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courtingchaos · 7 months

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Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Freak Like Me

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), shaving (legs and other sensitive areas).

Summary: Eddie offers you the full spa treatment.

A/N: I gotta say I don’t even know where I was going with this, other than the fact that I think dudes who help shave legs are entirely too hot and should be studied. Anyways, welcome to another look into what I think is hot and it’s probably not. 🙃 enjoy.

18+ NSFW No Minors

“Whatcha doing?” Eddie asks quietly. You’d heard the click of the lock before he’d leaned in. Perched on the side of the tub, one leg on the ledge and the other swishing the foggy water slowly.

“Shaving my legs.”

“Mmm.”

“You miss me?”

“I had a joke to tell you and then forgot it when I opened the door.” He shrugs and leans against the doorframe. “You tend to have that effect on me.”

You click your tongue at him and drop your propped up leg so you straddle the side of the tub.

“You can sit in here if you want.”

“I didn’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding but if you hang out too long I might make you work for your view.”

And that’s how you end up crowded in your now drained tub, Eddie between your legs after only ten minutes of watching you run your razor over your knee.

“See, you were worried for nothing!” His hand glides over your smooth skin, rough calluses scratching on the curves of your leg. “Not one knick. I shave my face every day, no issues.” He gestures to his chin with your pink razor, rolling his eyes up at you.

“Legs are much different from faces. I’ve got a streak going too, didn’t want you to fuck that up.”

He just hums at you, still inspecting his work. He’d been mildly taken aback when you’d handed him the cheap bottle of conditioner when he’d settled into the tub with you.

‘Conditioner?’

‘Yeah. The shit you’re supposed to use on your hair?’

Now his tune is a little different when he feels how soft your leg feels. You’d stopped him going too far up your thigh, one you didn’t want to get out of your shorts, and two it didn’t really matter. He never complained about it and it’s not like anyone else was going to be seeing your extreme upper thigh anytime soon.

Eddie rocks forward to readjust so he can start on your other leg. He holds your foot up so you can brace it at the base of the faucet and so he can drape his arm over your thigh, holding you steady so he doesn’t cut you. The radio he’d left on in the living room gently floats music down the short hallway and into the bathroom where the quiet ‘shlick’ of the razor glides across your shin. He’s careful around your ankle, runs his fingers over the delicate bone to feel for any rogue hairs. His tongue pokes out of his mouth when he gets to your knee and he really concentrates on not cutting you. A few short swipes and he holds his hands out to the side and gasps delightfully.

“Magic hands, baby!”

“You didn’t have to shave my kneecap to tell me that.” You laugh at him. He just shoots you a playful sneer and continues on to the back of your knee. The way he moves his hands on you to bend your leg the way he wants it makes your breath catch a little. A speeding up pulse and a small tickle on the back of your neck make you want to slide down the tub a little more so you can press up against him. He hasn’t so much as tried to make a move on you since doing this and it’s just made you all the more aware of his presence. His soft touch and breaths that ghost over your dewy skin, the gentle way he moves you around so he can do this thing for you.

You’re too busy making heart eyes at him to notice him finishing up. His wandering hand inching along the hem of your cotton shorts.

“You sure I can’t interest you in a full service salon visit today?” His eyebrows dance under his bangs. You laugh and slap his shoulder.

“Do you care suddenly?”

“No! I’m just…this is kind of fun.” He smiles at you, hands resting on your thigh. “And also if I can convince you to take your shorts off I consider it a win.”

“Well when you put it that way,” you snap your fingers and make a whooshing sound, “panties, magically gone.”

“Oh, no shit?” He tosses the razor over the side of the tub and pulls at the elastic band of your shorts, overacting his look into them. It turns into a game of grabbing whatever skin he can find on you until you call mercy when he starts tickling you. It ends with both of you out of breath and Eddie’s hand shoved up the leg of your shorts, fingers dug into the meat of your ass.

“You gonna let me go?”

“Only if you show me how you magicked your panties off, I haven’t learned that cantrip yet.”

“When are you gonna let me shave your legs again?” He asks this in the middle of the pasta aisle like he’s asking what brand of angle hair you want.

“Is this a thing for you now?” You don’t even look over at him when you drop a few boxes in the cart. Eddie had been a little too well behaved since walking through the doors of the grocery store and you start to wonder if he’s been leading up to this question.

“I don’t know.” A shrug you catch out of the corner of your eye. “It was kind of fun. I mean, when I let you shave my face that one time you had fun right?”

You finally look at him, your own goofy smile matching his. “Yeah it was.” You edge around the cart so you can lower your voice. “I mean the rest of the night was pretty fun too.”

Eddie nods his head at you while you get closer, hands sliding between his jacket and shirt, your endless giggles peppered between your recounting of how soft his face was between your thighs. Only to be pulled apart when a squeaky wheeled cart makes you remember where you are.

In the self checkout he stands close behind you while he waits for his card to go through.

“You know, if you liked how soft my face was, imagine if you let me shave everything.” He punctuates his statement with a flick of your necklace and you can see the gap in his teeth when he smiles at you.

“Everything?”

“What, you don’t trust me?” The card reader beeps at him but he won’t turn away until you answer him.

“Of course I do, now take the card out everyone is staring.”

He snaps it out of the machine and helps you pile the bags back into the cart, a self satisfied smirk on his face. “Baby you’re gonna have the smoothest skin you’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, even if it is tinged with a little too much ego.

“You know if you wanted me hairless you could have just told me, we didn’t have to go through all of this.”

He’s only mildly blocking your view of the TV while he sits on the foot of the bed, your leg propped up on this thigh.

“This has nothing to do with that, I love you however you feel most comfortable.” His thumb rubs along your ankle bone in search of fine hairs he may have missed. “We’ve had this discussion before.” He sniffs, a dismissal of your sarcasm.

“Then why are you so hellbent on shaving my pubes? What did they ever do to you?” You point a finger at the back of his head, mock accusation tinging your voice. Eddie doesn’t need to turn around to know what you’re doing, just huffs laughter at you and continues his work up your calf.

“I don’t have to, if you’d rather not.” He glides the razor over your knee expertly while the sounds of the Enterprise getting shot at murmur in front of him.

“No, I didn’t say that.”

He shifts so he can get at your thigh, one big palm gliding up the inside, fingertips just barely grazing your underwear. It’s deliberate, especially when he grins but doesn’t catch your eye, something to entice you to play along.

Like you’d stop now.

He swishes the razor in the bowl of warm water he brought in with him and puts a dab more of the coconut gel you bought for this specifically; less mess on your bedding. Honestly this whole thing is mostly attractive due to his concentration, the same pull of his eyebrows he has when he’s building a map or writing lore. It’s the way he looks at a newly built engine block when he’s been the only one to put hands on it.

“Roll over.”

You oblige him even when he gives your ass a fast swat before he works on the backs of your thighs, the elastic of your underwear snapped every so often when he “just needs to get to a spot”. You’re a whole episode deep before he’s finally finished with your legs and you’re sufficiently wound up, almost overeager to see how he’ll handle this more sensitive job.

“You ready?” He wiggles the razor between his thumb and index finger, eyebrows in tandem with the back and forth. You loose your underwear over the side of the bed and he lays down on his stomach, feet bouncing up in the air behind him.

“You look like you’re about to spill the hottest gossip.”

“Listen, me and my girl got a lot to talk about.” His smirk makes you scoff but his warm hands guiding your legs wider has you feeling feverish. He runs a damp towel over your hair, his breath ghosting over sensitive skin creating goosebumps and his damn hands going featherlight over your mound has your feet curling into his ribs.

“Stop fidgeting or I’m gonna knick you.” He looses that playful glint in his eye when he gets into a groove, slight frown pulling at his lips where his tongue makes an occasional appearance. You almost want to laugh with how concentrated he is but you don’t want to interrupt. He holds skin taut when he lightly runs the razor over a small section, taking his time to be thorough and gentle. You only wince a few times when the razor blades catch on thick hair but he rubs his thumb over each finished part, soothing and searching, looking for a stray hair and never once does he let his finger wander.

You want him to though. You want him to give into that base need that you know is gnawing at his thoughts. Just a few centimeters over and he could run the tip of his middle finger over your swollen bud, effectively rendering you boneless. At this rate it wouldn’t take much at all to get you to cum. Eddie focused and taking such deliberate care of you has your stomach swooping; Yet another simple task that he’s taken to an extreme and made you wonder how you ever got along without him.

“Eddie?” Your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the TV.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me yet.” He uses one of the towels on the bed to softly wipe away errant hair and looks up at you from between your thighs with a smile. “I’m not done.” But he shimmies off the bed and stands to stretch before snatching all the stuff off the comforter and balancing the bowl of water on his way to the bathroom. You take the opportunity to slide your legs together, everything slick and soft especially at the bend of your hips. From the bathroom you can hear water running and before you can wonder what’s keeping him he peeks around the corner to watch you basking in his handiwork.

“Nice isn’t it?”

“I never doubted you.” You feel a little ridiculous in just your t-shirt until you catch the glint in his eyes. “What are you up to?” You tug the hem down to cover yourself but he pounces on the bed before you can create adequate cover.

“Ed!” You yelp when he grabs you quick, already between your knees. His arms loop under your hips and pull you up to balance on your upper back. “What-oh fuck you.” It comes out deep from your chest when he plants his mouth on you without warning, the corners of his lips pulled up in a grin. His tongue zeroes in on your clit and you weren’t kidding about being close. Just the few licks he lays on you has you grasping out to claw at his forearms keeping you against his face, your only balance when you feel that quick build along your spine.

In the haze of your fast descent you notice the lack of the usual burn of his scruff and manage a laugh between your gasps.

“Did you shave for me?”

His eyes sparkle and he nods, nose grazing between parted flesh to make you moan. Eddie is having too much fun holding you hostage against his mouth but you can’t find it in you to complain when you’re pushed over into bliss brought on by his stupidly magical tongue. You pant and cry out, thighs clenched around his head to pitifully grind along his nose. Your grip slackens on his arms and you expect him to let you down but he doesn’t.

That mouth of his that gets him in and out of most trouble keeps working at you even when your thighs start to shake and your heels dig into his back.

“Eddie.” You whine and grab at the bedding under you in an attempt at leverage to pull away. He just doubles down with a laugh huffed through his nose and it’s too much all at once, his tongue an assault on too sensitive skin. His aftershave fills your nose the sweet musk of it making your eyes roll again. His thick fingers dig into the crease of your hips to keep you tilted back.

You chant his name in time with the flicking of his tongue when you rocket towards your second orgasm, minutes after the first. His curls obscure his face along with your legs and you miss his pained expression when you start panting above him.

“Eddie Eddie pleasepleaseplease.” Your fingers dig into his scalp and pull on his hair when he doesn’t slow down and the band of your arousal snaps for the second time. He’s mumbling something, lips still buried in your cunt, tongue still roving and making you squirm. You can make out a “for me-“ and a “too good” before the rush in your ears signals your fall. He runs his tongue down to lap at your entrance and his mouth is too hot. He’s too much and too wet and too everywhere and-

He drops your hips and you bounce on the bed, head still spinning from his mouth. Your shirt is bunched up under your chin and he descends on a nipple while his other hand trails down. Fingers prod at your aching clit before sliding in slowly, the aftershocks still spasming around his thick fingers.

“Ed I can’t-“

“Third time’s the charm, c’mon.” He lets your nipple go so he can rest his chin on your sternum. His dimples seem vicious while he works you toward a third orgasm, pads of his fingers brushing against that almost too tender spot. “It gets easier every time, you know that.” Wet sounds made wetter by bare skin trapped under his palm that he keeps pressed against you.

“Is th-this payback for the collar?” You ask and he laughs at your stuttering.

“Maybe.” He groans along with you when your eyes roll and your back arches. “But I liked that.” A dangerous tint to his teasing. “Do you like this?” Relentless fingers and the heel of his palm give you enough friction to start a fire deep in your belly. The spark is barely lit before is razes through you, turning your back into a tightrope that Eddie balances on, dark eyes locked on your face pulled into pleasure.

“There it is.” He watches you crumble under the tension and he twitches his fingers until he hears that telltale catch in your chest and he eases up, gently removing his hand. He keeps his head on your chest though, the rapid beating of your heart under his ear so he can hear what he does to you. “I got you.” He grabs the back of your knee to drape over his hip and slides his hand up the back of your thigh now slick with sweat. Practically boneless under him you move easy and he gets your wrapped around his overheating frame.

“You okay?” He asks when he hears a gasp from you and looks up to see a tear track down the side of your cheek.

“Oh I’m great.” A weak laugh and a flap of your hand against his hair. “I’m just trying to remember what my tongue does.”

“I can show you if you want.”

“I think you’ve done enough damage tonight.” It’s lighthearted with a small warning, your heaving chest enough of a signal to him that you at least need a breather.

“I don’t know if I’d call it damage.” He lets his hands wander over your dips and curves, soothing motions to bring you back down to earth. “Felt good though didn’t it?”

He watches your lazy smile and your eyes drifting closed, fingers wound up in his hair again. A small nod before you pull him in closer to your chest and he pulls the corner of the sheet up over your legs.

“You falling asleep?”

“No, I’m relaxing.”

“Sure, just resting your eyes?”

“Mhm.”

He can feel your go slack around his neck even while you laugh sleepily at him. “So should I wake you up for round two or…?”

“Surprise me.”

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jamminvroomvroom · 7 months

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4 with lando :)))

flashing lights - kanye west (respect the art not the artist!)

LN4 x reader

tysm for the request xoxo!! finally continuing my requests (sorry it took ages whoops) flipped my list and went from the bottom for this bc otherwise we were gonna have some repeats lol

images below from pinterest - i claim no ownership 🙃

warnings: none! some swearing, some fluff, lando being a funny little camera shy pr machine - but fr minors pls just dni with my work okay tysm!!!

lando was frantically pacing your apartment when you walked in, eyes wild, as if he hadn’t slept, and hair an absolute disheveled state. his usually sun-kissed skin seemed to get even paler when he heard the door shut behind you, coming to a halt in your kitchen and staring at you as though he’d seen a ghost.

“lando?” you questioned, confused as to, a) why he was here so early, and b) why he looked like he was about to confess that he had killed your entire bloodline.

“baby, i’m so sorry.” your blood ran cold. what had he done? he closed the space between you, tentatively taking your hands.

“lando… what’s going on?” you tilted your head, starting to sweat in your oversized leather jacket. you’d just been out running errands, picking up bits for the dinner you were supposed to be sharing with the mclaren driver, much later in the day.

“i didn’t think anyone had seen us but then i had my assistant, the entire pr department and my mother phoning me, and then max called and said that him and pietra wanted to see if we were okay, before i could call anyone else back which confused the fuck outta me, so i finally checked twitter and there it was and i just got in the car and came here but god, i’m so sorry.” lando finally exhaled, looking like he was about to pass out, with creases so deep on his forehead that you thought they’d stay there permanently.

“okay, lando? sweetheart? yeah, okay i’m gonna need a bit more info.” you over enunciated each word, stressing that you were still in the absolute dark about whatever was on the verge of sending him into cardiac arrest.

“there’s photos. of us. kissing.” he finally said, quietly, and after a good ten seconds of staring at you in utter fear.

“fucking hell, i thought something terrible had happened. jesus christ, lando.” you exhaled, eyes wide. he stared at you like you’d grown a second head, stepping forward to mockingly rest his hand against your forehead as if he was checking your temperature.

“are you… are you… okay?” lando asked, eyebrow quirked. he was shocked at how calm you were.

you’d both agreed to keep your relationship private, and over the last five months, that had gone swimmingly well. but some low quality photos taken, as you waited for some friends outside a restaurant in the outskirts of london, had fucking launched the cat out of the bag.

“how bad are the pictures? are we naked or something?” you scoffed at him and now lando was truly confused.

“no, but- but i thought we were gonna keep this quiet.” he murmured.

“i know, baby, but okay, it’s out. is that really so bad? it was bound to happen eventually.” you reasoned, and lando finally saw your point.

“i just want to protect you, from all of the lights and the flashing cameras. love you too much to lose you to those vultures.” lando dipped his forehead against yours as he spoke, eyes locked on yours. you couldn’t help but smile at him, the loveliest man you could have wished for.

“oh, my sweet, sweet boy,” you crooned, pecking his lips. “you know i love to show off.” he laughed at that, a low rumbling in his chest.

you pulled away, stepping around him and walking further into your apartment, dropping all of your stuff down in your kitchen.

“anyways, i already saw the pictures. we look hot.” you ignored his incredulous ‘what?’, waving him off. “now, come here and help me make dinner.”

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

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visceravalentines · 20 days

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the driver

it turns out I am chewing on them every moment of every day. I'm sure this fic will permanently satisfy the hunger of course ✨🌷🙃

2.3k words. character study happy ending post-credits type beat where everyone lives and drives off into the sunset together. pre-slash but Randy is so down bad he doesn't know how to cope. nobody do the math on mileage or drive time I made it all up Minnesota isn't even real

They’re about 50 miles over the Missouri border when Benson asks him.

“You think you could drive, man?”

Randy looks at him sharply, not sure he heard him right. He must not have heard him right.

Benson glances over and his eyes are bloodshot beyond belief, the skin beneath them dark and hollow. His crow’s feet have multiplied. “I gotta sleep, Randy, or we’re gonna end up in a ditch.”

After a beat of careful consideration, Randy nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I could–I can drive.”

The car lurches to the right as Benson pulls over immediately, puts it in park and slumps in his seat. His head falls back against the headrest and he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Fuck.”

Randy watches him with an intent he can feel but can’t parse, hasn’t been able to parse all day and the night before and the day before that. He stopped being scared, really scared, a while ago. Fear still gnaws at the edges of him, jittery and mean like rats in the walls, but it’s not the same.

He’s no longer afraid Benson might kill him. He’s afraid he might decide he doesn’t need him anymore. And those are different things.

Benson’s big hands drop into his lap. He stares blankly through the windshield at the half-set sun, exhausted.

Randy has the urge to touch him. To clap a hand on his shoulder, give it a little shake. He plays it out in his head. Yeah, man. I’ll drive for a while. Don’t worry about it. Get some rest.

His hands stay clasped between his thighs.

“Don’t really know where we’re goin’, so I guess you can just pick a direction,” Benson says. “Anywhere but back that way.” He shoots Randy a pointed look, but the point is dull and bleary.

Randy nods. “North. I got it.” You can trust me. I know that sounds like bullshit, but it’s not.

Benson pours out of the car like his bones are dissolving. He stretches mightily, arches his back and groans loudly, and Randy flinches and doesn’t know why.

He gets out and the breeze hits his face, smells a little like home and a little bit different. He gazes down the highway, tracks it all the way to where it disappears beyond a sun-washed hill. He’s never been this far north before, never been out of Louisiana except for a family reunion in Florida one time.

He wonders, for a second, if maybe they could see them all. All fifty states. Benson’s car might not make it that many miles. But it would be something. It would be cool.

“You sure you’re good?”

Randy turns, squints into the sun. Benson is lit from behind, face in shadow, but Randy can feel his eyes, the way they probe like fingers at his mouth, his neck.

“I’m good.”

Benson taps his fist against the roof of the car. “Super.”

They trade sides, cross paths in front of the bumper. Randy slides into the seat and it’s still warm from Benson’s body. He feels like he's sitting in his shadow. He's been wearing his shirt for two days now, the smell of stale cigarette smoke working itself into his skin. It's like he's being assimilated, wrapped in a cocoon of brash words and an army green jacket. He presses his spine against the backrest and folds his arms around himself without thinking about it.

Benson yanks open the door and snaps him out of it. He sits forward and feels under the seat for the lever to slide it up a few inches, touches something sticky, makes a face. Benson’s got longer legs than he does, even though they're about the same height. Benson is big in Randy's mind. Or maybe Randy is small. Does Benson think he's small?

Like he can read his mind, or thinks he can, Benson shoves his seat way back. “Jesus, Randy, you’re allowed to take up space,” he mutters as he pushes the backrest almost horizontal.

No one’s ever told him that before. Does Benson know no one’s told him that before?

“Don’t wreck my fucking car.”

“I won’t.”

“And don’t get pulled over.”

“I won’t.”

Benson nods once like a punctuation mark. “Good boy.”

Randy exhales heavily.

He buckles up, hesitates as he sets his hands on the wheel. Ten and two. He slides them together to meet at twelve, where Benson always grips the wheel with half a hand, pointing at things, eyes anywhere but the road, talking with his whole body. Then he slides them back to ten and two, at least for now. One thing at a time.

He signals before he pulls back onto the road even though there’s not another car in sight. He presses the gas gently, like he’s wiping a smudge off someone’s cheek. And just like that, they're back on their way.

Benson’s car is old as shit and runs like it’s doing him a favor. It takes Randy a minute to get used to it, the resistance of the pedals and the way the wheel is about as sensitive as the bottom of a work boot. He’s careful with it, not because it’s old or unreliable, but because it’s his. Because he’s trusting him with it.

He’s the driver now.

Benson moves in his periphery, fast and sudden like he does, and without meaning to Randy jerks, jerks the wheel. Benson gives him a look, reaching around for something in the backseat. “Sorry,” Randy mumbles.

“Just be cool,” Benson says with his jacket in his hands. He balls it up to use as a pillow, shifts around, settles in and shuts his eyes.

Be cool, Randy repeats to himself. Be cool, be cool.

“Are you…going to buckle your seatbelt?” he asks. He’s been waiting to ask. Now seems like the last opportune moment.

Benson opens his eyes and looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “What are you, a fuckin’ cop?”

Randy feels his face flush. He looks away. “Sorry. Do whatever you want.”

“You know if you slam on the brakes and I’m layin’ down like this I’m goin’ through the windshield, seatbelt or no.”

“Do whatever you want,” Randy says again. “I’m just…trying to be safe.”

Benson grabs the seatbelt, yanks it across his chest, clicks it into place with attitude. “Happy?”

Randy glances at him and away, almost smiles in spite of himself. Yeah. “Yeah.” For once, he thinks he might really mean it.

Benson grumbles and closes his eyes. He fidgets for a while, bullies the jacket into a different shape, but soon he falls still and quiet. Randy figures he has nothing left in the tank after the events of the last thirty-six hours, nothing more to give to Randy or anybody else.

He drives like the backseat is full of fine china, nice and easy, until Benson starts to snore. It's a cute snore, kind of nasally and pitched higher than his voice. He slams the door on that thought the moment it arrives, shoos it away and casts a guilty look over at Benson.

He’s never seen him look so at peace. There's a tension missing from his face, a furrow between his brows that Randy only registers in its absence. He wonders if he has nightmares like Randy has nightmares. Probably. Probably worse. But there’s no sign of them now; he’s too wiped out.

Now that he’s not waving a gun around and yelling, he resembles the old Benson. The guy who greeted him at the start of each shift with a casual wave and nothing to say. The man who moved like he was in a dream, seemed checked out completely until you caught his eye and realized he hadn't missed a second of what was going on around him. Not even the little things. Not even Randy.

As the miles wear on, he wonders which Benson is more real, the quiet one or the loud one. Maybe they’re two sides of the same coin. Maybe everyone has someone else inside of them, raw and bright, harder to swallow. Randy always figured he was the only one slumming around with that particular burden–the monster of his guilt, his anger, feelings too big to unbottle lest they rip him in half–but maybe he was wrong. He's been wrong a lot the last couple days.

It doesn’t probably matter which is more real because he likes them both: the Benson who once followed him out the back door under the guise of a smoke break to make sure he was okay after a particularly egregious run-in with Chris, and the Benson who beat the shit out of his own personal boogeyman in the parking lot of an elementary school until his hands bled. Randy understands both of them. Feels a connection to both of them. Knows he can count on both of them when it matters.

Randy leans back and feels it then, feels it all, the world shrinking behind them, the past pinned to it like a poster on a corkboard, the dying sun to his left and the man on his right and Benson’s fingerprints worn into the leather of the steering wheel. And it's exhilarating, it's amazing. It's freedom and possibility. Hope, even.

And he desperately, deep in his bones, wants to be someone Benson can count on. When it matters or doesn't. He knows he isn’t a fighter or a talker, but he cares. He cares so fucking much sometimes he wants to bite through his own tongue. Maybe that could be worth something. For the first time, sitting in the driver's seat on the run from the law, he thinks maybe that might be enough. He might be enough.

He has Benson to thank for that, too.

He hasn't felt like this since he was a kid. Maybe ever. Light. Free. The way the highway unfolds in front of him forever makes him feel like maybe he could fly. He kind of wishes it would rain and he can't say why. Only that he wants the air to smell like wet asphalt, like dirt.

And he wants to thank Benson. He doesn’t think he can, like, he can’t just say it. Thanks for killing all those people. It really opened my eyes. Thanks for scaring me shitless, I needed that. No way. He’s gotta be cool. Find some other way.

He reads the names of towns he’s never heard of on the highway sign. They’ll have to stop somewhere eventually, right? Get a motel room or something. Benson deserves to sleep in a real bed. Randy would love to sleep in a real bed. Probably they’ve got to lay low a little while longer. Probably two states north isn’t far enough.

Benson drives like a grandma. Randy hasn’t said anything, but he figures they could be at least to the border of Iowa by now if Benson wasn’t so hung up on driving three miles under the speed limit and calling it “flying under the radar,” even as cars peeled by them on all sides.

But he’s the driver now.

He realizes this is something he can do. A way to repay him, just a little bit. Randy didn’t get them into this mess, not exactly, but he can get them far, far away from it. Safety, serenity. A place where no one knows their faces. He can find that for Benson. He can take him there. He can make sure he wakes up somewhere better than the shithole behind them.

He eases his foot down on the gas, coaxes the needle on the speedometer up and over 80. The car huffs a protest, but it obeys.

Good boy, he thinks, and he smiles.

Benson stirs just after they leave Iowa. It’s still dark out, but the horizon is starting to bleed pink. He sits up slowly, stretches, nearly elbows Randy in the face. “Fuck,” he groans, “what time is it?”

“Breakfast time, almost,” Randy says. “Just looking for somewhere to stop.”

Benson blinks around the sleep in his eyes, peers through the window into the dark rushing by. “Where are we?”

“Wisconsin. Or maybe Minnesota. I’m not…a hundred percent sure.”

Benson furrows his brow. “Jesus Christ, Randy. You break the fuckin' sound barrier?”

“No,” Randy says calmly. “Everyone speeds on the interstate. You just keep an eye on it, it's fine.”

Benson gives him a long look and for a second, Randy thinks he might be mad. But then he breaks into a grin, chuckles, shakes his head and stretches again. His shirt rides up and in the dark of the dawn Randy can just make out the triangle of hair on his stomach. He bites his cheek.

“Speed Demon Bradley. Who’d’ve thought.” Benson yanks the backrest up, sits back and looks out with fresh eyes on new scenery. “You got a destination in mind, captain?”

Randy does. Has for the last few hundred miles. “Yeah. I was thinking…maybe Lake Superior?”

“What's so superior about it?”

“I don't know, it's…really big. Like…huge. I just thought…it would probably be pretty. I’d–I’d like to see it.” With you. I'd like you to be there too.

He glances over and Benson is staring at him with an odd look on his face.

“...what?” Randy says.

Benson starts nodding, frowning thoughtfully, then reaches over and thumps Randy on the chest. “Then let's go see it.”

The impact echoes through his heart and lungs. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. Randy makin’ decisions.” Benson claps his hands once, loud. “I like it. You wanna go see some big fuckin’ lake? I'm all for it.”

Randy fights a grin and doesn't know why, so he stops, lets it come, feels the stretch of it across his face. “Cool.”

Randy looks over and thinks he’s beautiful. Bloody knuckles, bad attitude, and all. He lets that thought linger for one, two, three seconds before it blows out the window like a wayward receipt.

“Cool.”

Benson rolls down the window and sticks his head out like a dog. The air whipping into the car smells nothing like home. His hair blows back and he squints into the wind, the early sun kissing his cheeks pink.

“I can take over,” Benson offers over his shoulder. “I’m guessin' you need a break.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Randy squeezes his hands on the wheel at ten and two. “I got it. I'm good.”

And he really means it.

#the passenger #the passenger 2023 #randy bradley #benson the passenger #the passenger 2023 fanfiction

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outro-jo · 9 months

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atz and a partner with endometriosis

pairing: ateez member x afab reader

type: scenario

warnings: none, reader in pain, no gender indicators in the fic, yeosang’s is implied that this happens during seggs but nothing is explicit (18+, minors and ageless dni), safeword use, mingi’s is pretty much the period thing i wrote but it’s fine 🙃

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hongjoong- all you did was post a private story to some of your friends about being in pain and hongjoong knew. so he left the production up to the other members of kq and left to be by your side. he knew there wasn’t much that could be done, pain killers and heat only did so much, but he just wanted to be there with you, to hold you. by now you were half asleep when the bedroom door slowly opened. “baby?” he called to you softly as he crept in. “hi,” you said weakly. he pouted as he looked at you, all bundled up and holding the heating pad on your stomach. “is there anything i can get you?” hongjoong asked sweetly. you shook your head and reached your arms up to invite him in for cuddles. hongjoong didn’t have to be told twice.

seonghwa- the two of you had just finished breakfast that morning and you were standing at the sink washing dishes when you felt the pain, nearly dropping the plate in your hand as you jolted forward. seonghwa, who had just finished getting ready for a day of practice, stopped short at the front door before rushed over to you. “darling, are you ok?” he asked with concern lacing his tone as he tentatively held a hand on your back. you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “it hurts, hwa.” seonghwa immediately set the dish and scrub brush in your hands back into the sink and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple. “c’mon, let’s get you back to bed, love.” he led you back to the bedroom and set you up in your shared bed with a heating pad and some medicine to help some with the pain. he also put on your favorite animation and left the room for a few minutes. you assumed he had left for work but it was odd since he didn’t kiss you goodbye. after some time had passed, seonghwa returned, put his shoes back into your walk-in, and climbed into bed with you, pulled you into his arms for a cuddle and kissing the crown of your head. “i thought you had to work?” you questioned. “you’re more important.”

yunho- this was a bad idea. he knew it but he wanted to do it anyways. “i want to understand what you go through.” it was a sweet sentiment but possibly a bit misguided. the plan was originally to get a period simulator but upon further research, yunho found that endometriosis pain was worse than normal period pain… so he bought a child birth pain simulator. (for the sake of this let’s pretend there’s a difference bc idk if there is) you tested it first and determined that your pain was a seven. yunho’s eyes went wide when he heard this. “a seven? of like childbirth pain?” you nodded. he gulped and started to question if he wanted to actually do this. after you reminded him he didn’t have to, he bolstered himself and agreed. carefully, you press the little electrodes on his lower abdomen and wait for him to give the ok. he breathed deeply, then nodded for you to start. you took it slow, working your way up and to his credit, he handled it very well, trying not to make to big of a display. every time he did, he remembered you saying you had to go to work, school, and the store acting like this pain wasn’t a problem. so if you had to, he had to as well. however, once he hit about five, his facade began to crack. by the time he hit seven, he was crying out in pain and couldn’t even stand. he fell to his hands and knees and you decided enough was enough, turning off the unit. “that’s what you deal with?!!” he asked as he gasped for breath. “umm, yeah?” he ripped the stickers off and stood up, embracing you tightly. “i’m so sorry.” his apology made you tear up. no one had ever tried to understand what you went through or even cared enough to experience the pain for themselves. from then on, yunho pampered you every chance he could, even the times when you weren’t having symptoms.

yeosang- “APPLE!! APPLE!!” you cried out and yeosang froze, eyes wide as he staggered back. “baby, i’m so sorry! are you ok? did i hurt you?” his brows furrowed in concern and he looked over your body for signs of damage but he wouldn’t move close to you just yet, too afraid of hurting you again. “no…i’m fine, sangie. i promise…” the tears streaming down your face told him otherwise. “y/n, baby, please tell me what i did.” his voice was soft, pain cracking through. you sighed and reached out your hands to pull him back over to you. “you didn’t do anything, love. it’s me. i’m just in pain and i tried to fight it for you and because we haven’t…in a while.” you shook your head as you rambled. yeosang reached a hand up to caress your face. “please don’t push yourself for me. if it’s hurting, tell me so i can stop. i don’t want you to be in any pain.” now he was tearing up. “i know. i just hate this. i wish it didn’t hurt so much.” frustration was apparent in your tone. yeosang leaned in carefully to kiss your tear stained cheeks. “i’m so sorry, my love, but please don’t do that again.” you nod in agreement. he smiled at you sympathetically before kissing your lips. “i’ll be right back, ok? i’ll go run you a bath.”

san- san let out as sigh as he cuddled in beside you and placed kisses on your cheek. your body melted into his, letting him be the big spoon for once. “can i get you anything?” he whispered to which you shook your head. “i’m sorry you’re in pain, my love. i wish i could take it away from you.” san was always like this. he cared so deeply for you, he never wanted you to have even the mildest inconvenience, so seeing you in pain hurt him about as much emotionally. he often said he would walk through fire for you and you knew he meant it every time. but seeing him so caring while you were in this state suddenly made you emotional. you let out a whimper as the tears began falling and you rolled on your other side to bury your face in his chest. “aw, no! baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. “it just hurts a lot and you’re so nice to me.” you wailed sounding like a child into his chest. san couldn’t help but laugh at your display before kissing your head repeatedly and pulling you impossibly closer to him. “i love you… that’s all.” san softly. you knew that. with every fiber of your being, you knew that.

mingi- it had been almost thirty minutes since you’d last seen mingi. when he arrived home from work to find you curled up in bed, heating pad clutched to your stomach. he gave you quick peck to your head before rushing back out the door. soon the door opened again and he came back with arms full of bags. “mingi, what is all of this??” first, he handed you the plastic bag in his right hand, arguably the most important considering it had your favorite meal it in, piping hot. he let out a few grunts with a bag between his teeth before he could finally set everything carefully down on your bed. “that’s your dinner. i didn’t want you to have to cook and you banned be from the kitchen after the fried rice incident.” “yes, well, the fire fighters thought it was best.” “right… but dinner, snacks…” he poured out the packets next to you. “i got every pain pill i could find.” the pills rattled in their containers as mingi dumped them out next. “i got a new heating pad and this one has a massager.” he handed the gadget to you. “and i was reading that this tea was good for pain so i got you that too. you want me to make you a cup?” “that sounds nice, min.” you looked up at him with complete adoration before he rushed off with the biggest smile on his face. there was nothing more that mingi loved in this world than to help you when you weren’t feeling well.

wooyoung- ever since your relationship started, something you and wooyoung did was roughhouse. it was always fun and playful and never too rough but you could normally take a lot. today, however, was a much different story. despite your pain, you wanted to do something nice for the boys and wooyoung, so you brought them lunch while they were working on their next album. you were setting everything up in the breakroom when wooyoung saw you and rushed in. of course you heard him before you saw him but you didn’t move, not expecting what he did next. without warning he wrapped his arms around your torso tightly and tried to pick you up… until he heard you cry out. the confused look on his face would have been priceless if you weren’t doubled over in pain. “what? what’d i do? are you ok, baby?” he asked, hunching over as well to check on you with a hand on your back. “i’m fine, woo… i’m just in a lot of pain.” you groan through gritted teeth. “yah, why didn’t you tell me?!” he had the audacity to fuss at you. you found the strength to stand upright and give him a look, “you attacked me!” “with love!” you rolled your eyes. for the rest of the day, wooyoung kept you in his lap and gave you apology kisses to make up for his mistake.

jongho- jongho was very familiar with your condition. he was the one in the doctors office holding your hand when you were diagnosed. he was the first person in your life to take your pain seriously when you heard, “everyone has cramps. get over it!” your whole life. so when he came home from work and found you on laid on the sofa, he knew exactly what was going on. jongho set his stuff down and kicked off his shoes at the door before walking over to lean down in front of you. your eyes opened slowly and you saw the concern in his eyes that looked you over. a hand reached up to stroke your head lovingly and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “is there anything i can do for you, love?” he knew well enough to know that there was very little he could do to help, but he still wanted to offer. to his surprise, you nod. “i haven’t eaten all day.” you pouted which he immediately mirrored. “we can’t have that now can we?” you shook your head. “ok, leave it to me, hm? i’ll also go get your heating pad. have you taken anything for the pain?” again, you shook your head. jongho let out an exasperated sigh and looked to the ceiling. “what am i gonna do with you? guess i’ll just have to take care of you.” you knew he was teasing you. jongho would do anything for you and did almost daily. with another kiss to your lips, he reached under you to carefully lift you from the sofa and carry you to your bed.

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etherealdiva · 2 years

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Astro Observations: Solar Returns

Source: Predictive Astrology the eagle and the lark by Bernadette Brady

Aspect Edition: 2022

☀️Neptune- ascendant: changing your personality from how you’re seen from the outside perspective. This happens usually by an unfortunate event or when traveling to escape. Ending the image that you present to the world.

-how it manifested for me: my mom passed away this year and I feel I lost my identity and am just dissolving my upbeat positive personality that everyone saw me as happy go lucky. I feel my humor is darker and I just resonate more with despair and darkness even though in general I’m still a positive person. It’s like life is whooping my ass but I’m still smiling lol.

☀️Neptune- sun: confused about your role in life, wanting to escape and travel.

- how it manifested for me: I feel absolutely lost in life because of everything I’ve lost this year (my full time job as well) and I had identified myself as that role. I’m sometimes conflicted with my role in the astrology world as well. Anything in the esoteric because I feel I’m living a life in the 3D and then another life somewhere else (online actually). I don’t feel I fit in anywhere with people but I can mesh well with others. Also, I’m dying to travel and start a new life. I wanna travel internationally.

☀️Uranus- MC: expect a sudden change in your job/career and your social status. For better or worse.

- how it manifested for me: my company laid me and 109 employees off 🙃 I guess I’m not suppose to be there 😅

☀️Saturn- Uranus: frustrated because achieving your goals is a slow progress.

- how it manifested for me: I’m so impatient cause it feels like everything is so damn slow. I have goals I wanna reach but it feels like I have to work even harder. Normally with my fitness goals I’ve had great luck and maybe it’s because I’m not as strict as I was before. I still think for the most part I look good with my body but I was at my fittest in 2019. I was also frustrated cause I worked hard and I wanted a raise and then we all got laid off so now I gotta start over.

☀️Saturn- moon: feeling of loneliness and wanting to isolate. Feeling like no one supports you.

- how it manifested for me: I moved to another state all by myself. Despite it being a busy and social city, I felt alone and wanting to isolate myself. I felt like I met people but couldn’t make connections 🥲

☀️Saturn- ascendant: being seen as more responsible and mature. Being as an authority.

- How it manifested for me: despite my Leo rising mannerisms and how I get along very well the youngins, I feel my piscean old soul def came out more. Also much more responsible especially since I lived on my own.

☀️Uranus- moon: events occurring so fast that you don’t have time to process them or react. Being free of your emotions.

- How it manifested for me: so much happened this year that I don’t think I processed my moms death, losing my job, being dumped and also moving away. I know it happened but like I think I reacted for a bit and then moved on to distract. I’m in therapy which is nice but yeah. Also could be that my moon is in Taurus in the 12th house so I feel much more emotionally stable but also repressed cause I still don’t believe it or I do but I’m like idk…it happened?? Weird?? I’m dreaming right?

☀️Uranus- sun: wanting to be free and re-classify yourself

- how it manifested for me: literally moved away because I felt trapped at home. I was more open about my love for astrology in my new city than I am in my hometown.

☀️Neptune- North Node: finding your spiritual path and a group/your “tribe” that’s in the category of the healing arts and esoteric. Diving into the metaphysical which pushes forward the person into a new life direction

- how it manifested for me: met you all in the Astro tumblr community 🥹🥺❤️ also dug deeper into astrology! I’ve studied it since 2018 but I went 💯 on it this gear. I also have a 9th house stellium in Aquarius in my SR.

☀️Pluto-Venus: intense fated connection with an intimate relationship or an emotional ending of one.

Note: Pluto represents mother figures and family members and people connected with death & dying.

- how it manifested for me: I did meet a man and he has a Gemini rising and Taurus moon in the 12th in his natal. My SR is Gemini rising and Taurus moon in the 12th. He impacted me greatly and how I viewed men. He was great and I’m grateful for him 💛

2021: significant events

☀️Neptune- Venus: illusions in romantic relationships. Love life could be wonderful or will leave you to deal with the harsh truth after it’s ended. Could possibly be conned.

- how it manifested for me: met a guy who is an Aquarius rising (my ascendant sign was Aquarius that year also) and when we dated I felt happy when being with him. But he ghosted (then he came back again and ghosted again) and I had to face the harsh reality of that. I’m sadly still recovering but I’ve made a lot of healing progress! I just know better now.

☀️Uranus- ascendant: changes to a persons life such as name and physical body. A huge drive for change/freedom.

- how it manifested for me: I got cosmetic surgery 😅 but I love it 🥰

I love astrology 💛 enjoy!

#astrology #astrology tumblr #astrology notes #astro community #zodiac #astrology observations #astrology101 #astro #astrologer #solar return #solar return placements #aspects in astrology #astrological aspects

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slutforsilverfoxes · 2 years

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The Commander and I

A/N: Do y’all put yourself in the Five-0-verse at night before falling asleep or are you normal? 🙃 This is a purely selfish lil dream that’s been stuck in my head which originally started as a drabble but I thought would be cuter as dialogue. Hope you enjoy 🥰

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“Lieutenant Commander, this is Lieutenant Wifey requesting permission to enter your office. Over.”

Steve looks up from his desk with a grin to see your nose pressed against his glass door, shaking his head at your silliness before beckoning you over to him. You’re by his side within seconds flat, crawling into his lap and curling up like a cat as his arms come to settle across your body.

“Hi handsome,” you purr, leaning up to peck his lips before snuggling into the warmth of his chest. “Missed you all day.”

“I missed you, pumpkin,” he echoes, cheek resting against the crown of your head. Your index finger absentmindedly traces over the bit of his tattoo peeking out from the hem of his shirt, and you can physically feel him relaxing from your touch. “What’d you do today?”

“Finished up my medical notes for the week, read a bit of my book,” you shrug. “Thought about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you answer with a smile, rubbing the fabric of his soft tee between your fingers. “Sometimes I wake up before you in the morning and just look at you and think about how beautiful you are. But not in a stalker way, in a ‘I’m your wife and I’m obsessed with you’ kinda way, y’know?”

A laugh rumbles from deep in his chest, the sound floating over your body and instantly sending a rush of warmth through you. “Trust me, honey, the feeling is mutual,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

You sit up in his lap, pressing your hands against his muscular shoulders and growing serious. “No, bubba, you don’t understand. I mean, yeah, your personality and sense of humor and all that- ten out of ten- but Steven.” He raises an eyebrow at your use of his full name. “You are literally the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. We’ve been married for almost five years now and I’m still crushing on you like a middle school girl. I need Steve-aholics Anonymous!”

“C’mon babe,” he chuckles, tucking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulling you forward for a kiss. “You only think that because you love me. I’m already going gray,” he mumbles, reflexively scratching at the salt and pepper patch on his chin.

“How very dare you,” you huff indignantly, annoyed that he just doesn’t get it. “This,” you replace his fingers with your own, running your nails along the gray dotting his scruff, “is so fucking sexy. Reminds me that I managed to snag an older, more experienced man who knows how to love me right.”

“Is that so?” he challenges, letting his hands come to rest on your waist as you turn to straddle his lap.

“And,” you press your mouth against his, drawing his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging gently before pulling back, “I love when you wear these tight shirts to work so your tattoos are just barely visible. God, Steve, when your arms flex or that little muscle in your neck works as you’re barking out orders I just-” You trail off, an involuntary shiver running up your spine at the thought.

A faint blush dots his cheeks and you scrunch up your nose at the adorable sight. To the rest of the world, he’s cocky, arrogant, headstrong, a serial rule-bender (some would say breaker) who knows how to always get his way. But with you, he’s vulnerable, open, even shy at times, and lately you can tell that he’s been feeling less than stellar about getting older. You’ll take any and every opportunity to hype up your man and make him see what you do. “Don’t even get me started on you in your dress whites, Commander,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, licking a stripe up the side of his neck and grinning as he shivers under your touch.

“What happens if I get you started?” he asks with the ghost of a smirk flitting across his handsome features.

“Then you have to listen to me talk about how sinfully good you look in uniform. All I’m saying is I’d let you board my ship any time, if y’know what I mean.”

“Y/N!”

You hold your hands up defensively, “What? It’s true! It’s the best of both worlds, cause damn do you clean up nice, but then underneath you’re all muscly and chiseled and you’ve got these tats that wrap around these gorgeously thick biceps in the most perfect way.” You try to illustrate by wrapping your hand around said muscle, marveling at the fact that your fingers are unable to touch.

“Y/N…” he chuckles softly, averting his gaze from you and shaking his head in embarrassment.

“And I love,” you trudge on, taking his hands from where they’re kneading your curves to kiss the tips of each of his fingers, “these beautiful, strong hands that can beat a man to within an inch of his life-”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Yes. Now don’t interrupt,” you bite down on his finger before continuing. “As I was saying, they can… do some damage, but they also daintily squeeze a little lemon slice into your water every time we’re out to eat.”

“Is it cliche to say my heart feels like it’s going to burst right now?” he asks, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you mine.”

“Better believe you’re stuck with me, McGarrett,” you grin, sinking to your knees between his desk and him. Sliding his shirt up his torso, you kiss each new bit of exposed skin as it’s revealed to you, his head falling back against his office chair with a sigh. “I love every inch of you and I’m gonna show you just how mu-”

You’re interrupted by a frantic banging on the office door, and you can see a shock of blonde over Steve’s desk. “Glass. Visible. Trauma. Thank you.”

You slap your hand over your mouth, laughter bubbling between your fingers accompanied by a muffled, “Sorry, Danny!”

Letting his shirt fall back down as he stands, Steve offers you a hand to help you up before pulling you against his chest and kissing you soundly. “C’mon, Mrs. McGarrett,” he smiles against your lips, “let me take you home and show you how much you’re loved.”

#steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett x y/n #steve mcgarrett x you #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 imagine #your honor you don't understand #i love this man so much #fluff

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twinkodium · 7 months

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ooo you noticed 🥺 i changed it bcs i wanted something new, but i couldn’t find a good pic to use and i was stressed to i just picked this one…. it’s cute and i love it but i used it before so it’s not new 🤣 a n y w a y

yeah like i don’t really have something against him but stats are stats… that’s exactly what i mean, one experienced one with one youngster is a good combo. the only reasons i’m a little unsure of mclaren’s lineup is that one (like, lando is experienced ofc but in my eyes he’s still young!) and the fact that they seem to have very little rivalry… like of course i adoooreeee their relationship, they’re the cutest duo ever and i love their friendship, and obviously we have no idea what their relationship actually looks like off the cameras, but i think rivalry is always important. idk it’s just something i think is a part of all sports, wanting to be quicker/stronger/better because you need to beat your rival (or your teammate on the same position as you in a team sport) is usually better than just the general “i wanna be good i guess”. but other than that, it’s perfect!! love the mctwinks!!!! and yes too many juniors, too few seats. thinking about that british/swedish 07 rbj, how’s he ever gonna get a seat when there are 6393 drivers in f2/f3 in front of him 😭

I haven’t scrolled through your acc since last night bcs i woke up right before quali, then napped right after it, and then ive been working 😶 gonna love just sitting back to relax and look through it soon 🥰🥰 i did however see a liam streaming pic or gif or something (or was that last night?…) and im thankful for the warning but my heart had already exploded 😔

how much do you reckon i have to pay mclaren to just send me a pic? maybe if i bribe them? or should i kidnap someone? bcs im soon gonna go crazy if i don’t get the pics. cant wait until he’s in another team in 2027 until i get shirtless content 😤

and god yes the mclaren vids these last days… the japanese is so cute 🥺 and the origami was such amazing hand content!! also i used to do origami like 24/7 when i was younger so i felt connected to him 🤭

I faintly remember you had this picture before, so I thought I was mistaken but something felt different 🤭 maybe an oscar related pic tho? 🤔 having at least two blogs with Oscar’s name and neither of the pfps are him 😂

The best option tbh, but usually it’s not how it is in f1… don’t even talk about rivalry, my god! Monza already left me in tears and nothing big happened just a little tap 😭 according to Zak their relationship is professional, they don’t hang out much, Lando has his own circle of friends, Oscar too. But I feel they’re getting close as the season goes on. They have rivalry tho, both of them talks about having a strong teammate is important and how they want to beat each other. So it’s there but they also need to focus on the team as well. If there is too much tension it’ll hold back the team moving forward and them being on good terms and respecting each other helped the team improving this much compared to the season opener. Plus not like other drivers they’re able to separate their feelings and personalities when they’re on and off track. I adore that! Some drivers are way too salty off track you gotta move on, whatever happened, happened it’s not end of the world. They’re holding grudge like teenager schoolgirls 🙃 I love that Lando and Oscar aren’t like that. It meant a lot to me and also I’m sure the team appreciates it too. Plus it’s how it always was with Oscar over his career. Very little rivalry, pushing each other with teammates but mutual respect off track too.

Juniors don’t have an easy task to get any seat… we likely don’t have any rookies on the field next year. It’s right and will be a mess in a few years… 😐

My sleeping schedule is so fucked I’m unable to keep my eyes open… went to bed around 2:30, woke up to watch fp3 at 4:30, took a nap before quali. I felt energised to take another nap before dtm so I was almost half asleep when I watched the race 😭 it was a disaster anyways… and then I was fully out of it, so went to sleep. Expected to take an hour nap but ended up sleeping for 3-4 hours😂 oh my, I’ve reblogged loads of shit 😂 good luck 🥰🥰 nooo, I put another steamer Liam on dash this morning 🤭 but left a warning 🤭 probs still did no difference but hey I tried 🫣

Millions 😭 they won’t release any footage they’re gatekeeping the baby ☹️ I also want to steal Lando’s camera because I’m sure he has pics on it that would worth the money 👀 omg imagine 😭😭😭 McLaren surely have to come up with a challenge video that will require them to be shirtless 🫣

Mclaren admin is feeding us lately 😩 I’m over the moon 🥰🥰🥰 I had no clue he speaks/knows Japanese, only knew he could ask for my number… I revise Japanese numbers quickly so I’m prepared when the question comes up 🤭🤭 both the Japanese and origami video was full with hand content 😩 I was staring so bad 🙃 I tried it when I was younger too but wasn’t for me 😂😂

THE THIGHS 🫠🫠🫠😩 and his hands tooo 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Plus his side profile is so cute… why so pretty??? 😩😩

ALSO!!! Did you know that he has moles on BOTH of his ring fingers? I noticed the one on his left hand, it’s more visible but he has one on the other hand too😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 dunno what to do with this info 😩😩😩

#wow this ended up being a novel again #good luck reading this through 😭😭#I’m sorry but I can’t stop rambling 🙃#asks #Jackie 🧡#daily discussing with Jackie about Oscar 🥰

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highladyluck · 8 months

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Season 2, Episode 3 Liveblog

Teaser:

YES WE HAVE A DRAWL I REPEAT WE HAVE A DRAWL 🚨🚨🚨🪲🤠🚨🚨🚨

FANCY RED COAT RAND is here to steal your wine

My jaw DROPPED at Mat’s glow-up 😍🤩😘 I cannot WAIT for this man to be forcibly extracted from his bathrobe

Loved the Arches & ceremony, some word-for-word quotes there.

First real big surprise is Natti as Wisdom- I would not have thought she had the social standing for that, but otoh possibly the other options died? And it actually seems kind of plausible that she could even be taught to channel if you consider book canon (given Bode and Eldrin), though I don’t think that’s required.

Ooooooh ok I see why they picked Natti- they needed someone to twist the emotional knife in real good 🙃 Also you can see where Mat gets his moral core from, here- there’s a job and someone has to do it. But the jobs no one else wants/can do tend to SUCK, no wonder he tries to avoid them.

(Book Mat gets his values from his dad, but I think there’s probably a lot he got from Natti that he feels on an unconscious level/doesn’t talk about because it’s not at the level of talking, it’s at the level of doing. Relatedly, I keep thinking about a theory I heard that book Natti was a functional alcoholic; someone said that how early book Mat responds to sickness & interpersonal conflict reminds them of adult kids of alcoholics.)

I’m looking forward to the last ring >:)

HUH

I wonder if she had to gentle/kill Lan in there?

Still Peak Nyneave, honestly

OH MAN FAKEOUT YESSSSSSSSS we are getting the canon test!?

Incidentally I like that branded water jug

Where is Suroth getting her lip color? I like it

Oh that’s creepy, incredible horror movie move with the pointing

YES WE HAVE A DRAWL I REPEAT WE HAVE A DRAWL 🚨🚨🚨🪲🤠🚨🚨

The Voice sounds like the South Carolinan delegate (main villain) in the women & minority genders version of 1776 I saw recently. Incidentally, RJ lived in South Carolina.

Female soldier, check

Asymmetric haircut, check

Oh Uno, you are a good man

WOW … but actually that was exactly as dehumanizing and brutal as I would expect

May the last embrace of the mother welcome you home, Uno.

Perrin is gonna do a murder- oh I guess not

Lol Logain has Rand pegged

Hahaha the other fakeout is paying off now too (Logain looking at Mat and Rand in Tar Valon)

Oooh more book quotes!

Miss “I know everything” Selene

The Queen of Cairhein?!?

Glow-up! Glow-up!

Oooooof :(

Liandrin respected someone?

Mat is gonna have SUCH a complex after this, but otoh he’s probably heard worse from his mom

Mat wants to matter T_T

PEAK EGWENE

FANCY RED COAT RAND is here to steal your wine

I love Rand setting the letters on fire

Oooooooh class warfare, Rand is so offended

Wow, Rand is wasting no time

I love Rand being taught by Logain actually

Oh that is a DEEP CUT into WoT lore (pun intended), we know from Origins of the Wheel of Time that RJ was originally intending ‘gentling’ to involve actual castration

Rand are you sure you want to say that?

Oh interesting, does everyone hear LTT? Or just voices?

YAY reunion??? Oh, Mat. :(

Yeah Mat is scared out of his mind

Time for an interview with Ishmael! This reminds me of Mat’s first POV in book 3 actually, at least superficially, but it’s more like the dream meetings

Well done wolves!

So many cages and traps in this ep :D

Ooooof that betrayal’s gonna hurt later

Ooooh maybe we do not want to piss off Selene?

Oh good job setting the Foregate on fire, hero (inn fires 4 lyfe)

Ooooooh yeah Egwene would try to bring Nyneave back

Elayne, a rule follower? Well, when it comes to thinking she knows best, she would be a rule enforcer.

Nyneavelet is very cute

My jaw DROPPED at Mat’s glow-up 😍🤩😘 I cannot WAIT for this man to be forcibly extracted from his bathrobe

Awwww Mat can pay off all his debts in Nyneave’s fantasy world 😭

Ah I see Nyneave’s fantasy world is real enough that it involves visits from the main plot conflict 🧐

“What’s that” is Mommy’s rage-triggered ticket home, sweetie

Oooooooof.

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime s2e1 #some comparison of book stuff here but I think I am being vague enough for this to be safe for show-onlies

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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Hii spooky spooks 👻 just wanted to say I'm really looking forward to diving into ur fics again cus I recently went thru a complex breakup 🙃

Complex b/c before we dated (for only a month), he was actually my wingman for my REAL crush of many months - who is a LOT LIKE LEON 👀 in looks and personality, manly AF (sigma boi lol). We all used to work together up until 2 months ago. After I recently broke up with the "wingman" bf, I realized that he probably manipulated more than wingman-ed for all those months previously.

I always got mixed signals from my real crush - & when me & wingman bf dated, he shared how he was always envious/resentful of Leon sigma boi for years 😅 & how he was actually always MAD when i would ask him advice or about Leon sigma boi...even tho he offered to be my wingman in the first place 😀🙃 It seems fuckin wingman bf has always been jealous and obsessive over me even before we dated.

Wingman bf would always paint Leon sigma boi as arrogant and curt, but he was a literal sweetheart to me, offering me his own shoes to wear at his 4th of July BBQ cus he thought my heels hurt 🥺 he also kept calling me a very classy girl that night & treating me like a princess, hand-feeding me too🤭 It was the first night we hung out & I wasn't his coworker anymore. (He has a rule to never date coworkers I ofc got excited and immediately told the wingman, and what do uk, a week later sigma boi is icy cold. And wingman tells me "Oh yeah sorry, he doesn't even like being in the same room as you and thinks ur unattractive. Anyway I'll be ur shoulder to cry on"

So YEAH your writings will deffo make me feel better 🩷💕 as I try to see how tf I can bring to light to my real crush that he might've been fed lies about me to keep us apart.

Oh my gosh 😭 I hate that that guy was such a shithead and tricked you into dating him basically (and then didn’t even fucking cherish you??!! Ugh 🤬🤬)

I hope someone spills hot coffee right on his dick. What a loser 😒

I’m glad my fics make you feel better ❤️‍🩹 🥺 I’m sending you big hugs and smooches!! 😘

#ask box #ifindyourlipssokissable #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #💜

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great news for me, only: I’m thinking about my silly little au again 🙃

once again. I’m threatening everyone to not look at this I stg 🔫

The first time Sunny met Cog would have been, if she’d been in the mood to care, concerning. She’d been standing in front of their swanky apartment, popping a tiny chocolate cupcake into her mouth, when the kid had come around the corner hauling a grocery cart that had to be twice her weight. They’d exchanged greetings, Sunny’d choked on the cupcake, Cog’d given her a Yoo Hoo (and who’d known they were selling milk in chocolate form, now??), walked her back to the elevators, and they’d both waved as Sunny’d hightailed it away.

For a brief moment, Sunny’d been hit by the desire to take Cog home with her. To hand her off to The Dads and let them wipe away the kid’s resigned aura. But it wasn’t her job to save little girls who didn’t ask or pay for it, so instead she just drank her Yoo Hoo.

The second time Sunny met Cog was unabashedly delightful. It was two days later, head still occasionally pounding from where the blue-faced idiot had bashed her, when she found herself face-to-face with the girl across a sticky cafe table.

They were at an ice skating rink: Sunny was pretty sure, based on the streamers and the excited-child screams, that it was someone’s birthday. Nilos was being a fuckin square about taking her job, though honestly she hadn’t even really thought he’d talk to her at all (the four hundred bucks she’d handed him was probably doing a lot of the work, to be fair), and she was starting to get pissed. Frankly, Cog slamming her hands on his shoulders and shouting “Boo!” in his ear had saved him from having to get early dentures.

Sunny was leaning back, enjoying the way Nilos flushed in embarrassment at his daughter’s slips of the tongue, when the kid turned to her. There was a beat where Cog’s eyes narrowed, flicked to Nilos, then back to Sunny. There was a beat where Sunny prepared to fight what appeared to be a pre-teen. “You’re the chick who beat up my dad!” Chick? The words were accusatory, which was fair, and Sunny was opening her mouth to respond when Cog’s face furrowed into annoyance. “And you took one of my Yoo Hoos.”

It was Sunny’s turn to look to Nilos; he looked particularly self-satisfied, like it was normal to let his daughter deal with clients he didn’t want. She rolled her eyes. “I remember you giving me a Yoo Hoo. But, yeah. Business, you know?” The accompanying shrug didn’t bother to be apologetic, just explanatory.

“Huh,” Cog looked thoughtful, leaning both her elbows onto the table and settling her head onto her fists. “So, you beat people up for money?”

“Sad, isn’t it?” Nilos’ interruption was muffled by the click of him lighting up a cigarette. Sunny squinted at him and then turned back to Cog with a grin:

“Yep. You wanna learn?”

“No,” The girl seemed to roll the word around in her mouth like a candy, thinking it over, then leaned toward Sunny. Her eyes twinkled. “So, how much would it be to beat up my friend, Millie?”

What?

“What?” This time, Nilos’ outburst wasn’t muffled, and he pushed his plate of chocolate pie over to her. “Here, look. Have some pie. Shut up.”

Delightful. Sunny’s face lit up at the two: Nilos deserved this, and Cog was just charming. She leaned forward to meet the kid, shoulder blades popping as she hunched to get level. “How much you got?”

“Thirty bucks?” Out of the corner of her eye Sunny could see Nilos trying to make a slashing motion at his throat, though it was impeded by the thick cast on his arm. She wrinkled her face, as though thinking over the offer. “But,” Cog’s eyes got big and pleading, and Sunny had to squash the urge to laugh and just agree. “It would be really easy! She’s tall, but twiggy. And really annoying. Please?”

“Well-“ Sunny’s response was cut off by Nilos dropping his cast-covered hand, complete with cigarette, between them. She flicked her eyes up to find him glowering:

“This conversation is over.”

Sunny’s eyes rolled, then creased in amusement as she saw Cog do the same. She leaned back, plucking the cigarette from Nilos’ hand as she did, and took a drag. Ew. “Come on, Bandit, we were just talking.” Another drag, watching his eyes narrow in annoyance. Good. She held up the cigarette, considering it for a moment, then leaned over and stuck it casually back in between his lips. “Whatever you’re paying for those, you shouldn’t. Fuckin disgusting.”

He glared at her, looked to Cog, and then back to her. Cog’s face, an equal mix between annoyance and something that looked almost like pride, must have meant something to him. “If I take your money, will you leave us alone?”

“Dad,” Cog sounded exasperated, even as she stuck a bit of the pie into her mouth. Her next words were muffled. “Quiet part loud. Just say you’ll take the case.”

He rolled his eyes fondly toward her, then scooped the money off the table with a glare. “Yeah, Ray, I’ll find your girl.”

“Great.” She did mean it, even if all she could muster for her tone was a vague annoyance. Sunny stuck out her hand toward Nilos, eyebrows furrowing as he ignored it in favor making sure all four hundred was present. Cog, eyes once again rolling, leaned across her father and took Sunny’s hand to shake; she yelped as Sunny grasped her hand and winked. “And don’t worry, Cog, thirty’s enough to handle your friend.”

Nilos’ answering squawked “Ray!”, and the way Cog’s face crinkled with laughter, had Sunny leaning back with the out-of-place sensation of a job well done. She grinned. This job would be fun.

#sunny/nilos the nice guys (2016) au #I’m not kidding I’m UNWELL about both them and this au #i have so many thoughts #eugh #anyway DONT look at this it’s just for me

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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I swear your writing is tremendously good. Like your stories have truly been the best I’ve ever read to the point where I’m relishing in the works you’ve so kindly shared with us so far as well as always craving and looking forward for more to read (and I mean this as a compliment, not as a form of any kind of pressure, and I apologize if that’s how it comes off! ♥️)

If it’s okay, then can I please request a Charles fic where pregnant!reader attends Charles’ home race to offer her husband some much needed additional support since he’s been feeling pretty down lately with how the races have been going for him and his team (fuck you Ferrari 🙃). And this race in particular he’s feeling extra stressed and as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders because he doesn’t want to disappoint all of his fans and family who came out just for him. Which is exactly why reader doesn’t tell him that she’s been feeling really sick all morning; she doesn’t want to worry him or further contribute to his stress, especially when his frustrations are already getting to him. But during the race, it finally gets to reader. The heat, the tension, all of the exhilarating hype of a F1 race, and the fact that she was already feeling unwell… it gets to her and she totally passes out and is rushed to the hospital. And you can (of course only if you choose to write this) choose whether Charles is told about it during the race or his team waits until after to tell him. But yeah, when he does finally find out… oof. And basically reader is having complications and there’s just a ton of angst angst angst lol. But please let there be a happy ending for reader, Charles, and their newborn baby! ❤️‍🩹

I hope this ask was okay! Thank you!

Posted part 1 and part 2 for this! Thank you so much for the request, love! 🫶🏻🩷

#·˚ ◌༘͙[anon] ! ˊ #·˚ ◌༘͙[request] ! ˊ

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ladykailolu · 11 months

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Now that you’ve finished part 3

I have a funny story to tell you! :3

So we all know Diego and Mia fucked right?

I mean they both fine as hell so if they didn’t explore each others’ bodies that’s a criminal shame.

So they fuck right, and then our girl Mia is gonna do her trial for old Terry Fawless,

but then Uh Oh Spaghettios! Diego is dead (or in a coma)

so of course, dealing with a serial killer who put your boyfriend down and having to deal with some idiotic love struck brat who think the serial killer loves him

Is the best time to find out you are pregnant with your comatose boyfriend’s child! 🙃🥳

So yeah, just an extra layer of fun to the whole debacle

But when all is said I’m done, and she now has her pitiful man child assistant that she’s adopted

She thinks, on one hand, being a single mother is difficult, cause it’s not like her bitchy aunt will do anything other than mock her, arguing that at at least she got married to her boytoys before getting knocked up like an idiot

and this is California so I should be able to get an abortion.

But on the other, This could potentially be all I’ll ever have left of Diego, and I already have to deal with this man child at my lawyer job which no doubt pays enough for me to care for it

So…

Flash forward some amount of months and

Say hello to Marigold Fey!

Assistant Feenie makes for a nice babysitter while mommy Mia works, and Mia Fey makes for a great mommy! For 3 years that is… till… you know what happened

Poor 3 year old Marigold is sent to live with old Morgan and Pearly for a while

And Pearl and Marigold develop a sister like relationship

But of course when that does to shit because of Morgan’s murder plot, Both Pearl and Marigold are just saddled with Nick and Maya

But then guess who decides to be alive again, that’s right, the man, the myth, the father himself, Diego Godot

Whom of course knows nothing about Marigold or any of that,

In fact for a while no one does cause everyone shares one brain cell, and since We don’t even know Godot is Diego yet, we have no way to connect the two (other than same skin tone [which for ace attorney is noteworthy as only a handful of characters have tan skin])

All Godot knows is that Marigold always refers to Pearl as her sister, so that bitchy aunt of Mia’s must’ve had another kid :/

And all Marigold knows is this white haired jerk is being mean to “Uncle Phoenix”

At one point, 6 year old Marigold even gets pissy at Godot and chews him out for being a jerk to him when “He’s a good guy!“ “He saved auntie Maya!” “And he was my mommy’s friend” “Stop being a bad guy!” “Mommy didn’t like bad guys”

It’s not until late game where Marigold starts to talk more about Mommy and we figure out who Godot is that we can start connecting the dots.

But none of that really matter because soon after everyone finds out the plot twist, Uh Oh, Godot is going to jail for murder

Sorry Marigold, no father for you, but you’ve still got Maya, who you can be with now that she’s a big girl and soon to be Master

So yeah, nothing like more bastard kids right? Now he and Gyro have something in common

Here are some pictures of old Marigold

Let's see...

We could rearrange the timeline here to make it plausible, such that Mia already had her baby shortly before her 2nd trial and right right back to work because those bills aren't gonna pay themselves. So, she got knocked up right before Diego got poisoned, but at the time, she didn't know that she was pregnant. She found out when he was already in a coma, which looked like it may not end anytime soon. And Feenie didn't know she even had a kid until he was hired, and she mentioned Marigold at one point.

That becomes the newest scandal in the Fey family, and ofc Morgan is quick to jump on Mia's back about it. But Mia is a strong woman, and needs to be strong for her daughter, so she carries on. Until she passes away.

Unlike Maya, Marigold does not fall under Feenie's guardianship and instead goes to live with Morgan, which I thought would be a very odd move. I figured that Morgan would resent Marigold, as she's another descendant of the Master to be rid of. Yet, Marigold lives under her roof! Would Marigold have spiritual powers? Mia wasn't a practicing spirit channeler, but she still had Fey blood, and the spirit channeling power runs through the Fey blood in their women. I figured that Mia would have that ability to channel spirits, but without the proper training, she can't actually channel any spirits. Marigold would have that same power, and living at the Kurain school with Morgan and Pearl, it's likely that Marigold would have an opportunity to train to be a channeler.

...Unless, Morgan wanted to stop the Master's bloodline entirely and ensure that Marigold could never be the new Master (if something happened to Maya). So, she forbid Marigold from learning the channeling arts and instead had her be a nun/servant of sorts, similar to Iris. Seeing as they're very close in age, Pearl and Marigold would probably get along swimmingly! At least Marigold has a friend near her age to confide in (kinda like Maggie and Sadie-Mae).

Bruh, imagine Marigold running up to Godot and hitting him with her fists because he's being mean and rude to Uncle Feenie, but it accomplishes nothing because she's this smol little girl lol (it's actually kind of cute)

But since Marigold referred to her mom in the past tense, and referred to Maya as "auntie" instead of "mystic", couldn't people put two and two together then? "Oh? 'Auntie Maya??' Then that means Mia had a kid? But with whom? She had been with only one guy...."

I imagine that Godot is already in jail when Feenie, Marigold, and everyone find out about Marigold's parents. And at this point, Marigold is somber and says that she wants to talk with Godot at the jail. Feenie asks if she's sure about that, and she's resolute.

Can you imagine? First finding out that you have a child with your dead girlfriend...while you're in jail? And that your kid was born while you were napping, in-between life and death? Even now, Marigold won't have a father, and even if she visits Godot when the prison allows, it's not gonna be a normal relationship between father and daughter. It's almost like a relationship between two strangers.

Even so, Marigold isn't alone because she's got her Auntie Maya, her Uncle Feenie, her cousin/sister Pearl, etc, etc. Unlike some of Gyro's bastard daughters (i.e. Paxe, Sadie-Mae), Marigold has a family around her, and she grows up to be a functional, happy adult.

Hahaha, but this also means that Godot can't be too hard on Gyro for neglecting to taking care of his kids. I feel like Godot would make an effort to take care of Marigold, however he can while in prison or on house arrest, in Mia's memory at the very least.

Ok, but...how particularly messed up would it be if Marigold resembled Mia more, and Godot could recognize that everytime he looked at Marigold's face?

#Godot #godot ace attorney #prosecutor godot #marigold fey #ace attorney #ace attorney oc #oc #not my oc #oreocookiezzz #asks #lady k answers

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YAY, congrats on the follower milestone, beautiful Kay!!! 💕🥰

For the word prompt + ship, how about Coffee + Stucky? (you know, two things I really need at all times)

Ilysm honey!!!!! Sending millions of hugs and all the love I have stored in my (unfortunately boring brown) hair your way ❤️✨🌸

Aaaaa thank you honeybee, you’re the sweetest!! 🥰💕🐝 (And shush now, your hair is luscious and gorgeous! And so’s the rest of you, obvs! ✨)

Okay, so this turned into a sort of prequel to Young Adult Friction? Also, I wrote this on about 4 hours of sleep and — you guessed it — a frickload of coffee, so, make of that what you will. 🙃 ILYSM! 💖💖💖 Stucky + coffee, Teen, 0.7k

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“Motherfucker.” Steve hits the side of the coffee machine, exasperated and caffeine deprived.

“That doesn’t actually work, you know,” a voice behind him says, startling him.

“It ate my quarters,“ Steve mutters, rubbing his thumb over the heel of his hand. “For the third time this week.”

He turns around, and sees a vaguely familiar looking boy with a skateboard tucked under his arm, his shoulder length hair shoved under a cap.

“Well, then you should already know punching it gets you nowhere.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m guessing you have a better solution, then?”

“As a matter of fact I do.” The boy slides his board onto the floor and pulls out a pocket knife, flipping it open in a way that makes Steve’s mouth go a little dry.

Oh. Okay then.

“You just walk around with that thing, huh?” he asks, watching as the boy crouches down in front of the machine, his head tilted to the side.

“It’s for cutting grip tape,” he explains, sliding the blade carefully into the coin slot and wiggling it around.

Steve doesn’t know what that means, and he’s definitely not going to ask. There’s the sound of dropping coins, and the machine whirs into life.

The boy looks up with the slightest hint of a smile, his gray eyes big and bright. “Here comes your battery acid.”

“Oh, wow.” Steve blinks. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” The boy gets up, folding the knife back into his pocket. “You should stop drinking this stuff, though. It’ll eat right through your stomach.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You’re telling me to stop drinking coffee?”

“I’m telling you to stop drinking this coffee.”

Steve huffs out a breath. “Yeah, thanks, but sadly this is the only thing that gets me through the day, ulcer in the making or not.”

“Suit yourself.” He gives Steve a one-shouldered shrug and snatches up his board. “But there’s actually a decent coffee maker in the student lounge at Wallis Hall, in case you’re ever in need of a pick me up that doesn’t make you wanna die.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Steve says, turning to grab his coffee and taking a sip.

Yeah, it sure is terrible.

“Hey, I didn’t catch your—“ he begins, looking over his shoulder, but the boy has disappeared down the hall.

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The next week Steve is lying sprawled on a bench, his sweatshirt thrown over his face to shield his eyes from the sun.

There’s the unmistakable sound of wheels rolling along the pavement. He opens his eyes.

A voice calls out, “Hey, Jamie!”

Steve pulls the garment off his head, blinking against the sudden brightness.

It’s the boy from the coffee machine, screeching to a halt between Steve and some douchebag junior who’s sitting on the lawn on the other side of the quad.

“My name’s not Jamie.” He’s got one foot on his board, the other on the ground.

“Sure, Jamie.” The douchebag shrugs. “You on your way to play some Dungeons and Dragons?”

The boy scowls and kicks the skateboard up into his hands. “Do I fucking look like I play D&D?”

The douchebag stands up, crushing a soda can in his hand. “Well, what if I’m sayin’ you do?”

The boy just squares his shoulders, his chin jutting out.

Steve gets up, too, taking a couple of steps forward. “Hey, man. Cut it out.”

The douchebag looks at Steve, then at the boy, and back at Steve. “Whatever,” he scoffs, turning to leave.

“Fuckmook,” the boy mutters under his breath, running a hand through his long fringe.

“Dude, I’m so sorry, I—“

“The fuck was that?” The boy flips around to face Steve, his eyes flashing.

Steve stares, aghast. “What?”

“Look, dude, I’m sure you’ve got the whole shining knight thing down to a tee, but I don’t actually need your help, I can get by on my own just fine.” He drops his board on the ground with a clatter.

“I didn’t—“ Steve tries, but the boy is already rolling away.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

(Steve doesn’t know it yet, but eight months from now he’s going to walk into the campus library looking for a Vonnegut book, and ends up finding something else entirely.)

#minnie baby i love you so 💖💖💖#kay’s follower celebration #writing prompt requests #stucky #stucky college au #stucky fic

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