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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@hellsingrevamped : Greetings and Salutations I enjoy reading your works, wanted to ask if you could write about the all re8 women reacting to their S/O hidding somewhere to smoke a cigarette when the S/O is not really a smoker somthing for any gender. (This is my first ask, keep up the amazing work i look forward to reading your stuff when you make it.)

Thanks, friend! This is a really good idea. I used to smoke every now and then, but I have asthma so I have no business smoking in the first place lol. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is a smoker. That’s just canonical. She does it as a way to calm herself down.

You always tell her that she should cut back some for her health, but she just chuckles and gestures to her body. “I think it’s a little late for that, draga.”

You do smoke sometimes, but you try to keep that hidden from Alcina and the girls. You also do it as a stress-reliever, but only when you are incredibly anxious.

Alcina finds you smoking one day and scolds you. (Double standard much?) “Draga! Smoking is bad for you!”

When Alcina sees how worried and upset you are she clicks her tongue and pulls you into a hug as she rubs her fingers through your hair.

Alcina calms you more than a cigarette ever could.

Donna:

You feel bad about keeping the fact that you smoke a secret from Donna.

You just know it’s a bad habit and don’t want her to think any less of you.

One day, Donna goes to get you for lunch and finds you sitting on the rooftop balcony smoking.

Donna’s face turns red immediately… She thinks you look really hot.

She calls to you softly and you startle, flinging the cigarette out of your hand in the process.

Donna giggles at your guilty face before turning around and telling you lunch is ready. She doesn’t say another word about it until you question her later. She doesn’t want you to feel bad. She loves you either way.

Miranda:

Okay, Miranda despises smoking. She’s a biologist and she knows how bad it is for humans.

You try to keep your smoking a secret from her, but she smells it on your clothes.

She warns you of the health effects of it and crosses her arms disapprovingly when you explain that you only do it sometimes.

Miranda rattles off a bunch of statistics about smoking, but you kind of tune it out after a few seconds. You don’t mean to, but her beautiful face is much more interesting to focus on.

After a while, Miranda stops and you go over to give her a hug and say you’re sorry.

Her face turns red in embarrassment as she gently pushes you off and tells you to go brush your teeth and take a shower. If you do a good job and promise not to smoke again… There may be cuddles in your future.

Bela:

Bela doesn’t like smoking. She has seen it in classic films and in literature and she just thinks it’s kind of gross.

You don’t ever do it around her because she has voiced this opinion many times.

When she can’t find you one day, she goes up to the roof of the castle to see you lounging and smoking as you have a beer.

She’s pissed. Not only are you smoking, but drinking alcohol too?! (This woman is so innocent, I swear).

You try to explain yourself, but Bela isn’t having it. She pulls you along by the ear and scolds you all the way until she gets to her room.

She literally watches as she makes you show her where your stash of cigarettes is and then she dumps them out. You tell her she better pay you back for those… She does out of moral obligation, but she snarks as she does it.

Cassandra:

You don’t really know how Cass will respond to your smoking, but better to be safe than sorry.

You try to do it when you know she will be busy for a while.

One day, you have a few cigarettes and then return to her room. Cass is already there and when you walk in she can immediately smell it.

She wrinkles her nose in disgust and asks you if you smoke.

You blush but nod.

Cass is torn. She can’t stand the smell of cigarette smoke… But, she thinks you probably look really badass and hot while doing it.

Overall though, she can’t support your smoking. She knows it’s bad for you and she doesn’t know what she would do if you got sick from it.

She, uncharacteristically, begs you not to smoke anymore. You are freaked out by this and decide that if Cass doesn’t want you to smoke this badly, you won’t do it anymore.

Daniela:

Dani thinks smoking is cool! (Don’t smoke, kids).

While she is surprised to find you smoking one day, she excitedly joins you and asks if she can have one.

You chuckle and jokingly scold her about the dangers of smoking.

She laughs with you and playfully rolls her eyes.

She actually teaches you how to make smoke rings. She’s from the 50’s, y'all. Smoking was super popular back then, don’t judge her.

You and Dani don’t smoke often, but you better hope that you don’t do it without her.

She’ll pout and whine about how you hate her and get super dramatic about it.

You try to limit your smoking, but it’s nice that Dani doesn’t make you feel bad for doing it.

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palmtreesx3 · 1 year

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Seeing Stars

I don't often share the words that vomit from my own head, but from what started as Hot Tub Steve appreciation inspired by the artist formerly known as @willowherbal (*insert Hunger Games 3 finger salute in memorial*) and the masterpiece that was Be With You Everywhere - Hot Dog Steve emerged and I couldn't remove the bumbling idiot from the depths of my brain. So thanks for that @sweetsweetjellybean @crappymixtape @superblysubpar

Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

Summary: The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.

References to past trauma, a dash of NSFW, staring, glaring and illusions to a hot tub hook up

Part 2: A Girl Like You

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It was hot. Not oppressive. Not stifling. But the kind of hot that has you seeing stars at one in the afternoon. Sunbeams bouncing off pool water, sunglass lenses and sweat glistening skin - not sure if you're more desperate for the cold beer or sticking your hand in the ice cold cooler to grab it in the first place.

Honestly, it's everything you could want for a celebratory, classic, absolutely patriotic 4th of July, but things are different at this particular picnic. It's been a few years, but the innocent holiday full of sparklers, sweet watermelon juice running down your chin and late night fireworks just hasn't been the same since everything that happened that year at Starcourt. It was when everything you thought you knew about the place you grew up changed in an instant and this motley crew welcomed you into their fold. Since then, most have pretended it was any other day, hiding away trying to busy themselves with whatever they can to avoid the Americana laced trauma.

You don't know whose idea it was to finally put a pin in the escapism, and while most tentatively agreed that it was about time you knock down the walls you all built to hide away the day, everyone unanimously also agreed they didn't want to spend it with anyone else that wouldn't understand. So that's how you found yourself here, hiding away for the holiday in the backyard of the Harrington house, poolside with people you grew up way too fast alongside, and others who are now far too grown to be the kids you once cared for. It's still surreal to you to think you can find yourself comfortably sitting here at this house with any of these people - none of whom (save the kids) were you big fans of before that star spangled day from hell all those years ago.

You were splayed out now, towel rolled up under your neck, daydreaming. Trying hard not to have your thoughts float back to all that you've collectively been through and instead on all the things you wish would go right from here on out. Behind a soundtrack of laughing, splashing and American Woman playing loud on the radio, you were grateful for the comfort of these people who turned into lovely friends and imagining the potential of a fresh start ahead after just finishing up your college degree that past spring. Things feeling far enough in the past to even consider what a future could look like.

That sparkling, blinking sunshine brought you back to reality - sunglasses snatched from your face in an instant by a meddling Dustin dashing by. The kids all now playing hot potato with your Ray Bans, you sigh before calling out "After all these fuckin years, you still think you can get under my skin? You know you're not 13 anymore, right?!" They laugh and you smile, because your favorite pastime is giving them as much shit as they can handle.

You squint hard against the blistering sun and in that moment become blissfully aware of the sweat dripping down your body. You casually reach in your bag, grab a second set of sunglasses and pop them on your nose while you swing your legs over the side of the lounge chair, considering your next move.

In that moment, your eyes catch on the steam now rising from the grill on the other side of the yard, Steve standing behind it ready to throw on a round of hot dogs to feed the ravenous troops. He's in navy blue swim trunks slung low and cut high, sunglasses perched on his head and a scowl of concentration on his brow. You selfishly pause for a moment to take him in, standing there so much more a man these days than before, but you quickly shake it off like you always have and make your way back over to the coolers, reaching in for a new can of beer and a handful of ice.

Behind the grill, Steve is doing everything he can to hold it together. He's kept himself busy today, lucky enough to be able to hide behind playing host in order to avoid suspicion. His issue isn't even the holiday - he doesn't need the 4th of July to remind him of his torture. He has chronic headaches and a ringing in his left ear to take care of that. His issue is you. You and the new view he has of you now that he's standing there behind the steaming hot dogs.

He takes a moment to gather himself, running both hands through his hair. You've never been one to fall for his charms. Not the King Steve brand nor the genuine yet still cavalier one that came after he actually got his shit together. He never did shy away from poking and prodding and exploring what he could get away with, but you…you always threw it right back at him. Playing what you assumed was a game of banter meant to keep each other on your toes - what he assumed was your attempt to remind him that you never really chose to be his friend. Despite everything you have gone through together, your friendship still felt a mile away from him and any semblance of a chance with you arguably further. He knows how you feel - felt? - about King Steve and he's pretty sure you being in his life is meant to be yet another reminder of what a shit person he used to be. So instead he settles for teasing and friendly yet biting remarks all soothed by his own fleeting glances.

And God damnit if he isn't cashing in on those fleeting glances today. He's pretty sure he's had to duck away inside the house at least twice to hide his half hard cock as he caught a glimpse of you sunbathing, sweat glistening on your tits in your festive red bikini or bending over, ass on full display, leaning deep into the cooler to pass out another round of beers to the group, including the kids who are now old enough for no one to give a shit if they have one, too. It's a challenge he wasn't aware he needed to be ready for. A battle of wills that makes tossing a molotov cocktail at an otherworldly monster seem like child's play.

Yet here he stands, making himself as busy as he fuckin can at the grill while you pass back over with a group to sit down again on the lounge chairs. Someone turns the radio up while you and Robin stand up and start belting out Wilson Phillips' "Hold On" to whoops and cheers from everyone around you. It's in that moment he slides his sunglasses down off his head knowing full well he will not be able to pretend he isn't watching you intently without the safety of his dark shades covering his eyes. He's taking deep breaths counting the hot dogs back and forth and back and forth again to ground himself when you run up next to him, out of breath from the sprint over, the singing, the dancing or all three combined and shove a can in his face.

"Can't forget the grill master, huh? Do me a favor and don't burn the dogs."

" Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks." He stumbled out. Normally he keeps his composure and plays his role giving you some bite in his responses, but you've already derailed him and he's pretty sure the sun is frying his brain while he's at it. So now you're here, standing there completely thrown off.

"You okay there, Harrington? "

He grumbles out a hum and you leave him be, figuring he may need a few more beers or a whole new personality, because every time you consider dropping the snarky act with him he totally blows you off and can't be bothered to speak to you in full sentences. He's come such a long way and you want to let the past be the past entirely, but you find that you're irritated with yourself for even looking his way when he acts like that, so you come to give it to him harder next time.

Everyone has settled in again with their fresh drinks and full bellies, some playing a card game on the pool deck, a group taking a break from the water spread out in the grass and others bobbing in the pool. You take the opportunity now that the pool is calm and all games of chicken are nowhere to be found and slide in too, deciding to be unbothered by whatever the fuck is going on with Steve. You grab a hold of a float and kick your feet up so you're floating on your belly, arms folded on your float and head turned to the side resting in the cool water. After a best of silence you spin yourself around, ready to strike up a conversation with Nancy about her own post-college plans when you catch it. The sunglasses are just low enough on the bridge of his nose to catch a glimpse of the direction of his eyes and you are one thousand percent sure that before you turned your float around abruptly, Steve Harrington was staring hard at your ass. Fuckin typical.

Your conversations continue to flow, you join in on games of Rummy and races in the pool. You find yourself shoulder to shoulder with Max on your towels in the grass giving the girl the kind of advice you know she needs. And all the while you feel his eyes. You thought the first one was a fluke - of course Steve Harrington would oggle any ass put in his view - but now you're not so sure. Because normally with you, he'd follow up his blatant stare with some kind of bite or tease, telling you to put your ass away before someone uses it as a flotation device. Instead every time you think you might be catching him staring you down behind his sunglasses he makes himself busy and jams another hotdog in his mouth. At this point you think he's eaten at least 6.

It's late now, and the group starts moving inside, picking a movie and settling in cozy spaces to wind down from the day. Everyone falls into their normal movie night rhythms, bickering over movies, Dustin talking through the opening credits and flicking the lights off for the ambiance. You find yourself in your favorite movie night chair, giant Hawkins High Tshirt slung over your now dry bikini, feet with red painted toes hanging over the armrest, when you're certain you feel it again - eyes on you in the dark of the room.

Robins first to fall asleep, unabashed snores falling from her for far too long before Steve nudges her and tells her to go the fuck upstairs and get to bed already. He leaves to set her up in one of the guest rooms and you can hear now that instead of returning to the movie hes clanging around the kitchen cleaning up from the day. The others also start, sun-beat and slightly buzzed, nodding off into a comfortable slumber around you, and you don't hear Steve padding around the kitchen any longer, so you also assume he has packed it in and went to bed.

When you quietly snuck back outside, walking while shedding your oversized t-shirt yet again in favor of a quiet moment in the Harrington's new hot tub under the stars, the last thing you were expecting to see when the shirt lifted over your head was Steve, already perched there in the bubbles.

" I thought for sure you had already gone to bed. " You say into the silence. He has yet to really acknowledge you so now you're even more confused than before.

At this point, you're fully committed, shirt already off so you climb in, with or without his permission to join. Dipping your toes in and lowering yourself into the jets, you catch him looking before he looks away and you've about had it. You know you might come off strong here, maybe a bit bitchy…and the way he's sitting there with shoulders freckled by the sun and his chest hair all on display under the jets has you second guessing your frustrated emotions, but you don't let what's in front of you distract you. You stick to your guns and open your mouth.

"What the fuck is your problem today, Harrington. I know we're not the closest, but I thought we were friends and I'm not sure what I did to offend you?"

" Offend me? I - uh, shit. What do you mean? "

" Well you won't stop staring me down today, so either I did something to offend you or you can't help yourself enjoying this fucking impeccable view. " And as you say it, you genuinely feel that it's just a normal bite back. A tease that is on par for your friendship. It's when you see the look on his face after you say it that changes everything. He looks like a puppy dog. One that's waiting to be kicked after sifting through the garbage. Like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar. Like he's just been caught red white and blue handed at his own fucking 4th of July picnic because he wasn't able to tear his eyes away from your body. Oh my God.

"I-it's not, I mean...I...guess it is, fuck. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. Y-you just… . "

You watch him stumble over his words - a literal feat for someone who used to wear a crown like King Steve - and see him slowly slink down until only his eyes and nose remain above the bubbling water, shutting himself up without fail. Of course he acts like this with you. How is he supposed to ever convince you he's not an ounce of that old disgusting version of Steve if he can't act civilized around you even when you're in a bathing suit. His eyes closed slowly before he squeezes them tight. He can't will himself to look at you because he's so fucking embarrassed and he doesn't want to talk about it, but you - your not dropping it. You can't.

"Steve, you fucking look at me right now."

He slowly opens his eyes, keeping half his face still submerged in the water to ensure he doesn't say anything else so utterly stupid or make you any more mad at him than you clearly are. He looks at you so intently, directly in your eyes almost without blinking and you don't think anyone has ever seen that far into you before in your life.

"Were you spending the day checking me out?" you say, softer than he expected.

He slides up, ready to explain and admit his transgressions "yeah I mean, listen, I really didn't think anyone noticed, especially you... "

" Oh my God, you really were shoving hot dogs in your face to try and throw me off, weren't you? "

" Holy shit, yeah I ate like 10. Fuck, it was that obvious? That's so embarrassing. I really need to get a grip. You just looked so good today and I was probably just distracted and I'm sorry - " eyes closed again in utter shame, completely word vomiting his explanation to you across the water.

But before he could apologize again or continue his ramble, you moved quickly across the hot tub, slotting yourself low, down at his level and between his wide spread legs. He opens his eyes when he feels you floating in his space, noses almost touching, chins just under the bubbling water, and you are eye to eye now. He hesitates, thrown off by your proximity, before smashing his lips into yours. It's rough and sloppy and the water is sloshing everywhere as he brings you in closer by the hips so your legs settle in on each side of his.

And he can't help it, he breaks away and starts in again on it "I'm sorry, I - oh my God" he gasps out as you cut him off by grinding your bikini clad core down hard on his dick.

"I swear to God Harrington, if you apologize one more time I'm climbing off right this second" he nods, enthusiastically, fervently as you reach down into the water, between both of your legs and give him a nice firm squeeze. His eyes roll back in his head and he gasps.

"I swear I'm not apologizing, but Jesus Christ, I don't deserve this. You - I don't deserve you but not even this little bit - Fuck!" You grab his shoulder tight, holding on to give your hips another firm roll back and forth and decide to get a little soft and card your free hand through his hair as he babbles.

"I know what you see when you look at me - ah, sh-shit" you roll again but he reaches up and grabs both sides of your face to get you to stop and look at him "I know who I was, but I know you like to make me remember it too, so I never thought… I know I'm better. Fuck, I know it, but I don't know why anyone who knows how I was back then even gives me the time of day. "

You reach up and grab the sides of his face, too. Challenging his unwavering eye contact with your own, you lean in and give him the softest kiss he could have ever imagined, raking your hands back through his hair and tilting his head back a bit to look up at you. From this angle he sees the stars behind you and questions what kind of penance he did these past few years to deserve this moment.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #hot tub steve #hot dog steve #steve harrington is an absolute idiot #Spotify

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jackactuallywrites · 2 months

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I am asking very nicely for part 2

I need our pathetic duo

Besties are making fun of MC for being an idiot and they take her to a club and WHO'S THERE? 💀

They meet in a smoking area and MC is going through all stages of grief

That's us btw

Drunk and Disorderly

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x You

Rating: Still pretty mild

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, clubbing, Liverpudlians

Summary: You to the club assuming Ghost won’t be there. More fool you!

Notes: we simp for @xxven providing all these excellent plot ideas it would not happen without her 🫡

Word count: 1,666 (spooky!)

“I’m not going back to the pub.”

You were being uncharacteristically firm; usually, enough badgering from Katy and Elle would have you giving in and trudging off to the pub, but this time you were absolutely resolute. Elle was less than impressed, letting out a heavy groan as you vetoed the classic Friday evening plans, “Is this because of the whole Ghost thing?” You glowered at her, and Katy snickered, “Can’t believe you thought Soap was some girl chatting him up.” You huffed, “It’s hard to tell in that lighting! Plus, a lot of the girls around here have that haircut.” Elle did her best to hold back her amusement, whereas Katy did no such thing, cackling at you outright, “You twat.” You made a face at her, “Bite me. We’re not going to the pub.” Elle acquiesced, “Alright, fine, fine. What about the club?” Katy grimaced, “So we can watch you get embroiled in lesbian drama again?” Elle grinned, “I mean, what’s a night out without a little drama?” “A little drama? You almost got your extensions ripped out.” “But I didn’t.” You interrupted, “I vote to go to the club as well.” Katy huffed, “That’s because you know you won’t see Ghost in a gay bar, isn’t it?” You saluted, “Absolutely. Two against one.” She sighed, knowing she’d been beaten, “Fine. But no drama!” Elle held her hand over her heart, “No drama!”

Of course, it had been a promise that couldn’t be kept. Elle had a habit of finding herself in the middle of arguments, no matter how hard she supposedly tried to keep out of them. It was lucky for her that Katy was there to console the jilted lover and convince her not to throw her drink over Elle’s head. Elle was unbothered as always, already finding some beautiful person to dance with. With Katy busy soothing troubled lesbians and Elle trying to seduce anything even remotely sexual, you were left alone, though you didn’t mind.

You couldn’t think of a better place to bury your embarrassment than in the middle of a gay club, your face painted with colour and sparkles, your tits pushed up so high they practically touched your chin, and your waist cinched by your corset, your confidence absolutely untouchable. You’d already gotten several numbers that night, not that you planned on using any of them, still silently pining for a certain murderous spectre, but it had done wonders to restore your self-esteem after that dreadful night the week before.

The memory had long since faded into irrelevance in your mind, the music seeming to pump directly into your veins, the bass pounding along with the beat of your heart, your hips swaying, your hands touching your hair, your neck, absolutely enraptured by everything in that moment, lost in the sensations of absolute peace that only pounding music and heavy drinks could provide. You danced until your feet hurt, and the sweat began to bead up on your forehead, threatening to ruin the intricate swirls Elle had spent so long on, finally taking a break from your dancing and heading out for a breath of fresh air—in the smoking area.

You paid little attention to the patrons as you pushed open the heavy door into the cool night air, letting it flow over your face, enjoying the smoke-tainted breeze. The door shifted slightly behind you, someone taking the weight of it out of your hands, holding it open as they came into what was generously called a garden, though was more accurately a group of cheap metal chairs on fake grass, grouped around a single space heater. Most of the chairs were occupied by a group already deep in conversation, some of them known to you, huddled together, with two chairs left out. You were too happy to sink into the available chair, taking the weight off your feet, leaning back and stretching out your ankles, only somewhat regretting your decision to wear heels. The person who’d come along behind you sunk into the last available chair, and you finally looked over at them, wondering if they’d be good conversation.

Fate, it seemed, had a very funny sense of humour.

Ghost was sitting in the chair beside you. Ghost, terrifying Lieutenant, was in the smoking area of a gay bar. He was looking at you curiously, still wearing that trademark skull balaclava, inexplicably allowed to wear it no matter where he was, dressed in a slightly more casual version of his usual uniform, a thick black jumper paired with the classic cargo trousers that every soldier favoured. And there you were, in your skimpy sparkly dress, arse out, tits out, dignity left somewhere behind on the dancefloor. Your only saving grace was the hope that he might not recognise you, as crushing as that might have been.

The nod he gave you was friendly enough, as well as the “Alright?” he offered in your direction, and you did your best to squeak out an “Alright!” in response. Thankfully, he didn’t seem entirely bothered by your practically virginal awkwardness around him, his attention on the cigarettes in his pocket, digging out his lighter as he pulled up his mask, revealing a clean-shaven jaw as he clamped the cigarette between his lips. You were clearly not one for subtlety, as he offered the pack out to you, clearly noticing you staring.

Broke and gasping for a quick smoke was probably a better look for you than desperate, so you took one from the pack, trying to remember where you’d stashed your lighter, but Ghost was already leaning in with his, the tip of his cigarette touching against yours as he sparked them up, taking in a deep breath to encourage the embers to catch. You were absolutely spellbound to be so close to him, able to smell the slight hint of cologne that lingered around him, but you leaned away the moment he did, trying to look at least somewhat casual about it, as though smoking with your lieutenant was something you did every day. It was an undeniably insane scenario, yet when he settled back into his chair, entirely at ease, the tension seemed to dissipate from your body. He wasn’t judging you or staring at you with murderous intent, nor was he stained in blood with sweat trickling over his sculpted chest. He was just a man, sitting in a rusted chair, smoking cheap cigs out in the cold. It might have been the alcohol that caused this revelation, or perhaps the soothing effects of the nicotine, but you could feel the anxiety fade away as you looked at him, noticing just how ordinary he seemed.

“I’m not gonna grass you up for being drunk and disorderly if that’s what you’re worried about.” Ghost’s soft voice snapped you out of your revelation, the man clearly having cottoned on to your weird behaviour around him, yet he’d entirely misconstrued the true cause and given you a perfect excuse. You leapt on the opportunity, smiling, “Hey, I might be drunk, but I wouldn’t say I’ve crossed into disorderly just yet. I’m just worried what Elle will say if she catches me talking to a Manc.” He hummed at that, “What, she a scouser?” You nodded, “And proud of it.” He snorted, his lips curling into a slight smirk, “Why would anyone be proud of being from that shithole?” You gently kicked his leg with the toe of your heel, “Hey, nothing wrong with Liverpool!” “Scousers are what’s wrong with Liverpool. And the world.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, get over it. She’s perfect.”

There was something easy about his company, the conversation flowing like water as you idly gossiped about the various officers you’d seen out that night, some of whom were decidedly less than single, as well as occasionally dipping into the finer points of what military equipment you each favoured, with him favouring the classic goretex and you preferring the AKUs. Your cigarettes had long been stubbed out, and the psychological warming effects of the alcohol were beginning to fade, your skimpy dress doing very little to protect you from the chill.

After the third time you’d been wracked with shivers and the second time you’d refused his jumper, Ghost took matters into his own hands, tugging it over his head and offering it out to you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off, “If you don’t take it, I’ll give you a formal reprimand.” You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes at him, but you took the jumper from his hands, tugging the warm material over your head and letting it fall down over your body, shifting in the chair so it covered more of your exposed skin. The fabric swamped you, but you weren’t complaining, amused that the hem of his jumper was longer than your dress. You grinned at Ghost, holding your arms out to showcase how long the sleeves were on you, “How do I look?” Ghost had long since pulled his mask back down, but you could see the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he smiled underneath it, “Warm.”

The heavy door opened again, revealing a very happy-looking Elle with a big lipstick smudge on her cheek and a somewhat tired-looking Katy. Elle pointed at Ghost, wrinkling her nose and booing loudly, “Manc!” Ghost looked at you, then back at Elle, folding his arms over his chest, showcasing the tattoo sleeve that wrapped around his forearm, “Scouser.” She responded with a childish stream of incoherent babble, and Katy sighed, “Come on, we’re off.” You weren't about to bicker with Katy, so you pushed yourself up from the chair, looking down at Ghost, “You’re not getting this back, you know.” He shrugged, “Fine by me.” You smiled down at him, “In a bit then.” He nodded as you left, his eyes flicking over your body, drowned by his jumper, “In a bit.”

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brucesterling · 1 year

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All the booze in all the gin-joints in this crazy world

Bruce Sterling Jan 22, 2019 9:04 AM

*Boy, they drink a lot in the classic movie "Casablanca." Granted, they've all got plenty to drink about, but gee whiz.

*I tried to keep up while watching. I had to do some research.

“CASABLANCA,” a classic movie set in a number of cafes and bars

Wine – English couple in the opening scene are drinking wine at the outside cafe when robbed by a sly pickpocket.

Cocktail – A desperado is waiting, waiting, waiting and drinks while lamenting that he will never get out of Casablanca.

Cocktail – Man tries to negotiate a passage out of Casablanca.

Wine – Man buys passage on a fishing vessel

Wine – Women trying to get more money for jewels

Cocktail – Englishmen are served by Sascha in Rick’s bar, and toasting cheerio.

Wine – Women gambling at Rick's while drinking

Champagne glass (already empty) – In front of Rick as he is toying with a chess problem

Wine – Ugarte drinks while bargaining with Rick.

Brandy (Boss’s Private Stock) – Sascha serves the good stuff to the spurned Yvonne, because Yvonne is Rick’s private stock.

Brandy – Captain Louis Renault drinks at Rick’s. He's a steady customer, since the bar also has loose women.

Brandy – the Italian Fascist Captain Tonelli drinks while harassed by Lieutenant Casselle in Rick’s.

Brandy – Rick gives some free brandy to Renault in Rick's office.

Veuve Cliquot 1926 – The top French champagne that Renault recommends to Strasser as the Nazi crassly gobbles caviar.

Wine – Ugarte has a glass when arrested

Wine – Resistance member Berger drinks wine at the bar as Laszlo and Ilsa walk into Rick’s.

Cointreaux – Laszlo orders two for himself and Ilsa as their first of many drink orders in Rick’s.

Champagne – Captain Renault orders “a bottle of the best” when invited by Laszlo to join him and Ilsa at their table.

Champagne Cocktail – Laszlo orders one as he joins Berger to conspire at the bar.

Champagne Cocktail – Renault orders for himself and Laszlo at the bar as Berger flees.

Champagne – Renault orders some for Rick when Rick joins the Laszlo party.

Bourbon – Rick drinks American bourbon to console himself for his former mistress Ilsa somehow walking into his gin-joint, of all the gin-joints in the world.

Champagne – Rick opens a bottle of champagne in Ilsa’s flashback room in their happy liaison in Paris.

Wine – Rick and Ilsa drink in Paris at the Cafe Pierre.

Champagne – Rick, Ilsa, and Sam hastily guzzle three bottles of Mumm Cordon Rouge as the Nazis occupy Paris.

“The Bourbon” – Ferrari demands his special bourbon in his own bar, the Blue Parrot, when Rick arrives to negotiate. Somehow, Rick refuses the bourbon, saying he never drinks in the morning.

Wine – The pickpocket toasts another sucker in Rick's before he robs him.

Brandy – Rick is drinking heavily on the second night in his club and Renault joins him for a brandy.

French 75s – The cocktail Yvonne orders when she comes in as the brand-new floozy of a German officer. A “French 75” is an American drink named after a caliber of French artillery in World War One.

Recipe of the “French 75” cocktail 2 oz French cognac 5 oz of chilled champagne 1.5 oz lemon juice 1 tsp. superfine sugar

Champagne – Strasser and fellow German officers are joined by Renault while living it up for the second night in Rick’s.

Brandy – Carl serves brandy to the Leuctags to salute their escape to America.

Brandy – Rick offers brandy to Annina (Bulgarian refugee girl) as she prepares to prostitute herself to Renault to save herself and her husband.

Cognac – Laszlo orders for himself and Ilsa the second night in Rick’s.

Brandy – Rick continues drinking recklessly at his own bar.

Champagne – After the publicly defiant singing of the Marseillaise, Lazslo and the French officers toast the humiliation of the Germans.

Champagne – Ilsa and Rick drink in Rick's room the second night.

Whisky – Rick doses Laszlo with medicinal whisky after Laszlo gets roughed-up while escaping a police crackdown on the Resistance.

Vichy Water – Renault pours himself a non-alcoholic drink of this after Rick has shot Strasser, but in a symbolic act drops Vichy into the trash.

THE END

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theviceadmiralswife · 5 months

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Salute recruits and soldiers to this still funky Friday ⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓🌊⚓

A good question popped up in my mind with Kizarus birthday yesterday out of nowhere 10 pm ... I'm supposed to sleep.. Doberman comes home tomorrow from a mission but no... my brain is like, must answer this question, now. Ps. I better put a NSFW after all Kizaru who is undoubtedly the most pervy, lewd and kinky admiral 😛🙃

So here are the top 10 gifts YOU can gift Kizaru for his birthday in no particular order.

I see you next week I'm off this weekend with hubby Doberman 😍... wish you all a lovely weekend.

• STRIPCLUB. ..mens night out in a strip club, women, wine and "woos" , if your Kizarus darling he drag you with him into the strip club. He gives you booze until your in a good buzz and become More and more open, he will make you go on stage dancing with the strippers it makes Kizarus eyeballs pop out and his fantasy running of what he do to you at home.

• SCENTED CANDLES this one will surprise you all the most but Kizaru is always thrilled to get for his birthday scent candles... he goes bananas for those and loves his house being filled with their aroma, his nose indeed has an exquisite taste.

• YOU /SUBMISSIVE...oh Kizaru loves it when you give yourself as present he can do anything with you for 24 hours, then you be his pet slave for a full day he digs into that and will you parade around Marineford as his pet

• PRIVATE STRIPTEASE ...Kizaru might be partying in the strip club but when it comes to it he prefers when he gets a private show from, do an action packed strip to the song "rock you like a hurricane" and you will end up that night rocking the bed for sure

• LOVESONG he loves when his dearest Darling serenades him for his birthday and after a traditional happy birthday song Kizaru is even more delighted with an additional love song. Move your curvy body while singing "your so sexy" from French affair and Kizarus shades will fog up he can't help but to join moving his hips with you and join in a little sing session

• TROLLING PEOPLE. Kizaru loves it when you join him on his birthday to be extra mischievously with him trolling the troops by groping your breasts in front of everyone and you slap his ass in public, grinding against each other.....best mischief is when both of you take the piss out of Sakazuki like this pretending to make out in a middle of Sakazukis office

•PERSONALISED KINKY SEXTOYS Kizaru is kink,... give him sexy pink shades...as he gets thrilled if you by for him and yourself matching collar and leash to add to your kinky sex toy collection and he is certainly experienced in using those, sex toys are his favourite tool to annoy prude Sakazuki , or give him one of those clone your own willy dildos for Kizaru to clone his cock, yeah buy 2 packs you need it.. and as soon as Kizaru has his cock cloned he will cheekily coerce you to try it out and give it your approval

• BODY WORSHIP AND SPA DAY. he soaks it up when you worship his unadulterated hairy hot body, especially his legs, massage them, kiss them rub them...a full round body worship and dirty talk... Kizaru loves it to lay back and be pampered this way including a facial treatment, and massage...ooooh he coos in pleasure if you end the session with some handywork or your lips

• ROMANTIC EVENING he has a romantic streak somewhere and when you cook set the table for a romantic dinner put candles up everywhere and play soft classic music pouring a glass of delicate fine wine while wearing and elegant dress, Kizaru will just jaw drop and gaffe at you before smiling so happy like you never seen before.. it makes his heart flutter. to him it hits home when instead of him taking you out to a restaurant you seemingly bring fine dining home looking like a goddess

• BOOKS ...this might be a bit unexpected but even someone as covertly educated and intelligent as Kizaru finds joy in books at his age... for one of those slow moments on his rare day off... ooh but what makes him snicker and giggle like a school girl if you his darling dearest gifts him a copy of the Kamasutra. His eyes grow wide and his lips curl into a lewd smile the more he flips through the pages of the kamasutra book... he reads it that evening in one go with a glass of wine... later that night he has to try out all the positions with you.

#one piece #one piece hcs #kizaru x reader #kizaru borsalino #admiral kizaru #borsalino one piece #kizaru smut

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goldengleams · 8 months

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Omg I need some Jack Hughes fluffff (please)

You tugged the black New Jersey Devils hoodie over your head as a chill ran through your body. It was lightly snowing outside, the temperature dropping to signify that it was truly winter time.

The television in front of you now played the late night news, the hockey game having just ended. The Devils had a home game but you had decided to stay at the apartment due to a bug you were just getting over. You hadn’t wanted to get Jack sick, so you stayed away, cooped up in your apartment when you weren’t at work. Jack had all but forced you to stay over at his and Luke’s place since you were feeling better so he could finally see you.

Looking at the clock, you knew the boys would be home soon. The Devils had won and Luke had scored the only goal of the game, so you knew he would have to do some media interviews after.

You curled up onto the large couch, promising to only close your eyes for a moment so you could greet the boys when they got home, but it was too good to be true. The next thing you heard was the click of a lock and the door was opening.

You sat up from the couch just in time to see Jack push open the door, bags in hand. He flipped on the light and you could practically see his pupils dilate as he discarded his things and rushed over to you.

“Hi babe,” you said, voice still raspy. He embraced you in a tight hug, mumbling how cute you looked in his sweatshirt.

“Good nap, eh?” He joked, taking your face in his hands. You tried to laugh, but it ended up as a cough, and you quickly turned away so you wouldn’t spread your germs.

“Damn, you really were sick,” he teased. You pushed his chest, mumbling out an insult back to him.

“You’re just the nicest boyfriend, aren’t you, J?”

“Yeah, well I did stop at that deli you like near the rink and I bought you soup earlier, so I’d like to think I am the best,” Jack said, giving you his classic cheesy smile.

“And what if I’m not hungry, Hughes?” You said. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look tough even though you knew your hair was sticking up.

“You are, I know you.”

He moved towards the kitchen to take some out for you, knowing your sleep schedule had been off and that you had been up most nights coughing. You followed behind him and entered the kitchen where Luke was sitting at a barstool, scrolling on his phone.

“Luke, you did awesome tonight!” You said, smiling in pride for the youngest Hughes brother. “I’d hug you but, y’know…”

“I know,” he laughed. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Luke was always a little shy when it came to compliments, but you always made sure that he knew how great he was. He asked you how you were feeling and you chatted while Jack went to change.

“I’m honestly so glad you’re here, Y/N he’s been driving me nuts all week,” Luke said once you asked how the week had been. “I think I probably know the whole trajectory of your illness because he’s talked about you so much.”

You rolled your eyes at that. Jack didn’t like to show it, but you knew that he was a worrier deep down. Whether it was before big games or things dealing with family, he always cared.

“Well I promise that I’m feeling better and I’ll be around more to relieve you of your roommate and brother duties,” you said, fake saluting him.

Jack walked back into the kitchen, now in a t-shirt and some flannel pajama pants. He gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head.

“Want me to heat some up?” He asked you, already moving to get you a bowl.

“Yeah J,” you said back. Jack moved around the kitchen easily, grabbing everything he needed to heat some soup up for you.

The microwave hummed in the background as Jack caught you staring at him.

“Like what you see?” He joked, swaying his hips a little. You giggled as he made his way over to you.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, pressing your head to his chest.

“Missed you more,” he whispered. “Can’t wait until you’re better and then we can-”

“Alright, I’m leaving you lovebirds alone before I see anything that would make me sick,” Luke joked, walking out of the kitchen and dodging Jack’s attempt to slap him on the shoulder.

He turned back to you, about to finish whatever his thought was when the microwave beeped. He groaned but went to go get your bowl.

“Thanks, grumpy,” you laughed. Once he set the bowl down in front of you, he sat on the barstool across from you.

You waited for it to cool before taking a bite and moaning in delight. “Jack, it’s so good, oh my god.”

“I’m glad, babe,” he watched you in admiration as you seemed to feel better immediately as you ate. It had been almost a year since you had met Jack and you never failed to make him smile.

“Thank you, by the way. I think I started eating before I said it,” you chuckled.

“You don’t have to thank me, you did the same for me when I was sick,” he replied, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, when you thought had the man-flu,” you said, giggling as you recounted the last time he was sick.

“Hey, I had a fever,” he countered.

“You were sick from the flu shot, Jack, and it lasted for two days!”

You both started laughing, then, remembering how dramatic he had acted. Your laugh turned into a cough and Jack came over to rub your back.

“Need some medicine?” He asked you. You nodded, trying to swallow some water to help. Jack returned quickly with some pills you had been prescribed to help for you to take.

A few minutes later, once everything had been cleaned up, Jack took your hand and led you to his bedroom. You climbed into bed together and felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, babe,” he muttered, already closing his eyes.

“Love you, Jack,” you said, sinking into his warm embrace.

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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I wrote something!!! Trying my hardest to get to my requests, I promise! Hope you enjoyed this little bit of Jack Hughes fluff!

#jack hughes #nhl hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #hat trick hotties 🏒🧢#nhl

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 9 months

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Weiss: Where's Penny? She said she wanted to show us something, and I'm getting tired of Waiting!

Ruby: Come on Weiss! Give her a minute, you know she wouldn't waster our time!

Weiss: I know, I'm simply Annoyed. She usually is more on point than this.

Ruby: I know, I know, but we should-

*Ka-Clunk*

Ruby: ?

Weiss: ?

A sleek Vintage car rolled it's way out of a set of Garage Doors, Penny in it's driver seat, wearing thick Road Goggles, and a Leather cap.

*Clickety Clickety Clickety*

*BANG BANG*

Penny: Salutations!

Ruby: Penny!?!

Weiss: What's with the car?

Penny: I was watching an old "Classic" Movie to try and understand popular culture better, and simply fell in love with the Vehicle in it! The project I have been working on has been a Replica with all the Modern Features to be Road Legal!

Ruby: Why's it backfire?

Weiss: It's Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!

Ruby: It's what?

Penny: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a Musical Feature Length Motion Picture from approximately 60 years ago!

Weiss: It was My Grandfather's Favorite movie! It's one of my own!

Penny: Would you like to go for a ride, Weiss?

Weiss: Would that make me your Truly Scrumptious?

Penny: *Blushing* I- I suppose it would!

Weiss: *Climbing in* Then let us be off, Professor Potts~

Penny: One moment. Ruby? Please lower the Bonnet.

Ruby: *Watching the engine* Sorry! I just wanted a look under the hood!

Penny: I can show you later, for now would you like to join us?

Ruby: Absolutely!

#A lot of my shitposts are for myself but this one in particular is for me #i should watch that movie again #ruby rose #weiss schnee #rwby #rwby shitpost #penny polendina #nuts and dolts #frostbyte #frosen steel #I also want to see Penny in 30's racing gear but i can't afford it

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shortpplfedup · 7 months

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 8

Well this was a whole-ass SITUATION. I'm still processing, but another outstanding ep. The twin scents of audacity and desperation hung over this episode. Sand tries and fails to have any kind of backbone with Ray. Boston sits in purgatory and decides nope, hell it is. Cheum learns more valuable lessons about perhaps minding her own business. Nick might be moving on to Zaddy!Papang. Mew spirals. Yo and Plug break up. And Top...maybe set Ray up to get arrested so he could look like a hero? Everybody had the goddamn audacity this episode. Y'all went up for Mew's crazy eyes last week, let's see where the gworls are landing for me this week.

⭐1. Atom

People with self-confidence like you are very charming to me.

OH SIR! Talk about coming in hot! Atom's in an experimental mood and looking for somebody to blow his back out, so of course he thinks of Boston, and he's putting out whatever sauce he can muster to entice him. I gotta say, this is a wrinkle I ABSOLUTELY did not see coming but the mess is MESSING and I'm fully on board. Cheum is gonna LOSE IT.

🔺2. Boston (3)

Alright. I’m a social leper.

Well he didn't do a lot this week but boy did he make it count: his bitchface at Nick, who it seems he might have really started to care about; poking at Top's soft spots; telling Cheum maybe she should mind her own business; and just talkin' gay shit with Atom who is VERY into gay shit right now it would seem...every second Boston was onscreen was a second of perfection. ESPECIALLY the second when he decides to make yet another terrible decision and take Atom home and maybe give him what he's been sniffing around asking for. I mean, has learned not ONE goddamn thing and I LOVE that about him.

🔻3. Mew (2)

You take no space in my mind at all.

I haven't seen a classic post-breakup slut spiral this well executed in FOREVER. When Mew did the line of coke I gasped, and when he shoved his tongue down Ray's throat right in Top's face I SCREAMED. Oh honey, you're SUCH a cliché and I love you for it. Mew does not feel an ounce of anything resembling love or attraction for Ray, and he knows it, and he also knows the thought of him and Ray will keep Top up at night, so cigs, booze, yeyo and tonsil hockey it is.

⭐4. Daddy Dan

If you have a friend who likes old people, introduce us.

Papang has arrived, and he's playing the kind of guy who asks college students he's hiring to hook him up with their friends so...that's all present and correct. They love to cast Papang as charming but also slightly seedy and creepy and I'm very into it. Also, in my country there is a strip club/brothel called Dad's Dan so I cackled for a solid 5 minutes at the previews.

⭐5. Freddie Mercury The Second

I want no business with someone else’s boyfriend.

The only person this episode to exhibit even an ounce of self-respect. I salute you sir.

🔻6. Nick (4)

What should I do to earn your forgiveness?

Nick's licking his wounds and trying to get back in the game with Boston, but Nick having never met a boundary he couldn't trample has pretty much sealed that deal for now. As Sand pointed out to him: what was he even doing at that party, other than making a fool of himself?

🔻7. Top (6)

Are you really picking Ray?

Ok so Top's the one who called the cops right? Because they knew exactly who and what they were looking for, and his #1 priority was getting Mew out of Ray's orbit and back into his. Top's beggin' tour wasn't working on anybody except Cheum (who...girl. GIRL!), but he still managed to end the night in bed with Mew, so I guess he'll count that as a win?

🔹8. Cheum (8)

They're all selfish. They don't care about me.

GIRL. Your girlfriend keeps telling you to LEAVE THESE BOYS ALONE AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS. Now you crying on the couch and don't nobody care except your girlfriend, WHO TOLD YOU. All them boys one by one just telling her to get out of their faces...GIRL YOU ARE A LESBIAN YOU ARE ABOVE BOYS MAKING YOU CRY.

🔻9. April (7)

I know you’re worried about Mew. But he’s a grown man. He can take care of his life.

Girl aren't you tired? That woman don't never listen to you and now instead of having a good time you're feeling her snot seep into your chest through your (slay) outfit and thinking about how you're not getting any sex tonight either. SHE DOESN'T EVEN APPRECIATE YOUR ART.

🔻10. Plug/Yo (5)

There were many people I gave all my heart to. I gave them everything I got. There were many people I gave my room key to. They all returned it to me in the end. I don't want you to raise my expectations. And then you leave me too.

Oof, poor baby Plug. He just wants to live that househusband life but Yo been THRU it and ain't interested in going thru it again. I was surprisingly affected by Mom breaking up with Cool Stepdad, given how little screentime they've had, but Jennie's just that good.

🔻11. Sand (5)

Friends? You and I have never been friends from the get-go.

What more can I say about this loser? He's so embarrassing I can hardly look at him. Ray does not give a good goddamn about him, he uses him as a plaything, a servant or a punching bag as it suits him, and instead of throwing rocks at his ass and telling him to GTFO, he FIGHTS THE DAMN COPS who are trying to take him away. It's almost fascinating, watching this bullshit: every time I think this is surely Sand's rock bottom, he goes lower. We've got 4 episodes left but I'm calling it now: Sand is the most pathetic character on this show.

🔻12. Ray (1)

Let's hire a DJ instead this time. I don't want a band anymore.

OH MY GOD FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE. Does Thailand do 5150s? Because Ray needs to be committed as a danger to himself and others. He got everything he wanted and IT'S NOT ENOUGH, just as we all (I hope) knew it wouldn't be. And then on top of that Mew refuses his kiss in private but lays one on him in Top's face and it's like he just lost it. That ugly scene, breaking up Sand's encounter with Freddie II (shades of him doing the same with Sand's date earlier in the season), claiming ownership of him (told y'all) forcing a kiss on him because Sand's his property right? Ray was downright nasty this week, and not in an enjoyable way.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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frozenfries · 2 years

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|ω・`)ﾉ Greetings

I shall now submit my request and so here it is

Since s/o is a chirpy, friendly and warm person. What if all of the sudden, they feel blue and under the weather. Literally just shut down all together, then spend most days in now messy room. They didn't come out to eat or training, barely get some rest, the room is locked shut. Just have no motivation nor the energy to do anything. So when one of the agents tried to check on them, they were hiding under the table, just crying.

As for character hmmmmmmmm cypher, chamber and omen pls.

My apologies if this is alot and sort of heavy. Because it's something that i really relate to

But anyways, thank you so much for letting me submit the request

|･`) Goodbye ~

Salutations (•◡•) / This is a heart wrenching request and I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for awhile now. You have nothing to apologize for, and I’m more than honoured to undertake an idea that speaks to you. I hope you like it! Sending this along with a hug~

Feel Again (Cypher, Chamber and Omen)

Prompt: Cypher, Chamber and Omen support you during a bout of bad days.

Word Count: 1,969

Cypher:

• Cypher’s well acquainted with misery. Sometimes he wonders if people would like what they saw underneath his mask - the years of pain and silent suffering etched deep in his features.

• It goes against what he’s known for, but he does try his very best not to invade your privacy. Yet the itch to check the emergency spy camera he installed in your room grows each day he doesn’t hear or see you.

• He knows how much you enjoy his cooking, so every day he leaves some food outside your room: bread with homemade jam and tea for breakfast, herbed couscous for lunch and chicken tagine for dinner.

• When he would bring you the next meal, he’d feel a tiny puncture in his soul when he saw that the previous plate remained untouched.

• He’d knock gently at your door and lean his head against it as he spoke to you about his day and reminded you that he was thinking of you.

• “Please... just give me a hint that you are listening.”

• He sleeps outside your door every night you lock yourself away, just to be close to you.

• A man only has so much patience, and his concerns for your health and well-being were becoming increasingly hard to push aside.

• Activating the spycam in a moment of weakness, his heart goes out to you when he finally lays eyes on you.

You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep again, what hour it was or even the day of the week. But for the first time in what felt like forever, the growl of your stomach woke you up. A clink akin to marbles rolling about sounded and you rubbed your eyes blearily. Realizing you weren’t alone, you jolted upwards with a start, yelping as you banged your head sharply on the underside of the table.

A wince, followed by a familiar voice. “Ooh be careful now. I can’t have you losing your memory of me when we’ve just been reunited.” Glowing blue goggles peered down at you.

Cypher?

“What are you doing here? Are you alone? Please don’t tell the others, I don’t want them to know,” you mumbled, panic rising in your chest as you pushed yourself more carefully into a seated position. How he even got in here was beyond you - and you didn’t bother asking that one, because you knew what his response would be: I have my ways.

He chuckled. “Only I could see you hide. Don't worry.” He gestured to his chess board, where he sat cross-legged on the floor across from you playing against his most formidable opponent: himself. He plucked a bowl from a tray beside him along with a spoon, and slid it toward you.

“Harira,” he said by way of explanation. “A classic comfort soup from home, made with tomatoes, lentils, chickpeas, fresh herbs, dried spices, and meat.” You stirred it slowly, steam still billowing out the top. You couldn’t remember the last time you had food. “Eat,” he coaxed gently. “You must certainly be hungry.” You obliged, surprising yourself with how fast you finished. Nodding in satisfaction, the information broker replaced the now empty bowl with a plate of chicken kebabs and rice.

Abandoning his chess game, he scooted closer to you as you ate, handing you a cup of rather expensive Moroccan mint tea to close out your meal. It irked him to see the other agents fighting over something that wasn’t even theirs to begin with, but as soon as he’d mentioned bringing some for you, they immediately backed off.

“See what you’ve been missing?” He asked as you leaned into him and took a sip, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “If you are going to stay in here, at least let me stay with you.” He spoke with what you swore was an underlying desperation to his words, a quiet longing to be with you, though he tried not to show it. You nodded, relenting and causing him to smile under his mask.

“No one should have to spend their bad days alone.”

Chamber:

• The agent considered to be among the most disingenuous knows what it’s like to experience melancholy.

• Your unconditional kindness toward him went a long way in the Protocol. It was something he didn’t come across often and something he experienced even less.

• In your time spent together, you often hung out in each other’s rooms when you both wanted some peace and quiet to get your minds off work.

• Reading, listening to music, drawing, doing crossword puzzles to name a few: whatever it was, you both enjoyed being in the same space, even if you were doing different things.

• Because of this, one of his Rendezvous anchors had a permanent place in your room. He’d pop in whenever he had a random thought, to walk you to breakfast in the mornings or simply to wish you a good night before you tucked in - though not without asking first. He is a gentleman, after all.

• As someone who enjoys conversation, he likes hearing your perspective on things, but it’s also with you where he learns the value of comfortable silence.

• Although this silence from you as of late is different. It makes him uneasy, especially when none of the other agents have heard from you.

• Chamber’s a man who knows that good things come to those who wait. But after a few days with no response, his tolerance is thinner than a piece of thread. What if something happened to you?

• He tries to convince himself that chivalry is (temporarily) dead and teleports into your room to check on you.

The sound of shuffling feet roused you from your dreamless slumber. At ground level, you saw a familiar pair of sleek black and white shoes turning this way and that, moving freely about your space as if they knew it by heart. Blinking, you poked your head out from under the table.

“Chamber? What are you-“ You paused as you took in the state of your room, eyes widening. It was completely spotless: all previous clutter was removed, items put away in cubby spaces, clean clothes folded neatly in your drawer space, your bed freshly made. There were no lights on except for a brilliant string of twinkle bulbs strung around the perimeter of your room.

The man stood in the middle of the place, cleaning the last of it with a mop. His eyes lit up as he took you in. “You’re awake. And you have wonderful timing!” He exclaimed. “Forgive me for the unsolicited cleaning, I suppose old martial habits have not yet left me.” Chuckling, he dusted off his hands before making his way over, surprising you by settling down next to you on the floor. He lay flat on his back, an arm propped up under his head as a makeshift support.

“At least let me get you a pillow-” You started to get up, but he immediately held out his arm to stop you.

“You think I cannot handle the ground?” He raised a brow, sounding amused, but you’d seen him regularly bring a seat cushion for himself when travelling on the VTOL for missions.

“Your clothes will get dirty,” you tried appealing to his vanity.

“I just cleaned. Besides, I can have another set in my armoire by tomorrow morning.” He waved away your concerns as your eye twitched.

Damn rich people.

You backed down, confused. Why was he here?

“I would ask what has you feeling down but that is so personal, non? There is also the chance that you may not have an answer to that question.” You averted your gaze as the marksman watched you carefully, having hit the nail right on the head.

“I have been where you are,” he admitted. Shifting onto his side, he reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours. You played with them as he continued. “When I served in the military, there were days when I would not feel like myself and not know why. That being said,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I never want you to experience that alone.”

He winked, his next sentence making you smile a little.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until you feel better.”

Omen:

• No one understands the blues quite like Omen.

• Joining the Protocol and having support from Sabine were the only things that kept him going at one point after his human life was ripped from him.

• That is, until you came along. For the first time since his accident, you made him feel like he was actually living, as opposed to merely existing.

• With your contagious smile and happy-go-lucky attitude every time you two interacted, waking up and making something of his life didn’t seem like an obligation. Rather, it became something he willingly wanted to do.

• Omen’s usually very aware about giving you your personal space and respecting your boundaries, because he appreciates when others do the same for him.

• However, this comes with certain exceptions.

• When you’re unresponsive to visits to your room, he slips little notes under the locked door to let you know he’s there for you.

• Though when he finds out that you haven’t eaten or drank anything for days, it kills him a little to do so but he teleports into your room because it’s absolutely imperative that he knows you’re safe.

• If you give him flack for overstepping, he’ll apologize but he won’t regret his actions because they meant knowing you’re okay.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned, rolling over with great effort at the source of the light noise. You’d cried yourself to sleep at some point and your eyes felt like two pieces of sandpaper.

For the first time in a while, your body didn’t feel cold all over like it usually did when you slept. That’s when you noticed a sizeable, purple-grey wool blanket draped over your form. It was so cozy that you instinctively snuggled deeper into it, before you heard a gravelly hum.

“You like it.”

“Omen…” Allowing your eyes to slowly travel upward, you were met with the outline of the wraith sitting adjacent to you on the floor, leaning back against a leg of the table. His legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle.

He paused, examining you for a moment, before his hands continued deftly knitting stitch after stitch. “You’re sad,” he remarked, though not unkindly.

You opened your mouth to reply and that’s when you noticed a slew of little knitted goodies surrounding you, seemingly having accumulated as you slept. Killjoy’s frog. Raze’s Boom Bot. A bowl of Yoru’s Zarusoba noodles. Viper’s snake. Skye’s Tasmanian tiger… Currently, he was working on a miniature version of Fade’s nightmare orb.

“They miss you,” the shadow spoke in reference to the other agents and seemed to read your mind as he saw you staring at them in disbelief. “As do I,” he mumbled a little quieter.

You sighed deeply, zoning out for a moment as his rhythm had you transfixed. There was something so relaxing about watching him knit. Keeping the blanket around you, you carefully rested your head in his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reached out a hand, his long fingers gently grazing your hair in soothing motions before coming up to cup your cheek. His touch was cool and airy, making you feel light in the moment. You closed your eyes, the feelings of loneliness tapering off, sentiments of safety taking its place.

“I’m here… for as long as it takes.”

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ineffableoutpost · 9 months

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Thank you Sailor!

Steddie drabble

Eddie walked into scoops ahoy a few seconds behind a group of girls and got the privilege of watching Steve’s little speech on the group in front of him.

He snickered especially when Steve introduced himself, as if there was a single soul in Hawkins who didn’t know who Steve Harrington was.

To Eddie’s surprise, the girls snickered and turned down his advances and obvious flirting, giving them his order and going over to their table as Steve and Robin gave them their ice creams.

He saw Steve bicker with Robin and grunt as she scribbled down something on a white board.

Eddie’s turn came up and he took his opportunity to mess with Steve.

“Hey man, what can I get you?” Here’s the thing, Eddie had seen Steve from afar, but up until now, never this close. He looked gorgeous, his hair all smooth and soft, all those moles scattered across his skin, and was he wearing lip gloss?

“What, I don’t get a fancy greeting?” Eddie retorted, smirking his lips to the side.

“Ahoy Eddie, want to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me, I’m Steve Harrington, and I’ll be helping you today.” Steve spoke in a monotone voice, rolling his eyes.

“So, sailor Steve,” Eddie began, a teasing voice lacing his words. “What does a sailor as pretty as you recommend for land folk such as me?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, trying to put on his best customer service voice and character as he could. “Well, my favorite is mint chocolate chip, but I know a lot of people hate it.”

Eddie wasn’t particularly fond of mint chip, but he hand to please Harrington. “Can I get a taste of it?” Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes.

Steve nodded and grabbed the little spoon and filled it with the ice cream before handing it back to Eddie.

Eddie tasted it, making sure to swirl his tongue against the little spoon before taking it out and moaning dramatically. “It’s nice, but not my kind of tea. Any other contenders ?”

“Uhm, a lot of people like the classics such as chocolate and strawberry, but we do have the flavor of the month which is this like Blackberry flavor.” Steve rambled on, pointing at the pints holding the ice cream.

“I think I’ll just take a vanilla cone for now.”

Steve nodded and got to scooping, handing Eddie his cone and receiving the money. Eddie licked the ice cream and moaned, purposely getting some on his lips. He used his thumb to wipe the cream of slowly, ducking his thumb and not breaking eye contact with Steve.

“Thank you sailor,” Eddie saluted, winking and turning to leave. Behind him, Steve was flushed and flustered, holding the money as Robin snickered next to him.

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thehighfiveproject · 1 year

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Hey, friends: the challenge begins!

Treasure Hunt will run from December 15 through January 15. That's right: a full month of opportunities to hand out high fives to all the authors who write fic for us all to enjoy! This is intended to be fun and easy just like our normal Fandom Boost Bingo, but here are a few things to keep in mind.

Rules:

You must leave a comment on a fic for each square. Just kudos won't do this time around (although please feel free to leave kudos too!). The comment should be at least one sentence telling the author what you liked about their story, not just a 'thanks' -- "I loved the characterization here!" is enough! Hopefully the author will feel the crispness of your high five and be glad. [Note: very occasionally on older fics there may be no way to comment. If commenting is impossible, you can make a rec post instead. But comments are preferred!]

You must include a link to the fic on your bingo card. You can add a rec if you want, you can say how it made you feel, whatever creativity sparks in you -- but we need to have at least a title, an author, and a link to AO3/tumblr/Livejournal/wherever.

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Below the cut you'll find an even more exciting EXPERT MODE card, which is a 4x4 with a few more fic categories if you're feeling up to it! Also below the cut are definitions of each category if you're not sure what's what.

If you want to go EXPERT we salute you! But feel free to just do the regular challenge instead if that's all you have time for. Remember, you don't have to do every square -- so good luck and happy reading!

Keep in mind that, just like with Fandom Boost Bingo, this is completely open to any fandom, any mix of fandoms, any characters or pairings or tropes or ratings. The only thing it has to be is a fic. With that in mind:

Here are the square definitions:

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thelunarsanses · 1 month

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Salutations!

Owned by: @thelunarsystemwrites

This is an RP/Ask blog...

For every single one of my sanses.

Yup, that's right... ALL of them, and there's a LOT. But don't worry, I'll break it down for you! The following will list AUs, along with the Sanses you can ask stuff to! (Links will direct you to information/Art on the AUs!)

MISCELLANEOUS AUS:

Mourning Dew Sans.

FacadeTale Sans.

Nonbinary Lust sans. (AKA LuSTARous)

Tea!Lust Sans. (Matcha.)

Little Angel Sans!

Lipstick Lust!

Okay technically she isn't a sans, but Matcha's daughter Teacake!

BERRY GROVE AU:

Lust.

Blue.

More to be added.

(ILT for short) INFECTIOUS LOVE TALE:

Lust.

Swap.

Dream.

Nightmare.

Others to be added.

CRESSATALE:

Lust.

Fresh.

Geno.

Error coming soon.

Outer.

Ink coming soon.

Swap.

Dream.

Nightmare coming soon.

Bad sanses coming soon

Cross coming soon.

CRESTATALE:

Lust. And, so Lust. (First design)

(Literally so many other guys, will eventually come.)

AGEREVERSE:

Agere Sans!

Lust.

Swap.

Ink.

Dream.

Nightmare.

Dust.

Killer.

Horror.

Cross.

Fell.

Classic.

SUPER HECKED UP MAGICAL GIRL AU!

Heartburner! (Lust sans.)

Duster! (Reaper/Dust fusion!)

Blast! (Ink sans.)

AUs to be added once art is made:

Camper AU.

AurelaTale.

RULES:

No NSFW asks.

I will try to leave most political stuff out of here.

Roleplay asks are very much allowed! However, I get mentally drained easily and might stop responding after a while.

Art of the characters is also allowed! Just please credit me! ^^

You may also ask questions to multiple characters in one ask, or even me!

Ill add on later if needed!

If they're in the list, you can ask 'em stuff. If their name is crossed out, not yet!

(THIS MASTERPOST IS NOT COMPLETE, I'M JUST TIRED OF WORKING ON IT.)

Credits list for all the OG AUs!

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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You're my Habichuelas to my Beans on Toast! 😘 2

(Part 1)

Miles woke up from his boyfriend's bed feeling his lower back aching a bit. "Mmm," He could smell garlic and onions in the air with a slight hint of tomatoes. The nineteen year old got up from his partner's bed going to the restroom to brush his teeth and wash up his face.

It's a few days since dinner with his boyfriend and his family had. This time Miles was able to sleepover at his boo, letting his mom know he won't be able to come home till the next day around noon. Luckily his mom allow him to spend time with his boyfriend, unlike his dad.

Miles is in Earth 138b, so his new upgraded watch had him fit into the world's reality. He had fonts over him with tired symbols being gloomy. "Weird." He always looks amazed by the way he looks in Hobie's world. The weird word would pop out of him with a bold italic font and ripped paper, somehow he is the only that sort of noticed this.

Every time he mentions it to Hobie about these things, being a bit surprised about it. Apparently in his boyfriend world not many noticed or would play along to these weird fonts or images of ripped magazines, newspaper like it was apart of them. Hobie never realized until he got the watch that he was able to have very expressive imagery all around him. Even when he turns pink or any color, he doesn't noticed until Gwen pointed it out when he came to her world.

When the nineteen year old came out of the bathroom, he saw his boyfriend stirring something on the pan. Hobie's eyes look over to find his cute Sunflower in his blue and red boxer shorts walking barefoot. "Morning, luv. Had a good sleep?" He asked having to stir their breakfast with a metal spatula.

"Mmm, morning, baby!" Miles went over to slouch on his boyfriend to give him a kiss. Hobie is in his boxer briefs being shirtless too. Their lips entwine for the moment as he went back to cooking. "Smells good."

His boyfriend holds onto his punker while taking a peak at the pan, "Beans?"

"Yes, luv. Today you'll be trying Beans on Toast. A classic British breakfast!" Hobie hums, "I got tea on the kettle. You prefer Earl's?"

"Yeah, that's fine, baby. I'm willing to try anything." Miles nodded being ready for it. The two had talked about trying more of Hobie's cultural foods, since Miles always share his Puerto Rican meals. It's only fair.

Then, a loud boat horn out loud on the docks, "Looks like, the old geezer is doing his morning salute." Hobie rolled his eyes, as the two hear Hobie's neighbor blowing his morning horn.

"He still thinks there's another World War coming." Miles set up two cups to put in tea bags waiting for the kettle to be ready. The young man met Hobie's neighbors a couple of times, a crazy old man that likes to salute his country's flag.

"There always is, darling." Hobie said having to toast some bread slices with butter.

Miles sat on the small round booth dinning table by the window to see the London's river and other houseboats. Hobie's is much larger boathouse than everyones, he calls her his beautiful Poly Styrene. His boat was abandon, and extremely used with a lot of wear and tear, but for the punker it was love at first sight. He put so much love and soul to his beautiful Poly.

Heck, he even decorated with his own punk aesthetics with a lot of spray paint, and Miles happily wrote Poly on it for class. "Here you go luv." Hobie placed their cups filled with tea on the table, "Best tea in London, eh?"

"Always, baby." Miles chuckles knowing his boyfriend always buy store bought tea bags, he sips a bit knowing its burning hot, "Mmm, delicious."

"You need sugar and cream, Sunflower?" Hobie asked having to look at his boyfriend's chest covered in his love bites and hickeys, a beautiful sight.

"Nah, I'm good for now." Miles giggles, "Breakfast almost ready?"

"Yeah, luv. Just wanted to ask you if you care for some scramble eggs on it or the yolk?"

"Give it to me the way you eat it, baby."

"Alright. It's very simple, darling."

"It's alright, mi flor de Luna." Miles hums feeling a bit cold, he rub his hands together underneath the table. He spoke Hobie turning bright pink with red heart patterns around. "Hehehe, you like that?"

"I do, Sunflower."

"I know, Moonflower." Miles smiles happily, he knows Hobie loves it when he speaks Spanish to him.

Soon Hobie placed their plates of two beans on toasts. "Sometimes my siblings like it with cheese on top."

"And you eat it with cheese?" Miles asked noticing his boyfriend took a bag of shredded cheese on the table.

Hobie shrugs, "Sometimes." He placed knives and forks just to be fancy for his boyfriend. "I'm always a fan like this or plain. The butter is to give it that flare."

"So you're impressing me, huh!" Miles flirted back, "Fancy with the butter and toast?"

"Only for you, Sunflower." He sat next to his partner to show the plate, "I overfilled on the beans since that's how I like it."

"Hmm,' Miles looks at the beans noticing onions, garlic and fresh tomatoes, "You added some?"

"Yeah, this is how I made it for my siblings. Gotta add that Jamaican seasoning, luv." Hobie kisses his boyfriend's cheek, "Hope you like it."

His boyfriend took a knife and forks trying get some toast with the beans, "I'll add the cheese once I try it like this."

"Some of my sisters like adding ketchup with the cheese." Hobie casually said which got Miles looking at him.

"What? Ketchup? Con frijoles?" There's that Rio's resemblance on his Sunflower's facial expression. "I mean... I know some Americans like adding kitchen while making chili..." Miles stood quiet as he took a bit of English Heinz bake beans with toast and butter.

Hobie's smile widen watching his boyfriend chewing very slowly trying to understand the flavor, it's really funny to see. Miles wasn't sure if his food palette was so used to Boricua flavors, or he's not into Heinz baked beans. He always ate Goya Red Kidney Beans- It's always a staple in his family's house. That's how his mom make their Habchuelas Guisado!

"Mmm," Miles could taste a bit of Jamaican seasoning which did help the plain tomato canned beans. He nodded, "Not bad. I need to try the can to know what's better."

Hobie went on the counter to show him the canned he used, "There's some sauce in here, luv? You don't like it?"

"It's not bad. I'm just not used to it, baby." Miles use his fork to pick a bit from the canned to try it, he smacks his lips taking a moment to see if he likes it or not. "Okay, I like your way more. This is a bit... plain?"

"It's that Puerto Rican that's hating on the lack of flavor, luv?"

"Yeah," Miles took a bit of cheese to sprinkle on the toast, "I feel like I have to eat it fast so it won't get soggy." Using his knife and fork to cute another piece with the cheese on it.

"Luv, that's the best part! When it gets all soggy and mushy, MMM. Lovely." Hobie said out loud, that's why he didn't start eating his breakfast yet. Taking his fork, he started to cut in the middle to see if the toast is a bit soggy to his liking, "Look at that, darling. beautiful."

"Nah, bae. That looks like it's gonna fall apart!" Miles said out loud seeing his boyfriend taking a piece for him to try, "Baby, nuuu!"

"Come on, one itty bitty bite for me?" Hobie's body turns with cute confetti, cute puppy images turning a soft yellow with pink. His eyes formed the cute begging look.

"Ugh, fine!" Miles took a bite making his body shivers with disgust. Somehow Miles' body images turns to many Yucky emojis expressions and images of modern font that said Ew! His skin turned a grossed green.

This made Hobie noticed causing him to laugh out loud, "My older sister thinks it's disgusting too, darling."

"I hate soggy bread!" Miles swallows having to chug it down with his tea, with Japanese Emoticons like '(￣￣|||)' or '(⇀‸↼‶)'. Hobie closes closer seeing more Japanese icons and slangs.

"How did you get those?" Hobie asked being surprised.

Miles look at his skin, "I'm not so sure..."

"You're too cute, darling." Hobie plant a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek with his arm around Miles' neck to pull him closer.

"Mmm, trying to get out of trouble! Giving me that nasty ass soggy bread." Miles angrily pucker his lips still being upset about it. "I'm going to finish my beans on toast!"

Hobie laughs seeing the slight red color with Kaomojis around his boyfriend's body. '⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾, [ •̀ ^ •́ ], (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)' patterns all over with a slight of muted red. "Darling, it's delicious that way."

"No, it's not!" Miles argues, he dig his fork into the toast trying to eat it before it gets soggy. "Also, with cheese it's good, too."

"Wanna try it with ketchup?"

"No, I wanna play it safe." Miles admits, "Have you try this with my mom's beans?"

"I have and it's delicious that way too, darling." Hobie chews his beans on toast, his body beaming yellow with satisfying imagery around him, "Mmm, perfection."

"Heh, you really like this, huh? You grew up eating this a lot."

"It's one of the only things me and my siblings could eat."

Hearing this made Miles stop for the moment, "What? Your mom didn't cook?"

"Nah, she's a drunk. Never cared to cook anything for us. My older sister had taught herself how to cook. One of the things she knew was this, so we all learned to eat this." Hobie casually said. "Sometimes we only had a few cans and bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"You never got sick of it?"

"You couldn't or else you don't eat, luv." Hobie finally looks at his partner, "And eating this is way better than starving three times in a row."

"Baby..."

"Don't give me that look, luv." Hobie sighs turning back to finished eating.

"What look?"

"That look like you feel bad for me."

"Baby," His boyfriend wrapped his arms around Hobie's arms, "you never told me your childhood was this bad."

"Because I don't want to be view some poor boy getting pity on bollocks! My mum was a fucking drunk that didn't give a shit about me and my brothers and sisters! It was bad enough we got looks for being black, but a poor black family?" He scoffs.

"Bae, I just want to know more so we can talk about it. I didn't know your mom was this neglectful! hey, look at me, Hobie. Come on, baby," The nineteen year old caress his boyfriend's hand noticing he's upset. When Hobie gets upset about his childhood, he tends to shut down or avoid the conversation all together, it's better that way. "Hobie, it's okay to get upset. Look, I'm surprised because you rarely talk about. I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you. I promise I won't bring it up, again."

"Nah, luv. It's my fault. I know you want to know more about me, but I'm afraid..."

"Why?"

"Because you might see me a bit too damage." Hobie rested his head into his boyfriend's arms. "Like ripped old jeans."

"Getting a bit poetic there, bae."

"Sunflower!" He frowns then chuckles. "I'm too damage, darling. Got some terrible demons in me."

"So?" Miles scoffs having his arms wrapped around his boyfriend's upper chest, then giving him kisses on the forehead feeling his thick wicks rubbing against his collar bones. "I love you, baby."

"But you only know a part of me."

"Then show it. I love all of you, Hobart Brown. Your flaws are beautiful to me, mi amor." Miles kisses his boyfriend's plump lips. "Your my Poly."

"Poly?" Hobie looked confused for the moment.

"Your houseboat, baby! You told me you found her looking like shit, all broken and one part was about to crack open and sink the boat," Miles began, "You always found something special about this place and look how fucking cool this place came out! You're my Poly, bae."

"You can fix me, bae?"

"I'm saying people saw this boat as damage and shitty, but you found her to be special. Just like I found you to be special to me, bae."

"You're saying I'm shit?" Hobie jokes.

Miles pouts, "Your not listening to me, mi amor. So mean!" His body turning into angry Kaomojis and fonts. "You ass!"

"Hahaha, I'm joking, Sunflower. I get you." Hobie pucker his lips, "Kiss?"

Miles kisses him again. "Take your time talking about your past, baby. We got all the time in the world."

"Yeah, I will. Say, should we let your parents try this." Hobie have a sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, we should! I wanna see their reaction!" Miles could picture his dad's reaction. Hobie laughs along with him.

A week passed since the two sleepover, they were super busy with being Spider-man and their own personal life been so busy. So to their relief they were able to hang out.

Hobie came by to Miles' world as they walks together on the streets to a Bodega after bodega to find the beans. Of course, it wouldn't be sold in stores where they specially sold Latins or Black products. Miles wanted to make Beans on Toast for his parents to try, so he looked at his phone to find a store that sells the brand Hobie used.

"Man, I can't believe we have to go all the way to Manhattan to find a can of beans!" Miles sighs, they walk together into a store where it sells special International items, sometimes trendy snacks and meals.

Hobie casually said, "Luv, I didn't know this was a mission. I should've brought my own."

"Nah, it's fine." Miles wrap his boyfriend's arms, "Besides, I like spending time with you."

"Me too, Sunflower." The two went inside the store to finally found the Heinz Baked Beans, only thing was... they come with flavors.

Miles saw the original canned took a pack just so Hobie can eat it at his place if he craves for it. "Luv, look... they have it with curry!" Hobie's eyes lit up seeing the baked beans with curry, "Can we get it?"

"Sure, bae!" Miles took a canned beans with curry flavor, "I can't wait to see them try this. I wonder how Billie will do."

"She'll probably give you the side eye, darling." Hobie hums as he wraps his around his lover's waist as they went to pay and leave out of the place. "Shall we take a scroll or Spider-man it?"

"Spider-man it, bae. I rather get home so we can snuggle." Miles said with his cute eyes on him

"Alright, luv." The two went into an alley with their masks on having to be Spider-men. They swing, jump and do all sorts of tricks till they reach Miles' home.

At the Morales' place, Jeff had a pink hat on having to playing with Billie. The little girl wanted her dad to be a princess playing tea party, "Mas?" She holds the tea pot asking her dad.

Rio watches in amusement seeing her big masculine husband dressed in a pink dress, anything to keep his daughter happy. "No, thank you! I have a full cup." Jeff said in a high pitch voice.

"No, more!" Billie scowls having to pour more into his cup. "Gluk. Glue!" Mimicking the sound of water being pour into her dad's tea.

"No, it's already full, Miss!"

Billie ignores him as she took a plastic cake toy, "Cake?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Hehe. Oh, how's the weather, Madame Sprinkles?" Billie asked her dad playing the role.

"Lovely!" Jeff sounded like an old British lady.

Rio chuckles, "Your into it, huh Papi?"

"Only to make Princess Billie happy!" Jeff stay in his role.

Then, Miles and Hobie walks into the front door. "Hey!" Miles said out loud, "Hobie is here."

Jeff was about to quickly take off the outfit, but saw Billie giving him a warning look. He sighs staying in his role. Hobie greeted the parents, "Hola, Mrs. Morales," Giving her a hug, his eyes look at Jeff with a big grin.

"Hola, mijo! How you been? Did you eat all the food I gave you?" Rio asked having her hand touch his arm to check.

"Yes, ma'am." He saw Miles going to the kitchen to prepare the families' lunch. Then he turn his head at Jeff, and grins widely, "What's going on here, pops? Got your fancy dress and hat looking like the Queen?"

"No! That's not daddy it's Miss Sprinkles!" Billie spoke up in her British accent, "And we're having a lovely cup of tea!"

"Yea." Jeff put his normal voice on.

"NO! Do the voice!" Billie scowls at her dad.

"Yes." Jeff quickly did the voice which got the punker laughing.

Miles turns to Hobie, "Bae, should I heat it up in the microwave?"

"If you want. I always like cooking on the pan, darling."

Rio looks over her shoulder being nosy, "Qué estás haciendo?" She asked out loud to her son.

"Making Beans on Toast!" Miles grins widely seeing his mom looking at him, "Hobie wants you guys to try it."

"Oh lord." Jeff mumbles, "Do we have to?"

"PAPÀ!" Billie shouted at him for not paying attention to her game.

"Oh, sorry, dear." Her dad did the old lady voice.

Hobie said, "A classic English meal, dad." He went over to the small round table to sit in an empty spot, "Can I play along, Billie Boo?"

The two year took a moment before giving a slight nod, she went to her box to pull out a crown and dress. "You be Mrs. Dotting!"

"Darling, orange isn't my color." Hobie took the crown to put on, then looks at Jeff's dress, "I want something similar to Miss... what was your name, dearie?" Already into character.

Rio just laugh out loud. Billie took the dress to get a magenta one, "Dis?"

"Perfect, darling. This color matches with my starlit eyes, don't you think?" Hobie asked being dramatic.

Billie giggles, "Yus!" Rio watches at Jeff being lost making her giggle.

Hobie took the plastic tea up and sips, "Oh, darling... it seems my tea is a bit cold."

"Oh!" Billie pours more tea into the cup, "Gulk. Gulk. Gulk!" She said in her weak British accent, "Is that better?"

"Mmm, perfect. Best tea in all London." Hobie pretended to sip the empty cup, "Is that a good Earl's Grey or a lovely cup of Black tea?"

Jeff tilted his head, "What?"

"Ummm...Ummm, tea!" Billie said out loud. Heck, how should she know there's different types of tea?

Rio cracking up on her husband's and daughter's reaction, hearing sounds from her son in the kitchen, her curiosity got the best of her. She sat up to look over to find Miles cooking on a pan. "Miles, are you using lata de Goya?

"No, mamí. This one is special from Inglaterra." Miles hums already heating up some beans with onion and garlic, just the way his boyfriend makes it.

"Habichuelas de inglaterra?" His mom asked being a bit worried and surprised. "Guau."

"Mamî, hay mantecaditos?" Miles asked looking in the fridge.

"Shortening or Butter?" Rio asked.

"Butter!"

"Should be in the fridge!" His mom got up to help him look in the fridge. "Aquí," She took a butter container to find it filled with Sofrito, "Oy, hmmm, let me see the back." Rio looks at the pan, "te vas a quemar los habichuelas."

"Oh!" Miles put the heat on low as he stirs it with a wooden spoon, "Found it?"

"Yeah, here." Rio took the right container filled with butter, "Butter with beans?" She looked a bit confused.

"Butter for the toast." Miles explained, "You guys wanna try with egg yolk?"

"Oy, no! No-no, let's try it the way your novio eats it." His mom shook her head, unsure what's to come.

When Miles was finished, he gathered his parents and Billie to their spots. Placing their plates in front of them only to see them arching their eyebrows and tilting their heads together. Hobie saw his own plate, "Ugh, thanks, luv." He happily ate his plate, "Mmm, is this the curry one?"

"Yeah, I added a bit more curry since the flavor was light from the can." Miles put the can in front so his boyfriend can try it.

Hobie chews the beans from the canned and nodded, "That's light alright. Mmm, still heavenly, darling."

"So this is what you eat?" Jeff got his fork to poke at it.

"Ay, Jeff. Don't start, that's rude!" Rio gently smack his hand from being rude to Hobie's English meal.

"What! You were thinking it too!"

Billie stood on a chair as she leans over to pick the toast seeing it soggy, and the beans not like her mom's way. "Ewww..." She lets it go knowing she won't like it.

"Come on, guys. it's not that bad! Look." Miles took a piece and chews it. "And I made it better than the canned." He offer Billie a piece from his fork.

"No!" Billie turned her head away.

"Come on, Boo-Boo. You'll like it." Miles cooed, he got close for Billie to try it, "Please."

"Mmm," His little sister stood hesitant for the moment, slowly she tries it. Smacking her lips, she wasn't sure if she did like it.

"Well, I'll be happy to try it." Rio took a fork to dig in, and her husband follows her.

Hobie watches the two slowly chewing it, their unsure expression got him laughing out loud. Billie still smacking her lips still confused by the beans, "Jugo!" She called for her juice.

"Okay, I'll get you some." Miles went into the the kitchen to get her sippy cup filled with juice.

"Me too, son!" Jeff finally said, he kindly push back the plate, "Nope. Sorry, Brown. This is a no for me."

"It's not bad, but not like mines." Rio took another bite trying to be respectful.

Miles came in with a sippy cup and glass of juice for her dad and sister. Billie happily took her juice to sip then open her mouth at her mom, "Ah!"

"Quieres más, mi amor?" Rio asked seeing her toddler standing on the chair.

Billie nodded, "Huh uh. Mas!"

"Not you, Boo-boo!" Jeff said to his little girl.

Billie shrugs, "Good with juice!" She took another bite from her mom's spoon.

"Jeff it's not bad."

"I don't like it. It's too plain for me." Jeff sips his glass of juice.

Miles arched his eyebrows, "Dad, I added a good amount of salt. Besides, you can add cheese on top of it or scramble eggs."

"Or if you're feeling a bit daring some hot sauce or ketchup." Hobie chews having the biggest grin on his face, he finds it hilarious that Miles' Jeff didn't like his favorite meal.

"Ketchup?" Jeff asked out loud with his eyes wide from a mix of disgust and shock.

Rio pressed her lips together, "Like this?"

"Nonono!" Billie shook her head, "No, kes-up!"

"Cheese taste good." Miles said.

"Lord, my stomach already bubblin'." His dad shook his head, "I'm too old for trying this stuff."

"Cheese, I understand, but ketchup?" Rio asked Hobie.

"It gives a bit of sweetness." Hobie finished his plate up all clean, "Luv, that was amazing. Is there more?"

"You're lucky I bought the second can." Miles giggles, "I'll make more for you, bae."

"He can have my plate. I'm order pizza." Jeff huffed.

"Ohh, pizza!" Billie chews.

"You want pizza, bebé?" Rio said to her daughter.

The little girl nodded, "Cheese pizza!"

"Some good New York pizza will satisfy me." The middle age man got up to make an order over the phone.

Miles came with a second plate for Hobie using the curry beans canned. "Here you go, baby."

"Thanks luv, this beats pizza any day." Hobie happily eats his meal being extremely happy.

"Don't British people like Fish with fries?" Jeff asked out loud.

"Ahhh, now that's better than pizza." Hobie said out loud, "Battered fish with chips with a good ale on a Friday night! Ah, the best!"

"Hahaha, there's some places around here that makes Fish n' Chips, bae. Maybe you'll like them." Miles chuckles.

"Me and my big mouth." Jeff grunts, "I'm fine with pizza on a Friday night."

Rio said, "You always like a filet fish from McDonalds with a hot cup of coffee."

"That's different, baby! That's for lunch during work! Pizza is great for Friday night!" He responded back.

Hobie said, "Nah, pops! Fish n' Chips."

"Chips?" Billie asked.

"He means french fries," Miles kisses his little sister's cheek. "I learned that the hard way."

"Well, fried fish is always good." Rio said thinking about her recipes.

"Chips covered in gravy and a bit of vinegar with a dash of salt is great too." Hobie said out loud.

Miles giggles, "Bae, I think your just hungry."

"I guess, so. You know, I could go for Mrs. Morales' habichuelas guisado with rice after this!" Hobie finished his second plate.

Rio's eyes gleamed with a big smile on her face, "I have a big pot in the stove, mijo! Don't worry I'll get the rice cooking!" Being so happy Hobie likes her habichuelas guisado.

Billie bounced happily, "Oh! Me too!" She loves her rice and beans.

Miles sat on Hobie's lap having to chuckle in his bae's ear, his dad being busy ordering pizza. "Hahaha, bae. You made my mom so happy!"

"Darling, I love her cooking."

"I know, and mines?"

"Your's came out great. Maybe I have to ask you to make me some." Hobie kisses his cheek.

"Well, your the Beans on Toast to my Habichuelas, bae." Miles teased.

"Using my line, huh! I like it." Hobie playfully kissing his boyfriend's cheeks.

"Hey, six feet away, Miles!" Jeff caught the two being lovey dovey before going back on the phone.

"No! Nonono! Me!" Billie got on the table to walk over to her older brother. "My bro-der!" Her brother quickly pick her up seeing her being protective.

"No, he's mine." Hobie teased the little one.

"No, mine!"

Miles merely sighs seeing how his family is all over the place, then he smiles at his man. Hobie looks a lot happier than the first time they met, he's glad he can give his boyfriend the family he needs.

#punkflower #hobie x miles #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderman #miles x hobie #miles morales 1610 #spiderverse #spider man #atspv #atsv #punk flower fanfic #flowerpunk #fanfic

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Hii!!!

I was wondering if you could do a platonic Rottmnt Leo with the prompt "good morning/good night texts". Like he's busy with the gang and reader texts him throughout the day?

Tysm if ur able too!!!!! ^0^ love your work!!!

I spent about 30 minutes debating if I should write this cause I've never written for the Rise! Boys but I'm going to give it a shot!

Also thank you!! That means a lot!! 🥺

Rise!Leo x Gn!reader

Shellphone

Word count: 1k

Warnings: spelling mistakes, Leo being Leo

Summary: no what what he's doing or where he is, Leo always texts you back and it's starting to annoy Raph

Raph regretted it the second he made the suggestion for you two to swamp numbers.

It was all Leo ever did.

Constant buzzing, beeping, text messages.

Beep!

Raph slowly bit into his breakfast burrito, not moving his eyes from the plate.

Buzz! Buzz!

"Can I be honest with you guys?" Mikey leaned into Raph's side, whispering to him and Donnie.

"When are you not?" Donnie mumbled, have a burrito in his mouth, eyes on his own phone and typing furiously.

"I'm getting kinda upset with Leo's texting, it's all he ever does! I mean, yesterday I asked him if he wanted to skateboard with me and he said no!" Tears welled in his big eyes, almost spilling onto Raphs breakfast.

He quickly swallowed the rest and glanced behind him at Leo, leaning against the kitchen counter staring at his phone.

"I'm sure they'll get over it in a few days,"

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A few days later....

Leo laughed heartily at your message, you always sended the funniest things. It was one of the reasons you guys were best friends, you had the same sense of humor.

"Leo! We are in the middle of a fight here!" Raph yelled, smashing another paper ninja, the confetti flying away in the breeze.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on, they just sent the funniest cat meme," Leo shoved his sword into the ground, using it as an armrest as he texted back.

"Ooooh, cat meme!" Mikey laughed, rushing over and peering at Leo's phone. "Awe, he's in a boat!'

A paper ninja snuck up behind them, grabbing Mikey by the waist and throwing him over the docs and into the ocean.

Raph smashed him into confetti as well, jaw agape seeing Leo completely unbothered.

"Leo!" He hit his brothers shell, coming to stand beside him. "Did you miss the part where your brother just got thrown into the sea?"

Leo scoffed. "Don't worry he's fine. You're fine, right Mikey!" Not looking away from his phone, Leo yelled over the railing.

"I'm good!" Came Mikeys eager voice.

"Donnie, save Mikey from drowning, I need to have a word with Leo," Raph grumbled.

"We're turtles we can breathe underwater for-" Donnie started, raising a pointed finger.

"Help! SAVE ME! I can't swim!" Mikey flalled about, splashing and screaming.

"And I stand corrected," Donnie groaned, activating the jetpack on his battle shell and grabbing Mikey.

"Leo, you got put your phone away and focus," Raph snatched the phone from his brothers hand.

"Hey, come on, give it back!" Leo tried to pry Raph's hand open but it wouldn't budge.

"Why are you so obsessed with texting them?"

Leo sighed. "It's just... it's nice to have someone else to talk to. Don't get me wrong I love you guys, but they're funny and have been so many fun places and do so many cool things, it's-"

"It's a nice change of pace from everything," Raph smiled down at Leo, who had stopped trying to open his hand. "I'll give this back, but you have to promise me you're gonna put it away when we're on missions, alright? No mission texting,"

Raph held his hand out and opened it, Leo quickly snatched his phone.

"Deal, no mission texting!" Leo saluted him, his classic smirk on his face.

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"So anyway, now we're here at an abandoned warehouse fighting these foot jerks again!" Leo laughed into the phone, one hand holding his sword and fighting more paper ninjas and the other holding his phone, video chatting you.

"What idiots, who hides out at a place 5 minutes away from your last spot?" You laugh, relaxing back in your desk chair.

"Right! That's exactly what I said!" Leo sliced another ninja in half.

"Leo, I thought we talked about this!" Raph yelled from a balcony above him. Donnie peered over the railing looking down as well.

"We did, you said no mission texting, were video chatting, it's completely different," Leo waved his hand dismissively at Raph.

"Oh, is it Y/n? Tell them I say 'hi'!" Mikey yelled from across the room, taking out three ninjas with one chain pull, the confetti immediately going into his face causing him to cough.

"Don't encourage him, Mikey!" Raph gripped the railing so tight it left hand imprints. "Leo, hang up, were in the middle of a mission!"

"We're fine!" He dismissed again.

"HANG UP THE PHONE OR YOURE NOT GOING TO THE JUPITER JIM COMIC FESTIVAL THIS WEEKEND!" Raph screamed, the sound echoing off the old metal walls.

Donnie and Mikey collectively gasped, heads moving back and forth between the two like a tennis match.

"You wouldn't dare," Leo finally turned to face Raph, eyes squinted.

"Hang. Up. The. Phone."

"Ugh! Fine!" Leo rolled his eyes. "Alright, Y/n I gotta go but we'll talk later, M'kay?"

"Alrighty, I'll be here," You waved and smiled sweetly before hanging up. Leo tucked his phone into his belt, looking back up at Raph.

"Happy now?"

"It's a start," Raph grumbled, finally letting go of the metal railing.

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Leo chewed anxiously on his nails, staring at his phone. Sweat rolled down his brow, he quickly wiped it away, not daring to look away from the screen.

"Leo?" Raph yawned, walking into the kitchen, seeing Leo shaking in the corner. "What're you doing up this late?"

"I can't sleep, I'm worried about Y/n," Leo started to pace around the kitchen.

"Oh no, are they okay? Do they need anything? Should I wake the others?" Raph rambled, feeling worried. While you were best friends with Leo you were all their friend as well. They all cared deeply for you.

Beep!

"Oh, nevermind there it is," Leo chucked, fingers typing rapidly.

"There what is?"

"Their 'good night' text, they were working late tonight." Leo yawned, stretching his arms and heading out of the kitchen toward his room. "Well I'm beat, I'll see you in the morning, Raph,"

Raph's eye twitched. "I'm gonna smash that phone,"

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise #rise!boys #rise!leo #rise!leo x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2022 #tmnt leo #tmnt leo x reader #thanks for the ask!#rise!raph #rise!donnie

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