#today was mostly a good day but. i think i'm still tired yeah i feel like disappearing

[coridallasmultipass]

Felt cute, might deteriorate later. [He/Him]

[noxtivagus]

hmm

[psychwxrdd]

drug dealer! soft! rafe being a love sick puppy

🎀 author's note: buzzcut rafe is my favorite rafe omg 😫 yk that one song "i'm a gangster's wife to an anybody killer" i had that lyrics on my head all day and it got me inspired lol and as much as i love dark/horror themes i love soooo much soft and sweet! rafe. yeah a canon of him being a drug dealer but he still is my little princess

(not mine gif)

also besties send me requests! i'm in the mood to write today

warnings: fluff, sexual mentions in the end but no actual smut

drug dealer! rafe instantly became infatued with you, the second he first saw you. he just knew he had to have you (please i can't help but imagine him staring like that one crazy stare he does in s2 when he's with barry and hears kiara in the drain lol)

drug dealer! rafe absolutely fucking worships you. like i MEAN it. he's selling his thing and worried about his busy and can't stop thinking about you, constantly texting you under the table. he has sooooo many pictures of you, not just on his phone but in his wallet as well, it's almost compulsive: he wants needs to stare at it all the time, and everyone always mocks him for this. he doesn't care about how crazy or corny they think he is or shit, thats his girl, the love of his life, his future wife and mother of his children. he would go to hell for you.

drug dealer! rafe who spoils the shit out you, if you said you wanted a big house like this or that, in color x or y, he would buy it entirely for you, the exact way you wanted. needless to say, he would buy anything you saw in a store that had your eyes shining, no matter what it is, if it would make you happy he wouldn't think twice. also, he is obsessed with the cute things you like 🥺 like imagine him buying a sylvanian family for you, or those sanrio plushies.

drug dealer! rafe who has you on his lap at any single party him and barry goes to, he doesn't let go of you for nothing. one say overprotective other say clingy, whatever it is, he always wants you on his arms. need to go to bathroom? he is waiting on the door. need a drink? he tells barry to got get it for you both (LMAO). you're tired or sleepy? he carries you around like a bride.

drug! dealer rafe taking you home and can't stop smiling staring at you sleeping, admiring your beauty and feeling his heart race from how much he loves you, how happy it feels to have you. he puts a song you like on the radio even tho it wasn't his taste or you weren't awake to hear it. you'd wake up and he'd be caressing your hair, the minute he he saw your eyes opening he said "shh, go back to sleep princess, it's late" and you were too sleepy to answer anything. he caressed your forehead, cheeks, nose, ears. he loved to put his fingers on your dots too, you had some small ones you didn't even noticed you have, but he did.

drug dealer! rafe already has a ring on his pocket just waiting for the perfect moment to ask you to marry him. you're the only person who ever gets to see this side of him, so he would probably get emotional while doing it.

drug dealer! rafe who have a MASSIVE breeding kink, but mostly because he really dreamed of having a family with you. not just because it felt good to cum inside you and it was hot, but because he really felt something he couldn't describe at the thought of you also wanting him to be the dad of your children, to have a family with him. it made his heart euphoric, it got him acting dumb. it meant you also wanted to spend your life with him, that was his biggest turned on.

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 3884

Warning: Mild Language, Fluff, Angst, Possessiveness, Jealousy…

Prompt: Gibbs pulled a stunt and you decided to get your revenge—by making him jealous…

Y/N Gibbs POV

I woke up today and had the most brilliant idea. I knew exactly how to get my husband back. I shake my head, still unable to believe that Jethro could do such a thing—especially at work!

FLASHBACK

I hum a tune as I step out of the bathroom with a big, fluffy towel wrapped around my. I found myself sifting through my work clothes when my eyes catch a silver gift bag. I grab it, pulling the card off it.

Y/N/N, be a good girl and wear this to work, will you? -Jet

I open the bag and pull out a beautiful dark red lingerie set. I was trying to think of what the occasion was and why Jethro would be giving me a gift. My heart beats with anticipation at the thought of us having sex. We haven't done anything intimate for weeks besides a quick kiss here and there. We've both put our focus on work and we've come home, immediately crashing is bed.

I drop the towel, sliding on the lingerie set and hum in approval. I loved the feeling of lingerie against my skin. Something about it made me feel confident and sexy. I go back to my dresser and pull on a baggy pair of black cargo pants. I pull on a white baggy t-shirt and a black blazer.

Jethro was possessive and I loved it. I joined the team seven years ago and I may be the baby of the team, slightly younger than Ziva, Tim and Tony, but I worked my ass off. I was the "heart" of the team as they put it. I was a profound profiler and negotiator. We all were great investigators, but I also brought our little team closer together.

When I first joined, I could give a care less about the dress code. Some days, I'd follow it, but my clothes were snug to my figure. I was confident and didn't mind showing a bit more cleavage than needed. Some days, I liked to wear short skater skirts like Abby, to show off my legs. I'd show the occasional stomach here and there.

But, I enjoyed the way Jethro's eyes would roam over me. I chuckle, thinking about the day he asked me over to his house. It was our first kiss and our first time together. We were friends with benefits briefly before I had enough and outed how I felt. Then we dated before marrying. All of which I stopped dressing the way I use to, noticing how possessive he got over me once we were officially together. He's a man who gets jealous easy, not appreciating others staring at "his woman" as he puts it.

I leave my red hair down, grabbing my bag before leaving our home. It was time for work and it seems Jethro left me to sleep in. I was thankful and disappointed. I knew I needed the sleep, but I also enjoy our car rides to work together. I can't remember the last time I drove to work on my own.

It was a quiet drive, mostly filled with humming before I hum my way into the building and up to the bullpen. I saw the FBI here and roll my eyes. Oh, what a case this will be.

"Hon, we are working alongside the FBI on this case. Show them the conference room." Jethro says.

"Well, good morning to you as well husband. Yeah, my morning has been wonderful, thanks for asking. Oh, how's yours? Wonderful too. It was strange coming into work without you. Oh, and I got your gift. And yes, I listened. Oh, your tired of my rambling. Right, don't forget I'm your wife, Jet. Agents, follow me." I say, mocking at Jethro.

He had a small amused smile on his face. I was slightly moody he was acting strange with me today. I lead the agents away, ignoring Tony's grin at my one-on-one conversation with myself.

I leave the Agents to set up and head back to my desk. I could feel his eyes on me and I glance up, meeting those piercing blue eyes. I quirk a brow.

"Yes, Jethro?" I ask.

"Wondering if you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He murmurs, smirking slightly.

"Asshole! You didn't even say good morning, we didn't ride together, I haven't even had a good morning kiss or hug, I haven't had coffee nor breakfast, and the first thing you do when you see me is put me to work." I hiss and he snorts.

"I think you woke up with your hair on fire, hon." He says.

I clench my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him. I shake my head as the elevators open and Fornell walks off.

"Y/N! Any chance your divorcing Jethro yet?" Fornell asks with a grin.

"I might just be his fifth ex-wife after this morning!" You tease, sending a glare at a grumpy Jethro who was glaring daggers at the both of you.

Fornell talks to Gibbs, but your eyes widen as you bite your tongue to silence any noise from you as you clench your thighs at the sudden vibrations you felt. It clicked. The lingerie bottoms weren't an ordinary bottoms. They were meant for teasing. In your case, punishment. You glare up at Jethro who's lips twitches as he amps it up higher. You nearly jumped out of your chair, trying to suppress the moan.

END OF FLASHBACK

Oh, how he pushed the wrong buttons. He had left earlier once again much to my displeasure, but today was the day to get him back. Make him jealous and then make him have the bluest balls he's ever going to have.

I walk out of the bathroom, dropping the towel. I put on a lingerie set. I grab my black skirt that ended at mid-thigh—and that’s if I was being generous on that.

It was tight, hugging my ass and my legs. It really brought out my legs and I grin. It has a little slit, but it was cute. Not to mention the designer belt I add to it—a gift from Jethro. I had been talking about it with Abby for months and he got it as a birthday present.

I grab a white top that was like a tank-top with the wider straps. It was clinging to my body, the deep plunge neckline showed off more cleave than I've shown in years. A little bit of my belly was peaking through and I grin. Perfect. I slide on a black blazer before grabbing my black high heels.

This was going to be perfect.

I go to the bathroom, brushing my wavy red hair. I go for a slightly edgy, but neutral makeup look with a slightly dark red lipstick.

I hum, grabbing my purse and begin making my way to the Navy yard. I decided a pit stop was necessary and I grabbed drinks for the team. I get there and decided to go to Autopsy where I leave their drinks on the table as they were out getting a body. I leave a little note, humming as I head back to the elevator and head to Abby's lab.

She had her music going and I walk in, as she spins, she sees me. She turns the music off and looks at me in awe.

"You look so pretty!" She exclaims.

"Thank you, Abs! I brought you a gift." I say, handing her Caf-Pow.

"Your the best! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She exclaims and I chuckle.

"Of course." I say.

I head to the elevator, feeling slightly nervous for Jethro's reaction. I walk off the elevator and Tony whistles.

"I brought you a coffee with loads of cream and sugar." I say, winking at him and he grins.

"Thanks!" He says.

I head to Ziva, pulling a tea free.

"A tea for you, it was a new one on the menu I thought you'd like to try." I say.

"Thank you, Y/N/N. You look gorgeous by the way." She says, smirking slightly and I smile.

"Thanks, Ziva. I felt like dressing up a bit today. I felt like I deserved it after the hell Jethro put my through last week." I say.

"Fornell can be a real pain in the ass." She chuckles and I grin.

"That he can be." I say, even though that wasn't what I was referring too.

I walk to McGee, handing him a black coffee which he quietly thanks me for as he is on the phone. I walk to Jethro, handing him a coffee.

"My office." He grumbles.

"Oh, Jethro. Take that stick out of your ass. Who's looking anyway. It's an outfit and it's cute." I say.

He was silent, staring at me with dark, narrowed blue eyes. I could see the lust in them just as I could see the possessiveness in them...the jealousy coming to the surface.

I turn, walking to my desk, throwing the carton away once I pulled my coffee free. I hum softly as the elevator doors open.

"Fornell! If you like us so much, come join the team!" I say, winking at him.

"FBI is more my forte...although, your always welcome to join my team." He says, his eyes on my chest.

Jethro clears his throat and I look at him to see him glaring daggers at Fornell.

"Eyes off my wife, Fornell." He warns.

That sent a strange sensation to my core. I knew why and I was eager for the day to go on, wanting to press more buttons.

"I don't know how you managed to settle down with this grumpy bastard, Y/N." Fornell says and I giggle, rolling my eyes.

"Y/N, my office. Now." Jethro snaps, standing up as he storms towards the elevator.

I grin which stopped the team from looking so concerned. It was their turn to chuckle.

"You planned this out." Tony says.

"That I did. Revenge is a bitch." I say and he chuckles as I walk toward the elevator that Jethro was waiting on.

The doors close and he hits the button harshly. I purse my lips, swatting his arm.

"Easy there, macho man." I say.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He snaps, glaring down at me.

"Well this is my skirt. Look! It even has a little slit right here. It's so cute. And this top...you know that though." I say, grinning.

"I don't want people ogling my wife. I have some extra clothes of yours at my desk." He sighs.

"I'm not changing, Jet." I say.

"Why the hell not?" He asks, turning back to me.

"Because, I like this outfit. And you'd like it to if you investigated a little more." I say.

"You didn't." He grits out.

"Oh, I did. Your favorite set too." I say and I gasp as he pushes me up against a wall.

"It's one thing wearing this outfit to work, knowing men will stare, but then lingerie. Your asking for your ass to be red." He growls.

His hand twitches on my hip and I smile softly, putting my hand over it as I slide it under my skirt. His eyes were locked with mine and I make his fingers brush the lace bottoms.

"I just woke up feeling really good about today, Jet. I wanted an outfit to suit my mood and confidence." I say, shrugging.

"Your changing. I can't have you on my mind all damn day as we work a case, worrying about someone looking up your skirt." He says and I roll my eyes.

I push him back, smoothing my outfit out.

"I'm not changing, Jet. I'm your wife, not some...dog you can control." I say.

"Your my bitch in bed, aren't you?" He says and my jaw drops.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs! That is so crude and so...s-so unlike you!" I exclaim.

"I thought you liked it when I called you my bitch. Are you not? What happened to being daddy's whore?" He asks and I gulp.

I could feel my skin flush as my panties dampen. Maybe I didn't think this all the way through. He smirks, that stupid lopsided smirk, his eyes twinkling. He knew damn well what he was doing to me.

Two can play this game.

"Well daddy...I do like it when you call me those names. But, I'm not in the mood right now." I say.

"W-What? You just called me daddy. Your doing that thing with your eyes and you wore this outfit. You want my attention. Well, you have it." He says.

Oh, I have it alright and I'll have it the rest of the day, whilst leaving you hanging for that crap you pulled last week.

"I think your profiling skills are a bit off, hon." I say, feigning an apologetic smile.

I pat his arm before moving out from the wall and hitting the emergency stop button. He goes to hit again, but I swat his hand away and the doors open. We walk off and he grabs my wrist. I stop, looking at him.

"Please change...I'll do whatever you want." He murmurs.

"I like my outfit, Jethro." I say, pulling away and going to my desk.

"Gibbs! I brought the file you asked for!" Palmer says before all the papers fall out.

He looks at Jethro wide eyed and I stand, bending over to help. I was well aware what I was going and I heard Fornell and Tony whistle as Jethro curses and I hear his chair.

I feel him press against me from behind, a hand on my hip as he leans down behind me to grab a paper.

"Sit your ass down right now, Y/N or else I'll carry your ass out of here kicking and screaming." He warns quietly.

"I'm trying to help Palmer. Leave me alone, Jethro. Your being moody today." I say.

He grunts, but I finish picking up the papers before standing. I take the papers from Palmer as Jethro tugs my skirt down as it did ride up a bit. I walk back to my desk, working on reorganizing the papers before standing and handing it to Jethro.

I sit and Jethro soon was giving out orders when he realized Tony was alone. I stand.

"I'll go with Tony! It's been awhile since I've been out baiting a suspect." I say.

"Not dressed in that." Jethro says gruffly.

"Oh get over yourself, Jet. I look fine. Come on, Tony!" I exclaim.

"We'll be watching!" Fornell says before he grunts.

"Stop staring at my wife's ass." Jethro warns.

We all get on the elevator and I hum softly as Tony hands me the keys. The keys...to his very nice car that I've been dying to drive.

"You dressed to impress and it's a simple and quick undercover op where you get his attention. So, get his attention tigress." He says, winking at me and I grin.

I follow Tony to his car, more than eager to drive his baby. I glance at Jethro to see his brooding face and fiery eyes. I knew he was growing more pissed off. My eyes were on his slightly growing bulge.

The drive to the nice bar was short. Tony and I made our way to the bar with our earpieces in.

"Look a little more like a couple." McGee says.

"Boss is going to kill me." Tony grumbles before sliding his hand from my lower back to ass.

"I'll protect you." I say.

"Will you?" Jethro's gruff voice comes through.

"If you don't want the bluest balls in history, Jethro, I'd comply a bit." I murmur, looking over the menu of drinks as Tony tries to stifle his laughter.

"I don't know what to get, babe!" I exclaim, moving so I was in front of Tony.

Our chests were pressed together, his hand on my ass and I move my hand to his. His eyes widen before going back to normal. I catch a man staring and I did a brief study before looking back up into Tony's eyes.

"Blue jeans. Hawaiian shirt. Ten o'clock." I say.

"See him." Jethro grunts.

"Why don't you get yourself a martini?" Tony asks.

"I don't like girly drinks, you know that." I say and he chuckles.

"Get her a Black Russian." Jethro says and I smile sweetly up at Tony.

"Hey, can I get a Black Russian and a bourbon over ice?" Tony asks.

I giggle as he lifts me up onto the bar, both of us level almost. I was still slightly short.

"Boss, you got to get some food in her. She's as light as a feather." Tony says.

"Oh stop!" I giggle, smacking his chest.

"Black Russian and bourbon over ice." The bartender says.

Tony hands me my drink and grabs his, both of us clinking our glasses together. He took a sip, but I down mine.

"Easy there, tigress." Tony chides.

"Give me yours." I say.

He hands me his, which solves the problem of his drink and not looking suspicious. I downed his, grinning.

"Want to go out back?" He asks.

"Does either of you have a sidearm?" Fornell questions.

"Inner thigh." I say.

"DiNozzo...if I find out that your hands go up my wife's skirt, you won't have to worry about a funeral." Jethro grunts.

"Come!" I exclaim, jumping off the bar and grabbing his hand.

We walk out the back, and I glanced back at Tony to catch the unsub following us.

"He'll be right behind us." I say.

"I ain't grabbing your sidearm. Gibbs will kill me." He says.

I reach a hand under my skirt, pulling my gun out of the holster before handing it to him which he shoved inside his jacket before he picks me up and pins me against the wall.

"Alright. Couples who drink and go to the back alley do what?" McGee asks.

I could see the eye roll. Tony looked nervous and I roll my eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses back as the backdoor opens. We pull away when we hear a click and see the unsub pointing a gun at us. Tony had my red lipstick all over his mouth and he slowly sat me down.

"Back away and give me that whore. God! Why can't you guys stop! Your constantly wrecking families. He came in here the other night with a girl. His wife." He snaps.

Ziva and Tony did go undercover the other night. For todays purposes. I reach my hand under Tony's jacket, my hand on the gun before I aim it at him.

"Only one person can call me a whore, and that's for pleasure purposes. Drop the weapon. Your coming with us." I say.

"Y/N! Didn't need to know that!" McGee groans.

"Dirty girl, for real. Jeesh. I didn't expect boss to be that way." Tony says, looking confused.

I could hear Jethro and Fornell chuckling on the other side as Ziva snickers.

"Always knew you were a dirty minded woman, Y/N/N." Ziva teases.

"He calls me other names and I call him some delightful names too." I say, grinning.

Tony cuffs the unsub who finally decided to drop his weapon. Jethro and Fornell walk out the back door and Jethro looks at me with a small smile and an amused expression.

"Really had to keep running your mouth, didn't you hon?" He asks.

"He called me a whore. I didn't like it. It's not like when you call me a whore." I tease.

"Alright. Coms off." McGee says quickly and I laugh.

Jethro puts his hand on my back and we begin walking out of the alleyway. Ziva was helping Tony wipe my lipstick off and I decided to touch up my lipstick. I hum, bobbing my head slightly.

"Hey, is she single?" I hear.

"Do you not see that man's hand on her back? And the wedding ring on her finger. She's happily married. I'd keep a distance if you don't want that man to shoot you in the ass. He's very possessive over her. And I think of her as a sister so get lost asshole." Tony snaps.

I smile, looking up at Jethro who also caught the conversation. He had a small smirk on his face and I walk away from him. Eager to get home.

I walk in, Jethro not far behind me. I walk to the kitchen, grabbing two beers. I glance up when I see him hovering in the doorway with clenched fists and an unreadable expression.

"What the hell was your problem today?" He asks.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." I say, shrugging with an innocent smile.

"The outfit. Teasing me. Flirting with people. The undercover op with Tony." He says.

"Jethro, tell me you didn't forget." I chide, walking towards him.

He watches me with those intense blue eyes and I stop in front of him, looping my arms around his neck.

"Elaborate." He demands and I huff.

"Last week. You stepped on my toes, Jet. And you thought I could let you get away with it...you thought." I say.

"Your one hell of a woman. You could of found another approach to seeking your revenge, hon. You flashed your ass today more times than I can count." He says.

"Thankfully I have a nice ass, Jethro." I say.

"My point exactly, besides I don't appreciate people staring at my woman." He says, his hands settling on my hips.

The tingles I felt were unreal. This man stirred a side I didn't know I had.

"Oh, Jethro. Green isn't your color. Who knew you could get jealous over little things." I tease.

"You are not a little thing. Your the most important part of my life. And I'm not ashamed I'm jealous. I have a smart, beautiful and feisty wife that everyone seems to want and I'm not very keen on the thought of losing you." He says.

"I love you, Jet." I murmur.

"I love you too, hon. But, get your ass upstairs. I'm going to get the coffee pot ready for tomorrow. We aren't getting much sleep tonight." He says and my heart speeds up.

"Really?" I ask excitedly.

He smirks, pulling away and walking towards the coffee pot. I push the skirt down while he's turned around pull the shirt off, left in my lingerie and heels before throwing the skirt and shirt at him.

I didn't miss the way he tensed before slowly turning to me. I grin slyly at him, loving how his eyes slowly roam over me. I loved the way they darkened and narrowed. His gaze was intense.

"Upstairs, now." He says.

"You better hurry, Jethro. I might get impatient." I tease before running out of the room.

I didn't miss his low chuckle and I knew that tonight was going to be a long one. But, I knew it was going to be a good night. It's been weeks, a few months, since we've been intimate.

[jennay]

Livestream

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Request: would love a fluffy best friends that totally have loved each other but are scared to admit, maybe do something like if he still streamed. I wish he still did occasionally. 😭♥️♥️

An: this had a little more angst then what I originally planned. Lol but I hope you all enjoy it! I'm living for the Noah requests. 🥰

Also as you can tell I know nothing about twitch. 😂

Noah master list

Warnings: cursing and angst…mostly fluff.

Words: about 2600

You perk up as you hear the door open and close, breaking the silence of the empty bar. You've been waiting for some customers to show up, hoping to make some decent tips today. You smile as you recognize the familiar faces of Noah and Nicholas.

You grab two glasses and greet them warmly. "My favorite customers! What can I get you?" You ask.

Nicholas hops on the stool next to Noah and scans the deserted place. "How's it going?" He says. "Where's the party at?"

You shrug and hand him a beer. "Covid, Nick… it's hard to get people out these days."

You glance at Noah, who is browsing the canned drinks. His long, dark hair frames his handsome face. You can't help but admire how cute he is, even though you would never tell him that. You and Noah have a platonic friendship, but it's not like any other. You have feelings for him, but you don't want to ruin what you have. You enjoy spending time with him, watching movies, playing games, and teasing him on his live streams. He took a while to figure out that you were the one leaving funny comments on his videos. He cracked up when he realized it was you, especially when you were doing it from his own bedroom.

Sometimes, you would catch him looking puzzled at the screen, wondering who was messing with him. "Who the fuck is this?" He would say, reading one of your messages. "They think they're hilarious."

"Hi sunshine, what are you in the mood for? Beer, white claw, mix drink?"

Noah tucks his hair behind his ears and points at a blackberry-white claw. "That sounds good. Can I have one of those?"

You nod and grab the can from the cooler. You pop it open and slide it over to him.

Conversing with them as you lean on the counter. "So, what's up with you guys today? Any big plans for the night?" You ask.

Noah sighs and takes a sip of his drink. "We just needed a break from the house. It's driving me crazy being stuck in there all the time." He says. "And we wanted to see our favorite bartender, of course!"

"I thought you were working on the album?"

Nicholas nods and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but then Jolly got into an argument with Noah. We had to pause."

You laugh and raise your eyebrow. You're not surprised that Noah was the problem. He may seem calm and quiet, but he's also a perfectionist who wants to do everything over and over again.

"Noah." You scold. "You're such a drama queen!"

He puts his drink down and leans forward, clasping his hands together as if he's about to confess something. But instead, he whispers, "Fuck off."

You giggle at his remark, rolling your eyes at him. "You're a man-child."

"And you love it." He teases. "Are you coming over after your shift?"

"Maybe."

Nicholas laughs as he watches you lean closer to Noah, pretending to be angry at him. You narrow your eyes and say, "I don't even like you."

Noah gasps and clutches his chest, acting hurt. "Fucking liar!" He exclaims. "You adore me!"

You lean back, crossing your arms over your chest. "What's in it for me?"

Nicholas stands, sneering, tired of the bickering between you and Noah, "I'm gonna use the pisser. Watch my drink, make sure Noah doesn't drug me."

"So," Noah says, smacking his hands on the counter jokingly, "Are you going to?" He asks eagerly, flashing his perfect white teeth in a hopeful smile. He leans closer to you, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can't." You bite your bottom lip. "Why do you want me to come over so bad anyway? That's the second time you've asked."

"Nothing." He laughs, "Sometimes I like your company when I stream. The crowd that gets on likes you."

"Probably because I'm amazing." You joke.

Noah takes a sip of his drink, watching you intently as you pick up some glasses to clean.

He sets his can down, "Probably." He agrees quietly but with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Hmm?" You question, not hearing him.

"Oh, I just said unlikely." He lies, smirking at you.

You set the glass down and glare at him, "Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you. You're pretty mean." You know Noah is teasing you, but sometimes you wonder if that's what he really thinks of you.

"You're sensitive as fuck today." His brow raises, but he doesn't ask why you might be feeling that way.

"Maybe you're being an asshole?"

When Nicholas arrives back at the bar, he can sense the tension between you. "What'd you pick a fight with (y/n) too?" His brown eyes look from you to Noah and to his drink. He quickly drinks the rest of it, glaring at Noah for whatever he did to annoy you. "C'mon. Don't be a dick. Let's get out of here." He flashes you a quick smile. "See ya later, (y/n)."

Noah smiles at you again, "Come over!" He doesn't wait for you to respond. He leaves you behind, waving as he exits.

You didn't go to Noah's house after work. Instead, you went home, made dinner, and cozied on the couch to watch a movie with your dog. You didn't bother texting him; his words had stung. You'd been a loyal friend to him for years, but he didn't seem to appreciate it.

Sometimes, it felt like you were a burden to him or a toy for his amusement. He treated you differently when his friends were around.

When you were alone, however, it was a different story. He was sweet and kind; Noah showered you affectionately, making your heart flutter. But as soon as one of his buddies showed up, he changed. He teased you mercilessly and acted like you were one of the guys. You hated it; you weren't one of the guys. You were a girl who had feelings for him.

Feelings that you wished would disappear, but they didn't. They clung to you like a shadow, haunting you every day. You hoped that maybe one day he would see you as more than a friend, but right now wasn't the right time.

You were just (y/n), his best friend who secretly loved him but would die before admitting it.

An idea clicked in your head; you knew he was streaming tonight. You run to your room, get your laptop, and plop back on the couch, ensuring not to squish your golden retriever, whose mighty perked up over your quick actions.

You're feeling mischievous today. You log into Twitch with a different username and no camera, ready to mess with Noah.

You find his invite and click on it, eager to see his reaction. He's live, looking handsome as ever in his glasses, sweater, and cat ear headphones. His long hair falls over his shoulders as he reads the chat. You pause for a moment, wondering if this is a good idea. But curiosity gets the better of you. You want to know what he says when he thinks you're not listening.

He answers a question from a fan, "Where's (Y/n)?" He shrugs and sips his drink, "I don't know. I think I pissed her off, so she's not joining me tonight. Maybe she'll show up later." He adjusts his glasses and reads another question, "I had a surprise for you guys tonight, but (Y/n) 's not here so no surprise."

You raise an eyebrow and type a question, "Maybe you should be nicer to her." You hit enter and bite your lip, waiting for him to notice. His eyes widen as he reads your message.

"Nicer to her!?" He exclaims, incredulous. "I'm always nice to her. She's one of my best friends." He looks at your username and frowns, "Who are you anyway?"

You smirk and reply, "You weren't very nice at the bar today."

He grins, realizing it's you, "Why are you hiding behind a fake account?"

You mute the movie playing in the background of your living room, amused by his reaction. You decide to play along. "I didn't know how mean I wanted to be. Maybe treat you how you treat me sometimes."

"You didn't even listen to what I said!" He rolls his eyes and laughs sarcastically, "If you're going to do this, you might as well show your pretty face." He challenges you. He glances at his follower count, which is rising rapidly. People love drama, and he knows it. He usually doesn't get this personal on a livestream, but he has some things he wants to say. "Besides, you started it when you said you didn't even like me!"

You scowl at the screen, annoyed by his words. How dare he act innocent? "I have to keep up with your assholeness!" You type back.

He shakes his head and sends you a link to join him on the stream. "You're not fooling anyone anymore. Just join me already."

You sigh, feeling the pressure. You switch to your main account and click the link he sent you. You allow your camera to turn on, and soon enough, your face appears next to his on the screen.

"Happy now?" You ask with more attitude than you intended.

He nods, smiling at the screen. "There you are."

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hands, "What do you want Noah? I don't really feel like talking to you right now."

He looks at you seriously, "Well, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."

You raise an eyebrow, curious and suspicious. "What?"

He takes a deep breath and says, "I don't want to be your friend anymore." He pauses, feeling nervous.

You instantly feel a gut-wrenching sickness in your stomach, "Fuck you!"

"Wait! Let me finish!" He quickly says. "I like you more than a friend. I've liked you since the day we met, and I've been trying to show you how I feel, but I guess I'm not very good at it and I get scared and I fuck up and then I tease you thinking it's flirting, but it's not working cause it's been four years, and you still haven't caught on, and I'm sorry if I ever hurt you or made you angry. That's never my intention. I just wanted to make you laugh and smile and be happy. I haven't said it directly because I was afraid to lose you, but now I feel like I'm losing you because I won't fucking say it."

You blink, stunned by his words. You don't know what to say or how to react. You look at the chat, which is going wild with comments and emojis. Some are cheering for him, teasing him, and shipping you two.

You realize that he just confessed his feelings for you to thousands of people. You look back at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke or a prank. But he seems sincere and nervous, waiting for your response.

You feel your heart beating faster and your face heating up. You wonder if he can hear it through the microphone. You open your mouth, but no words come out. You're speechless.

"God, dammit, Noah. I'm facetiming you. Get off your live."

You're nervous and excited as you sit beside Noah on his Twitch stream. It's been a week since he confessed his feelings for you. You've decided to go public with your relationship, and you're ready to face his fans' reactions.

You sway back and forth in your chair, waiting for the screen to load. Noah rests his hand on your leg, giving you a gentle squeeze. "You OK?" He asks, looking at you with concern.

You nod your head, smiling at him. "Yeah. I'm good. Are you sure you want to tell everyone now?" You ask, feeling a bit nervous.

He nods, grinning at you. "It's been a week. I think they've waited long enough." He says, referring to the cliffhanger he left on his last stream.

He pulls you closer to him and kisses your cheek. You giggle and lean on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

The computer dings, and the chat has started. You pull your head back from Noah's tattooed arm and sit straight, ready to face the camera. Hundreds of messages pop up on the screen, asking about you and Noah, wondering if you're together or not.

Noah looks at you with a reassuring smile and wraps his arm around your waist. He leans in and whispers in your ear, "Ready to do this, babe?" He calls you by the nickname he gave you when you started dating. You feel affection for him and nod, blushing. He kisses your forehead and turns to the camera, greeting his fans.

"Hey guys, welcome! I hope you're all doing well. As you can see, I have a special guest with me today." He says, gesturing to you. "My now girlfriend." He announces proudly, making your heart skip a beat. He looks at you with love in his eyes and smiles. "Say hi, babe."

You wave at the camera and say hi, feeling shy but happy. You see the chat explode with comments, some congratulating you two, some expressing shock or disbelief, some asking questions or making jokes.

You feel overwhelmed by the attention, but Noah holds you tight and makes you feel safe. He answers some of the questions from the fans, what he likes about you, what you love about him.

Noah tells them about the surprise he had planned for them on the night he confessed his feelings for you: He was going to sing a song for you on the stream, which he wrote for you. He says he still wants to do it if you don't mind.

You nod, feeling touched by his gesture. He smiles and kisses your nose, making you giggle. He grabs his guitar from behind him and strums a few chords.

Clearing his throat, he starts singing about how much you mean to him and how happy you make him. Some other sappy things that you weren't expecting from him.

He looks at you as he sings, making eye contact every few seconds. You feel tears as you listen to his beautiful voice and heartfelt lyrics.

You smile and mouth, "I love you."

He smiles back and mouths, "I love you too." He finishes the song and puts down his guitar. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek. He turns to the camera and says goodbye to his fans, thanking them for their support and kind words.

He says he'll see them next time, but he wants to spend some time with his girlfriend. Noah winks at the camera and ends the stream.

He turns off the computer and looks at you with a sweet expression. "How was that?"

"That was amazing." You say sincerely, holding your hands to your heart nearly melting.

"I'm glad you liked it."

You snuggle into his chest and sigh contentedly, throwing your legs over his lap. You gently grab the sides of his face and kiss him, feeling like you're living your best dream. "It was perfect."

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 18: chess and suspicious minds

Requested by: @magical-spit

Table of contents

I tossed and turned in Emmett's bed. He was gone hunting with Jasper and we all knew he needed to blow off some steam. It didn't help the fact I sat there with millions of thoughts running threw my head.

After about ten minutes I claimed out of bed and walked down the flight of stairs that lead to the main room of the house. The house really was gorgeous, I've never seen a design quite like it.

I was quite as I traved through the house, not wanting to disturb anyone. I went to the unused kitchen and got a glass of water in hopes to calm my brain down.

“are you okay?” I soft voice said suddenly. I flinched and carlisle put his hands up with a soft smile. “sorry, I didn't mean to scare you”

He set his book down on the counter as I rinsed my cup out. “where is everyone?” I asked. “out hunting and my wife left to send some disings in for work”

I nodded softly, still slightly out of it. Carlisle titled his head as he studied my troubled face. “something on your mind?”

I didn't know what to say. Dr. Cullen was still a stranger to me but at the sametime I felt like I could trust him, but I shrugged. Carlisle nodded and set infront of me.

“perhaps would could play a game? It might take your mind off things”

“okay” I nodded. Carlisle smiled softly and grabbed a red and white chess board. We played in silence for a while, it was a comforting silence but enough was enough.

“I just got a little freaked out by Emmett's driving tonight is all... He was angry at some guys that tried to jump me and Rose” I said moving my queen towrds one of his pawns.

“Emmett told me... He was afraid he was gonna kill them... Fall off the wagon and drink human blood.” carlisle said.

“my parents died in a car crash... Me and Owen almost didn't make it our selves” I said, Carlisle's gold eyes traveled to me giving me soft expression. “I'm tired of feeling so crappy everytime I think about them... I try to think of the good stuff but it doesn't help”

“it will hurt for a while... That's a given, but after a while it'll hurt less when you think about them” Carlisle said.

“my mom passed away giving birth to me, so I can't really tell you I know how you feel” carlisle sighed. “as terrible as it sounds I gotten used to loss during my 200+ years of living”

“I'm sorry” I whispered. Carlisle smiled softly. “nothing to be sorry about... And you win” he said folding his hands on the table. Staring the the board that held my victory.

I chuckled. “yeah...thanks for the talk Dr. Cullen”

“please... Call me carlisle” he smiled. “and you have a lot of people still looking out for you including us.

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It was Saturday so I spent most of the day with the cullens. We didn't do much, mostly watched movies and talked. The best thing about today was when Edward showed me the song he wrote for Bella, Edward was a hopeless romantic and its adorable.

Later that night I came home to Charlie and owen watching the Red Soxs game “hey, how was the sleepover with the Cullen girls?” Charlie asked.

“it was nice” I said setting my bag by the door. “Bella's looking for you” Charlie said taking a sip of his beer.

Before I could move Bella called out from her room. “Y/n!” I rolled my eye and went up stairs to Bella's room.

“you bellowed?” I asked opening the door after entering. “I think Emmett and Edward are vampires... Or at least Edward” my eyes widened and I quickly latched the door.

“keep your voice down... And why would you think that?” I asked setting on her bed. She grabed her Labtop pushed in my face. “Edward has done all of this or he has one of theses traits”

“Bella this is insane” I said not wanting to out my boyfriend and best friend. Bella sighed and snapped her Labtop shut.

“Edward is your best friend and Emmett's your boyfriend, your telling me you haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary?”

“Edward is just out of the ordinary, we all know that” I joked. Bella sighed and grabbed a hared back book about the mine and Sam's tribe leadgens. “I'm being serious!”

“Bella, there are no such thing as vampires” Bella rolled her eyes. “I thought you of all people would believe me”

I couldn’t tell her she was right, I didn't even know if she would keep it a secret. She couldn't know about the creatures that roam our world.

I stood up with a sigh. “I'm going to bed Bella”

When got to my room I saw Emmett lying on my bed reading one of my Harry Potter books. I smiled closing my door. “making ourselves at home, are we?”

He smirked and snapped the book cosed. “I missed you” he said holding his arms out. I rolled my eyes and cuddled into his chest. “you saw me all day today”

“it wasn't long enough” he said wrapping his arms around me. “your such a sap”

“only for you” he said kissing the top of my head. “Bella knows” Emmett sighed.

“she's suspicious” I said into his chest. “we'll let Eddie deal with this one”

“agreed” Emmett said running his fingers through my hair. Before I knew it I was fast asleep on his chest with the thoughts of Bella knowing the truth running through my head.

A/n: sorry this was so short, but I promised I'd have a new chapter out.

[dianneking]

The Set-Up - Miranda/Reader (Top of the Lake: China Girl)

Crossposted on AO3 - if you prefer to read it there, follow this link!

Summary: Reader is crushing hard on Miranda, and yet somehow ends up on a date with Robin organized by none other than Miranda herself. Light angst, mostly Miranda being a hot mess tbh.

Tags: Mutual pining, jealousy, fake relationship, spying on people, Miranda being a clueless hot mess (as per canon), lil’ bit of angst, matchmaker!Robin, height difference, smoking, present tense, second person pov, ungendered reader.  Words: 3767

The Set-Up

You watch as Miranda enthusiastically waves goodbye at Detective Griffin before coming to lean against the wall by your side. Wordlessly you offer her a cigarette out of your pack, and she accepts with a muttered Thank you, sticking it immediately between her lips and lighting it up. Maybe it’s because you are somewhat more tired, maybe it’s because today she looks particularly happy and it tugs at something deep within you, but today’s the day where you throw caution to the wind and ask her what you have been ruminating on for quite some time.

"So, what's the deal with you and Griffin, huh?"

"We're on another case together. It's a good one."

"Only that?"

"What else?"

"Come on, Hilmarson, are you really going to make me ask?"

"I... I don't understand what you mean."

"You two seem pretty close, that is all."

"We sorted out our differences."

"Isn't that just great?"

"What's wrong with you today? You are being more waspish than usual. Didn’t take enough smoke breaks?"

"Don’t try to change the subject. Are congratulations in order? Are you two an item now?"

"What? No!"

"...if you say so."

"We really aren't! She's like my sister or something. Is that what was pissing you off?"

"Of course not! Why would I care if you and Griffin were hitting it off?"

"Oh my god, it is. You are jealous."

"No I'm not"

"You so are!"

"Am not"

"Are too!"

"Piss off!"

You shove her playfully, but doing so makes you painfully aware of your height difference, and you feel suddenly very small and nervous. If your crush for Miranda is so evident that even herself can call you out on it, you are worse off than you thought you were.

You try to sneak a glance up at her, and you see her beautiful face corrugated in a frown, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. Has she already figured out everything? Maybe you should consider making a tactical retreat before you dig yourself too deep into a hole. But at the same time, you are not willing to give up any time the two of you spend together.

Damn. She's so out of your league it's not even funny, you think, watching how the warm glow of the afternoon sun shines through her blonde eyelashes. You should probably have been more careful in letting your feelings known, you think as the silence stretches on uncomfortably. Now there's going to be that embarrassed little dance of her trying to let you down and you telling her that it's okay (it's not), you understand (you do), and that you hope you two can still be friends (you really, really do). You are not ready to give up your smoke breaks spent together, all the laughter, the jokes, the heart to heart talks. Miranda is the brightest part of your day, and you'll be damned if you'll do anything to hurt your friendship.

 "Hey I... I think you might have a chance, you know?"

"What?" You barely manage to choke out. Is she…

"Yeah, Robin is single you know. And you are witty and smart like her, you two would get on like a house on fire."

Oh no.

The implications of that sentence hit you like a cold shower. Is she really that clueless or is it some sort of joke? She's not the person to purposefully try to hurt you by mocking your crush, you know her well enough for that. You know she means well, and yet your heart sinks as surely as a rock in cold water. She's totally misunderstood, but that in itself is an answer.

"Miranda, that's not..."

"You know what? I can set you two up for a date!" She whips her phone out before you can try to get in a word, her tongue peeking out of her lips in a show of concentration as she types away. You try your best not to stare at her mouth as she does so, but you are entranced. So much so that you miss your only occasion to stop her.

"There you go!" she announces with a satisfied smile as the phone pings with Griffin's answer "She says she's up for grabbing lunch with you at Tony's tomorrow if you pay for it."

You try to swallow your disappointment, but it stays as a bitter knot in your throat. She might not be dating her detective partner, but she for sure isn't interested in you, if she's so quick to try set you up with her. She looks down at you, with so much excitement shining on her face that for a moment you get lost in those sparkling blue eyes. She's so gorgeous, and sunny, and kind. You really cannot be blamed for falling for her. It's just your usual rotten luck that she only sees you as a friend. So much so as to play matchmaker for you.

And you are so desperately in love with her that you cannot bring yourself to burst her bubble, to be the reason that her infectious smile drops from her lips, and so you don’t say anything. You don’t tell her that when the two of them storm through the station on their way to another case, or when they lean together, their heads close as they look at the computer screen together, it is not Griffin that you can’t take your eyes off from.

"So, what do you say?"

"Uhm…sure, I guess…"

“But of course, that’s what friends are for, isn’t it? You go get your girl!”

You shrug, trying to squash down the hurt that the word friend carries. You might as well go to this lunch with Griffin, hopefully you might be able to pull out of her whether Miranda is seeing someone else. Not that that would change much, would it? You should start trying to resign yourself to the fact that you really have no chance with her.

Also, Miranda looks positively giddy with excitement at having set the two of you up. Not when she has so resolutely stated that she only thinks of you as a friend. You are not going to make a fool of yourself confessing feelings that won’t be welcome and would only make your interactions awkward. Grabbing a bite with Griffin is for sure the lesser embarrassment of the two. Or at least the least damaging for your friendship. Because even if you can't have Miranda as your girlfriend, you are going to fight tooth and nail not to lose her as a friend.

 You only hope that Griffin won't be an arse about it.

“Why are we even here? Didn't you have a huge crush on Miranda?”

Obviously, it had been too much to ask for.

“...”

“I’ll take that as a yes. So why let her set you up with me?”

“If you knew that already, why did you agree to this date?”

“I wanted some free lunch.”

“Oh wow. Way to make someone feel appreciated, Griffin.”

“And I was curious.”

“Were you?”

“Yeah, I wanted to see what she sees in you.”

“Nothing much, probably, if she tried to peddle me to you at the first chance she got.”

You try to keep the bitterness out of your tone, but you still bite viciously into your sourdough sandwich, and you can hear Griffin scoff.

“Oh please, it's obvious that she's pining for you just as much as you are for her.” You can feel yourself burning with embarrassment. Still better than the alternative, you remind yourself. It's just a lunch.

“I might even believe you if she hadn’t just put me firmly in the friendzone, so please, Griffin, can you drop this and just enjoy your free food?"

 Miranda tries not to feel guilty as she peeks beyond the wall corner to watch her two colleagues through the window of the café. She just wants to see how the date goes, that's all. Since she's the one who made it possible and all of that, she feels somewhat responsible for it. Like a fairy godmother for your budding relationship. Her friend and her work partner hitting it off…that has to be a good match, right?

Everybody agrees that Robin is the absolute best detective in the station. And you...well, you deserve nothing but the best. And if you two work it out, she won't have to share her free time between the two of you, right? The three of you will be able to hang out together all the time, and all will be just grand. One big happy family.

She can see the two of you in conversation, and cannot help the nervous tapping of her fingers on the wall she's hiding behind. She can see you shrug, an embarrassed grimace on your face. She can see how red your ears have turned - she can't get over how cute you are when you blush. For all of your tough talk, she thinks affectionately, you really are just a big softie. Have you already told Robin of your crush for her?

What will her reaction be?

Maybe Robin will reject you, and of course Miranda will be there to help you through your heartbreak, to comfort you as you had done for her when her affair – it’s a relationship, babe – with Adrian had crumbled like a sandcastle built too close to the ocean. Because that’s what friends do for each other, right? And Miranda is very happy to be your friend.

She absolutely is.

Really.

It's just that…

It's just that sometimes she allows her mind to run free, and she finds herself wondering how it would feel for once to hold your hand as you lean against the wall outside the station side by side, how your hair would feel if she buried her hands in it, how your lips would taste if she were to… No. She really shouldn’t. You're her friend, and she's pretty sure normal people don’t think about kissing their friend.

Unless they have romantic feelings for their friend. And she surely doesn't. Does she?

…

Fuck.

She totally has romantic feelings for you.

How hasn't she noticed? How long has she been feeling this way towards you and mistaking it for friendship? Suddenly she feels like bashing her head against the rough brick wall. How could she have been so dumb? She has even helped to set you up with Robin! Wow, good job, Hilmarson. Great. Couldn't she have realised it like two days ago? Even for her standards - she's the first to admit that she has messed up multiple times in her life - that's one major cock-up.

 “See? She's totally into you as well, she's even spying on our date.”

“That might just be because she is curious. If she wanted me, why would she try to set me up with you? Come on, Griffin, you must be smarter than this. Aren't you supposed to be the best detective in Australia or something?”

“Ha-ha, such a flatterer. Look, I know what I’m seeing. And lucky for you, I’ve got an idea.”

“Lord help us all.”

“What if I pretended to go along with it?”

“Griffin, I am flattered, but I thought we had already been over how I'm not interested in you.”

“That's why I said pretended, genius. She’ll see us together, get jealous and realize her feelings for you.”

“She won't. You might be a decent detective, but you suck at relationship advice. Oi! Remove your hand from mine, this is ridiculous.”

 She shouldn't still be here, Miranda thinks, and yet she can't seem to be able to rip her eyes away from the way Robin has grasped your hand above the coffee table, her face opening in a lopsided smile.

This isn't fun anymore. Not since she's realised how badly she has fucked up in helping you two out. Miranda swallows, her eyes never leaving Robin as she slides out of her side of the booth and moves to sit beside you. She's never seen that sort of playful grin on Robin's face, unless she was totally hammered, and to see it when she's sober, and on a date with you of all people… Robin wants you too, doesn't she?

Well, of course she does. I mean, look at you, you are lively, smart, funny, attractive, and Robin might be many things, but she for sure isn’t blind or stupid. She has to know how much of a catch you are.

Miranda can only watch helplessly as Robin - the same Robin who refuses all sort of affectionate contact, struggling to even hug her own daughter - is leaning into you, nuzzling your neck, and whispering something in your ear. You jolt up as if electrocuted, and turn towards her, shock clear on your face. What has she said to you? Miranda feels like she's going insane, stuck on the outside looking in.

And then Robin chooses that moment to plant a kiss square on your lips.

Miranda turns tail and flees.

 “What the fuck, Griffin?”

“It's gonna work, trust me. I know Miranda.”

  Miranda leans against the wall next to the station, in what over the years she has come to think of as your spot. If she closes her eyes, she can almost fool herself into thinking you’re by her side, as you always are, cigarette dangling from your lips, always ready with a sarcastic quip, or a funny retort. Except you're not there. You're still on your stupid happy date, that she had pushed you into, like the moron she is.

She's been chainsmoking since she came back from spying on you, and the longer it takes for you to come back, the more harshly she pulls in the smoke between her teeth, trying to lessen her stress. Trying not to picture what you and Robin could be doing that's taking the both of you so damn long.

She tries to ignore the painful constriction of her heart at what her traitorous mind conjures up. The mere thought of Robin's small hands safely ensconced in your bigger ones, of her mouth exploring yours as Miranda had been dreaming of doing even before she recognized her feelings for you, of the two of you hugging or worse, makes her want to scream at the top of her lungs and hit something.

But she can't.

You're her friend, she should want you to be happy, shouldn't she? And if that means stepping aside and supporting you in your relationship with Robin, of course she'll do just that. Because Robin is the one you're interested in and there's nobody on earth Miranda can think is more different from her than Detective Griffin. Robin simply is everything Miranda has never been: petite, professional, smart, careful and precise. It's no wonder you like her and not big, clumsy, helpless Miranda.

Miranda, who's a terrible friend and cannot even support you wholeheartedly in your new budding relationship.

Miranda shakes her head, dropping the butt of her cigarette to the ground and moodily stepping on it. She should be happy for you, should be grateful to be allowed to be your friend, it's not like she has  a whole lot of those anyways. The sooner she starts to accept the fact that there's no hope for anything more between you two, the better it'll be for her poor heart.

She just didn't expect it to hurt so much.

But what's taking you so long? Is that how it's going to be from now on? You and Robin, so wrapped in each other that you forget about Miranda, leaving her alone once again, cast aside, begging for scraps of affection from her friends?

She can feel the tears filling her eyes at the mere thought.

 "You're back! How…how did it go?"

Miranda’s smile is too big, her eyes too watery for it to be sincere. For the first time you allow yourself to hope against all hopes that maybe, maybe Robin has a point.

But maybe you are just seeing what you want to see.

“Are you alright, Miranda?" Her laugh is high, nervous and ends up in a sort of hiccup as she clumsily claps you on the shoulder, rocking you with the strength of the impact.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be, there’s a new, blooming romance in the station! And between my best friend and my partner, to boot! Isn't that just grand? Are you gonna tell all the others about it, or should I tell them and save you the pain?”

Her happy-go-lucky voice is so fake it twists your heart and almost makes you miss what she has said.

“Nonono, there will be no telling anything to the others!”

The last thing you need is for the whole fucking station to think you and Griffin are an item. You wouldn’t hear the end of it. It’s already bad that Miranda thinks that. And hopefully you can somehow clear that up.

“Is that something Robin asked you? Does she want to keep you as her dirty little secret? You shouldn’t settle for that! You deserve more!” She gesticulates wildly at this, her hands cutting the air with agitated gestures, as she defends your honor against imaginary slights.

“That’s not it, Miranda. It’s just-“ But she cuts you off before you can get a word in.

“You shouldn't hide your feelings! You two are totally made for each other. Go be unapologetically together!”

"Why are you so adamant in pushing us together?" You finally snap, irritatedly. She's not making any sort of sense. She's trying so hard to get the two of you together even if it's obvious that she's not happy in the least about it. And even though you are starting to think more and more that this might all be a huge misunderstanding, it cuts to hear the woman you love trying so hard to set you up with someone else. What if Robin wasn’t right? What if Miranda really only saw you as a friend and nothing more?

"What do you mean? Didn't the date go well? You sure looked like you were hitting it off pretty well, and you took your sweet time, too." She mutters the second part softly, as if it has come out of her mouth without her really wanting to, then promptly blushes a deep red.

You always found her adorable when she blushed.

"Miranda, I need to know it, why were you spying on us?"

"Oh god, you saw me? I… Uhm I…I just happened to drop by Tony's, I had totally forgotten that the two of you were there. So I uhm hid, because I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for you. Hehe, that’s all."

"Is… Is it possible that you might like me?" You throw all caution to the wind because really, at this point you need a clear answer.

"No!" She answers too quickly "Of course not! You are my friend. I like you as a friend!" Hope stirs once again, but you don't dare to believe it quite yet. Not while she keeps denying everything.

"Miranda, you are many good things, but you are a terrible liar."

She suddenly rights herself from where she was leaning against the wall and makes as if to move towards the station.

"Well, I…I need to go. I just realized that my lunchbreak was over like five minutes ago and I-"

You stop her, a hand on her wrist, and a pleading tone to your voice.

"No, please. Stay. I…"

She stops, but she stays with her back to you. When she speaks, her voice wavers ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, I know what you want to say.”

“You…do? ‘Cause it seems to me that this is all a huge misunderstanding.”

“Of course. A misunderstanding. Sure, that’s one way to put it. Just another big clumsy mess, made by big clumsy Miranda. I guess we’re used to it by now, aren’t we?”

She turns now, and you are shocked to see tears streaking down her face.

“That’s not what-“

“It's OK,” she interrupts you once again, angrily wiping the wetness off her face as she looks at you with a solemn, sad look into those beautiful big blue eyes of hers, “I know that you like Robin, I would never do anything to ruin your chance with her. You really make a perfect couple, I am serious about it. I just need a little time to adjust.” Her voice is picking up speed, as if it's impossible to stop now that she's started, “I am so grateful to have you as a friend, it's not like I expected you to return my feelings. Hell, I didn't recognise them for what they are until I saw the two of you together. And I would never let something like that ruin our friendship. Everything can stay perfectly the same, even if you are with Robin and…and I know I am a terrible friend that has fallen for you after setting you up with your crush but I want you to be happy and please don't hate me."

You blink under the onslaught of words she's unleashed on you, and when she abruptly stops, all that can be heard in the small alley to the side of the station is her heavy breathing, as if she had just run a marathon. Her shoulders are shaking and you can't see her face, dipped as it is into her collarbone in shame.

Your heart breaks at seeing her like this, at the sheer thought that Miranda could believe even for one second that you hate her.

You stand right in front of her, cradling her red, downturned face in your hands, tilting it ever so slightly up from where it was staring at the pavement, so you can once again look directly into her beautiful blue eyes, now swimming with tears and swirling emotions.

She's such a mess, you think affectionately. But she's a lovely mess with the biggest of hearts, and you wouldn’t want her any other way.

"Miranda, I could never ever hate you. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I… I think I love you."

"As…as a friend?"

"No, dearest, no, not as a friend."

And you hope there's no mistaking your intentions now as you press your lips to hers in a kiss that the both of you have been daydreaming about for way too long to admit.

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[eldritch-spouse]

oh my good woah wait sybastian giving the ickiest grossest hottest fucking head of your life by just wrapping his jaws around the majority of your lower torso and just letting his tongue go at it. i’m fucking dying here (maybe literally if he gets a little too rough….) that’s so GROSS AND HOT!!!!!!!!!

[Fem reader. Involves squirting.]

Living with a mimic is...

Well, a trip. To say the least.

You still remember the first couple of days where it felt like you were constantly being watched, like there was no respite from Syb's eyes. You didn't even want to risk laying on your bed, what if he had replaced it? What would he do to you then? It wasn't clear to you at the time, given how scared and confused you were, but those instances were just your lover being playful. Thinking he was funny, when really, he was scaring the soul out of you.

Nowadays, after a lot of communication and chastising from your part, Sybastian acts a lot more normally about his impish moods, and you no longer have to feel like you're being hunted in your own living space. You understand mimics need to, well, mimic- It's part of their nature, and you know better than to try to fundamentally change your goofy partner. You just prefer to be warned or at least greeted upon coming home.

Mostly to avoid going outside in a mad search for him, only to return to the bastard howling with laughter on your floor.

So it gets a bit of a frown on your face when you set your bags down and the house is silent. Usually, he'd stumble right up to you, all purrs and rumbles and sloppy wet laps to cleanse the smell of strangers off you. There's a click of the tongue.

" Syb... "

Nothing.

" Sybastian! "

It's been a long day and you really don't have the time for games. In fact, you're pretty exasperated, you just want to eat something and go to sleep. Forget today even happened.

" Gangly jackass... "

Tired legs drag you towards the fridge. Upset and distracted as you are, you could never hope to spot the small gray tendrils hovering on the bottom, the way to doors seem a little stickier than usual. You open the appliance with little forethought and vapidly blink at the empty dark space where groceries should lie- Until something wet clashes with your face immediately.

Right. There he is.

A slobbery large tongue laves from chest to forehead. This gross greeting the mimic's so very fond of. You groan, head leaning away though already vastly drooled. " Eugh, you're so gross! "

Beady yellow eyes crease in joy, rows of teeth connected to the borders of the "fridge", two lean hands sprout from its confines and attempt to pull you in for more sloppy kisses.

" No no no! " You chastise playfully, slapping their limbs away. " No games today, I'm tired Syb. "

He whines, a high-pitched sound for such a gargantuan creature. The moment you step back to undo your hair tie, the mimic quickly morphs into his usual shape, leaning to sniff your hair.

" I'm sweaty. " You warn, though he seems far from concerned, rumbling.

Shackled hands lower to poke at your clothes, tickling and scratching in a manner that usually gets you to giggle and squirm. Today however, you just sigh.

" Sad... "

His low baritone, albeit raspy, jolts you. Guess you're really bad at hiding it, huh? Or maybe, it's been so long that he knows your moods like the back of his palm.

" Yeah... Shitty day. " You shrug, wanting to turn the TV on and zone out for a while. " I'm gonna watch some mo- "

A large, bony hand clasps onto your forearm, tugging you back the moment you start taking steps towards the living room. " Syb, buddy- " You start, irritated. " There's no time to play, I already- "

He shakes his head at you, pulling harder until you smack into him a tad roughly.

" Sybastian?! " He's being unreasonable without motive.

More tongue-filled smooches are peppered on your face, the mimic whining with each embrace, clearly upset that you're being cold to him out of nowhere. You want to stay mad, but he's just a big puppy of a monster, it's hard. That leaves you with nothing to do about your frustrations but slump on his grasp, which the monster is very happy about. The more he licks at you, the more he's testing the waters.

Because, one curious thing you found about mimics is that, apparently, their tongues are very sensitive. And that makes sense, it's through them that these beings end up learning about the word surrounding them. That complex muscle has more nerve endings than most would guess, and the repeated lapping of a perceived mate is more akin to foreplay than anything else for a mimic.

That's why Sybastian likes kissing so much. You offer a single peck to that overly large blue-ish muscle before protesting. " Alright alright, I'm not mad at you. Come on... "

But the tall entity shakes its head again. " Make better...? "

Courtesy of his broken English, it's often hard to understand what Syb is trying to convey. You squint at the mimic. The chest that makes up its head grins at you and he opens it wide, patting the flat of his tongue in the same way you'd invite a guest to take a seat on your couch.

Oh.

Oh.

" Syb, I dunno... " It's certainly very sweet of him to offer, but you don't feel like returning the favor later and you don't want to feel like a burden just because the mimic thinks he needs to fix your bad mood.

" Down. " He requests again, you catch the very first hints of interest nudging at his scant loincloth.

Even if you attempt to stay silent a couple more moments out of pure resilience, having Sybastian sink to his knees on the floor like a pleading peasant does you in. " ... Fine. "

He coos gleefully, already tugging at your pants insistently. You have to bat those rough hands away and take over, stripping your bottoms while the monster wastes no time, dirty hand eaching under his cloth to eagerly stroke himself. He was never good at waiting, though it hardly matters, when his lengthy oral more than makes up for quickies.

The way he bores holes into your naked pussy is flattering beyond belief. Syb looks at you like you're the only woman he's seen in years. The prettiest thing to grace his eyes. It makes you feel so confident and hot. You can't help but tease a little, playing with yourself for a bit, more for him than for you really.

The male makes a whimpering moan, panting, squeezing himself and crawling closer to you in pleading. Your reply is to laugh and let him clean the wetness off your hand, quickly getting tugged into a laying position on the floor.

It's cold and not that comfortable, for sure, though you're far from concerned when your legs are swiftly grasped. Sybastian lifts them off the ground entirely and drapes them over his arms, safely shielded from misaligned, pointed teeth.

There's a guttural sort of snort over your cunt, and you can tell he's scenting again, taking in the arousal.

" Start easy- !!! "

Easy your ass, the lash to your bare cunt silences you immediately, that roving muscle enthused to slurp your pussyjuice before it's nudging folds apart and bumping over your clit with a delicious pressure that has you quickly pushing back.

" Ah! Did you miss me or sommf- Something? "

Your only response is the mimic's chest-mouth parting further, hot breath fanning your genitals as he purposely traces your opening, lubing it up for the first plunge. You're not sure if his groan is one of satisfaction or confirmation.

" Hhrn- God! "

It should be illegal to have a tongue as fat and long as his, because Sybastian wastes no time at all trying to sheathe as much of it inside you as he can- Greedy to have you clench around him, practically purring with delight. Splatters of drool fall to the floor when the mimic harshly undulates the muscle against every part of your walls. The strength behind it is impressive, rocking your lower body and forcing you to sing for him.

You can barely do a thing, already senseless mush in his grasp, hands rising to nudge your shirt up and grasp at your own breasts, gazing down at the bump of his clapper inside you. Massive.

With a slurred, desperate grunt, Sybastian is shifting to grab your thighs and push you closer, the resulting position has you near vertical, legs spread out, forced to stare upwards at the monster who is now able to reach much deeper much more easily. Through the darkness in that large chest, you can spot Syb's eyes slitted in pleasure, every messy glob of drool now cascading to your stomach and pooling on your chest, cooling there.

He doesn't need to, but the mimic bobs his head anyway, adding heft to already powerful motions. Frenzied from the taste alone, Syb stops to occasionally lather your clit, mons and ass before dipping back in just as furiously. His enthusiasm is something you'll never get tired of.

The growing chills of sensation creeping up your form snowball into a jarring orgasm that takes the two of you by surprise, causing you to comically bump your head on the ground as you throw it back to whine and cry, a sudden gush of fluid landing all over the monster's appendage.

He grunt-moans in shock, apparently very pleased, the nasty noise of the mimic slurping all you have to offer forcing the most embarrassed keens out of you. One hand drops your thigh to quickly flick your sensitive bud, wanting to force more cum out of you but only achieving a couple of weak dribbles and potent aftershocks that have you kicking out.

" Stah- AH! That's- Enough! "

Sybastian manages to torture a second orgasm out of you, weaker, but turning you to wet, saliva-stinking putty in his hands.

" Good..! Cum more? " Syb asks expectantly even as he scoops up your decidedly gross-looking body.

" No. " You wheeze, laughing in an airy sort of bliss. This did make you feel better. " Not yet. "

Sybastian just chuffs, tongue zipped back inside his mouth while he sits the two of you down on the couch comfortably.

" Thanks, sweetie. " You murmur, hearing him purr louder.

The monster is harder than diamonds, you can feel it, though it speaks volumes of his consideration that he's not bringing that up. So far.

It takes a while before a coherent thought materializes in your brain. It's a concerning one.

" Hey, Sybastian? "

The mimic hums wordlessly, blinking at you.

" What the fuck did you do to my fridge? "

...

His mouth snaps shut.

[channieissocute125]

Hello, I found a Lee Minho and ler Jisung fic.

Since minho is a person who likes to do sports exercises, he mostly spends his time in the gym.

And that day, while he was spending time at the gym, Jisung was with him and guided him.

But Jisung thinks of something naughty while Minho is doing a "reverse grip lat pull down."

You've probably heard of this, but if you haven't, you can research it because you'll understand what I'm talking about.

He takes Minho's phone and puts Minho's phone on top of the other weights while Minho pulls the weight. and like this minho couldn't drop the weights.

Jisung tickled him.

I know this sounds cruel, but of course Jisung leaves Minho's phone without letting it break.

(I hope you understand and I hope you can do this when you are free. Thank you.)

(if you haven't heard of the tool, this is the tool)

Okay first of all, this put me in a huge lee mood. ANYWAY

The perfect Revenge

"Jisung-ah" Lee Know half pouted. He was in the mood to annoy the other like always.

"I'm gonna work out, wanna come?"

"Sure, I think it's so sexy seeing you without a shirt on, all sweaty."

"Oh yeah?" Lee Know tried to hide the fact he was blushing.

Of course all the teasing and flirting was more of a joke than anything, but for some reason it always made Lee Know feel loved. Han had always been there for him and was part of the reason he had debuted in the first place.

When they got inside the workout room, Han was pleased to see they were the only ones in there. This gave him a perfect opportunity to get Minho back for all the times he tickled him. (Not like he didn't like it.)

"Okay" *sigh* "I'm gonna work out my back muscles today. What're you doing Jisung?"

"I'm thinking an intense workout, I need the dopamine."

What the younger didn't tell the other was that he was doing an intense workout because it would naturally be shorter. Then, when he finished, the dancer would still be working out he could put his plan into action.

When Jisung got off the rowing machine, he was happy, but exhausted. He had beat his own record.

"Hyung, guess what?"

"Huh?"

"I beat my old record!"

"Oh good job Hanji!"

"Thanks hyung! I think I should celebrate what do you think?"

"Definitely! You deserve it"

What Lee Know didn't know was that what Han meant by "celebrate" was a bit different than he was thinking. Han was going to tickle the older in the most cruel but fun way possible.

"Ahhh thanks hyung!"

At that, he took the bunny's phone and put it under the weights he was currently lifting up.

"JISUNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"oh, you'll see"

Right when Lee Know didn't think it could get any worse, the unimaginable happened - Jisung tickled him.

"NO STOP PLEASE hahahaha"

"Is that all you've got? I think I need better than that, that just won't do"

"NOHOHO PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS SO UNFAIR HAHAHA"

"I know it's unfair, that's the best part"

"STOP I CANT LIFT IT ANYMORE"

At that, Jisung removed Lee Know's phone from under the weights and let him safely put them down. Then, he began tickling the older again.

"nohohohoho pleasee"

"This is for all the times you tickled me"

"B-but you like it"

"I know, but I also like tickling you"

The teasing was too much for the older to take, he layed back into Jisung's body and let the younger tickle him.

"Awww, I see you you're not fighting anymore. Does that mean you like it?"

"NOHOHOHO I'm too tired"

"Oh, that's even better!"

Jisung took advantage of the fact that the dancer couldn't fight anymore and went for the kill.

"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA WAIT STOP HAHAHAHA"

Jisung stopped, seeing how out of breath Lee Know was.

"That was so mean"

"But you deserved it, didn't you?"

Lee Know smirked, knowing that was kind of true, though he'd never admit it.

[novelconcepts]

💚 for young Taivan?

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

They're eleven when Taissa realizes Van has nowhere to go after school. This is apparently unacceptable.

"I'm good," Van protests, but Tai's already told her parents, and they aren't thrilled with the idea of a sixth grader chilling by herself. For some reason. Van doesn't understand what difference it makes; she's alone at home most of the time, too, and that always works out just fine. What's the big deal about latchkey?

It's a battle she tries to wage for exactly three days, at which point Tai says, "If you come over after school, you can make me watch all your dumb movies."

She pretty much gives up on the war at that point, because A) movies, and B) Taissa's lying about finding them dumb. Taissa loves the movies Van picks, except for the ones that are too scary ("I'm tired of watching the Black character die all the time," she complains, which is fair) and the ones that are too mushy ("Those guys suck, and the girls just marry them anyway? It's so gross," she complains, and--yeah, true on that point, too).

Today's movie is neither scary, nor mushy. It's great. It's one of the greatest in existence, and somehow, Taissa hasn't seen it.

She complains, of course. It's just because she likes watching Van's ears turn pink, and because she likes when Van argues with her by rehashing the best parts while they're still onscreen. Van knows this, because Tai told her as much at a sleepover once. She might have been talking in her sleep, but Van still believed her.

Anyway, complaints or not, Taissa has to admit this is the best movie in the world once it's over. And, as with all the best movies, she agrees to expand on the story with scenes of their own afterward.

"You're Princess Buttercup," Van informs her. "And I'm Westley."

"Of course you are." Tai rolls her eyes. "You just want to be a hot sword-fighting pirate."

"Duh." Does Tai think Westley is hot? The idea burns the back of Van's neck. He's fine, she supposes; better than most leading men, but nowhere near the princess' level.

Doesn't matter. This part does. She fumbles through Tai's closet, digging out a black sweater and a silky scarf. "Can I cut eyeholes into this?" she asks. Taissa shrugs.

"Sure. I've got a bunch."

The effect isn't perfect, but it gets the job done. Clad in pirate attire, with Taissa in a dress she says is mostly just for church, Van flops backward onto the bed.

"Now. I'm dead."

"Mostly dead," Tai corrects. Van bites back a giggle.

"Uh huh. Knew you were paying attention. Okay, so here's the moment you have to kiss me."

"Kiss you?" Tai repeats, bewildered. "What for?"

"Uh, because it's true love's kiss. It's the kiss to end all kisses! It's romantic, man!" She shuts her eyes and sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. "Also because, if you don't, I'll stay dead."

"Mostly dead. This is stupid." Even so, she feels the mattress dip as Taissa climbs up beside her. "When do I do it?"

"Soon. The evil prince is on his way, and I need to be able to stab him to death with my sword."

"You don't have a sword," says Taissa sensibly. Van flaps a hand at her.

"I'll find one. But first, you have to--"

"Fine," Tai scoffs. There's a beat, as if she's considering her angles--or maybe running off and leaving Van to take a nap by herself. Then, so suddenly, it makes Van jump, she's pressing a kiss against Van's lips.

It's warmer than she'd expected. Weird--but not bad weird. She's never considered the shape of Tai's lips before, how different they are from her own. Never considered Tai's breath, either, which still tastes of the peanut butter crackers they'd scarfed during the movie.

True love's kiss is, on the whole, nothing like she'd imagined. Still, it's nice, and when Tai pulls away, Van sits bolt upright.

"I live!" she cries in her best mad scientist voice. It doesn't exactly suit The Princess Bride, but oh well. She leaps from the bed, racing to the foyer closet and digging out an umbrella. "En garde!"

"You," Tai says, laughing, "are so stupid."

"Stupid," Van agrees, "but alive! True love's kiss strikes again! C'mon, grab a fire poker. I can't fight alone."

The evil prince never stood a chance.

[tohisprettyc00l]

That doesn't matter, silly! Collector comforting reader

A/n: This was requested on wattpad but I can't find the request anymore also

Collector is still trapped in the wall mirror thingy still.

Tears pooled in your eyes as you stared at the paper. 18/26, mostly right, but that doesn't matter, it's still not passing. Your grip tightened on the test, crumpling the sides. You tried your best, you studied as much as you could, yet it wasn't enough. With slightly trembling hands you neatly folded the paper and put it in your pocket. Soon your teacher dismissed everyone. You slowly got out of your seat and walked to the door.

You decided to go to your best friend,The Collector, they always know how to cheer you up. You soon arrived at the entrance to where The Collector resided. Or I guess he was more trapped there, but still. As soon as you opened the door a figure appeared beside you. "Y/N! You're back from school!" The Collector happily exclaimed, "Why do you still go there? It's like the most boring place everrr." "I kinda have to." You replied. "So what do you wanna do today?" "Is it okay if we just talk today? I've had a long day." "Oh, sure." He said concerned. You walk to a wall and sit down.

"So what cha' what to talk about?" They asked. You thought for a second, "What's going on with you body?" "Very specific." He teased, you rolled your eyes. "You asked what I wanted to talk about, this is what I want to talk about. Like do you have clothes on or is it just part of your body? Like is your hat now part of your head." He shrugged. "It's hard to tell, I can change the shape of my body and it feels the same, but at the same time I don't know how I would tell." "Fair enough." You said. "My turn!" The Collector suddenly said. "Hm?" " To ask a question!" He pause and put a hand on his chin, "Why are you sad?" He tilted his head. "What no- I'm not sad, just a little tired." "You can't lie to me. You can talk to me though." You turn away from them. They suddenly appear in front of you. "Y/n, you said you've had a 'long day'. What made it feel long? Or however you'd phrase that?"

You sighed and decided to answer, "A history test." You grumbled. Collector tilted their head at your answer. "A history test? What do you mean?" "A failed one. Like really badly." "Well I've been around for a good chunk of history let me see it!" You pulled out the test and showed to him. You looked away in shame when you heard laughing. A frown tugged your lips downwards. Of course they would laugh! They knew all of it by heart and you failed miserably.

"I don't mean to be rude, like at all. But is this really what you're upset about? Because if this is a joke it's a dang good one!" You looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" "I think about all this stuff like once or twice a decade! It changed the Boiling Isle sure, but it's not really that important to know!" "But my history teacher says 'you need to know History to not repeat it.'" "Not to repeat being the first to start a coven that wasn't one of the main nine?" You look back at your paper, and yeah a good chunk of it was just small details to the main point. "Listen your feelings are valid and all, but trust me when I say this isn't that important." The collector said constantly moving around. "Yeah, that's true I'm just being stupid.," You said wiping away a tear with your sleeves

"Hey, Woah woah woah, hold on. You're not stupid for being sad. That's like one of the main emotions. Or something?" He paused, "I'm not great at comforting people but um, be sad if you need to, but also don't place your self-worth on a test." You chuckled. "'You're bad at comfort?' No kidding." You booped his nose, or more just touched the wall where his nose was, "But you are right. This isn't really important in the grand scheme of things." "Though, if you want me to, I can just give you the answers if you want me to." "If you mean in a study way then sure I guess." "Studying is so boring butttt if it's to help you, let's study."

[roseofdarknessblog]

Anatomy lesson (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Word count: 1 705

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Warning: modern AU, slight nsfw

Summary: Being a med student was never easy. But your beloved boyfriend Reiner Braun was eager to help you get your degree. Even if it involved long hours of helping you study and occasionally being your test subject. Or in this case, the best study partner for going over your old anatomy lessons.

Anatomy lesson

For someone who hated studying so much you chose the hardest degree in the entire universe. Medicine fascinated you your entire life. You dreamed of becoming a doctor since you were just a little girl. And now here you were... only a few months from graduating med school with amazing grades and a lot of opportunities for future residencies.  

Did it make you happy? Yes, of course.

Did it also ruin your life on a daily basis? Yes, of course.

„Hey there, sweetheart,“ said a familiar voice as soft lips kissed you behind your left ear. Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug. Your back lightly bumped into a broad chest you loved using as a pillow. „Can I join you?“

„You scared me, where did you come from? I didn’t hear you unlocking the front door,“ you said a little shaken, looking over your shoulder at the familiar face. Hot water from the shower had already soaked his blond hair and made the longer strands stuck to his forehead. „How long have you been home?“

„Ten minutes maybe, don’t know. I wanted to wait for you in the living room, but you always take forever in the shower.“

„Yeah, I’m guilty of that,“ you admitted and gently brushed your lips against his mouth. „How was your day at work, darling?“

„Tiring as usual, but nothing a good warm shower with you couldn't wash away,“ Reiner said softly, his voice making you feel pleasantly warm on the inside.

You lived for long and impossibly hot showers. It was one of your favorite ways to unwind after a long and hard day. And today had been one of those. Even though you spent it at home, the last twelve hours were filled with studying, studying, and more studying. Just like the last couple of days. But despite that, you still felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

„And how was your day? You barely replied to my texts.“

„Filled with anatomy, mostly. I was going through old pre-recorded lessons from our professor, taking additional notes, making some new flashcards and stuff like that.“

„That’s why you’re listening to... whatever the hell you are listening to right now. Usually, you just blast some music while you shower and sing along, but today...“ said Reiner with a quiet laugh as the voice of your professor kept speaking from the laptop placed on the washing machine.

You felt guilty about taking a long break since you still didn’t cover all the study material you wanted today. Taking your laptop to the bathroom with you and leaving on one of the lectures was a fairly good tactic. But just until you almost completely zoned out and paid more attention to the water drops running down the walls.

„I don’t think I can contain any more information even though I am just going over materials I've already studied. But at the same time, I have a feeling that I know absolutely nothing. Like you can ask me about any topic and I’m just gonna blanky stare at your face like you were speaking in some foreign language.“

„You say that every time and then come home with the best grade possible,“ he says, leaning against your bare back and kissing you on the shoulder. „I'm sure you know everything you need, you've had anatomy before and did great. And the exam is next week you still have plenty of time to study some more.“

„I don’t think I have any energy left for that.“

„Come on, the finish line is just a few steps away. You made it too far to give up now.“

„I’m not giving up, just...“ you breathed and quickly turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your and Reiner’s height difference was all fun and games until you had trouble kissing him whenever you wanted. He needed to bow his head a little so you could reach his lips comfortably. „I’m tired, Reiner.“

„But you’re doing great, baby. I’m really proud of everything you do every single day. Even the tiniest, most ordinary things.“

„But the tiniest and most ordinary things are not gonna get me my medical degree.“

„Maybe not, but they are an important part of our lives. You can’t just focus on one thing and ignore the rest. Life comes as this one really big thing made out of million smaller ones which are all almost equally important.“

You smiled a little and placed another kiss on his soft lips. Kissing Reiner was one of the single best things in the whole wide world. And you had the privilege to do so for the last four years. The two of you met just before you started med school, so he’s been with you through it all. Your best and worst days. He helped you study for many exams and sat with you patiently when you needed a volunteer to learn anatomy for the very first time or practice clinical skills before your rotations in the hospital.

He was always there. Always. Supporting you and loving you every step of the way. Helping out with housework, mostly cleaning and cooking when he had time after or sometimes even before going to work himself. You couldn’t imagine your life without him by your side. Some days you were so overwhelmed by the love he made you feel that you couldn't even remember how you used to live before meeting Reiner.

Were you truly living or just surviving? Waiting in the shadows for the greatest gift the universe had to offer?

Med school was undeniably hard and it took a lot of your free time. You spent long hours with your nose stuck in books and study materials, and even longer hours in the hospital wards. But Reiner was patient. He planned cute small dates, waited for you after your unpaid shifts at the hospital, and planned his own schedule around your needs.

You viewed him as the most stable element in your life.

And for that, you were eternally grateful.

„I believe in you, sweetheart. You can do anything you set your mind to,“ he said lovingly, cradling you in his strong embrace, and pulling you even closer to his chest.

There weren’t enough words in this universe you could use to express your love for this man. You were just so unbelievably grateful for his presence in your life. He could turn even your worst days into ones with beautiful memories and lots of love.

„Do you want to study some more tonight?“ You nodded your head, gently brushing your lips against his collarbone. One of your hands travels up his muscular back, rubbing soothing circles on his warm skin. „And would you like me to help you?“

„You should rest, Reiner.“

„I have a day off tomorrow so I’ll have plenty of time to rest then. Tonight I’m all yours.“

„How did I get this lucky?“

Without an answer, Reiner made you take some steps backward until your back lightly hit the wet wall. His hands came down to your hips, gently squeezing them as his lips found yours again. His kisses became more and more passionate, loving, and tender at the same time.

„You look so beautiful with your hair wet,“ he whispered into your lips, proceeding to plant small kisses along your jaw and neck. „Just so so beautiful,“ he continued in a low, raspy voice. His lips swept over your collarbone, lovingly kissing one concrete spot before he sucked the skin between his teeth.

„Reiner...“

Your body tensed a little, and your breath caught in your lungs as a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Reiner smiled against your skin, sliding his right hand down your thigh, the other one still resting on your hip.

„You wanted help with anatomy, right? I think this is the best and most efficient way. Practical skills before theory, am I right?“ he asked jokingly before kissing you between your breasts and sliding both of his hands around your waist and down under your butt. His toned muscular arms picked your up with ease.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed his lips again, playfully taking his lower lip between your teeth. „I’m not so sure, Reiner. How should this help me pass my final exams?“ you asked just a little out of breath, gazing right into his golden eyes. Gosh, you loved their color so much. In the sunlight, they sometimes looked like pools of sweet honey.

„I’ll show you in a bit, sweetheart.“

„Oh, okay. Go ahead, big boy,“ you teased him and cupped his face in your hands. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, but you didn’t complain even a little bit. The slight stubble around his chin, and lips looked really good on him.

„But we should move to the bedroom, it has a better... vibe for this kind of activity.“

„As you wish,“ you whispered submissively, reaching out your hand and without looking stopping the shower. Cold air almost immediately brushed against your heated skin, making you shiver in Reiner’s embrace. „Just be careful and don’t slip on the wet tiles like last time. You almost broke my arm.“

„That was a stupid inconvenience, and it won’t happen again. I’m always being careful with you.“

„Just until you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.“ Your lips pressed a small kiss to the right corner of his mouth as he carefully stepped out of the shower. He was always very careful and gentle around you like he was afraid of accidentally hurting you in any way. „Shouldn't we grab a couple of towels or dry ourselves first? The whole bed will be wet otherwise.“

„Who cares,“ Reiner murmured into your ear and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Your laptop stayed in the bathroom, the professor's voice from the pre-recorded lecture still sounding through the apartment. His anatomy lectures were always one of your favorites. But they were just too theoretical.

Nothing could've compared to the anatomy lessons you taught yourself with the eager help of your boyfriend.

[jpitha]

The Dreams of Hyacinth 11

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Nick relays the story so far to Queenie. He talks about boosting the coffin box, finding out it's empty, meeting with Jameson, working with Sunny, the whole story. When he's finished, she's silent a long time.

"Nick, I can see why your ladies like you. You have empathy, and are kind and are generous. Honestly when we first met I was just a twinge sad that Evie wasn't interested." She chuckled. "But Nick, you're kind of dim, you get that, right?"

Eastern nods. "Finally, someone else sees it. Right Sel?"

Selkirk agrees. "Dim as a spent LED."

"I knew there was a reason I liked your girlfriends Nick. They're the smart ones. So, let's get down to it. Both you and Eastern have a full AI suite of cybernetics installed by Jameson's dark doctors, and he didn't even give you a tutorial? That sounds like Jameson. I swear, the AIs are all the same. It's easy for them, so they assume it's easy for everyone. Selkirk, this is going to take a bit, and I think you'll be bored. Why don't you head up front with Evie and see if you two can figure out dinner. We'll be ready to take a break by then."

Selkirk stands. "Sure thing Queenie, thanks for taking care of these two idiots. We'll figure out how to pay you."

Queenie chuckles. "Don't worry, it'll be very affordable."

Selkirk makes her way to the front and finds Evie back behind the counter, watching something on her Pad. "Queenie kicked you out eh?" She doesn't look up from her show.

"Yeah, said I should find dinner. Everyone is going to be hungry when they're done."

Evie nods. "Probably. Even now, when Queenie gets it in her head to do some work, everyone else comes out tired."

Selkirk looks up at Evie. If she squints, she can see the resemblance. They have a similar bone structure in their cheeks. "Evie, I thought most humans died around one hundred or less. She's so..." she struggled to find the words. "Coherent?"

Evie laughed. "She has good days and bad days. You're just lucky today was a good day. But yeah, she thinks the implants are keeping her alive almost as much as her body at this point."

"Where did she get them?"

"Just like she explained. An AI thought they were 'helping' and gave them to her. As you probably guessed by our experience with Nick, running the shop wasn't always out main source of income and Queenie's line of work wasn't exactly... legal all the time."

Selkirk says nothing.

"To hear her say it, it was fashionable to have black market cybernetic mods installed back 70, 80 years ago. I don't know, it seems an awfully foolish thing to do for fashion, but she swears it was 'this close' to going mainstream."

Selkirk glances back down the hall. "I don't know. I've been around humans a long time, and I completely believe that they'd do something stupid like get cybernetic implants for fashion."

Evie laughed. "You're right of course. How long have you been on Hyacinth, Selkirk?"

"You can call me Sel if you want. I've been here, Ancestors, twenty five years now? I moved here from K'lax when I was just a kid. Familial group got together and sent me off to school on Hyacinth." She smiled bitterly. "Go and make something of yourself. Do your family proud!" She shook her head. "I was mostly sent here to get out of the way. The paterfamilias wanted his offspring to take over the leadership of the familial group. An older kit from a deceased line was a... complication."

Evie looked down at Selkirk. "Do you still talk to them?"

Selkirk flicked her ears. "Not in years. I sent them a message back when the Empress Melody shit started going down telling them I was all right and going to stay on Hyacinth, but never heard back so... I stopped sending messages. I'm sure they think they're better off that way."

"Oh Selkirk. I bet there are still people in your familial group that love you."

She snorted. "You haven't met them. I'm sure they don't feel any ill will towards me, but I'm also sure they don't feel anything to me. It's ancient history." She leaned back off the counter. "Queenie said to get dinner so I assume that if we don't she'll be upset."

Evie laughed. "Upset is possibly the most mild way that could be phrased." She took out her pad. "I know some local places that she likes, take a look and tell me which ones would work for you and your crew."

Nick and Eastern came out of Queenies room hours later looking exhausted but pleased. Queenie came out shortly after them with the help of her walker, but she also looked brighter and more alive than when she went in. Instead of going to Queenie's bedroom, they made their way to the front of the store, where Selkirk and Evie had set up a table piled high with takeout from a local place.

Eastern looks hungrily at the food. "This is quite a spread Selkirk, nice work!"

Selkirk flicks her tail and her ears. "Evie helped, but we both decided that you were going to come out of your training hungry."

"I feel like I haven't eaten in years." Nick laughs and sits at the table."

Queenie shuffles to the head of the table and sits. "Now, like I told you, those implants are powered by your bodies. Use them a lot and you need the calories to recover." She poked Nick's soft belly. "It's also a decent way to build a calorie deficit if you ever decide to lose that paunch, Nicholas North," but she was smiling as she said it.

They all sat down and started on dinner. After a few minutes, Selkirk looked up at Eastern and Nick. "How did it go?"

Queenie started gesturing with a fork full of food. "Typical AI. Stuff them full of tech and send them on their way without so much as a lesson on how to work it. They're lucky Nick knew me; they could have had their brains braised by the first aggressive attack they endured."

Eastern put down her fork. "We're very grateful Queenie, thanks for all the help." She looked at Selkirk. "Queenie put is through an initial setup, helped us with our encryption and firewalls and gave us some basic lessons on access and intrusion. Also, she looked at Nick's additional tech that Jameson installed. He could pilot a starship!"

Selkirk blinked and looked at Nick, surprised. "You can pilot a starship?"

Nick looked awkward and shrugged. "According to Queenie, I have additional modules and sensors that are related to piloting starships. She thinks its an upgrade to the old Colony Ship co-captain package."

"But... why? You're not going to be piloting a starship."

Nick shrugged. "Who knows with AIs. Maybe Jameson thinks I'll need it. Maybe he thought it would be funny. Maybe he's making a point to another AI faction that we don't even know about." He put his head down and continued to eat.

Eastern nodded. "You feel it too Sel, we're pawns in a much larger thing here. It's entirely possible that Jameson gave Nick the piloting package to show someone that AIs aren't the only game in town when it comes to operating a ship.

Queenie looked up at the three of them. "My advice is to not try and make sense of what AIs do. They go and do their own thing, they always have. It's up to us to stay out of their way and try and not get burned. Remember what they did when Empress Melody came by? They linked in a pile of their own Starjumpers and attacked her right above us. I remember looking up and seeing the flashes of the fight. It was something else." She shook her head sadly. "I never got to meet the Empress, but I heard she was looking out for everyone in Sol." She looked up at the three of them sharply. "Take heed that lesson though. Keep your heads down, do your work, and don't get involved in AI politics. It's worse than our politics."

Nick glanced at Eastern, but she didn't say anything.

After Dinner, Selkirk tried to pay Queenie and Evie but they wouldn't take her money. "You bought dinner, and you owe us a favor, that's enough." Queenie was firm. Evie smiled. Now, don't be a stranger down here, come by and say hello to Queenie every now and then. I haven't seen her this active in weeks." She winked at the three of them. "You're a good influence on her."

Queenie's cackling laugh. "They're anything but Evie, but they're fun to be around. If you ever need a fence, you see old Queenie first, you get me?"

Eastern assured them that they'd be the first place they stopped when they had some goods to fence and said their goodbyes.

When they left the shop it was late. The Metro ran all night long, but was on a reduced schedule to allow for maintenance. They decided to take an omnibus up to Eastern's apartment. As they rumbled along, Eastern and Selkirk fell quickly asleep on Nick as he looked out the window and watched Hyacinth go by. He mused on what Queenie had said about AI politics. He felt that it was a bit too little too late with that warning. They were being played off two if not three different factions now with no real sign as to the why.

Nick woke everyone up when it was their stop. They made their way home and fell into bed.

The next morning, everyone got up, got dressed and some coffee and tried to come up with something to do. They still hadn't heard from Sunny, so it was just a matter of waiting to hear from her. She had said that she would do fifty hours of searching, and by Nick's reckoning that meant they'd hear from her tomorrow afternoon.

Nick declared that they'd head to the lake today. Since Hyacinth is so large, the original designers decided to put a large lake on each arm. It was a long shallow lake, not more than three meters deep, but that was enough for watercraft and swimming and a small marine ecosystem. The beaches on the lake were a popular destination. Against Eastern's protestations, Nick took the girls shopping. They rode down arm to some mid range shopping in Laurel square and soon enough Nick found what he was looking for. He bought Eastern a black bikini and a sari skirt in blue and yellow, and found a K'laxi style bathing suit he thought would suit her. When Eastern saw what he bought her she blushed. "Nicholas North, you horndog."

Selkirk looked up at the both of them, "What?"

Eastern laughed. "This is what I was wearing when Nick and I were connected together during the surgery. Nick took me on a memory of a beach on Parvati."

Selkirk's ears flicked playfully. "Well, he has impeccable taste, you look great in it."

Eastern stared at Selkirk's suit too. "I will admit Nick has good taste. The suit he picked for you is stunning."

Selkirks tail and ears poofed in embarrassment. "It not a style I would have ever picked for myself, but I admit I look good in it." Selkirk and Eastern went to Nick and both gave him a kiss. "Nice work."

This time, they picked out a suit for Nick. Eastern insisted on a black speedo like in their shared dream and after picking up some towels and headed back out.

The most popular beach was off Dahila square. They grabbed some food to eat later and rode up to Dahila. From there it was a short omnibus ride to the beach.

Growing up in Naya Chennai, right on the water, the beach on Hyacinth was a bit of a letdown. He went to the beach once or twice after he first moved here and while it was interesting to have a lake and a beach in space, it really couldn't compare to the ocean. Eastern, a kid who was born and raised in space loved it though. It was the largest body of water she had ever seen. Selkirk had fun too. She hadn't been to a large body of water since she was a child, so she was enjoying herself too. Nick decided to try and leg go of his opinions about it being a 'real' beach and just have fun.

They spend the afternoon at the beach, sitting on the soft sand, splashing in the water and having a fun time. Nick even convinced them all to rent a watercraft and they zipped around the lake, getting a view of everything. Nick found a small secluded beach far away from everyone else and they stopped and relaxed all on their own.

Eastern declared that she wanted to try having sex on the beach like in the novels she read and they gave it a try.

It was very sandy.

After, everyone ran into the water to wash the sand off and Nick grimaced. "Okay, I think I speak for everyone when I say that I got sand in places I didn't think it was possible to get sand into. Let's keep that one to the novels, okay?"

Selkirk was in the water up to her head scrubbing her fur as hard as she could. "I agree Nick."

By now it was evening and they had to return the rental. They made their way back to the main beach, returned the rental and found a restaurant right on the water to get dinner. Hyacinth doesn't have sunsets, not really, but it was gently getting dark as they ate, and they even heard some animals in the water making noise as it got darker. You had to squint a little, but you could pretend you were on a planet. Nick looked over at his girlfriends and smiled. "Thanks."

"Eastern raised her eyebrow. "For what, Nick?"

"For being here. For being with me. Both of you. This is nice. Sure, we are deep into some shit, but we're into it together. I don't know." He looked out at the water. "It just feels a little more solvable with you two here with me, eating a nice dinner, looking out at the water."

Selkirk flicked her ears and smiled. "It is nice. Thanks to you too Nick. I'm glad we're all here, together."

After dinner, they slowly made their way back to Eastern's place, chatting and laughing. They kept their bathing suits on, garnering a few side eyes on the omnibus, but nothing else.

They made it to Eastern's place and fell into bed, tired and happy.

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[atomsminecraft]

MC using a spray bottle on the S-Ranks when they misbehave. I just wanna see Guy SOPPING WET

HOLY FUCK I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIME(I was also busy and being a lazy bi-)

Ok so like, they might not be 100% what you asked for but I’m the writer so I’ll write these the best I can haha-(Please don’t hate me)

I’m also not very good at their wording(or writing haha-) and how they act so please forgive me for any inaccuracy-

Warning: Not proof read(mostly)

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Fenn.

It was a surprisingly normal day today, I grabbed my bag(That's a surprise tool that will help us later-), went to class, talked with Sherry and Rio, and now it's almost lunch time.

"Treasureeee" Oh god not this again, of course it can't be a normal day. What was I thinking? I feel an arm go around my waist into a half hug.

"Afternoon, Fenn." I say.

"Treasure, what say you spend time with me during lunch? I promise I'll make it worth your while." I feel his hand lower and grab my ass.

"Fenn." I stare at him and get ready to grab the little surprise tool in my bag. I take out the spray bottle and give him a spray from it. Haha now his face and hair is wet.

Fenn pouts, "You're no fun," He lets go of me and puts his hands back and wipes his face. "Is that a no to the lunch offer?"

I cross my arms, "It's very much a no."

"Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind." He winks at me then leaves, for the time being at least.

Guy

(I don't have many ideas after this so please forgive me)

(some of you are gonna hate me for how long this is gonna be so I'm sorry)

I was talking to another student about something in class they had a problem with. Why did they ask me? I have no idea. From what they said, I understood it better than they did and the professor left before they could ask any questions after class. Oh yeah and they were also acting very nervous around me.

He listened to me intently, taking notes, even! I actually kinda liked this feeling, it felt like I was the teacher for once! I continued to answer any questions the dude had about the topic until he suddenly looked really nervous as I felt someone loom over me.

"I- I think I got it now, thank you!"

"Wait but I wasn't done-" Aaaaand the student ran away. I looked behind me to see Guy standing over me. "Did you need something?"

"Why were you talking to that student?"

"He was asking a question about a lecture me and him had."

Guy scowls, "He should have asked the professor or asked someone else."

"The professor had to leave so he couldn't ask any questions." I answered.

"He clearly asked for other reasons. You're mine, I won't let anyone else take you." His "You're mine" comments really aggravate me. Was this the only reason he wanted to talk to me?

"I don't belong to anyone," I glared. "Was that all?"

He huffed and grabbed my arm, not rough enough to hurt me though. "Come with me." He pulled me towards the direction of the dorms and I soon got tired of trying to get out of his grip. When we got to his room, he finally let go of me and sat down.

"Gotta really appreciate the consent in bringing me here". I said sarcastically. "What did you bring me here for anyways?" he huffs and doesn't say anything. I roll my eyes, I swear to god he really needs to learn to communicate with others. An idea suddenly pops in my head and I grab the spray bottle.

"Communicate." sprits "Your," sprits "Emotions." sprits

For a moment he looked shocked then glared at me and grabbed my spray bottle and sprayed me with it. Oh boy this was gonna be fun.

(Sorry I had to make this a little light hearted haha- please don't hate me)

Toa

Lectures were going on and at the moment Toa is my professor.

GOD DAMN IT WHY WON'T THIS WATER TURN INTO WINE, IF JESUS COULD DO IT SO CAN I

I continued to try and concentrate on turning the water into wine but I feel the judgment of someone staring at me and it temps me to look to the side of where the feeling is radiating off of and I see- HOLY FUCK IT'S TOA. I jump in my seat because he's literally standing next to me and I didn't even hear him or see him.

We continue staring at each other until I decide to break the silence. "Do you need something...?"

"How is it that you've done everything else correct but doing something as simple as turning water into wine?" He asks. Wow thanks for announcing that to the class. How about you tell me how a car is made now?

I shrug, "I don't know, I just can't seem to do it." I hear some students snickering.

Toa sighs, "Speak to me after class." And with that, class continues...

After the bell rings, I grab my stuff and walk to the front of the class and to Toa. It’s a shame this is my last class, I could have used the excuse of saying I need to get to my next class then say I forgot about him wanting to talk to me.

“Since you appear to be unable to do the assignment, I will be having you practice here until I excuse you.” Hey, at least it’s not him having me read tons of books. That memory gives me war flashbacks...

“At this point, I don’t even know I can do it anymore. I’ve tried countless times and-”

“I didn’t ask for your excuses. Sit down near the front and I will watch you and point out what you’re doing wrong.” One part of me really wants to see if I can run out of this classroom, the other part of me knows that if I try he’ll scold me and make it more difficult for me. That and I’ll likely get in trouble. I sigh and take a seat and a cup of water is set in front of me. Welp, time for another round of failure...

It feels like hours have gone by, though it was likely only an hour, and Toa continues telling me the things I’ve been going wrong; my posture, the position my hands are in, moving around too much, too stiff, my visualization, me zoning out and not paying attention, etc. I really am tired of this.

“Toa.” I say. He looks at me confused for a moment then surprised then annoyance after I grab the spray bottle from my bag and spray him with it. “Toa, stop with that Spartan way of teaching and be nicer.”

“My what-”

“Stop being so strict. I’m unable to help the fact I can’t do this “simple” spell that you keep shoving in my face.” He looks at me for a moment before sighing.

“I’ll stop bothering you about it then. You are dismissed.” I smile at him and he looks away.

“I don’t mind you teaching me in private, just try and be less strict and I’ll be able to tolerate it more.”

“I’ll... Keep that in mind.” Toa goes to grab papers on his desk and I look back at the water in front of me. I close my eyes for the manyith time and imagined what I wanted to happen. Water turning into wine. A sudden warmth suddenly appeared in my hands and when I opened my eyes, the water was wine. I looked up to see Toa staring at me, smiling. I smiled back.

(I know Manyith isn’t a word, let me make up words haha)

Roy

(oh boy time to put my thinking caps on cuz now I have no idea what to do with the rest of the S-Ranks, sorry if they’re short. Pray for me ya’ll, this gonna be made very yes after this)

Wow, great day, very sunny. I really don’t know what to say. Sherry dragged my outside and into the courtyard because she wanted to show me something apparently and she’s refusing the answer my questions.

“Can you tell me who or what you’re looking for?” I ask. Sherry has been looking for something for the past, I don’t know, 30 or so minutes.

“Hehe, not yet. It’s meant to be a surprise!” I don’t like the tone she’s using, this means she has some mischief planned. I wonder what, though... Before I can finish my thought, I hear Sherry celebrate in victory and I look over to see she has a hose. Oh god please tell me we’re gonna prank someone with that

“What are you planning on doing with that?” I tilt my head slightly in confusion and she laughs.

“You know that spray bottle you carry?”

“Um. Yeah? What about it?” I’m even more confused. Sherry’s smile gets bigger and she backs out of the way as I suddenly feel water spray on me from behind. “Hey!” I yelp in surprise and look back only to see Roy with another hose.

Roy laughs, “Revenge for last time,” he winks at me and suddenly I’m being sprayed by both Sherry and Roy. I’m being ganged up on by the brother and sister combo! I grab my spray bottle and start chasing Roy with it and occasionally Sherry, though she ran away after some time and so I got ahold of her hose and started chasing Roy with it. We continued to spray each other with water until we tire ourselves out.

Lynt

(Oh poor baby, he doesn’t deserve such bullying)

Where did he go? I swear he should have been in the courtyard like we planned. I spotted Tino and ran up to him.

“Tino, have you seen Lynt anywhere? I haven’t been able to find him.”

“Miss MC!” I guess I surprised him, whoops. “My apologies, I have not seen the young master. Have you checked his quarters?”

“I’ve checked everywhere I thought he would be. We were meant to meet up at the courtyard but he wasn’t there either.”

“Oh stars... I shall help you look for him then! That is if you don’t mind.”

“Thank you,” I smile, “I would appreciate it. If we can’t find him in an hour let's meet back here.” I get Tino’s approval for the plan and we walk our separate ways. Should I double check where I’ve looked? I probably missed some areas, I can look there again. Hmm... Maybe he’s sleeping somewhere in the courtyard? Hopefully I’m right...

I walk back to the courtyard and go on my search. Maybe if I’m quiet enough I’ll hear him? I stop and look around at potential hiding spots. I spot some strangely colored green near a flower bush and walk over. “So you were hiding here...”

Lynt opens his eyes then smiles at me, “Oh, MC, what are you doing here?”

“We agreed to meet up at the courtyard so you can speak to me, remember?” While I do find his behavior cute at times, it’s really annoying when he just forgets things like this. I’d rather not have my time waisted, even if it’s worth spending some extra time with him.

“Oh yes, that,” He still looks tired. He better not fall aslee- Lynt closes his eyes once more and I can just feel the upcoming headache this will cause.

“Lynt.” No responce. “Lynt, wake up.” Still no response. I really have no other choice now, do I?” I sigh and I grab my spray bottle and kneel down and softly squirt his face. My hand is suddenly grabbed and I’m pulled down onto Lynt chest.

“Sleepy... Would you sleep with me?” WORDING, AKEDIA, WORDING.

“But what about-” He’s already asleep before I can respond to him. God damn it. Whatever am I going to do with him...

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FINALLY

I FINISHED WRITING THIS

IT’S BEEN 15 YEARS /j

If I missed someone please tell me my memory is just a big no

[jackiequick]

How Buzz met Wraith | Top Gun Maverick AU Fanfic 🖇

Top Gun Maverick AU series

Summary: What happens when you met one of the citywide grumps?

Platonic Pairing: Captain Santos ‘Buzz’ Garcia & Captain Nicolas ‘Wraith’ Martin

Other Characters/mentioned: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, Hollywood, Maria Garcia, Maverick, Sunset, Viper and etc.

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In 1998, Santos ‘Buzz’ Garcia was sent to meet the new recruits that Captain Slider brought in from Texas.

He wasn’t too happy about it, since he just spent all of last night trying to figure out understand a math problem for the puzzle his wife gave him. Math wasn’t his strong suit, so he was pretty tired but luckily the coffee helped.

He swung open the door to the lobby, rubbing his eyes and walked in. He winked at the lady, Mary, at the front desk greeting her as she gave him his paperwork for today. He thanked her and was on his way.

The moment Santos walked into his shared office with Hollywood, he was met with the face of a very tallLatino. Fresh face as if he shaved that morning, tone arms like he’s been working, causal clothes and a soft smile then soon turned neutral the second he walks in.

‘Oh shit.’ He thought, especially seeing the man stand up from his chair. It made him feeling kinda short, especially with the look on his face. God damn, he was attractive and intimidating. His wife would probably leave her for him, and honestly, he would not be mad about it.

Buzz cleared his thought and smiled his classic goofy tone, "Hi! I'm Lieutenant Buzz like the action figure?"

"Hmm okay." Hummed the man with a nod noticing the look on his face holding out his hand to shake, "I'm Wraith."

He jokes, "Oh like a ghost!"

"Yeah or that's at least what my pals say at home." He replies with a dry smile, finding this guy to be an idiot already.

"I guess we are working together, right Holly?"

Hollywood nodded with a grin, "Yeah you are! I will bet up with you later, I gotta go see Chipper real quick."

His partner just walked out, leaving the door open. Buzz smiled handing over paperwork to Wraith trying some small talk.

"So where are you from?" Santos asked taking a seat across from him.

"Here. I grew up here." Wraith said dryly.

"Yeah, right sorry buddy."

"It's alright. I'm guessing you didn't grow up here."

"How can you tell?"

"The smile. The relaxed shoulders. The sorta tensed up, the way you saw me earlier."

"That obvious huh?"

"Sorta. Your also, not good at hiding your goofball grin either."

"It comes out naturally. Force of habit you know?"

"I don't know."

Wraith could tell he was getting under his skin, he was here to work on papers and fly planes. Not actually to make many friends, but this guy seemed nice. He guessed, he could've been a whole game he plays when he's around people he doesn't know.

Buzz headed him some papers into a file, placing a few folders onto the desk. He used to fly often, but after having his son in 93' he decided that paperwork would be easier, he still got to teach as well. That's what matters most, being near the planes.

—-

The day went by pretty slow. Calls, meetings, signing paperwork and teaching a few recruits, such as Wraith the building. The whole time Wraith was giving a comment or two, a half smile, a witty remark and mostly a few glares. Eventually Wraith went flying with the other pilots as he stayed back chatting with Hollywood.

"So what do you think of him?" Hollywood asked grinning, "I like it! Has a edge to him, kinda files with Mav actually."

Buzz half smiled and made a face, "He's so so I guess. I don't think he likes me very much.."

"Dude, you're a buzzing bee for a reason. Makes sense why not everyone would like you."

" No shit! But still you liked me right?"

"You grew on me after day one."

"Okay fair. But this guy, he kept glaring at me, snapped at some of the students in the air and clearly knows better than anyone I met."

"Give it time."

"Why couldn't you be paired up with him today?"

"Because, I had meetings and someone needed to show him around. You're the best guy to do so!"

"You owe me!"

"You'll do great!"

Hollywood walked away with a smile, knowing that him and Wolfman would be laughing about Buzz's poor day later on over drinks. Also knowing that Audrey would slapped them for being mean, but was worth it.

"Rick Neven, come back here! Rick!" Santos called out but came no response from his friend.

However the man of the hour heard him and scoffed, "Tough break, huh?" Said Nicholas.

"You would say that..h-how much did you hear?"

"Only the last line, saying 'You'll do great'. Look man, I'm only here to work, hit the bars and get a paycheck. You're nice I guess, but you lack focus."

"Focus?"

"Yeah. It's like your mind is racing 20 miles an hour! Good in the skies, but not good on land."

"I get that."

"I notice you didn't fly up there, why?"

"Someone needs to make sure everything is balanced down here. Besides I'm a good pilot, but I read your files. You're great."

"Uh, thanks? I'm gonna hit the showers. And uh next time, don't talk too loud. I can hear everything."

"Shit.."

Wraith turned and walked away, cracking a small smile that no one saw as he headed to the showers. He even let out chuckled. To him, Santos was loud, goofy and unfocused on certain things. Sure he's only here to work and enjoy the nice new place filled with sunny skies, but a part of him actually found it charming.

Buzz sighed, thinking to wrap this day up and go home.

—-

And that’s exactly what he did. The moment he walked into the house, he was met with the smell of moro de gandules y pollo. A bright grin lifted his spirts. He slides into the kitchen as the smell grew stronger, then he found the face behind that delicious smell.

He slowly wrapped his around her waist, playing with the loops of her jeans and rested his head on her shoulder. The smell of her simple perfume made him grin more. Her curly brown hair tickled his face.

His Spanish slipped out as he said, “¿Qué trama la dama más linda de la casa?”

“No sé, ¿qué tal si le preguntas a ella?” She replied with a tease, turning her face to kiss with him. The flavored taste of her lips, tells him that she was taste testing their late lunch.

“Hmm! That taste good, how was your day?”

“It was good. My mami called today, she says that she good. Also, I was cleaning the cabinets earlier and found my missing earrings.”

“I can see that! Te ves hermosa with them on.”

“Thank you. How was work?”

“Tricky.”

“How so? Who did you piss off?”

“I thought that was Maverick’s job to piss someone off?”

“Santos!”

“Maria, I didn’t piss anyone off or so I think?..anyway! I was given the opportunity to work with a new recruit today, who i thought was a transfer from somewhere else but he was, i tried to lighten up the mood with a joke and or try do small talk. But nothing works! He kept glaring at me and making witty remarks..”

If there one thing Maria knows about her husband is that he can be very inpatient and get annoyed easily. Get cocky even. The man expects things to always turn out a certain way, and can get carried away most of the time.

She sighed turning off the stove since the food was already to be served, walking over to him. “Baby, you gotta take it one step at a time. You will buzz off and knock into a wall if you don’t.”

“I won’t—” He recounted but was cut off.

“Not everyone is like yours friends or like us, who fell for your charm quickly. I bet he’s just tryin’ to get used to the place.”

“Not even a smile, babe! A real smile, not one of those loose half smiles that your dad likes to give to people who annoy him. He probably doesn’t even like me..”

“I bet he does.”

“How are you sure?”

“Because that guy likes you..a lot.”

“Huh?”

She point behind him to the said ‘guy’ with a smile. The moment he turned around, he was met with the almost toothless grin of their 5 year old son. Mickey Garcia. Dressed in his Star Wars shirt, dark brown shorts and blue sandals. His dark brown curls were much starting to form into tighter ones. He was holding up his Wolverine action figures as well.

“Hi Papi!” Yelled Mickey with the sweetest grin, running into his daddy’s arms.

He scooped his son up in his arms, showering him with kisses as the boy tried to escape from, yelling for his mother’s help while in a fit of giggles. Mickey Garcia was all smiles.

“What did you do today?” Asked Santos catching his breath, placing another kiss on his cheek bouncing him.

“Today we class, our science teacher put on Magic School Bus and we learned about the flowers.” Replied the boy.

“Really? How about you tell me more as we go wash up for lunch, huh?”

The boys went over to the skin to wash up their hands as Maria served everyone’s plates. She laughed at how much they sounded sometimes, it was crazy.

“Okay and oh we played Soccer today in Gym Class and i was on the red team.” Mickey says drying his hands and hands a paper towel to his daddy.

“Thank you, buddy. Did your team win?” He asked, drying off his hands now, leading him to the

“Yeah we did. We got 8 points! The yellow team got 6.”

“Nice one!”

Maria handed Mickey his plate with a smile, “Okay, disfrute de su comida.”

“Thank you, mami!” He says returning the smile and headed off to the table.

—-

After lunch, homework was done and dishes were washed. A few hours later, they all watched a quick Disney movie, showered, had dinner and then off to bed.

It took some protest but thankfully both parents, as always tucked in their giggly boy. Told him a story and kissed him. Turning on his night light, that was race car themed, and went off to their room.

His wife, wife was watching Tv by the time he returned back from checking downstairs for the second time in a row. Santos layed down in bed and sighed with a grin, “You know our son is pretty great.”

“He is.” She replied glancing over at him, then back at the time.

“How about we make another?”

“No senior, we agreed on one child.”

“I don’t remember that. But imagine, another one! Another sons, maybe twins girls?”

Maria hummed with a teased, “One girl, named Sasha or Julia.”

She inched over and played with his shirt. Santos hummed in agreement liking that idea, way better. He inched over, pulling the cover as capturing his lips onto hers chuckling as she tried hushed him, giggling in the process. She gripped his hand playfully, dishing a few more kisses and smiled brightly.

When suddenly…

“Mami! Papi! Can i have some more water?” Yelled Mickey from his room, as you can hear the footsteps in the hallway.

Both parents laughed.

“We can always practice instead.” Maria laughed pecking her husbands lips and called out to their son, “Of course, honey! I’m coming.”

“We should buy a mini fridge and keep it upstairs.” Santos jokingly suggested watching her leave the room.

—-

The next two days nothing changed. The 4th day, Mickey wanted to come see the planes on the field. It’s been a while since he went. Thankfully he had no school, so he decided why not bring him to work for a bit.

Everything went smoothly, they saw the planes and he sat him down in a cockpit, see a few rooms where cool meetings took place, they saw a wall full of pilot’s pictures and Mickey happily took it all in. Buzz laughing, even using his camera to take a few pictures of them

It turned out to be a nice Take Your Son To Work Day. Everyone enjoyed seeing kids at the building, so they didn’t mind.

Buzz was talked into a General’s office real quick to confirm a few enlistment forms recently imported into the system. Mickey stayed outside the room sitting in a bench, playing with his toys talking with Sunset and Maverick for a bit before they were called back to work.

He was soon left alone to his own devices, using crayons extra to start coloring in his drawing that the nice secretary gave him.

Wraith was walking past the halls after handing in some paperwork to Viper, grabbing some packages for a officer then he noticed the little boy. He had to do a double take, not expecting to see a child here today or at all in the building for that matter.

He watched the kid for a moment, became curious. ‘What the hell?’ He thought. Wraith sighed rolling his eyes, wondering where this poor boys parents are. Maybe he’s lost?

Nicholas slowly walked over awkwardly fixing his baseball cap and asked, “Uh hey kid.”

The young boy looked up from his drawing not recognizing him and furrowed his eyebrow. “Hi.” He replied.

“A-are you lost?”

The boy shakes his head ‘no’.

“Okay um, where are your parents?”

“My papi is inside talking with someone.”

“Oh okay. Will he be long?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“Can i sit with you until he arrives?”

“Yeah. You wanna draw?”

“Sure. Uh, what’s your name, kid?”

“Mickey.”

“Nicholas.”

Wraith took a piece of paper and crayon, drawing a few cars, a sun and bears with smiley faces. He showed them to the boy who smiled a almost toothless grin, in result Wrath smiled. Mickey showed his drawings as well, pretty random doodles.

However Wraith thinks he noticed a character or two.

“Is that—is that Chewbacca?” He asked smiling, pointing to the brown tall character on the paper.

“Yeah!” Mickey smiled, “And that’s R2.”

“You like Star Wars?”

“Yeah! My daddy and I watch the movie.”

“Who’s your favorite?”

“R2!”

“Nice choice! I like Han. Darth Vader is cool too.”

“Yeah he is! My lunchbox has Darth Vader on it.”

“Pretty cool, kid. You got good taste in characters too.”

Less than half an hour went by, when finally Buzz stepped out of the office, holding some files and nodded, “Thank you, sir. I’ll be checking them out later, don’t worry.”

The moment he turn, shutting the door behind him carefully he heard the sound of laughter. But not just any sort of laughter. Any parents is bound to recognize their child’s voice, especially the sound of their giggles picturing the smile on their face. It wasn’t an odd thing, the kid always tended to laugh at something.

But that made it odd, was that he didn’t recognize the voice laughing with him. He leaned against the corner of the wall about to make a turn to see his son, curious as to who’s laughter that belonged to. Then he saw it.

His new partner. Nicholas “Wraith” Martin, was smiling. The man was laughing. Within the four days he knew the man, he hasn’t seen a different facial expression at all. But the moment he hung out with Mickey, the man was smiling and laughing. Honestly it made Buzz smile brightly seeing the change of effect on the guy. Maria and Hollywood were right, give it time.

He walked over to them slowly but surely, not wanting to distract or distribute the moment too quickly. He decided to play it cool.

Mickey was talking with Nicholas about The Flintstones cartoons when noticed his dad and shouted, “Daddy!”

“Hey buddy! What’s up?” Buzz replies with a matching smile, ruffling his hair once he reached the bench.

“I made a friend, I think? Me and Nicholas are talking.”

“Wow, I can see that! I see that your drawing too.”

“Y-yeah!”

Wraith on the other hand was taken back, not expecting to see Buzz today. Matter a fact, see that he has a son?! He wasn’t expecting for him to the father. It must be a dream. He guess he saw the resemblance in their facial features in cheeks and hair, but mostly betting the boy looked more like the mother.

“Uh, he’s your kid?” He asked, feeling kinda stupid about the question.

“Yeah, yeah I’m his dad. I’m sorta young I know.” Buzz replies simply.

“No, no it’s completely fine. Just wasn’t expecting for you to his dad, more like his uncle.”

“Yeah I get that a lot. But last time I checked, I’m the father. Besides, I think his mom deserves all the credit.”

Nicholas looked over at Mickey for a moment and then back at his partner, “Haha, I bet. Wow. Nice kid by the way.”

“Thanks.” Santos tells him with a smile fixing up the SpiderMan backpack, “Thanks for watching him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble..”

“No trouble at all. We bonded together, right kid?”

Mickey looked up and nodded smiling, “Yeah we did!”

Santo smiled reaching for his son’s hand, in which Mickey gladly took noticing that it’s time to go soon, so the boy decided to waving to Nicholas grinning softly. The boy and him exchanged drawing happily.

“I wish we can could stay and chat but the mrs. Garcia would be mad if we’re home late.” Santo said call apologetically with smile.

“No it’s alright. I get it.” Nicholas replied holding his drawing and chuckled, “You should get going then.”

“Actually, we’re free Saturday afternoon. You can home over for Barbecue with Mav, if you like?”

“I’ll like that!”

“Okay cool! Mick, say adiós to Wraith, buddy.”

Mickey smiled and sillily said, “Hehe adiós!”

Both men laughed and waved at each other walking away knowing they meet up again that week. It was good, real good. Yeah sure Wraith can be a bit tough and stronger than expected when it comes to his actions, he’s a good man. It just took Buzz a while to see that.

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