Javier’s face twisted into surprise. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to your mouth, keeping one eye on García as he approached. 

Your attention was split: half on keeping tabs on García and half on the way that Javier’s lips worked against yours. He was warm and soft, and more tender than you ever would have anticipated. You belatedly realized that Javier had lifted one hand to cup your face, and the other was wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer as his tongue bumped softly against the seam of your mouth. 

You couldn’t help the way your eyes closed for a brief moment as you opened your mouth to let Javier explore. You hummed a sigh of satisfaction and then snapped your eyes open again, scanning over Javier’s shoulder for any sign of the suspect. 

García walked to a car sitting on the same side of the street as Javier’s vehicle, parked just ahead with one unoccupied car between them. He opened the driver’s side door and slipped inside. You broke off from the kiss and turned to look out the windshield. García pressed the brakes and started the car, but didn’t pull away from the curb.

You suddenly realized that you still had your hands fisted in Javier’s shirt, and you let go with a gasp. “Sorry! Oh my god, I thought he was going to see us. So I had to pretend to be a prostitute.”

Javier blinked at you and chuckled. “Well if you wanted my affections, cariño, you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pretend to be a prostitute.”

“No, I mean, I thought he was going to- and you know, I had to do something-” you stumbled over your words. 

Javier winked again, “Don’t worry, I understand. Your secret’s safe with me. But if you ever want to do that again, just say the word.”

García released the brakes and started to pull away from the curb. Javier started his ignition and prepared to follow him. Suddenly Javier’s radio crackled to life. 

“Peña, you there?”

He grabbed the handset. “Peña. Go ahead.” 

“Discontinue surveillance of García. Repeat, discontinue surveillance of the suspect. Direct orders from upstairs. Over.”

Javier let out an impressive string of curse words in both English and Spanish. He depressed the button and gave a halfhearted, “Copy that.” 

He slapped the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “Fuck.”

You put a hand on his arm, giving him a tentative squeeze. “Hey, we both have some free time now…”

Javier turned and looked at you with interest.

You smiled, “Wanna make out some more? I know a place that’s pretty luxurious.” 

Javier smirked and leaned closer to you. “Is that so?”

You smiled and wrapped your arm around his neck. “Yeah, it’s got AM/FM radio and everything.”

Javier laughed low as his lips met yours again. You sighed and let the night breeze caress you as you melted into his kisses. 

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

Please please infodump about the lore please 🥺

You’ve just opened a Pandora’s box full of nonsense (thanks for enabling me <3)

Poe is a great cook - he used to spend HOURS in the kitchen with Shara, watching her cook and helping whenever she’d let him. Now, it’s something that makes him feel close to her whenever he makes a meal for someone else because he remembers how much effort and love she’d put into all of her food

Finn is The Matchmaker. He got Rey and Rose together (it was significant easier than trying to get Poe and Reader together). He just loves to see his friends happy, but he never feels like a third/fifth wheel because they’re friends first and couples second

When Poe joined the Air Force straight out of high school, Kes didn’t talk to him for a few weeks. As much as he loves his son and supports him in anything, this was the one thing Kes said he could never do. Poe just wanted to be like his parents, wanted to honor his mom’s legacy

Adding onto that last bullet point, Kes is the one who convinced Leia to give The Resistance to Poe and Finn - ultimately it was her idea but Kes definitely did some meddling. She loves stopping in unannounced - those are her boys, she loves them like sons, but they get spooked easily (they just want to impress her)

Finn is scared of birds, and everyone gives him shit for it. He can’t explain why, but he hates all birds. Like if one comes near him, he’s going to move

Rey also wanted to join the Air Force, but she quickly released it wasn’t for her. The boys, who she’d met literally a few days before she made this decision, supported her 10000% and made her promise to keep in touch. She did, and then she went to college and worked her ass off. She’s a kick ass lawyer (which I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned)

Just like how Leia decided they were all her children (she’ll meet Reader soon I promise), Kes practically adopted Finn and Rey as soon as they met him. For at least five years straight they were spending every holiday at the Dameron household (he still loves Rose, but he saw two orphans who were besties with his son and said ‘they’re mine now’)

These are all just kinda off the top of my head, but please keep asking questions!! Literally anything anyone wants to know, I’ll tell you (except major spoilers, y’all will just need to wait…)

[lunanheartache]

this is babygar. young jgar & lamb.. theyve been adventuring for a little bit, known each other a smidge. theyre on watch on a job together and just hangin out. 1.9ish k

nature is loud. nightfall just means new music. sheltered in a small copse just off the road, j'gar sits with his back against a wagon wheel and admires the sound. crickets and cicadas and chatterbugs, each chirping their own recognizable chorus. it sounds like back home, like walking back from town with his family after one of any dozen of festivals with his heart warmer than summer, like staying up late nearly half out the window to read by moonlight. insects themselves don't live for long but the instinct does; there's that almost-butterfly feeling in his bones, a weird sort of comfort that these are the same sounds his momma heard growing up in the valley, same sounds her momma and every other iteration before him heard. he's looking at the same full moon and listening to the same bugsong as back in lunan, and that.

well, it's bittersweet tonight, but bittersweet don't mean not good. it's good. like a pink clay balm, it settles some itch that he knows has been growing under the skin for a while. if he closes his eyes, he can pretend he's out in the field with ruva while he talks about constellations and star stories.

but he's on a job, and ruva is not here. the stray fireflies that wander in, lost from the honeysuckle vines and windy fields, are familiar but new to him. the starlight through cracks in the canopy is unnameable.

j'gar takes a deep breath.

he scans the woods in front of him again. with the full moon drenching everything in thin silver, it isn't hard to see. finer details blur and jumble, but the core is still unmistakeable. the horses are quiet standing side by side, kept in a small makeshift corral. that's a good sign. no smell or sense to frighten them means nothing to worry about. nothing moves beyond leaves in the soft breeze, almost like blessing between the sticky heat of summer. the insect chatter drones unchanged. nothing to disturb it, nothing to break it to silence like a warning.

j'gar twists at the waist, one hip pressed to the dirt, and peeks under the cart. there's a thin shape leaning against it. "lamb, you see anythin'?" he whispers loudly.

"nothing but trees," lamb returns.

"nothin' over here neither. you know how much time we got left 'fore we can wake up what's-his-name?"

lamb's silhouette shifts a fraction. "a few hours," they say.

"damn."

j'gar turns back to his side with a half-hearted sigh. watch is boring. it's easy money at least, some rich guy - a wannabe politician what with his accent but lack of official guards - asking for hired help to make sure he travels safely through the boondocks. hardly feels like honest work, but the money from his last job is down to a few copper and that ain't enough for more than a day or two's room and board at any inn. he don't have to do nothing but stay up late and scan the horizon like a starving hawk, and by the time they reach the next town, his pockets will be plenty replenished. free travel, even.

still, there's something kinda funny. sitting crosslegged, j'gar props an elbow in the meat of his thigh and his cheek on his hand. this is the third job he's handled with lamb. fifth time they've run into each other. half of those, something went wrong. that job in munelle, playing hired hands to protect a shipment of wine until lamb asked a few pointed questions and the courrier flew off the handle (j'gar still isn't sure on the details there, too busy dodging to pay attention); vanerbrook was crooked from the start too, apparently, trying to find a missing mother and child when she had rushed out by the skin of her teeth and this man just weren't going to let her go easy; with ravet, it wasn't even the job but the inn, owners using a combination of magic and sleight of hand to rob folks blind in their sleep.

like lamb spells trouble. a bad omen, but a pretty one. if he were superstitious, he might be worried.

at least they're a familiar face. he'll take that. she says hi when she notices him, stops by his table if they're at the same bar. not quite a friend but not a stranger neither. another liminal space, personhood abandoned in the rush.

insectsong drones on as he stares blankly at a patch of dirt. he hums a vague tune to himself in response. the air smells warm and wet with summer, lifted up by leaflitter, fresh growth, and honeysuckle. too hot for a fire, it stays dark beyond fireflies and the full moon, and that's fine. it's enough to see by. he thinks about taking his shirt off to sleep, but he might just have to sweat.

"hey," comes a soft voice from behind him. something touches his hip.

j'gar startles without a sound, snaps away from the cart and pivots to face it in one smooth motion. his hand claps primed to the pommel of his axe, and.

it's lamb.

lamb, lying on his stomach in the shadowed dirt under the cart, looks at him with wide eyes. her hand stays in the air where it was, where it tapped him for attention. her eyes reflect starlight, color washed away to shiny silver.

the adrenaline collapses with him; j'gar drops the held position for a comfortable slump. "shit-hell, lamb, you scared the fuck outta me," he hisses quietly.

"sorry," lamb says, ears drooped sheepishly. "i didn't mean to. i thought we had talked so. um. sorry."

"s'fine, i just needa minute for my heart to settle. woof."

"want a cookie?" offers lamb hopefully.

"what, you got cookies under there? nevermind, don't needa ask me twice, i'm comin' in."

lamb shuffles back at an angle to make room, disappearing into the dark under the wagon. j'gar crawls forward and flattens to his stomach, squinting to see better; propped up on their elbows, lamb lies halfway under, a small cloth between their arms. it smells buttery, a little floral. distinct enough that it cuts through the wood, sweat, and dirt. he's not hungry but his stomach flips.

he pulls himself to mirror lamb. like this, they can both see out the other side, can still maintain some semblance of a watch.

not that j'gar pays much attention. nothing is going to happen. travel has been uneventful and bland thus far. his attention latches onto lamb eagerly. they're hard to see in the dark but j'gar knows them well enough he can fill in the blanks: messy brown hair, soft brown eyes cracked with amber, and the faintest hint of freckles. their eyes catch with the moon, harder to read but friendly nonetheless. the laced front of his shirt is casually, comfortably halfway undone.

he's not hard to look at. much more interesting than the trees.

j'gar smiles distractedly, half crooked. it widens when lamb returns it. "so what kinda cookies ya got?" he asks.

"lavender thyme shortbreads," lamb says.

"don't think i ever had one'a those," j'gar says, reaching out to take one. "not a chocolate chip fan? i do like a good oatmeal cookie. that's probably my favorite, really. back in lunan, everybody goes to the shed barn an' they make a real good fried sage blossom but i don' think they done nothin' with herb cookies like that. oh, they do gotta herb bread though, but tha's just okay."

"the chocolate at spinner's gorge wasn't exactly high quality. i usually like chocolate."

"just not spinner's chocolate," says j'gar. he cracks the cookie in half, florals light on his tongue. "oh, shit, this ain't bad. you got this in spinner? i guess i'on't really got money to be spendin' on pastries, really, so maybe all'a spinner's got good shit."

"no, i had plenty of bad pastries there," lamb says, nudging the cloth and its contents closer to him, "but these were decent. are you looking for jobs in kaszka?"

"i mean, i look for jobs everywhere. just seemed like there weren't much left in uwlbern. i figured might be time to try a big city, y'know? you know. you from up that way, or somethin'. not from any'a these backwoods villages."

lamb almost looks embarrassed, ducking their head and mumbling grass between their fingers. "you wouldn't be wrong. kaszka can be a lot, though. you know cities have pickpockets," he says.

"i got a good eye on me," j'gar says around a mouthful of cookie.

"how many scrapes have i pulled you out of?"

"that ain't fair," he complains, goodnatured. "none'a those jobs we been on were out there wavin' red flags. they was just borin' scutwork, an' iunno how you seen through what you seen through, lamby. better eye than me, for sure."

"you're too willing to take people at their word," lamb says, not unkindly. there's something almost wistful about it, curling wry at the edges. "people aren't as good as you want them to be."

"i mean, sure, but most folk only got their word an' if i don' take 'em for it, where's that leave me?"

"safer," says lamb, "usually."

j'gar grins and takes another cookie. "i been takin' you for your word, should i not be?" he teases.

"you've taken more than my word."

"lamby," j'gar says, playfully scandalized. his face warms, but it's dark and stupidly hot anyway. he swats at her shoulder. "you taken more than my word way more than me. gettin' cocky on me jus' 'cause i rolled over once?"

ducking their head, lamb laughs, quiet. there's a sleepy sort of fondness plain on their face like this, half-obscured in shadow. like between the dark and the hour, their guard's down and they're something more like a friend than a friendly stranger. a person, if only briefly.

j'gar's heart aches. he thinks about home. thinks about lunan, and everyone he left behind, and all the people he hasn't seen in a handful of years. thinks about all the people he has, and how he don't mean nothing to them beyond a tool, a solution, a quick fix to some problem they can't handle. no connection, no care. he's as nameless and faceless as anyone, meaningless and useful in the same breath, and lamb - and everyone - is in the same stupid boat.

it's funny in a sad sort of way. lying on his stomach under some rich fuck's carriage eating cookies and joking about one night stands with someone he barely knows, and that's what means something.

ah, well. he's lonely.

"shut up. which way you headed after we get to kaszka, tough guy?" j'gar says, poking lamb's arm.

lamb bats his hand away, sticking out her tongue. "haven't decided yet. i was just in kaszka recently. not much for me there," she says.

"whatcha goin' back for then?"

"there's a good- bread i miss," he says. his eyes flicker, hesitant. "nothing fancy. it's just- sweet."

j'gar gasps exaggeratedly. "you like somethin' not fancy? hon, you down here in the dirt eatin' lavender, what's so special about this bread an' where can i try it?"

lamb lets out a little self-conscious laugh, bowing their head to his shoulder. "how about you come with me when we get there?"

"it's a date, lamby."

[quillyfied]

top 5 pirates

Aha! The vagueness of what pirates you meant automatically means I can wriggle out of how my knowledge of historical pirates has significantly diminished since my POTC-induced pirates phase in high school and skip straight to fictional pirates, which I will do so immediately!

First: Ed "Blackbeard" Teach, Our Flag Means Death

Invented not only having eyes, but making an entrance, wearing definitely historically accurate leather, and falling head over heels for a man covered in his own blood and looking like an unfortunate wet noodle accident. Searingly clever, beautifully complex, an ADHD King we can all get behind. I drool enough about him and his character on the daily but truly, is there ever such a thing as too much appreciation for a man who's good at the ugly bits of piracy but longs for softer things? And is played by a multi-talented actor who goaded an incredibly skilled stunt double into pulling off the most impressive whip maneuver to make it look like he'd gotten his balls whipped? (And, of course, honorable big mentions to the rest of the cast, you're all doing great jobs sweeties.)

Second: Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean franchise

If you were a kid in the aughts, this guy was life-changing. Quippy, expressive, an unconventional strategist, and got to have fights in the coolest places (the water wheel three-way duel in the second film lives in my brain as a top cinematic fight). Did he influence my desire to own tall boots and layered jewelry long before they were fashionable in my teenage years? Yes. Yes he did. And his fluid morality was equally interesting to watch. Not sure if he ever crossed into antihero territory, but it was certainly entertaining to see the guy you were rooting for double-cross the other heroes you were also rooting for and wonder how he was going to talk his way out of this one.

Third: Westley, The Dread Pirate Roberts, Princess Bride

Now this guy, this guy was the original quipmaster supreme of clever plots. Perhaps only a pirate in the loosest definition, since he abandons piracy pretty much immediately the second he sees Buttercup again and we never see him on a ship, but those skills don't leave--and his sword fight with Inigo is another banger of a fight scene. Dashing, romantic, sarcastic, and determined, delivering a scathing bluff the likes of which I haven't seen before or since, Westley is a sly rogue I personally wouldn't like to be in the way of.

Fourth: Silver, Treasure Planet

You want to talk about pirates with grey morality but hearts of gold, plus excellent character design and voice acting, it doesn't get much better than Mr. Silver the Cyborg here. In a richly-animated movie stuffed full with more atmosphere and unique character design than you can shake a stick at, for Silver to stand out as not just a main support character, but a fully-realized one with a complicated past and a truly frightening dark side along with genuine emotional depth is quite a feat. I haven't read "Treasure Island", so I don't know how far the script changed for this film, but he's a standout for Disney pirates--and fictional pirates in general, tbh.

Fifth: Captain Shakespeare, Stardust (movie)

What can be said about this magnificent man that hasn't already been said? The performance was stellar, and done in such a way that Captain Shakespeare's cross dressing, while humorous because of how flirty and over-the-top he acts here in front of his mirror despite danger right behind him, doesn't feel like the butt of a cruel joke. He's still a capable captain and leader, and he gets to embrace the soft side of himself while still maintaining a good relationship with his crew and a tough reputation. If piracy as a genre is about freedom, I think this guy might have been one of the first to start challenging the hyper-violent, hyper-masculine image of a pirate on the fictional screen.

So many pirates to love (or hate), so little room!

[otterant]

. ✧ . * . ⌜ nico hiraga, twenty-three, cismale, he/him / falling by harry styles + the soft thump thump thump of a skateboard’s wheels traveling across corridor stone, a dank herbal smell clung tight to wrinkled shirts, and trying to make a leap year out of your birthday for fear of growing up.⌟ hey, have you met ANTHONY “ANT” OTTERBURN yet? they’re a FIFTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a HUFFLEPUFF. makes sense given they tend to be a bit RELAXED and UNSERIOUS. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the NEUTRAL side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.

tw: drug use, intense guilt, potential drug/alcohol abuse, death mention

full name: anthony 'ant' kei otterburn

date of birth: october 17th

star sign: libra

place of birth: cork, ireland

family: gin otterburn (father), brigitte stump (mother), esme otterburn (younger sister, npc)

sexual orientation: dislikes labels, very much an open-minded individual.

religion: atheist.

tattoos: countless at this point, but some standouts are: a little ghost ripping a bong near his right elbow, a 'meh' face in his ear, a fish riding a bike on his left thigh, a frog failing at skateboarding on his left ribcage, and a leafy sleeve down his right arm.

style: vintage shirts with stains that haven't been magic'ed away yet, a beanie present regardless of weather, white socks stretched past the ankle, black and white vans, a jean jacket one size too big, a second jean jacket spattered with various patches, beaten converse, flannel shirts always worn open, an array of solid colored hoodies, dad jeans with rips at the knees, questionable dad caps.

the soft thump thump thump of a skateboard’s wheels traveling across corridor stone, the pain of tattoo needle and for no added meaning, assignments turned in perpetually late, a dank herbal smell clung tight to wrinkled shirts, a false feeling of home, dad caps turned backwards, cat hair clinging to jeans rolled twice at the hem, escaping to the roof of the tallest tower and ignoring the fearful beat in your chest, growing unsanctioned plants in the back of your dormitory closet, forever kicking your feet up, putting blinders on for prophet headlines, and trying to make a leap year out of your birthday for fear of growing up

let's get the important part out of the way first— anthony couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him by his given name aside from three occasions: 1) the first role call in class, 2) anything to do with the ministry, and 3) when he went had put himself into trouble, earning a tongue lashing from his mother. those aside, he was ant. a small few called him otto, a riff off his family name but regardless it was always a nickname.

but back to before the very start, his parents had been hogwarts sweethearts, finding each other officially in their third year and, well, making that history. they weren't a perfect couple by any means but they loved one another, still do, and created a happy home for their two children to grow up in.

a happy, regular, standard, perfectly fine childhood... up until his sister never displayed any signs of magic. esme and anthony had been a set of irish twins, close from the very start. but things started to splinter when ant had his first case of accidental magic and hers never came. a long lists of incidents confirmed ultimately by a lack of hogwarts letter on her part. she'd taken off to america instead, a fracture turned continents wide. it wasn't that they didn't like each other anymore, or that they argued... there had just become this painful sense of different. and for ant a sense of guilt.

ant had learned early into his hogwarts career, thanks to some upperclassmen, how to get out of his head about everything. so those that knew him early, might've remembered his quieter era, but come late second year onward, ant had become both a relaxed individual and someone constantly placing himself into trouble. funny how occupying your thoughts with escape routes and a mary jane haze affected things.

likely absentmindedly, the hufflepuff found himself drawn to activities more muggle, less magic. he liked plants because it reminded him of his mother's garden, (and other reasons). he picked up skateboarding from his neighbor, now prone to skate through the hallways, travelling from class to class. and most of his tattoos were even muggle, save the frog— that one he gotten magic'ed on after losing some stupid bet. funny, he didn't even remember what it'd been about now, yet the frog was there, and would remain.

with the incoming war, it's not that ant doesn't believe it's happening, it's that he'd like to forget it is. like, fuck, merlin forbid he's allowed to have some time to enjoy himself (especially if dying is supposedly on the table). and clearly none of them were safe if harry potter was one of the first casualties. he'd been fortunate enough to not have been in the stands at the time, having dipped during the long wait to take a fews puffs in a dark corner under the structure. in fact, he didn't understand what had happened until hours later in the common room. he thought he misheard, that the weed had tangled things but... no. three guesses what he did after that. it's why ant is the person to go to if you need an escape. he's in his twenties, he wants to act and exist like he's in his twenties. he didn't remember signing up for a war when he came to school.

came into hogwarts pet-less, but was graced by the cat distribution system. really, he's not sure who could have lost their cat with everyone around, especially with the posters he'd posted to follow, but somehow, that ginger cat wound up in his dormitory, on his bed for some reason that one tuesday morning. And he just never left. elmer continues to be a loving pain in his ass to this day.

operates mostly on a 'why not' mentality, which is what led to him on the quidditch team as a beater. it's not something he wants to pursue professionally, something he hardly takes seriously at this level, but his buddy needed a partner and ant was always the sort to answer the call.

seriously, he'll try and fail right alongside you. not one of his friends ends up in detention alone without him. and injuries? if not earned by him solely, you bet he's matching. he goes along with things, as if he's got something to make up for.

… as usual...... still figuring out more cause he's a new muse. any gaps/questions, feel free to ask!!

general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, childhood/family friends, classmates, stoner buddies, party friends, flirtationship, exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush, enemy, annoyance, good influence, skateboarding friends, his sister's friends/exes/connections, extended fam… others that i cannot think of

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Perez passes Leclerc for sprint race win Verstappen third in damaged car | 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix

Sergio Perez https://www.racefans.net/wp-admin/post.php?post=504479&action=editSergio Perez took victory in the sprint race for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix after overtaking Charles Leclerc mid-way through the race and pulling away from the Ferrari driver. The Red Bull driver used DRS to pass Leclerc for the lead along the pit straight and then gradually opened up the gap to win by four seconds. Leclerc held off Max Verstappen for second place after the Red Bull driver suffered damaged from opening lap contact with George Russell. Leclerc lined up on pole position for the first sprint race of the season and when the lights went out the Ferrari leapt out into the lead of the race with Perez settling into second place behind. Verstappen came under pressure from George Russell behind with the Mercedes driver pulling ahead of the Red Bull on the run to turn three. Back in the pack, Yuki Tsunoda struck the barrier at the kink of turn 13, losing the tyre from his wheel. As the AlphaTauri recovered to the pits with damage, the Virtual Safety Car was deployed with the remains of Tsunoda’s tyre on the circuit on the entrance of turn 16. Tsunoda pitted and rejoined with his car still clearly damaged from his collision with the wall, earning an investigation from the stewards after the race for being released in an unsafe condition. With drivers complaining of debris on the track, the Virtual Safety Car was upgraded to a full Safety Car. The race restarted at the end of lap five, with Leclerc leading the field away from Perez, Russell and Verstappen. Russell was easily passed by Verstappen at the restart, the Red Bull diving to the inside into the first corner to move back into third. At the end of the first green flag lap, DRS was enabled for the first time in the race. Perez quickly began to put Leclerc under pressure out front and managed to slip by the Ferrari into the lead at the start of lap eight, before soon pulling clear of DRS range of the chasing Ferrari. Leclerc kept Perez’s lead to around a second until the leader began picking up the pace with around five laps remaining, building up his advantage to over three seconds. Verstappen pursued the Ferrari ahead of him, but despite sitting within a second of Leclerc he never got close enough to attempt a pass. Perez continued to eke out his advantage and ticked off the remaining laps to secure the victory by just over four seconds at the chequered flag. Leclerc finished six tenths of a second ahead of Verstappen in second place, with Russell a further three seconds behind in fourth. Carlos Sainz Jnr finished in fifth, ahead of Alonso, Hamilton and Lance Stroll claiming the final point in eighth place. Alexander Albon just missed out on points in ninth with Oscar Piastri completing the top ten. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[bigbugmonsters]

Day 11 True monster (not knowing what it meant, I just chose Vampire) and day 12 Insect.. Part 1. Lots of guys already but there's even more to come soon.

First one is my kinksona. Feeder vâmpire man. And yes I'm not 'big' at all. Sorry.

Second is Camil, a character I've had for years and went through many redesigns but kept the same concept- he's a vampire that meets a feeder that works at an hospital, and gives blood bags for him to snack on... He quickly gets hooked on them and gets big pretty much immediately.

First bug is the bee king. He's the 'queen' of a whole beehive that works to create as much honey as possible for him to feast on. His tts may look like stingers but they're not actually that.

Second bug is Gael and he's the bee king's boyfriend, but they have an open relationship. Gael being an honeypot guy, he gorges himself on honey as much as he can, and 'feeds' other bugs by kissing them and letting them press his abdomen(s) to squeeze the honey out of him.

Third one is the mosquito king. Normally mosquitos take blood meals only to lay eggs, but this member of a powerful family decided to drink blood without ever laying eggs. He loves the feeling of his sloshy gut full of blood. He was going to leave it at that, until he meets you/reader, that lets him take a non lethal amount of blood from them to feed on. At first he's pretty much using you/reader, but as he grows bigger with each meal, he starts to appreciate them more and more. He's not nice by any means, but he's definitely less... Unpleasant.

Fourth has a clear inspiration from a certain pocket monstr but... I like it okay? This guy's Brooklyn and he eats nothing but fast food and take-out. He walks around the city he lives in and takes as much food as he can afford for him to feast on. What would happen if someone else could afford more food for him to eat?

Fifth might be familiar to some- he's my trucker au repurposed into an oc. His name's Jackson and he loves anything greasy. While his truck travels are part of his job, his many stops at food stores certainly isn't. He's not particularly nice but the fuller he gets, the more he's open to talking. His belly often presses against his truck's steering wheel.

Sixth is an old character, his name's Dan and despite being a caterpillar, rest assured, he's an adult. He just chose to never turn into a butterfly, choosing instead to continue eating as much as he can. He doesn't care about the added weight he gains. He doesn't even seem to notice it.

Last is Cory, he's a model that poses for things like ads and photography alike. He tends to pose naked, and wear little clothing even outside. He's not exactly a gainer but he isn't against growing bigger either, he just does it at a slower pace. He decides to gain only when he's bored of his current weight.

[jbenz798]

Chapter Five: Let's Party

It was the next day at Jonathan's house, and he unpegs the freshly developed photograph and hands it to you with a look of disgust on his face. 'I know I should be happy for her, she looks ecstatic..but-'

I look down at the photograph in my hands and see a picture of two people kissing, a man and a woman. They looked very passionate. Why am I looking at this? 'WAIT! Your Mom and Chief Hopper?!' I gasp, then giggle a little. Jonathan frowns, and Nancy giggles and bounces up and down.

'Yep!' she says, with a huge smile on her face. 'Doesn't she just look totally in love!' Nancy and Joyce got along really well. Joyce treated Nancy like a daughter and they had grown exceptionally close over the course of Nancy and Jonathan's relationship. Nancy was always pestering Joyce to get out there and meet someone. 

'Totally cute.' I hand the picture back to Jonathan. 'But why are you taking pictures of your Mom kissing people, you little creeper.' I laughed as I pushed Jonathan's shoulder gently. 

'I didn't do it on purpose!' He's defensive and doesn't make eye contact. 'I was taking a picture of a groundhog right by them, I thought Nancy would like it.' He looked back.

'Okay, chill. I was joking. I'm sorry.' I said as the corner of my mouth dropped. It was obviously a touchy subject. I didn't mean to upset him.

We all jumped in the car and headed to the diner to grab some dinner. As we walked in we saw Steve and Jenny sitting in the big circular booth in the back corner. Amazing, I've gone from the third wheel to the fifth wheel. Jonathan and Nancy slide in first, and I follow.

'Hey, gang!' Jenny says excitedly, full of energy as always. It made me feel a little less awkward, which was nice.  

Steve takes a big sip of the drink which was sitting in front of him and slammed it a little too hard on the table when he put it back down. 'Please tell me we are going to do something fun tonight. Let's go to Tim Conner's party! He is having a housewarming.'

'Oh, I'm down!' I said as I scanned the menu, trying to decide what I wanted to eat. I'm not going anywhere until I'm fed.

Jonathan and Nancy looked a little unsure. 'I don't know, you guys.' Nancy said as she rubbed the back of her neck. 'Let's have something to eat and think about it, yeah?' She glanced at Jonathan, giving him a subtle nod, which he returned. 

'I think I ate that hamburger in record time.' I said, taking a big gulp of my drink. I was starving. Now satisfied, I was ready to party. Hopefully, people were dancing. It had been a while.

'Alright, let's do it. Nancy, Jonathan? You guys in?' Steve asks as he slides out of the booth, holding his hand out for Jenny to assist her in getting out. 

'Mmm we are going to pass on this one. Sorry guys.' Nancy answers softly.

'Booo.' I say as I stand up. Nancy slides out of the booth and I give her a big hug. 'Is it me?' I ask jokingly.

'No! Of course not, you know we aren't really keen on parties.' Jonathan says as I pull him in for a hug goodbye. I laughed at his response.

'I know. Well, enjoy the rest of your night, guys. We can catch up later on.' I say to them as we walk to the parking lot. 

We pulled up to the party, there were quite a few people there. I could hear the music, which was promising. I needed a dance.

As we walked inside we were greeted by a tall, slim, dark-haired guy. 'Welcome to the crib, my friends! Come on in.' Tim gestured, welcoming us into the party. 'There's plenty of drinks in the kitchen, over there. Help yourself!' he said, before returning to the door to welcome in the next bunch of people. 

Steve and Jenny both had to go to the bathroom. So I offered to get them each a drink and meet them in a few minutes. I found my way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for Steve and started filling two cups of punch for Jenny and me. 'Ugh, watch it!' Someone fell into me, causing me to spill some punch on the best.

'Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here.' I turned to see a pair of crystal blue eyes looking down at me, paired with a cocky smirk.

'Ah, hey, Billy. Drink?' I asked. Not sure how to respond after the awkward conversation we had yesterday. 

'Sure thing.' He moved closer to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. 'Who are you here with, anyway?' He pushed my hair back over my shoulder and looked me in the eyes again. 

'Just Steve and Jenny.' I passed Billy a beer from the fridge behind me. 'What about you?' I asked because small talk is clearly my strong suit. 

'Oh you know, Dan, Ethan, Rickey- those guys. Wanna go somewhere quiet?' He asked, reaching down and grabbing my wrist. Before I even had a chance to answer him, he was leading me away from the kitchen. 

Billy took me out the back of the house and into the garden. There was a bench out there. He sat down and pulled me down next to him. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and put it out with his boot. 'I've been thinking about you.' He says as he looks back up at me.

What the fu- he was such a jerk yesterday. What is going on? Why does he get like this when he is drinking? 'Oh, yeah? And what could possibly be going through that big head of yours, huh?' I asked coldly.

'What you would look like, naked. And in my bed.' He smirked again. 

I froze. I didn't even know how to respond. Man, this guy is a head fuck. 

'Mish! What are you doing out here? So much for getting us a drink?' Steve and Jenny stumbled out to where we were sitting.

Oh, thank god!

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Hi! I don't know if you do requests, and if you do I am so grateful! if you don't, please just ignore this.

But if you do I was wondering if you would do like a one-shot or one-shot series for me?

I have searched relentlessly for anything even close to the one-shot I've been craving but can't find it anywhere. Would you write me a Harry Potter one? If you're willing, I'd like it to kind be



About adult Remus Lupin (In Harry's third year) when he teaches at Hogwarts. There's a fifth-seventh year girl that somehow gets bit by Remus Lupin during the fullmoon. She ends up contracting lycanthropy like Remus and now they both go to the Shrieking Shack during full moons. Remus attempts to help her out as best he can (for instance, after the full moon's over, while the girl is unconscious, he carries her to the medical wing, always offering her chocolates) because he feels awful about basically ruining her future. But this is a strictly student to teacher relationship, maybe friends at best? No love interest please.

Anyway, sorry for bothering you!

Hiya, sweetie!

I'm not really opposed to requests, but honestly, it really just depends on where my head's at during any given time and how things decide to connect. Never hesitate to ask for something, and you and everyone one else are never a bother in the slightest. Ask if you want, and I might write it, but I can't ever promise anything because my mind doesn't always work with things the way I'd like it to and my focus drifts constantly.

There's definitely potential in this idea of yours, likely much more than a one shot because Remus' guilt over it, how it happens to begin with, what they means for not just the student but also him as an unknown werewolf who has now permanently altered a child's life forever...the wheels are turning and there's honestly so much that could be done with that, especially with really digging into Remus' thoughts and feeling and his own personal hatred of himself.

I might write this for you at some point, I really might. It's interesting, and I can see how a lot of it would play out already, but if I do, it likely wouldn't be anytime soon, unfortunately. I've got a lot of irons in the fire currently - several WIPs that I'm trying to focus on along with a very large project that I've been relentlessly bullied into writing (coughbandaucough) that will consume the entirety of my November and possibly longer depending on how long it stretches out.

With that being said, if any other author stumbles across this and is interested, please give this wonderful anon some hope if it sounds like something you'd like to write. Just maybe tag me if you do so that I can share it make sure the anon sees it and is aware it's happening.