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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 2 months

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hiii babes! i am OBSESSED with your writing!!! can i request a lando fic where reader is more chubby than average and is insecure about herself and her rolls and everything that comes with being mid size, and lando comforts her?? do whatever you want afterwards 🫶🏻

Not Like Everyone Else - LN

It's hard to believe Lando even when he does everything to show her how beautiful he believes she is. Intentionally or not, she's not actually sure. She's fairly certain Lando knows about her insecurities but his reassurance to her is nothing about that, it's purely motivated by his love for her.

But that doesn't change her insecurities at her core.

"Hello beautiful." Lando grins as he returns back from his workout ahead of the pre-season testing.

"Hi." Y/n smiles lightly as he places a routine kiss on her cheek in greeting. "You know, you could've woken me up to come with you."

"You don't need to work out. It's one of your non-F1 driver privileges." Lando jokes as he jumps up to sit on the counter and steals a bit of her pancake though he seems to notice her expression and frown. "What?"

"I didn't say anything." Y/n shrugs making him sigh and look at her for a moment. "I've just been thinking I could do with losing some weight."

"Have you suddenly gained a lot of weight? It's probably muscle you know?" Lando questions seeing that as the only reason as to why she'd think about it.

"No and even if I had, that would definitely not be the case." Y/n mutters then looking at him and managing a smile that does not earn one back but she speaks regardless. "It means more time with you too."

"Baby, what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on."

"Why do you want to lose weight? What's wrong with your weight?"

There's something that crawls under her skin with the fact he's really asking what's wrong with her weight and she can't help the words that spill out her mouth.

"What's wrong with my weight? Lando, look at me." Y/n stresses almost with a humourless laugh.

"I am looking at you and I don't see anything wrong. What do you see that's so wrong?" Lando states in a stern tone, clearly not understanding especially when it's came on so suddenly and out of nowhere for him.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" Y/n almost whispers blinking quickly which makes Lando's stomach drop as if a bowling ball just landed in it. "I'm fat, Lando and I hate it. And you can pretend you don't see it, but...I know what the girls looked like before me and they didn't have-have a stomach that ruins every outfit or stretch marks that they had to strategically find anyway to hide or fat rolls that are constantly making them feel sick just knowing they're there. So I'm sorry, if I see something wrong with that and I might want to lose weight."

Fat hot tears have made fast work at escaping her eyes and leaving water spots on her top because even trying to wipe at them, she's not moving fasting enough.

"I know you're going to say something like you think I'm beautiful or you don't care-"

"Y/n." Lando cuts in not wanting to hear her rip into herself. Not being able to bear hearing it. "I didn't know you felt like that and I'm not going to try and pretend to understand how you feel. But you're right, I do think you're beautiful and honestly when I first met you, maybe I was thinking with my dick because I wanted to do was take of your clothes and have sex."

Y/n can't even stop the laugh at the turn of atmosphere from that last comment alone.

"Do you know what happened with all those other girls?" Lando questions making her sigh and look at him, silently awaiting the answer. "the relationships ended after what? A month, maybe a few months? The longest one lasted a year and even then I'd been trying to figure out a way to end it months before we finally called it quits."

"We've not even been dating a year." Y/n mumbles crossing her arms a little.

"And every day I managed to fall harder and more in love with you. I've never been as in love with someone, physically and emotionally, as I am with you." Lando states then sighing. "I love you, y/n. Every inch of you, inside and out. If you really want to lose weight then...I'll not fight you about it but I want you to do it for the right reasons. Not because you're comparing yourself to other people. Especially not the people who I don't even want in my life."

"I just feel like I don't fit in in the...F1 world."

"Good. Most of them are dickheads and snobs...a few exceptions." Lando mumbles since he is friends with some of them. "I know I can be a dickhead-"

"-and a bit of a snob-"

"Yes, thank you. But my point is that I don't want you to think I'm so shallow that your weight matters or that your stomach, or your stretch marks, or your rolls." Lando declares then sighing when her gaze averts away from his. "Do you know what I really wanted to do when I came back?"

"What?"

"I want to just relax and cuddle with my girlfriend." Lando pouts making her finally soften a little. "My perfect, amazing, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend who is going to be my perfect, amazing, stunning, gorgeous wife one day and mother of my kids...I'd rather you take care of your body and carry it the way you do now than starve yourself and workout till you're skin, bone and a little bit of maintained muscle."

"I wasn't going to starve myself." Y/n mumbles then making a point of picking up her fork and stabbing into the now cold pancakes.

"I love you whatever way you want to be. But to me your weight doesn't matter, because as much as I appreciate your body...a lot..." Lando mumbles seeming to almost get lost in his thoughts while y/n raises an eyebrow at him. "Uhh...I appreciate your body but that's not the only thing that matters to me."

"Ok...point proven." Y/n hums as he cups her face and kisses her several times.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Y/n smiles then grimacing when his hands literally peel away from her skin thanks to the residue of her tears. "I should really wash my face."

"Well I was going to shower after working out anyway and now I've got it in my head that I want to see what you're making such an effort to hide from me right now." Lando smirks watching her get flustered over her words. Not something that has ever been very hard really. "Would you like to join me?"

"Can it just be a shower?" Y/n mumbles earning smile and nod since Lando definitely doesn't need sex as a reason to admire his girlfriend's body.

So they get in the shower and Lando slaps her hand any time she tries to wash her own body or hair, taking on that task himself just an an excuse to touch her more.

Then he helps dry her hair and she helps make sure his is dried to make his curls as perfectly defined as possible.

"Cuddles?" Lando asks once they're dried off.

"Yeah, cuddles." Y/n nods with a small smile.

And that's how they end up on the sofa with y/n lying half on top of Lap from him literally yanking her into a position he was happy with, though of course checking she was comfortable before grinning to himself as he squeezes her.

Now he just needs to make a plan to help build her confidence and find away to help her with her insecurities but that might take a bit more time and planning. He'll handle that later. For now he's just going to make sure she knows exactly how much she is loved for every single part of her, whether she likes it or not.

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whateveriwant · 7 months

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Dressing the 141 up in a couples Halloween costume

Price

Is initially pretty lukewarm to the idea because he thinks he's too old to dress up for Halloween :(((

But with just the right amount of convincing + puppy dog eyes from you, he'll eventually go along with it

However, he's adamant that he's not going to shave. So you either have to give him a bearded character or resign yourself to seeing a mustachioed fairy

In the end, you think he makes quite a dashing Captain Hook (move over Jason Isaacs, there's a new captain in town)

If it's a party you're dressing up for, he'll go and have a great time (i.e. get absolutely sloshed and terrorize people with the fake hook)

Gaz

Is suuuuuuper into Halloween because it's his favorite holiday

He goes all out every year. Like, all out. Like, we're talking planning 6+ months in advance levels of obsession

In fact, you're not even the one who brings up the idea of doing a couples costume. He does, and he already has a theme in mind: Star Wars

He has a hyper-detailed Han Solo costume ready to go, complete with the blaster and boots and everything (yes, he made it himself, and yes, he's very proud of it)

You'll end up being 45 minutes late to the party because he won't stop taking pictures of you two posing in your outfits

Soap

Isn't opposed to the idea of dressing up, but there's a slight problem… He's already promised someone else that he'll match with them

You're like ??? when he tells you that, but end up chuckling once you learn who said person is: his four year old niece

He's the gallant knight to her glittery princess, and he's planning on taking his role very seriously

But he'll feel bad for leaving you hanging, so he'll run to the store and buy a pair of wings and a tail so you can tag along as a dragon or smth

You'll end up skipping the party so you can go trick-or-treating with them, and have much more fun that way anyway

Ghost

Is by far the least on board with the idea

He vehemently wants nothing to do with it – the party, the dressing up, nada

It'll take so much begging and bartering on your part to get him to finally cave in (the specifics of what you offer him, I'll leave up to your imagination ;))

No matter what costume you choose for him, he's gonna be snarky about it

"How the hell 'm I supposed to see with this bloody triangle on my head?" "It's a pyramid, Si." "Tha's what I said."

He'll stay at the party until he thinks you're satisfied with his attendance, and then he's Irish goodbye-ing it out of there without a second thought

Bonus - Full squad costume

If you're somehow able to convince the whole squad to dress up together, there's only one theme I see them doing: the Hundred Acre Woods

Price would be Kanga because there's no one else that accurately emits that fatherly motherly aura

Gaz would joke that he's going as Roo to accompany Price, but will change it last second and show up as Piglet

Soap would bounce on Tigger before anyone else could claim him (he's sooo Tigger-coded, I can't explain, he just is)

And lastly, for Ghost, I can think of no better fit than the king of brooding himself: Eeyore <3

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rea-grimm · 3 months

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Sleep protector Luffy

"You look awful, what happened to you?" a friend asked you when you met at a coffee shop. It's been almost a year since you last saw each other. She hadn't changed at all, while you were almost unrecognizable.

You had giant circles under your eyes and your whole body looked like a giant painting that someone had painted using red, blue, yellow and purple. You wore so many bruises that you lost count.

You had the impression that you were cursed. Bad luck was sticking to your heels, and you also suffered from nightmares that kept you awake.

You thought slipping on a banana peel was just a TV joke. That is until you did it yourself. You had no idea how many times you tripped or were almost struck by lightning, or forgot your umbrella in the biggest downpour.

It was the little things that you wouldn't mind if they weren't happening to you 24/7. What irritated you the most was when people told you not to worry about it, that it would get better if you slept. As if it were possible. Every time you fell asleep, you found yourself in an even worse nightmare than before.

Initially, you didn't want to discuss this with your friend, because it was quite possible that you wouldn't see her again for a year or so. You wanted to enjoy this day with her.

But you couldn't hide anything from her either, and you confided everything to her under her pressure. Also about the fact that you slowly began to fall into depression.

After this, your friend gave you a small gift bag. She wanted to give it to you anyway. She also had a similar one at home, and as soon as she bought it, all the bad dreams disappeared. Plus, when she saw this one, she remembered you and just had to get it for you.

After coffee, you spent almost the rest of the day together. When you said goodbye, you returned home, where you could finally calmly look at the bag you had received.

You opened it and inside was a teddy bear. He had black fur, a red vest, blue shorts and a straw hat on his head. He was cute and soft to the touch.

You didn't believe much in talismans and charms, but you took a stuffed animal to bed with you. After a long time, you fell asleep without any problems almost immediately.

It was an even bigger but pleasant shock in the morning when you woke up full of energy and without any nightmares. You couldn't even remember the last time you slept this well.

You didn't believe it, but it had to be true. Ever since you got the teddy bear, the nightmares have slowly faded away. You were always saved from them by a young man wearing the same outfit as the teddy bear.

He easily defeated all your nightmares and with a carefree smile, he then took your hand and led you into the unknown for an adventure. Be it sea battles, an island of giants or an island full of meat. He always managed to come up with some stupid thing by pure chance that ended up being good and you still laughed.

Thanks to that, you looked forward more and more to sleep and what new things you will do. You were especially looking forward to seeing him because he exuded a cheerful energy that was very contagious. You had the impression that even if he was only in a dream, he could recharge your batteries like no one else.

Since then, your mood has improved and your bad luck has disappeared. You would never believe that a good night's sleep could solve all your problems.

Even your bad luck suddenly disappeared. Instead, you found money here and there, you won, for example, some little thing for free, people were nicer to you, everything started to go well for you, and things turned out better than you expected. You never expected to experience such a turn for the better.

You were in the mood for some quick food, maybe a burger or something, and you headed into town. You went to the chosen establishment and ordered food. While you were waiting, you noticed a young man at the counter who reminded you of a teddy bear.

The young man was getting upset because he wanted to order a lot of food, but apparently, he didn't have enough money to pay. Despite all this, he did not give up.

You felt quite sorry for him, so you decided to buy him food. You went over to him and paid for him. It's already happened to you several times that they blocked your card out of nowhere, so you couldn't pay, so you wanted to make him happy.

"You're the best! Thank you very much!" the young man in the straw hat was beaming with enthusiasm and before you knew it, he was hugging you. This moment felt very familiar to you, but you couldn't remember from where. You just smiled and waved it off that it was a small thing.

You originally thought you'd grab your food and head home, but you were so captivated by his cheerfulness that you decided to stay. You ate your meal together. You had already eaten your portion while he was still stuffing himself.

After the meal, he took you to see his friends. You were glad about that because you didn't have many friends or they lived far away. That's why you sometimes felt alone. He saved you from that loneliness and after eating, you went to his group.

You originally wanted to go home after eating, but something just pulled you towards him. All his friends accepted you and you were with them until the evening. You probably never laughed so well and you even felt a little sorry when you said goodbye to them.

When you finally got home, you were tired, but at the same time filled with positive energy that you didn't want to go to bed yet. You made yourself a warm drink and sat down on the couch with plans to watch a nice movie.

You prepared everything when you had the impression that something was missing. You got up and went to the bedroom where you wanted to take the teddy bear with you. Maybe it was childish, but you wanted him with you.

You went into the bedroom but you didn't see him anywhere. You looked under the duvet, the pillow and even under the bed, but he was nowhere to be found. You searched the rest of the bedroom as well, wondering where you could leave him. Instead of a movie, you ended up spending the evening looking for a teddy bear.

You were slowly starting to panic. If you couldn't find him, did that mean bad luck and nightmares would return? Will you go back to the bottom again? Will you be afraid to get out of bed in the morning again? You fell to your knees in a panic and held your head.

How could something like this even happen to you? Was it just a dream and you will wake up in the morning to a harsh reality? Was this just another nightmare? Just a figment of your troubled mind?

Strange footsteps interrupted you from your train of thought. It couldn't be your friend, she was long gone. Would they be thieves? You really couldn't care less. It would just suit your miserable situation.

"Why are you on the floor?" a familiar voice asked you, but it lacked the classic cheerfulness. Instead of it, he was full of worries. You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. You didn't even know you started crying.

“Whoa, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?” he asked in surprise, looking like he was ready to beat up anyone who tried to harm you in any way.

“No,” you replied in a husky voice as you wiped away your tears and shook your head. At first, you were hesitant to confide in him, but it was your dream after all. That's why you told him about the teddy bear and your fears.

"I was already afraid that someone hurt you," he breathed and smiled. "You don't have to be afraid of anything. I'm Luffy, your sleep protector,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“Huh?” You didn't understand what he meant. “But that teddy bear…” you trailed off.

"That was me," he jumped into your speech proudly. "So I protected you in your dreams, but I wanted to protect you here too," he replied with satisfaction.

You watched him and tried to make sense of it when his hands stretched out and he pulled you to him like nothing. He hugged you and rubbed his cheek on your head.

"I like you a lot more when you're happy. Tears don't suit you,” he said while cuddling you.

Everything was so real and pleasant that you believed it. And if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up. You looked at him and kissed him. You haven't felt this safe and loved in a long time.

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technofantasia · 2 years

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One of my absolute favorite parts of golden wind is the singularly horrible outfits that the main characters wear, but not just the fact that they're terrible, no no. Sure, they all look like they got dressed with their eyes closed in a boutique for clowns, but the REAL kicker is that they did not always dress in this way??

We see the characters' backstories. We see how they used to look. And almost ALL of them USED TO WEAR NORMAL PEOPLE CLOTHES!!! Why? Why the sudden shift to kitchen sink fashion?? And, of course, there are layers to this, too.

Like. Giorno is his own whole can of worms, concerning exactly what happened between middle and high school. Sure, there's the whole hair color change thing which I refuse to acknowledge the canonical reason behind, but whatever, I can ignore that. Why suddenly decide on that hairstyle? That wardrobe? Especially considering that in every other way he's not exactly the flamboyant, attention-grabbing type... The only explanation I can think of would be, I don't know, he just happens to have a surprisingly eclectic fashion sense and high school was the first time he was able to be on his own away from home to indulge it. First opportunity to show off his individuality and he went whole hog with it, I could see that. Yeah sure you go giogio!! have as many heart shaped boob windows and ladybug brooches as you like

Abbacchio, too. It looks like he mostly dressed normal for his job, but the second he left, he transitioned to his current look? Either that’s just his usual taste or his emotional crisis led him to an emo makeover. Or both. In either case, I suppose that’s valid and I support him. His weird eggshell hat is the only part of his outfit that’s really that out there anyway

But the others??

Narancia. Mista. Fucking Fugo. They all dressed at least mostly normally right up until they joined Passione, at which point they switched on a dime to looking Like That. Sure, some aesthetic preferences seemed to carry over, like Narancia’s boyish style, Fugo’s suit pattern, and Mista’s navel window + crisscross pattern + hat. But they still used to wear, yknow. People clothes. So... Why??? What on EARTH happened???

Well...

Strangely enough, Bucciarati looks like he’s ALWAYS dressed Like That. Same hair style, same colors, same patterns... Given how much everyone else’s backstory outfits clashed with their eventual outfit choices, it’s almost weirder to see that Bucciarati clearly has clothing and style preferences that match up from past to present.

So. I can’t help but wonder.

Did... did the others just assume that, since Bucciarati (and maybe also Abbacchio) dressed Like That, that was just The Mafia Style??? The Style Of Clothing That Mafia People Wear???? So, in order to integrate themselves into Passione, they’d have to start dressing Like That too??????

Actually. Given that all the members of La Squadra and Polpo and the boss’s personal guard and the boss himself ALSO dress Like That... fuck, i don’t know, maybe they were right and that IS just The Mafia Style!! The fact it also happens to align with Bucciarati’s/Abbacchio’s/Giorno’s personal fashion sense might just be a coincidence!!! Who knows!!! Who cares!!!

Where do you even go to BUY clothing like that??? Are there special, under-the-counter sections of clothing stores that specially cater to Badcore fashion for mafia members??? Do the designers earn a special commission for designing clothes no sane person would wear that fit as uncomfortably as humanly possible??? Didn't they say at some point that mafia members try to dress inconspicuously to blend in???? RISOTTO IS LITERALLY JUST WEARING A JESTER HAT WHAT KIND OF CIRCUS IS THIS

But yeah so the logistics of part 5′s character designs drive me insane and I love it

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five-rivers · 18 days

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 2

For @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“How is this organized, anyway?” asked Daniel. “It isn't alphabetical.”

Clockwork shuddered. “The debate about which alphabet to use would be interminable. No. The list is arranged from eldest to youngest, with groups being averaged.”

“So, the oldest person is on top and the youngest person is on the bottom.”

“That is correct.”

Daniel hummed and wiped up the last of his syrup up off his plate with the last piece of his pancake. “This Jasmine person is the youngest person who wants me. Ick, that sounded wrong somehow.”

“She is the youngest person,” said Clockwork. He was doing something strange with the plates in the sink.

“Is she, like, really into plants or flowers or something?”

“Are you really into Daniels?”

“I mean. I don’t know. My memory’s been erased and all. For all I know, my name isn’t even Daniel. It could be William. Or David.” Still, he got the point. He shook his head. “Ghosts just picking random names. What is the world coming to?”

“You could always choose to go by another name,” said Clockwork, mildly. “You are not trapped in it.”

“I know,” said Daniel. “I’ll keep it for now, though. Is, um, is the…”

“Her section of the file is colored teal.”

“Thanks,” said Daniel. He flipped through. “These aren’t in the same order, you know.”

“I know,” said Clockwork. He sounded very put upon.

“You’re not the one who does the organizing, huh?”

“If only I were.”

Daniel looked over the teal pages. There wasn’t a lot of information on them. The name, Jasmine, her height, hair color, eye color, a few lines about interests.

“Not a lot here.”

“You are meant to form your own opinions,” said Clockwork.

“Enjoys pushing forward the boundaries of knowledge?” he read from the page. “Interested in modern psychology and brain surgery?” He looked up at Clockwork. “This sounds like mad scientist material.”

“You can always skip her, if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to be fair. So, uh, let’s go. Let’s do this.”

“In your pajamas?”

“Well, it’s not like I have anything else, do I?”

“In fact, you do. There is a closet in your room upstairs.”

“With clothes that are mine?”

“With clothes in a variety of styles in your size. They are all new, acquired for this process, although you can keep them afterward.”

“So, no way to figure out my style except for experimentation. Cool. Great. Another mystery to solve.”

“Think of it as an interesting puzzle. An amusing way to pass the time, whilst you are experiencing the various persons who wish to gain custody of you.”

“Uh huh,” said Daniel, pushing his chair out. “I’m going to go get changed. Do I need to pack a bag, too, or what?”

“What, in this case. Any clothing and toiletries you need will be sent to you.”

Daniel nodded and climbed back up the stairs to ‘his’ room. There was a closet there that he hadn’t noticed before, across from the bathroom. He opened the door and started to shift through the different outfits.

That one was too complicated… ugh, weird texture… too much body exposure… ooh, gothic… but also complicated… nice skirt… robe… kilt? He prodded at the maybe-kilt a little. He wasn’t sure that it was a kilt. Well, whatever. Jeans. T-shirt. Hm. Tempting, if only for its simplicity. But maybe he wanted something that vibed with his tail a bit better. Ooh, Egyptian.

Eventually, he hit on a combination of loose pants, long shirt, and fringed wrap. Yeah. That would look good. Comfortable. He took off his pajamas and fluffed his tail. That did feel good. He put on the pants, then the shirt, and then discovered he did not have great skills with wraps. So. He probably didn’t wear them on a daily basis. Still, with the help of the bathroom mirror, he managed to get it into a more or less presentable arrangement. He thought he looked good, anyway, and that was all that mattered. After all, if they already were getting into fights over custody of him, he didn’t exactly have to dress to impress.

He went back down the stairs, to where Clockwork was waiting, staff in hand. “Okay, I’m ready. How do I look?”

“Dressed,” said Clockwork.

“Helpful,” said Daniel.

“I am to please.”

“So… How do we get there?”

“Through this,” said Clockwork. He held up the staff, and a portal spun off the clock at its top. Then, he held out a small pocketwatch. “When you want to return, merely click the button on top.”

“Okay,” said Daniel, taking it and looping it's chain around his neck. “And… I just go through? No other tricks?”

“No other tricks. It is the journey of a single step.”

“Right,” said Daniel. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The transition between places really was smooth. One minute, he was in Clockwork's purple kitchen, the next, he was in what looked like a completely normal entryway.

There was a girl there. She looked human, and was about half a foot taller than he was. Her hair was red and her cardigan was the same teal as her paper in the file. Her eyes, too, were blue. She… really didn’t look like a ghost at all. She didn’t particularly look like him, either, except for her skin color. Unless maybe some of her facial features were similar? Nose shape, perhaps? He didn’t really remember what he looked like well enough to say.

But, definitely, what stood out the most about her was the fact that she was a girl. A teenager. Not a woman, not really. She couldn’t be more than a few years older than he was.

“Danny,” she said, jumping out of the chair and starting to smile at him. “Hi, I’m–” She stopped.

The girl stared. Daniel stared back.

“Danny, what are you wearing?” she asked.

“Clothing,” he said. He didn’t think this kind of outfit had any particular name. At least, if it did, he didn’t know it.

“Oh.”

“And… you’re…”

“Oh! I’m Jazz! You… really don’t remember me?”

Daniel shook his head, slowly.

“Well… They did tell me that would happen…”

“I knew you before?”

“Yes! Yes. I… was your mother. Am your mother!”

“Uh,” said Daniel. “You’re, like, seventeen. Eighteen, maximum.”

“Time travel was involved.”

“Time travel.”

“Time travel. You know how things are in the ghost zone. You get a natural portal, and then, boom! You’re fifteen years in the past, or the future!” She laughed, nervously. “But I’m here, now! This version of me. Who is definitely your mother.”

Daniel realized, then, that just because the memory wipe meant that he couldn’t know what his prior connections were, that didn’t mean that other people couldn’t try to capitalize on them. Or lie about them. Or lie about them badly.

“Time travel,” said Daniel, again.

“I mean, you’re staying with Clockwork, right?”

“Uh, yeah, so?”

“So, he’s sort of a major player in the time travel scene, right?”

“He is?” It’d explain the clock theme, at least.

“He is.”

“Oh. Cool.” He still didn’t believe her time travel story, though. “So, like. If you were time traveling, who raised me?”

“Your, uh, grandparents. But they can’t really, uh, do it, anymore. For reasons. And I’m back! In the proper time! So I want to take care of you now. And this will start our bonding bonanza! We can start with a tour of the house!”

What. She did not just say that.

“Are they the ones who’re disputing your custody? Because it is a dispute, right? That’s what this thing is all about.”

“I mean, um, there are seven groups, right? Counting me? So, no, it’s not because of them.”

“Right,” said Daniel. That didn’t rule them out, though. Maybe they were the ones at the top of the list.

“So, obviously, this is the entryway… At least, you know, when there’s a door.”

Daniel looked behind him. There was, indeed, no door. “What?”

“Something about the rules to these things. We’re not supposed to leave for the duration.”

“What about food?”

“It’s brought in, the same way you were. So, over here is the kitchen.”

The kitchen was a long, galley affair, with tile countertops and cute floral backsplashes. It was much more normal than Clockwork’s, at least in terms of colors. There was a fridge, a microwave, a toaster, and a dishwasher.

“Do you know who the other six groups are?”

“I mean… I have a guess about some of them, but I don’t really know. I’d thought Clockwork would be one of them for sure, but…”

“What, really?” That, at least, didn’t seem like a lie. “But he’s the neutral party?”

“Yes,” said Jazz. “But I thought that the two of you were close. But maybe it was more along the lines of being, I don’t know, work friends.”

“Huh,” said Daniel. “I… Okay.”

“Yes. Okay. So, the fridge is completely safe, no biological or ectobiological samples stored in it. Just food. Normal, edible food. We’ll do the dishes together, of course. Cups are in here, dishes, pots and pans–”

“Your profile said you were interested in brain surgery,” said Daniel.

“Oh, yes, that’s one of the things I’m thinking about studying in college! Once I get into college. Which will be soon.”

“So, you don’t have, like, a mad science lab in here where you do brain surgery or something like that?”

The girl stared at him. “Are… you sure you don’t remember anything?”

This was not a promising question. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re assuming that I have a mad science lab in here. I’m a high school senior.”

“Which means it’s weird that you’re here with a house at all.”

She made a face. “It’s… I had some help getting it. The house, I mean. But there’s no mad science lab. There will never be a mad science lab. Unless you want a mad science lab. I could probably make some calls.”

“I don’t want a mad science lab. Why would I want a mad science lab?”

“I don’t know, to tinker in? You used to do some, um, tinkering. Mechanical engineering stuff.”

“That’s more of a garage thing, though, isn’t it?”

“I… don’t know. You only ever did it in the lab.”

“So, we used to have a mad science lab.”

“That’s– I mean– No.”

Definitely a lie. They totally had a lab. Or, at least, Jazz used to have a lab. What was going on that they had a lab? Something sinister, doubtlessly.

“Did you dissect brains in this lab?”

“No! Like I said, I’m only a student. A student that is interested in a lot of things, but right now, my thesis is about Ghost Envy.”

“You’re a high school student with a thesis?”

“I’m a high achiever. Have to make up for all that time lost time traveling. You’d think you’d gain time! But. Yeah.” She smiled tightly and nodded. “Living room next! We have a, er, one of those consoles. For video games. I got it from a friend.”

Daniel let Jazz drag him around the house. It was kind of nice, except for how nervous she got whenever he probed about his past or her supposed time travel. He didn’t really feel threatened by her, per se, but the lying… it definitely gave him a bit of, how should he put this, anxiety.

“And here’s your bedroom, Danny!”

The bedroom was actually really cool. Unlike the rest of the rooms, it had a very clear, very obvious theme beyond just house people can live in. The theme was space. The walls and ceiling were painted with constellations. There were model rockets on shelves. The desk had an astrolabe and a small model solar system on it, alongside astronomy books. There were also some novels, composition notebooks and sketchbooks, alongside a variety of markers, but those were tiny points about the overwhelming amount of space. Even the decorative throw cushions on the bed had galaxy patterns on them!

Danny… he really liked it. He guessed he had to admit that, at least, Jazz had known him before, and had known him reasonably well. Even if she wasn’t his mother.

She’d also turned around to play with a deadbolt on the door.

“It locks from the inside, because, well, I figured you’d be a bit nervous, staying with someone you know nothing about, and a lock might make you feel safer.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. “Hey, speaking of safety, you’re still, like, alive? Human?”

“Yes?” said Jazz.

“Isn’t it a bit weird, trying to get custody of a ghost?”

“Oh, um, I suppose it’s a bit unusual, but you’re my b– My son. Definitely my son. So, it’s worth it. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a ghost or a human or– Wait, Clockwork told you, right?”

“Told me… what?”

“That you’re not, you know, a normal ghost.”

“I… he might have said something about that. About being an unusual kind of ghost.”

“So he didn’t tell you that you’re only half ghost?”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It’s a thing. You can change back and forth between a human - more human - form, and a ghost form. Like this.” She gestured at him.

Danny stared at her. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is! Oh, jeez, I can’t believe Clockwork left it to me to explain.” She crossed her arms and turned away. “I don’t know how to explain this.”

“Wait, does that mean my dad is a ghost in this story? Are you saying that you, as a human, and a ghost–”

“No. You died. That sounds terrible. I mean, you, um. You sort of died.”

“How did I die that I managed to die only halfway?”

Jazz opened and closed her mouth several times. “I didn’t witness it–”

“But you know.”

“It was– Do you really want to know? I mean, regardless, I’m still your– your mom. And I want to be. And that kind of thing is really traumatic.”

“What was it?”

She looked like she didn’t want to answer. Danny poured all his effort into a forceful, expectant stare.

“It… was a lab accident.”

Silence.

“Like, um. A ghost lab.”

More silence.

“Okay,” said Danny. He bit his lower lip. “Right.”

“I’ll just leave now,” said Jazz. “Make yourself at home. Because it is!” She stepped out.

“Yep,” said Danny. He closed the door and slid home the deadbolt. Then he put his hand around the pocketwatch, lightly touching the button on top. “Okay. I’ll be okay. I can always leave if she tries to examine my brain, and… I should give her a fair chance. Right.”

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sweetestdesire · 8 months

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THE ICE BREAKER — P.4

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): NHL hockey player!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which sometimes the greatest gift is a second chance.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you angels enjoy part 4 for The Ice Breaker series! You can find the series masterlist here.

"Why do you want to watch the hockey game?" Lindsay asked as the two girls got their jackets and shoes on.

"I want to see Rafe play." It was the truth. In spite of how he'd made her feel the night before, Y/N wanted to know more about him.

"Is Maria going to come, too?"

Y/N glanced at her roommate with a frown.

"Why not? What happened? Why were you guys fighting last night?"

Y/N blew out a frustrated sigh and zipped her jacket up. After her disastrous evening with Rafe at the restaurant, she'd come back to the dorm and confronted Maria. It hadn't been pretty and she was still smarting over her supposed friend's betrayal of her confidence.

"Come on, Y/N. You can tell me anything.” Lindsay pleaded as they headed out of their shared room.

Y/N offered her friend a half smile. "I know. Maria and I... she just did something stupid and it hurt me."

"What did she do?"

Hesitantly, Y/N explained to Lindsay about what Rafe had said and his emphatic apology. She'd been hurt by his words and the fact that he'd even repeated them to her. Since his apology had been so sincere, she'd decided to give him another shot. She couldn't deny that she liked him and wanted to get to know him better.

Maria on the other hand, had no business saying anything about Y/N. She had unleashed all her anger and hurt at her friend after changing out of her date outfit. Maria had at first denied saying anything to Jordan, but Y/N had pressed on. Eventually, Maria had admitted that she'd said something, but it was supposedly because Jordan had been asking about Y/N.

"That shouldn't have made a difference!" Y/N had yelled at her. "You're supposed to be my friend."

"I am your friend!"

"Then why did you tell Jordan that I'm a slut?"

Maria had gaped at her before giving an indignant reply. "I didn't say that. I only told him that that wasn't your first one-night stand."

At which point, Y/N had thrown her hands in the air. "You may as well have. That's how he took it, anyway."

"That's not my fault if he did. It's not my fault he said anything to Rafe either."

"You shouldn't have said anything about me at all!" Y/N had exploded.

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Anything but talk about me, Maria."

Maria had stared at her with a wounded expression, as if she were the wronged person. Y/N had been so upset that she'd stalked away without another word.

Although she and Maria hadn't been the closest of friends, they'd known each other for long enough that Y/N would have thought she could trust Maria. What hurt the most was that Maria didn't think she'd done anything wrong. She hadn't even bothered to offer an apology.

"That's crazy, Y/N.” Lindsay said after Y/N finished recapping everything. They were outside, walking to a nearby bar to watch the hockey game. "I can't believe Maria would do something like that."

"Neither can I.” Y/N replied with a heavy sigh. "Whatever. When she's ready to apologize for what she did, I might listen."

"I hate to see you guys fighting."

"I don't like fighting either, but she was being stupid."

They fell silent for a block and then Lindsay shook her head. "What was she thinking? That spilling some gossip about you might get that Jordan guy to like her, or something?"

Y/N confessed that she hadn't given much thought to Maria’s side of the story. She'd just been furious with Maria for betraying her. Y/N had told Lindsay and Maria about her one-night stands and no one else. Now Y/N felt like she couldn't confide anything to Maria.

"Is this the place?" Lindsay asked as they crossed a busy intersection.

Y/N nodded and they went inside to find a place to sit. The bar wasn't busy, being a Sunday afternoon. There was a big screen TV on one wall and the two girls sat across from it just as the first period was starting.

Y/N’s knowledge of hockey was limited. She recalled the basics from her childhood of watching with her father, but most of the rules and nuances were lost on her. After their first round of drinks and some appetizers, Lindsay made an annoyed sound.

"I don't get it." She shoved a nacho heaped with salsa in her mouth.

Y/N laughed as she glanced at her friend. "I'm not up to speed on the rules either."

"Which one is Rafe?"

"He's the center for the Hurricanes."

"How much longer is this going to be?" Lindsay asked at the start of the third period.

"You're not having fun?" It had taken Y/N a little while to pick up some of the plays, but now that she was staring to remember different things, she was enjoying it.

Lindsay shrugged and turned her glass around in her hands. "I don't mind staying if you want to."

"It's alright.” Y/N said and downed the last of her drink. "We can go. I should get in some studying before classes start tomorrow."

Lindsay nodded and they waved the bartender over so they could pay their tab. They chatted as they walked back to the University and up to their room. Lindsay left right away again, going to the library for some research.

Y/N straightened out her desk and sat down to get some work done. She'd been at it for about half an hour when she realized she wasn't getting anything accomplished. So, she moved to her bed and made herself comfortable with a book.

Dinner time rolled around and she went down to the cafeteria with Lindsay. They ran into Maria who gave them the cold shoulder. Miffed, Lindsay told Y/N she was on her side, no doubt about it. Y/N merely smiled and shrugged. She didn't want Lindsay choosing sides, but if Maria was going to continue to be so immature, Y/N wasn't going to dissuade her.

While Y/N headed back to their room, Lindsay caught up with some of her other friends from one of her classes. As Y/N was settling on her bed again, her phone rang and her heart leapt in her chest.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Y/N." Rafe’s smooth voice came over the line and Y/N suppressed a shiver.

I guess I'm over what he said to me last night, she thought with an idiotic grin. "Hi, Rafe. How was your game?"

"Good. We won."

"That's great!"

Rafe chuckled. "It is great."

"Lindsay and I went to a bar down the block to watch."

"Did you?" He sounded surprised. "What did you think?"

"I was kind of disappointed that you weren't on screen more.” Y/N confessed.

Again, Rafe’s deep laugh filled her ear. Y/N reclined on her pillows and squeezed her eyes shut. She was so attracted to this man and knew she should still be at least a little upset over what he'd said last night. Somehow, she just wanted to see him again, preferably naked.

“If you'd wanted to watch the game, why didn't you tell me? I could’ve got tickets for you."

"Really? Oh, I couldn't ask you for tickets, Rafe."

"Why not? It's the least I could do."

Y/N didn't reply at first. She knew he was referring to last night, but she was reluctant to bring it up. She supposed that the mature thing to do would be to discuss it, not pretend it never happened.

"How about I get you tickets to the game on Tuesday night?"

"Tuesday?"

"Shit, you have school this week, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't have a class on Wednesday morning. I could go."

"Great! Check with your roommate and I'll get you two tickets."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course! I'd like to see you there."

"See me?" Y/N laughed. "Won't you be busy?"

"A little.” He agreed with a chuckle. "But I'll look for you during timeouts."

"Why?" She bit her lip as soon as the word slipped out and she wondered what he'd say.

"I want to see you again, Y/N."

She was unbelievably pleased that he'd confessed that to her. "There are easier ways of doing that."

"True, but I don't want to rush you."

"Rush me?"

"Yeah. After last night, I thought you might not want to see me for a few days."

"Me too, but I'd be alright with seeing you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Really?"

"Sure. Are you busy?"

"Uh, won't you be? It'll be Monday."

"Well, if you can come to the University, or somewhere close by, we could meet for lunch or coffee or something."

"I can do that. My practice is in the morning."

"Great! I'd like to talk to you."

"Oh, yeah?" He gave a nervous laugh that Y/N found adorable.

Who was she kidding? Everything about him was adorable and impossibly sexy, from his hair to his wide, dimpled smile.

"Yeah. I think we need to talk about... about last night." Y/N started to sweat the second she said it, but she was proud of herself for being the one to bring it up.

"I think so, too."

"Okay."

They fell silent and Y/N stifled a giggle as she listened to Rafe sigh heavily on his end.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes." She told him about a nearby cafe and they agreed on a time to meet.

"I'll have the tickets for you as well."

"Sounds great."

Y/N was still lying on her bed, her phone cradled against her chest and a dreamy smile on her face when Lindsay walked into their room.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing.” Y/N replied without looking at her friend. She couldn't believe her mood had turned around so completely from last night. She'd gone from total embarrassment to excited giddiness in less than twenty-four hours. "Hey, you want to go to a hockey game on Tuesday night?"

Lindsay stopped and stared at her roommate. "Are you kidding?"

"Nope." Y/N sat up on her bed and tossed her phone on her nightstand. "Rafe said he can get me tickets."

"You talked to him? Oh, Y/N, that's great!"

Y/N grinned. It was fantastic.

Rafe told himself to concentrate on practice and not worry about his afternoon date with Y/N. Ever since he'd watched her walk away on Saturday, he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. It was a lucky thing that his teammates had been so on the ball on Sunday afternoon, otherwise that game could have been a disaster for Rafe. He'd even had trouble lacing his damn skates.

"Cameron!"

Rafe looked up from his stretching to see Brent gliding across the ice towards him.

"What's up?"

"Have you talked to your lady friend lately?" Brent asked with a grin.

Rafe rolled his eyes. It had been almost a full day since someone had last teased him about Y/N. He knew Brent wasn't doing it to be mean. More than anything, the other man was curious and probably hoped that things would work out.

"I talked to her yesterday. We're meeting up later."

"That's good. You're not taking any more advice from Jordan, are you?"

After his terrible date with Y/N on Saturday, Rafe had confessed his gaffe to Brent the following day at practice. Brent had been good about it, not laughing outright. He had, however, berated Rafe for taking anything Jordan had to say seriously.

"I didn't get the chance to talk to her myself, but Y/N seemed nice.” Brent said. "Try not to be such a douche next time, alright?"

Rafe barked out a laugh and nodded. "I'll try."

Brent nodded and tapped his stick against Rafe’s pads. They skated around the ice together before gathering with the other players around the head coach to begin the day's practice.

Several hours later, Rafe climbed out of am Uber in front of the cafe where he was meeting Y/N. He thought that he'd be the first one there, but when he walked inside, he spotted Y/N at a table near the window. She looked up as he entered and a shy smile touched her lips.

"Hi, Y/N.” Rafe greeted as he approached the table.

"Hi."

Rafe pulled his jacket off and sat down across from her. Neither of them said anything after he'd ordered a coffee and he wondered if they'd ever get that closeness back. He wanted to redo Saturday night and this time, he'd be damn sure to keep his mouth shut.

"I have your tickets." Rafe broke the silence. He twisted to reach into his inside jacket pocket.

Y/N grinned as she accepted the tickets and Rafe’s chest swelled. My God, she's so beautiful, he thought and nervously clenched his fists in his lap.

"Thank you so much, Rafe. Lindsay said she'd come to the game with me. I'm so excited!"

"That's great. Maybe after the game I can take you and Lindsay out for a drink."

Her eyebrows lifted as she tucked the tickets into her purse. "Both of us?"

"She's your best friend. Why wouldn't I take you both?"

"That's so..." Y/N’s voice trailed off and she shook her head.

"So?" He prompted and then grinned. "Sexy?"

She laughed.

"Sweet? Generous?" He tried again and leaned forward as she let out more of her bright laughter. He could drink that sound in for days.

"All of those things." Her laughter faded and she smiled at him before leaning her elbows on the table. "We need to talk."

Rafe winced. "I know. I can't apologize enough for what happened on Saturday."

"Stop. You already said you're sorry. I didn't meet you today just to get you to say it again."

"No?"

She shook her head, never taking her eyes from his.

"Then why did you want to meet?" He paused and studied her face before giving her a brief wink. "You just wanted the tickets, didn't you?"

She laughed at him. "No! I wanted to see you, Rafe."

Rafe didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm not going to lie,"Y/N said as the waitress brought his coffee over. "It bothered me when you said... what you did on Saturday night."

"Y/N.”

"No, let me finish." She held up a hand to stop him. "It hurt, but I was more upset because my friend, Maria would say something like that about me." Y/N paused, her eyes looking back and forth between Rafe’s. "I'm not claiming to be innocent or anything like that, but I don't... I don't sleep around. I don't have sex with just any man who talks to me."

Rafe watched her as she spoke and followed the pink color as it rose in her cheeks. She kept looking into his face while she explained, impressing him with her courage. He wasn't sure if he could manage the same thing had their positions been reversed. God help him, all his blood was steadily being diverted south of his brain.

"I don't want you to think of me that way."

"I don't." He reached for one of her hands without thinking about it.

"That's good." She let out a nervous laugh and allowed him to close his hand around her fingers. "I'd hate for that to be your first impression of me."

"Do you want to know what my first impression was?" Rafe asked as he stroked his thumb across her soft knuckles.

"What?"

"I thought you were drawing on the table in that bar."

She burst out laughing and covered her face with her free hand. "How embarrassing.”

Laughing along with her, Rafe gently tugged her hand down from her face. "I thought it was intriguing. I wanted to talk to you."

"Well, you did. You did that, and more."

They fell silent as the memory of that night swept through both of them. Y/N was the first to drop her gaze, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Rafe shifted in his seat, tightening his fingers around hers.

"I didn't want to talk to you just because you're beautiful, and you are, so beautiful."

Her lashes fluttered and she glanced up at him. Rafe dropped his chin and smiled on the same level as her gaze.

"I wanted to find out what you were doing alone at that table. I wanted to know your name and ask you out.”

"All before you even walked over?" She sounded incredulous.

"Yeah. Don't you believe me?"

She shrugged, meeting his eyes. "I guess I do. If you didn't, why would you have come over?"

"Right."

She studied him, as if trying to decide if he was telling the truth or not. Rafe held his breath for several heartbeats until her face relaxed into a smile again.

"So in between our first meeting and when you took me home, what made you change your mind?"

Rafe blinked, taken aback by her question. "I don't understand."

She flushed and her eyes skittered away. "I mean, you said you wanted to ask me out. What made you decide to take me home instead?"

Now it was Rafe who felt the warmth creeping over his face. He chuckled and squeezed her hand before answering. "I don't know, Y/N. I just... we were talking and I was having a good time. Then we were sitting together and I... I..."

He tried to think of the right words. Nothing other than 'I wanted inside you so badly I couldn't see straight' came to mind. Somehow, he didn't think that would impress her. Rafe looked into her eyes and grinned when he saw the sparkle there.

She giggled and covered her mouth with her free hand. "I think I understand."

"Do you?" Rafe was afraid he'd offended her again.

She nodded and squeezed his fingers in return. In response, all his blood fled his brain and gathered below his waist.

"I understand because it was the same for me, I think."

"Really? Thank God." Rafe’s reaction was immediate and he felt embarrassed until Y/N laughed again.

"Well, now that we've got that straightened out, there was something else I wanted to talk about.” Y/N said as she patted his hand.

"Something else?" Rafe took a swig of his coffee, wincing when it burned his tongue. "I'll talk about anything you want, Y/N."

"You're so accommodating." There was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. "But I'm not sure if you'll like this."

Rafe lifted an eyebrow. "I'm sure I can handle it."

"I hope so." She paused and drew in a deep breath. "I want to date you, Rafe, and I want to start at the beginning. I want to forget about Saturday night and start over fresh."

When she stopped, Rafe studied her. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was getting at and the tingling in his groin didn't like it.

“Okay.” He replied tentatively.

The blush was back in her cheeks and her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to hold his gaze. "I hope you don't think this sounds too immature of me, but I don't want to rush into anything."

"I don't want to make you rush."

"So, you don't mind if we... if we don't... that is, I really liked... what we did on Friday.” She stammered. "But I think we rushed into that. I... I'd like to get to know you better before we do that again."

Her meaning sank in and Rafe nodded. Inside, his mind and body were screaming, No, no! Don't make me wait! But he was a gentleman. He hadn't been raised to push a woman into something she didn't want. "Okay."

Y/N lifted an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Okay? Really?"

Rafe gave a wry laugh and shook his head. He felt he needed to be truly honest with her. "No, not really, but I like you, Y/N. I'm willing to do whatever you want if it means I get to spend more time with you."

"I think that's the sweetest thing any guy has ever said to me." She looked flustered and Rafe felt her try to tug her hand away from his.

"I'm already sorry for when I have to go on another road trip." He ought to bring it up, to remind both of them of his career obligations.

"Oh, yeah.” She agreed with a nod. "Well, we can talk on the phone and see each other whenever you’re in North Carolina."

"You've given this some thought." Rafe felt ridiculously flattered by that and it took some of the ache out of desiring her so much.

"Of course I have. I told you, I want to keep seeing you." For a long minute, they gazed into each other's eyes.

"So."

"So?" Her eyes were still twinkling at him and Rafe gave her hand another squeeze before releasing her.

"Can I take you for that drink on Tuesday night?"

"You still want to?"

"If you and your friend can stay up that late, I'd like to."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "I'll have my phone with me. Should we wait in our seats or meet somewhere?"

"I'll try to be quick after the game is over and I'll call you when I'm done. Then we can figure something out."

"Sounds great."

Another silence fell and the ache eased out of Rafe’s groin. It took some serious thinking to get his mind off of Y/N’s naked body, but he managed it. They fell into casual conversation for a short while before Y/N said she had to get back to class.

"Thanks for the tickets, Rafe.” She said as they walked outside the cafe.

"It's my pleasure." He turned to face her on the sidewalk. "So, with this starting over thing..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I still kiss you goodbye?" He shouldn't even be asking. His desire for her was so strong, especially since he'd already seen her rise and respond to his touch, if he kissed her now, it might be too much for him to deal with.

"Uh, sure." Y/N sounded unsure, but Rafe stepped close before she could change her mind.

He put one arm around her waist and drew her close, watching with satisfaction as her eyes widened a fraction as he lowered his head. Then, her lashes swept low and Rafe brushed her mouth with his lips. She sucked in a breath as he touched her and he felt the gasp from his head to the soles of his feet. He slid a hand up to cup the back of her head as he kissed her.

Y/N’s lips parted and he swept inside, tasting the coffee she'd just had along with her own sexy flavor. It was intoxicating and Rafe tensed, wanting to drag her up against a building and do more than just kiss her.

With great reluctance, he pulled away and smiled when she made a small sound of protest. Her eyes fluttered open and Rafe dropped a light kiss on the corner of her mouth before releasing her.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

Y/N blinked, as if surprised to hear him speaking. She straightened her jacket and touched her hair, still snug in its ponytail. "Alright."

"Have a good afternoon." Rafe turned away before he was tempted to take her back into his arms.

"You, too.” She called after him and when Rafe glanced back, she was walking away.

Rafe blew out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be harder than he thought.

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winchesterszvonecek · 5 months

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Clothes - [ Gabriel ]

Prompt: How he’d react to you wearing his clothes requested

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, suggestive tones

A/N: the prompt was meant to be a headcanon but i decided to make it a little fic instead

Masterlist | Gabriel Masterlist

You were always cold in the mornings. No matter how warm the room you were in was or who was sleeping next to you, you couldn’t help but feel a chill. It’s what made getting out of bed that much harder for you most days.

And today was no different as when you woke, your eyes fluttering sleepily open at the sound of rowdy neighbours in the motel room beside yours, you were quick to feel the cold seep into your body. Right down to your bones in a way that had you shaking almost immediately and it was as though someone had you on vibrate.

Normally you’d just pull the covers back up and nestle into the bed until you felt a smidge of warmth beneath your skin. But this morning you really, really needed to pee, therefore you couldn’t wait any longer otherwise you’d burst. So you were left with no other choice but to suck it up, and face the cold of the room.

Before you did that though, you glanced to your side, the early morning sun that crept through the thin curtains casting perfectly over Gabriel’s sleeping face, making you smile softly as you still couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating an archangel.

If someone had told you back when you first met him, when he was making people believe they were being abducted by aliens and having alligators roam about the sewers, that you’d be here with him now you’d have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, nestled beside one of God’s first born angels in bed after a night of… Fun. And honestly? If you could go back and do it all over again, you wouldn’t change a thing as there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be than right here next to him.

Well actually, there was one place you’d rather be right now and that was the bathroom. You may have stared dreamily towards Gabriel a little too long and now you were on the verge of being unable to control your bladder anymore. You swung your legs out of bed, wincing at the sudden coldness that cascaded over you, erupting your skin in fierce goosebumps that could be seen from a mile away, they were that prominent.

Your feet hit the linoleum floor with a soft thud, sending a chill straight up your legs as they carried you around the bed. You grabbed the first article of clothing you could find on your way across the room, of which most of your clothes had been scattered about last night in yours and Gabriel’s vigorous attempts at speeding things along as it had been a while since you last saw each other.

It didn’t click in your head that you’d picked up Gabriel’s shirt. The dark red button down that the angel favoured so much, which was evident by how often he wore that same outfit as he never had any reason to change. He didn’t sweat, not like humans did. He was able to clean them up with a click of his fingers should they get bloody or dirty, therefore he could wear the same clothes for a lifetime and never once need to change them.

And you were totally not jealous of that at all. (You were.)

But anyway, you didn’t seem to realise that you were wearing it, not until you left the bathroom, feeling much better, and spotted him sitting upright against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest and a rather cheeky grin on his face.

“Look at you…” Gabriel exhaled, trailing his eyes up and down the length of your body, drinking in the sight of you hidden away beneath his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were purposely trying to turn me on.”

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled, hurrying towards the bed again as even though your top half was covered, your legs were still bare and you always did get incredibly cold feet.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” Gabriel pointed out, watching with amusement as you slowed down on your travels across the room and glanced down at yourself.

He could see that smile itching to rise on your slowly blushing face. The way your hand landed on your stomach telling him it was fluttering beneath the fabric of his shirt and it was only then you both came to realise that even after the years you’d been seeing each other, you’d never once worn an article of his clothing.

“I was cold.” You said shyly, dipping your face to hide it from him.

You didn’t know why it felt so… embarrassing to be caught wearing his shirt given the things you both did together, but perhaps it was because it was seen as a more romantic thing than inherently sexual is what made you a tiny bit nervous as to his reaction.

“There’s no need to be shy, hotstuff.” Gabriel said playfully, cocking his head a little to motion for you to come towards him. “Not when you look far better wearing it than I ever could.”

He held out his hand the closer you got to him, pulling you onto his lap the second your fingers brushed and the moment you landed on him he could feel the goosebumps on your legs as they straddled him. His hands were quick to delve beneath the material, holding you close to him and allowing his own body heat to help warm you as he kissed you.

“Mhm, you like seeing me in your clothes, don’t you?” You teased, your shyness gone instantly as your arms slinked around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “In nothing but your clothes.”

“You’re damn right I do, baby.” Gabriel whispered, the hotness of his breath puffing out over your lips before he took them in his again, kissing you with enough heat that it was like your entire body went up in flames. “It’s almost better than seeing you without any clothes at all.”

He kissed you once again, his hand trailing its way up your back, his fingers ghosting over the bumps of your spine in a way that had you shiver beneath his touch. Your own hand slipped from his hair, dropping between your bodies as you slowly began to pop open each button, something Gabriel was well aware of given how his lips rose beneath yours as he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s safe to say that what happened after that final button popped open, the way your bodies pressed tightly together; each brush of his lips and graze of his hands over every inch of your skin, was enough to make you forget all about the cold. And enough to make you want to wear his clothes forever as after that, you were pretty sure you’d never feel anything but hot ever again.

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N rubbed his horse’s face in comfort, trying not to attract attention to himself from the other past winners of the Hunger Games. It doesn’t work so well. “Y/N.” The young man turned his head and was met with Finnick Odair’s sea green eyes. They’re possibly the greenest eyes that Y/N has ever seen. Greener than grass or the leaves in the trees. “Hello, Finnick. Or is it Mr. Odair?”

He chuckles and gets closer to him, tossing a sugar cube from his left hand and into his right. “Do you want a sugar cube?” He has his hand sticking out in offering, but Y/N doesn’t take it. It’s then that he notices that Finnick’s outfit left little to the imagination. “I mean it’s supposed to be for the horses, but I mean who cares about them, right? They got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I… Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quickly.” He licks it in a slow manner and tries to pretend like he’s not seducing Y/N with sugar.

Finnick Odair was as close to a living legend as you could get. He won the sixty-fifth Hungers Games when he was only fourteen years old. That already put him at a higher advantage than Y/N. His beauty was also the key to his success. Tall, athletic, with bronze skin and golden hair, Finnick Odair was a force to be reckoned with, despite his flirting attitude. He won the games with a silver trident that was given to him by sponsors. In a matter of days, the crown was his and the whole Capitol was drooling over him and his success.

Whatever the case, Y/N wasn’t going to allow Finnick to charm him like he had everyone else in his life. He was beautiful. Stunning. And if Y/N would admit it out aloud; he might even have fallen for him as well. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was the enemy and wouldn’t hesitate to kill or hurt Y/N the second he got the chance.

Y/N shook his head. “No, thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday.” He looks down at Finnick’s outfit. If you could call it that. He was draped in a golden net that was knotted at his groin so he couldn’t technically be called naked, but he was as close to it as you could get. With a pretty ocean blue necklace and a shark’s tooth that hung for a cord. Finnick smiles and looks him up and down. “You look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the handsome little boy suits?” He licks his lips, which probably drives most people crazy.

“I outgrew them.”

“You certainly did.” Finnick agrees. He steps closer and runs a hand over Y/N’s outfit. “Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you… you could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted.”

“Well, I don’t like jewels. Though, I wouldn’t mind a necklace as pretty as that one you’re wearing. And I have more money than I need, so… what did you do with all your wealth anyway?”

“I haven’t dealt in anything as common as money for years.” Finnick tells him.

“Well, then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?” Y/N asked him.

“With secrets.” He told him softly. His lips were so close to Y/N’s, that could kiss him if he wanted. And he did. As shameful as that was to admit. “What about you, boy on fire? Any secrets worth my time?” His voice was smooth and husky and Y/N was sure this was how Finnick entrapped all those men and women into his bed. Y/N blushed, but tried to hold his ground.

“None that you would be interested in. Besides, everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself.”

“Unfortunately, I think that’s true.” He smiled sadly as he looked to his side."Though, Peeta and Katniss are coming.” He pops another sugar cube in his mouth and smiles charmingly. "Have a good day, Y/N. I’ll definitely be… catching you later.” He winks and saunters off, but not before he bends down to pick up an imaginary object that he dropped and shows off his muscle toned ass in his net outfit. All other Tributes look on in awe. Y/N looks away with a blushing face.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #hunger games #hunger games finnick #finnick odair #finnick odair x you #finnick Odair x male reader #sam claflin #sam claflin x male reader

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leviachansbaka · 2 years

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how they make you fall in love with them

headcanon, brothers x reader, gender neutral, fluffy

↬ Lucifer

• The fact that you're not already madly in love with him rubs Lucifer the wrong way... How's that even possible? Are you trying to play hard to get? Lucifer doesn't feel comfortable trying to make someone fall in love with him (it's usually the other way around). So he chooses to believe you have feelings for him but doesn't know how to express them well... And he'll try helping you out with that.

• He's taking any chances he can get to take you to fancy restaurants, so you both can eat peacefully without being interrupted as you drink Demonus. Lucifer loves to spend some alone time with you and frequently invites you to listen to his music collection once you're back at the House of Lamentation.

• During weekends once he finally finds free time for himself, Lucifer asks you to visit museums with him, never letting go of your hand. He also enjoys inviting you to theater plays, as he loves watching how your face changes with each emotion you feel. It's also common for him to buy you clothes and accessories he thinks would look good on you. Lucifer appreciates how spontaneous and expressive you can be.

• When he's feeling too tired, his favorite pastime is to try flustering you with sweet messages. And he's found of sending them to you specially before going to sleep.

• Lucifer may ask you to come over to his office so he can hold you close to him for a while. This is enough to make him feel a little bit more energetic.

• If you're on cooking duties, he always passes through the kitchen to check on how you're doing and if everything is fine. Even though he acts angry, he helps you out with the kitchen if necessary (just don't blow things up and everything will be alright).

↬ Mammon

• I mean, Mammon has been trying to make you fall in love with him since you first came to Devildom. However, he'll try even more now.

• You know Mammon is now and then inviting you to go with him to his modeling gigs because he wants you to think he looks cool and sexy in front of the cameras. If he notices you haven't bought the magazines he's modeling for, Mammon will buy one for you and slip it inside your backpack during classes. He wants you to want him as much as he desires you.

• After classes, Mammon invites you to go shopping with him. He wants to shower you with gifts and see how you look in different outfits. In his mind, making you wear clothes he bought for you is a way of showing others you belong to him.

• If you're talking to his brothers, Mammon joins the conversation. And if he can't join the conversation because he's away, he sends you messages so you'll pay more attention to him. He loves annoying you.

• Mammon is always trying to convince you to skip classes or homework with him so you both can spend alone time together. If he convinces you to spend time with him, Mammon brings you to his bedroom to watch a horror movie (he's hoping you'll get scared so he can hug you, but it's usually the other way around). And if you decide to ignore him and do your assignments anyways, Mammon will try doing his homework with you. But you'll have to explain everything to him since he never pays attention to classes.

• If Mammon ever notices you're feeling down, he won't leave your side until he manages to make you laugh. And actually, he never wants to leave you alone no matter your mood.

• Mammon frequently asks you to help him with his cooking duties because he wants to show you how he looks cool when cooking. But his cooking skills are not the best, so maybe it's better to eat instant noodles instead.

↬ Leviathan

• Levi wants to make you fall in love with him. However, at the same time, he doesn't want it to happen?? Leviathan has low self-esteem so he wants you to be with someone he believes is good enough for you. However, he doesn't want to see you with anyone but him! Just the thought of you being with someone else makes his blood boil.

• He doesn't actively try to persuade you, though Levi shows his interest in you or does something romantic without realizing it. And obviously, he gets all flustered after noticing he did or said something that insinuates he may have a crush on you.

• He's messaging you frequently to send memes and talk about anime-related topics. He loves hearing your opinion about the shows you're watching and sharing his thoughts with you. It's easy to find him smiling at his phone when talking to you.

• When Levi feels jealous of you because he thinks you're spending too much time with his brothers, he sends you photos of some of his cosplays, asking for your opinion and hoping you'll find him cool.

• You're the first person who comes to Levi's mind when something related to "love" pops up, so he always finds himself inviting you to play dating sims or do romantic roleplays with him. It's easy for him to flirt with you or give you compliments when he sees you both as fictional characters. And since he wants things to be immersive, Levi usually buys things he thinks would look cute on you. If you play until late, he's inviting you for sleepovers, for sure.

• Leviathan is trying to go more to RAD so you both can have more opportunities to walk to school or go back home together. And if there's a school subject you're not doing too well, Levi tries to help you out with that even though he may not be doing pretty well himself.

• When he's on cooking duties, he tries to impress you with recipes from your favorite animes.

↬ Satan

• After seeing how you gently pet the cats on the street, how you patiently care for them and how they act happy when you're around, Satan has decided to try his best to make you fall deeply in love with him. He wants you by his side.

• Satan takes you to his favorite places (mainly libraries, museums, and cat cafes), hoping you'll enjoy them as much as he does. If the weather ever cools down, Satan lends you his jacket. There are a lot of scenes from romance novels that he would like to recreate with you.

• He loves spending quality time with you, even if you're both quietly reading. He likes discussing books with you and telling stories he has read before. Satan is hoping to impress you with his knowledge. And even if you say something stupid sometimes, he still loves you.

• Don't be surprised if Satan invites you to go on a walk when it's raining outside. He wants an excuse to hold your hand as you share an umbrella (maybe he'll even be lucky and find a stray cat in the middle of the way). Just being with you is enough to bring a smile to his face.

• Satan does his best to help you with your studies. If there's something you don't understand well, he patiently explains it to you over and over until you finally get it. He has fun seeing your focused expression and offers to reward you with a kiss after getting his questions right.

• When he's on cooking duties, Satan asks what you'd like to have for dinner before asking anyone else. And he puts a lot of effort into the dishes he cooks for you. Don't forget to shower him with compliments!

↬ Asmodeus

• It's not like Asmodeus has to worry about it. You're already head over heels for him. But oh well, Asmo somehow feels like he may love you more than you love him, so he'll try changing that.

• Since Asmo's powers cannot affect you, this makes him feel a little bit insecure. And the fact that you're the only one able to see him for who he truly is doesn't help calm him down.

• Asmo sends you good morning and good night messages every day. And now he's sending even more selfies of himself to you. He wants you to think about him 24/7, from when you wake up to when you go to sleep.

• He asks you to help him with his homework assignments. Not because he wants to do well in classes, but because he wants to spend more time with you. But Asmodeus doesn't pay attention to your explanations since he's too busy looking at himself in the mirror or staring at you while imagining things you could do together.

• If he's on cooking duties, he asks you to join him. And if you're on cooking duties, he goes to the kitchen now and then to gossip or sits on the counter and flirts with you. Sometimes he tries hugging you from behind and resting his head on your shoulder when you're distracted.

• Asmo is constantly asking if you're already in love with him. He also asks for kisses, hugs, compliments, and cuddles, if you want to play dress-up with him, take a bath and you know how it goes.

• Asmo invites you to go clubbing or shopping when he notices you're free. When shopping, he does his best to spoil you. And if you ever go clubbing with him, he'll try putting on a show just for you.

↬ Beelzebub

• You've helped so much just by your presence. Beel has already noticed that just you being around is enough to bring smiles to everyone's faces, including his. You made him believe he's not some kind of "eating machine" and Beel is very grateful for that.

• Beel already has the habit of offering you food and inviting you to go to restaurants and he loves every second he spends with you. However he doesn't know if you feel the same way, so he'll try doing things a little bit different in hopes you'll reciprocate his feelings.

• You're not the only one feeding Beel anymore, now he's also trying to feed you. It's quite hard for him to not eat your food though, but since he loves you, he manages to control his urges. Even if Beelzebub is not tasting what is in front of him, he's happy watching you eat and your facial expressions overall. In fact, he's falling even more in love with you. And he has fun cleaning your face after getting dirty because of a certain dish. Just make sure to feed him later as well, ok?

• Instead of just jogging with you, Beel is also inviting you to join him on walks. He loves the sensation of holding your hand in his as you walk around the Devildom. Sometimes he even brings a picnic basket, so you both can eat after walking for awhile. Beel thought about bringing Belphie with you, but he doesn't want to share this small moment with anyone.

• Beelzebub always asks you to join him on his cooking duties, so you can keep an eye on him... And he's also trying to join you on your cooking duties in order to make you company. He's afraid of eating everything you make, so he spends most of his time eating snacks rather than cooking with you.

• Beel is not the brightest cookie when it comes to doing his homework. But if you ever decide to study with him, he'll pay attention to everything you say and try his best to help you out with your studies. He thinks you're very smart.

↬ Belphergor

• Belphie has been far more clingy than before, cuddling and hugging you now and then. And when you ask him why he's acting this way, Belphegor says it's because he's feeling too tired to stand still or blames it on the cold weather. The embarrassing truth is that Belphie fell in love with you and hopes you'll grow to feel the same way as him. At first, Belphie was hesitant to express his feelings judging everything that happened in the past, but now he's trying his best to make it up to you.

• Belphegor takes any chance he can get to take a nap with you. He loves holding you in his arms or sleeping on top of you so he can hear your heartbeat. Belphie loves how warm and soft you can be, compared to him.

• If you're ever struggling to fall asleep, Belphie holds you close as he tries to tell you a story or sing you a melody Lilith taught him a long time ago. And when Belphie struggles to sleep, he talks to you through his DDD to calm himself down and sleep peacefully. You're the first and last person Belphegor thinks about before falling asleep and after waking up.

• Belphie loves discussing dreams with you, getting happy when you seem excited about discovering the meaning behind some of them. He also really enjoys stargazing or watching space-related shows with you. And because of that, Belphie invites you to join him once you're free. Belphegor is already quite knowledgeable on constellations, so he's usually paying more attention to how your eyes twinkle with curiosity rather than anything else.

• If you're ever studying with him, he'll tease you after getting one question wrong or not doing too well in classes (he's not doing that to make you feel bad about yourself but simply because he thinks you look cute when you're angry). Belphie will also come up with games where whoever gets the lower grade on a test has to do whatever the other says (including kissing and such).

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #my writing

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 months

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Hello friend! So they have been apparently filming the Madney wedding stuff today, and while on location they did a celebration for their 100th episode! Here’s a few of the photos from it. Beyond happy to see Ryan and Gavin there and with Oliver giving us some nice family vibes. No one is fully sure outfit wise if these are versions of what they will have on during the actual wedding itself, Peter, Aisha, and Angela seem ready to go lol. Oliver would need a dress shirt added and Ryan would well…. need a shirt (I guess 😅💀😂) at all. But, if these are what their characters will be wearing then the fact they made the outfits for Eddie and Buck be complementary colors to each other has me feeling insane lol.

Thank you my friend, @mattsire for the ask. I did see the videos and the pics from the 100 episodes celebration and I have lots of questions.

First, I was trying to figure out what happened to RG's shirt (he isn't wearing one), his suit and his hair? Second, if they are in Madney wedding attire, why is OS not wearing a tuxedo and what happened to his suit (both of their suits are dirty)? Buck’s and Eddie’s attire makes it seem like they were involved in a rescue or something else 👀. Third, why is GM not wearing wedding attire? Is Chris not going to the wedding?

Is Buck not part of the wedding party or did something happen that relates to TM's comment during the TCA interview about everything "going smoothly" during the wedding because AH is dressed fabulously? Since Hen is Chimney's best friend and her and Buck had that conversation in 6x16 about who would stand beside Chimney as best woman or best man on his wedding day, it presents more questions.

Also, Mr. Lee wearing a suit with a blue necktie and a shirt and handkerchief with blue in it shows he's Chimney's dad and since there's no sign of Sang Han or Albert 👀, it simply added even more questions than answers.

Especially, since the actor who plays Phillip Buckley was/is on set.

I did notice AB and PK are wearing green and blue 👀 so if they're in wedding attire, then they're wearing the 6x13 couple's/ships' colors of love (post linked here).

The show or celebration coordinators could/should have let them get changed for the occasion instead of doing it while they were still in character.

Anyway, I have a lot of thoughts about episodes 7x5 and 7x6 and I'm still debating if I will do posts on them.

Thanks for the ask and whenever the wedding episode is going to take place, it seems like it's going to be interesting.

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phoenixcatch7 · 10 months

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So there's an actual in game reason you can't get lynel weapons anymore??

So I was looking over the monster statues, just examining the design, when I notice something I'd seen but never really twigged:

Those are nuts and bolts. Huh. That's not natural, that's been added on. In fact, you can still see part of the original scratchy lynel horn from botw underneath, even if it has mutated a bit like all the other horned monsters.

See, lynels, with lizalfos in a lesser way, are the only enemies in the game with the intelligence and cunning to forge weapons. A lizal can only manage one boomerang, shield or bow with varying spikes and occasionally repurpose some hylian armour (and often loot anyway), but lynels are capable of creating their own unique metals and using it to completely outfit themselves. Armour, bows, shields, spears, clubs, and swords, complete with sheaths and harnesses and decoration!

But in totk the particularly pointy ones are missing, leaving only shields, armour, and bows. Their weapons were subject to the Decay as well, but instead of trying to use them anyway, what did they do? They broke down their own weapons and repurposed them as enhancements to their own horns! Extra defence and a new devastating attack!

But... For what reason? They could have kept using those weapons just fine, everyone else is! It probably would have been more practical to start attaching things to the end, like the goblins have all started doing (albeit with mixed results, they seem to inordinately favour mushrooms). Why would the most feared enemy in the game feel the need to put more points into defence and intimidation, even sometimes utilising the rock armour?

What would they be feeling the need to so strongly defend from, even to the point of sacrificing huge attack power over it?

...

Link. It's Link.

The 5 nothing hero of hyrule, who built a whole community of speed running, styling on, brutally murdering lynels almost exclusively again and again and again. Moldugas, hinox, talus, they haven't changed a bit! They weren't at the center of every flashy slow mo clip since the first game came out!

But lynels in totk are running scared, they're building bigger horns to look scarier and armour to hide in, because once they need to get their short range weapons out its already over, or maybe link will just stop farming them for top tear weapons XD.

Tldr: unlike other monsters, which have branched out to kidnapping, riding flying monsters and rolling big spiky balls, lynels have gone entirely the other direction in order to try and scare the hero off after the last round of stylish massacres, and attached their old decayed gear to their horns.

Tldr tldr: botw link is the reason you can't get lynel weapons in totk because he scared them too much.

#Sorry lynels! I'm still going to farm you for your loot! Congrats on swallowing your pride enough to use hylian weapons though lol #Don't think I've even seen a blue lynel outside the floating coliseum. Found one in akkala and immediately went hunting for silver pelts.#It's actually hilarious how much the loz community has affected totk. Like there's glitches they've made features there's pranks they pull #There's lots of little changes they've made to the world and physics engine. Sometimes it's funny #Like rehydrated ganon and the new extra revealing outfits. Sometimes it's how elemental effects now continue through the weapon spin.#Sometimes it's assuming lynels just have bigger horns like the rest until you look closer and realised they enhanced them to be Extra Tall #They've started trying to posture like cats that 'totally aren't scared what' because the loz community is utterly terrifying XD #loz #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #loz tears of the kingdom #tloz totk #tloz tears of the kingdom #totk lynel #lynel #botw lynel #botw #tloz #silver lynel #loz theory #long post #lmaooooooo

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cottondo · 8 months

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Fizzarolli x reader | black lace

chapter three ; glitter

When you first got the phone call from Ozzie's, you hadn't expected it. And you definitely weren't expecting the one to call you to actually be Fizzarolli. You told your manager at Loo Loo Land that you had to go home early because of an 'emergency'. He didn't care, so you left early anyway.

With the fact that you were going to be ON STAGE, NEXT TO FIZZ, you had to make sure that you looked good. Your hair was done up, makeup on point, and your outfit was sexy. Even if you were going to be changed into something else for the stage, you wanted to make sure that Fizz saw you in the hottest state you could possibly be in.

Your phone screen lit up, and you saw the text glowing on the lock screen.

[ UNKNOWN NUMBER ] :

— It's fizz. You here yet?

Your heart skipped a beat, and your excitement returned. He texted you. Fizzarolli fucking texted you!

You smile, bringing the phone up to your face and typed back,

TO: [ UNKNOWN NUMBER ]

— at the doors

The bright blue sign buzzed above you, shining the name of the man held responsible for the club. When you walked inside, it was loud. Glasses clinked together, demons and imps chat at their tables, and even some music was playing overhead. Your steps were timid, yet, there was a way that you held yourself, that still made you look confident.

Your gaze skipped across the room, until it landed right on Fizz. He was looking around the room, eyes curious. You came to realize that . . he didn't know what you looked like.

How the hell was he supposed to find you?

This left some ideas running through your mind, but you figured playing it cool would be best. As much as you wanted to run up to him, and tackle him to the floor in kisses, it wasn't ideal. He'd probably kick your ass out as fast as he could.

You put on the most confident smirk you can, and walked up to him with ease. Using a finger, you tap on his shoulder and hold back the excitement growing in the pit of your stomach. "How were you supposed to know who to look for, if you don't know what I look like~?" You tease, leaning over to his shoulder.

He turned around, first glancing to what touched his shoulder. After finding out it was a hand— his eyes quickly followed up your arm, and to your face, eyes widening. "Oh- - shit." He stumbled back one step, and while being wide eyed, checked you out. "You're the one I called in?"

You nod. The smile wasn't able to hold back any longer, and breaks through your little confidence act. He nods, giving you another look up and down. "Good choice on my end. You're gonna be getting us lots of attention tonight."

If you could have, you'd faint. You held yourself together, though, and laughed instead. "That 'a good thing?" You tease.

He smirks a bit, hand on his hip. "Oh yeah. Kid, I'm almost sorry I tossed out your application."

Shit. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered, or kind of mad about that. You shrug instead, thinking of a better comeback. "I am too."

He eases into a weaker smile, and nudges you to follow him. "So, what the hell are you doing working at Loo Loo Land? I went through your resume again tonight after fishing it out of the garbage, and . . yeah. Y'know, I'm still looking for the fucker that burned that place down."

You walk beside him, noticing as he picks up the pace through some of the crowd. The clientele was staring at you both.

He really didn't have to rub it in your face that he clearly didn't want to pick you for the job tonight. However, it was done, and he did. So that's all that mattered now.

"Oh, that place. Uh, I'm actually the tech for . . your robot double. Apparently the managers over there worked pretty fast to get the place back up and running. It was under construction for a while." It was almost embarrassing to admit it to him, but working on his double might come off as weird. You wished you could take it back, but it was too late.

Fizz almost tripped, catching your eye and frowning with a hint of concern. "What?" A short laugh breaks through his words, "So, you've got the experience with me, then, huh?" He snickers.

You decide to laugh along with him and nod. "I guess you could say that."

"Great, I'm sure you're already sick of seeing my face, then." He rolls his eyes playfully, and pushes open a door to the employee rooms for you. You sneak past him under his arm, and smile. "Pshh . . only a little bit." The smirk from over your shoulder caused him to tilt his head to the side and smile back. "I figured."

He guides you down the hallway, up to a room with his name on it. You glance it over once before he steps inside, nudging for you to follow. The door shuts behind you, and you take a quick look around. Different outfits, props, ash trays, and other objects, lay around the room in an organized fashion. It smells like cologne, and smoke.

You absolutely adore it.

"So, here's the deal." Fizzarolli snaps his fingers, and it brings you out of the trance you've been in. "You're going to be my show girl! I'm gonna throw flaming arrows at you, and you're going to do your best to not get hit."

Suddenly, your eyes widen a bit. "Really-?"

"It'll be a piece of cake, doll. Don't worry." His hand waves you off, arm ribbed and bending freely. Fizz turns his back to you, and digs through a cardboard box situated on the floor. You watch nervously as he pulls out an outfit similar to his. Except . . it was a two piece. You'd be sporting his colorful stripes, only it was a tight fitting, two piece, that showed lots of skin. Hot.

"Change into that, and you'll be good to go." He shoves it into your hands. When you felt his fingers touch yours, you ignore all the worry and focus on him instead.

"Okay, cool. Should I find a bathroom or—"

"This is a dressing room, honey. You're gonna have to get used to demons staring at your ass. I'm not looking, don't worry." You catch him rolling his eyes, facing away from you to work on something else.

'Wish you were.' You think to yourself.

You idle there for a quick moment, and bite your bottom lip. "Okay."

Stepping back a few feet, you look around in the darkness of the corner, and slip off your bottoms, holding up the new outfit you'd been chosen to wear. "So, aren't we supposed to practice the act or whatever?" You ask, slipping into the new cheeky shorts. You pull them up and over your hips, and button the high waist.

"Yeah, scratch that." Fizz looks himself over in the mirror, catching your gaze for a split second. Noticing your eyes, he looks away again. "Too many people got here early tonight. I wasn't expecting that to happen. You must be a bad luck charm."

That made something sink in the pit of your stomach, but you brush it off as just a joke. "Nah, I'm the best damn good luck charm you'll ever get." You smirk at his reflection in the mirror and begin to take your top off.

He shrugs, looking away again. "Call yourself what you want, I guess. At least you're doing good for my robot double. I mean, I've heard he's been in some pretty good shape now."

You smile to yourself, slipping the new uniform top on. It was a bit snug, but that was fine. You fix any wrinkles it had, and smooth out the material. "He's still pretty glitchy, I can't even lie." You look up from the shirt, and gaze at him through your sight in the mirror. "Allot of demons really like it though." Your shoulder shrugs. You meet him at the vanity, hanging your previous clothe pieces over a chair, and stand beside him in the mirror to look over your makeup, and of course, check out the new outfit on you.

Fizz watches curiously.

"Allot of them like my doubles, too. I make more money selling those things, than what Loo Loo Land makes." Fizz crosses his arms cross his chest. Having him watch you fix up your makeup felt weird, but in a good way. Part of you was still in total disbelief that this was even happening right now. And getting used to it would be an A-okay thing from now on.

"Freaks that they are. Robots can't be hot." He shakes his head through a little snort.

You turn to look at him, leaning a bit closer to his side. "They can when they look like you." Your smirk catches him off guard. Fizzarolli's eyes widen a bit, and he looks at you with a stiffened back. "I guess you're right. I am pretty hot." He relaxes, waving a hand to back up his statement.

Hot was a total understatement.

"I mean, you're not wrong." You look down at the counter of his vanity, and smile to yourself.

He was so much better in person. RoboFizz was nothing compared to him. The real deal.

"You can say that again, sweetheart." He chuckles to himself, turning his sight away from you, and back into the mirror. You'd gladly repeat it if you really had to.

You smile to yourself instead.

Fizzarolli takes a small container of glitter off of the vanity counter, and looks it over. "Here, slap some of this on. We gotta make you look stage ready." His finger dips in the dish, covering it in colors of silver and gold.

You turn to face him and he holds up a hand, the one free of makeup grabs your face, claws closing tight around your jaw. His other hand, fingers dipped with glitter, nears your eyes.

You hold as still as physically possible. Trying to settle the jittered breathing was the hardest part- - your pulse would easily give it away, if he could feel it, that you were flipping your shit over him.

"I thought I already was." You tease, snorting some laughter. He swipes a few fingers across your face and places the sparkling shimmer where he figured would look good. "Well yeah, but on stage you need to really glow." Fizz shrugs a shoulder. "Now hold still."

"Okay." You speak softly.

Concentration on his face, you blink innocently up at him as he puts a little force into the design on your skin. You gently closed your eyes as his hand travels up to your eyes. Swiping some glitter over your eyelids, he then dusts it on your cheekbones, and exposed chest, with one of the vanity makeup brushes.

"Alright, kid." He steps back, narrowing an eye with thought as you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. It was cute, and he was definitely right; it made your face pop allot more. You nod, smiling at him. "Cutee."

Fizzarolli nods, flicking his tail from behind. "Now, going over some things on your application . ." He shifts his view to the papers that had been sitting on the countertop. Your own gaze travels over to it.

There may have been a few little lies on that. Yes, you've had the experience of working at Loo Loo Land, and yeah, you helped out on stage before over there. But you've never done anything extravagant; like, have flaming arrows fly at you. You just really wanted the job.

"Mhm?" You look over his shoulder and catch his gaze again.

"Where else have you worked that's in the dancing industry?" He asks.

Thinking back, it had been a while, but you did have some stripping experience as one of your first jobs in hell. You needed some quick cash, and that was your answer.

"I worked for someone a while back in the lust ring. He owned a club." You shuffle back and try to forget the thoughts. "Uh, I did some private dancing there for a while."

Fizz must have noticed the discomfort in the features before pressing on, because you saw the way his face cringed for a brief moment. "Great! So, you can do pole tricks, right?"

You weren't exactly a master at it- - but it was easy enough for you to do again. A year long experience with it in the past, you'd be able to do it again without getting too many bruises this time.

"Yeah! Totally." You smile.

"Great, that's all we need." He pushes the papers back into the trashcan underneath the counter, and you watch them flutter down. Shifting your attention back to Fizz, he steps away from your side, and places his hands on his hips. "So, I'm gonna have you on the pole, and you're going to dance. When I shoot the arrows, you're going to dodge them. Easy enough, right?" He grins a bit. You nod. "Sure."

"Maybe I tell some jokes in between sessions, but whatever the audience wants more of." His hand rolls while talking, and you earn more interest. "Usually, they just want the sexy stuff."

You tilt your head to the side in interest. "Do you have any jokes written down?"

He stops at that question, and turns to you curiously. "Some . ." With brows slightly scrunched together, he gives what seems to be an uneasy smile. Maybe it was suspicion?

"You care about my jokes?"

You offer him a softer smile in turn, laughing lightly. Of course you cared about his jokes. Him starting our small as a little boy in the circus industry was what really caught your attention all of those years ago.

Just an IMP trying to make it. And he did.

"Well, yeah. They're the best part of your acts." It was all true, and you clearly meant it.

Fizzarolli nods silently, slowly. Just as he was to speak up again, there was a knock on the door. You turn your head and he slouches. "What is it?"

A little demon pops his head in, looking around the room. He spots you, then Fizz, and cringes. "Shit, sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You slowly turn to look at Fizz and catch his expression. It was neutral.

"No. What do you need?"

"Ozzie wanted me to wish you good luck. He said he's sorry about not being able to preform tonight, but there's another group coming out later to sing." The man steps in the doorway now, hands holding a clipboard.

Fizz nods along, thinking back. "What group?"

"It's Verosika Mayday. The audience is pretty excited about it." He says. Then, two eyes land on you, and smirk. "So, is this your new side piece?"

Oh shit. You really are working with the big boys now. You finally fucking made it! It took some time, but you're here! Now, all you have to do, is just stay calm, and don't get in the way, and—

"No." Fizz scrunches his face at the man. "Y/N's here for a one night stand-in. I needed someone to cover for Ozzie's act tonight."

The mood ended fast, and suddenly, your body shattered in your step.

That's all you were to him? Just . . a stand-in. oh.

"Sure . . well, I'll leave you to it, then!" The demon laughs, nudging Fizz in the arm, before turning on his heel and making his exit out the door. Fizz slams the door shut behind him, and rolls his eyes, turning back to you.

It was more than obvious that Fizzarolli didn't like the guy— or, well, demon. He lets out an irritable sigh and steps around your idling frame in the middle of the dressing room.

"Hey, sweetheart,"

You snap back to reality and turn to face him. "Yeah?"

"Let's get this show on the road."

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rosypenguins · 24 days

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My last post didn’t do my thoughts justice. I have more to say regarding this.

First, I have to talk about this boy’s insecurities. Because my god does he have them. His egotistical and cocky attitude? It’s all a front.

Because whenever we see him brag about himself, it’s usually either about his money, his possessions, or his achievements. He never brags about his own qualities. Likely because he doesn’t view himself as anything worthwhile.

It is also confirmed Drew has issues at home, and just based on his controlling attitude and his atrocious comforting skills (“Whoever recorded you did you a favor.” DREW NO-) I believe his parents are either absent entirely or neglectful as hell. (They probably shoved a credit card in his face every time he cried.)

Anyways, this is all to say that Drew doesn’t really find happiness in himself or his family. So who does he turn to for emotional stability? His friends.

And when TMF started, Drew was at his high point. He was confident in his friendships, and had a sense of security, which is why he had the motivation to dress nicely. He felt good, so he wanted to look good.

But in episode five, his outfit changes. And the first thing we see him do is talk about how Zoey’s been acting odd. And only a minute or so later, he accuses Jake of preferring the company of others over him.

This interaction immediately shows Drew’s growing insecurities regarding his relationships, and as mentioned previously, without these relationships, he essentially has nothing. When Drew’s relationships feel unstable, he feels unstable. And he loses that motivation to put himself together, instead opting for something he can feel comfortable in.

As the series progresses, we don’t see too much of Drew and Zoey’s relationship, but it doesn’t exactly seem like it’s functioning well. Zoey seems more interested in spending time with Lia, and anytime Drew’s with them, he seems bored out of his mind.

I also believe Drew knows he’ll never be as close to Henry and Liam as they are to each other. Even though they’re all friends, we mostly see Liam and Henry stick to one another, and I’d imagine it’d leave Drew feeling almost like a third wheel. Especially knowing Liam and Henry went to middle school together, while Drew didn’t. (Due to the fact Henry didn’t recognize Hailey in the comic episode, meaning he didn’t go to middle school with her, and by extension, Drew.)

The relationship that seems to mean the most to Drew is his and Jake’s. Jake’s his best friend. Jake’s the one he sits next to in class. The one he whispers to and gossips with. The one he partners with for assignments. The one he’s the most protective of. It’s obvious that this relationship is the one that means the most to him. The one that gives him the most security. And from this point onwards, we see this relationship crumble. Jake continues to avoid him, and the more possessive Drew becomes, the further it pushes Jake away.

And I find it interesting how Drew is almost unable to fathom Jake leaving him for someone else. Specifically, for someone they both bullied. Instead of questioning Jake, or even himself, he villainizes the Music Club. He doesn’t want to believe Jake would leave on his own, and instead comes to the conclusion Jake is being manipulated. Until, of course, Jake accuses him of the recording and fails to apologize even AFTER finding out Drew was innocent. (Jake why?)

And after everything, Drew breaks things off with Zoey, and cuts Jake out of his life. Two people he thought he could trust, gone.

TLDR: Drew is co-dependent on his friends and his clothing reflects how slowly but surely, both his relationships and his own mental state crumble, until he’s left with nothing.

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uravichii · 2 years

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how they react when you try on clothes with them!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, humor, a little suggestive, informal writing lmao, literally just them hyping u up (as they should 😡)

note/s: help i hate this but it's been sitting in my drafts since march 😟 anw we stan kirishima n shouto in this household thank yew

bakugo katsuki would (try to) remain nonchalant throughout the whole thing. he'll be on his phone the whole time, grumbling here and there, though you've caught him staring over his phone multiple times. when you struggle with zipping up dresses or tying belts, he'll just stare for a good five minutes before grabbing your waist and aggressively (without hurting you ofc) helps you with your clothes. he'd definitely tease you with, "up or down?" while having the zipper in his hand and resting his chin on your neck, peering over with a smirk. once katsuki decides to participate more, he commits. when he doesn't think the outfit suits you, he'd shoot endless insult and remarks on the clothes, never on you. in fact, you'll hear a lot of "no, not this. you're too good for this garbage of a scarf." "the fuck is this cardigan? ha?! you're too good for this shitー what are you so pretty for anyway?!"

kirishima eijiro would just be beaming at you the whole time. he doesn't even give actual feedback on anything, he's just thrilled to be there. you"ll hear a lot of "that's pretty!" "oooh nice!" other times he'll just give you the brightest smile and put up his thumbs like, "yes. 🤩👍‼️ we love that." he'll instantly offer to take photos of the outfits for you, though most of them ended up focused on your face, and barely the clothes. eijirou lives for the growing smile on your face the more he takes photos and compliments you. you don't know whether to fawn or get annoyed over that because now you have 30 photos of your face with nearly the same expression in each one and not one proper photo of your clothes. 😔

you trying on clothes with a kaminari denki is just chaos. like kirishima, he thinks you look good in everything except he's a lot louder about it. every outfit, every little accessory you add, he's cheering and clapping like a seal. "BABE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!" "YES, I LOVE THAT ONE" "SLAY 👹‼️" with little cheek and forehead kisses occasionally because other than screaming it, he doesn't know how else to deal with how gorgeous you look ! he'll actively insist on accessorizing you (if you're okay with it, doing your hair's his favorite) trying on clothes together and hyping each other up as loud as you can has now become the newest love language between you two.

todoroki shouto's a lot more peaceful than everyone else. he won't give much feedback except for, "you look beautiful, love." and "that one's nice, i think." but you can tell he enjoys being there. he'll instantly turn the other way when you change into another outfit and asks every time, his cheeks tinted pink, if you'd prefer him out of the room instead. when you walk up to him to clip his bangs with a hair pin that didn't match your outfit, he just lets you, later re-adjusting the tiny accessory so it wouldn't fall off. and just when you think your boyfriend couldn't get any cuter, a week later you're faced with a very enthusiastic shouto, showing you his pinterest account with tons of outfit ideas he saved specially for you.

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therealcocoshady · 2 months

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Recovery - Chapter 15

In the following weeks, you saw Marshall often. You made a point not to avoid him, even though you were still a bit heartbroken over the fact that he was dating someone else. However, you tried not to let it show, and he probably didn’t notice anyway. You didn’t have too much information on Nicole or that date. To be honest, he didn’t seem too keen on sharing those details, and you weren’t really in the mood to ask either. Of course, if he decided to share, you’d be a good friend, but you didn’t really see the point in putting yourself in a position of being sad. You were only thankful that you hadn’t confessed your feelings to him. That would have been awkward to say the least. You got to spend time with him whenever you hung out at the studio (which was rather frequent) , when he visited Jamal and Talia or when you were invited to anything anyone from the group organized. The only thing that had really changed was that you were never alone and that you made a point of not being too close to him physically, but he didn’t seem to mind. You weren’t even sure he noticed any difference anyway… You thought it would be best not to be all over each other all the time. Once again, there was no point in setting yourself up for heartbreak. If he had asked that woman on a date, it clearly meant he didn’t like you as much as you thought he did, or as you hoped he would. On a Sunday afternoon, you joined everyone at Marshall’s to watch the latest Lions’ game on TV. Initially, you weren’t too keen on going, but Marshall had convinced you to come. For some reason, he was really intent on turning you into a football fan. You weren’t the sporty type and couldn’t really care less, but everyone would be there, so you figured that even though you may not really enjoy the game, you would enjoy the company.

When you arrived at his place with Talia and Jamal, you were greeted by Hailie, who you recognized from pictures Marshall had shown you.

Hi Hailie ! Talia said before giving her a quick hug.

Hey guys come in ! The game is about to start, she said.

She looked really good and, as you quickly looked at her, you could see she had inherited some of Marshall’s features. They looked a lot alike.

Hi, I’m Hailie, she introduced herself. I’m the daughter.

I’m Y/N, you replied politely. I’m Talia and Jamal’s roommate, you explained.

You entered the house and greeted everyone. Marshall was dressed casually, with black sweatpants and a Lions hoodie that brought out the blue in his eyes. He was painfully attractive and you tried not to stare too much. Everyone was sort of matching his outfit, as they were all wearing some Detroit Lions merch. You were the only one who didn’t. You were actually dressed in leggings, UGG boots and your hoodie from University.

You went to uni here ? Hailie asked as she saw the logo. I actually have the same hoodie !

Yeah. I’m a PhD student here, actually, you explained.

What are you studying ?

Communications. It’s my last year !

Are you kidding me ? She asked. One of my best friends is a PhD student in communications too ! His name is Josh. Do you know him ?

I do ! You said with a smile. We worked together on a paper last year. He is amazing !

The guy she talked about was very nice. He started his PhD work in the same year as you did and you had a blast working with him. He was by far one of the smartest persons you had ever met. And it didn’t hurt that he was really attractive as well. You and Hailie spent some time talking in the kitchen. As it turned out, you were the same age, born six months apart and had graduated the same year. You actually knew some of her friends and had attended a few of the same events and venues on campus, though you had never talked or noticed each other.

I can’t believe we never actually met before today, she said. We have probably crossed paths hundreds of times without knowing.

I know right ? That is so weird.

So, how come I have never seen you around here if you hang out with Dad and the whole team ? She asked with curiosity.

Well, I only started hanging out with Marshall and the studio crew recently, you explained. I moved in with Talia and Jamal a few months ago, after I broke up with my boyfriend.

It’s crazy, everyone seems to be breaking up, these days, she said. Josh broke up with his girlfriend of six months a couple weeks ago.

Oh ? I hope he’s ok, you said with a smile. Although I wouldn’t be too worried for him. He probably won’t be single for too long…

I know, right ? Do you guys get along ? She asked.

Yes, you said. I mean, we don’t really hang out too often, but we’ve worked together in the past and it was great. He is really nice too. I really like him. I think he might actually be the person I talk to the most, on campus.

We’re going for drinks to cheer him up tonight. You should come ! She offered.

Oh, I don’t want to intrude, you said with a giggle.

You won’t ! You guys know each other and… I’m not going to lie, you are totally his type, she added.

Good to know, you said as you blushed a bit.

I could gladly set you guys up on a date, she offered. If you’re single, that is.

Uh… sure, I guess that could be fun, you said. I think drinks tonight might be a good start.

The two of you kept on chatting for a while, and you couldn’t help but think that, if you had met earlier, you would have been the best of friends. After all, it wasn’t too surprising. She was a lot like her dad, only more cheerful. He entered the kitchen and smiled at you.

Glad to see the two of you are getting along, Marshall said with a smile as he grabbed a couple of drinks in the fridge.

We’re actually going for drinks tonight, Hailie said.

So now you’re stealing my friends, uh ? He asked his daughter.

Well Y/N and I do have friends in common, Dad. And I’m sure she’d rather hang out with people our age instead of old crones like you, she joked.

You have no idea, you said jokingly.

Very funny, Y/N, he said as he rolled his eyes. You girls better get to the living room, the game is about to start.

You sat down next to him as you watched the game. He tried to explain the rules of football to you and you tried your best to understand, but it was all a bit blurry to you. You understood what a touchdown was, but there was something about the yards that didn’t make sense to you. You silently cursed the Americans for their misunderstanding of the metric system. Still, you had to admit that the game was entertaining, as well as everyone’s passion for it. They seemed excited about every move the players made, and they were so involved you could have sworn they were part of the team, especially Marshall. He promised to take you to see an actual game, in person, so that you would finally get the hype. You agreed but didn’t really count on it. In a matter of weeks, he probably would take Nicole instead…

After the game, everyone hung out for a while. You were talking to Talia when he came to get you. You went for a walk in the garden.

So, you finally met Hailie, he said with a smile.

Yes, you said happily. Your daughter is really cool.

I knew you’d get along, he chuckled. Are you sure about going for drinks with her, though?

Do you have a problem with me hanging out with her ? You asked.

No, not at all, he said. It’s great you’re getting along. But, you know, you’re sober and she and her friends… they’re not. They’re responsible but still, I want to make sure you’ll be ok.

Worried much ? You said jokingly.

Well, yeah, he admitted. I know this shit can be hard. Plus, you know… I’ve been worried about your sobriety when we weren’t talking.

Really ? You asked surprised.

Of course. I mean, me talking about you overdosing… that was a shitty move, he said sheepishly. Especially a week after a relapse.

Well I think I did pretty well, you said with a smile. I don’t want you to worry. I think I’ll be ok. Plus, I’m often around alcohol, you know ? When there are events at university, stuff like that. So, really, I’m good.

Good then, he said before kissing your cheek. I’m proud of you, Y/N.

That evening, you joined Hailie and her friends for drinks. Josh was happy to see you and reconnect. The two of you talked a lot about your respective research and the struggles of being PhD students. The conversation was easy going and you really enjoyed the moment. Hailie and her friends were so nice too. For the first time in weeks, you found yourself forgetting about Marshall, even though it was ironic since you were hanging out with his daughter.

The night came to an end and you said goodbye to everybody, especially thanking Hailie for the invite. Josh walked you out of the restaurant to get a cab.

We should hang out more. I had a great night. Can I see you again ? He asked.

Sure. Feel free to come by my office on campus, you said with a smile.

I meant, like, on a date, he added.

We can grab coffee on Thursday if you want, you said before kissing him on the cheek and getting in the cab.

It’s a date, then.

He closed the door for you with a charming smile and you stared at him as the car started. You couldn’t contain your smile, on the way home.

From M : Having fun tonight ?

Reply to M : Yes. Made new friends and drank mocktails :) you ?

From M : Good. Hanging out in the studio with Dre. Working on a couple of songs. He flew in tonight, he’s going back to LA on wednesday.

You smiled as you read Marshall’s texts. Even on a weekend night, he was working. You couldn’t help but admire his work ethic and dedication.

Reply to M : Can’t wait to hear them.

From M : You can come to the studio on Thursday if you want. I’ll play them for you.

Reply to M : Can’t. I have a date :) Friday ?

Josh took you out for coffee and a walk for your first date and it was as if you were in a movie. The conversation, the hand-holding, the flirting and the kissing… it was perfect. You were giddy as you got home and told your friends everything. Talia was nothing but supportive. If anything, she was just as giddy as you. Jamal, on the other hand… he seemed unimpressed.

What about Marshall ? He asked.

What about him ? You and Talia asked at the same time.

You know damn well what I mean, Y/N, he said. There’s something between the two of you. You like him.

Yeah, I do, you said. I mean, he is amazing. But we’re good friends. That’s it.

Bullshit, Jamal said as he rolled his eyes. You aren’t fooling anyone.

I don’t know, Babe, Talia said. I mean, I thought there was something there too but don’t you think Em would have made a move by now ?

Right, you said.

Obviously, you hadn’t said anything about what happened between Marshall and yourself. Talia only knew what had happened during the first movie night, but that was it. The only things your friends knew, they got from watching your interactions.

I’ve known him for a while and he’s never cared for anyone like that, Jamal said as he shrugged. And you, Y/N… I’ve seen you around him. All… cuddly, and flirty and shit. Everybody can see it.

I think we’re missing the important question here : what do you want, Y/N ? Talia asked.

Look… maybe I was a little flirty, you admitted. But there’s NOTHING between Marshall and I. He doesn’t like me like that and that’s fine by me. On the other hand, Josh IS interested in me and is taking me on a dinner date on Saturday night.

It was true. As soon as your first date had ended, Josh had booked the next one. He seemed interested in you and not afraid to show it. It was something you liked, as it left no ambiguity as to whether or not he liked you. And you could definitely use some of that, instead of dwelling on Marshall...

On the next day, you visited Marshall at the studio after you were done with uni work, as planned. He was alone in the room when you arrived. Everyone else had already gone home.

Am I too late ? You asked after you greeted him.

It was unusual for you to see him alone in the studio.

All good. I wanted to stay a bit longer to listen to all of the tracks anyways, Marshall said. We have produced about thirty so far and I’m not sure about some of them.

You sat on the huge leather couch and listened as he played some of the tracks for you. You closed your eyes as you tried to focus.

Thoughts ? He asked after he had played about ten tracks.

I don’t have any, you said.

Well that’s not good, he mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and put his head back as he sighed.

What do you mean ? You asked.

I mean I played you about a third of what I have and it doesn’t even make you think of… anything ? Like, are they that bad ?

No, you said with a laugh. What I meant to say is that I know nothing about music. I wouldn’t know how to differentiate a good song from a bad one. That’s kind of your job, you know ?

Mmmh, he sighed, still not satisfied with the answer.

There are some tracks I like more than others, you said. But that doesn’t mean anything. What matters is your own opinion.

Which ones do you like ? He asked.

Do you really want my input ? You asked in disbelief.

It can’t hurt, he shrugged.

You went over the songs together, as you gave him your opinion on the beats or the lyrics. It was kind of haphazard, as you didn’t know the right words to use. He sometimes proceeded to correct you with a chuckle.

No, that’s not what « reverb » is.

No ? You asked in disbelief. You know… that kind of … sound and the way it goes ?

Yeah, no, I see, he said as he laughed lightly.

It’s crazy. It seems so easy for you, you said.

As you said… it’s my job, he replied with a smile. Like I probably wouldn’t know shit about your work.

Maybe, you said with a chuckle. I think you’d find it a bit boring.

Probably a bit, he admitted. But I know you’re crazy smart.

Believe me, as I’m writing, it feels like I’m unable to string two sentences together, you replied.

Maybe Jack could help you with that.

Who ?

You know… your date, Marshall said. You guys do the same thing, right ?

Ah. Josh, you corrected. I take it that you talked to Hailie ?

Josh, he repeated. Right. Yeah, Hailie might have told me a few things. You guys work in the same field, so maybe he would be able to help you ?

I don’t know about that. I have worked on a paper with him before but showing him my own work and for him to critique ? It’s kind of…

Intimate ?

Yeah.

He smiled in agreement.

So. Are you going to tell me how it went ? He finally asked.

I didn’t realize you were interested in my date, you replied with a smile.

I care about you, Y/N. You know that, Marshall said with a serious voice.

Well it went great. We went for coffee and a walk. We had a great talk. He held my hand. And he kissed me, once.

Once ? He asked in surprise. Just once ?

Yeah. It was a goodbye kiss.

He nodded in understanding. It was a bit weird for you to talk to him about your date. He looked in your eyes as he waited for you to say more.

What ? You asked with an awkward laugh. Want me to describe the kissing for you ?

I’m good, thanks, he said with a grin.

He’s taking me out tomorrow.

So soon ? Damn, he must really like you, Marshall commented with a chuckle.

Well, I am kind of a catch, you said jokingly.

Of course you are, he said with a smile.

He looked in your eyes and he got closer to you. It seemed as if he was about to add something when his phone rang. He looked away as he answered it.

Hey… thanks for calling. yeah, tomorrow is great for me… 7:00 ? … good. Me too. Bye.

He looked back at you.

Sorry, he said.

All good ? You asked.

Yeah. It was Nicole, he simply said, with a casual tone.

You stared at him and tried to prevent your emotions from showing.

I told you about my date. Do you want to tell me about yours ? You asked carefully.

I’m not sure there’s too much to say, he explained. Hailie set it up.

You let out an involuntary laugh.

Your daughter should really start matchmaking business.

You have no idea, he replied as he rolled his eyes. Ever since her mother and I got divorced for the second time, she has been meddling. I can’t count the number of times she tried to set me up with her friends’ single moms. I usually don’t let her but well… who knows ?

He laughed at the memory.

So… want to tell me more Nicole ? You asked.

Actually, I know her from… way back. Her daughters used to go to the same primary school as mine. I hadn’t seen her in years when we ran into her at the hospital. We ran into each other again a few days later when I was out with the girls and somehow Hailie got her to call me. She’s nice.

She’s really hot, you said.

I’m not commenting on that, he said as he rolled his eyes. Is Jack hot ?

Josh, you corrected.

Right. Is he ?

I’m not answering that, you replied with a grin.

You stared at each other and burst out in laughter. Somehow, it felt good to be able to talk to him about it.

So… you like this Nicole ?

She’s nice, he said.

I mean… she must be kind of cool if your own daughter thinks she’s good enough for you right ? You asked.

I guess. We’ll see how it goes. How about Ja- Josh, sorry. You like him ?

I do, you nodded. He is really smart. Kind, too. And… he is really hot, you added with a wink.

Oh yeah ?

Yup.

That’s cool, he said with a smile.

The both of you chuckled.

For real though, how do you feel about dating ? He asked.

What do you mean ? You asked back, puzzled.

Recovery isn’t an easy time. Are you sure you should be dating ? I mean, I don’t mean to be an ass, or tell you what not to do, he said. But maybe you should focus on yourself a bit ?

You stared at him and said nothing for a second. It seemed pretty ironic for him to say that when he had asked you out a while ago, shortly after your relapse, no less.

I like him, you know ? He’s really nice, and, at least, it keeps my mind busy, you said. I think I’m ready to date.

He nodded and smiled softly.

You know… this son of a bitch better be nice to you, Marshall said.

And what if he isn’t ? You wondered.

I’ll make sure he regrets being born, if he ever hurts you.

He’s a gentleman, you reassured him. And Hailie likes him.

Right. Must be a nice dude, then.

You looked at each other, smiling.

You know, if Nicole ever breaks your heart, I can make sure some hair removal cream ends up in her shampoo, you said with a smirk.

What if I’m the one who fucks it up ? He wondered.

I’m sure you won’t, you said. Though if you do end up being an ass… I’ll probably have to dye your beard green in your sleep. Or shave it.

I’ll remember the warning, he said with a chuckle. And I hope it doesn’t happen… It took forever to grow this thing.

You laughed as you gently scratched his beard. He pulled you in for a long hug.

It’s good, he said under his breath.

Yeah. It really is, you confirmed.

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