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mattsobvimyfav · 27 days

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo) PT 10

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

T/W SMUTTTTTT

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y/n’s pov

I woke up the next morning to Matt basically on top of me and I was SWEATING. “Matt please move” I said trying to push him off of me as now I needed to shower. “Matt-” I said, dragging his name out pushing him some more “Shhhh” he said rolling off of me, I giggled, getting up and going into my bathroom. I slipped off my clothes before turning on some music and getting into my shower.

Ten minutes into my shower I heard the door open, I peeked out the curtain to see Matt's back facing me as he started going to the bathroom. “Matthew, um, hello?” I said, hiding all but my face behind the curtain, “What, want me to join?” he said as he finished pulling up his pants facing me. “No this is my time without you three bugging me and somehow you still found a way” I spoke as he walked closed to me where he was standing over me as I was still hiding “Yeah isn't that to bad, I'll sit here and wait” he turned out half sitting on the faucet vanity. I rolled my eyes going back into the shower fully.

“Can you please hand me the towel?” I asked Matt who did not lie he waited through my whole shower. “How about you come out and get it?” he said holding the towel behind his back, I was already running late from him and knew I couldn't be any later than I already was. “What if, you hand me that towel, only YOU come back after school” like the speed of lighting I was handed the towel and he was walking back out of the bathroom. I dried myself off before going into my bedroom and kicking the boys out so I could change.

I put on a cropped white sweater with black leggings. Opening the door for all the boys to pile in while I brushed my hair before we left, I looked at Matt in the mirror who was half sitting half lying on the bed he had on a yellow Ralph Lauren crew neck with grayish/green pants and a backwards red hat. To say I could suck his dick right now was an understatement. He looked so good and I knew if he came over after school I couldn't contain myself. I finished brushing my hair while I watched Matt’s every move in the mirror.

I stood up and Matt grabbed my backpack for me while I slid my phone in my waistband telling Haylee I was late. “I have a proposition!” I say jumping in front of the boys ``since we are already late, I say we get dunks first!” Chris immediately agreed with me, Chris and Nick walked out of my room first in their own conversation and I walked in front of Matt, before I reached the door, Matt swifty grabbed my ass. I turned around facing him, he was making it too hard to not skip school and just spend the day with him. “Matthew, knock it off,” I said, placing my hand on his chest. “Cmon, doesn't just staying home all day sound better?” he whispered as he leaned down, placing a small but sweet kiss just under my ear. “Maybe we can leave school early” I said making eye contact with him smirking, he kissed my lips before turning me around and leading me out the door by my hips.

We finally arrived at school an hour late, I take full blame for that. I walked into my second period and immediately started my work. I sat through all my first periods and lunch before deciding I needed a walk with matt. I didn't think it through though because he was in the same class as me right now. Working on our projects. “Matttt, I wanna take a walk” he looked up at me as I stood up, he told me to go first and he'd be out in a minute so as to not be suspicious of the teacher. After texting him I was in the same corridor as last time, a few minutes later he came around the corner, he lifted me up so legs were around his waist and I placed my arms around his neck. “Hey princess,” he says, connecting our lips. It felt passionate like he meant it and not just in a horny manner. “When can we go back to yours?” He asked to disconnect from the kiss. “When can I come to yours, why haven't I met your parents?” I ask playing with the ends of his hair sticking out under his hat. “How about this, we leave after this period, go to your house for the last three, pick up nick and chris and go to our house?” He asked as I smiled, wigging in his arms “yes please” . He brought his hands gripping my waist “Stop that or else we are leaving the school now” i laughed jumping down and walking back to class.

This felt weird, I have never been a giddy person. I haven't been dealt the best cards in life besides my dad. Something about these boys made me feel warm inside, Nick and Chris in a way where I could curl up with them and lay in the most comfortable silence and be perfectly okay. Before them I could only count on one hand how many times I felt totally comfortable being around people that weren't Haylee. Matt was a different story, there was always a hot feeling in my cheeks with him, my heart beats a little quicker, I can't tell if these are good or bad things honestly. I've already decided I'm just gonna go with it and whatever happens, happens.

As I'm walking back to class on my phone I bump shoulders with someone. Maddy “Watch it bitch” she says before trying to walk away, I quickly grab her hand “Listen cunt, I'm done with your shit. You want Matt so bad and I just don't care, Matt is his own person and because he chooses to hang out with ME over YOU doesn't justify you treating me like the dirt under your shoe, like I said keep up with this shit and it's really gonna turn into some issues for you.” I said through gritted teeth, I would've just hit this bitch but I didn't feel like having to go to the office when I had plans with Matt. I dropped her hand and walked back into my classroom sitting down next to Matt. “What took you so long” I looked over and smiled at him “Nothing”

We were in Matt’s car going back to my house, we were in a comfortable silence as the music played and I was on my phone texting Haylee, she's been kind of a bitch since I haven't been spending all of my time with her. “Matt, I don't wanna do anything crazy. Haylee just killed every mood i had” I said tears brimming my eyes, Haylee can be REALLY mean when she wants and right not she wanted to. “Why what's wrong?” He asked as we pulled into my driveway “I’ll show you inside” I said grabbing my bag off the ground walking inside. My dad was at his friend's house over in New York and wouldn't be back until the next day. “Okay, y/n show me” Matt said closing my bedroom door, I opened my phone scrolling up to where it started and handed him it. I turned around grabbing a hoodie slipping off my sweater and pulled it over me. I sat next to Matt on my bed and looked where he was, only halfway through I went over to my vanity and started putting my hair into two french braids.

“Why are you friends with her?” He asked, placing my phone on the vanity in front of me “I don't know, I think I'm trauma bonded to her” I shrugged tying the hair tie on the end of my second braid “Isn't that like bad?” He asked sitting back onto my bed “Well yes, she didn't traumatize me but she's been there through it all, her and her family I can't leave them” Matt could tell I didn't want to talk about it anymore so he changed the conversation “So what do you want to do if you don't want me to make you cum again?” he said smirking at me “Shut up Matt, wanna go watch a movie on the couch. I'm getting cabin fever from this room” I said standing up walking between his legs “Yes, let me change first” Matt pushed me back by my hips standing looking down on me. He walked over to the drawer grabbing a pair of gray nike sweats, God he's trying to kill me. He pulled his pants down and had me rethinking my previous statement as my eyes traveled down his body. Black Calvin Klein boxers that were tight. I let my mouth fall a little, he was soft and he was huge. “Like what you see?” Matt asks as he pulls up his pants. “Maybe one day Matthew” I said as I turned around walking out of my bedroom.

An hour later we had decided on a scary movie Matt was laying behind me with his arm draped over me. I flipped over still not getting the image of him earlier out of my head and all I could think about was giving him the bed head he's ever received. I started making out with him as he sat up so I was straddling him. I pulled my lips back “Now it's my turn to make you cum” I started going down his body staring him in his eyes. I finally reached his pants pulling them down seeing he was already hard through his boxers “Aw you're excited for me” I tease him “Shut. Up” he said through gritted teeth. I pulled his boxers down grabbing his cock with my left hand looking up at him with doe eyes as I parted my lips slightly. I started to pump him before I slowly brought my mouth over him and went down trying to take the whole thing in my mouth. I started to bob my head up and down, I look up at him and his mouth his parted with the look of nothing but pleasure on his face “Fuck dont look at me or I will cum right now” He said through harsh breaths, and let me tell you that gave me a major ego boost. I started going faster, working my tongue around it and using my hand to work on the rest so I couldn't fit into my mouth. Before I knew it Matts hand was on the back of my head while he fucked my face, hot tears started to stream down my face from how aggressive he was being but I liked it. “You're so good for me” He said, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck” he moaned, I could tell he was close to cumming because he started moving me faster and harder which caused me to gag a couple of times “Im gunna cum and your going to swallow it, okay princess?” He said continuing to face fuck me while I looked up at him with tear stained cheeks. After a couple more pumps I felt his warm cum shoot down my throat causing me to gag a little bit before pulling my head off of him sucking until he was out of my mouth, i swallowed the cum and spit mixed in my mouth as Matt lifted my chin to look at him “Open” he said, I opened my mouth so he could see I swallowed everything. “Good girl” he said, wiping the spit from the corner of my mouth before putting his thumb in my mouth for me to get it off of him. I slowly sucked his thumb. I stood up as he pulled me onto his lip kissing my neck, I looked down at my phone noticing the time. “Fuck we have to get Nick and Chris” Matt disconnected his lips rolling his eyes “Fuck them” he continues kissing my lips. I got off of his lap standing up “Come on I want to meet your mom!” I said excited to finally meet the woman who created my favorite boys. “Your thinking about meeting my mom after I just fucked your face?” Matt leaned back into the couch. “Yes! Now lets go!” I said grabbing his arm pulling him off of the couch to leave.

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x you

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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Also if you want more - 30 and Angus, with whoever you want! :3

30. Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it??

Look, Kravitz's job was nowhere near normal. He fully understood that. It wasn't exactly a nine-to-five. Death can't really take vacation days, y'know? But it got monotonous really fast. Surely necromancers could come up with a new evil number every once and a while? It was all always the same thing- cheat death, live forever, become a god. That last one always made Kravitz roll his eyes. Like the Raven Queen would ever even think about voting a necromancer into Godhood. Honestly.

So he didn't exactly mind when things did get shaken up every now and again. If there was one thing you could say about Kravitz, it was that he loved the chase. Did it make the assignment take longer? Yeah. But the Raven Queen certainly didn't seem to mind if he played with the necromancers a little bit before locking them away. Sue him, he had been here for hundreds of years and things got a little spicy maybe once every twenty.

That being said: There were certain things about the job that Kravitz did not enjoy seeing unexpectedly. Anyone who legitimately seemed to enjoy hurting the people they were using for their experiments- necromancy was a sick type of magic, but using others for your dark deeds was a strict no in Kravitz's book. Even more so if it was children. He had seen in all by now. Parents with twisted ambitions, kidnappers who didn't seem to care, the whole shebang.

But Kravitz had never, never, seen a child not only interrupt him but then start doing his job.

"It was very nice of you to help out, sir," the child said. He had large, circular glasses that made his eyes look a little too big. His hat had a feather in it. A feather. He peeked over Kravitz's shoulder to see the necromancers all huddled in a corner. He had taken the soul of one already, who was lying on the ground next to Kravitz's feet.

"Is it, like, take your kid to work day?" one of the necromancers, who was bleeding rather heavily, said weakly.

"No, sir," the kid answered before Kravitz could. "At least, not for me. I don't know who this man is, nor am I his child, but I do know who you are!" He bounced in place, the blood around their feet sloshing a little. He pulled a file of papers out from his messenger bag and flipped it open. "Mason Redrick, correct?"

"Uhm," said the bleeding necromancer. "Yes?"

"And you're partners, Wanda and Leslie? Right?" Two nods. Kravitz had no idea what was fucking happening anymore. The kid put the notes back into his bag and pulled out a badge instead, flipping it open. A shiny detective badge was displayed. "I work for the Goldcliff Militia and under that power, and the power of my superviser, Captain Captain Bane, I'm going to have to arrest you."

"For what?" the necromancer from the left- Wanda, apparently- said.

"Well, several things, actually," the kid said. "The murders of Ralph Wittle, Reenie Barnes, Greggory Holzman, Ju-"

"Excuse us for a second," Kravitz said, stepping back. The child turned to him, eyebrows raised, and Kravitz pulled him back a little by his sweater vest (good gods, who wears sweater vests anymore?). They huddled in another corner of the room, so Kravitz could still see the necromancers, but he could also talk directly to the kid.

"Sir, I have half the mind to ask you who you are and what you're doing here," the kid said, voice lowered. "As far as I know, you could be aiding these criminals in-"

"What I'm doing here?" Kravitz asked, a little too loud. He coughed, lowering his voice as well. "What are you doing here? You're like, six. This- this is a crime scene-"

"I'm eight, actually," the little boy said. "Almost nine. And I'm here because I was assigned this case and I fully intend to do so, sir. Now, if I can ask again, who are you and what are you doing here?"

Kravitz let out a breath, resting the urge to sink to the floor and never stand up again. Did kids get jobs at eight now? Maybe? Maybe. Kravitz was pretty out of the loop but he was pretty sure eight-year-olds were supposed to be making mud pies and learning multiplication.

"My name is Kravitz," Kravitz said. The kid had taken out a notebook and was writing this down. "And I-"

"No last name?" he interrupted.

"N- no, no last name," Kravitz said. "I'm... I guess you could say I'm an employee for, uh, the Raven Queen."

"Like the Goddess?" the kid said, looking a little more interested. "Can you tell me a little more about that, sir?"

"Not- not at the current moment," Kravitz said.

"Well, I'm sure I could tell my supervisor that you were at a crime scene and refused to elaborate on why-"

"I gotta-" Kravitz made a frustrated sound. "I'm here to- to take these guys in! To hold them accountable for their actions and to uphold the laws of life and death-"

"That's nice, sir," the kid said. "Is that going to interrupt my business with them?"

"Probably," Kravitz said. "I- I do have to kill them to, uh, to reign justice and all."

"And how many people have you killed, exactly, sir?"

"Listen," Kravitz said, feeling a headache coming on. "What's- what's your name?"

"Detective Angus McDonald," the kid said, holding out his hand for Kravitz to shake. Kravitz did so. His entire hand was just slightly bigger than Kravitz's palm. "But you may call me Detective McDonald, or just Detective."

"And you're eight," Kravitz said.

"Nearly nine, sir, and I don't see how that's relevant right now," Angus said, turning his nose up. "Now, if I have you here, I would like your assistance. Since we both are trying to achieve the same goal, sort of, I was thinking you could help me with this murder case-"

"You're eight," Kravitz said again.

"And they're murderers," Angus said. "I think you're focusing on the wrong thing here, sir."

"No, I fully understand the murder part," Kravitz said. "I'm- I'm just not sure why you're the one who needs to solve it?"

"I feel like you're doubting the full range of my abilities, sir," Angus said, frowning. "Are you going to assist me or am I going to have to arrest you as well?"

Kravitz imagined putting that on his mission recap. The murder went okay, but then an actual child arrested me! He sighed again.

"What do you need me to do?" Kravitz asked.

#angus mcdonald #kravitz #taz #taz balance #im just love them. i cannot change this #mine #asks #titaniumcanary #ise cube writing

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mothbagel · 1 year

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LOTF fanfic

-long post ahead-

Made this for an LA class, they let me harness my rabid fanboy energy. Lil Jalph aged up AU where nothing bad happens.... totally......

CW: portrayal and mentions of intrusive thoughts, mentions of trauma and unhealthy coping, character death

The Flies of the Lord

Everyone knew of them. The two dapper 80 year old men who would roam around London feeding pigeons and eating crumpets whilst staring off into the void. No one knew their names, although there was talk of the graying redhead having a voice akin to an angel’s and the artificially blonde one having a collection of shells that he kept on a shelf.

Having a partner who knows you, your experience, and your trauma is one thing, but having one who caused it is another. Though the redhead got help to forget about the aggressive, power hungry voice in his head, it was still there, whispering. Telling him to grab the knife. Telling him to walk towards the blonde. Telling him to-

The blonde had no reservations about his partner, mainly because he just couldn’t recall what had happened, although he knew his partner had something to do with it. But, he couldn’t be with the one who hurt him. He said he loved him, and people who love each other can never cause each other pain.

The two had lived a quiet life together. They were each other’s person. Their friend. Their chief. One could not be without the other, for having someone not to rule or hurt, but to care for is what gave their lives meaning. Although, maybe-

“Jack? Jack, if you don’t hurry your tea will cool.”

He knew this, and was not fond of lukewarm tea, so Jack grabbed his cane and walked across their shared bedroom into the main part of their flat, greeting their gray tabby Macbeth on the way. Leaning on the doorway to the kitchen/dining room, Jack didn’t reflect on his years with his partner, Ralph, their supposed happiness, or the blades they kept in the drawer next to the sink. No, he just thought about the meaningless and repetitive errands they would have to do today, that they had made everyday, and that they will certainly do tomorrow. Though, there was comfort to the expectancy for Jack, but he would never admit it.

“There you are, darling,” he paused whatever task he was doing to give Jack a peck on the cheek. Jack sat down on their small table and sipped his tea, watching his partner organize and reorganize the scraps of mail that they had received. There was no need to keep order on the junk mail that they got, but it had a calming effect on Ralph, so Jack didn’t say anything.

Finishing his tea, Jack got up, and prepared for their next activity. Ralph put on his oversized gray jacket and gloves, and Jack put on his scarf and sweater. There was a slight chill in the air, typical for London in early September. Jack wasn’t prepared for this, his sweater was far too thin to provide any warmth, so he moved closer to Ralph, who took his hand as they strolled across the London streets.

The next morning followed the same routine, just as the one after had. The chill had only gotten stronger, and more leaves turned into cadavers of themselves. Jack and Ralph were content, or so they and society said. Jack had invested in warmer garments, but would still hold the hand of Ralph whenever possible. Ralph enjoyed this, despite the chill making it hard for him to tolerate the pains of getting older. He enjoyed it until the day he could no longer.

Jack woke up. Today was the anniversary of their nuptials, one of the few days they would break their ever-present routine. He rolled out of bed, carefully so as to not wake the sleeping Ralph, and made his way to the kitchen. Macbeth was sitting on the counter, cleaning himself, uncaring to the certainty of the pancake making that Jack was about to do. Jack shooed Macbeth off the countertop, and began his cooking. He grabbed the flour, eggs, and milk, and turned the stovetop on with a few clicks. Jack briefly wondered what would happen if he placed his hand on the stovetop, if he placed Ralph’s-

The pancake batter poured onto the stove with a sweet sizzle, then flipped them when they were almost fully cooked, just as Ralph liked them. Jack took out the good stuff, the creme fraiche, and placed a small dollop on top of each cake. He then sliced a few strawberries into fine slices and placed them next to the pancakes, just as Ralph liked them.

Jack walked to their shared bedroom, the silhouette of Ralph unmoving under the covers of their bed. Assuming he was just sleeping, Jack placed the plate on one of the bedside tables, and lightly shook Ralph. No response. He tried again, only a little more forcefully. Still nothing. Not wanting to let his paranoia lead the way to accidentally hurting Ralph in the endeavor of waking him up, Jack placed his mouth near Ralph’s ear, and whispered “Ralph..?”. Nothing. Jack said it a little louder, “Ralph?”. Nothing. Jack, fear finally consuming his being, yelled as he violently shook Ralph.

Nothing.

Jack attempted to feel his partner's pulse, but couldn’t find any trace of life. Why him, Jack thought, why him and not me-because he was weak. No, that wasn’t right. Because he was lying to himself and making you lie in the process. He restrained you. If you acted first you wouldn’t be feeling like how you are. You should’ve just taken the knife as I said and cut and killed and hurt and-

Jack curled up on the floor, ears covered in an attempt to shut out the booming voice in his head. He stayed like this for a long time, in such a dismal useless state. He then glanced at the shells that the creature in his bed had collected, and smashed them.

Everyone knew of him. The ageless man with graying red hair and a voice like the devil’s. The man who would roam the streets of London, without a sweater even in the chilliest of days. The man who would yell into the void, near incoherently, and who would snarl at those who passed him by. The man who beat a shopkeeper nearly to death with a stale baguette. The man, who in his eyes, everyone was a target, everyone was a weapon, everyone was a beast. He might as well hurt them first and open their eyes to the truth before they hurt him. The man who had never lost something.

The chief. The chief. The chief.

#lord of the flies #lotf jalph #jalph #lotf fanfic #fanfic #this may be a wee bit of projection on my part but who knows

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diovstheworld · 2 years

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Part 5 Characters and Fashion Aesthetics

i started thinking about this mainly because i saw one aesthetic that really reminded me of secco but i didn’t want to put him in the la squadra post so here we are ✨ (i will do the bucci gang eventually i promise ahhh). also i want to say i’m not trying to make any of these moodboards look exactly like what they wear nor do i mean they would wear that exact thing, it’s more for the general idea, though maybe some of the outfits would look good on the characters! (now i’ve almost finished this post i see tiziano and squalo could probably share either of the styles i assigned them but anyway on with the post).

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Cioccolata:

okay honestly the first thing that came to mind was like scene or emo, especially with green day being his stand and the green hair he’s got going on

bright colours, also black too

stripes and other sorts of patterns (lots of animal prints especially in the hair lmao)

layered belts and accessories and those big ass knee high converse (which i desperately wanted when i was younger and still do </3 one day i will fulfil my emo dreams lmao)

bracelets and those armband things and necklaces made of ring pulls from monster cans

here’s a moodboard! again some are more feminine but y’know, if you can’t picture him in a skirt just imagine him in like the same pattern but as trousers or even just as black skinny jeans? idk ahhh:

Secco:

his aesthetic would be avant apocalypse 100%. i literally just discovered this was a thing and immediately went when i saw it i thought of secco

like ripped and kind of baggy clothes?

also most of the outfits i seen ran along a kind of neutral colour palette like beiges and creams and stuff with some green tones. earthy tones i guess? idk this aesthetic is kind of weird to me it just looks like something he would wear though lmao

annnddd another moodboard:

Tiziano:

i kind of feel like the soft boy aesthetic would suit him well

sweaters with shirt collars coming out at the neck and some sort of rolled up pants lmao

general comfort i guess? it looks comfy to me

here’s a little moodboard! i think some of these would actually suit him but it might be bc of the colour schemes lmao:

Squalo:

when i look at him the first thing that comes to me is like a preppy style?

lots of blue and whites were in a bunch of the stuff i’ve seen

also those tennis sweaters or cricket sweaters or whatever they’re called i cannot for the life of me remember what they’re called

for some reason when i think of preppy my mind immediately goes to tommy hilfiger and ralph lauren lmao

and another moodboard:

Luca:

i feel like 60s/70s fashion would suit him

more like because of the browns and oranges etc and how that matches the outfit he already wears

also that like flower pattern on his shirt reminds me of it a little as well

another moodboard!:

Sale:

this isn’t exactly a narrowed down aesthetic and i guess it’s ultimately up to the person who wears it but i think like, maximalist? so pretty much every jojo character every lmao/j

so lots of colours and patterns that often clash but they work somehow?

basically just an excess of everything lmao

honestly he was pretty hard to think of at first but i didn’t wanna leave him out bc i love him too much

here’s a moodboard!:

Zucchero:

honestly i was so stuck for him but i think i’ve finally settled on goblincore for him

it reminds me of cottagecore and also a little bit of dark academia? (mainly bc of the colours)

greens and browns so earth tones again?

sweaters or some kind of baggy article of clothing seemed to be common when i was looking into it

it gives me very chill autumn vibes. i love this aesthetic a lot <3

and another moodboard:

Scolippi:

emo. i didn’t even need to think about this one. he screams emo to me

a whole lot of black

stripes also seem to be a pretty common theme?

chains, fishnets, those bracelet things again, that sort of stuff. idk, i can totally picture him in this sort of stuff

here’s another moodboard. i feel like i’m messing all these alt styles up and keep using them in the wrong places and maybe that’s cause when i dress i mix like 500 different aesthetics lmao:

#jjba headcanons #jjba hcs #jojo headcanons #jojo hcs #jjba tiziano #jjba squalo #jjba sale #jjba scolippi #jjba zucchero #jjba cioccolata #jjba secco #cioccolata hcs #tiziano and squalo #jjba leaky eye luca #jjba luca #idk what other tags to put here lmao

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bobparkhurst · 1 year

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festive ficlets: dec 9

Prompts from @almost-a-class-act

Pairing: Eugene Roe x Ralph Spina

Prompt: Matching Christmas sweaters! [yeah... so this one got away from me and it's more a stream of consciousness than anything else. i blame the cold medication]

Knitting had started simply as something to do with his hands, something mechanical, something repetitive, something he could count, do, make. Something that at the end of it all, would leave him with something he had put into the world, and really, wasn’t that the ultimate goal of it all?

It had been his youngest sister’s idea at first. Looking back now on those early days, with him stretched out on the floor, making little more than a token effort to rescue yarn from one of the half dozen kittens she always seemed to keep in her home, and her sitting up in the only tall armchair, needles flashing, it seemed perhaps that her initial suggestion had been little more than an effort to get him out from under her feet. He’d been reluctant, but that girl had wrapped the entire family around her little finger since the day she was born, and it hadn’t been long before the Roe family golden child was showing him how to cast on, on a borrowed pair of needles, and it was his turn to try to hide his craft from several sets of small, sharp little teeth and claws.

The first few projects he’d made were misshapen, wonky little things made with fingers that still shook when he didn’t want them to, and he loved them anyway, even as he unpicked them, and stashed the remnants far underneath his bed so that there would be no chance of anyone accidentally stumbling across them. He told no one, and no one asked, save his sister every now and again, and even to her, he would simply nod, smile and say something non-committal about needing practice. There was joy in the simplicity of it all, a small private joy that he didn’t know if he could find the words to explain to another person. He wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to. Knitting was his, it quieted his mind and focused his hands, and for the first time a long time, he had found a space in which he could breathe, sit and be still. There was a beauty in that.

It had been easier at the beginning, to hide this part of himself away. He lived in his sister’s house and drove to work, had dinner with friends, went on fishing trips and family outings, and at the end of them all could return up to his small bedroom and take out the increasingly full battered suitcase and get back to the scarf, or the sock, or the hat and forget all about anything that troubled him, be it now or then. He’d gifted the first creation he’d been proud of, a plain blue scarf in her favourite shade, to his sister and begged her not to tell anyone where he had got it from.

When Ralph had started to come around, everything had grown much more complicated.

The thing with Ralph, the problem with Ralph now, was the same problem it had always been. It was too easy to forget where Ralph ended and Gene began. The moment they had run into each other again, in a grocery store of all mundane places, Gene had looked up, had looked into his face, and as suddenly as a lightning strike knew that there was no parting from him again. From the way Ralph’s lips had twitched, then blossomed into a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, perhaps he too had felt something of the change arrive.

Drinks became dinners, and dinners became dates, and dates ended up far more quickly than any time with anyone had before, with Gene and Ralph kissing in dark corners, with Ralph’s arms around his waist as he cooked, with the two of them waking in Gene’s small bed, wrapped up in each other as if they still needed to find the warmth the world around them lacked. It had been inevitable, perhaps, that Ralph had stumbled across the suitcase that had not that time been so carefully replaced. Gene was in love, after all, and love had, as it always had, made Gene careless.

The latest project, a plain red sweater, looked so dull in Ralph’s clever hands, as he turned it over, fingers running over every flaw that Gene could see. You made this? He had asked. You knit?

Gene hadn’t responded, just shrugged helplessly, and, cheeks flaring, made to shove the sweater away, away from view and away from questions. It wasn’t as if he’d hidden this hobby, except he had, had deliberately concealed these hours of his life away through… he wasn’t sure why. Shame wasn’t right, and distrust couldn’t be brought into what the two of them shared. Still he had hidden it like he couldn’t explain what it meant to him with enough eloquence to be understood. His hands had shaken as he gripped hard on the wool and pushed it back, as if there was any stopping time from moving forward now. Ralph hadn’t let him.

It’ll look so good on you, was all that he’d said. I can’t wait to see it finished.

In the end, then, it wasn’t complicated at all.

And so he finds himself, some months later, not nervous but still, a plain wrapped parcel containing a green and gold sweater placed carefully beneath a sparsely decorated tree, waiting for Ralph to emerge from the kitchen.

He scratches a cat beneath its chin as it chews a stray dangling red thread and just waits.

#eugene roe #ralph spina #roe x spina #band of brothers #bob: festive ficlets #hbo war barely coherent christmas chaos

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musecaravan-info · 7 months

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Carradoc Ilar Vaughn

"The earth laughs in flowers." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Gwilym Lee

AGE: OLD - but looks like late 20s/early 30s

EYES: Deep Blue

HAIR: Soft Brown; usually short and well-kept; Usually have a closely-shaved beard/mustache, as well

HEIGHT: 6'2

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Carr's modern look tends to border on 'hipster.' He wears plaid and sweaters and skinny jeans - usually in neutral/homey colors. He also usually has glasses - his vision's never quite recovered from the attack all those centuries ago.

Personality

You know that meme about all the different cinnamon rolls? He is definitely 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you.' Not that he would unless you intentionally threatened his clutch. Beyond that, he's open and friendly to just about everyone - even if that friendliness isn't returned. He tries very hard to always believe the best of people, but only to a degree. After all, he has a promise to keep and a clutch to protect. Those things ALWAYS come first for Carr.

Powers & Weaknesses

To avoid repetition, Go Here

Romance

Being the kind of person he is, caring for others comes easily to Carradoc. Romance on its own is easy for him, and he's likely to welcome anyone who displays that kind of interest (if he feels the same.) However, actual intimacy is on an entirely different level. To allow that, it would likely have to be someone he cares about just as much as he cares about his clutch. And that could only happen with trust and time.

Where to Find Him

The most obvious place is his flower shop. However, it's possible he could be found out the the forest gathering various supplies he can't grow himself, etc. Or maybe in a nearby park? Coffee shops are also possible. Dragons like coffee... or this dragon does. ;) Or perhaps any occasion where someone might've ordered flower arrangements - a party/wedding/funeral/etc.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

In Carradoc’s clan, every dragon had their specific duties. His duty was special -revered- and he didn’t have to earn it or even fight for it. His job was the result of his unique genetic condition - he was born with fully developed and fully functional male and female sex organs. As far as the clan was concerned, it made him (and several other dragons with similar genetics) perfect candidates for guarding over the eggs while they hatched, and raising the younglings after being born.

Carradoc always took his job with the utmost seriousness. He loved looking after the eggs, and helping the younglings to learn about their way of life. But then his clan - the last in Wales - was attacked by humans…humans with magic. When their Queen finally realized they were going to lose, she ordered Carradoc and the other clutch caretakers to rescue as many eggs as they could and flee. He was the only one that survived…and only just barely. He sports a long, jagged scar on his back which starts on his left shoulder and stretches diagonally all the way down to just below his right hip. One of his wings was permanently damaged, and flying causes him immense pain.

Now, in the modern age, Carradoc watches and waits. When will the eggs hatch? He doesn’t know. In the chaos of escape, he paid no attention to such things; he only grabbed what he could carry and fled. He fears that even once the younglings are born, he won’t be able to raise them properly in this technological world. But he knows he has to try. Until then, the dragon runs a quaint floral and herbs shop to pass the time. He tries to keep a low profile - and live a ‘normal’ human life. Typically he is soft spoken and well-mannered, but make no mistake if you so much as hint ay a threat to his eggs, you’ll see a side of him that will leave you quivering in fear. He will do whatever it takes to protect the clutch.

Historical Verses

Carradoc has been around for quite awhile. If you'd like to RP with him in something other than a modern timeline just ask. I'll be happy to plan something out with you.

Fantasy Verses

While Carradoc isn't a fandom OC, I'm happy to put him in a specific fandom if that's where your muse comes from. Just talk to me about it, and we can try to figure out how to make it work.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Carradoc isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Liv:

Hocus Pocus Magic Potions (Dresden!Verse)

Sophia:

Not As It Appears (Historical!AU)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

Carradoc has a massive scar on his back that spans from one shoulder diagonally down to just below his hip on the opposite side. It's a magical wound and the scar always looks (and feels) like it's freshly healed. In his human form he usually hides it and accepts the pain and twinges. In his dragon form, he's lost the ability to fly. He still has his wings, but the act of trying to lift himself up off the ground is excruciating. It's possible the pain he's in will be shown, or thought about, or mentioned in passing in almost any RP. How much you have your muse know/react to that magical injury is entirely up to you. :)

Normally, Carradoc is taking care of 5 unhatched dragon eggs. Our RP doesn't have to revolve around the eggs hatching... but it can if that's a plot that interests you.

If we're writing in a verse where Carradoc is human, he will ALWAYS be a single father of six. Yes. SIX. (One of the eggs has twins inside, which is SUPER rare for dragons.)

I'm not really keen on any plots where any of the eggs get destroyed. That would literally RUIN Carr, and I'm not willing to do that amount of damage to his psyche.

Links

Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

All Things Carradoc

Headcanons

Drabbles

All Threads

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berlinbisque · 1 year

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Highlights: My Mini Barista

Mini Post bigger article had been pre-scheduled along with this post on www.lilacnights.com/post/my-little-barista

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Part 1 I realised I wasn't the only one to be obsessed with bears 🐻 when as a grown up, I came across Ralph Lauren's mascot, we both love that classic British heritage style & Varsity, Ivy League stuff, well like minds think alike... I have a lot of items with bears on them, including my phone cover, a chenille velvet sweater, bedroom booties, socks... I can't resist anything with a bear print or motif. I got the small sign board for 250/- it was on special offer and it comes with a chord I wanted something small there as I already have a lot of paintings, the antler jar is for mini marshmallows and that Vintage Coffee Tin is one of my most favourite purchases, it was also on sale (599/-) and what's so special is that it has a golden metal latch instead of an ordinary lid, I wanted a tin box cuz they are lighter than ceramic ones so I got it to avoid weighing down the counter, the lid has a deep brown espresso shade in matte plastic, overall quality is really good, next, that Emerald green marble tray has beautiful matte golden handles which look very stylish and sophisticated. I was not able to find anything like that on other sites as in such handles in particular... I'll be getting golden spoons/stirrers to keep there (I wanted the antler ones but they are currently sold out, I wish I would've taken them earlier) the sprinklers are great too they come in a mini basket tray and I picked croissants & biscuits instead cupcake cuz these look more realistic and croissants go better with coffee and I'm very happy with my choice cuz they look even more cute in real life, better than the photos. I'll be keeping another small creamer for condensed milk (cold coffee).

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Part 2 This table is my favourite, I won't weigh it down much, it comes with a small section at the back for cable wires and chords and you can use them in a concealed manner by keeping the cover which also has a slit for tablets, iPad etc. I can use this table later on as a writing desk or work station. I'll be keeping it clean and covering all the necessary areas with lilac and cream coloured table mats (they are intricately woven with golden metallic thread) and adding a mini wooden rack below for Syrups and Fudges - for now I have picked Caramel & Chocolate fudge and Dark Chocolate Cookie & Vanilla. I also added this mini Turkish pourer (click on it to open the pic) for warm Chocolate Sauce 450/- I managed to get that Barista bear somehow as RL's bears were obviously very expensive and this one was not from the kid's range, he has a gingham shirt in the same green colour & grey dungarees, it's difficult to find good quality Teddy bears in India (they are usually very garish, either red, yellow or magenta, maroon :/ or cheesy for gf/bf 6 ft tall) but I managed to get this one, I also realised I had a refund voucher of 500/- since 2019 luckily they had kept it there so I was surprised when I saw the total bill amount, my bear just costed me 590/-

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That is my Barista Bear... doesn't he look straight out of Ralph's Coffee shop? I was a bit worried about the rose but now I feel it'll add that old world charm as in it reminds me of those romantic novelty gifts you would get in the 90s.

Xoxo

Zara Sauleh

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unsertraumschiff · 3 years

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just couple things

#happy days #Ralph in the same sweater too #they like to be in each other’s lap #ralph malph #potsie weber

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that-terrible-writer · 3 years

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Not Like This

I’m over trying to add this through Safari.

Part 3

Part 1 2

“You call yourself terrible but this, this is beautifully written and I need more.”

“This has got me on the edge!!!! I dont usually like reading series or even multiple parts but dude I wanna read more of it!!!!!!! Are you planning on writing more??? This is so fucking AMAZING”

Warning: Over 3.3k to make up for me sucking.

You felt you had an out-of-body experience. You could see everyone in the control room at STAR Labs, but you were only watching their lips move. No noise was coming out. It was pure silence. You were utterly dazed; you couldn't get the image of Iris crying out of your head. She seemed so helpless, not getting the answers that she wanted. What were you supposed to do? Confess to her that you were the other woman?

A yell snapped you out of your thoughts. Turning your head slightly, you saw Ralph getting closer to you, "Y/N!" Ralph yelled. You covered your ear, wincing at the volume of his voice. You swatted Ralph away from your space, taking a few steps back.

"What is your problem, Dibny?" You mumbled, taking another sip of your coffee. It missed your lips, spilling the hot liquid onto your sweater. You let out a groan, patting the stain in, slamming your coffee cup down on the desk. The group looked at you, not wanting to say the wrong thing; though, Ralph took one for the team.

"I didn't mean to annoy you, Y/N," He explained. Ralph cautioned himself, taking a step towards you, "It's just, now's not the time to be spacing out. You know, with Cicada still out there." You lightly nodded your head, understanding Ralph's point. You rubbed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, Ralph. I didn't mean to take it out on you," You clarified. You glanced over at Barry, reading his worried look at you. Your heart ached when you locked eyes with him. A flash of Iris appeared, causing you to look away from him quickly. "Iris was over at my apartment last night, talking to me until 4 in the morning, so I didn't get much sleep last night."

You quickly saw Ralph's mood turned from concerned to being unsettled. You waved Ralph away from you, walking towards the doorway. You lifted your hand before letting anyone interject on what Iris was doing at your place. You looked over at them, "She's upset about the whole Nora thing. If you don't mind, I'm going to draft some weapon ideas and run them through Cisco." Cisco gave you a thumbs up, bringing the attention back to the Team, discussing ways to stop the biggest threat to Central City.

You walked by the weapon's room, heading straight to the lounge. You observed the room, seeing some things that Nora had left behind. You slowly made your way to the couch, plopping your heavy body onto it. You leaned your head back, letting out another frustrated sigh. You rethought your night with Iris when you knew you could no longer call yourself a friend anymore.

You brought over a cup of tea, sitting across from Iris. You thought that Iris would be out of tears, crying for an hour, and she still could go on for longer. You bit your thumb, trying to find the right words to say. Not to show concern for her, but to make sure you didn't let anything slip. Iris leaned over, cupping her drink close to her. She looked up at you, her face stained, her eyes puffy.

You grabbed a nearby box of tissues, handing them over to her. You watched as she blew her nose, sniffling the last bit. She collected herself, taking in a deep breath, "I'm sorry you had to watch that," She softly said.

You waved your hand, relaxing your shoulder, "Iris, it's okay. I would do the same if I were in your position." You waited until Iris took some time to drink her tea. You paused at first, not wanting to press on a sensitive matter. The curiosity was eating you alive, taking over, "Iris, why do you think Barry is cheating on you? Have you seen each other? You're the definition of couple goals." You clasped your hand over your mouth, not believing that you just asked her something so personal. Even if it did have to deal with you: you had to act like you didn't know.

Iris lightly laughed. You noticed the cup you gave Iris. It was the exact cup you were going to hand Barry when he interrupted you that night. You grew uneasy, rubbing your mouth and constantly moving your legs. You had to keep reminding yourself to calm down. You couldn't give away any tells.

"He's been more distant lately. He hasn't been relying on me as much. He used to come to me for emotional support; it's what a husband and wife do for each other, but when it came to Nora, he didn't want to discuss her." Iris explained. Her voice cracked, on the verge of crying again. Iris inhaled, calming herself down, trying to force a smile, "He came home this morning, and I don't know how to put it; he just seemed happy."

"Happy?'' You repeated. You furrowed your eyebrows together, shifting yourself on the chair. "How could he be happy? He sent Nora back; I would imagine happy is the last thing he would be feeling."

Iris shook her head, "I thought the same. Granted, I didn't know about Nora until he told me. He came home, all happy, then he informed me that he took her back to the future. I just can't figure him out anymore, Y/N." Iris placed her cup on the table to be able to put her head into her hands.

"I don't know what's going on, Iris. I'm in no place to tell you how to feel, but we need to remember Barry is going through a lot. Not only do we all have Cicada on our hands, but Barry also has to try and figure out Crisis. Then he learned that his daughter is working with the man that killed his mother. It's a lot to take in. We can't predict how someone could handle this type of thing." You tried your best to find a way to excuse Barry's behavior. You cursed under your breath, annoyed at how careless Barry was. You knew you had to speak with him, but you didn't need to grow any more suspicion.

"You're right; we don't know how Barry is handling all of this. Maybe I'm reading too much into this. It's just caught me thinking of so many things because he didn't come home last night. I've been just letting the worst come to mind." Iris confessed. You went over, sitting next to Iris, wrapping your arm around her. You took in a deep breath, having been heartbroken when you heard Iris let out her cries again.

Your stomach turned, remembering last night. Rubbing your face, you couldn't shake the feeling away. You noticed something at the table. A fresh cup of mocha had appeared, from Jitters, with Barry Allen staring down at you. His eyes lit up when they instantly locked with yours, a smile tugging on his lips; you could feel the spark that you both shared.

"Barry, we shouldn't be seen together." You mumbled, reaching over for the drink. You saw Barry shift his weight, but you stop before he could speak, "Iris came over: worried about you. I don't particularly appreciate lying to her, Bear. It would help if you fixed this with her. That's final."

In a blink of an eye, Barry had used his powers on you again. The room reminded you of an insane asylum. White covered every inch of the space. "It's Thawne's hideout," Barry explained.

"That makes sense," You joked, "Only a psycho would have a place like this." You looked around, seeing a stand against the wall, "Is it safe to talk in here?'

"It is," Barry confirmed. He walked over to the stand, hovering his hand over to reveal an artificial face. Barry saw you stiffen up, reaching out a hand towards you, "It's alright. This is Gideon. I created her in the future, and Thawne was using her while he was stuck here."

"Hello, Mr. Allen," The AI spoke, "Hello, Ms. Y/L/N." Your face didn't move. It was still showing the same puzzle expression.

"Gideon, can you pull up the article?" Barry requestion. Gideon pulled up the article that had you all worried.

THE FLASH VANISHES

"Barry, why do I need to see this?" You complained, "We are doing our best to find a way to avoid the crisis." Barry walked over to you, standing behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulder, turning you to face the article. He lowers his head to be close to your ear, trying to have you focus. Focusing: that was the last thing on your mind.

"Look who wrote the article," Barry whispered. You looked up at the name. Gideon zoomed in for you to make no mistake.

"Iris West?" You barely got out. You shook your head, pulling yourself from Barry. You turned to face him, crossing your arms, still in disbelief. "So, what does this mean?"

"That article used to say Iris West-Allen," Barry pointed out. He took steps closer to you while you did nothing to step away. Barry cups your face, rubbing his thumbs along your cheek, "It's now just West. Don't you see Y/N? We get to be together.

"The timeline is changing, just like Thawne explained. We can't stop the way that we feel. We can have a life together." Barry smiled.

"I don't know, Bear. I don't want to start a relationship based on what we did. Based on a lie." You confessed.

"Let me handle it then," Barry assured, "I will tell Iris everything. I will make sure that everything falls on me and that you can still have a friendship in the end." Barry kissed you. A soft and gentle kiss, telling you that everything was going to be okay. You stared at Barry, about to interject. Yet, a familiar flash came into view.

You gripped onto Barry's arm, seeing Nora at the other end of the room. Her eyes flashed red; she was panting, having red lighting come out of every part of her body. You should see the anger flowing through her. You turned Barry around, having him stare at his daughter. Barry reached out behind him, grabbing onto you.

"Nora, I need you to calm down," Barry instructed, stretching a hand out toward his daughter, motioning her to stop in her steps. Barry knew what was happening with Nora. She returned to the present using the negative speed force, rejecting everything he instructed her not to do.

"She's ruining our family," Nora yelled, causing you to wince. Nora looked at her father; disappointment came across her face. "Are we not enough? Was I not what you wanted?" Nora's voice cracked, causing you to have tears form.

"Nora, I didn't mean for it to happen," You plead. Your voice also cracked, feeling the heavy amount of guilt you had with Iris, just growing when Nora had to be the one to find out. You didn't mean for this to happen. You never meant for any of this to happen.

"She has to go, Dad," Nora ordered. She took a step closer, balling her fists, ready to take flight.

"Nora, we can talk about this." Barry tried to calm her. You felt the wind go through your hair. You thought it was Barry thinking quick on his feet, but he could only run for so long until Nora caught up. When you stopped, the figure placed you to your feet, helping you stand.

You quickly spun around, making sure Nora wasn't anywhere near you. "Don't worry. You're safe." The voice answered. You turned to see a young man in front of you, wearing a purple and white suit. "I'll always make sure you're safe." He had appeared to be in his 20s, wearing his hair like a certain Speedster.

"Barry?" You let out softly, confused at what you were seeing.

The young man laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. He showed certain traits on how nervous he was before you: his hands were restless, flicking his fingers at the tip, rubbing his mouth, and biting at the end of his thumb. "You always tell me how much I look like him," He told you. You didn't know what to say; no words were coming out of your mouth. You looked around you, seeing that nothing looked familiar, "You don't know where we are?" He asked you. You slowly look over at him, shaking your head softly.

The young man rubbed his chin, muttering to himself, "Maybe it will happen later." That is what you were able to catch.

"I'm sorry, what?" You rebutted, "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Don't worry! You're still in Central City!" He assured you. You waved your hands as a disagreement.

"That's the last thing I am worried about, as I have an absolute stranger pick me up and take me away from my friends!" You yelled.

The boy placed his hands on his hip, and that instant: you knew where the dots connected.

Your phone rang; seeing it was Barry on the other line, you picked it up, "Y/N! Thank God you're okay!" Barry's voice sent a wave of safety through you. "Where did you go? Who took you?" You closed your eyes, focusing on Barry's voice, taking in deep breaths.

You looked over at the boy, seeing his ears perk. He stared at you, waving his finger at you, "Is that—is that really—" The kid couldn't finish a sentence. His excitement had taken over him.

"We got Nora into the Pipeline. We were able to knock her out with some anesthesia." Barry informed you, "You can come back if the speedster lets you."

You glanced over at the boy, "I don't think he's bad, Bear." You assured him, "I think—I think we know him from the future." You hung up the phone, walking your way over to the eager boy. "Do you think you could take me back to STAR Labs?" You questioned him.

"You serious?" He said. His voice showed the excitement he held, in a flash, taking you back to your previous location.

Your hair was a mess, standing in front of your friends: back in the control room of STAR Labs. Barry didn't think; he went over to you, pulling you into a loving embrace. You lightly tapped Barry's back, whispering to him so that only he could hear, "I'm okay."

Barry pulled himself away, turning to the boy. His face mimicked yours. He scrunched his brows, confused at the sight before him, "Why does he look so much like—"

"You." Cisco finished. Cisco walked over, taking a good look at the boy. He walked around him, examining his outfit and facial features. Cisco placed a hand under his chin, "The resemblance is uncanny."

"A little bit too uncanny," Ralph grumbled, looking over to your direction. You felt your stomach drop as you knew Ralph would quickly catch on to what you figured out.

"Are you here because of your sister?" Caitlyn mentioned, grabbing the boy's attention from you and Barry. He looked a bit confused and shook his head.

"No, Dawn doesn't know that I'm here. If she did, she would have my head," He joked. His smile grew wide, showing more of the Allen gene running through him.

"Dawn?" Caitlyn caught, tilting her head at the thought. "Don't you mean Nora?"

The boy shook his head again, "I think I would know the name of my sister."

You saw Ralph make his way over to you, pulling you to the side, "You need to take that kid away." He ordered you. You continued to stare at Ralph, your sight going over to the kid once and a while, "They may not see it, but it's only a matter of time until they catch on."

The boy wipes his hands on his pants, trying to straighten himself out. The smile he wore was the same smile Barry had. "Where are my manners. My parents did teach them to me," He chuckled, flashing his eyes over to Barry. "I'm Don Allen. I come from the future."

You and Ralph let out an annoyed sigh, quickly covering it up when the rest of the team looked at you. You make your way to Barry, tugging on his arm. Barry looks down at you, raising his eyebrows.

"Bear, we need to get this kid out of here. We need to speak to him alone." You informed him. It took Barry a while, realizing what was happening.

"Hey, Don," Barry spoke up, "How about we don't say anything about the future. We already have Nora in the Vault; we don't need any more future business involved." Don grew confused by Barry's remarks. He was able to read Barry's expression, understanding that nothing else needed to be said.

"Are you here to help us with Cicada? Like Nora was?" Cisco asked. Don looked over at the two of you, reading your worried expressions.

"Yes," Don said slowly; he turned to Cisco, pointing at him with a bit of a chuckle, "That is why I'm here. To help out with your bug problem. Me. Cicada. Yes." He was as awkward as Barry was; it wasn't helping.

Cisco let out a sigh of relief, having a smile on his face, "Great. The more help, the better. I'm close to the cure; we learned that Cicada's powers don't affect Killer Frost. I hope that enough recap for you because we can't waste any more time with this. We are a woman down, so we need all hands on deck!" Cisco clapped, getting everyone's attention. It was a signal to look busy.

Cisco left the room with Caitlyn to continue their efforts in completing the cure. Ralph followed behind. When Ralph was almost out of the room, you could see him mouth you some words: "Fix this!"

Barry waited a few moments, placing his hand along your lower back to guide you out of the control room. Don caught up, but the moment he tried to say anything, Barry placed an index finger to his lips to silence the kid. Barry put his hand on the wall, opening up a door to go back into Thawne's room.

"What are you doing here, Don?" Barry demanded the moment the wall sealed up. Don rubbed his hands, looking at his angry father. His mouth twitched, from going into a frown to just a thin line. "Don, you can tell me."

Don was pacing the room, "I don't understand," Don muttered, looking over his shoulder where the door was. He pointed towards the door, "They don't know?" Don asked both of you. You looked up at Barry, who had the same action, looking back at you. Don went over to you, grabbing your left hand to examine it.

"You're not married?" Don questioned you. You shook your head. Don ran his hands through his hair, getting more and more restless. "This can't be happening," He grunted. He turned to Barry, pointing his finger at the Red Speedster, "Why aren't you married to her?"

"Because he's married to Iris," You informed Don. Don looked over at you, the look of disappointment he had shown. "They've been married for a few years now. We're just friends." You felt Barry's hand resting on your side, his grip tightening. You took a moment, knowing what Don was going to say.

"Mom, you can't be serious," Don finally told you. The moment you knew the truth, you felt your breath leave your body. You felt faint, but with Barry holding onto you, you were able to stand. "You and dad need to be together! My being, Dawn's being, everything is disappearing in the future. You two not being together is destroying the future!"

You turned to look up at Barry. Barry looked at you, still calm over the revelation. Barry had to decide which future he wanted to have and had to choose which one had to go; the very thought made you sick to your stomach.

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lesbianrobin · 4 years

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hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

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daniel larusso's outfits megapost

hello, loves! i'm just gonna go through the movies and make a few comments on all of daniel's outfits. give or take a few that i may have missed, but i tried to get them all. they will also (mostly) be in chronological order.

so here goes. if you wanna read my ramblings, look under the cut!

okay, here goes. the first time we see our daniel. not my fave. but when i first watched thses movies, i was instantly attracted to him lmao. he was my first celeb crush at like age 12/13 and he still is as a 59 year old man now..

the beach wear is nice but not one of my favourites.

v cute when he adds the red hoodie though. definitely his colour

this look is one of my favourites, vvvv nice and he does actually look really cool. the red checkers are real nice - i am very much a fan of anything plaid/checkered/flannel, so i always love it on him. i would wear this for sure, glasses included

his gym wear, we see twice.. another fan favourite, i believe. i prefer it without the jacket though

probably my least favourite out of the movies. not a fan of the orange, daniel

the yellow shirt was really nice, he looks very good in this with his very pretty bruise too. we only get to see this outfit for like a minute though :(

the red jacket - very very nice. he is stunning in this scene

this one always has a lot of different opinions. personally, i really like it and it's one of my favourite outfits of his. he makes the colliding patterns work, right? and the whump adds to the look. he wears the same pants when he's trimming his bonsai tree with miyagi too.

this is another one of my faves but we see it for literally 4/5 seconds because he's trying to avoid ali. it's vvv cute.

he usually wears his flannel buttoned up, but here, he wears it open and i get writer or artist vibes from him here too

another fave.

look at himmmmm. or...... it. lmao

hi beautiful boy

okay, and this scene after the fight, wearing the same shirt and looking so so comfy and cosy (despite the whump). i just wanna cuddle him so bad in this scene

guess what? another favourite outfit.. in fact, the rest of the outfits from part 1 are in my favourites. he looks v good. the blue and white checks are one of the best ones he wears.

this little moment where miyagi puts on the headband... doesn't it feel like some very monumental moment? like when someone in your family passes down a watch or piece of jewelry, or just any kind of item with meaning. it feels special and it's very nice too. the fact that this scene was improvised by pat oo, and then the headband became a statement.. amazing. also, i was curious about the pattern, and looked some stuff up, so if you didn't already know - it's a japanese hand towel or handkerchief, called a 'tenugui'. they are usually used to dry hands, sweat, etc (never for blowing your nose though), but they can also be used to wrap things, to give gifts, as belts etc. so hopefully that's something new for some of you to learn today. also! how sweet that ralph still has one of them!!

okay, enough on that.. the next one.. the green/navy kinda flannel, also very nice on him! the whump!!!

the date night outfit is basically and example of how i dress whenever i'm not working or living in hoodies. very lush

this could be my top favourite if there wasn’t so many. the headband around his neck, the plaid, the smiles, the background... it all adds up and it’s stunningly gorg

this one is like, probably one of the most popular, no? it's like one of the first pictures you see if you search daniel larusso on anything. he looks angelic

this one is pretty too! it's like he knew he would be painting or something because the outfit sort of gives off artist vibes again

these are probably the same shorts that he wore to the beach party, right? listen, he was the same age here, that i am now and just, like... turn around, daniel, pls :)

okay, fine..

look at that background.. so pretty.. and so is the main subject :)

his birthday outfit is him in a sweater, so of course, i love it very much. the hat just makes it that much more adorable too

then he tries on the gi for the first time.. gorgeous

this jacket is really nice.. one of my top faves! i would probably buy a jacket like this

the plaid he wears just before the tournament.. pretty pretty

the gi!! it's very hard to pick an all time favourite, but this is very close to being it. idk what it is but i just really enjoy him in it.

and the patch is really really cool

first outfit of part 2... a top fave. another outfit that is pretty much an example of what i wear a lot

not a fan, not a fan. the colour of his prom suit is nice, but it's not his best look

it looks slightly better without the jacket though

not a fan of this striped shirt either

it seems like part 1 was a lot of plaid/flannel and part 2 is a lot of stripes.

he wears this shirt a few times throughout this movie..

the pink shirt is quite cute, and he's a lil cutie during this scene meeting yukie

this scene is very sad, but the outfit is very good. wish we'd seen this at some other point

one of everyone's favourites. yesyesyes. very, very nice.

damn, he looks good. the peaking shoulder and the shirt blowing in the wind. yesyesyes. very, very nice.

just... yes.

he wears that tank top again a little later too!

more stripes, very cute

i've realised that a lot of you love red on him and i happen to very much agree.

gorgeous

then here's the shirt that kumiko gifts to him. also, very very nice

the pink checkered shirt - he wears this for the cermony, then through the storm, up until this moment.. again, it's another that i really like

bet you've been waiting for this one, huh?

or maybe you scrolled down to it because you wanted to see what i would say.. hm? haha

it's actually shiny just so nice. the bonsai is so cool too. and it matches with miyagi's grey version

anyways, if he didn't have so so so many good outfits then this would be my all time favourite. he is radiant. the little bonsais on the front are so sweet!!! ugh, i just love bonsai trees too, i guess

this is like the only full shot of it, unless you use something from the actual fight

had to include this glorious, perfect smile and moment. ugh, just look at him.. stare at it for a moment and enjoy his beauty and the very nicely done whump goodness

okay, you done staring? good, because we're onto the final movie... part 3

these three shirts are some of the few that i like in part 3. the blue is cool

the yellow is nice

the red is pretty

this puffy jacket appears a lot in this part, and i don't really like it

this shirt is one that miyagi gifted to him, very nice.. and i think it's actually very similar to one that miyagi wears in the first movie too

the sweaters. oh, the sweaters. he looks so good in them. this grey one with the red pants.. gorgeous

such a pretty man

he just looks so comfy and cuddly, pls

ugh, precious angel

i can't decide if i like the grey or dark blue one more, but they are both really nice and two of my favourite colours which is part of the reason why

come and cuddle me, pls

this has to be the same outfit he worse while running with jessica, only with the joggers rolled up a little.. v cute

this was a nice outfit! despite the heartbreaking moment that comes right after. i think he really suits red.. and blue

this jacket, he wears it a few times with different shirts. i actually love this one. it has like a plaid/check inlay which is really cool - i want it.

i prefer it like this though, with the collared shirt and sweater

and finally, we have the gi again. a classic, one of his best best looks ever.

if you would like to use these screencaps, please feel free, but just tag me somewhere because it truly tok a long time to get them all/edit/sort etc :)

#courtney's ramblings #tkk #tkk2 #tkk3 #the karate kid (1984)#the karate kid part ii #the karate kid part iii #daniel larusso #ralph macchio #outfits #fashion #daniel's outfits #my screencaps

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Can’t Get Enough Chapter 1

AN: Actual chapter 1. This is already smuttttty. I format shitty. Sorry. Let me introduce you to Miss Billie. I love her and I stole both parts of her name from my different ancestors.

Summary: The two most stubborn people in Knockemstiff, Ohio have eyes for only each other. Lee Bodecker is determined to become the town’s next sheriff. He knows that image is everything. Billie Dechswaan doesn’t care about her image at all. All she wants is to leave Knockemstiff and never come back. But Lee has other plans for her. Both are far too stubborn to give up their own plans. What happens when they can’t get enough of each other?

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The first time Lee saw her, like really saw her, was at one of the high school football games. She was cheering on the sidelines. She did a high kick and Lee couldn’t help but stare at her exposed thighs. From there his eyes traced up her body. Her cheer sweater was thick and the neckline was high, but he could tell that her curves were pressing the confines of the sweater. Next he noticed her smile. It was bright and genuine. During the football games he would watch her. Watching her joke around with the other girls. When she would laugh, he swore that his world stopped. He wanted to be the reason she laughed and smiled.

Sometimes when he watched her, she would look up directly at him. Did she sense him staring? She would smile at him. Was she smiling to be polite? Lee couldn’t figure her out. At church on Sundays he would stare at her sitting with her large family. His mind would wander, wander to places that it shouldn’t be going during church. Between the services she would help serve lunch. She paid special attention to Lee, always making sure that his glass was full of sweet tea or coffee. She often encouraged him to try the dessert she would make. Sometimes she even sat with him and asked him questions about what being a police officer was like. Lee was sure that he bored her, but she always appeared to be engaged and interested. Lee often wondered if she enjoyed toying with him. And Billie wondered if Lee paid any mind at all to her flirting. She was enamored with young Deputy Bodecker. His jaw was sharp and his eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. She could tell he was strong, even if he was softer around the middle than most boys her own age. He was a man, and she liked that. She was positive that he didn’t feel the same. The only hint Billie ever got was that Lee slowly started to visit her at her job.

Billie worked at the diner after school and on the weekends. It was relatively common for the Ross County deputies to stop by the cafe for breakfast or lunch on Saturday. But slowly Lee came in more and more. By April of that year, he ate there for lunch every Saturday. He sat at the countertop so he could talk with Billie between her other customers. He learned that she loved to read, she wanted to be an English teacher. She wanted to go to school in a big city and then teach for a few years before having kids of her own. She learned about his mother and sister. His mother had passed years before. She learned that he owned a house. He always commented that it was a nice house but he didn’t know what to do with all the space. Hinting that it needed a woman’s touch or a few babies to fill it.

Billie tried to ignore the thrill that gave her. She had a plan and she couldn’t let Lee distract her from it. No matter how handsome she thought he was. Plus, there was no way someone ten years older than her cared at all. And yet, she always caught him staring at her. He looked like a hungry wolf surveying its prey. The thought of being Lee’s prey made her weak in the knees. Billie went on dates with boys from school. None were talented with kissing. They fumbled too much for Billie’s liking. None of them made her feel what Lee made her feel. At night she would think about what it would be like to let Lee kiss her. She would clench her thighs at the thought. Sometimes her hand would slip between her thighs. She imagined that it was Lee touching her.

Lee did the same. Every time he went on a date and they would jerk him off, he imagined it was Billie. Although, if he got Billie in the front seat of his cruiser he wouldn’t just have her jerk him off. He would touch her and she would be soaking for him. He would be gentle at first, but he would ruin her for all other men. He thought of what Billie would sound like moaning his name when he touched himself. Thinking of Billie always made him come quickly. He started imagining what it would be like to bring her back to his house. What it would be like if he came home to her every night. Lee knew he would probably marry Billie if he was given the chance. He prayed that he would find an opportunity to get her alone. If he was vigilant enough he was sure he could catch her on a date. Separate her from whatever boy she was with. Drive her out to another abandoned location and take what he wanted.

He caught her once, just before he was elected Sheriff the first time. It was right after her graduation. She was kissing on some old football player after the graduation ceremony, he was sure they’d been drinking. They were parked on a deserted side street. Lee was out patrolling that night, but really he had seen Billie get in the car with the boy, Ralph was his name, and followed them. He saw them pull down that street and park the car. He was quick to walk over to the car, flashlight in hand. He could see them kissing. The boy was clumsy. Billie wasn’t. She moved languidly. She was a little vixen. She opened her eyes and saw Lee before he could knock on the glass window with a flashlight. A mischievous look flashed in her eyes.

“Open the window, this is Deputy Bodecker,” The window was quickly rolled down.

The boy was nervous, but she just smirked. Almost like she was excited to be caught. Lee watched her make a big show of adjusting her dress. She adjusted it so even more of her breasts were showing. Ralph was focused on Lee, so what was the point of her doing that if not for him?

“Alright break it up. Boy, I’m gonna let you off with a warning. I don’t want to catch you doing this again, or I’ll let your daddy tan your hide. You just get on home.”

“Yes sir.”

“You missy” he points, “you’re coming with me.”

She rolled her eyes before getting out of the car. Ralph drove away quickly. Billie watched him drive away before speaking.

“What? You gonna run me in or something?” She asked.

“Just wanna make sure you get home safe with your honor intact,” he responded, shoving her into his car.

“What makes you so sure it is still intact?” She inquires as he settles himself into the driver’s seat.

“Girlie, I know everything that goes on in this town.” She slid over on the bench closer to him. She was practically pressed up against him. Lee’s body was vibrating in anticipation. But he knew he had to keep himself in check.

“Right, cuz you’re gonna be the sheriff one day, right Lee?” Her hand went to his thigh.

He raised an eyebrow at her. What was she doing?

“Careful girl.”

“Or what?” She teases, “You gonna punish me?” She skated her hand up his thigh and started to palm his crotch.

“You sure you wanna start that, sugar?” Lee asked skeptically, biting the words out from clenched teeth.

“I see the way you look at me. I see you getting all hot for me in my cheer uniform.” She whispered in his ear. Her hands go to his belt and she undoes it and his pants. She pulls his cock out, curling her hand around the length and pumping him up and down. He nearly veers off the road in shock. He clears his throat, trying to stay calm. He maintains control until he pulls over into the abandoned gas station parking lot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He’s shocked by her actions. He never imagined that she would come on to him.

“Oh please. I’ve seen you at the drive-in before with those girls you take on dates. I know what you do in your cruiser.”

“W-what?” He asks in a panic. How does she know? Do other people know?

“Calm down. I only know because I pay attention to you. Just answer me this deputy, have you thought about me when you touch yourself or when those hussies at the drive-in touch you?” She kept pumping him. “I bet you think about really taking me don’t you?”

“You have quite the mouth on you, sugar,” he tells her through gritted teeth.

She was right. He did think about her. Every time he touched himself he thought of Billie. Every time one of this dates jacked him off he was really thinking of Billie. Lee didn’t answer her, he decided his best course of action was toy with her just as she was with him. He pushed his hand up her leg and to the apex of her thighs. He moved her soaked panties to the side so he could plunge into her with his fingers. She moaned loudly, biting her lip.

“You didn’t answer me,” she pouts, slowing her hands.

“You’re right. I think about you all the time. God you’re tight.”

Lee caught her lips in a desperate kiss. She moaned into his mouth. Lee was spurred on. Fucking her with his fingers. She was pumping him vigorously. The hand that wasn’t between her legs went to her breasts palming them. She had great tits. Lee always thought so. She ran her tongue against his. He could feel her wetness pool into his palm. She grabbed his tie and pulled him down on top of her as she laid down across the front seat.

He pulled her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, flipping her dress up so he could see her pussy glisten in the moonlight. He couldn’t take her like this. Not in the front seat of the cruiser. He shoved her hands away, but kept his fingers inside of her. With his other hand he rubbed his cock along her pussy lips. Thrusting so his length bumped over her clit, and was soaked by her slit.

“I won’t fuck you tonight, baby. You deserve to be taken in a bed. But God, you feel so good,” he grunted.

“Lee,” she gasps. He keeps curling his fingers inside her, she’s obscenely wet. Lee is dying to get inside of her, but he knows he has to wait.

“So wet,” he murmurs, “You always get this wet when boys touch you?”

“No,” she whimpers.

“What’s got you so worked up this time, darlin’?” He smirks, he knows the answer.

“You.” Her pussy tightens as she answers. She thrusts her hips against his cock. The head doesn’t enter her only because his fingers are inside her.

He continues his assault of her until she comes with a shout. Her pussy flutters around his fingers. When she’s fully come down from her high, Lee shoves his fingers into her mouth, continuing to rub his cock up against her lower lips. She sucks on each of his fingers with relish, as Lee continues to thrust against her slit. She lets each finger go with a loud pop of her lips. Then she gets a mischievous look in her eye. She pushes her hips up again. This time the head of his cock slips down and rests just against her entrance. Lee raises an eyebrow at her. He knows he could get inside her easily, she’s so wet. Her dainty hand reaches between them, she grips his cock and pushes it inside her so just the tip rests inside. It takes all of Lee’s self control not to thrust the rest of the way in. But he doesn’t want to take her and have her regret it.

“We can’t,” he huffs, trying to catch his breath.

“I just wanted to know what it would feel like to have you inside me, just a little bit,” she whispers.

“Not tonight, baby,” Lee tells her. He tries to pull out, but her legs cage him in.

“Just put a little more in,” she begs her hips thrust up trying to force the movement, “It won’t even count.”

“Not tonight,” he repeats, “You deserve to be fucked somewhere better than a car.” She lets her legs drop, and Lee pulls out. The head of his cock is soaked with her.

“Finish in my mouth,” she pants. Lee goes wide eyed. Sure, he didn’t date the most reputable of women but never had one offered to do that. He sits back up and nods at her. She happily gets down on her knees. She eagerly licks her essence off of his length before taking him into her mouth, slowly, bit by bit. Finally she take him down her throat. She groans around Lee, he doesn’t even have to direct her. She’s already hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing up and down. He’s trying not to thrust up. He doesn’t want her to gag. But he can’t control himself. When she gags around his length, more salvia runs down to his balls. She looks up at him, then forces herself to gag around him. She starts to do that slowly, but speeds up. Lee can’t take the vision in front of him. His little angel on her knees, his whole cock in her mouth. And she’s trying so hard to please him that spit is dripping down her chin.

“Oh fuck,” Lee growls, grabbing the back of her head and holding her in place while he cums in her mouth. She swallows all of it down, only a small drop appearing at the corner of her lips. She wipes it away with a finger before sucking the remaining cum off of said finger.

“You taste so good, deputy,” she smirks. Lee is utterly gobsmacked. This little minx has him wrapped around her little finger. She rights her dress as Lee tucks himself back into his pants. She joins him on the bench. Snuggling into him. Lee wraps one arm around her and drives her home. Upon arriving back at her house she hops out of the car.

“I’ll see you around Deputy Bodecker. Thanks again for the ride,” she teases. She starts to walk away but turns around as if she’s forgotten something, she comes right up to the driver side window.

“I’m sorry,” she begins, an innocent look on her face, “I almost took these, and they belong to you.” She shoves her soiled panties into the pocket of his leather jacket and winks at him.

“Goodnight Deputy.” Lee watched her walk up the steps and into the house before recovering enough to drive away. Lee managed to drive himself home, albeit in an intense daze. He was already thinking of how he would court Billie. Make her Billie Bodecker. She was supposed to leave for college in the fall, but he couldn’t let her leave now. She would get a job in town for now. And after the appropriate amount of time he would marry her. Or maybe he would just knock her up and keep her. It didn’t matter how he did it, as long as he got her. He had already made the decision by the time he laid down in bed that night.

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The Totem Rating: Explicit

Ship: Giles/Buffy Length: 5831 words Summary: Buffy finds an object that seems to have a particular kind of influence on her and Giles. Only it's not exactly what they think...

Written for @summerofgiles 2021! Preview: “So, I made with the slayage but he dropped this before he went poof.” Buffy held out a plastic grocery bag to Giles. She’d come in without knocking and found him still awake and seated at his desk, open books covering the surface. Her skin felt warm, tingly with post-slay energy and she graced him with a lopsided grin. “Seemed like he was trying pretty hard to hide it so it must be, y’know, evil or something?” “Oh well thank goodness you brought it into my home, then,” Giles observed dryly, his mouth twitching upward as he rose from his chair. As usual, he was sure he must have locked the door at some point - or at least thought about locking it - but Buffy’s arrival was never a bother. Taking one plastic handle in each hand, he peered tentatively inside. “Rather certain he didn’t get it at Ralph’s.” “Not unless they’ve really updated their novelty section,” Buffy leaned in to look again. She’d already opened the bag once to take a gander but not a close one. She could tell there was some definite magic mojo going on so she figured she may as well get it to safety. Giles, whether he realized it or not, was the safest place in the world to her. Her mouth twisted, eyes narrowing as they traced the item’s shape. “Huh, it kinda looks like…” Giles felt his face heat as he came to the same conclusion. Clearing his throat a bit too loudly, he snapped the sides of the bag shut. “Yes. Well.” He met Buffy’s eyes briefly before they both looked away. “Yes. Um. You are correct.”

She raised both brows at him. “A-about the mystical properties, as well,” he added, dropping the object on his desk so he could clean his glasses. They were almost spotless but he needed a moment to consider his wording. Buffy had matured considerably over the years but she wasn’t immune to a little puerile humour now and again. Neither was he, if he was being honest. He blamed Xander’s influence. Buffy covered her grin with one hand. Giles was rather adorably flustered and it was taking all her inner strength not to giggle. “Anything we should be worried about?” “I suppose that would depend on the intended ritual. This sort of… um, totem would most likely be an amplifier for… certain kinds of magic.” Given its shape and distinct carvings, Buffy could make an educated guess but it was hard to say the exact words out loud. “The, uh, X-rated kind?” He nodded, his expression purposely neutral. The flush in his face had descended to his neck and the room was feeling distinctly too balmy for his chunky knit sweater. He pushed the sleeves up his arms as far as they would go. “In a manner of speaking.” Buffy’s eyes flicked to his suddenly exposed forearms and she was reminded of the tattoo lurking a little further up, just out of sight. The notion that Giles might be speaking from personal experience made her tummy do a little flip. “Do we need to destroy it or something? Before all of Sunnydale comes down with a serious case of teenage-boy?” She shifted closer, noticing for the first time that Giles must be wearing cologne of some kind. It was faint but distinct, spicy and complex. It made her mouth water a little. She swallowed self-consciously and tried to turn her attention to the issue of the unknown sex totem. Perhaps unsurprisingly, that didn’t actually help much.

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