#man its been bad lately huh. bad month

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hi hi!! can I request a one shot of shidou?

what I'm thinking is like.. shidou is ur freaky class mate that u got pared up with for a project and after school the reader goes to his house to work on the project but in the middle of not focusing shidou starts rambling about his dorky interests(eg. Chainsaw man,how soccer gets him excited) and thats the moment Reade4 fell inlovr w shidou??

I've been dying for this plsss!!!

this has been sitting in my inbox for so long because i love it so much i’m afraid to touch it. locked in for shidou tho xx

after school study session

shidou ryusei x gn!reader. fluff! crack. nerdy shidou who yaps about his interests when he’s comfortable :(

you were terrified when you got paired with shidou ryusei for your environmental studies partner assignment. he had quite a reputation for being that guy (an absolute unwarranted freak) on the soccer team, and there were rumors about him getting chained and muzzled like a dog for being aggressive during and before matches.

you were willing yourself not to tremble in case he could smell fear when he met your eyes from across the lecture room. you averted your gaze after flashing a quick, polite smile, turning away before gauging his reaction.

the partners were assigned after four separate groups of three tried to ask the teacher if they could pair up, then got loud when she said no. thus, you were stuck with the class freak, and you had no idea how you’d pass.

after lots of mental debate, you decided to accept when shidou offered to host a meet-up at his house. he didn’t mention how strange it was for him to invite you to his place when the school had study rooms available, but you figured you might have to stay late (the library closes at 8pm).

shidou didn’t send you a dick pic immediately after securing your number, unlike what your friends told you. actually, his texts were extremely professional and polite—so much so that you almost forgot the rumors surrounding him.

then you were at his apartment, and suddenly you were panicking. what if his texts were just a sham to get you to drop your defenses? what if he wanted you to think he was a good guy, just to get you alone?

but when shidou opened the door, hair flat without its signature gel, you decided maybe you were okay with that.

your greetings were quiet and a little awkward, but you kept the polite smile on your face as he led you inside.

you sat perched stiffly on the edge of his couch, flipping through the pages of your textbook while shidou sat criss-crossed on the floor with a half-empty energy drink and a marker uncapped in his mouth.

“so..." he said once the silence became too much to bear. "carbon emissions, right?”

you glanced up to find him looking up at you through his lashes, his head still turned toward his book, as if testing the waters. you cleared your throat. “right.”

“bad for the fish.”

your brows scrunched. “mhm. more the ocean in general, i think, but sure.”

shidou hummed like he was considering your words and scribbled something incomprehensible in the margins of his portion of the worksheet. then, he pointed at the scribbles and said, “doesn’t this look like the chainsaw man logo?”

you tilted your head to look when he scooted closer to your legs. “huh?”

“chainsaw man.” he tapped the page again. “y’know? the manga? with the orange dog-thing and the chainsaws? peak fiction.”

you stared. so far, you went from thinking he was a crazed freak, to finding him attractive, to wondering if he was a secret weirdo. all of the versions of shidou presented in front of you was giving you whiplash. “why are we talking about this right now?”

“i don't know... but it does look like the logo, right?" he stared up at you expectedly, like if you were to brush him off, he would drop the topic entirely.

instead, you nodded. "i guess it kind of does."

his energy picked up immediately, as if he’d been waiting months, maybe even years, for someone to humor him.

“okay, listen. denji seems like a dumbass at times, but he's actually, like, really human. chasing girls, chasing food, chasing his dreams... it’s sick." he was speeding up now, speaking with his hands. "and the fights go hard. the art’s nasty in a good way. it’s so cool. oh, and side characters? i wish i could live in a universe like that. it would never get boring.”

by this point, he full-on ranting, energy drink abandoned somewhere behind him, arms waving as he explained. “people think i’m weird for liking it. maybe they'd think i'm weird no matter what. but so what? some things are meant to be weird. they're too complex to be understood. that’s the point. weird little freak characters are where it’s at.”

he finally looked back at you, his grin lazy and sharp all at once. “feels good. talkin’ about shit i like. chainsaw doodles, manga art, especially to girls who don’t run away screaming when i talk about them. makes my heart throb. don't stick around long enough to hear me go on about soccer. you’ll be real sick of me, then.”

he tapped his chest, right where his heart was and made a ba-dum, ba-dum, motion.

you opened your mouth, about to tell him he’s weird, when it hit you. this was his passion. he wasn't being weird; he was excited. you wondered how long it'd been since he had someone to just sit and listen.

and for some reason... you wanted him to go on. you wanted to ask him to tell you about soccer, because you couldn't remember the last time you'd heard someone talk about something with this much unfiltered, genuine excitement. he wasn't putting on a show. he wasn't trying to freak you out.

all he did was talk. like you were friends.

“hey. still with me?” he sat up and leaned closer, squinting his fuchsia eyes at you. “your face got all weird just now.”

you pressed your back against the cushions, looking away to hide the flush on your cheeks. “yeah, i’m good... you can keep going.”

his grin widened, canines on display. “really? i'm gonna warn you, once i start, i may not be able to shut up again."

“i don’t mind. it’s kinda cute.” your eyes widened in disbelief at your slip-up, and you silently prayed he didn't catch that.

shidou blinked. then he chuckled against his knuckles. “say that again, and you’ll make me fall for you.”

he was joking. probably. but you smiled, anyway. "whatever. where were we? carbon emissions, right?"

"ah, what happened to 'you can keep going'?"

you pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin against them. "go on, then. before i change my mind."

neither of you focused on the project for the next hour and a half. shidou explained the entire chainsaw man plot in painstaking detail, getting distracted halfway through explaining the gun devil to ask who your favorite movie villain was, and then demanded to know why you weren't as hyped about murder chainsaws as he was.

you didn't mind. it was the most fun you’d had in a while.

it was past midnight when you finally finished the project (thanks to the endless supply of monster energy drinks in shidou's fridge). he didn't offer to walk you home, but he did stop you at the door with a finger pressed to your forehead. “wait.”

you waited, too confused by the interaction to ask anything other than, “what?”

he disappeared without replying. just left you standing awkwardly by his door while he vanished deeper into his apartment.

you heard rustling from inside, followed by a loud thunk. something crashed, then a muffled, “fuck, whatever.”

a second later, shidou was back in the doorway with both arms full. “here.”

without pause, he dumped the entire first stack of chainsaw man volumes into your hands. 1-13, no box set. they looked a little bent on the corners, like they’d been read a hundred times.

“i’m gonna quiz you later, so make sure you read them. all of them.”

your head shot upright. “quiz me?!”

“yeah. how else am i supposed to make sure you get me?” he grinned, sharp and boyish. “can’t date someone who doesn’t respect freaks.”

you almost choked. “who said anything about dating—”

“huh? didn’t you call me cute earlier?”

you shut your mouth.

shidou laughed at your reaction, clearly proud of himself. “thought so. take good care of those, hm? they’re my babies.”

“you’re trusting me with your babies?” for some reason, you were touched.

“don’t make it weird.”

you scoffed, pulling the mangas closer to your chest. "right. cause i'm the weird one here."

but he was smiling in that way again—soft, corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to laugh too loud. “come back when you finish ‘em. i’ll buy you ramen or something.”

“fine," you said, voice a little distracted as you twisted and turned the pile of mangas in your arms. you still couldn't believe you were leaving the shidou ryusei's house feeling... happy.

he watched you walk down the hall, hugging his prized manga to your chest like a treasure, and scoffed so only he could hear. if this was how all after school study sessions went, he wouldn't mind having another with you.

[tojifiles]

F*CK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY!!

pairings (separate) ୨ৎ : toji fushiguro x reader, gojo satoru x reader, choso kamo x reader, suguru geto x reader

contains ୨ৎ : adult content (mdni), piv penetration, jealous/angry s*x, face sitting, c*nnilingus, overstim, car sex, squ*rting, edging, oral s*x (giving and receiving), pet names

a/n ୨ৎ : i might make a part 2 w/ sukuna, higuruma, nanami and shoko (or others), but it depends on how well this does!! not proofread btw, i posted this while half asleep 👎

in honor of me hitting 300+!!

toji fushiguro—☆

“fuck did i tell you about hangin’ out with that— bastard?” toji emphasizes each of his words with a snap of his hips. deep, merciless strokes into that, slick, puffy cunt of yours.

it was tired, tired from all the abuse it had taken. toji managed to pull three— no, four orgasms out of you in the span of an hour.

impossible for some. but toji? never that. he knew you like the back of his hand.

which is exactly how he knew you’d be so gullible, so naive, towards your conniving coworker.

of course you didn’t notice when he’d take glances at your tits as they restrained in your uniform. of course, when he offered to take you out to restaurants, you thought of it as ‘strictly business’.

but of course, thats what toji was here for— to keep you in check.

“im, haah— m’sorry tojii!!” you choked out a pathetic sob, trying your best to find common ground with the man. this torture had gone on for.. god knows how long. your brain was too fuzzy to even attempt to recall what time it was.

“sorry, my ass. shoulda’ been sorry a long time ago, mama. s’too late for all that now..” he grunted in reply, still continuing the ungodly pace he was going at.

jackhammering himself into you at this point— his full, aching balls slapping against your wetness.

he had your back arched— face up, ass down, hands tied behind your back, bobbing up and down with each mean thrust. red marks ingrained into the fat of your hips from the way he hooked his nails into them, making sure you’d be unable to run from him.

and it wasn’t just your hips that were marked, oh no. the crook of your neck, just along your collarbone, the inner and outer regions of your plush thighs. toji made sure to mark you up real nice and good.

“if you were really sorry,” he continued. “you would’ve stopped fuckin’ talking to that asshole months ago. then he woulda never thought it was— shit, be so handsy wit’ ya’.”

as toji replayed the scene in his head, his strokes were even sharper, practically burying you into the mattress at this point. he remembered picking you up from work, in your blouse and short pencil skirt that rode up your ass.

your coworker stopped you before leaving though, exchanging a quick goodbye, and a ‘simple hug.’ atleast thats what you called it.

but having his hands around your waist, slowly inching towards the hem of your skirt was anything but simple.

“toji, please— m’ really sorry! didn’t know..” you almost incoherently babbled out. the way his cock repeatedly pummeled its way against your sweet spot, it had you dumb. stupid, even.

“ya’ never fuckin’ know, huh? poor thing..gotta protect you from these men out here, yeah? need me by your side at all times?” he cooed sarcastically as you frantically nodded in reply.

“need you, daddy. n-need you to protect me—”

toji chuckled darkly, almost feeling bad from how pathetic you looked, how pathetic you sounded. the way your eyes rolled back as he hit your g-spot over and over, or the helpless cries that left your mouth as he did so.

“good. n’ thats how it needs to stay, mama.”

satoru gojo—☆

satoru couldn’t wait. he physically could not wait until he got home. no no, he needed you now.

his hands were engulfed in your hair, grabbing a plentiful handful as he bobbed your head up and down, soft groans of pleasure emitting from his parted lips.

“you thought that shit you pulled today was funny, yeah? messy fuckin’ girl.”

gojo had a meeting earlier with the higher-ups, discussing training for his students. you were practically on your knees, begging to tag along. after some consideration, he obliged (of course)—after all, who’s he to deny his favorite girl?

unfortunately for you, the meeting was more boring than you thought. listening to their voices drone on for what felt like eternities made your head ache.

unfortunately for satoru though, you let boredom get to the best of you.

he looked so damn attractive next to you, so professional— like his whole demeanor changed. your mind couldn’t help but wander elsewhere. your hands couldn’t help but wander either, as they discreetly drifted to the middle of his lap.

gojo let out a soft groan as you began palming him through his slacks, but was quick to conceal it with a cough. he tried desperately not to react too visibly, but it was becoming increasingly tormenting with each passing moment.

finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of you (though likely only seconds), satoru couldn't contain himself any longer— interrupting the meeting abruptly by announcing that you both needed to leave early due "to personal matters." with that excuse out of the way, he dragged you out before anyone could question the sudden departure.

to be quite frank, it was hilarious. well, in your eyes atleast. for satoru…?

ah, not so much.

mascara ran down your cheeks, tears welling up—blurring your vision as you felt the tip of his cock hit your uvula over and over. you could feel it throbbing angrily in your mouth as your tongue slobbed around the base.

gojo continued thrusting his hips back and forth into your mouth, holding onto your hair tightly. looking up, you could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, milky strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

even in his state, he still looked so dreamy.

satoru held you down, forcing you onto his base, your nose brushing against his well-kept happy trail. you choked, strings of drool pooling effortlessly down his cock. he let out a deep, throaty moan that seemed to reverberate inside the car. your mouth was so warm, so welcoming.

gojos thrusts intensified as he continued to recklessly pound himself into your slack jaw, the salty taste of his precum dribbling onto your tongue. he was close to cumming— you both knew it.

his movements became more shaky and jagged, sloppily going in and out of your mouth before stopping. before you knew it, sweet yet salty ropes of his essence painted the back of your throat— making you instinctively swallow. satoru quickly pulled out, resting his bare cock on your face as he felt another load arising.

and it did, painting your pretty face with his sticky, pearlescent seed.

gojo looked at the sight beneath him, cursing underneath his breath as he admired how good you looked. even covered in his cum, even with your hair all disheveled, you still looked amazing.

“a-acting out to get what you want— tsk, what a brat.” he teased, still recovering from his orgasm. typical gojo, even in his weakest moments, he never lost his charm nor attitude.

“well it worked, didn’t it?” you retorted, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

“i- uh. . . no comment.”

kamo choso—☆

choso was never the type to take his anger out on his loved ones, especially you.

the half curse, half human wasn’t unfamiliar with the feelings of anger and jealousy, although he never experienced the writhing feeling first hand.

but of course, there’s always a first time for everything.

“mine, mine, mine—“ choso whined, a series of breathless moans following soon after as he shamelessly pummeled into you. he had you in a nasty mating press as you lay flat on the bed, legs damn near reaching your ears.

“you’re my girlfriend, no one else’s. . . especially not— hngh, his.”

your male friend, who obviously had the hots for you. choso was baffled you couldn’t tell, as his flirtatious remarks and actions weren’t even that subtle.

the way he’d compliment your outfits, blatantly staring at your chest— especially when you wore lower cut tops. or when he’d ogle at your curves, licking his lips as his eyes rode up your thighs.

or like today, when he suggested you leave your boyfriend for him. now that, was choso’s last straw.

"you really shouuuld, ya know?" he slurred into your ear, clearly intoxicated from the drinks you both were sipping on. choso was just a few feet away in the living area, engrossed in some show he was watching. but his eyes flicked over to you occasionally, as he kept an eye on the situation.

"i mean, why are you even with him?" your friend continued, his voice a loud whisper, clearly thinking he was discreet. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you. someone like... me."

choso was enraged—he undeniably heard every word. someone who really appreciates you? the nerve.

standing up, he approached you two, shooting daggers into your friends wicked expression as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist.

but that cockiness soon faltered after noticing your boyfriends deadly glare. your male friend started pathetically apologizing, claiming it was a ‘joke.’

but even choso knows that drunk words are sober thoughts.

“f-fuuck, ‘cho…he, aah— didnt mean it!”

“dont c-care…” he grunted, low and rough. his jagged, uncontrolled, breaths tickled against your skin as he nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. “i appreciate you more than he, nngh, ever w-will.”

you let out a soft moan, his words shooting shivers down your spine. choso was never like this— so possessive. but who’s to say you were complaining?

he continued ravishing into you, so carnally— the feeling of being so completely claimed by him was both exhilarating and terrifying.

but damn, it turned you on like nothing else.

his pants echoed in your ears as he picked up speed, his body moving against yours in perfect rhythm, the sound of his thighs slamming against your own. any thoughts you had, fled from your mind except for the sensation of his cock bottoming out inside you and the way he took control of both your body and mind.

as the intensity built, you could feel yourself getting closer to you peak. you didn't want it to end, but you also knew that when it did, the pure feeling alone would be delectable.

“choso— m’gonna, f-fuck! mm’gonna cumm~!” you blubbered out, your eyes starting to pool. with those words, he picked up his pace even more— delving deeper inside of you. just as you were about to let go and give in, adrenaline coursing through your veins, choso objected.

"n-not yet,” he denied. “m’ not done with you yet."

geto suguru—☆

“s’too much, sug’!” you sobbed loudly as geto’s tongue danced around your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

you squirmed and writhed on suguru's face, your hips grinding against his mouth as he expertly teased your clit with his tongue. you couldn't believe how good it felt, how skilled he was at his craft.

"suguru..." you panted, gripping the headboard tightly as yet another wave of pleasure hit you like a semi-truck. "m’sorry, please. i-i didn’t mean it…”

suguru chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his expression twisting into a devilish grin. "oh?" he teased, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "didn’t mean what? i can’t quite recall what it was."

he knew exactly what you were implying. yet, he was teasing— because the both of you knew what you said earlier contradicted this current state you were in now.

you bit your lip, feeling a warm blush creep up on your cheeks at the memory of what had come out of your mouth during the heat of the moment. "..‘said that you n-never make me cum," you mumbled sheepishly.

geto paused for a moment before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor, causing yet another surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. "is that so? hm… i’ve never made you cum?" he asked mockingly, his voice full of amusement. “well she’s tellin’ me otherwise baby.”

he was referring to your cunt. the way “she” squelched as suguru slid his slender fingers in with ease, coated from your own slick mixed with his saliva.

the way he curled those digits inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that made your back arch and moans escape from between parted lips even as they were pressed against his face.

as his fingers continued to stroke your inner walls, searching for that perfect spot that would send you over the edge, his other hand reached up to play with one of your nipples.

the combination of the two was enough to make your head spin and your body shudder with anticipation. "s-suguru..." you whimpered out between gasps for air. "please... don't stop..."

his only response was a low rumble from deep within his chest—vibrating against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit once again before finally taking it into his mouth completely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you.

a sharp hiss escaped from between your clenched teeth, followed by a subdued cry as suguru circled inside of you. he smirked, watching eagerly as your facial expression twisted lewdly with each nasty ministration. he was such a tease.

it felt as though your very being was on the verge of exploding. every nerve ending screamed for release, begging to be set free from this torment. the tension coiled tightly within you, threatening to snap at any moment and send waves of ecstasy crashing over your body.

you could feel it coming closer now— that inevitable peak where all sensations would converge into one, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm. your heart raced, pounding against your chest like a drum signaling an approaching storm. sweat trickled down between your breasts and pooled at the small of your back as you arched further into suguru's touch.

but as quick as the pleasure built to a crescendo, it ended just as fast.

geto pulled his mouth away suddenly, grinning up at you from his spot between your legs, eyes sparkling with mischief. "since you said i never make you cum," he teased, his fingers curling inside of you in a way that threatened to push you over the edge yet again.

"i’m sure someone else will be able to help alleviate that little problem of yours." and with those words, he rose from his place underneath your figure. your legs being shaky, unstable, gave out beneath you, making you plop onto the mattress.

as geto sauntered towards the door with a smug smile on his face, he turned back to give one last taunt. “dont worry," he said with an air of false concern. "it shouldn’t be too hard finding someone that makes you cum as hard as i do."

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Tattoo - Captain John Price

He thought he pulled a sweet bird. All pastels and pretty things. The kind that go thrifting as a hobby. The kind that always have a hobby to keep them busy in the evening. Sweet, perfect, untouched by all of the evil in the world. Just the kind he liked...loved even.

One day Price came home from a long deployment, three months to be exact. Everything was still the same. The house was still spotless yet little crafts or trinkets decorate everything but the ceiling, and his precious bird was still as radiant as ever. The only thing he noticed was you wanted to change your wardrobe slightly. You usual clothing was...modest to say the least. Who are we kidding? You never beat the librarian allegations even if you tried. But this was different, you wanted to wear sleeveless tops. Nothing wrong with that, if anything Price encouraged it. That was until you said he couldn't tag along on your shopping spree.

So there he was, slumped on the couch waiting to hear your car enter the driveway. When you did make it home Price came alive like an eager puppy. He watched you haul your bags into the house.

"Care for a fashion show love?" You asked playfully.

"Don't gotta ask me twice lovie. Go on and get started." Price laughed as he took a seat back on the couch with a new attitude.

You started off with the simple things. A couple new skirts, some colored jeans, and a few new shirts for the fall. It felt like you were teasing the poor man. He wanted to see you in the tops you talked about getting for the past week.

"Don't tell me you backed off getting those shirts you oh so wanted to get all week." Price shouted down the hall.

"Trust me darling, I didn't." Was all you replied with.

He soon heard the bedroom door open and your light footsteps down the hall. Once you came into view Price froze and narrowed in on your right arm. He noticed something that was never there before...a tattoo.

It was small, but very noticable. Just a simple little tattoo. For all Price knew you never wanted nor liked tattoos. Yet here you are, showing it off in all its glory to him.

"Umm, love? Earth to John? You there baby?" You questioned, noticing his daze.

He finally snapped back to the moment.

"Huh? Yeah what is it love? Just admiring the little artwork there on your arm;" he paused, "When did you get that?"

You look down at your tattoo with a smile.

"What? This? Oh I got this while you were deployed. Been wanting it for years." You explained casually.

Years? How did he not know? He never asked and you never brought it up, so why now?

Before Price could even speak up you continued.

"I figured I'd finally get it because I'm not going to be young forever. I might as well have a little fun and be adventurous."

Price sat in a state of awe.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted one? I would've went with you, held your hand, hell I would've gotten one with you." He said.

You laughed a little and looked away, "I just didn't think you'd like me getfing a tattoo. You always tell me how precious I am. How fragile I am in your hands. I just felt like a tattoo would ruin what you'd think of me."

Price lifted your chin to look at him directly.

"Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to ruin how I see you. You're still precious to me, perfect even. You just got something that makes you look even more vibrant than before."

You smiled at him as you leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and passionate. The kind that made time stop. The kind that took your breath away. The kind that made it impossible to stop once your lips collided with each other.

That night you both lay intertwined with one another.

"You know, we could get matching tattoos. What do you say?" Price whispered in the dark.

"John, it's late. Get some rest love." You reply sleepily.

"Come on. It wouldn't be so bad. How about little matching bucket hat tattoos?" He rambled.

"John, I will smother you with a pillow if you don't hush and get some sleep." You whisper yell.

"Alright. Whatever you say love. Goodnight beautiful." He said as he pulled you closer to him.

Price felt like this was the beginning of something he couldn't be more excited for.

[joelsdreamer]

One last breath

Dbf!joel x fem!reader

- Reader is in their 20s, Joel is 52, no specified weight or race. (The reader is afab.)

Summary: Back at your dad’s trailer for a long, quiet summer, you meet Joel—divorced, distant, and living two doors down with tired eyes and a past he doesn’t talk about. The nights are slow, the air is thick, and somehow, without meaning to, you start finding each other in the quiet.

A/n- been contemplating posting this 🙏

Part One: Static

Your dad’s trailer hasn’t changed. 

 Still the same rusted tin siding, still that dent in the front step from when you tripped on your bike at age nine. Inside, the AC rattles like it’s fighting for its life, and the air smells like stale beer, Pine-Sol, and the faint trace of motor oil. 

You drop your duffel in your old room. There’s still a crooked poster of a band you haven’t listened to in years, curling at the corners. Still the dusty bookshelf with two Goosebumps paperbacks and a cracked snow globe from Dollywood. You sit on the edge of the bed and breathe in slowly. 

It’s strange being back. Like slipping into clothes that almost fit. 

“Hungry?” your dad asks from the kitchen. 

 You glance at the clock. 3:17 p.m. “Not really.” 

 “Suit yourself,” he says, cracking open a can of chili like it's a gourmet meal. 

He’s not a bad dad. Just… weathered. Like the rest of this town. Like the porch swing out front that groans every time someone sits down. 

You step outside instead. The air is thick and lazy, and the sun is high and merciless. The dirt lot is quiet except for the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional dog bark from a few trailers down. 

That’s when you see him. 

You don’t know he’s him yet—Joel. 

 You just see a man two trailers down, fiddling with something under the hood of an old truck. He’s wearing a faded t-shirt, sleeves pushed up, grease on his hands and forearms. His posture is tired in that way men get when they’ve been carrying too much for too long. 

Your dad wanders out, beer in hand. “That’s Joel,” he says like you asked. “Moved in a few months ago. Been helping me out at the shop. Handy with just about everything. Keeps to himself.” 

You squint across the way. Joel stands up, wipes his hands on a rag, doesn’t look your way. 

“Divorced?” you ask, tone light. 

 Your dad side-eyes you. “That obvious, huh?” 

 You shrug. “Has the look.” 

You don’t talk to him that day. You just watch. He disappears inside his trailer not long after. 

But something about him lingers. 

The days melt into each other like the heat—slow and sticky. Your dad works most mornings, leaving you with a fridge of lunch meat, expired eggs, and half a loaf of white bread. You spend the afternoons out back, feet dipped in a sun-warmed kiddie pool that’s definitely seen better summers, reading half a page at a time before zoning out and just staring at the sky. 

You see Joel often. Never up close. 

 He walks his trash out at the same time every evening, like clockwork. He fixes things. Always something—his trailer door, a sagging gutter, the radio in his truck. He doesn’t notice you watching. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t say anything. 

One night your dad invites him over for dinner. You’re elbow-deep in boxed mac & cheese when the knock comes. 

 You hear them exchange greetings—Joel’s voice is deeper than you expected, with that Texas lilt that sounds like the edge of a drawl. 

And then you see him. 

He’s taller than he looked from afar. Broader, too. The kind of broad that comes from doing hard things, not lifting weights at a gym. His beard is scruffier than clean, his eyes dark, tired. 

“Hey,” he says when your dad gestures toward you. 

 You nod. “Hi.” 

 That’s it. 

You make yourself scarce after dinner. Sit out on the front steps while they talk about engine belts and the parts order that never came in. The sky is pink with heat and dusk. Joel’s laugh, rare and low, drifts out behind you. 

You don’t officially meet him until the power goes out. 

It’s late—maybe close to midnight. You’re lying on top of your sheets, sweat sticking to your spine, when everything goes black. The fan dies, the AC gives up with a whine, and the trailer goes still. 

You step outside barefoot, the screen door creaking loud in the silence. 

The trailer park is dipped in that kind of darkness that feels sacred. Moonlight and heat lightning off in the distance. You spot a soft glow a few trailers down—Joel, sitting on his steps with a flashlight lantern, cigarette between his fingers. 

He sees you. Nods toward the empty spot next to him. Doesn’t say anything. 

You walk over. Slowly. 

 You don’t know why you go. 

 Maybe because the dark feels too big to sit in alone. 

 Maybe because you’re tired of trying to ignore him. 

He passes you the lantern. You cradle it in your lap like it’s precious. 

“Don’t like storms?” he asks, voice soft. 

 You shake your head. “Don’t like the quiet afterward.” 

 He hums. “Sometimes that’s the worst part.” 

You sit together for a long time, neither of you speaking. 

His knee brushes yours. You don’t move. 

 He doesn’t either. 

“Your dad says you’re just here for the summer,” he says eventually. 

 You nod. “Needed a reset.” 

 “Yeah,” he says, exhaling smoke. “I know how that goes.” 

He doesn’t offer more than that, and you don’t press. 

 But something clicks quietly into place. 

Not closeness. Not yet. 

 Just recognition. 

Like maybe you’re both just trying to find a version of yourself you haven’t met yet. 

 And maybe it’s okay if you take your time. 

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thoughts on episode 19

i can't believe alan's gonna have such a fun trip with his friends and nothing bad will happen at all :) this is so fun :)

twelve hours late but i'm now at work, got my coffee, let's get this episode GOING

spoilers for episode 19

sho's card looks so good ugh i love him

no FUCKING way this is how the episode starts im gonna fucking die!! this is so so funny THE BREAD IN MOUTH PLEASE my girl looks so good 😭 did we get isekaid????

SHO LOOKS SO GOOOOOOOOOOD im swooning already and im thirty seconds in yall pray for me

why are there so many motorcycles at this school hello. the idea of a delinquent school is so funny im gonna be dying this whole time

oh his motorcycle is the biggest huh? i guess size does matter. orange looks good on alan. love you baby

this classroom is about as messy as the cathedral she lives in she's gonna feel right at home here huh

I SAID JUMP SON this episode is so funny already im having a blast

leo is killing me "we dont fucking go here" PLEASE lycas flashback of him being in that fucking cage is so funny free my boy!! its really sweet that every ghoul got one though :) jin's was the leg thing im dying

dante's lines about having to be kept above sea level and at the bottom of the ocean HAVE to be lead ins for the next mission. also i would like to go ahead and point out that not only have we had proof anomalies can trap people in a time/place to be repeated (the imperial auction) we now have another anomaly that can alter memories. IM JUST SAYING!! IM JUST SAYINGGGG

dude luca's reaction to finding out he's a humanoid anomaly was basically mine. fuck the institute dude. i mean like yes these people can be dangerous theres nuance blah blah. but the way this is shaping up to be a "we lock up anyone thats different" kind of story just keeps happening. viva la revolucion

"an eye for an eye, an anomaly for an anomaly" HELLO???? no way he just glazed over that. either way im stoked we actually get to sit in on class for once this is so interesting. also the ultio info!!! gonna have to dissect that later

omg wait jin suggested she pick up an extra class to learn more about her curse :') chimi stop that stop falling for jin

A WEEK SINCE SKY KING okay okay so we got a month and three weeks alright alright alright alright i thought they'd probably do something like this. luca standing up for us is so cute 😭 UNITING THE GHOULS ugh i love mc so much dude

leo can you send me that pic of alan's arm? no reason. asking for a friend.

DONT PUSS OUT give the localizers a raise

kiriyamas kinda hot. can we get him to transfer to darkwick?

i have this crazy reaching theory about sho and leo's pacts being connected and if i get any sort of confirmation of that today i'm about to be so unreasonable. interesting that they only went to middle school together though. did sho end up going somewhere else (because of hyde??) or did leo drop out maybe? hmmmm

alan's real superpower is making people nicer. look at him making these gang kids use the word please. i love him so much dude. also i was totally right in my chart post, him and sho should have both been in the either way category

can we just take a moment to appreciate that from the perspective of the other guys, this new kid shows up at your school, makes your gang leader be nice, and then all of a sudden CATCHES A MOTORCYCLE CHARGING HIM WITH HIS BARE HANDS????? alan the man you are...

tohma cameo!! TOHMA YURI?????? I ACTUALLY JUST GASPED OUT LOUD!!! ME TIPNINGNEKALA

I cant even type write im fucking screaming at my desk. mentioning jin in front of him??? (third year roundtable sounds cool af) not tohma being lowkey proud of him 😭😭😭😭 oh i cant stand this. im unwell!!! how am i exPECTED TO WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS

having the option to claim sho is your boyfriend is crazy. when are they going to refile this game as an otome game smh. ALSO THE TATTOO HAHAHAHA

idk why but i fully expected sho to set up shop in the school store and start cooking

MC IS MAKING FRIENDS LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO also sho implying he likes our look im gonna scream. i might as well make a current rankings for who i think is into mc and just update it every chapter at this point. sho i love you bb ugh. lore drop about his fam is interesting. him and hyde from a new money family at a tech startup. anomalous tech maybe? that gave them the connection to the institute? perchance? mayhaps?

also super unrelated but just looked through a few sites and iolite (how they described sho's eyes) is a gem that's related to spiritual awakenings lmao

ALAN WISHED TO KILL DANTE???? oh wait maybe he just. wished to be strong enough to kill him. hm.

oh hes a dilf im sold im done for its over alan you've got a new stepdad now

also young alan's shirt just saying band is so funny to me

why does dante look like a specter or some shit hello? you good dude? someone check if he's anemic

HE WISHED TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED oh my god oh my god oh my god we finallt have a confirmation of a wish I AM LOSING IT ALAN BABY PLEASE. "alan started working out as soon as the conversation was over" god i love him. he picks up rocks that weigh 650 pounds with one hand. LOVE HIM

luca always makes me want to cry dude, he's so good. but a large scale break out of anomalies? this is so wild. i have guesses but i'm too locked in to this story rn

NOT A HARD CUT

IS THIS THE START?????

im gonna throw up i cant i cant i cant

this is actually such an insane twist i cant even form a coherent thought right now my mind is going a thousand miles an hour

i think im going to pass out the end of this episode was such a fucking whirlwind

okay okay okay let me get my thoughts in order

FIRST OF ALL i think this is absolute proof that a timeloop would be possible to be instigated within darkwicks control and i dont even care if im biased like that. HOWEVER. i almost think its the ghouls who started it now!! with vaga and sinostra both going rogue and with the crazy powerful anomalies at their disposal (a mermaid, a local god, yoshitako or whatever) then it's entirely possible

SECOND OF ALL the apocalypse is coming i guess!!!! i think the chancellor might have been showing ed a pic of the kyklos at large, which if its still escaped and can infect people just by looking at them, then yeah dude the end of the world is coming!

oh my god this whole episode was so insane i cant get over this. updated my anomalies post and fell more in love with sho and even LEO is trying to help us!!! MC IS UNITING THE GHOULS IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND THEYRE ALL WORKING TOGETHER

DOES THIS MEAN WE GET A THIRD YEAR INTERHOUSE MISSION??? DO I ACTUALLY GET TO SEE TAIGA AND JIN INTERACT??? i cant even think real thoughts right now im going to have to do a follow up post on this whole thing once i calm down

tldr: i love you sho

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Can I request GN! Reader having this MASSIVE crush on Okuyasu and everyone is feeling second hand embarrassment bc its ONLY Okuyasu the one that does not notice??? Ty!!! (Bonus if Okuyasu thinks GN! Reader has a crush on Josuke and that's why they are always hanging around them)

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Hello sugar! So sorry for the late reply, I hope you enjoy, this was quite rushed but I feel bad for not being active so I wanted to give you all something <3

Reader crushing on clueless okuyasu

Josuke could barely keep his composure as he watched you, once again, fumble through yet another painfully obvious attempt at flirting with Okuyasu. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion… agonizing yet impossible to look away from.

“Wow, Oku, you’re looking really good today,” you said, leaning in slightly, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

Okuyasu, who was mid bite into his sandwich, barely spared you a glance. “Huh? Oh, thanks! I finally cleaned my jacket, so I guess it looks fresher.” He grinned, completely oblivious to the dreamy way you were staring at him. “You should wash yours too; might help.”

Josuke physically recoiled. Koichi, standing next to him, buried his face in his hands.

“Damn it,” Josuke muttered under his breath.

Koichi peeked up, shaking his head. “I can’t watch this anymore, Josuke. It’s painful.”

“I know, man. I know.”

For weeks—no, months—you had been making it painfully obvious that you were crushing hard on Okuyasu. You laughed at all his jokes (even the bad ones). You complimented him every chance you got. You always sat next to him, found excuses to hang around, even went out of your way to bring him his favorite snacks.

But the biggest problem? Okuyasu absolutely did not get it.

Even worse—he had somehow convinced himself that all your efforts, all your attention, all your adoring gazes were actually directed at Josuke.

“Man, Josuke, I gotta say,” Okuyasu said one day while you were off getting drinks for everyone, “I think they have a huge thing for you.”

Josuke choked on his own spit. “WHAT?!”

Koichi nearly dropped his books.

“Yeah, think about it, bro! They’re always hanging around us, they always laugh at your jokes—even the ones that aren’t funny.”

“They laugh at your jokes too, you idiot!” Josuke argued, exasperated.

“Nah, but, like, they really look at you all dreamy and stuff,” Okuyasu said, completely confident in his incorrect deduction. “Like, just the other day, they were staring at you while you were fixing your hair in the mirror. I swear they had heart eyes, bro.”

Josuke pinched the bridge of his nose. “OKUYASU. THEY WERE LOOKING AT YOU.”

Koichi nodded in agreement. “Seriously, I don’t know how you’re not seeing it.”

“Yeah, okay,” Okuyasu scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Next you’re gonna tell me that all those times they brought me snacks, they were actually flirting.”

Josuke and Koichi shared a long, pained look.

It all came to a head one afternoon when you decided, screw it, I’m making my feelings KNOWN.

You, Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi were all hanging out at the café. You had spent the past twenty minutes hyping yourself up internally, determined to finally break through Okuyasu’s wall of obliviousness.

“Okay, Oku,” you started, leaning forward slightly with a small smirk. “I have a very serious question for you.”

Okuyasu blinked. “Yeah?”

Josuke and Koichi exchanged a knowing look.

You took a deep breath. “If I asked you out on a date, would you say yes?”

Koichi gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Josuke had to restrain himself from physically shaking Okuyasu.

Okuyasu, meanwhile, stared at you for a long moment. Then, his face broke into a wide, completely unbothered grin.

“Oh!! You’re so funny! That’s a good one.” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Man, if you actually meant that, I’d probably die of shock”

Silence.

The world itself seemed to pause.

Josuke looked like he was about to explode. Koichi had buried his face in his arms, muffling a pained groan.

You, meanwhile, simply sat there, frozen in place. You weren’t sure whether to cry, scream, or just accept your fate as the most tragic fool in Morioh.

Josuke couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his hands on the table, making everyone jump. “OKUYASU.”

“Huh? What’s up, bro?”

Josuke jabbed a finger toward you. “They LIKE YOU. YOU. Not me. YOU.”

Okuyasu blinked. “Wait, what?”

Koichi lifted his head just enough to stare at him in disbelief. “Okuyasu. You can’t be serious.”

Okuyasu looked back and forth between the three of you, utterly confused. “Wait, wait, wait. Are you guys saying…” He turned to you, wide-eyed. “You actually like me? Like, like like?”

You inhaled sharply through your nose. “YES, OKUYASU.”

Okuyasu sat there, processing. Then, slowly, he grinned.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, wow! That makes so much sense now!” He scratched the back of his head, laughing sheepishly. “Damn, I really thought you liked Josuke!”

Josuke let out a noise that sounded half like a strangled scream and half like a wheeze.

Koichi looked ready to drop dead from secondhand embarrassment.

You, meanwhile, simply buried your face in your hands.

Okuyasu, however, was still laughing to himself. “Wow, lol, this is actually kinda cool! You liking me, I mean.” He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment before grinning widely at you. “Wanna go out sometime, then?”

You peeked up from between your fingers, exhausted. “…Yes, Okuyasu.”

“Sweet! Oh, man, this is gonna be awesome!”

Josuke groaned, slumping forward onto the table. “I hate you so much, dude.”

Koichi let out a long, suffering sigh.

But despite everything, despite the frustration, the sheer agony of watching this whole thing unfold…

You couldn’t help but smile. Okuyasu finally got it. And honestly? That was all that mattered.

I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry for the late reply

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here for you | peter parker

・❥・ summary: after getting kicked out, peter comes to the rescue like always ・❥・word count: 1.1k ・❥・warnings: n/a ・❥・ authors note: this is my first time writing for my beloved peter parker!! its also the first time ive wrote anything in like a month. this was a request from this list. feel free to request any!

The rain was falling hard in New York City. It was one of those cold, rainy nights that had most people bustling through the streets with their umbrellas hurrying to get home. Unfortunately, you were one of those people. The heavy thud of the raindrops falling on your umbrella and the usual sound of the busy New York traffic were the only things keeping you grounded in that moment. The puddles on the pavement soaked your favourite pair of boots as you aimlessly wandered, suitcase full of belongings trailing along with you as you dragged it across the concrete. This wasn’t how your day was supposed to go. Your original plan had been to sit in front of the fire, cup of cocoa in your hand as you watched Love Actually. Too bad you had forgotten to pay your darn rent. 

Money had been tight lately. Balancing a part time job and university was no easy feat. So much so that you had ended up sacrificing your job for the sake of your mental health. You had thought your savings would be enough until you had a better grip on things to find another job but you were wrong. The well had run dry and after another missed rent payment, your landlord had kicked you out. 

When it rained, it definitely poured.

As you stepped into a particularly deep puddle, the familiar sound of a ‘thwip’ sounded above you. Craning your neck up, you spotted none other than the famous Spider-Man perched on a lamppost, head tilted as he looked at you almost like he was examining you. The corners of your lips almost tugged up into a smile as you imagined the concern in his eyes under that mask. Peter Parker had shared his secret with you almost the day he’d found out himself. You were his best friend after all – the two of you told each other everything. The eyes on his mask widened in questioning.

“Got kicked out,” you shrugged. Saying it out loud made it feel all the more real. Not that walking through the streets with everything you owned in a suitcase didn’t.

After checking to make sure nobody was around to hear, Peter spoke. “Meet me at my place. Gotta take care of something first.”

With that, he swung away no doubt on his way to tackle some crime. At least in a city like New York, Spider-Man was never short of something nefarious to keep him occupied. The whole city was like a hub for superheroes and criminals at this point. It was so much so that you were almost desensitised to it. Maybe that had something to do with the fact your best friend was one of those superheroes. Your feet carried you to Peter’s apartment, knocking on the door when you approached. No answer. He must still be out. A sigh passed your lips as you sat on the floor, back against the wall, legs stretched out in front of you as you waited for that nerdy, cute friend of yours to arrive. The raindrops from your jacket were dripping on the floor. Huh, you hadn’t realised it had been raining that hard. Probably too lost in your own thoughts. 

It was ten minutes later when the door to the apartment opened – Peter must have swung in through his window. The pros of being Spider-Man meant you didn’t have to deal with such meander things as walking. Sometimes you wished that spider had bit you so you could swing your way through the city without a care. His mask was in his hand as you stepped through the threshold, the door shutting behind you. His big, brown eyes looking at you with concern.

“I know you have questions and I’ll answer but I really need to get out of these wet clothes right now,” you cringed as you pulled your jacket off, your jeans sticking to your legs.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, sure, sure. You can… use the bathroom. You know where it is,” Peter nodded, his cheeks tinting pink at the mere thought of you getting changed in his apartment. He knew he shouldn’t have thoughts like that but he couldn’t help himself. Throughout the years Peter had somewhat started to develop feelings for you. It was something he beat himself up about every single day because there was no way you felt the same way for him. Why would you? You were incredible and he was… him. No, Peter would always keep this secret to himself. There was no way he was ever going to lose you so if it only meant friendship then he’d take it.

“You should have told me you were struggling to pay rent!” Peter exclaimed. Once both of you had gotten changed, you’d situated yourselves on Peter’s couch, a blanket thrown over the two of you as you filled him in on your situation.

“Peter, no offence but you can barely afford to pay your own rent let alone help me.”

“I would’ve found a way.”

A smile lit up your face, hand reaching out to give his a squeeze. “I know and I am so lucky to have someone like you looking out for me like that but I could never ask that of you.”

Peter’s eyes glanced down at your hand atop his, barely containing how sweaty his palm was starting to feel at your simple touch. He was down bad. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed down a gulp, shaking his head. “You know I’m always going to be there for you, right? Always. No matter what happens. I would do anything and everything in this world to help you and protect you. There’s nothing more precious to me than you.”

His words hit you straight in the feelings, your heart beating a mile a minute like it was about to burst out of your chest. The sincere look in his eyes, the way he always seemed to make you his number one priority – there was nobody who looked after you as fiercely as Peter did. Despite everything he’d been through with his family and losing Gwen, he had never let you down. The second your eyes met his it was like the whole world had stopped still. Your breath hitched, caught in your throat as Peter’s delicate fingers reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your cheek, the gesture making your stomach do flips.

“Stay here with me…. for as long as you want,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” you leaned into his touch. The moment lingering between you, neither wanting it to end. There would be many, many more moments just like this one – you just didn’t know it yet.

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Ford x Fem!Reader

Math Assistant Pt.3

Summary: Ford needs himself an assistant, Stanley makes an online post for him and BOOM there you are. Warnings: Age gap... but that's what you're here for me thinks A/N: Wanted to get this up before I leave for vacation, still serving nothing sandwiches but HEY were getting somewhere huh? I need that six fingered freak dude, like... it's so bad that I had to bring it up in therapy. Tags <3: @potato-painter

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Her car followed behind the red El Diablo that had picked Stanford up from the diner as she was returning to her car. She saw another older man in the driver seat who she assumed must have been the twin brother Stanford mentioned. She didn't get a good look at the driver before she got inside her own car, the late spring sun making its descent over the looming trees turning the sky a deep orange. Had she and Stanford really been talking for that long? The shining red car turned out of the diner parking lot, and y/n followed suit, rolling down her windows and turning up the volume to the music she had been listening to on the long drive to this desolate town. Before leaving the diner together, Stanford had told her to just follow in his car and he would lead them to where she would be spending the next few months. 

Bumping her head along to the music as she drove down the two lane road, her mind began to wonder what her time here in Gravity Falls would look like. She had always been in the lab or classroom working on ever growing math equations for most of her adult life, but she always felt a deep connection to nature, specifically Oregon’s natural woods. Since moving here to complete her schooling she loved the natural aura these woods produced, and now here she was, completely surrounded with the strong trees, she couldn't have felt more at peace. The completion of her master’s was long and grueling work that kept her away from exploring the woods, and being a thirty year old completing another degree, there was not much time for camping. Y/n had a tendency to become completely involved with her work very quickly, locking herself in the apartment she was renting near campus for days without anybody seeing her (not unlike someone else we know).  

The El Diablo turned onto a dirt road into the woods, the lights from the main road fell behind them as they continued their way into the ever growing dark forest. The two pairs of headlights were the only lumination on the long road, and the lights highlighted the seemingly eerie pointed signs nailed to the trees along the road with large question marks hand painted over them. She couldn't help but take in the amount of trees that were covered in these signs, she suddenly felt very nervous about the situation the car was lurching towards. She still had no idea what to expect, even with the long conversation Stanford and her had just been having, and arriving while it was quickly turning dark might not have been the best idea for her nerves. She breathed in through her nose, and out of her mouth to attempt to drown the anxiety brewing in the pit of her stomach as they pulled up to a lone… shack? Cabin? Store? The lights around the establishment lit the area up better for her to read the sign on the side of the building: “Mystery (S) hack”. The ‘S’ of the sign had fallen on the side of the roof; she noticed it now read ‘Mystery Hack’ and smiled a little, as the two cars pulled closer to the side of the house to park. They certainly weren't wrong about having a parking lot in front of their… home? She was certainly confused and was in thought about what she was getting herself into as she turned the car off, rolled up the windows, and began to grab any loose items to put in her purse. 

A loud abrupt knock on the window caused her to gasp and jump in the driver's seat, turning to see what monster had scared her while she was so deep in thought. Her eyes met with Stanford’s… no someone who looked similar but different in the setting sun’s light. His frame was slightly bigger at the almost the same height Stanford is, but he was wearing a shirt that had a few buttons undone from the top revealing his broad and hairy chest; he had similar glasses to Ford as well. He was flashing her a toothy grin before speaking “Well are y’gonna come out and take a tour or what?” She just stared at him, her face flushed from the scare and her mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish from water. The man laughed at her, loud and heartily, before she could hear Stanford say slightly muffled from the windows “Stanley get away from her car please.” The man took a few paces back from the window, while holding his hands up in defense, chuckling still with a smile “I wasn’t even doing anything!” 

Her heart was still racing; she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car into the dirt parking lot, feeling towered over by Stanford's twins’ stance. She smiled past her nerves and offered her hand, “Hi there, Im Y/n, you must be Stanford’s twin he mentioned”

He gave her a smirk and an eyebrow quirk at that before grabbing her hand in his large calloused one, shaking it he introduced himself as Stanley. His broad hand had completely engulfed hers as he spoke, “He was talking about me huh? Were you excited to meet me or something, doll?” Before she could stutter out a response, feeling her face heat up at the pet name he casually called her, Stanley looked at his brother who was walking towards them “Stanford? You really were trying to seem as serious as you can point-dexter, you should probably try to loosen up a bit with your new assistant.” 

Ford rolled his eyes at his brother as he stood to the side of them, she turned to see him stand beside them with a casual smirk on his face at his brother’s antics. “A cute look on him”, the thought flashed in her mind and she dismissed it as quickly as it came. This was her new boss, that she was going to be living with and working with! She reprimanded herself silently for thinking such thoughts all while still looking at him, still she couldn't stop even when Stanford began speaking, her eyes darting to his lips as they moved.

“I was attempting to maintain professionalism with my new assistant, some of us have to maintain a sense of decorum.” Ford looked at Y/n, he didn’t want her to feel like she was not welcomed from their brotherly bantering, but she was already staring up at him from her stance. “You can also call me Ford if you’d like, I do know we will be spending a lot of time together over the next few months.” She nodded at that and looked between the two brothers. She couldn't help but think they were handsome when the two of them were towering over her like this,  laughing and bantering with each other. Stanley snorted in response to Ford, before she could speak. 

“Ha! Decorum, that's just your fancy word for being stuck up, if you loosen up a bit Y/n might actually take a liking to you.” Stanley jabbed Ford with his elbow in his ribs as he said it and turned to her while looking her up and down now, and she felt like she was put in the hot seat from his gaze raking up and down her body as she leaned against the door to her car. Her face was still slightly red from the last comment he had made, but she didn't falter as she regained some composure. She said nonchalantly to Ford’s twin, “I would love to take that tour if you're still offering, I just have to grab some of my things.”She smirked back at Stanley’s gaze on hers as she turned to walk towards the trunk of her car, popping it open with her keys. She pulled out two large suitcases that looked like they were about ready to burst open, the two men looked towards her things and then waved her towards the shack not mentioning the state her luggage was in.

The trio walked up the steps of the porch as Y/n and Stanley locked their cars almost in unison, they looked at each other and laughed together at the uniform way the cars beeped together. Ford turned over his shoulder and saw Y/n’s beautiful laugh ring out as she looked at Stanley, he couldn't help but feel something pang deep in his chest but he continued onward toward the door ignoring the feeling before she could notice his glance back. They entered the house (shack? cabin? showroom??) and she marveled at all of the large displays that stared right back at her. She was even more confused as they shut the door behind her and flicked the lights on, detailing the displays that were previously shrouded with darkness. As she set her things down by the front door, the large sasquatch model parked in the corner immediately caught her eye and noticed the sign that pointed conveniently between the model sasquatch’s legs and read “Sas-crotch”. She huffed a laugh before looking at Ford, “Does this happen to be the lucrative project we're working on?” gesturing towards the sas-crotch with a grin. 

Ford’s cheeks started to burn a bit at his new assistant’s teasing question, feeling more embarrassed at how his home had now been turned into a tourist trap. He rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly before starting, “Ah yes, that is part of Stanley’s… exhibits he curates for tourists to come visit during the day. This room and two others are the only rooms where people could be walking through, and it’s separated from the rest of the house. Let me show you to your room.” He walked through the back door of the showroom as she lugged her two heavy suitcases through the room and down the hallway they entered. Stanley stayed behind, muttering something under his breath about not including him on the tour and making fun of his work. Even though she admired all of the strange things in the front room as they walked through, she marveled at the assortment of displays. They continued farther into the house, it became more evident that she was walking into a home as the freaky displays were left in the front showroom. Down the hall now, pictures hung on the wall of family members and the two brother’s, she quickly passed them following Ford, but made a note to look further into them later following Ford as he continued down the hall. 

He had led her into the kitchen, and Ford had made a point in his mind beforehand to make sure to show her where the coffee machine was. He couldn't help but note that she drank just about as much coffee as him (if not more), and he also made an additional mental note to buy extra coffee grounds the next time they went to the store. “Here is where the fuel is,” Ford said while tapping the top of the coffee maker with his palm. She giggled a little, nodding in agreement “Glad you showed me the night before we begin our work, I might have needed to run to that diner for coffee.” He smiled at her and continued on their small tour of the house, she was still awkwardly rolling the luggage through all parts of the house. 

The pair continued down another hall and up a small flight of stairs until they were stopped in front of a door, he pushed it open and what revealed was a storage closet with a deflated air mattress in one corner. The room couldn’t have been more than eight feet across, and in the opposite corner of the small bed was a desk and chair. The chair contained some folded sheets, blankets, and towels, but otherwise the room looked like nobody had been in it for a long time. There was one window above the bed that was paneled with various geometric shapes, the light in the room showed some light cobwebs in the corners. As Y/n entered the room with her luggage, Ford moved in the hall flicking on more lights in the house letting her get settled in the small room. 

“The bathroom is just across the hall for when you need it, whenever you're settled in tomorrow I can show you more of the house and where we will be working.” Ford approached, leaning on the open door frame of the storage closet/bedroom looking at the way she was taking in the room, and beginning to open up the too-filled luggage. As she knelt in front of the two suitcases on the floor unzipping them she said “I appreciate that, I always forget how tired driving makes me and this town really is in the middle of nowhere.” Y/n turned her head and looked up at Ford with a smile, taking in the sight before her. His hair seemed run through with his hands and his turtle neck sleeves were bunched up around his elbows showing off his broad forearms. She was trying her best not to ogle him, but he wasn’t responding to her statement and just looking right back at her. Their gazes met each other for a few seconds, both just staring at each other through the silence, before Ford realized it was his turn to speak. He cleared his throat as his cheeks dusted pink and brought his hand behind his neck to rub it again, “Y-yes, I’m sure you're tired after a long day today, we'll meet together tomorrow to get started on everything” He turned to walk down the stairs before Y/n gave a half shouted “Wait!”. He stopped and walked the two paces back to the door, where Y/n was standing now in the room. 

“T-thank you Ford, I appreciate you getting me set up here and showing me around, especially that coffee machine.” She suddenly felt a little awkward stopping him just so she could stutter out a thanks, her face grew warm and the pit of her stomach seemed to fill her nerves with anxiety. Ford looked at Y/n again, drinking in her beauty as she was standing there thanking him. He could barely register her words before he smiled again at her, taking one last discreet view of her full body since she was now standing, he nodded. “Of course, I’m hoping we'll be able to make further progress than I have made, now with your help.” At that, he walked from the doorway feeling his sweaty hands finally begin to make their way to just being clammy, once he was half way down the stairs away from her. Once she was left in the room alone with Ford’s footsteps thudding down the stairs towards the kitchen, she let out a breath of air she didn’t realize she had been holding. Turning back to continue unpacking a little bit, grabbing some items for a shower she desperately needed to clear her impure thoughts of the man that just stood in her doorway. 

Downstairs, Ford was deep in thought on why his body was reacting this way as he headed back to the kitchen, leaving Y/n to finish getting settled for the night. He understood that yes, his assistant just so happened to be absolutely stunning, but what he couldn’t understand is that although the interview had opened her up a bit more to him, how could he still be nervous at this point? The two of them had shared several hours together at the diner talking about work and studies, they both had many similar interests and passions for learning and he felt that she was almost too perfect for this situation. As his mind fell deeper and deeper into overthinking the whole situation at hand, Stanley walked into the kitchen to see Ford braced over the counter, his six fingered hands gripping onto the lip of the counter as if it was the only thing tethering him to reality. Stanley cleared his throat and Ford jumped slightly before turning around to face his brother, his mind previously occupied with thoughts of his new assistant. Ford’s face was a bit flushed as he looked at Stan full on now either from his thoughts previously or because Stan had now scared two different scientists within the same day. 

Stanley immediately noticed the flush spread on Ford’s nose and cheeks, if he had no context of what had been happening he would have figured he just scared his twin. Alas, Stanley knew better than to assume he was flustered because he walked into the kitchen and scared him a bit, he knew that something had just happened while the two were touring the house. The shower upstairs distantly turned on, letting both men in the kitchen know you were now completely out of earshot, a shit eating grin pulled on Stan’s lips. Ford preemptively shook his head in disagreement before Stan had even begun speaking, which caused Stan to laugh. 

“I knew I shoulda’ kept her resume from you” He laughed again looking at Ford’s now raised eyebrows at his claim, before continuing, “What? I figured you would be able to maintain, hm, what word did you use earlier? ‘Decorum’ what a load of shit, have you seen her? What happened up there to make you turn this red?”. It had been a long time since Stanley had seen his brother flustered at all, let alone because of an attractive person. That last thought to himself left him feeling a twinge of sadness in his chest. His brother had been gone for so long and had barely had any time to experience a meaningful romantic relationship, at least that he was aware of. Not that Stan wasn't checking out the new assistant earlier by the cars, and he may have been a little charmed at their unison car locking. However Stan wasn't stupid, he had certainly noticed the glances Y/n stole from his twin in the short time the three of them were together. She would look at his jaw or his hands for just a second too long, a second too long for Stan to notice the little hints before Y/n and Ford left to tour the rest of the house without him. 

“Absolutely nothing happened Stanley, I showed Y/n to her room and that was it. She mentioned that she was tired, so I politely took my leave. I am not sure what you are insinuating here Stanley, but whatever it is, it isn’t happening.” Ford’s poker face regarding his heart, definitely needed work, his blush deepened in his cheeks and his eyes couldn’t meet his twins’. Ford seemed to look at anything in the kitchen other than his brother’s incredulous stare, he began organizing the pile of papers on the kitchen table as he almost waited for Stan’s rebuttal. 

Stanley almost laughed at Ford’s feeble attempts at playing stupid, but he figured he wouldn’t pry on Ford especially with how he looked when he walked into the kitchen, as if he was in the middle of solving the world’s hardest equation. “If you wanna leave it at that, then I won’t make you talk” Stanley turned to leave Ford once again, figuring it was time to hit the hay anyways. He mumbled a goodnight to Ford before heading towards his own room, Ford could barely share the same pleasantries before registering Stanley had in fact not broached further on the subject of his new assistant. Ford was quickly left alone with his thoughts again in the empty kitchen, hearing the water trickle in the distant shower upstairs reminding him once again of the time that was yet to be spent together in the lab. 

He stood in the kitchen for a moment thinking over how Stanley had entirely dropped the teasing conversation, and frankly, it seemed like Stanley knew what he was doing by deliberately not asking. Ford groaned at the thought, bringing his hand up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose under his glasses in slight annoyance. He realized it wasn't far out from when everyone typically goes to bed, so he began to head for the basement when he stopped in his tracks when the distant running water stopped in the shower upstairs. Ford’s mind raced for a moment, running through the different courses of action. Should he head upstairs to make sure that you are all settled for the night, or should he continue to the basement for the night letting her get settled in by herself? He was almost paralyzed in thought as his heart continued to beat faster than before in his chest. 

Ford made his decision as he heard the bathroom door distantly open, as he pulled the vending machine door into its hinges and shut it closed behind him. 

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Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

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Thinking about the wedding ask you answered before but what if Grayson proposed to his s/o and his s/o already bought a ring to propose to him as well? Like that would be so cute 😭💕

Hey sorry I'm a little late, in responding, I usually have a couple meetings on Thursday and after human interaction I'm too dead to do anything.

omg your request is so monica and chandler idk why..like that scene she proposes and..yea . Thats a really cute idea.

Dick grayson x reader

Some may consider being friends with your boyfriends ex weird, but barbara and kori were still a part of his teams and they knew what grayson had with you was something special and different. And so you became sort of friends..at least this way you got gossip on grayson. But it was also the reason why you were here, In a jewellery store. looking through wedding bands.

"And then he kept crying "take me to y/n" " laughed kori telling the story of Dick on anesthesia. You laughed back in return"What can I say, the man's a simp". "Yea never really saw him like that you know" replies Kori.

"Like what?" . "Loving someone so much, he was sweet with me, but he never really made effort. I guess I always knew it was a temporary thing. I couldn't even bring up commitment with him, I don't think I even heard him say the word "wedding" the whole time we were together."

"He is a litttle hesitant towards commitment I suppose, its his childhood- all that repressed trauma" you say , trying to cheer her up a little. "But with you it seems like he might even ask you to marry him- though the idea of him asking anyone to marry him sounds crazy"

"Why is that?" you ask

"Dont take me wrong, he loves you but I just cant see him getting down on one knee and -well popping the question"

And so here you are now. Staring at the perfect wedding band set . Was this a little unconventional ..yes. Did you care? Hell no. You knew Dick wanted forever with you. You guys had talked about kids, grandkids, what flowers you want in your wedding. He just wasn't popping the question and if he wasn't going to do it, you would. You understand he has his issues, but he is committed to you, he loves you and you can help him out with this little something.

After that talk with kori you had been monitoring Dick , He did talk a lot about marrying you but never really brought up the actual question. And you didn't want to wait longer. This was the man you wanted to spend forever with..its decided.

So you and dick plan out a perfect date. He was more than excited to make sure everything was perfect- saying he was just excited because you guys haven't had a proper date in while(which is a lie , dick takes you out every week for a fancy date )

But it turns out perfect. By the private beach, a pretty blanket with champagne and food. the sun setting slowly and a chill spring air which makes you sit just a little closer. You take out the ring just as the sun starts setting. Dick looks over perplexed. He looks at the ring, then at you smiling and then ring again. "Dick grayson, I love you. I never thought I'd meet a man like you, I didn't even know they existed. And they don't , you're special to me. You are kind and smart and really hot. There is no one else for me , its just you. Marry me?"

Dick gives the biggest smile, pulls you up onto the sand and get down on his knees before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. "y/n, I guess you beat me to it huh? Ive been carrying this ring for 3 months now waiting for the perfect moment. But every moment with you is perfect, you are perfect for me and you make me want to be the perfect man for you. Ive known that since the first date , I know that right now and I will remember it forever. Will you marry me y/n l/n?"

"First you answer my question" you hiccup, tears welling up in your eyes.

"haha, yes yes I will marry you y/n grayson"

"is this a bad time to mention I don't like your surname"

"We can change it, keep it something you like, like cupcakes..y/n cupcakes" he says tears in his own eyes.

you giggle as you pull him up, sliding the rings onto each others hand and kissing as the sun falls below the ocean's horizon.

[venturesofficialgf]

Hey babes I saw your post! I would love to see Carlos oliveira x transmasc reader :3 if you’re not comfortable doing that then fluff is great!! Don’t forget to drink water and take breaks!!

A/n heyheyhey!!! Yess i dont mind at all! I hope i wrote reader well! Ive never written for a trans man character so if im hoping its as accurate as I can be! It was super fun to write carlos for sure! (Carlos is so fine and sweet) I love that man hes so pretty! AnywaysI hope you enjoy! (Also tyty your so sweet!)

(I really hope this id what you meant 😭)

Warnings: transman!reader x loverboy Carlos! PinV! Cute romantic sex! Reader is on T and had top surgery!

The long game~

You and Carlos had been together for quite a few months now, everything was great! He was sweet, dotting, and loved you eternally but you felt bad. Really really bad. Why?

You hadn't had sex yet.

Most people in Carlos' position would be upset for not "getting some" but he wasnt like that. At all.

Its not like you didnt want to either, of course you did! Those slow and heavy makeouts, leaving your mouth hot and between your legs even hotter... he took his time too...his hands circling your back while calling you his "sweet boy" you couldn't get enough.

The dilemma was, you felt a little insecure of your bottom half.

Your voice was deep and the stubble that grew on your face was there, hell the 2 scars on your chest were doted on the most by Carlos!

But you still have a vagina.

Which Carlos was always saying how he didnt care, always reassuring that you were still very much a man no matter what's packing between your legs, and you loved him for that.

Which is why you were sitting on the couch, feet planted on the floor as your fingers fidgeted with each other, your hair covering your eyes, you made a mental note to trim it a bit, putting the thought on a back burner as you hear keys jingling

You straightened up, the tv on low. Your breath holding in your throat in anticipation as carlos' head popped through, a warm smile spreading on his features almost immediately as he closed the door behind him, locking it in one motion.

He looked a bit rough, hes been at the office this week so his stubble has grown into that of a light beard, sexy. Always so sexy on him..

His boots hit the floor as he slipped out of them, his eyes already on you, that look of pure devotion.

Yeah. You were beyond ready for him.

You patted the spot next to you on the sofa, the soft cushion being crushed under his weight as he did so obediently...huh almost like he was a dog...

He adjusted a bit, turning to you with a slight concern on his face "something the matter?" Your name rolled off his tongue, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded before clearing your throat of any voice cracks, that'd be embarrassing.

"You uh you know how we've been getting more..intimate lately?" Carlos nodded, softly putting his hand on yours reassuringly.

"Well I've been thinking...a lot.. like seriously a lot." You fully turn your body torwards him now, face serious as he gives a soft smile.

"Im ready."

The words slipped out fast, embarrassingly rushed as carlos took your words (and your face if hes being honest) in, his hand squeezed yours lovingly. "And your sure? I only want to do this if your absolutely positive."

You nodded almost immediately and he couldn't help the short laugh that left him. Your free hand roamed up his chest to his shoulders, resting there as your leaned your head against his, your voice softer

"yes. Carlos im sure, I've been thinking about it lately and I really want to take this next step with you"

That was all he needed to know! Next thing that happened was him picking you up like you weighed next to nothing as he carried you to your shared bedroom, softly popping you down on the mattress as you both let out a soft laugh.

He turned the side lamp on, illuminating the space with a soft lighting before his hand cupped your face.

He leaned down, his breath hot over your lips as your hands soaked their way around his neck. You both stared for a moment before you couldn't take it anymore, a sharp inhale was all that was heard before your lips were on his.

His hand roamed, his touch soft and lingering as it made its way up your shirt, feeling you up.

A soft noise left both of your mouths at the feeling of his hand on you, carlos breaking the kiss just to get yours and his shirts off before delving right back in, taking the lead.

His tongue slipped between your lips, hot saliva mixing with yours as he roamed every inch of your mouth, claiming it as if it were his and you loved it.

His hands traced the scars under your nipples, the touch was barely noticeable but you loved it anyways, his hands on your ribs as his thumbs traced the light pink of the skin there.

He leaned back to admire you, your face was flushed and hair sticking wildly against the pillow, and he couldn't help the smirk playing on his lips. Fuck was that hot

Your hands trickled up his stomach, the prominent muscles firm under your fingers as you reached his nipples, your thumbs rubbing soft circles on the buds as he gave a soft relaxed sound, he loved when you touched his chest, feeling him up like he was yours to play with.

He unbuckled his belt swiftly, the bulge in his pants obvious as your face flushed, suddenly too aware of your own arousal as he pulled your bottoms off, a small shocked noise leaving your throat at the sudden bareness of your legs.

He chuckled at your reaction before snapping the hem of your boxers, the fabric slapping your front as you made a strangled sound at the sting, your voice was low as you spoke "dont tease.."

He laughed lowly, God how he loved messing with you, his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, kissing your pulse point before sucking around it, licking over the purple marks he began to leave

You sighed under him, the sensations nice as your fingers clenched the hem of his pants, an unspoken plea to get them off

His voice was shaky as he spoke "needy already pretty boy?" You blushed at his words, turning your head "just- just get them off Carlos"

He did, swift and casual, like he had all the time in the world, and to him? He did, he wanted to take his time and treat you perfectly.

Once his pants were off though? Your mouth feel slightly agape, you knew he was pretty big but damn he was thick

You swallowed as he teased you once more, messing with the hem of his own boxers, letting you get a small peak before chuckling at your scoff, eventually slipping the thin material down his legs.

You swallowed as you took in his nude body, your breath quickening as he got closer, his cock dangling between you both. He slipped his fingers into the hem of your own underwear once more, curling his gorgeous fingers and slipping them down, the fabric moving with it as you adjusted your hips for carlos, letting him take your boxers off fully.

You were both on full display for each other, his muscles turning soft at his belly, a dark and curly happy trail, not well kept, making its way to show off his curved cock. That playful and oh so loving smirk playing his face

He watched you, his eyes gazing over your body with the utmost devotion, his fingers softly caressing every muscle, every hair. His mouth coming close to your own, a breathless laugh leaving him as he gave you the softest kiss.

"Im going to put a finger in now okay?"

You nodded, fingers clenching around his tanned forearm. His thumb teased your clit before his middle finger smoothly glided through your folds, entering slowly.

His knuckles reached your entrance as you gave a content sigh, his eyes never leaving your face

He waits for you to get used to the feeling of his fingers before adding another one, the thick digits stretching you with the smallest sting. You wrap your hands around his neck while he peppers sweet kisses along your jaw, his beard tickling your own growing stuble.

You let a short laugh at the feeling before hes scissoring his fingers inside you, another gasp leaves you, this time sharper, as his digits stretch you open.

The feeling was mesmerizing as he worked you open, his fingers alone making you feel so good, but as soon as he curled them? The most obscene moan left you, your voice cracking on the note as your face flushes.

"Oho that the spot pretty boy?" Carlos voice was teasing and dripping in that tone you'd never been able to resist.

You gave a half hearted protest, and he couldn't help but chuckle before doing the motion again, this time memorizing where it is and hitting it spot on.

Your moans slowly filled the room, the display of you on that bed was enough to make any man melt, and carlos was doing just that. He tried to ignore his flaming hard on, but in the end he was just a man, and this man was desperate.

He pulled his fingers out, the lewdest whine leaving your as he shuddered at the sound, his tongue poking out to taste the glistening juices from your hole, sucking the two fingers clean with a whiney moan

"Fuck you taste better than I thought" he reached over into the nightstand drawer at the side of the bed, rummaging through it for a minute before taking out a box and bottle.

You watched impatiently as he unwrapped one of the packaged condoms, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration before rolling the latex over his swollen cock head.

After he rolled the condom on he grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing a lavish amount on his hand before circling the base of his cock up to the tip with the liquid

You couldn't help but think how the hell could this man make putting a condom on look hot. A small scoff leaving you at the thought as carlos finished

He grabbed your hand gently, entertwining your fingers as he lined himself up with your entrance, your breath catching. "Your sure you want this?" His voice spoke, your brow furrowed as his tip brushed between your folds, a quick needy nod coming from you "yes, carlos im sure please"

And with that? his hips slowly moved forward, his tip stretching your hole out with a long groan coming from the both of you

He kissed you long and deep after he bottomed out, his hips snug between your legs as you made out.

He couldn't help the heavy breath that left him, his lips ghosting over your skin.

You squirmed a little, the girth of him inside you was a lot to accommodate but you were beginning to get impatient

"You can- you can move now carlos" your voice rang out, deep and raspy against his neck, kissing the skin

Carlos shuddered as he nodded, pulling his hips back, starting a slow pace

"Fuck you feel so good for me like this sweet boy" His voice was rough as his pace quickened, his hips hitting against you rhythmically.

Your voice was hoarse as you moaned out his name, causing him to let out a breathy whine against your throat

"Yeaaah say my name, fuck my name sounds so good coming from your pretty boy" you gasped against his neck as he pressed into you, his hips moving in tandem.

His hand squeezed yours own as he fucked you senseless, your chest heaving as you gasped and moaned under him, a creamy mix stringing itself on his cock as he pulled out, only to push right back in

He babbled on about how amazing you felt, how amazing you are, and all you could do was clenched around him, writhing under his weight as he continued leaving wet kisses along your chest, licking the scars under your nipple with a deep moan.

His free hand slipped between you, his thumb gently circling your bundle of nerves to match his thrusts, your stomach began turning as a coil began to tighten within you, and carlos? He was holding your hand tightly.

"Fuckkk im close baby, I can feel you around me and I cant stop" His thrusts began to pick up again, faster this time and you snapped, your hole clenching down on him deliciously as you moaned loudly right into his ear, the heat and pleasure flooding around him caused him to bite into your shoulder with a deep whimper as he came, filling the latex wrapped around him.

His thrusting slowed down as you both sighed against each other, blissed out in each other's arms before he begrudgingly leant back. He slowly pulled out, his fingers taking the condom off as carefully as they could before tying it off and tossing it into the small garbage can in the room

He kissed your forehead with a sweet "i love you im going to grab a wet cloth so wait here" before leaving to do just that.

Your mind cleared as you stared at the dimly lit ceiling.

Holy shit that was amazing

You smiled as Carlos came back in with a warm wash cloth, a loving smile on his face as you let him clean you up.

Once he got the two of you into clean boxers the two of you were cuddled up together, arms wrapped around each other as you both just layed there, content and in love

"I love you"

TY FOR THE REQUEST I love getting them and this was nice to write!!! I hope you enjoyed it (if not thats okay too!)

[sidesteppostinghours]

posts that took me 6 months to finish making. so anyway,

its too late in the night for me to be coherent about this but

"I don't distrust you," he admits since you've gone silent. "You're allowed to be here." He feels guilty. Guilty over how he's been treating you, but also over how things turned out.

"I take that as you've done some things you regret." "Many." Her brows draw together. "And some I blame myself for, even though I know I shouldn't."

There's more here. You can feel it simmering under the surface. He looked away last time. It couldn't be that bad, could it? He could have, he should have…[i]not this time.[/i]

"I feel like I actually got a chance to move on now that you're back in my life. I don't want to be the marshal that messed up and got half ${his} team killed; I want to change. But it's…hard. Harder than I thought."

"Good." The laughter sounds genuine. "I'd hate it if that part still showed."

thinking about fhr and second chances. about characters that live and make mistakes and regret and have to move on anyway. and maybe they do, or maybe they dont. thinking about how it reflects on sidestep, on all different versions of sidestep, and the ways they can handle their rebirth. thinking about sidesteps that try to fix things with the people theyve hurt, or find new people to help when they cant make it up to the people they need to. about steps that have to bury their regrets to have their new lease on life, and the ones who manage to lock up the skeletons in the closet vs the ones who still have the past hounding at their heels wherever they go.

theres the way it all interacts with eachother too. like, take argent, for example, somebody who cant afford to do anything but move on and hope that she can still be better this time around as a matter of survival. compare that with herald, that lived his life constantly thinking about the needs of others and so has to apologize for every minute problem he might have caused. or chen, who has such an understated self-loathing for the mistakes hes made in one lifetime and yet reaches the same conclusion of pushing aside his guilt so it doesnt crush him, so he can Get Things Done. ortega and mortum are different in the way they approach regrets too, where mortum cynically accepts it as part of life and ortega has to find literally any way they can make it right.

just like. man. fhr is a story about regret, huh.

also have a bonus hg quote from the 4.2 about it because it literally inspired this insanity and itd feel wrong not to include it LMFAO

[i]The arms around you pull you into a hug as you try to think. Smother you in caring and worry. Loss. Fear. Not letting you go. Not this time. Not again.

FUCKED UP SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!! TO ME!!!!!!

[tabletopsystem]

Date Night! A JRWI Riptide fanfic.

A short fic where Chip helps Rufus prepare for a night out with his wife. Takes place on a secret extra day between when Chip went to the Dark Port and episode 63.

It's my first time writing fanfic so be nice.

Words: a lot, maybe 4k+? Idk, I wrote it all on Tumblr on my phone and I can't copy paste between paragraphs for some reason so it's hard to check the actual count.

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Chip walked through the rustic door of the Divine Barcanist, a bell chiming as it opened.

"Rufus you here?" He called out to the empty store.

"Oh goo-ood you're here." He heard coming from the room behind the counter, the drawn out sound confirming it was Rufus, "Flip the open sign on the window would ya? We're clo-osed for the night."

Chip turned to flip the sign but saw it was already flipped to "closed".

"What'd you need my help with Rufus?" Chip started walking through the displays of magic items, stopping to marvel at a particularly ornate and slightly glowing scimitar. "It's getting pretty late and I don't know how much I trust that Price can't send more of his goons after my crew, no offense to your wife's work, of course."

"Oh don't wo-o-orry my friend, I've got a tight schedule to keep too," He reassured Chip, "now could you come back here and help an old dog pick out an outfit for his date?"

"Date?" Chip walked into the hallway behind the counter, "Why'd you ask for *my* help getting ready for a date?"

He opened the door into Rufus's bedroom, it was quite big, there was a large bed with purple satin sheets, covered in small orange and brown hairs against the back wall of the room, a large vanity made of mahogany with a gold-framed mirror on one side of it with tons of different kinds of makeup that Chip had never seen before. On the other side was a smaller bedside locker, with an intricately designed lamp made to look like a sakura tree with pink and white petals, a framed picture of the Black Rose's jolly rodger next to it. A large tapestry of a town made of huts on stilts just above the water with different colours flowing through the air which Chip assumed was supposed to represent magic covered an entire wall of the room. Rufus sat on the side of the bed, his face and floppy dog ears drooping as he looked into his open wardrobe where he had two well kept suits, one a deep purple, the other a sleek black. Next to the wardrobe was a bamboo changing screen with the scene of a large island with a cherry blossom tree big enough to cover the whole place under its canopy, raining its leaves down and into the ocean around it.

"Woah!" Chip looked around the room in awe, "You're fuckin loaded!"

"Weellll selling mag-ical objects has it's perks," Rufus said sheepishly, "They're all quite unique and, as a result, *quite* valuable."

"Suddenly I don't feel as bad about the discount you gave me on Ollie's belt." Chip couldn't take his eyes off the tapestry, which he assumed must've taken months if not years to make. "I mean shit man you could probably afford to buy some of the islands we passed through. Why the fuck are you-"

"Chip can we focus on my date please?" Rufus cut him off, "Amber should be home in a few minutes and I'm trying to make su-ure this night is veery special for her."

"Ohhh it's that kinda date huh?" Chip smirked, "Rufus you sly dog."

"Chip it's no-ot like that!" Rufus scolded, "I just want to ma-ake sure that she enjoys the night. She's been working reeally hard recently and it's been stressful for her, especially with the who-ole... situation with Captain Price last night." He let out a deep sigh, "I just want to make sure she has a nice night because it's starting to feel harder and harder to doo-o-o."

Chip looked down at Rufus and saw he was quite tense and his eyebrows were furrowed still looking straight ahead at his two suits. "Hey man, make sure you're enjoying the night too y'know?" He put a hand on his shoulder. "Now, what do you think Amber's gonna be wearing?"

"Well I to-old her to go out early and buy herself something nice while I get re-eady." Rufus explained, "She was wearing her favourite pu-urple dress, it really brings out the colour of her fur, yoou should see her in it, she looks be-e-eautiful." He visibly relaxed while talking about her, and Chip thought to himself how nice it must be to be in love like that.

"Well, if you want to match with her you gotta go with the purple." He started inspecting the suits closer, noticing a faint glitter on the purple one, as well as golden buttons on the cuffs, "but if you really want to give her all the attention you should go with the black so she stands out more."

"When did you-ou learn so much about fashion?" Rufus chuckled a bit as he said it.

"Well you pick up on some things when you make disguises to get into snobbier places than you're supposed to be." Chip sized up both suits and began to suspect they might not fit Rufus anymore, though kept quiet about it. "You definitely made the right choice asking for my help and not Lizzie's though."

"She's never really see-eemed the type for romance, even as a youngster on the Midnight Ro-ose." Rufus smiled, "half of Captain Rose's crew was taking bets on whether the two of you would get together when you got older."

"Ew" Chip interjected. Rufus laughed.

"The half that knew the two of you better was taking bets on whether she'd throw you overboard."

"Yeah that makes more sense." Chip laughed a little too. "Now come on, we haven't got all night here."

"Oh alright," he stopped and thought for another whole minute, "I suppo-o-ose I'll go with the black suit."

He took the suit from the wardrobe and moved behind the screen to change.

Chip sat down on the bed, and then, being uncomfortable in the silence began to chat with Roofus after a few moments, "Y'know Roofus, I've got a wife too." He said, almost surprising himself that he remembered her.

"Oh well that's great Chip," Roofus responded, almost as if he expected it, "It's no surprise a young man like you has found someone already, yo-ou should bring her around to the shop some day." He paused for a moment, "I might see if Amber can make something special as a gift for her."

"Oh, no it's uh, not like that." Chip stuttered out, "I was like, really drunk and don't even remember the wedding." He felt embarrassed admitting it to Roofus. "And like, I didn't really like her like that, but she really liked me, and Gillion officiated the wedding with some weird Undersea stuff so we couldn't just break up so I kept trying to fake my death cuz like, "'til death do us part" and all that, but she kept saving me and this one time she like, caught me as I was falling and it made me realise how strong she was and I can't really tell if I started getting feelings for her or if it was just nice to be held but I didn't really wanna think about it cuz we were already planning four other ways to fake my death and I was starting to have fun with it so I just pushed down the feelings like I do with everything else until we were leaving the island-"

"Chip I'm gonna need you to slow-ow down there because I didn't get a word of what you just said." Roofus cut him off, "What's her name?"

Chip took a breath, "Amanda Rinn."

"And what's she like?"

"I honestly don't really know?" He thought about it for a second. "I mean I spent most of the time I knew her just avoiding her and uh, trying to die in front of her."

"Well that's just a shame." He sighed, "You married this lovely woman who-o saved your life and you don't even kno-ow why you fell in love with her."

"Woah I wouldn't say I fell in love with her, we just got drunk, like, black-out drunk." Chip couldn't stop feeling more and more embarrassed, "She probably doesn't even like me that much anymore."

"Well from what I'm hearing, she kept saving yo-ou from danger every time you were in it. It takes a loot of courage, and a lot of love for the person you're saving to keep risking your own life like that."

"Well the danger wasn't real!" Chip knew he was running out of excuses, and the ones he did have didn't mean much.

"Do you think she knew-ew that Chip?" Chip could hear the smile in Roofus' voice. "I think at the very least, she deserves to kno-ow how you reeally feel."

"Fine." Chip conceded, frustrated, "I'll write her a fuckin letter or something... Eventually."

"And mayybe when you're writing it you-ou'll accept your own feelings for her too-oo." Roofus chuckled.

"Roofus I don't- I told you it's not like that!" He was getting annoyed now, "I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place."

"Oh alright," Roofus sighed, "Could you give me hand closing up my jacket, it's been a little while and I'm uh, not quite as fit as I u-used to be."

Chip got up and walked behind the screen to see that Roofus had just about managed to close the button on his pants, though it looked like it could pop open at any second, and though the suit's shirt managed to just about fit snuggly over his big belly, the jacket was straining to get buttoned below the chest.

"Alright you big old dog," Chip grabbed both sides of the jacket, "On three, you pull your stomach in and I'll get a button through, and then you'll be able to get the rest through yourself."

Roofus nodded.

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

Chip ripped the button and the hole together as Roofus breathed in, and then ripped the button right off as he breathed out.

"Shit!" Chip ran after the button which was rolling across the floor. "I am so, so sorry Roofus I really didn't mean to."

"Oh it's alright Chip." Roofus took off the jacket and hung it back up in his wardrobe. "I think I've just been a little bit too lenient on the treats." He looked over to his purple suit and sighed, "I don't suppo-ose this one would fit me either."

"Yeah probably not," Chip picked up the button and walked over to Roofus, "look man, I can get some money somewhere and pay you back for this."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Chip." Roofus took the button off him and placed it gently on his bedside locker, "I'm sure Amber can sew back on. She's quite the skilled craftswoman."

"You sure?" Chip asked, "Cuz I can get a little gold for it if you need, I don't wanna keep costing you so much money."

"Don't worry about it my friend." Roofus reassured, "I just don't know what to wear tonight now, and I'm sure Amber will be home aaany minute."

Chip thought for a few seconds, then an idea popped into his head. "Here," he took off his red and yellow magical bandana and held it out to Roofus, who recoiled as Chip's facial features shifted just slightly and a few of his uglier scars reappeared. "What?" Chip exaggerated a look of hurt.

"I'd just forgotten about how this magical bandana works is all." Roofus was clearly unnerved by Chip's face shifting.

"Whatever, point is, you can take this and wear anything you want with it, just make sure to get it back to me tomorrow, and make sure you wear something under it, the clothes are *not* real and you *will* get cold, trust me." Chip stopped waiting for him to take the bandana and tied it around his head.

"Thank you Chip." Roofus put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "I really do appreciate the help, old friend." He looked down at his much too small suit and before Chip's eyes the outfit seemed to magically loosen itself and close up around Roofus' body, a small silver watch appeared on one of his wrists, and a thin silver bracelet appeared on the other.

"Oh dude you don't get it, you can make literally *any* clothes you can imagine," Chip took the bandana back from Roofus and held it against his forehead, and immediately a glittering suit made of solid gold appeared in place of his tattered shirt and pants. "Like anything dude." He handed the bandana back to Roofus.

"Oh I understand how it works Chip, I just rather like my suit." He chuckled, "Wouldn't have had it tailored if I didn't."

"Your choice man, but I'd be going with the golden blazer if I were you." Chip started heading for the door, "Where are you going tonight anyways?"

Roofus took his pyjamas out and went behind the changing screen again, "There's a lo-ovely restaurant here in the Golden Circle Market called "The Shining Supper." They have some veery special dishes that you can't find anywhere else in the world anymore."

"Dang, you're really going all out tonight old man." Chip remembered walking past the restaurant and thinking it was way too gaudy for him to ever eat there, it had gold and crystal chandeliers and that was enough for him to hate it, though he thought it might've been nice to bring Ollie there if he could ever afford it.

"We-ell my Amber is worth every last copper." Roofus sighed, "I'm so lucky to have her in my life. After the Black Rose-"

"Roofus I'd love to reminisce some more but it is gonna be dark out soon and I am not in the mood to get jumped by more of Price's goons so can we wrap this up." Chip interjected rather abruptly, "Not that it's not been nice hanging out with you again, I just wanna make sure we can do it again after tonight."

"Ooh alright, drop by tomorrow whenever you can and I'll ma-ake sure to have your bandana in pe-erfect condition." Roofus walked out of the room with Chip and then walked him to the front door to say goodbye.

Chip was greeted on the other side of the door by a kitsune woman whose fur was orange with white stripes, she wore a deep purple eyeshadow with gold glitter, which matched the colours of her slim fitting sleeveless dress. She had numerous detailed golden bracelets covering the length of both of her forearms, she had a small ankle bracelet around one of her legs, which ended in sparkling purple high heels. "What are *you* doing here?" She sounded disgusted at Chip's presence, "*Please* tell me you're not going to ask me to curse another powerful artefact."

"Oh, I'm just on my way out." Chip slipped past her and then bowed a little more sarcastically than he actually wanted to, "Enjoy your date, Roofus is lucky to have you, and uhh, thanks for looking out for the old man."

Amber was surprised by his sincerity, and he started running back to the Albatross before she could respond, feeling way too awkward to have a conversation with her.

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Hey Bad Batchers! How are we doing? Good? That was quite the finale, huh? I've seen a lot of people in the fandom announcing their incredible appreciation for this fic, and while I might be a little late (just over a whole month, in fact), I feel the same way. I was going through a lot of change when The Bad Batch season one first aired.

In fact, my TV had been packed away in a box and was on its way across the ocean when I watched Aftermath, projected on my wall, my family clustered around on the floor. From the second that first title card burned away to reveal the series we've all grown to love, I knew I had a massive journey ahead of me.

And man, has it been a wild ride. I think I speak for all of us when I say that it has been an honor fighting, celebrating, mourning, healing, and growing alongside The Bad Batch. If not the characters themselves, I wish to let the creators of the show know how much their passion shines through in their hard work, and has inspired me to fight my own fight, and chart my own paths, just like Omega.

It's been an honor.

- Bubblez

p.s. I've got another, slightly longer fic in the works, so don't think the Bad Batch community has seen the last of me! >:)

[imastrangeone98]

Vitamorte - Chapter 2: The Barrier

(A/N: I've been watching a lot of resident evil speedruns lately, so that inspired me to pick up this story again. No other explanation required cuz no ones gonna read it but me XD)

No warnings, but Leon is an overprotective hubby. Also it hit me that I haven't said where this would take place in the main timeline; it takes place between death island and re7

Chris knocked on the door.

A farmhouse wasn't what he expected for one of the best government agents and virus researcher. It was a nice place- a typical 2-story home with a lazy, old white shepherd lounging on the patio, a front yard with an apple tree and a swing, and no neighbors around for miles.

Perfect for privacy.

The dog lifted its head and wagged its tail.

"Hey, Milky," Chris chuckled, leaning over to pat the good boy on the head. "You're still kicking, huh?"

Milky panted and rested its head again.

"Who the hell is that? I swear I didn't order a-" The door swung open, revealing the one person Chris was hoping to avoid- Leon Kennedy-Kim himself. And it seemed like Chris was the last person Leon was expecting, too. Because he froze immediately at the sight of his colleague, lips curling into a fierce scowl.

"I thought I made it clear that I'm on break," Leon scoffed. "Whatever it is, I ain't hearing it until at least a month."

"Well, you're in luck, because you're not the one I'm here to see," Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is Sarah in?"

Leon stared at him, eyes piercing. "What are you-"

"Dad! Mom said pie's ready! C'mon, let's eat!"

Leon glared at Chris, but ultimately swung the door open. "Shoes off. We don't want dirt in the house."

Chris wordlessly obeyed, figuring that getting into Leon's good graces at the moment would get him better results. But as he shut the door behind him, he heard footsteps pattering in the room next door, and a head of blond hair popped out.

"Whoa, it's Uncle Chris," the little girl gasped, before she darted back in the room. "Zane, come on, Uncle Chris is here!"

He chuckled. Grace hadn't changed a bit since the last time he saw her. Still as energetic, bouncy and innocent as ever, a spitfire image of her mother with her dad's hair.

And then Zane walked out- tall for an 11-year-old, black hair, with Leon's piercing blue eyes to match. He smiled at the older man. "Hi, Uncle Chris. You look older."

"I feel older," he laughed, ruffling the boy's hair. "You got taller, I can tell."

"And hungrier. Boy tears through three bowls of rice like there's no tomorrow," Leon grumbled as he set out plates and cups. Grace finally snuck out to dash into the kitchen, giving Chris a small wave.

"...Are you here for work again, Uncle Chris?" Zane whispered, eyes fixed on the kitchen to make sure his sister was out of earshot. "More bad stuff?"

"Yeah." Chris sighed before patting Zane on the back. Kid was always too smart for his own good. "But don't worry. With me and hopefully your mom on the case, it shouldn't be too bad of a problem."

"So it's Mom..." Zane stared off into the distance before shaking his head. "Dad's not gonna like that."

"No, he isn't."

And speak of the devil, Leon reemerged from the kitchen holding a pitcher, and the very person Chris needed followed close behind, a large pie in hand.

"When Leon told me we had guests, I didn't realize I called the pest control," Sarah Kennedy-Kim cackled, setting down the pie to pat his shoulder. "What's the greatest bug killer doing in my house?"

"Catching rats," he sighed. "I could use a hand in getting a few strays."

She stared at him. Chris fidgeted under the intensity of her gaze.

"Really, now?" she finally said. Sarah plopped on a chair and cut some slices of pie, gesturing for Chris to sit.

Leon huffed, then passed over two hefty slices to the children, wordlessly motioning for them to head up the stairs. Zane caught on quickly, and after grabbing glasses of lemonade, prodded his sister to follow him up.

The two waited until there was a click of a door, and only then did Leon speak. "No."

"Leon-"

"Shut up," he hissed. "She left the field a long time ago, and for damn good reason. You want someone to risk their life, you ask me, but leave my wife out of this!"

"It's not that easy." Chris laid his palms flat on the table. "There's some shit going down in Chile. Some unknown disease is turning people into... something. Supergeniuses. Or freaks of nature." He leaned closer to the scientist. "I don't care whether it's a virus, parasite, or some other bullshit. You're the leading expert on this; I need you on this case."

Sarah hummed, but said nothing else for a solid second. Leon's brows furrowed.

"You've got Rebecca Chambers," she said simply. "She's a genius. Why not ask her?"

"I thought about it," he admitted. "But Rebecca isn't meant for dangerous field work. And more importantly..." He leaned forward, eyes fixed on the scientist. "She's not a gambler. Not like you are. I need someone who's willing to break the rules."

Leon scowled. Sarah shrugged, unfazed.

"Rebecca's fairly good at bending the rules." She poured a glass of lemonade and slid it over to Chris. "But I'll let it slide for now. What's the problem?"

"This." He slid over several pictures. Sarah picked them up and studied them, Leon leaning over her shoulder to take a peek. "Word has it that the disease that's infecting Los Duermos infects the mind- turns the people into-"

"Zombies." Leon waves his hand. "Mindless, dumb, bitches to take down. Shoot them in the head. Simple."

"That's the thing," Chris sighed. "They're not dumb corpses shuffling around. They're fully sentient, not driven by whatever virus or parasite is in their bodies. They're vastly more intelligent than they used to be. Apparently, a good chunk of them even act normally, going about their lives as they used to. But that's the lucky ones. The unlucky folks..."

She studied another picture. Her eyes narrowed. "Who the hell is..."

"Their bodies change drastically; it's like plastic surgery without going under." Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "They all look the same. Man, woman, or child. They all look like Alex Wesker. With not even half the brains. They're mindless, dumb..." He looked at Leon. "Bitches to take down."

Leon scratched his chin. "It's like Simmons on steroids."

"No kidding." Chris leaned back in his chair. "You see why I need you now? We don't know what the hell is going on, and we need sharp eyes on the ground to get the info we need."

"An army of super geniuses and mutated Weskers..." Sarah mused. "Well, I guess-"

"Sarah," Leon whispered harshly. "This isn't a good idea. You know what happened last time."

She hummed. Chris looked at his folded hands.

"In his defense," she said, "I got kidnapped. It's not exactly field work in the slightest."

"But it still happened," he growled. "I'm not letting that happen ever again."

She silently took Leon's hand in hers, rubbing soft circles in his skin. He instantly softened, and brought her hand to his lips. Chris looked away, giving the couple a brief moment of privacy.

"How long do I have to decide?" she finally asked.

"Tomorrow morning. That's the latest."

She sighed. "I'll let you know by then."

Chris nodded; this was likely the best outcome he was going to get. He stood up and pushed his chair back in.

"Are you gonna finish that?"

He turned around to see Leon pointing at the untouched slice.

With a huff, he sat back down.

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A/N: when I was first writing this years ago, I couldn't figure out how to write this, but now it comes a bit more naturally