#lulu watches the wheel of time

[libraryleopard]

there hasn't been much mat in this season of wheel of time but that scene where he sees egwene crying in the white tower and can't bring himself to go comfort her was so *chef's kiss* perfectly agonizing!

[helluvapoison]

First Date Time At LuLu World

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Lucifer smoothed any creases from his ivory suit and checked his hair four times in the nearby reflection. He wasn’t nervous! He just… needed tonight to go well. It’s the first date he’s had in years— or it might technically be his first date in history? Everything happened so fast with Lilith! He can’t remember if he ever properly asked her on a date. They did end up getting married though, so it worked out… until it didn’t. Fuck, there’s a lot of pressure on this now

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• Steeling his nerves in place before he lost them, he allowed his knuckles to tap “the shave and a hair cut” on your door

• His smile (and ego) tripled in size when you opened it not a moment after. For the sake of his restless mind he let himself picture you waiting in anticipation on the other side, dreaming you might be just as excited as he was helped him a bit

• Lucifer twisted his cane in one hand and offered you his other, “Are you ready for the best night of your life?”

• “Hm, that’s a big expectation,” You reply playfully, bypassing his hand and hugging onto his arm, “Are you sure a theme park will live up to all that?”

• He scoffs and rolls his eyes but inwardly he’s hyper aware of the new proximity you’ve granted him, “LuLu World is not just any theme park! It’s my theme park. I designed and built it with my two hands!”

• “And maybe a tablespoon of magic?”

• “A teaspoon, at most.” He winks

• Your laughter was delightful, a sign that the night was starting off perfect. He just hoped it would end the same way

• LuLu World was big and chaotic, sending every sense you had buzzing with adrenaline and you hadn’t even done anything yet!

• Lucifer’s stuck for a solid minute just reveling in your awe. You like it! He made this and you already like it!

• He drags out of your stupor by pulling you to the teacups. He has one hand on his hat to keep it from flying while the other attempts to help you spin the wheel

• After Devil’s Drop (a terrifying 500ft plunge) you begged to go into the Haunted Dollhouse. Lucifer of course indulged you but couldn’t hide his boredom. Nothing here would scare him. He doubled over in laughter when a real ghost made you jump though

• The two of you rotated turns picking and choosing what to do next after that

• Giga coasters with butterfly loops, swings that went backwards, bumper cars, a massive carousel with actual unicorn horns— LuLu World had it all!

• Lucifer was bouncing in place, excitedly watching you bite into an infamous LuLu World caramel apple when he noticed how dark it had gotten

• He’d long forgotten his plan to make everything perfect and the schedule he was supposed to keep you on

• “H-Hey let’s go on the ferris wheel! Like right now!”

• You hardly have a moment to swallow the crunchy treat, asking with a full mouth, “Right now?”

• “Right now!” He repeats seriously with a tight smile

• The line would be ridiculously long, everyone likely had the same idea he had. But he had it first! He was the king and the owner, shamelessly walking past the line of sinners and straight to the front

• He flashes the operator a warning glare when they try to tell you to throw away your carmel apple

• (To his dismay you take a final, ridiculously large bite and toss it anyways, not wanting to start a fuss)

• “Hey this is a date right?” You asked while the two of you waited for the ride to officially start, sitting in a slow rotation while the empty carts filled up below

• Lucifer jolts, “Of course it’s a date! Why-why would you not think it is? Is it no lt date-y enough—“

• “I was just checking! Wanted to make sure it’s ok to do this,” You reply quickly and slip your hand under his own, lacing your fingers together with his

• Can panic and relief hit him simultaneously? He felt his nerves vibrating, deciding whether to spike or settle down

• You clearly see him internally struggling and attempt to break the silence casually, “I still can’t believe you made all this. It’s really impressive. I’m having a lot of fun with you. But I always do.”

• His brows jump, crimson eyes sparkling with delight at that, “You do?”

• “Of course I do! We could be surrounded by nothing but rocks and you’d find a way to make it entertaining.” You say with a laugh

• Joining in your mirth, he chuckles and squeezes your hand slightly

• A thunderous boom echoes in the air and makes you jump

• “Right on time!” Lucifer’s grin widens

• Colors pop and flower in the night sky with loud cracks! Some form shapes or spell short words

• Lucifer’s so immersed by the firework show he forgot he wanted to see your reaction to them. When his eyes flit to you he sees you’re ignoring them, gaze completely fixed on him in total adoration

• Your spare hand steals his cheek and guides his face closer with ease. Just as a firework explodes in the near distance, his lips meet yours

• Lucifer shares the sentiment with a giggle when you part, “Fireworks.”

• You laugh before kissing him again

• Safe to say his first date was a massive success

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ big sad so i quickly wrote smthn to cheer me up, i hope everyone enjoys

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hii!!

If Vaggie and Charlie had to do something and left Lucifer to babysit, how would the average outing between Lucifer and Sammy go?

Hi, lulus-rubber-duck!

Get ready for the most wholesome grandpa - grandson date of all time!

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Apple Seed 20: Mamas Need Sleep

Charlie: Alright, Dad, are you sure you're okay with watching Sammy for the weekend while Vaggie and I go down to Sloth for a little break? *glances at Vaggie inch-worming her way to the door*

Lucifer: *proudly puffs out his chest as he holds Sammy on his hip* Not to worry, Charlie! Your old man's got it all under control! *pulls Charlie's undone bowtie out of her mouth to save it from the goat-like wrath of becoming food and ushers Charlie and Vaggie out* Don't you girls worry about a thing. Sammy and I will be just fine.

Charlie & Vaggie: *give zombified grunts and groans as responses while heaving themselves into the limo with Razzle at the wheel*

Lucifer: *watches as the limo pulls away before turning back into the hotel and strolling leisurely up to his room with Sammy still on his hip and whistling a little tune that morphs into a lip trumpet and vocable singing*

Sammy: *giggles and squeals as Lucifer flies him up to grandpa's room and set down on the bed*

Lucifer: Sammy, my boy! Papa's about to teach you all about.... *roots around in his closet and pulls out a little baby suit that's identical to his but has a little duck around the hat and stitched on the breast pocket* FASHION!!!!

Sammy: *coos and reaches out for the suit jacket with a smile*

Lucifer: And then! ICE CREAM!!!!

Sammy: *squeals in delight*

-Later That Night-

Charlie: *rolls over in a super plush and comfy bed in a hotel suite in Sloth, the scent of aromatherapy whisps through the air as gentle music plays in the background, and grabs her phone* Should probably check on Dad......

Vaggie: Babe... sleep...

Charlie: Know.... Know.... but baby check in....

*opens her messages and gets bombarded with picture after picture of Sammy wearing a little suit, ice cream smeared all over his face, playing with ducklings in the pond, flying around while laying on Lucifer's belly, covered in marker scribbles with "Luv U Mamas" written across his forehead, and him sitting in a bathtub with a giant inflatable rubber duckie with Lucifer wearing swim trunks and sitting with him*

Vaggie: Babe.... you good?

Charlie: *teary eyed* My baby~

Vaggie: *leans over to look at Charlie's phone and tears up* Our baby~

[rubra-wav]

If I don’t ask now, I won’t remember later ANYWAYS

I am just itching for hurt/no comfort for no reason(well there is a reason, I just spent the last hour reading Lucifer x reader angst) I really want just any character of your choosing romantic angst no comfort and maybe a breakup because why not

-🦋anon :3

Lucifer x reader : Twice divorced

A/N I've been itching to write Lucifer more so it's also gonna be about him. Hope you're ready to watch this man fall apart :)(bro watch ME fall apart writing this)

Also new banner (happy happy happy)

Cw: Angst no comfort, gn!reader, both parties are suffering, they don't actually get divorced they just kinda. Agree to separate for a bit?

- You'd been together with Lucifer for a short time before getting married.

- You guessed that was the main mistake.

- It's unfortunate to say, but you underestimated your own ability to properly keep yourself happy and secure in helping him unravel everything.

- 4 months into your marriage, Lilith showed up and shit absolutely hit the fan. Lucifer locked himself away upon her showing up again under the guise of 'not putting it onto you'

- This frankly broke you.

- You'd spent 2 years knowing Lucifer and helping him, and all that was undone in what seemed like 10 minutes of her showing up, spewing some nonsense about how you should get out before he burnt out again like after falling and took you with him.

- It was undeniably her fault. You didn't blame Lucifer.

- But you weren't some unmoving, unemotional wall of a person.

- It hurt so fucking badly being treated like you couldn't handle your own husband by him after his ex showed up.

- You knew you had to get out, or you would go insane.

- You walked to Lucifer's door, suitcase wheels loudly dragging on the floor.

- Lucifer opened the door before you even had the chance to knock on it, hand suspended mid-knock as his panicked expression was revealed.

- He'd heard the familiar sound before from Lilith.

- You watched Lucifers red eyes look down at the suitcase, wide eyes recognising his worst fear being confirmed.

- "Oh.." He simply said quietly.

- You felt your own heart aching at his reaction, as if he was expecting it, but forced yourself to continue. "... Yeah." You said hesitantly.

- The silence beat between you two, and you grit your teeth, a hard lump formed in your throat, and you fought against crying.

- Lucifer let out a soft chuckle filled with no kind of happiness, smiling at you with tears streaming down his face. "You know... I really thought this would be different. I.." he trailed off with a loud hiccup. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

- You hummed, fighting to find words to say as you blinked hard.

- "I do love you, Lulu. This. This doesn't change that and I don't think anything will." You said very truthfully, voice shaking.

- Lucifer looked back at you in surprise, hope on his face.

- "But, I also love me too. And I think to love me as well I need to distance myself from this until you're somewhat over.. whatever this is." You gestured to his depression storm of a room and then to his messy, unkempt appearance.

- Lucifer wanted to get you to stay. But he couldn't bring himself to.

- It became obvious in that moment how he'd hurt you in his relapse, and he didn't want to hurt you even more by convincing you to be around him.

- It would be wrong to expect you to be able to support him while he couldn't do the same for you at all.

- He gulped loudly and slowly nodded despite the painful emptiness that he could feel consuming him even more.

- "I'm sorry, (name)." He apologised again, "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words.

- Another moment of silence passed as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

- "Just leave." It came out harsh, and he internally screamed at himself to not, but he couldn't stop himself. "Do as she said, and leave before I hurt you anymore." Lucifer's voice trembled, but anger made itself clear regardless.

- His mind raced in a mess of negativity that he just couldn't think clearly through.

- You felt your stomach drop, hurt hitting through you. Part of you wanted to bite back, but you were just exhausted already from this exchange.

- Wordlessly, you turned away from him, knuckles white from where you were clutching your suitcase hard.

- You barely felt in the moment as you made your way to the heavy front door of Lucifer's estate, spirits at rockbottom.

- You hesitated in front of it, thinking you were making a mistake doing this, then remembered the way his tear filled eyes glared at you as if daring you to fulfill his expectations.

- All he could see was Lilith in you. It was like you didn't even exist.

- Click. Thud.

- The loud sound of the door closing and you taking all the warmth you brought to his home with it.

- Lucifer sat down in the doorway of his room, staring blankly ahead, thoughts an absolute mess.

- He laughed, before letting out a loud shuddering sob as he leaned up against the door frame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in them.

- "How do I somehow manage to ruin everything good?"

Ow 💀

[ladylooch]

could we see a glimpse into Lucie and Connor’s friendship before they got together? Possibly them having late night convos like you said? And maybe some ***tension***

Lucie sits cross-legged on the leather couch in the living room, typing away on her final mid-term paper for Fall semester. She hears a key in the lock, then the door swings open to reveal Connor Wood. 

“Fuck!” He exclaims, jumping back. Then he sighs when he realizes it is Lucie. She smiles. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Sorry.” Lucie murmurs, watching him shut the door. “I told Lio I was here.”

“Oh. He didn’t pass that message along.” Connor says as he throws a weeks worth of mail onto the kitchen counter.

“I can go into his room.” Lucie says, starting to gather her stuff.

“No, no, no.” Connor waves his hand at her. “It’s okay. You don’t have to hide cause I’m home.” 

“I don’t want to disrupt your space. I just needed somewhere quiet and private to finish my paper.”

“You’re good, LuLu.” He assures her, tossing his hat onto an end table. “I’m just going to make a sandwich and then I’ll get out of your way.”

“Okay.” She says. She goes back to her paper, typing a few more sentences before Connor clears his throat to get her attention. “Hm?”

“Do you want one?” Lucie hasn’t eaten all day. Her stomach gurgles as if on cue. He chuckles. “I’ll make you one.” 

“Thank you.” Lucie murmurs when he brings it over to her. “You can stay out here with me… if you want. It sucks eating in bed.” Connor stares back at her, keeping his hand on the plate even as her fingers wrap around to take it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She whispers. Connor nods, then goes into the kitchen, grabbing his plate before joining Lucie on the other side of the couch. He keeps the TV off, but pulls his phone out, beginning to go through it.

“Oh… haha. Hey, Lio says you’re coming over to study today.” He shows her the text message.  Lucie leans forward to read it, playing with her bottom lip. Her eyes drift above that message seeing a text from Lio: Can you two keep it down in there? Lucie straightens, smile falling off her face as she goes back to her computer screen. 

Connor takes notice, looking over his messages. His cheeks turn pink when he sees that message. He puts his phone down on the table, then takes a bite of his sandwich. Lucie keeps hers off to the side, trying to go back to her paper. But Connor’s masculine presence and fresh body wash are overtaking her ability to focus. Connor demolishes his sandwich in what seems like two bites. He glances over at her, pushing his plate away from him on the coffee table. 

“So what’s your paper on?”

“On a book we read in class earlier.” She answers, rubbing at her nose. Connor nods.

“How are you liking NYU?”

“Um…” Lucie murmurs as she finishes her next thought. Then she looks up at him. His crystal blue eyes are intently studying her. She feels every stroke of them over her face, awaiting her answer. “Um..” Lucie says again, then blinks to re-focus. “I like it.”

“And the U.S? Being back here is okay?”

“Yeah. I feel comfortable here. It helps to have Lio close… and you.” She offers up. Connor smiles. He has been around most of the time she has seen Lio since she got here. He is kind of becoming a cousin approved third wheel.

“So what is the party scene like?” He leans back on the couch, turning more towards her. His right leg is curled under him, but his left leg stretches out towards Lucie. His body is open. Lucie could slide across the couch and curl into his strong chest. It looks like she would fit perfectly right there, pasted to his t-shirt. Sometimes she wishes she had someone to hold her when life gets overwhelming. She used to just go hug her dad, but she doesn’t have that as an option anymore. 

“Probably like it was where you went.”

“Eh.” Connor disagrees. “More athletes at BC than NYU.” She rolls her eyes.

“Is that all you care about? Sports and beer?”

“No.” It’s so matter of fact and confident. Lucie bites back a smile, lips pursed as she nods at him.

“Okay.” 

“What about you? All you care about is school and whatever Lio is up to?”

“No.” Connor nods in response.

“Maybe one day we can tell each other what we like?” Lucie’s stomach drops out of her body. Everything about that was suggestive. She is not imagining that at all. Connor seems to confirms it with the intense stare and slight smirk on his face. “Hobbies… of course.” He fills in after a moment of her silence. “Like what your favorite sandwich is so you’ll actually eat it.” 

“I like this.” She chuckles. 

“You haven’t even had a bite.” She rolls her eyes again then takes a big exaggerated bite.

“Oh my god.” She jokingly moans. “Best sandwich I have had in my life.” Connor laughs, then reaches forward, swiping Mayo off where it clings to the corner of her lips. Lucie swallows her food, heart pounding in her chest at how close he remains to her. Her lips part. Connor’s eyes dash down to them, then he leans back, looking almost startled. 

“I should let you finish your paper.” Lucie licks her lips and nods in agreement. 

He disappears from the room then Lucie hears the click of his door shutting down the hall. She tosses her laptop to the side, running her fingers through her brown hair. She gives the strands a tug, then looks out the living room window at the city.

Connor can walk away from this room, but whatever just shifted between them isn’t going back into place. 

[bitchinbarzal]

any of the boys for this ask please! you can choose! thank you lulu

chose William nylander for this 🥰

-

You’d agreed to pick the boys up tonight from the club whenever they were done.

Will had moaned at the boys telling them not to accept and to get just get a cab

“William I’m up anyway, your little monster son won’t let me sleep. I’ll come get you!”

It was almost one in the morning when Willy text to ask you come get them.

You sat in the car, in your pyjamas tapping at the wheel impatiently.

You’d sent reminder texts and he hadn’t replied so you got out the car and made your way toward the club door.

“M’am you can’t go in there” the bouncers hand comes down infront of you to stop you entering

You growled “do I look like I’m going clubbing?! My boyfriends in there and I’m here to pick him up”

You watch the bouncer look you up and down, suddenly feeling self aware of what you’re wearing and the way you look. He shrugs and let’s you pass.

You make your way in. Instantly hit by the stuffiness and smell of alcohol you absolutely do not miss.

You searched for a moment before you found Michael

“Hey it’s Lady Nylander” he drunkenly throws his arm over your shoulder “what’re you doing here?!”

“I’m here to pick you guys up Bunts can you get the guys?” He nods taking off over the club, creating a path to the bar.

Your eyes follow him and find him approaching William who’s standing next to the bar leaning on it next to a pretty blonde. She’s black everything, her hair is neatly curled and you spot the tray in her hand, making the assumption she’s a bottle girl.

You took a moment to watch them, Willy was extremely close to her and when he made her laugh she put her hand on his chest.

She was a beautiful girl. You felt a pang of insecurity as you looked her up and down — mentally comparing her body to yours.

She was skinny, tall and well presented. You currently looked like you’d rolled straight out of bed and were wearing the clothes size of a lumberjack.

Your hand went down to settle on your bump before you walked out of the club, trusting Bunts to round everyone up so you could drop them off.

Not five minutes later they started piling into the car. William leaned across the console and kissed your cheek “Hey Beautiful”

You gave him a tight smile and asked “everyone here?”

You pulled up to the last apartment, Auston’s. He leaned forward right next to you and Kissed your cheek “You’re an Angel, y/n!” You smiled “Get in safe Matthews”

“You, kid” he points at the bump as if the baby can hear him “Your mom’s pretty freaking cool. ok goodnight” he slurs as he gets out.

You wait and watch until he’s greeted by the doorman to pull away.

It was a quiet ride down Bloor, staring at the empty road ahead until you mumbled

“Who was the girl you were speaking to?”

Will frowned “What?”

“In the bar, the girl… you must remember tight black dress, the legs-“

“Babe what are you-“

You huffed “I know I look fucking gross right now Will! I feel it, trust me. I can’t bend over and touch my own toes, my skins breaking out, I’ve gained so much freaking weight and I’m the size of Canada” you cried out

“But I think you’ve got some nerve to go out looking for a good time with a real girl when you’re asking me to come get you from a club at two in the morning”

William didn’t reply and just allowed you the time to huff and cry out your silent tears.

Willy trudged in the apartment behind you, telling you he’d take the dogs out. You didn’t reply, simply waddling towards the bedroom and getting into bed.

Will came in later, changing into pyjamas and crawling into the bed next to you. You felt Will toss and turn in the bed before he scooted down the bed.

You frowned, about to ask what he was doing when you felt him lift your shirt “Will-“

He cut you off by kissing the bottom of the bump “Hey kiddo, long time no talk”

You tried not to giggle. Will used to speak to the bump all the time; give it run downs of the game, talk to the baby in Swedish to “get it prepared”

“Your mommy’s mad at me…” he mumbles

“She thinks she’s ugly. I know, that’s insane right? That’s what I was thinking!” He dramatically acts as if the baby is talking back

“Your mom’s so beautiful babyboy, I can’t wait until you meet her and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about” your hand finds it’s way to Willy’s hair as tears drip down your cheeks onto your pillow “I thought she was so gorgeous before but now she’s baking you up in there she’s just… so freaking beautiful”

Your sniffle caught Willy’s attention, looking up at you with worried eyes “What’s-“

“I’m sorry!” You cried, wiping your tears desperately and he moved up.

Damn hormones

“I Just.. i feel horrible about myself”

Willy moved your hand from your face and kissed your jaw softly “Babe you’re so beautiful now more than ever, you’re carrying our son — you’re making human life that’s incredible”

“I Just- i saw you speaking to that girl and I just feel so ugly and-“

Will kissed you silent again and said “That’s Millie, she works the bar at Scotiabank and I was talking to her because her wife is also pregnant just now and she was asking how you were getting on”

You made a sound and your mouth formed an o shape while a Willy only giggled and kissed you again

“You’re the best mom and the best girlfriend don’t forget it”

[callmewrinkles3]

Choices

October 2023

Em hadn't realised how tired being thirty weeks pregnant would make her. She was constantly sore and had run out of room for Lulu to grow but grow their daughter did. Even going up stairs was starting to wear her out. Pregnancy was tough.

But she'd held Dan's hand the whole day when they were at the Spurs Stadium, smiling as they appeared on screen at the Bills game. Her life was, yet again, fucking surreal, because she was sitting next to Hailee Steinfeld, the two talking about dating athletes and some of the ridiculousness that entailed. But she was there with Blake and Dan, laughing at Dan's antics and excitement at seeing Josh. The icing on the cake for Dan was being handed a Bills onesie for Lulu with Josh's number on it, as well as a tutu outfit. But finally they were back home before the race started.

There was a basket of clean clothes on the coffee table, Em folding them every few moments through the race. Lulu's stuff was going into a different basket, to go into a vacuum sealed bag and into the drawers in the nursery to keep them clean and dust free. But every single time she looked up she got even more worried for the drivers on track.

She knew it was bad and she didn't need to be a genius to know that, it was obvious to her. Between the heat and the tyre issue that had happened it was a weird weekend, but this seemed worse. The last time they were in Qatar was the end of November and that was bad. This seemed so much hotter. Every time Dan put another driver's camera on she could see how exhausted they were, the moment of seeing visors cracked slightly to get a breath of wind.

Her husband was watching in absolute silence, his good hand gripping hers. Usually he'd commentate on what was happening and how Max and Yuki were doing, but instead he was just watching, his left hand moving with the flow of the wheel in the drivers hands.

Blake was silent too, his phone glued to his hand as he was texting Cal and probably filling Charlie's texts for when she woke up. They were both worried, and the moment Logan came over the radio and she heard James tell him to let them look after him. She watched him barely get the car back to the pits, Dan putting the cameras for the drivers they were closest to on the screen as they watched in silence. She thanked whatever was out there that Dan wasn't driving as she watched her friends need help getting out of their cars. She squeezed Dan's hand before texting Chloe, asking for her to tell them how Lance was as soon as she heard.

Once she put the phone down it hit her. Dan had used his hand completely normally all day. There was no swelling, no pain, even his scar was healed up and looked nearly normal. He'd been folding the tiny clothes with her. He'd even caught a football in his left hand.

"You could have driven this week, couldn't you?" It was barely more than a whisper, not wanting Blake to hear it.

"Maybe." It wasn't the word that mattered, but Dan's oh I got caught face was clear. He was staring down at the sleepsuit he'd picked up to fold, too nervous about her reaction to even look at his wife's face. "I was ninety, ninety five percent there. But with only one practice and Liam hasn't driven there before it was a risk. I didn't want to risk it. I figured it'd be bad, just not this bad. It wasn't worth it for me to risk it and it wasn't worth you worrying."

It was the easy explanation. He wasn't totally there, it was a sprint, and Austin had the announcement anyway. But she knew how huge this was for Dan. He desperately wanted to be in the car, he wanted to be driving and was so excited before the crash. But he gave up a potential weekend of racing to make sure she wasn't stressed. He spent it at a football game with her and putting tiny baby clothes away so when they left for the US in a few days everything was ready for when Em and Lulu arrived back in London. He did all of that. He loved them that much.

"I love you." Em curled into his side as much as she could, sighing with relief as her phone went off with a text from Chloe confirming Lance would be ok and showing it to Dan. Then she let her husband hold her while she revelled in the luxury that he was right there with her.

[kylo-wrecked]

(Roller derby time!) Lulu skidded on her skates towards the edge of the rink. “Got any snacks? I’m on the bench for now and I’m famished!”

Did he look like he ate? Ben sniffed and cut a glance over his shoulder just in case.

"Depends," he said. He looked at the unsuspecting dad standing nearby, casually exchanged a fresh bill for some snacks. The dad seemed confused but wise, like a Taoist monk sporting cargo shorts.

"Here." Ben offered the snack to the skater. A pound of salted popcorn in a fat, striped box. "By the way, you're super fucking tall."

He stepped back to look at her; a dramatic gesture, très, très coquettish, but it looked genuine over his bones. What mattered was whether the angle he put on felt genuine. If it did, his position was true. Right now, Ben was feeling lucky.

"Why would they bench you?"

He'd been watching 'Manhattan Mayhem' conquer the rink for ten minutes, which was a long time in roller derby years. 'Hell on Wheels' here was wearing the red and blue sailor tails of the 'Brooklyn Bombshells.' Her team sucked without her. That seemed obvious.

"Did you foul?" Ben asked with a flicker of a grin.

Without understanding why, he suddenly really wanted to know.

[awoogaga]

Jigen x fem!reader smut

Warnings: NSFW, creampie, literally just sex

"Have you ever considered being a racecar driver?" You asked, watching the police cars behind you crash as Jigen drove away after rescuing Lupins from Zenigata's clutches.

"No, too dangerous." He grunted. You scoffed.

"Oh really?" You grinned one eyebrow lifting. The edges of Jigen's mouth lifted a little, almost smirking.

"You know, Jigen has a 0.3-second quick draw, he could’ve been a professional gunman." Lupin chimed in from the back. You smiled, and your hand went to rest on Jigen's upper arm.

"Hmmm, I don't know…" You hummed. Jigen's cocked an eyebrow.

"Doubting me doll?" He teased. You shook your head.

"No, it's not that." Okay, now you had him curious.

"Then what is it?" You hesitated before speaking.

"It's selfish to say but, I'd be jealous if so many other women knew how good with your hands you are." Goemon choked in the backseat as Lupin cackled. Jigen coughed.

"That's very cute of you sweetheart. Trust me when I say I've got eyes for only you." One of Jigen's hands came off of the steering wheel to sit on your thigh. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked at him.

"Jeez, you two get a room already." Lupin teased in the back seat. You turned around to look at him.

"Well if you're willing to pay for it…" You faked shyness as you trailed off. Jigen's hand squeezed your thigh.

"Oh hohoho get your women under control Jigen," Lupin said. Jigen tsked.

"She has a point. You should get us a hotel room, we just saved your ass." Jigen didn’t mind the idea too much himself. After all, how could he object to a night alone with the woman he loved the most? Lupin groaned in the backseat.

"We're in Paris strictly on business remember?" Everyone laughed. Even Goemon let out a light chuckle.

"I don’t condone these indecent behaviors, but when have you ever been one to keep things professional Lupin?" Goemon spoke up.

"Does the name 'Fujiko' ring a bell?" You taunted. Jigen let out a noise of disgust at her name. You tapped his shoulder scoldingly.

"That's completely different. Fuji-cakes and I are soulmates." You frowned at the implication that your relationship with Jigen wasn’t serious in Lupin's eyes.

"Oh please, that woman backstabs you any chance she gets. You’re just jealous that me and (y/n) have a much more serious relationship than you two ever will." Jigen spits half-heartedly. Your grip on his arm tightened a little as you felt heat bloom in your cheeks. Lupin grumbled something about 'What would you know about women' and 'You take that back' but you were too lost in your lovesickness that you only tuned back in when Jigen finally got him to agree.

"Ah whatever" Lupin lightened up. "I'll get you your damn room, Goemon and I will just go to dinner without you two tonight."

"Thank you Lulu" you pinched his cheek. Jigen rolled his eyes as Lupin smiled mischievously.

"Of course, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I said 'no' to a lady." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes lightheartedly. The ride back to the hotel was filled with chatter, but Jigen's hand never left your thigh until he pulled into the hotel's drop-off lane. As you two got out of the car, Jigen tossed Lupin the extra keys. You grabbed onto Jigen's elbow and waved to them as they drove off.

"I missed you." You whispered to him as you leaned up to peck his lips.

"I was with you the whole time doll." He chuckled. You leaned your head against the side of his shoulder.

"You know what I mean." He smiled before wrapping an arm around your waist to shepherd you inside the lobby.

"Bonsoir. How may I help you tonight? "Do you have any suites vacant?" "Oui, and how will you be paying for it?" "Put it on room 203s tab."

You were still surprised that Jigen could speak french, but seeing that his best friend was part french, you could understand why. When the receptionist handed you your key cards you two almost ran to the elevator. On the ride up you stared, dazed at him, and when he noticed he chuckled.

"What is it mon amour?" Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. He'd seen your thighs squeeze together when he'd spoken french earlier, and he made it his goal to fluster you even further. He couldn’t blame you, he also found himself distracted when you spoke Spanish around him.

"Te Amo." It had slipped out of your lips before you had even thought about it. He reacted almost immediately, pulling you closer. He brought the hand not on your hip to bring his hat down, shielding the gentle but loving kiss that you shared from the world. No one else was in the elevator, but your heart still soared. He wanted you, and only you, to be able to witness how much he loved you. The elevator speaker let out a 'ping' as you reached your floor. Your hand slipped into his while you walked down the hall to your suite. Locking the door behind him, he took off his suit jacket while you chucked your heels to some distant corner of the room. Once you were seated on the bed, you grabbed his hand to place it on top of one of the straps of your silky dress. You were always a bit shy at first, but all it took to get you to take initiative was to rile you up a bit. Jigen understood this. He had been your first, and he'd been respectful and slow each time you two had made love, even when you told him you could take it.

"Mi Amor, look at me." You whispered. Jigens eyes snapped back to your soft face as he crouched to your level. You leaned in, hands on his cheeks before your lips met his tenderly. Slowly, he began to slip your straps off your shoulders, reaching around you to get the zipper on the back of your dress. Your hands fell to his collar, loosening his tie before beginning to unbutton his dress shirt.

"God I love you woman." He said gruffly between kisses. Your hands went to begin working on his belt as he slid the dress down your body. You responded by deepening the kiss, unbuckling his belt with quick hands. His hands, with the dress now discarded somewhere on the floor, found their way back to your hips as he played with the sides of your panties.

"A new set eh?" He asked, face lowering to your neck to suck love bites into the skin where your neck met your collar. You let out a semi-satisfied sigh as his beard tickled the area above your breast. "Mm I just wanted to look good for you" His belt now loose, you unbuttoned his suit pants and begin to unzip them. He groaned quietly into your chest.

"You’re so fucking cute" You smiled at him. His pants now around his ankles, you motioned for him to slip them off so he could join you on the bed. He did so eagerly, slipping off his boxers as well.

"You're so handsome." You brought your hand back to his cheek, stroking his beard lovingly. He grunted in disagreement.

"I'm just a lucky man." His hands found your plush waist again, thumbs hooking under your panties as you kissed him. He pulled them down to right above your knees and got to work on your bra.

"Hmm, I must be the luckiest woman then." You purred sultrily. One of your hands dropped to his happy trail, making figure eights before coming down to stroke his cock. Jigen inhaled sharply.

"You trying to kill me doll?" You smiled, thumb coming up to smear precum over the slit of his cock.

"You know I'd never hurt you cariño" He groaned, head dropping to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you jerked him off. You felt your bra clasp snap undone as Jigen thrust into your grip.

"As much as I love this" Jigen said, "I want your panties and bra on the floor." You pulled away despite the pang in your heart telling you to keep him close. His wishes were soon granted, with both items being forgotten on some part of the floor. He laid you back against the pillows, semi-straddling you as he smirked.

"I don’t think I've taken care of you yet, have I?" Your face flushed. You may love when he eats you out, but he loved it even more. His hand coerced your soft thighs open. He almost drooled thinking about all the time he could spend taking in your pretty pussy, your thighs trembling as you tried not to squirm too much as he went to town. He lowered himself to a more comfortable position, face inches away from your cunt.

"Jigen-" you whined, doeful eyes silently pleading for him to please you. He wasted no time, calloused hands spreading your thighs apart as he dove in, licking, and then sucking on your sensitive clit. He felt you squirm in his grasp, your hands coming down to run through his hair as he spat into your hole before tongue fucking it. One of his hands replaced his tongue, while his mouth rose to pay more attention to your clit, sucking, kissing, and licking it as he fingered you relentlessly. You were a panting mess by now, which only encouraged him to keep going, however, he could tell you were holding something back, and he hated when you tried to hush yourself, loving the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth.

"C’mon sweetheart I know you can be louder than that" he slurred into you. You released your lip from between your teeth, letting a moan slip out.

"Daisuke~" His eyes widened. That surprised him, but what surprised him, even more, was how his cocked throbbed in reaction. He looked up at you with adoring eyes.

"Say it again." You paused, nervous you had done something wrong but were ripped from your thoughts when he purposely let his beard brush against your clit as he fingered you.

"Daisuke! I- I think I'm going to!" It happened before you finished your sentence, thighs closing in around his head as you writhed in pleasure. He groaned, biting into your pillowy thighs as he continued his ministrations. He was in heaven. He felt a bit disappointed as your thighs loosened their tight hold around his face, but that feeling quickly turned to excitement as you took two fingers to spread your lower lips. He slowly sat up, eyes never leaving your body.

"Daisuke please- I want you inside me" You begged, one leg linking around his waist to bring him closer.

"Whatever you want darling." He took some of your slick and rubbed it onto himself, then guided himself to your hole. You looked up at him pitifully, and he realized he had been so focused on making you cum he had forgotten to kiss you. So as he slid into you, his lips locked with your, passionately molding together. He hissed when he bottomed out, you were always so warm and inviting, like you were made for him and him for you. While he was lost in thought you had begun to fuck yourself on his dick, signaling you were ready for him to start moving. However, your eagerness didn't stop you from moaning his name erotically, scratching down his back as he set his own pace. His pubes meshed with yours every time your hips met, and your wetness had begun to cling to his hair, something which only turned him on more.

"Shit you feel good" he groaned into your ear. You clung to him, pleasured noises escaping your throat.

"Daisuke oh my god- Daisuke!" You clenched around him, but he was so lost in your warmth he couldn't tell.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking perfect. Oh my god (y/n)-" He moaned, as his arms caged you, placed on either side of your head while he thrust into you.

"Daisuke closer please I just want to feel you-" You stuttered before your lips met once again. When you pulled apart he grunted

"I'm getting close- shit- you're such an angel- oh shit-" He began a more rapid pace, flipping you over so you were riding him, thighs pillowing his hips. His hands went back down to rub your clit while you bounced. You weren’t holding back any noises now, especially since he'd begun sucking on your nipples, alternating between them.

"Cum inside- cum inside Daisuke I need you in me I-" you were cut off as a moan ripped through you as you creamed on his cock. He wasn’t long after, cum painting your insides white. You kissed him, hand tangled in his hair as you both rode out your orgasms. You both bask in the afterglow, and his head rested in the swell between your breasts. Your hand combed through his hair slowly, treasuring this moment.

This has been rotting in my notes app, listening to doja rn and it's giving me confidence to post it. Sorry if Jigen is ooc

[hopelesshawks]

Companionship XP Part 27- Calming

18+ Kaminari Denki x fem!reader quirkless, streamer au

Summary: The decision to start a youtube channel was a spur of the moment thing. Sure you’d watched your friends have great success with their own channels, but when you uploaded your first video playing Genshin you never would have guessed it would take off the way it did. You’re perfectly content with the community you’ve built but if there’s one thing you’ve been missing, it’s someone to co-op with. When Mina offers to link you up with one of her old friends with his own channel, you just hope he won’t be too obnoxious. Enter Kaminari Denki. He’s definitely obnoxious, but he’s also so much more.

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

You must have checked every little bit of your outfit and overall appearance a million times as you waited for Denki to come pick you up. He’d been sweet about making sure you were comfortable with him coming to your house, offering to just send you his own address so you could come to him if you didn’t want him knowing where you live just yet. You swear he’s even more cautious about preserving your secret identity than you are.

It’s a very welcome change of pace.

When the time comes to buzz him into your building your heart practically pounds in your chest. Do you really look ok? Are you too casual? Too formal? Will seeing him in person be different than seeing him over facetime? Oh my god this is the first time you’re seeing him in person. How had that not hit you sooner?

There’s a knock on your door and you open it embarrassingly quickly.

Denki looks unfairly attractive.

He’s taller than you expected him to be and he looks solid. You suppose that there’s no way he could be best friends with Red Riot and not be in great shape but still, he’s got a surprising amount of lean muscle that fills out the white tee and black leather jacket he’s wearing really nicely. His black jeans hug his legs perfectly and the asshole had even worn a black choker because apparently he has no respect for your sanity. You’d be embarrassed about how blatantly you’re checking him out except he seems to be doing the same to you. It eases some of your nerves to know you’re not the only one affected.

“Wow… You look… wow,” Denki says almost dazedly.

“I could say the same to you,” you chuckle.

He shakes his head to force himself to refocus and then gives you a sheepish smile as he slides up next to you and offers you his arm.

“Well our chariot awaits Princess. Shall we be off?”

“We shall. Lead the way.”

When you descend to the street level you’re surprised to find that Denki drives an all black classic car. You half expected something brand new with a bright, flashy color. You don’t know much about cars but it looks pretty sleek and the vintage car feels fitting for a drive-in movie date.

“It’s a 1969 Mustang Boss 429. First thing I got when I started getting big paychecks from streaming. Restored it myself and everything,” he tells you proudly with a bright grin.

“I don’t know shit about cars but that sounds awesome and also incredibly difficult?” you ask as he escorts you to the car and opens the door for you.

“Yeaaa, it took awhile but it’s worth it!”

The interior has also been nicely restored, with leather seats and a cassette to lightning cable adapter so he can still plug his phone in. He encourages you to plug yours in as he pulls out of where he parked in front of your building and navigates onto the road. Before long you’ve got one of your favorite playlists floating through the car, a perfect soundtrack for the drive. Denki looks completely relaxed behind the wheel, settled in a way he usually isn’t. He’s got one hand on the stick shift, changing gears with an effortlessness indicative of years of experience. His other hand is wrapped around the steering wheel, long fingers curled around the leather, occasionally tapping out the beat of whatever song is playing.

“You really love driving don’t you?” you ask, a soft smile playing over your lips as you continue to watch him.

He nods, his smile absolutely radiant.

“I’ve never been any good at meditation but driving is my version of it I think. I don’t know just something about it is… calming,” he explains.

As the music continues to float through the car you think you understand what he means. As excited as you are for the movie, you also would be content to spend the whole night just like this. You, Denki, a good soundtrack, and the open road. What more could you possibly need?

A/N: For those curious this picture is what I imagined Denki's car to look like. I'm not super into cars but I really love driving, I find it super relaxing when the roads aren't super trafficy so this 100% is me projecting that onto Denki lmao. Apparently casette players actually weren't standard in cars until the 1970s? But whatever we'll just say it's the one inaccurate thing Denki put into the car while restoring it or sth 🥴

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[libraryleopard]

sometimes i am normal. but then sometimes i remember episode six of wheel of time and think about how moiraine and siuan have to put on such uncaring facades in public, with the amyrlin seat as an impassionate, unbiased leader and moiraine as a disobedient aes sedai accepting her public punishment and exile but in private they have such incredible intimacy–emotional and sexual–with moiraine knowing siuan well enough even after two years to recognize her new tattoo and siuan gently teasing moiraine when she becomes defensive. and then i think about how moiraine swore her oath of exile to siuan, not the amyrlin seat, and how personal and full of emotion that oath was even as it tore them apart. and how the show crafted such a high-stakes, forbidden romance between two women where their relationship isn’t forbidden because it’s queer but because they’re both so committed to their respective duties and their goal of finding the dragon reborn and stopping the dark one, committed at the cost of their personal happiness and maybe their lives, even as they wish that things could be different, that they could be together without the secrecy and the fear. and then i am not normal!

[prodbyblush]

!Fem reader and Arisu where they are watching a movie and reader falls asleep on him? I think that'd be kinda cute . ♡

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→ female!reader

"A movie at your place, deal?"

"Wait, why can't we have a movie night at your place instead?"

"Because your dad likes me and spares you from his harsh words." Arisu turned to face you, hand extended out and standing on her tiptoes to gently pat his head. "My poor boyfriend is being looked down when he's so smart."

Hearing those words made him smile unconsciously, truly you are the only person who he adores the most. Apart from his best friends, of course.

"I'll take care of the snacks. What movie should we watch?"

Shrugging your shoulder, the two of you continued to walk in the quiet neighborhood in the afternoon. "As long as it's not scary, I'll be okay!"

"Alright, anything scary." A low laughter escaped his lips as he jokes, earning him a glare from you.

"If you really play a scary movie tomorrow, I will not hesitate to beat your ass." Arisu found it cute, his five foot girlfriend threatening his five foot ten height.

"Yeah yeah, nothing scary tomorrow." Arisu smiles and slowly pretended to stretch his arms sideways, lowkey placing his arms around your shoulder. The sight of the golden sun sinking on the other side of the world, the sounds of children playing and wheels of their bikes on the ground made moments like this with you worthwhile.

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   . ♡

Before the night time could come through, Arisu made a quick stop to the convenient store, took a red basket in his hands and threw in all yours and his favorite snack and drinks into the basket before paying and exiting, walking back to his house and choosing to ignore his brother's and father's constant nagging of him to grow up and face the world.

As he was fixing for tonight's activity, he didn't needed to get out of his room for him to know that you arrived. Hearing his father's voice get all high and cheery was enough for him to know that you're already here. Following the sound of your footsteps, he decided to hide behind his bookshelf, just in time to hear you open the door to his room.

"Where is he?" He heard you ask to yourself, holding his laughter by clamping a hand over his lips. As he heard the door close, he got out of his hiding spot and and jumped in front of you.

"Boo!"

Seeing your scared face and hearing you scream had Arisu rolling down on the floor in a fit of laughter. Kneeling down beside him, you started playfully slapping his arm for pranking you.

"You almost made my heart stop!"

"But I always make your heart stop?"

A blush crept through your cheeks. He was right there. Sighing, you playfully slapped his arm once more before getting back up on your feet. "What movies do you have here?"

Raising his hands to rub the back of his nape, he stared at the stack of DVDs sprawled on his table - pixar and anime movies.

"Would it be weird if I said I haven't seen this movie?" you spoke, raising up the case of Finding Dory. Arisu lightly shook his head.

"I'm just the same as you. Haven't seen that movie as well." He said, taking the case and putting it on his laptop, getting comfortable as he rests his back on the headboard and passing the bag of candies towards you.

As the movie started to play, the only sounds they could hear were the audio coming from the movie and the sounds of plastic rustling in their hands as they munch on them. Towards the middle of the movie, Arisu felt your head lean on his shoulder.

"Are you getting sleepy?" He asks, slightly turning his head to the side to look at you. But you shook your head.

"Just getting comfortable here" was all you said.

And Arisu didn't put much attention to it after, casting his eyes back towards the screen of his laptop. But as a few minutes passed by, he felt your head getting heavy on his left shoulder. That only meant one thing.

"Just getting comfortable, huh?" Arisu spoke softly as he turns his head once more to face you, watching you falling asleep on him and feeling the weight of your head more. He cautiously reached to pause the movie before laying you down comfortably on his bed. Arisu stood up and cleaned the mess, shutting down his laptop before laying down beside you.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer to him. "Sweet dreams, Y/N."

[scotianostra]

It’s actually turned into busy day for my posts, so I was just being lazy earlier, the next guy is a legend, Jack Bruce was born on May 14th 1943 in Bishopbriggs, Lanarkshire.

Jack was born to musical parents who travelled extensively in Canada and the U.S.A, he attended 14 different schools, finishing his formal education at Bellahouston Academy and the Royal Scottish Academy of Music, to which he won a scholarship for cello and composition. He left the Academy and his homeland at the age of 16, because of poverty and discouraged by his professors’ lack of interest in his ideas.

After playing with some of the elite of rock during the early 60’s and turning down the chance to play in Marvin Gaye’s band Jack formed Cream with Ginger Baker, and Eric Clapton.  The band were a massive success in just over two years they were  awarded their first ever platinum disc for Wheels of Fire. Jack wrote and sang most of the songs, including I Feel Free, White Room, Politician and perhaps the world’s most performed guitar riff, in Sunshine Of Your Love. Cream split in November 1968 at the height of their popularity; Jack felt that he had strayed too far from his ideals and wanted to re-discover his musical and social roots.

Bruce went on to collaborate with the likes of Frank Zappa, Lou Reed,  Cozy Powell, Gary Moore and Jon Anderson, as well as producing the soundtrack for the Scottish film The Slab Boys, with; Lulu, Edwyn Collins, Eddi Reader and the Proclaimers.

Bruce had suffered a period of declining health, after many years of addictions which he finally beat with clinical treatment, and in 2003 was diagnosed with liver cancer. In September 2003, he underwent a liver transplant, which was almost fatal, as his body initially rejected the new organ. He recovered, and in 2004 re-appeared to perform Sunshine of Your Love at a Rock Legends concert in Germany organised by the singer Mandoki.

He continued to perform in the 10 years or so up to his death of liver disease on 25 October 2014, in Suffolk, England.

In my opinion Cream were the greatest rock group of the 60’s and I think Bruce is a bit like the forgotten man of rock. 

The song I’ve chosen is  Weird Of Hermiston, it’s title comes from an  unfinished novel,  Weir Of Hermiston, by Robert Louis Stevenson,  , although the lyrics make no reference to the story.

Please check out the song, watch it until the end, the wee look between Bruce and the cellist is great. 

I'm goin' to a wedding I'm going to a wedding dressed in black I'm going to a party Going to party, won't be back Cause I'm not going with you No Trees are no longer a comfort Messages sad in the wires My hair is hung down With the blackest of rain that I'm feeling I'm going to the river I'm going to the river wash my tears I'm going to the mountains Going to the mountains cool my fears That I'm not going with you No Skies are no longer a comfort Leaves turning black in the autumn The corn is hung down With the heaviest rain I am feeling I'm going to a funeral I'm going to a funeral dressed in white I'm going to a nightclub I'm going to a nightclub sleep with night And I'm not going with you No Love is no longer a comfort Fantastic times are forgotten My heart is hung down With the saddest of rain that I'm feeling

[secondgenerationnerd]

hi!! it's been a hard day and you're my comfort creator. if you're not busy can we get some soft little lucy n moms? it's ok if you're not feeling it tho! thanks and i love you <3 :)

Baby, when you ask like that, you can absolutely have some soft little Lucy and her moms ❤️❤️❤️

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It’s strange how things change over time.

“Alright, Lulu,” Harley checks the laces on her four year old’s skates. “You ready?”

“Yeah, Mama!” Lucy jumps to her feet…and immediately falls backwards as the wheels move out from under her. Vines from the ceiling catch her before she hits the ground.

“Careful, petal.” Pamela teases, watching from her favorite arm chair. Harley steadies Lucy, holding both of the little girls hands.

“Okay, baby, ready? Focuses on ya balance…” Harley skates backwards around the loft. Her eyes never leave Lucy’s face as the little girl slowly begins to move her feet. “Side to side. It’s not like walking, Lulu—there ya go!”

Lucy beams as she starts to get the hang of it. She looks over at her shoulder to Pamela, then back at Harley.

“Race to Mommy?”

Harley laughs, tapping her daughter’s nose, “You’re definitely my kid. Ya think ya can beat me?”

“Uh huh!” Lucy shakily turns, starting to move away from Harley…but keeps a death grip on Harley’s hand. A vine snakes across the room, up to Lucy’s hand. Smiling wide, she grabs it with both hands, “ONETWOTHREEGO!”

“Hey!” Harley chases after the giggling girl as she’s pulled to her other mother. Lucy jumps the last bit, letting the vine pull her into Pamela’s lap. Harley stops her skates, dramatically wagging her finger at the two. “This is cheating!”

“Sorry, Harles.” Pamela teases, pulling her wife into the arm chair with them. “She beat you.”

“Yeah, with help.” Harley’s fake pout doesn’t even fool Lucy. The four year old crawls over Pamela and into Harley’s lap. Mismatched puppy eyes make both villianesses’ hearts melt.

“Dank you for teaching me, Mama.” Lucy hugs her mama tight, little head resting on her shoulder.

“You’re more than welcome, baby.” When Harley hugs her back, Lucy doesn’t flinch like Harley once did. When Pamela kisses Harley, Lucy just giggles and says it’s gross. Not knowing how many people have died from that same kiss. She never thinks anything of the hyenas that jump up onto the couch, licking at her face as she giggles, or the weapons locked in a glass case above her.

All that matters to her is her moms love her. They aren’t Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy to her yet. Just Mama and Mommy. Her Mama and Mommy.

[ri-ahhh]

i can already tell off the bad grayson would be so protective of his s/o. even his friends tbh. like just imagine a boy bothering you and he comes to the rescue

Ugh yes. Ik some girls are against the idea of a man protecting them or whatever but I think it’s nice to have a guy that will watch out for you over some creeps.

Maybe one day you’re at a mall — you, Ethan, and Grayson — and you decide to leave the two of them at the Apple store in favor of meeting up with them at lulu lemon whenever they get finished there.

You approach the athletic store, which is moderately busy at most, and greet the two guys standing at the front with a friendly smile.

Immediately, the fit, sandy-haired one makes the step towards you in that typical, over-hyped salesman fashion.

“Hi there! Can I help you find anything?”

This guy is only a little taller than yourself, but combined with the fact that he’s stepped a couple inches too close for your comfort, and the way his blue eyes dart across your body, you immediately get hit by a sense of intimidation that you’re not used to. You don’t feel threatened, but it’s still not a pleasant sensation to be bombarded like that.

“Ah,” you take a casual step back, trying to make it look natural, as if you’re just searching the store with your gaze, “I’m just looking for now. Thanks, though.”

“No prob,” he replies with what is clearly supposed to be a charming smile. “I’m Jackson. Come holler at me if you need anything at all.”

Jackson actually holds out his hand, and before you can analyze how fucking weird that is, you take it in your own. Your cold hand feels even icier despite the heat coming from his.

“I like your outfit, by the way,” he winks, and you wiggle your hand from his grip at once as you glance down at what you’re wearing. Shorts from this very store, a wakeheart hoodie you stole from Grayson, and Nike flip flops. You couldn’t look more basic and inconspicuous if you tried, really. “Those shorts are on the back wall.”

“Uh, thanks,” you say, and finally walk away from Jackson as quickly as possible.

Now that you’ve escaped, you remember you really did have a question about finding some leggings, but Jackson had thrown you off so much that the thought had completely left your mind until now. You search the store for a female associate, and upon finding them all busy, settle for searching through some gym tops.

“You still doing okay, babe?”

Not even ten minutes later, you look up casually from where you’re flicking through hangers trying to find your size, thinking maybe whoever just said that was talking to someone else — because there’s no way some random dude just called you ‘babe’, right?

Wrong. Jackson is standing a couple feet away, twirling his lanyard around his fingers in a way that directly reminds you of the douchebag football players in high school that would stand in the hallway of the fieldhouse and cat-call the female athletes coming in and out of their respective locker rooms.

You fight back the urge to scrunch up your nose in disgust, and give him a tight smile that will hopefully convey your disinterest. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Jackson winks again and gives you a thumbs up as he walks back to his post at the front of the store. You roll your eyes at his tapered back, and brush his behavior off as just typical asshole antics.

With the store becoming more crowded, you’ve still yet to find an open sales girl whose attention hasn’t been swooped away by another customer, so you meander into the men’s section. Grayson needed some new shorts himself, and you’re always happy to shop for him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a head approaching that’s starting to look familiar.

Go away go away go away...

“Wrong section, beautiful,” Jackson laughs, leaning against a clothes rack, taking no care in the slightest to hide the way his eyes rake up your entire form from head to toe.

You cringe, both from his words and his gaze. Your phone buzzes in your hand, and you take a moment to ignore Jackson and answer the text from Gray.

Just left Apple, be there in a few💕

You glance up and see Jackson still standing there, watching you with an amused little smirk. You wonder if he thinks you’re being coy, or shy, or if he’s caught on to how uncomfortable you are and is reveling in it the way some ass hats like him do.

Hurry pls. This guy won’t leave me alone.

Jackson looks at you expectantly when you press the button to lock your phone screen. You’re done being nice by now, and you snatch up Grayson’s size in a pair of light blue, 5-inch shorts that will look fantastic on him.

“They’re for my boyfriend,” you state clearly, flatly. “And it’s 2020, I can wear whatever the hell I want, even if they weren’t for him.”

You start to try to go past him without another word, but he throws his hands up apologetically. “Damn, okay, I totally feel you, my bad babe. Are you sure there’s nothing else I can help you find?”

You look around, but there are no other workers in sight, and you figure you might as well just ask the question so that you can get the hell out of here.

“Fine, yeah, do you carry longer inseams or talls of leggings in store?”

Jackson smiles brightly, evidently thrilled that you took him up on his offer, and snaps into a finger-gun gesture. “I do,” he says, shifting next to you so you’re standing side-by-side. “I assumed you’d need that with those great legs. Let’s go here...”

And then, this man has the audacity to put his hand on the small of your back, trying to guide you between racks of shirts.

That’s the last straw for you. Just as you wheel around to grab his forearm and push him off of you, a deep, familiar, voice echoes in the little corner of the store you’re all in.

“Excuse me?”

Your eyes see heavily tattooed legs first, then the baby pink shorts you love so much, a hard stomach and broad chest clung to tightly by a white shirt, and finally a bearded, hard-set jaw you’d recognize anywhere.

“Hi, baby,” you sigh out in relief, stepping into his side and wrapping your arms around his trim middle.

You step on your toes and kiss his chin sweetly, your heart settling back in your chest from where it has dropped to the pit of yours stomach only a moment ago. Grayson’s thick arm curls around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, his eyes stone cold and unwavering on Jackson, who looks rightfully terrified suddenly.

“Are you the guy my girl’s telling me keeps harassing her?” Grayson asks sternly, his Jersey coming out thick and making him even more intimidating.

“I — uh, I wasn’t —“

“Shut up,” Grayson interrupts Jackson’s stuttering. “If I didn’t believe in karma, I’d go find your manager right now and make sure your ass was fired before we leave this place. Don’t fuckin follow girls around, or put your hands on them, especially mine. Got it, asshole?”

Jackson swallows thickly and nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell that to her, not me,” Grayson says, motioning towards you with his head.

Jackson looks at you and repeats the apology, and you nod. “Go do your actual job, please.”

“Wait,” Grayson says, taking the clothes out of your hands and shoving them roughly into Jackson’s. “We won’t be buying these today. Goodbye.”

The two of you watch Jackson shrink away, and you release your hold on Grayson to cup his stubbles cheeks as he makes sure the other man is as far away from you two as possible.

“You good?” you check, feeling the rapid pulse under his chin and the muscled tick of his jaw beneath your hands.

Grayson takes a deep breath, then cups your hands with his as he leans down and captures your lips with a surprising softness and restraint.

“Yeah,” he answers when he pulls back, swiping a shiny little bead of saliva from your lower lip. “Come on, lets get out of here. E is in Joyrich.”

“That was kinda hot, you know,” you say once you’re walking down the open corridor hand-in-hand, fingers interlaced tightly by Grayson. “I should make you jealous more often. In a more consensual, less creepy way than that, though.”

Grayson grunts a little and releases your hand in favor of wrapping his arm around your shoulders once again, and yours snakes behind his back.

“Please don’t, I don’t think I could take it. I feel like I need to take a shit, punch a wall, and fuck you senseless all at the same time right now.”

You burst out laughing, and your fingers dip just below the waistband of his shorts and boxers teasingly. “Let’s find Ethan and go home then, and you can do all of those things.”

[collecting-stories]

Nail Polish - JJ Maybank

Request: i have a request (only if you’re comfortable writing it, of course!) imagine y/n painting jj or toppers nails 🥺 boys w painted nails >>>

A/N: I wrote a fic of the same name about Connor Murphy from Dear Evan Hansen...so this is like Nail Polish pt. 2 lol. 

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JJ stood in the aisle at Walgreens, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he examined all the colors available on the Essie display. He had ruled out black almost instantly and he wasn’t much for bright colors like the cotton candy blue or the baby pink. 

He plucked an iridescent purple from the plastic holders, turning the bottle in the light and watching the rainbow of colors that shimmered within it. That one reminded him of the NYX highlighter you’d put on his shoulders and cheeks the other day when you were doing your makeup, remarking that the shimmer, coupled with his tan, was arguably the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. Prettiest, actually, you’d used the word prettiest.

“I like the glitter,” You mentioned, coming up beside him and grabbing a silver glitter filled nail polish, “I can never get glitter not to smudge though.”

When he had eyed your nail polish collection yesterday as the two of you sheltered from the thunderstorm and potential flood in your bedroom you had offered to do his nails. You wore a lot of pastels and he liked them but he said he wanted something different. He liked the way the highlighter caught the sun and wanted something like that. So you took him to Walgreens.  

“I think I like this one.” He held it up for you to see and you took it from him, turning it over in the light and smiling.  

“Okay.” You grabbed the glitter one for yourself even though you suspected it would end in disaster and brought them both to the counter. “That purple is like, if you could bottle Lover in a nail polish.”  

“Don’t make me put it back.” JJ replied, wrinkling his nose at you.  

You laughed and tilted your head up, kissing him, “say what you want but I know you know all the words.”

“Cause you play it all the time.”

“No one told you to sing along.” You replied.

Neither of you bothered to go inside when you got back to your house, sitting on the steps of the open breezeway, your back against the wall of the garage as JJ sat against the support beam across from you. He had relinquished control of the music now that you were home, letting you play Dedicated without complaining. JJ always boasted a niche taste in music and he made fun of your endless love for pop music but you knew he loved it secretly. He held his hands out in his lap for you as you painted his nails the purple that he bought, the iridescent effect already looking incredible in the sun.  

“I’m gonna steal this color,” you remarked, putting a second coat on. “It’s so pretty.”

“Won’t be too hard,” he shrugged, cheeks turning pink at the compliment, “I can’t keep it anywhere else.”

“It looks really good on you. You should paint your nails more often.”  

“I wouldn’t hate it.” He replied, looking away from his hands your face, “you wouldn’t care?”

“Why would I care?”  

He shrugged again, trying to seem nonchalant but you could see the wheels turning in his head, “I don’t know, you’re painting your boyfriend’s nails and putting makeup on me. Not very...I don’t know.”  

You could practically hear Luke’s voice in his head, calling him every name he could think of to degrade him. JJ was always self-conscious about the way that people perceived him because of the way his dad made him feel. “If you like it, I’m more than happy.”

“Yeah I do.” He replied, eyeing his nails, watching the way they reflected the sun.  

“Good.”  

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