#rose meme

Thank you!! This is an extremely raw one, so it’ll probably change a bit before I post it, haha, but it’s for a fic I have half-drafted for one of the intimacy prompt fills!

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The second time they’re at a bar, a few drinks in and they’re standing up and Rio’s whispering words she can only half make out in her ear, but his tone is enough to make her shiver, and he laughs, leaning into her so they’re chests are touching, in the way she knows he does because he likes to feel her breasts pressed into his chest.

They’re interrupted by Dags, and Rio drops into a barstool with a sigh, tries to pull Beth back into him, onto his lap, and she fumbles, slides off his leg, and he half lets her, but his hand is tangled in the waist of her dress, thumb hooked in her belt loop, and she turns around and gives him a look which makes him let her go, and he looks - - annoyed.

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aaaaaaaaah thank you!

Peter Nureyev positively glowed in the neon of the hallway, the light glinting off of his fangs as he grinned down at Juno, an expression he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever seen on that sharp face. Juno was used to being towered over by Peter, of course, but the difference in their heights was far more pronounced when he was barefoot and Peter was wearing heels. His long hair—inky black except for the silver streak at his temple—was loose and hanging over one of his shoulders, practically begging for Juno to tangle his fingers into it and drag that smug mouth down to meet his.

But then Juno realized that Peter was not smiling at him like that.

He was smiling at the goddamn rabbit.

“Oh, who is this beautiful creature here I see before me?” Peter exclaimed, and Juno was almost disgusted at how cute his voice sounded, stepping aside and hoping Small Fry bit him.

“You really know how to make a lady feel special, Nureyev,” he grumbled, blowing a raspberry when he pushed past to crouch down in front of Small Fry. “Careful, she bites—”

Juno trailed off as he witnessed Small Fry immediately press close for pets, staring adoringly up at Peter without so much as a growl. 

It was insulting.

“Little traitor,” Juno huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What is this princess’ name?” Peter asked, chuckling as she pressed in for a hug from him, and Juno hated how the image of them like that made his heart stutter.

“Dunno yet, been calling her Small Fry,” Juno said with a shrug, rolling his eyes when Peter gasped.

“Small Fry?! You would call this majestic beauty Small Fry? That will not do,” he crooned at Small Fry. “I will call you Princess from now on.”

The random number generator picked a WIP that’s been sitting around for a while because I wasn’t sure where to take it and it got pushed aside for other things; the filename is Lukanette Kitty Section Reunion and your sentence iiiiis:

Zed trails after them, hand on the railing, taking care to not step on the train of her dress.  By the time she reaches the street, John’s clambered into the passenger’s seat in the front. Chas is shaking his head but goes to open the back door for her, and helps her inside the car. 

“What?” Chas says, settling into the driver’s seat, as John gives a long, suspicious look, apparently taking in the suit and tie, the carefully combed back hair for the first time.

“’s a nice car.” 

“Called in a favor.” Chas shrugs as he starts the engine — it purrs to life, with none of the cab’s endearingly whiny sputtering. "Gotta bring it back untouched, okay? So just — be careful. I'm not in the mood to spend tomorrow getting demon…fluids out of upholstery." 

“Right, yeah,” John says, still thoughtful, as Chas turns into the street. “That why you’re so dressed up?” 

Chas’ shoulders stiffen but all he says is: “Hm?” 

“Bit dressed up just to be playin’ chauffeur, is all. Gettin’ into character, are you?” 

“I’m doing something after dropping you two off, I told you that." 

“Didn’t tell me what.” 

Chas sighs.  “Does it matter?” 

“Apparently it does, mate, since you—“ 

“Dinner.” 

“What?” 

“Dinner. With— Renee’s parents are in town." 

“They don’t know?”

“They know,” Chas says, patiently. “It’s Shabbat. They want a — Renee asked me to be there."