#I’m hoping posting some of it will KICK MY ASS INTO GEAR

[jazzfordshire]

PRACTICAL MAGIC AU?!?!?

ABSOLUTELY, I have had this one in the dome for AGES but only now do I have the brain space for it. I only have one scene fully hammered out and it’s probably going to end up being a multichapter, but here’s a sneak peek:

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"Why would I ever fall in love? I've never seen it do anything but make people miserable," Lena says. "It killed my mother. It's the reason my stepmother hates me."

"None of that was caused by love," Sam argues. “Your mother got sick, and your stepmother hates you because she hates herself and needs to take it out on someone.” She fusses with Lena's hair, starting to make an idle braid in it while Lena scoffs.

"I beg to differ."

"I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself when it happens," Sam says. She finishes the messy braid, combing her fingers through it until it's untangled again. "You're only 11. What happens when you grow up?"

"And you’re only 13. I have magic," Lena shrugs.

"I don't think even magic can do that. You can't just hit an off-switch."

Lena's eyes narrow. She twists around to look at Sam, the cogs in her mind already turning.

"Actually, I think I can."

It's true that no spell exists to take feelings away. Once it's taken root, her mother's book says, love is a stubborn weed. It grows in all the cracks of the heart until it's taken over every inch of fertile ground. But what do exist are spells to give love shape – to mould it, direct it, make it brighter. To call for it to find you. Such spells are complicated, but Lena has always had a natural aptitude.

"So to keep yourself from falling in love, you're…casting a spell to…find love?" Sam says, her face twisted up in confusion as Lena wanders the garden gathering the herbs she needs. It's dark outside, and they're darting between shadows – the garden is here for the kitchen staff to pick fresh ingredients from, and the last time Lillian found her snipping rosemary she was confined to her room for two months.

"I'm calling for a true love," Lena clarifies. "Amas Veritas. I'm binding myself to a person that doesn't exist."

"How do you know they don't exist?"

"They can't. No person can fit all my criteria. And if they don't exist, I can never fall in love with them," Lena says, sifting through her pencil box full of herbs and flora. "I think that's everything I need. Come on."

It's too late for Lillian to be awake, but they tiptoe through the halls anyways until they reach Lena's room. The spell needs open air to work properly, so Lena sets up a circle of lit candles on the balcony, sitting on one side of it while Sam sits on the other playing with one of the lit wicks.

"So who is this impossible love you're calling for?" Sam says, hissing when she doesn't move her finger fast enough to keep from getting singed. "What’s Lena Luthor's soulmate like?"

Lena takes a deep breath, trying to summon the peace and concentration needed for such a complex spell.

"They need to be kind," Lena starts, setting one ingredient after another in the circle. They rustle in the breeze, but don't blow away. Oregano, chamomile, violet. "Marvelously kind. Loyal. And they need to hear my call from a mile away."

"A mile?" Sam says, leaving the candle alone to watch Lena work the spell. Lena has done magic in front of her before, but never anything involving this kind of ritual. "That's pretty demanding,"

"They'll whistle my favourite song," Lena says. A snipping of chamomile. Comfort.

"Which is?"

Lena doesn't answer.

"They're strong. Strong enough to lift…" Lena trails off, thinking. A car? A house? Lena doesn't care necessarily about measurements like that so much as what that strength could do. She wants someone strong enough to keep Lillian away. Strong enough to take her away from here.

"Strong enough to keep me safe," Lena finally decides, adding a clipping of lovage. "They know ten languages. They can hold their breath for 10 minutes. And they can make pancakes in funny shapes. Flip them in the air."

"Okay, that's at least reasonable," Sam says, munching on a few leaves of mint that Lena isn't using.

"They love my favourite pizza toppings."

"And that's asking too much," Sam finishes, tossing the stem over the balcony. "Olives and mushrooms? It's like you're not even a kid."

"They wear glasses," Lena decides in the moment, "but not because they need them to see. And they have blue eyes. The brightest blue eyes in the world."

"I'm more of a brown eyes person," Sam muses. Rather than distracting her, Lena finds that Sam's presence is actually helping her concentrate – keeping her mind happy, rather than dwelling on the anxiety that the idea of such a love brings her.

"And they need a great family," Lena says, her voice cracking a little as she lines up the last few herbs. "A mother who loves them." No, she thinks selfishly as she snaps off an extra piece of lilac – two mothers. Enough to love both of them. "They need to be indestructible. So strong that even a curse can’t take them away."

And finally, the one request that Lena knows will clinch it. She gathers a handful of rose petals, cupping them in her palm.

"Anything else?" Sam drawls.

"Yes," Lena says quietly. She looks up at the sky, the great big empty expanse she's dreamed about escaping to ever since the doors of the Luthor manor first closed behind her. Freedom. "They can touch the stars."

The magic starts to gather as soon as the last requirement is spoken. It swirls around her, lifting the spell's ingredients and floating them around her in a gentle spiral, making the candle flame flicker, before floating skyward. And to her alarm, as she sends the spell into the heavens, Lena feels a slight tug. Like a string tied to her ribcage has been pulled towards the sky, urging her somewhere else.

But it passes quickly. The string dissipates, her call to the sky fading, and Lena knows the spell didn’t work. Couldn’t have.

Perfect people don’t exist.

#practical magic au #I’m hoping posting some of it will KICK MY ASS INTO GEAR

[zanarkandskylines]

Okay I’m back I’m sorry your writing is like cocaine to me idk you’re awesome-

Bakugou x reader where they’re on a mission and it involves a teams of heroes to dress up like Dynamight to confuse the enemy??? Just like Bakugou’s reaction to seeing his girlfriend decked out in his gear like 😭😭😭

but like picture like reader trying to fit Bakugou into a version of her costume too-

Ohkay I’m going even further now- Bakugou and reader wearing formal wear modeled after each other at a Hero’s gala to debut their relationship to the world???? I can just imagine after the mission they just really like wearing each other’s stuff-

Anyways you’re amazing have an amazing day!!

I’m so so sorry this took me so long to get to! You’re the sweetest!! 🥰 thank you so much for rec and coming back! I’ve enjoyed the ideas you’ve suggested so much and hope you like this one. 💖✨

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『 ♡』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ pro-hero au | age 24 | lovers (bf/gf) ꒱ ⇢ bakugo and reader are joking around in their apartment one night when they decide to try on each others costumes! this leads to a fun inspiration for the upcoming hero gala as their agencies recommend for them to reveal their relationship officially. Why not do it in style?

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ no cw minus cursing | fun & fluffy ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~1.1k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

“Ugh, what an ugly shift,” you complain as you’re walking through the front door of your apartment. You’re kicking off your dirty boots in the entryway when Katsuki comes to greet you.

“Long day?” He asks, analyzing how filthy your hero suit is. It doesn’t stop him from giving you a light peck on the lips to welcome you home.

“More like what didn’t happen today. A kid threw up on me, and when I washed that off, some asshole bled all over me when I cuffed him! To top it all off, I tripped and fell into the mud while in pursuit of a robbery. Head first!”

As you’re rattling off the laundry list of shitty things that happened during the day, Katsuki’s silently instructing you to take the suit off. He spins you around, unzipping the neck piece and carefully removing all of your components and accessories.

“I broke my damn helmet in that fall,” you groan, wiping dried dirt from your cheek.

“Better than your head, dumbass,” Katsuki counters. “Ya got extras, no use cryin’ over one of ‘em.”

You shimmy the suit off of your shoulders and pull out of the material one limb at a time.

“You’d think as heroes, there’d be a professional laundry service or something,” you complain, letting your suit crumple on the floor. It comically puffs out a dried cloud of grime.

Katsuki stifles a laugh. “Weird way of sayin’ I do all your laundry. Get your ass in the shower, you reek.” He smacks your barely-covered ass to get you moving, continuing to snicker to himself as you waddle down the hallway.

───

After a long and hot shower, you emerge from the bathroom with a dramatic haze of steam following you.

“Ya done yet, peach? Dinners done,” Katsuki calls from the kitchen, dishes clattering as he’s prepping plates for the two of you. You scamper down the hall to meet him in the kitchen, a delicious aroma filling your senses when you approach the stove. He hands you one of the plates of beef and peppers stacked high on a bed of rice.

“Mmm, you even made me extra peppers!” You chirp, flashing him a cheesy smile. He grins in response and slips past you to sit on the couch.

The news channel is droning in the background during dinner, the news anchors excitedly discussing the upcoming annual Hero Gala - the glitz and glamour side of it, anyways. The Gala itself is an enormous event to celebrate Japan’s hero society and to announce the year’s hero ranking; however, everyone treats it as one extravagant event, red carpet and all.

“I’ve never been to the gala before,” you say before taking another mouthful of rice. “I never qualified to attend until this year. I’m kinda nervous to be…debuting us, if I’m being honest.”

Your agencies had caught wind of your relationship - rather, Katsuki’s assistant accidentally caught you two kissing in his office - and wanted to use you as an opportunity to introduce the “new hottest hero couple.” Agencies care about appearances and tabloid drama just as much as actual hero work. What's hotter than a top hero dating a lower - much lower - ranked hero?

The gala is in two weeks and the two of you haven't settled on what to do about it.

“Th’ agencies wanting to use us as an attention grab is fuckin’ stupid," Katsuki mumbles, brows scrunched in frustration. "Who gives a shit who we're dating? Doesn't affect my ability ta do my job."

He had a point, of course, but that didn't make you any less nervous about it. You were being pressured to have an extremely public date and let "fans" know that Dynamight was off the market. The thought of fans metaphorically bashing your head in wasn't ideal, but whatever gets "ratings," right?

"We might as well just show up in each others' costumes," you joke, rolling your eyes as the news anchor shifts topics to the latest update on another nonsense story.

"That's...not a bad idea!" He shouts, putting his plate on the coffee table and excitedly jogging down the hall to the bedroom. "Where's your backup suit?"

"In the closet, why? There's no way your muscular ass is getting in that tight suit."

"No, dumbass! C'mere!"

You place your plate next to his and get up from the couch, waltzing to the bedroom to see what he's on about. Both your hero suit and his are laying on the bed next to each other.

"What if we swapped colors?" He asked, pointing to the suit designs. "You wear mine and I wear yours. That'll give the media somethin' to yap about."

That's actually...a brilliant idea! The media would absolutely eat up the "bad boy" Dynamight strutting into the gala with his partner's color pallet, especially because your colors were pinks and purples.

You raise an eyebrow to him, smirking as you begin to imagine him in a sharp pink and purple suit. "You do look good in pink, the few times you've worn it."

Katsuki cackles and winks at you. "Course I do, I make anythin' look good."

He immediately calls his agency to request the garments - they agreed wholeheartedly and offered to fund both outfits.

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The night of the gala has finally arrived! There are plenty of news crews from all channels present, huddled around the main red carpet entrance. The scene is bedazzled with flashing camera lights, the shutter sounds of multiple cameras capturing photos in tandem. Your complimentary custom outfits are pristine and Katsuki's hand is in yours as the limo pulls up to the gateway, giving you a soft squeeze to gather your attention.

"It'll be fine, sweets. Jus' follow my lead, 'kay?"

You nod while taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. "Thanks babe."

The limo attendant outside skips to the door, opening it for the two of you and ushering you to the entrance. You're both standing in line behind other heroes awaiting their turn to enter the building, attention already building in your direction. A few minutes go by before one of the hosts motions for the two of you to proceed to the entrance.

Your heart is racing, threatening to burst right through your ribcage as the hot spotlights are covering the two of you. Cameras are flashing rapidly, waves of unintelligible shouting invading your senses - "Dynamight! Over here, look this way!" "Just one this way, you two!" "To the left, please!"

Katsuki's jaw is tense as his eyes are roaming around to satisfy multiple camera men, the resting glare he normally sports on patrol adoring his features. Your attempting to keep a soft smile, posing and waving gently. Suddenly, you're tugged into Katsuki's side, his hand leaving yours and wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his personal space. He spins you to face him, cupping your chin and dipping you backwards as his lips grace your own, holding you in place.

The world around explodes with surprise, the peanut gallery clamoring with questions about the two of you - "Are you two an item?" "Oh! A higher ranked hero and a brand new one!" "What a scandalous amount of PDA!"

When you part, he pulls you back to his side and keeps his hand on your waist while the two of you continue into the gala together. The paparazzi outside are tailing the two of you as they're stopped at the door, shouting for answers as he flips them off over his head.

"Told ya it'd be fine. Now let's fuckin' eat and enjoy the damn night."

thanks again for the suggestion @queenpiranhadon ! ✨

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Cruel Summer; Part 1

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

Summary: The reader comes in from out of town to OBX with her family when she bumps into JJ (quite literally) at a party which spurs an awkward family bathroom situation and a 'get to know you' conversation.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Flirting, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of family death.

Song: "Bellyache" by Billie Eilish

A/n: This fic, by the time I post it, will have been two months in the making. I've been planning and writing it for about a month and I'm so happy that @tee-swizzle helped fuel the fire behind my passion for this character! I hope you guys love it, this is part 1 of 5.

The Outerbanks has always been like a fever dream. 

Warm amber skies, pristine blue ocean waves, green grass and flowering trees, seemingly perfect people. 

It seems that the tourists and the natives are all on the same page, just different parts of town come with different responsibilities and different roles in the socioeconomic hierarchy of the island. Some people get up to go to work their asses off all day, fishing, selling, participating in good, honest blue collar work; but others are trust fund babies, people who hit it rich and decided to buy a big fancy boat and a big luxurious house right on the water. Both are lucky to live there but there’s downsides to each, I’m sure. 

My family is… different.

My grandmother was a family woman. She and my grandfather would chalk up the money to take us to Outerbanks once a year, sometimes every other year depending on if money was tight. My grandfather worked with gears- creating and selling them- and he owned his own business and made an honest living so he was proud to spend it on his family for a nice vacation with his wife and loved ones. 

There were about twelve of us at the time; we’d all pack up our things and make the long journey down to the island with bright smiles on our faces and excitement bubbling in our veins. It was exciting- it was all I looked forward to as a child when school would come to an end in June. I just knew that if I counted down, made the two month paper chain, we would soon venture down to Nags Head to kick back for a few weeks.

When my grandfather died, the family went their separate ways and we didn’t go back on our little adventure for nearly a decade. It was heartbreaking to see my grandmother not even want to touch any of the money the love of her life left behind, money he wanted us to spend on spending time together in his favorite place, but it was just too much for her. And when she died and left a ton of money to my mom and stepdad, we knew exactly what we had to do to make both of them proud. 

We had a trip booked within a month after the funeral, planning to spread both of their ashes in their favorite places on the anniversaries of both of their deaths, which just happened to be one day apart by a decade.

Since we’ve been back we’ve done just that, scattered their ashes (with permission of course) and celebrated their lives as a family; just me, my sister Katie, my mom and step dad, all together under one roof. We’ve played games, gone shopping, gone to the beach (obviously) and overall just had a great time like we would’ve when Katie and I were younger. There is this lingering sadness, it’s no longer a group of us, we’re no longer being corralled by my grandma and grandfather and I kept help but sense this silence that just swarms around us which makes the blue skies look a little darker, the waves a little more violent and the heat a bit more harsh. 

“Are you having fun?” Katie yells loudly over the booming music, long hair whipping in her face as the beach wind blows against us, sending shivers down my spine. I should’ve brought a sweater. 

“Yeah, I’m having fun! Just thinking about how grandma and grandpa would not approve of us getting drunk under the age of twenty one with a bunch of people we don’t know.” Katie’s head tossed back in laughter as she grabs my hands in hers, urging me to sway with her to the music and I let her with a defeated smile. “Like it’s not exactly the safest thing to do.” She gives me a tired, deadpanned look and she reaches out to smack at my arm, disapproving of my caution that I always seem to be stuck with, even in situations like this where I’m supposed to be relaxing and letting loose.

“At least we’re not like the rest of our family, they barely go on any vacations anymore- they’re practically hermits.” I chuckle, letting her twirl me under her arm as my skirt flows in the wind. She’s not exactly wrong- there are pictures all over social media of their bland life, going to their nine-to-fives before coming home and drinking themselves into a stupor. I think that’s called depression but we’re not for technicalities in this family. “Gran and gram would be happy we’re living.” I smile foldly at her with a firm nod, knowing that my grandma would’ve loved the women that my sister and I turned into. We’re free spirits, just like her, taking leaps, smiling at strangers (especially those who are rude or mean), and we’re trying our best to carry on her legacy the best we can, with each other. 

“You’re right.” I fall into her arms, wrapping mine around her in a tight hug as she lets a sigh of relief escape her lips. “Oh that note, wanna do shots?” I ask, pulling a squeal of excitement out of her as she begins to jump up and down, clapping her hands like an excited child. 

“Now we’re talking!” She cheers, dragging in glances from those close to us and I feel my cheeks growing warmer at the unwanted but earned attention. “I’ve trained you well, young Skywalker.” She yells as I walk away, my eyes rolling at her overall silliness.

I sift through the crowd of people, bumping into teens left and right as I try not to stumble onto my ass,  and I can see the bar in sight. So close yet so far. There’s about twenty feet of sand and young adults between me and the bar and I can practically feel the cold steel but before I reach it, I feel a cold substance dump down the front of my shirt and a mess of blond hair in front of me.

“Oh my god, fuck-“ I look up at to see a blue eyed boy, probably my age, standing, shocked, in front of me with a wide eyed look on his face, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he looks square at my chest, or more at the red drink he just dumped down my bra.  “You came out of nowhere.” Definitely should’ve brought a sweater. I’m still standing, surprised, looking at him with wide eyes as I try to think of what to say but nothing can come up but curse words.

“I’m sorry, shit!” I take a step away from him, going to escape and to deal with my awkward embarrassment elsewhere but the attractive stranger reaches out to wrap his fingers around my wrist seamlessly, pulling me back towards him as I gasp, hitting his chest with a firm thud. His eyes are kind and soft, hand reaching up in surrender to show me that he means no harm and, for some reason, I choose to believe him.

“Woah, woah woah- not so fast.” He nods in the direction of the bathrooms, silently offering to help me with the mess that he made and I take a leap of faith, nodding my head, allowing him to lead me hand in hand towards the bathrooms, away from the bar and my sister and the rest of civilization. Alone with a cute, random stranger… Maybe not the best idea to wander off with a random guy at a party but there’s something about him that just makes him so easy to trust.

“It’s fine, seriously, I’ll just go clean it off.” I call out to him as the noise from the party dies down and I jog ahead so I can turn around to look back at him with a shrug but he just looks down at my shirt and frowns.

“Let me help. I feel like a dick.” He pouts, reaching past me to hold the door open to the family restroom and I take one more look back at the party and, when I see Katie talking to a handsome guy, I decide to go ahead and step under the cute stranger’s arm into the bathroom without any questions. I hoist myself up into the vanity with a sigh, head thumping back against the mirror as I avoid looking at my ruined shirt, wondering how I’m supposed to clean up a red stain this big and have it actually come clean. “It’s my friend's drink anyway so I don’t care. I’ll get a new one when I come back from helping you clean up.” 

“My knight in not so shining armor.” I laugh nervously with a gentle blush, watching him pull a few paper towels out of the dispenser before handing them to me and I try to wipe it off but to no avail, the red drink seeping further into my tan shirt with every wipe without care and I look up at the blonde with a frown. He looks nervous, biting at his lip as he watches me rub at the cotton.

“You know it.” He laughs awkwardly, taking the paper towels from me, wetting them before handing them back to me. “What’s your name?” He asks finally, leaning up against the wall in front of me, kicking his leg back to rest on the tile with a dopey smile on his face.

“Y/n. Yours?” 

“JJ Maybank.” How cute. It matches him perfectly, his baby blue eyes and soft blonde hair- the fact that he’s so tall and handsome as hell- like a prince from a Disney Princess movie. Or maybe he’s more like the boy that the Princess falls in love with because he’s not a prince. “Nice to meet you, JJ Maybank.” I hold my hand out to him which he takes almost immediately, shaking it sternly with a bright, pretty smile on his lips. “Wish we could’ve met in different circumstances.”

“Nah, spilling a drink on a pretty girl is sort of par-for-the-course for me.” He blushes, reaching up to rub bashfully at the back of his neck, bicep tensing breathtakingly, and my brows pinch together in a teasing look of confusion, head tilting at him.

“Oh you have a habit of doing it?” I ask with a snicker, watching his face pale, his finger raising to point at me, stopping me before I can get the wrong idea.

“That’s not what I meant.” I giggle, slapping a hand over my mouth as he scoffs, reaching out to slap my knee. “Oh, so you’re funny?” He smiles sarcastically as he sends me a dramatic eye roll. 

After a few seconds of silence, both of our eyes flicker down to my shirt once more to address the elephant in the room and we both wonder for a moment as to how we can clean my shirt or find another one in the meantime. It isn’t until JJ’s pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in my direction that I realize what his idea is. My jaw drops as I look down at the shirt in my lap, not appalled at all but instead incredibly more attracted to him. How chivalrous. 

“Take it.” He offers with flushed cheeks, leaning against the cold wall as I fight the urge to drift my eyes lower, seeing obvious and apparent abs in my peripheral vision as I desperately keep my gaze on his face. 

Fuck me, please. 

“Really?” I ask hesitantly, not sure if I should really just be taking a random person's shirt but I guess if it’s just out of the kindness of his own heart then… sure. He spins around on his heels, subtly offering me privacy as I slip out of my ruined shirt before throwing on his t-shirt that is definitely way too big on him which means it’s practically a dress on me. 

“Yeah, it’s not shocking for me to be lacking a shirt.” His head tilts back so he can stare at the ceiling with a chuckle and- I watch him, the way his jaw elongates into an michelangelo type curve, his shoulders, his back- he’s just sculpted- after a few moments, I give him the okay to turn around. His pupils seem to dilate in size the minute he sets eyes on me, and I can feel myself flushing just from his heated gaze. Stupid boys and their hormones.

“So you’re from here? Obviously, that was a stupid question.” I scoff at myself, reaching up to facepalm but he reaches out, fingers wrapping around my wrist to stop me with a bright smile, almost asking ‘how could you tell?’ He takes a step  towards me, almost stepping fully between my legs and I suck in a breath, trying my best to remember to breathe when all I want to do is just-

“Home sweet home, born and raised a pogue on the cut.” He shrugs proudly, arms fanning out as he bows dramatically and I give him a big round of applause which pulls a hearty laugh from him.

“I just learned that term not too long ago.”

“I was testing you, to see if you knew it. Most tourists don’t.” How could he tell I was a tourist? He winks, reaching out to pat the side of my thigh as he hops up onto the counter beside me, thigh pressing against mine and I suck in a much needed breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. What am I, twelve? Why can’t I just talk to this guy?

“We’ll I’ve been here a lot since I was younger so-”

“Honorary Kook.” He tips his hat to me with a shit eating smirk and he knocks me with his shoulder. 

“Not a Kook.” I start but he cuts me off with the clicking of his tongue in a playful tut.

“You sort of look like one.” He sighs and, though I can’t completely tell if it’s a compliment, the way he looks me over, getting a good look before meeting my gaze, makes me realize he meant it in all the best ways.  “Nice, expensive clothes, hell you can pay for the rental houses down here- that’s impressive.”

“I’m here with my family.” I huff, acting like that makes it any different but it doesn’t.

“Ah, a family of Kooks.” He says in a singsong voice but decides to cut me some slack by switching the subject after a moment of my defeated smiling. “Is that your sister you were with?”

“You were watching me prior to spilling a drink down my shirt?” I gasp, feigning shock as I press a hand to my chest, eyes widening at him as he suddenly flushes, face paling at his accidental confession and he nervously pulls his cap off to run a hand through his messy hair.

“That gave me away didn’t it?” He whispers with an awkward smile.

“Cutely, it did.” He laughs as I nudge him with my elbow, unable to maintain eye contact with him out of fear that I’ll explode from how damn cute he is. He’s so frustratingly handsome and funny and sexy- woah.

“How long are you down here for?”

“Three weeks. We got here a few days ago.” I offer, knowing exactly why he’s asking me and I feel overwhelmed with a new sense of excitement regarding this whole trip. Katie is going to hate me for abandoning her but she’ll understand when she sees him. 

“Damn, well…” He pauses, hopping down from the counter and his bashful gaze stays focused on the ground.  “Plenty of time for us to bump into each other huh?” His flirtatious offer makes me grin ten times wider, watching his hand reach out to take mine in his, pulling me back into him before I can escape from him, return to the party and not see him for the rest of the night. 

But after this interaction, I’ll look for him everywhere I go while I’m on this trip. 

“Guess so.” I smirk softly, reaching out to pat his shoulder with my free hand, not ignoring the dense, toned muscle beneath my fingertips. “You’re slick, I’ll give you that.” I laugh bashfully, looking down at his hand that still holds mine as I allow him to walk us towards the party. His thumb brushes gently across mine and I don’t miss the protective gaze in his eyes as he looks around, making sure we’re not only safe but that no one is giving us any eyes for us leaving the bathroom, him lacking a shirt and me gaining one. I can only imagine how this looks.

“I am a self proclaimed ladies man.” 

“Self proclaimed huh?” I ask, brows pulling together teasingly.  “I’ll back that up then.” He smiles excitedly then leans in towards me, lips brushing against the shell of my ear and I nearly trip over my damn feet at the feeling.

“I’m going to need to record you agreeing to that.” He whispers and I burst out in laughter, head tipping back as we reach the bar, his hand finally leaving mine, cold and empty, at my side.

“Hey JJ!” A pretty girl appears at our right about ten feet away and JJ pales and gives me an awkward smile before flagging the bartender down, ordering a quick drink before giving me his undivided attention once more. 

“Shit I gotta go. Kie was expecting that drink like twenty minutes ago. Baby gets grumpy without her bottle.” He pouts playfully and I chuckle before motioning in her direction, feeling an evident pit in the bottom of my stomach at the thought of him possibly being taken.

“Girlfriend?” I ask nervously but he shakes his head with a wicked, devilish grin.

“Single.” He nods sternly, head tilting cutely at me as he asks, “boyfriend?”

“Also single.” I shrug, backing away from him slowly as he processes the new information, eyes swimming with mischievous ideas already.

“Alright… See you around Kook!” He sends me a polite tip of his hat with a teasing smile and, in return, I send him my middle finger and a wink.

“Not a Kook!"

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[chrissy-kaos]

Hey!!

I just wanted to tell you I think it’s so cool how you continue to play hockey even if it’s a beer league! I mean I don’t know what good adult leagues there are when you’re older really 😅

I miss playing hockey so much and I always just figured it would be impossible to get taken seriously by judgmental fucks. I love that you make history even though you’re just yourself. I do sort of despise some of the things I’ve heard in the locker room too tbh.

It’s so amazing to see you gear up and get sweaty. It makes me some how feel seen too and I feel like I need to just figure it out lol. I know your kicking ass out there (cus I saw u posted ur stats) lol 💜 hope you have a good rest of your weekend 💜

Thank you! Yea posting about me playing wasn’t something i was really going to do. But everyone here seems to love that content and they continue to ask for it. So I’m going to keep posting it. I don’t think I’m anything special or making history. I’m just a girl that wants to play hockey. That’s it. If I inspire others to play than that’s awesome! Because hockey is amazing and growing the game is important! With that said I’m going to share a bit of a story with you. So bear with me.. I tend to over share 😅

Hockey is something I’ll never give up. For a long time my life centered around it. I’m fortunate enough to live in a town that’s had multiple pro teams and a great hockey community. I used to coach/play for one of the teams before my transition. When I was debating if I was going to transition or not hockey played a part in it for sure. I didn’t want to never play again. But I was scared that people wouldn’t accept me and all that. I felt like majority of the community liked me and enjoyed my coaching. But you never actually know how someone feels about it, ya know.

When I finally made my decision I was coaching full time and I decided to step away from hockey not necessarily for good but until I was comfortable with myself. So I resigned and hung my skates up. Then started my transition. It was a little after two years into my transition when I decided to step on the ice again. I had played some roller with a few friends and messed around stick handling in the house but I never went back to the rink.

(I actually find this hilarious 😂.) I seen they had a skate and shot and decided I’d go to it. Not skating for two years I needed to get my legs back anyway. So I show up to the rink. It’s still all the same people that worked there when I did. I walked up to the counter to pay and my friend Josh was working and said “hi ma’am, here for stick time?.” He had no idea I started to transition. I said “hi, Josh.” He looked at me like I was crazy and asked if he knew me. I gave him the money and said “you might” then walked away. He stopped me to tell me where the women’s locker room is. I smiled and said thank you.

I skated like crap. To be expected tho. After the time was up I headed to the locker’s. Josh stopped me and asked how I knew him. So I told him who I was and it blew his mind 😂. He congratulated me and said he had no idea. He told me he was thinking to himself damn this girl is good(I actually suck lol). He was like who the fuck is she?. He thought I was one of the college players. Our local college and pro team share the rink together. Anyway he was completely blown away. The interaction was great and positive. He was very supportive. After that I started coming once a week and more people realized who I was.

Everyone was extremely supportive and accepting. They use my chosen name and pronouns. Even offered me a coaching position again. I declined for reasons. But the hockey community in general is amazing. I felt comfortable enough to hop in our league. It’s our house A league so all the best players current pros, ex pros and d1-3 guys. It’s extremely competitive. I’m still the only girl ☠️ lol

Now I can’t speak for any other community but at no point in time have I been treated bad or different. I’m given the same respect as everyone else. Do guys talk in the lockers probably but they are nothing but respectful and courteous to me. If you want to get out and play don’t let anyone stop you.

Hockey is for everyone and you deserve to play too! Just go for it! You never know unless you try. Hockey has one of the best lgbtqiia+ communities in all of sports. There are teams like @teamtrans-icehockey where you can play with people like us who understand the difficulties of being trans/nb/queer in sports. I’ve played with teams trans a few times and they are an incredible group of people! I highly recommend checking them out! 

(I took this pic the on the way to the rink that first time back. Don’t mind the filter and how pudgy I am 🫣)

#hockey is for everyone #ice hockey #hockey #hockey girl #trans hockey player #trans hockey #teamtrans-icehockey #transgender #trans #transisbeautiful #mtf hrt #trans pride #ask #ask ask ask #ask me questions #long post

[devskindawritingblog]

Gingerbread Chaos

Lottie matthews x Reader

Summary: Lottie and you spend the holiday season together and Lottie is left alone with baking supplies.

AN: I’m finally getting to my little ideas for each of the girls and I’m hoping to post them all before Christmas but if they don’t it’s no big deal. This idea is honestly what made me want to start writing. Also Lottie’s text is in purple.

Lotties family has never been functional during the holidays. So it doesn't surprise you when they aren’t going to be there for Christmas…..Again. You decide to make the most of it and spend Christmas with her, much to her delight.

Lottie is happy she can celebrate the holiday with you. So she finally gets to do all the fun Christmas things. You already did most of the Christmasy things like snow angels, ice skating, and hot chocolate. But there is one thing she hasn’t done: make cookies.

There was a bigger snowfall, so you go outside to shovel off her front step. It’s the coldest it’s been all winter, and you’re all bundled up. You stand in front of Lottie's house, admiring your hard work. You come back inside, taking off all your winter gear and kicking off your boots.

“Aww shit” you hear Lottie say from her kitchen as you slowly make your way further into her huge ass house.

You turn the corner and find Lottie frantically rushing around her kitchen. There is spilled flour, eggs, and lots of sugar. Her skirt is covered with a light dusting of flour. She quickly shuts the oven and stops to catch her breath, looking up and noticing you standing in front of her. 

“Uh hi” she says sheepishly as she smiles.

“Hi, uh, whatcha doing? Trying to burn down your house?” You say with a confused laugh, making your way toward the kitchen counter, taking in her full mess.

“No, I was trying to make gingerbread cookies” she says, sounding quite upset as she pouts.

“I think you did something a little wrong, Lot”. “They look like they blew up in the oven” you say as you pick up a misshaped cookie. Lottie narrows her eyebrows and pinches your arm. “Ow! Sorry” you say, rubbing your forearm.

“I was trying to follow the instructions, but it's not working.” Lottie grumbles as she starts wiping some of the mess off her counter and into the trash can.

“Let me see it” you say as you walk over finding a cookie recipe with butter smeared on it. You grab the recipe and read it over a few times, looking for where she may have gone wrong. “It's just a normal recipe Lot”.

She huffs and walks over, to you taking the recipe as you grab a cookie to taste. Maybe they aren't as bad as they look, you think to yourself. You take a bite and are met with a very, very dry, salty cookie. You grimace and instantly rush over to her garbage to spit it out.

“Lottie what the fuck ?” you say as you walk over to her sink to rinse your mouth. “You need to tell me what you did to these cookies”.

“ Well, I put the spice stuff and the flour into the bowl” she explains, trying to remember all the steps she went through.

“ Lottie? We had a full bag of flour;half the bag is gone” you say, raising your eyebrow and turning to look at her. 

“It said 11 half cups”.

 “11 half cups!? Lottie, you do realize that's 5 and a half cups of flour”. You are absolutely shocked.

Lottie grabs the recipe, pointing to where it says 1 1/2 . and you sigh, burying your face in your hands.

“That is one and a half cups” you say as you turn to her, absolutely shocked. You knew Lottie was not good at baking, but you didn't know it was this bad.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, I guess that makes sense” Lottie says she is a little quieter than she was 5 minutes ago.

“And why is it so salty ?”. “It said 1 cup of salt” Lottie says as she shows you the recipe again. You read it and sigh yet again. “Lottie, baby, that says 1 cup of sugar”.

She grabs it and reads it over, realizing all the mistakes she has made. She huffs. During your conversation, you both cleaned up all the mess.

“I just wanted to make something nice; I never got to before” Lottie says as she pouts, seeming very upset about her mistake. You follow her into her living room as she sits down on the couch. You sit down next to her, taking her hand and letting her rest her head on your shoulder. 

“I'm sorry it didn’t work out” you say, rubbing the side of her hand with your thumb as you wrap your other arm behind her back.

“Maybe we could make cookies together, or we could just go out and buy some” You smile, fixing her bangs and kissing her forehead.

“I'd like that” Lottie smiles as she looks back up at you.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets christmas #Lottie Matthews #lottie matthews x reader

[bitchin-beskar]

Interrupted

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny)

Warnings: Whoo boy there’s a few. SMUT. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say that, but this is basically ALL smut. Free use agreement, and talk relating to that. [BC THIS IS FREE USE, EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS BETWEEN PAZ AND READER IS CONSENSUAL. THERE IS NO NON-CON HERE]. Choking, biting, dirty talk, fingering, some rather rough fucking, creampie, slight dumbification (affectionate) (ex: being fucked stupid), mostly clothed sex, reader is called “good girl”, praise kink, aftercare, post-sex cuddles. Mixture of fluff and smut, but some parts of this got kinda yearning/angsty, so I do apologize. Semi-bittersweet/yearning ending. Idk if I got it all, but that’s the gist.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: So this started as a tiny idea that grew and grew and grew until it proceeded to consume my every waking thought for the past week. (This is all thanks to @maybege, @tailorvizsla, @catsnkooks, and literally anyone else who reblogged/voted/sent in ideas or thots. This is all their fault.)

Mainly, this is a modern day AU in which Paz is a college athlete and your best friend/roommate who you enter into a free use agreement with. (FUN SIDE NOTE: IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT FREE USE MEANS YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE READING THIS. GO AWAY.) 

This was originally intended to be a oneshot. I am now currently plotting a series, so this idea will not be going away any time soon. Please feel free to come yell at me in my dm’s or inbox about this! I welcome the thots! 

I hope you enjoy! Please lemme know what you think, I’d really appreciate it!

Paz had to fight back a groan at the sight of you, standing there in the kitchen as you worked on finishing the dishes from making dinner that night. You’d prepared some kind of casserole, which was currently baking in the oven, and you stood at the sink with the water running as you washed the pots you’d used to prepare the ingredients.

The whole apartment smelt incredible, but that wasn’t the only thing making Paz’s mouth water. You were dressed in what had to be one of his old training shirts, considering how it hung on your frame. The neckline was slipping off one shoulder, the sleeves came almost to your elbows, and the hem of the shirt brushed against your thighs, hiding the swell of your ass. He couldn’t tell if you were wearing shorts underneath the shirt or not.

Fuck, he hoped you weren’t.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, but that was about to change. He didn’t bother waiting for you to finish, he didn’t have the patience for that. He’d dropped his hockey bag and gear in the foyer and toed off his shoes and socks, so it was on bare feet that he padded silently across the tile floor of the kitchen to press the length of his body against your back, his large hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you back against him.

You started violently, dropping the pan you’d been washing back into the soapy water with a shriek, and he couldn’t help but lean down to bury his chuckle into the curve of your neck. Your hands reached out to shut off the water and you hmph’d loudly, even as you sank back into his embrace.

“Gods, Paz, you couldn’t give me some warning?” You bemoaned, your tone one of tired exasperation, likely from the fact that this was an argument you had almost every day–sometimes even multiple times a day. “Bells. I’m gonna put bells on you, I swear.” 

Paz smirked, baring his teeth, and nipping playfully at the sensitive skin on your neck as his hands began to roam, enjoying the way you squirmed in his grasp. It was damn near impossible for you to stay mad at him, and he took advantage all the time, like the asshole he was. 

“Where’s the fun in that, bunny?”

You sighed in a way that told Paz you were rolling your eyes, although your sigh kicked up in pitch as one of his hands snuck under the fabric of his shirt to cup your tits, revealing that you were indeed not wearing shorts. His other hand splayed across your belly, palm huge and warm as he pressed your hips roughly back against his. He watched over your shoulder as your soapy, wet fingers curled around the edges of the sink, clearly trying to ground yourself in some way.

His fingers began to pinch at your nipples, switching back and forth so neither was left unattended, the soft breathy sounds escaping you were like a symphony to his ears. You always vocalized so beautifully when he played with the sensitive parts of your body. It had almost become a game to him, to see how many different sounds he could wring from you in one go.

“Paz–” you said, warning clear in your voice, even as he rolled your nipple between two huge fingers. “Paz, we don’t have time–” your voice cut off with a squeak as he nipped harshly at your neck in remonstration.

“What’s the rule, bunny?”

Paz’s voice was a deep rumble in his chest, and you felt it vibrate through your body as well, and you closed your eyes, perhaps in an attempt to block him out. But you and he both knew just how impossible that was. All you could sense was Paz.

And he knew it. Bastard. 

“C’mon, bunny rabbit. What’s our rule? I know you know what it is.”

The hand on your belly had begun to creep downwards, and his fingers were now toying with the elastic on the waistband of your panties. He was absolutely right, as usual. You knew damn well what the rule was, as it was something the two of you had agreed on shortly after beginning your stint as roommates. The whole situation was convoluted as hell, but in the end, it had come down to you not having a way to pay rent in a traditional manner, and Paz’s joking offer had turned to something more serious.

“Paz,” you whined, not sure what exactly you were asking him for. You knew you should be asking him to stop teasing you when dinner was about to be ready, but your body wanted what Paz was promising.

Paz’s hand finally stopped torturing your breast, only to pull out completely from under the shirt and come up to wrap around your throat, his hand so large his fingers easily reached the sides of your neck. He forced your head back, his grip tightening just enough to restrict airflow, but not enough to hurt you, only to prevent you from taking in a full breath. It made your legs go weak. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering his next words.

“The rule, bunny. Now.”

Your own hands came up to grasp his wrist and forearm, although you made no moves to remove his hand from around your throat. It took you multiple tries to get the words out, but eventually you managed.

“Th-That I let you do whatever you want, when-whenever you want.”

You could feel his lips curling into a wicked smirk against your ear as his fingers tightened just a little bit more and his other hand finally crept past the fabric of your panties to cup your pussy, his middle finger easily slipping between your folds.

 “Good girl.”

You keen loudly as he strokes through your folds, the rough calluses on his hands providing a delicious friction. You were gasping for air as he held you, even as you did your best to try and grind down on his hand between your legs. He kept his tight grip on your neck until you started to see black spots at the edges of your vision, when he abruptly let go. Then, two things happened simultaneously.

First, you sucked in a deep breath, the feeling of your lungs filling with air after being restricted to only shallow breaths euphoric and almost orgasmic in of itself.

Second, you realized his grip on your neck had also been partially holding you up, and without that safety net, you slumped against him, which only pressed your cunt harder against his fingers, sending sparks of sensation shooting up your spine and causing you to cry out in shock and arousal.

Paz lazily slid two of his fingers into your cunt, slowly pumping them in and out as he ground the heel of his hand against your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and your hands flew to the counter to scrabble for something to ground you, fingers tightening almost painfully on the edges of the sink basin once more. It never mattered how much the two of you did this, it always felt like the first time.

“Are you gonna keep being a good girl for me, bunny? Gonna let me fuck this pretty ‘lil pussy?”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, worrying the flesh as you tried to hold back a moan. Paz had discovered how much you loved dirty talk–specifically his dirty talk, and who could blame you, the man had a voice made of sin–and you hadn’t had a moment’s peace since.

Paz nipped at your ear, mostly to bring your focus back to him. “What happened, bunny? Aren’t there any words inside that pretty head of yours? Or am I just being too distracting?” As his voice dropped lower, Paz cupped your tits again, this time over his shirt which added an extra level of friction as he tugged at your nipples. The air whooshed out of your lungs, and you gasped desperately for more as you tried to form a reply that wasn’t just begging him to get on with it and fuck you already.

“Hmm, I guess I don’t really need your permission, do I?” His hand withdrew from your panties, making you let out an involuntary whimper at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing. You hated the feeling of emptiness now, especially when you knew what it felt like to have him inside you. “After all, you’ll let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. Isn’t that right, bunny?”

Gods, you really should answer him, but you couldn’t seem to make your mouth work. Luckily, Paz wasn’t waiting for an answer, or permission. He stepped back a half step, just enough for him to have enough room to pull his cock free from his pants. He didn’t bother undressing either of you, clearly not patient enough to wait. He simply yanked the fabric of the shirt you were wearing up over your ass and jerked your panties part way down your thighs. With one hand on his cock, he placed the other in the center of your back and bent you over the kitchen sink, groaning as he watched you subconsciously present for him, spreading your legs slightly.

You gasp softly as you feel the head of his cock nudge gently against your slit, swallowing harshly as you feel Paz just stroke your folds with his cock, coating the head in the slick wetness that had begun to pool there. He teased you by slowly beginning to press against your opening, only to back away at the last second.

It felt so good, but it also wasn’t enough. You knew it, and he knew it. Finally, he notched the head of his cock at your entrance, and with just a little bit of pressure, the head of his cock popped in your cunt, and he began to sink into the waiting warmth.

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out as he began to stretch you with his dick. Paz wasn’t a small man by any estimation, a fact which applied to all of him, as you’d learned when you started this little agreement. No matter how much he used your body, how much he fucked you, it was still a stretch to take him every time. You were always so tight around him, something he loved to praise you for.

“Shit, bunny.” You shuddered at the wrecked sound of his voice. “Shit, shit, shit, you always take me so fucking good.” His hand left the small of your back to grasp at your hip, helping to rock you back so he could sink further into you. His fingers spread wide over your hips and gripped tight, easily controlling the pace as he forced you to take inch after inch. You could feel your legs beginning shake and you were suddenly grateful for the extra support of the kitchen sink, because without it you’d surely be collapsing into a puddle on the tile floor.

After what felt like forever, you finally felt Paz’s hips press flush against your ass as he bottomed out inside your cunt. He held himself still for a moment, his thumb idly brushing against your side as you once more adjusted to the feeling of being stretched and filled. You’d never tell him, but a part of you always ached whenever he wasn’t stuffed as deep inside you as he could get. He’d only tease you, and you’d much rather he spent the time fucking you, especially since you knew one day, you’d have to let this agreement go.

Just as you were becoming adjusted to the sensation of being filled to the brim, and your fingers were starting to uncurl from their death grip on the sink, Paz decided that was the perfect time to move. He pulled his hips back, not enough to leave the warmth of your pussy, but enough that when he thrust back in, his hips slammed against your ass, pushing you up on your tiptoes as he shoved you further into the counter with the force of his thrust. The action punched a choked gasp out of your throat, which only seemed to spur him on as he began to fuck you in earnest.

He never pulled all the way out, preferring to only withdraw part way before burying himself back in your cunt, and the effect of the short, sharp thrusts was devastating. It felt like you couldn’t get enough air into your lungs, every new breath punched out of you by the force of his hips colliding with your ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, and you felt tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes as he fucked you like he’d never get the chance again.

He felt so big from this angle, impossibly so. It felt like he was in your throat he filled you so good. It made sense that his favorite position was bending you over random pieces of furniture or planting you on your hands and knees on the bed.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his voice deep and gruff and sending shivers down your spine. “Just take it, bunny. Take it.” You wanted to respond, whether with some smartass comment or a plea for more you weren’t sure since your brain had begun to melt, but you didn’t have enough air in your lungs to form anything other than whimpers and moans.

Those whimpers and moans just about turned to screams when Paz seemingly decided that the leverage he already had wasn’t quite enough, and released your hip with one of his hands, only to reach out and grasp your shoulder, using his new grip on your body to pull you back even harder onto his cock with every thrust of his hips. With this new leverage and the slight change in angle, he began to pummel upon that spot deep inside you that made you see stars, and your eyes began to roll back in your head.

Suddenly, a loud beeping filled the kitchen, and it took you longer than it should to realize the timer was finished on the oven, and that it was time to take the casserole out. It took even longer for your tongue to try and form the words to tell him.

“P-P-Paz,” you stuttered, voice breaking in time with his thrusts. “T-T-The f-f-food!”

His dark chuckle seemed to fill the room, and he somehow, impossibly, picked up the pace, punching little “uh, uh, uh’s” out of your throat with rough thrusts. You were honestly worried about the kitchen sink breaking underneath your grasp.

“I don’t think so, bunny. I’m not finished yet, and neither are you for that matter.” You let out a weak little moan at his words, not quite processing exactly what he was saying, but knowing somehow that he was going to explain it anyways. “Tell you what. If you can tell me the name of the dish you made, I’ll stop and let you take it out of the oven. What do you think bunny? Does that sound fair?” His voice had taken on a kind of condescending tone, and had you had your wits about you, you probably would’ve smacked him for it. As it was, you could barely register the tone, much less the words.

“Well? Do you have an answer, bunny?”

 He suddenly stopped thrusting, letting go of your shoulder in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you upright so that your back was pressed tight against his chest. His nose brushed against the side of your head as he whispered in your ear.

“What’s the name, bunny? Just gotta answer me, that’s all you’ve gotta do.”

Fuck, you had no idea what he was asking you. While he’d stopped thrusting, he was instead choosing to grind his hips into yours, ensuring that you felt every ridge and vein of his cock brushing up against your walls, making your muscles clench and your thighs tremble. There was only one name that was in your mind and making its way past your lips with the state you were in.

“P-Paz?” You muttered, voice quiet and more than a little dazed. He smiled, you could feel it against your neck where he’d begun to place kisses, but it wasn’t a cocky smile like you’d seen him give to fangirls on campus or the news reporters who came to comment on his games and interview the players. No, this was his smile that was just for you, the smile that you saw when he stumbled out of bed in the mornings sore from practice the previous day to see that you’d made him breakfast, or when he came home in a snit, and you didn’t do anything except open your arms to offer a hug. It made a fire burn low in your belly, made you feel as though you’d done something right, something to be proud of, that maybe you were worthy of love and praise.

“That’s it, bunny. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” As he began to thrust again, although at a more sedate pace than before, his free hand left your hip to creep down to your pussy, feeling the way you stretched obscenely around him, his fingers brushing along your sensitive folds, before playing with your swollen clit. “That’s my good girl.”

You preened at his words, and you finally let go of the sink with one hand, to reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair as he continued to lavish kisses on your neck. You desperately wanted to pull his lips to yours, to remind yourself of what he tasted like, but the small part of your brain that wasn’t hazy with pleasure cruelly reminded you that kisses weren’t part of the agreement. Paz was free to do whatever he liked to your body, but kissing wasn’t on the table. It had been your choice, your decision, to try and prevent your heart from fracturing more than it already had. Of course, it probably didn’t matter in the end. You were already in far too deep. You could only hope that when he inevitably found out, he’d throw you a life raft instead of leaving you to drown.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the here and the now as Paz began to circle your clit roughly with his fingers, his hips snapping against yours a little more urgently than before. You realized with a start just how close you were, the way your muscles were beginning to tense up, the way your belly began to tighten, and your thighs began to shake even harder. Paz was clearly close too if his accelerated breathing was any indicator. 

“Are you gonna let me come in this pretty ‘lil pussy, bunny?” He breathed in your ear, the cockiness in his voice just barely covering up the begging in his words. “Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl? Like you deserve?”

Oh, that sounded so good. It was something you and Paz had talked rather seriously about at the start of all this. He’d never made it a secret that he didn’t really enjoy condoms, but he also said they were non-negotiable in all of his relationships, until this whole agreement with you. He’d said it was a mix of trying to prevent pregnancy and avoid STDs, but when the two of you had actually sat down to discuss what all your little roommate agreement would entail, and you’d offered to go on birth control so he could forgo the condoms, he’d been struck dumb for a good minute. You both had gotten tested and had decided to regularly get tested even though you weren’t planning on sleeping with other people at the moment, and the new implant on the market boasted a 100% pregnancy prevention rate since its debut a few years earlier. So, condoms had been nonexistent during your agreement, which had led to the discovery of Paz’s… fixation.

He loved coming inside you. You were pretty sure it was his favorite part of the whole agreement. You knew he wanted kids one day, and you figured the idea of him coming inside you fed into that desire of his. It wasn’t hurting anything, so you’d never discouraged it. In fact, you also enjoyed it a surprising amount, far more than you’d ever expected. With your ex, Parjai, the idea of him fucking you without a condom had always made you squirm, but never with Paz.

You weren’t examining why that was too closely. Nope. Not at all.

A particularly harsh snap of Paz’s hips brought you out of your head and back into the moment. You realized he was waiting for you to answer him, and you nodded your head, not trusting your voice not to break if you tried to answer him verbally.

Paz moaned deeply at your answer, his thrusts picking up the pace as he worked your clit, attempting to get you to come before he did. “Gods, my bunny ‘s so good to me,” he slurred, sounding suspiciously punch-drunk. “Gonna let me fill ‘er up, gonna let me come inside. Gonna lemme fill ‘er so full everyone knows she’s mine.”

You weren’t sure if it was just good timing, or if his words actually pushed you over the edge, but as he growled the word ‘mine,’ the coil snapped and your whole body stiffened up as you came, and you came hard.

Clenching uncontrollably on his cock, you began to tremble even harder in his hold, your legs practically useless. You surely would’ve collapsed if not for Paz. Luckily, his arm was a band of beskar around your waist, and he kept you pressed tight against him as your whole body shook with your orgasm. You figure it was the sensation of your release that triggered his own, and with an almighty growl, he came too, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm as he fulfilled his promise and filled you up.

Every rough, unsteady, uneven jerk of his hips pushed you closer and closer to overstimulation. You were often closer to being overstimulated rather than under-stimulated with the frequency that Paz indulged in your body, and sessions like this only made it worse. Paz seemed to love how shaky you got when you were overstimulated, how much your legs trembled, how broken your breathing sounded. There was a reason he’d made sure you picked a safe word, because when he got in the mood, he wouldn’t stop for anything short of the world being set on fire.

Finally, he stilled inside of you, his fingers stopping their torturous assault on your abused clit. You sagged against him, eyes shut as you felt your heart rate begin to slow and your breathing even out. Paz simply held you tighter, his arms wrapping more securely around your stomach and pulling you back against his chest. He always became a cuddle-bug after sex, something you’d secretly been thrilled to discover.

The sound of your name falling from his lips drew you out of the haze you’d settled into, and you hummed softly to signal that you were now paying attention or attempting to at least.

“Thank you, bunny,” Paz said, his voice soft and low, a true sign of how relaxed he was. “I really needed that today.”

You made a face, your nose scrunching up slightly as your brain sluggishly thought over his words. “Y’don’ need t’ th’nk me, Paz,” you slurred, your tongue feeling far too heavy in your mouth. “‘m here, y’know. F’r you.”

He chuckled, the sound surprisingly self-deprecating. He could get maudlin sometimes, after your little sessions. It seemed like today was one of those times, and had you been more coherent, you would’ve pressed. But you weren’t, so you didn’t.

When he spoke, the traces of self-deprecation were gone, and back in place was the cocksure attitude you’d grown used to from your best friend-turned-roommate/fuckbuddy.

“Did I fuck all the thoughts outta your pretty head, bunny rabbit?” You frowned, or tried to, at least. “Awe, that’s ok,” he crooned. “Just lemme take care of you, now. You take such good care of me, it’s only fair I return the favor.”

He slowly pulled away, managing to keep you upright while he rearranged his and your clothes in an effort to look like he hadn’t just fucked you stupid. Just as you were beginning to sway dangerously, your legs feeling far too much like Jell-O, he picked you up bridal style, and began to carry you out to the couch.

You should’ve been content to just stay cradled in his arms, but something was nagging at you, something important, if only your brain was capable of forming coherent thought. Like usual, however, Paz seemed to know your mind better than you knew it yourself. He placed you gently on the couch, pressing his lips briefly to your forehead before pulling back. Your eyes slowly opened, and you whined quietly at the loss of his heat. He only smiled down at you.

“It’s alright, lemme just go and take the food outta the oven, bunny. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Ah.

Right.

The food. 

You’d honestly forgotten. 

You felt like you should be mad at him for distracting you, and likely burning dinner, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to express anything other than exhausted satisfaction. You sank down into the couch cushions, eyes falling shut again as Paz left to go take care of the food. Your body ached pleasantly, and you honestly could’ve fallen asleep then and there if it weren’t for the promise of Paz coming back to cuddle with you.

It felt like no time at all–although your current perception of the passage of time was unreliable at best–that you felt your body being carefully lifted again as the warm, muscled form of your best friend slid onto the couch behind you. He was always so gentle, unbearably so sometimes, and this was no exception. He settled into a reclined position, with you lying mostly on top of him, your face able to easily nestle into the crook of his neck. He slung an arm across your waist to better hold you, and the last bits of tension drained from both of your bodies near simultaneously.

Now that you were fully settled, you felt yourself beginning to drift off to sleep. As you teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, you whispered quietly into heated skin.

“Love you, Paz.”

As the blanket of sleep fully settled over you, you missed his equally soft, and strangely melancholic response. 

“I know, bunny. Love you too.”

#paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla #college!athlete!roommate!paz #college!athlete!roommate!paz vibes #car!paz au #car!paz #send me asks about car!paz! #reader #fem reader #reader's nickname is bunny #paz is a hockey player #free use agreement #smut #read the warnings #dead dove do not eat #it's all listed up top #don't come at me if u get offended cause I warned u #fanfic #the mandalorian #modern au #oneshot #going to be part of a series at some point

[vilyanenyavilya]

Courtiers

By VilyaNenyaVilya

inspired by this wonderful thread

Summary: Tony’s tired of all the dates he brings back to the tower leaving with barely a word. After walking in on a group of some of the Avengers, he gets a big dose of answers about why and… he’ll spin it to his advantage.

Rating: Teen. Wordcount: 2k. Tags: references to sex, fluff?, humor, Tony’s been oblivious but he figures it out, hopeful ending

(We’re in some bizarre AU land pre-IW where Tony’s very single and somehow every Avenger, plus Avenger-Loki, are either living in Avengers Tower or hang out there a lot. To paraphrase MST3K, don’t worry about it and relax. This is for fun)

Tony stared at his phone. The night before, date number five million had made an empty excuse and left Avengers Tower. It was frustrating. He used to be able to flash a cocky smile and well… that was that. After the big breakup with Pepper, he would have thought having become Iron Man would have made it even easier to get back in the casual sex game.

On the contrary, there was no response to his last text, so much for Freddie. He liked them too. Whatever.

He stomped into the elevator, selected the floor where gear maintenance was, and pinched his nose. There had to be a reason he stopped being able to land even a one night stand. He was getting older, but he was still hot, thank you very much. Once the elevator opened, he went through the little lobby right to the door and found the usual set of troublemakers on the team that hung out there.

“It’s been months since I’ve gotten laid. Not for lack of trying with the wining and dining, the razzle dazzle. Then they get back here and leave? Does this place smell or something? You gotta tell me if it does. Two super soldiers, a kick ass spy, an alien wizard, and a human wizard. One of you would have to be able to tell. Thoughts?”

Steve was wiping down the Captain America shield. “No idea.”

Bucky was at the same table as Steve, but he had a sharpener and a row of perfectly lined up knives he was working on. “Beats me.”

Natasha was with them and had her two Bite bracelets in front of her. She kept her eyes on them. “Very odd.”

Loki, at another table, was leaning back in a chair and was polishing one of his magically appearing daggers. “A mystery.”

Stephen was sitting across from Loki and there was a pile of ancient looking books between them. He didn’t look at Tony and instead fiddled with that sling ring he always wore. “Perhaps we’ll never know.”

They were all being super weird. Tony narrowed his eyes and the tracts of his brain snapped together on that particular topic. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed what the little cabal had been doing for months. Months. He thought he was unlucky, not that he was being secretly babysat.

“Wait hold on, where the hell do any of you get off on chasing my dates away? What gives you the right?”

No one looked at him for a long moment. Steve was the one that had the sense to look scolded. Served him right.

The dagger Loki had vanished in green magic and he crossed his arms. He was the first to say something. “Have you forgotten what happened with Marcus?”

“I did not forget the guy who left my bed and tried to break in the lab to steal tech for some HYDRA stragglers.”

“You were lucky he wasn’t an assassin.” Natasha finally looked at him.

“Can’t have any more of those in the Tower.” The timeline ran through Tony’s head… they all hadn’t started to interfere until after then.

Steve put down the shield. “Sophie had made some social media posts about getting herself a sugar daddy to bleed dry.”

Tony wasn’t opposed to being a sugar daddy exactly, but he would like some sentiment involved and not just ruthlessness.

Stephen crossed his arms too. “Joey was deep into drug dealing. To children, Tony. Children.”

So he had missed that. It was a big one to miss, not that he was going to admit that.

Bucky added, “Maria was stalking you.”

“These are situations I’m perfectly capable of handling. Remember when I took a nuke to space?” Tony pointed up. “Saved New York? Most of you were there or in the city.”

JARVIS’s voice came from the speakers in the ceiling. “They have your best interests at heart.”

Tony felt his eyes go wide. “You too, J?”

“I offered to assist.”

“I can spend one night with someone. I’m a big boy.”

“That’s not what you're truly after.”

“That’s enough out of you kiddo. You’re grounded.”

“I’m simply following my programming to watch over you.” There was a long pause. “Sir.”

Tony rubbed his face. So what if what he really wanted was someone to love him and he’d love them back. Someone who didn’t mind sometimes he was a mess or didn’t make the right decisions. Someone who recognized that every minute he was trying to correct those same mistakes and be a good man.

He looked around the gear maintenance room where everyone else had gone back to cleaning or whatever it was they were doing like some secret team-within-a-team. “Okay, fine, you all win. I’m picking up terrible matches for me. Any of you got any ideas who I should ask out?”

There was dead silence in the room.

Tony looked at each one of them, really looked. He could not be seeing what he was seeing. Nope. He kept that realization under wraps and really hoped his face didn’t give anything away. “What am I asking you bunch of singles for? Legolas has got to have some ideas.”

He turned on his heel and forced himself not to run out of the room. All of them? He was panicking but not in a panic attack, thank god. Just good old fashioned ‘my friend is into me’ times five.

He really was on his way to find Clint. The archer-spy was happily married and not poly, so he was the one person in the entire tower he was confident was not harboring feelings and that he could talk to. JARVIS was helpful and said he was in the kitchen. Tony walked quickly out of the elevator, through the little lobby area, and right to the kitchen door. Clint was at the white marble island making a sandwich.

“Oh thank god you’re here. Help. Help.”

Clint reached for the knife on his belt. “What’s the situation?”

“No bad guys, unless you count five of our teammates chasing my dates away and secretly being into me.”

He went back to making the sandwich. “Oh that.”

“You knew?” Tony knew his mouth was hanging open.

“Unspoken, but yeah, I picked up on the looks behind your back. Sometimes at your ass.” Clint cut the sandwich in two diagonally.

Tony needed solid answers and Clint was observant, he just didn’t wave it around. “Who exactly? To be absolutely clear here.”

“Nat, Strange, Rogers, Loki, and Barnes.”

“Not Rhodey, Bruce, Thor, Sam, Scott, Wanda, and Pietro.”

“Right.” Clint got a second plate from the cabinet and two glasses. He opened the fridge for a pitcher of something. Iced tea?

Tony let out a breath. His brain probably would have exploded if the list included the other half of the team. “I just figured it all out and ran away like a damn skittish horse. They probably noticed. I need something to drink.”

Clint poured the liquid into both glasses. “Iced tea is all I’m gonna serve you.”

What a time to be a recovering alcoholic. “Thanks, I know, I know. I won’t. But I… is this bad? This might be bad?”

“J? Get Bruce.”

“Already sent him up, Agent Barton.”

“Eat this.” Clint took half of the sandwich he made for himself and put it on the second plate. He slid it over with the iced tea.

Tony dutifully sat on a stool like he was one of Clint’s kids. “Is it bad? It’s weird? It’s definitely weird. Sort of messed up. Are they all just pretending to be my friends because they want to get in my pants?”

“I am confident that’s not what anyone is doing. Silently pining away for you because they think you won’t be interested is more likely.”

“They’ve been interfering.” Tony’s voice came out a little bitter. So he was a little angry because it was overstepping in a big way. Anything they found out about his dates they could have just told him.

“That’s a hard one, but Freddie is married with five kids.” Clint sipped his iced tea.

“You too? Don’t tell me Laura and you want a third after all. That might break me.”

Clint shook his head. “Just looking into it from a security standpoint as your friend. Promise.”

“Freddie is married.” Tony frowned. That stung.

“Yeah. I was going to tell you next time I saw you.”

“I really liked them. They said they were in the city on a consulting gig for a few months.”

“That part is true. Back home they have a family and are not separated. Sorry man.”

Tony thought he could have more than a few nights with the beautiful and handsome marketing mogul and then maybe it could turn into something more. Damn. “Why can’t I just pick someone good for me. This has gotten to be ridiculous.”

There was movement at the doorway and Bruce walked in. “What’s up?”

Tony gave Bruce the rundown of the situation. As he explained, Bruce’s eyes got wider and wider. Some tracts of Tony’s brain started thinking of ways to resolve everything… Nat, Loki, Steve, Bucky, and Stephen were his friends and… complicated wasn’t the word.

Bruce said, “What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Exactly! Are we in some alternate universe where Avengers Tower is a reality tv show? There are cameras everywhere, but they’re my cameras. Unless they’ve been hacked and this is the Truman Show.” Tony looked suspiciously at where he knew security cameras for JARVIS to be.

“They’re really interested in you?” Bruce sat down on a stool next to him.

“Who can blame them, look at me, I’m a catch, even with the periods of being a hot mess.” The tracts of his brain now had started thinking they all would be able to understand him… and they all had qualities that if he looked at them in a different way were… intriguing. Of course all of them being hot as hell didn’t hurt. He’d have to choose though…

Clint nodded. “I’d say they are.”

“So I didn’t imagine Loki checking you out lately.”

“You kept that to yourself? Come on, you’re supposed to be my science bro.” Tony poked Bruce in the arm. He could have been having hot and steamy sexy times, or maybe cold -Loki was a certain kind of alien- for what, months? And Clint was just as bad not saying anything. Tony could have been having a lot of great sex with great people that could lead to more.

Bruce shrugged. “I thought I needed my eyes checked. He’s Loki.”

“Maybe I’m irresistible.” Tony perked up at that. Sure, the situation was a shock, but hell, he still had it. He was Tony Stark, Iron Man. People wanted him. Avengers wanted him. Hell yeah.

Clint had sat down too and was eating his half of the sandwich. “This is really going to your head.”

“Once I got over the shock of five of my friends chasing away my dates, I started thinking of the possibilities.” So many possibilities. He took a bite of the sandwich and chewed.

“What are those?”

He took a moment and swallowed the food. One tract of his brain had an absolutely brilliant idea. Maybe his best one since Iron Man. “It’s The Bachelor.”

“We’re still on the reality tv topic.” Bruce rubbed his face.

Tony moved his hand in the air for dramatic effect. “I can see it now. The Bachelor: Tony Stark Edition. Wednesdays at 8pm Eastern/7pm Central on ABC.”

“You’re going on the Bachelor.” It was Clint’s turn to go wide-eyed.

“Correction, all of the Avengers are going on The Bachelor. Both of you have to be with me. I’m roping in the rest of the team to make a panel of guest judges. Help me out? I haven’t been doing great in the dating game lately. Ever, really.”

Clint nodded. “I’m in.”

“You don’t get to automatically vote for Nat.” Tony wiggled his finger.

“Fine.”

Bruce patted his shoulder. “Now that you bring it up, I have a lot of thoughts.”

“Fantastic.” Tony was enthusiastic.

He was going to make the most out of the situation. Step 1: Call ABC or maybe just Chris Harrison directly. Step 2: Convince everyone else to go on the show. Step 3: Find the romantic love of his life. Easy.

FIN

Who does Tony end up with? Pick your own fighter(s).

Ending inspired by @stxrksarc ‘s The Bachelor Tony Stark Edition. not butting in but it just fit for a resolution ya know?

#mcu fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark #tony stark mcu #frostiron #stony #winteriron #ironstrange #ironwidow #clint barton #bruce banner #Loki #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #Reality TV Shenanigans #all around shenanigans #my fanfiction

[cleavetheclover]

Clver, think about it...shadowire (platonic or romantic) domestic fluff,,, or just fluff,,, angsty fluff? ps this is just my sleep deprived ramblings

Like...

- Post Hourglass Omen being found by Cypher (probably willingly i don't see Cypher going to go see Omen if he'd rather not see Cypher) and just...a talk. Omen venting. Cypher comforting Omen and listening quietly. And then cuddles. A kiss when Cypher leaves Omen be again and an orange, "for luck," Cypher would say (knowing it had no such meaning)

- Pre Hourglass, Omen coming to see Cypher at night, cuddles and physical intimacy mixed with quietness, because if nothing else Over feels just a little more grounded when Cypher is holding him.

- Cypher noticing little quirks Omen has. Sometimes Cypher tells Omen about what he's noticed. Omen enjoys it because it at least means he's still human if nothing else. (I mean, what kind of monster has a preferred sitting position or a certain kind of wool they enjoy knitting the most?)

- Above, but roles exchanged. Omen notices things about Cypher that makes him Cypher and some that makes Amir. It's weird, Cypher thinks, I'd hate being known but it feels natural with Omen. (Inspired mostly by hermit card, which normally means like being known by no one but yourself)

ehh welp thas all i got in the brain goodnight I'm by no means asking you to draw any of these i just saw your ask thingy and went "bet lemme think"

Noooooo stop I stg every single member of the cyphmen community has the exact same headcannons please 😭😭😭

(Not that I’m complaining, that just means more food for all of us)

ANYWAY all of these are wonderful ideas and I definitely want to write all of them!!! Unfortunately I am rather swamped right now bc senior design is kicking my ass and job hunting is harder than ranking up in val, and my current hyperfixation is a game called Noita…

But I’ll definitely get back to writing as soon as my life stops being as volatile as a bucket of acetone.

Also I wrote a short thing for the hourglass thing I hope you like it! I’ll respond to the other prompts later

Post hourglass Omen:

I think he would shut himself in his room for a while and just sit there, completely overwhelmed and not sure where to go or what to do next.

Since it’s cannon that Omen can sense others emotions, I think pre-HG Omen would have already sensed a timid friendship and significant fear from Viper, but it wasn’t until post-HG that he knows why. He’s having this world-shattering realization that one of the few people he has trusted and befriended in this lifetime not only doesn’t return that friendship, but actively fears him, and for good reason.

Imagine learning that your best friend fears you, for an incident you would have never learned of—had you not hired a shady information broker to find it out for you.

Confirming that she sees you as a monster— something you never wanted to be.

Yeah, I’d be pretty lost and upset too.

So Omen is gonna be hiding in his room trying to figure out a path forward and simultaneously avoid thinking about said path forward.

Cypher, being the nosiest man alive, a friend of Omen’s, and also the guy who helped orchestrate the mission in the first place, is not gonna sit there and let Omen feel so alone.

He shows up and Omen really wants to just slam the door and tell him to fuck off, but he really doesn’t have the energy (and also can’t really afford to burn more bridges at the moment). So begrudgingly he lets him in.

Cypher softly says his name, “Omen,” but the shadow doesn’t dare look him in the eye. Instead he stares at the sentinel’s belt. Browth leather. Battle-worn. Probably replaced several times over, like Omen’s own combat gear.

The sentinel approaches, and Omen can feel a protective sentiment befitting his role as a Sentinel. It’s soothing, he’s felt it before, but he really wishes he weren’t the subject of such a keen emotion right now.

Cypher’s gloved hands come up to rest on the sides of his own shoulders. The intent is to be reassuring, but Omen doesn’t find it to be such. What is he supposed to do with his own hands, anyhow? Touch Cypher’s shoulders? His belt, or chest?? His waist???

Well, the chest option is gone, because the next thing he knows Cypher’s chest is pressed against his own. And his arms are wrapped around his back.

Omen always knew humans were warm, but for some reason, he had always imagined Cypher to be cold. Maybe it was the utter lack of skin showing. The minimal expressions in his mask. The way he never so much as brushed hands with anyone else in the Protocol, as if he were a robot like KAY/O. Hell, the literal killer-bot had a warmer attitude than Cypher most of the time. Maybe it was…

Whatever.

Cypher is warm. Like any other human. Embracing him without any reservations at all.

No fear. No pity. No grief.

It makes him feel like, for one moment, that maybe he isn’t a monster after all.

Omen responds in the only way he can think of: he ducks his head down and buries his face in Cypher’s collar, and lifts his hands up to Cypher’s back and pulls him as close as he can.

He smells like bar soap and leather. And something else more organic, musky almost like sweat, but that can only be described as subtle and pleasant.

Alas, their embrace cannot last forever. Poor Cypher is a man, not a scented candle or a stuffed animal that can be basked in or embraced forever. Omen releases him, already missing the warmth and the scents and the textures and the intimacy, but he would rather save face and keep Cypher comfortable than anything else.

Cypher seems… satisfied.

Omen isn’t sure how he feels.

There’s a long pause.

“I am not my past,” he blurts, immediately wishing he didn’t. He almost says something else to brush it away, but he knows that doing so will only dig a deeper hole for himself. He says nothing more and hopes Cypher will have the courtesy to do the same.

But the Sentinel, as always, has other plans.

“Neither am I.”

Omen’s gaze snaps up at that.

The Sentinel then reaches into a bag of items that he had discarded upon entering, and produces a ball of yarn and a small tin box.

“I have spent the last decade of my life paying for crimes too heinous to be named.” He comes to stand in front of Omen once again. “They called me everything from a villain to a monster to, well. ‘Villain’ and ‘monster’ in more callous terms.”

Cypher chuckled humorlessly. Omen dared not ask who ‘they’ was referring to, but got the feeling that he didn’t need to.

“I am not absolved from my past. I cannot fix the innumerable lives I have ruined or the things I have destroyed.”

Then he lifted the little tin up to his face. “But then again, what kind of monster has a favorite type of tea?”

In his other hand, outstretched to Omen, was the ball of yarn. “Or a favorite type of wool?”

Omen just stared at it. Cashmere imported from India, said the label.

“To the best of my ability— which admittedly isn’t much— I left it all behind.” Cypher somberly bushes the tips of gloved fingers across his masked cheek. “My name. My face. My skin, even.”

Omen tilted his head at that last one. It sounded painful. But then again, what about Cypher’s existence wasn’t?

“Like me, you might carry the legacy of a monster. But that does not mean you are one.”

The cashmere is soft in Omen’s hands. He runs his thumb along each strand, marveling in the gift. On its own, it didn’t feel deserved. But when he looks back sees the tin of tea being cradled in Cypher’s own hands, it does.

Former monsters sitting under a warm roof with their silly little domestic joys: the thought of it almost makes Omen laugh.

Cypher must have seen the way the tension eased from Omen’s shoulders, because now he is chuckling too.

Bastard.

“Omen,” the informant takes the revenant’s hand and says his name with that dratted melody of affection in his voice, “Would you like to knit while I brew us some tea?”

———————————————

Since you suggested an orange:

It’s a very cute idea— I think oranges are for luck and wealth in Chinese culture, not sure about other ones tho.

Unfortunately I’ve come to kind of associate them with mourning. My grandma passed away last summer, and my grandpa and I leave flowers and oranges on her gravestone when we visit. So I didn’t feel like writing that into this little story lol

And yeah I also incorporated your “what kind of monster has a favorite kind of wool?” Thing in here wahoo

#valorant #cypher valorant #cyphmen #omen valorant #shadowire #cypher/omen #cypher #omen #fanfiction #asks #send me cyphmen prompts of any kind #I love them

[the-nocturnal-writer]

Evenfall Grove Dev Log 2

So real-life things have been kicking my ass, which was delaying everything I tried to do for the past few months. 🙃 A bit frustrating, but things have settled a little, so I hope everything will be back on track with my writing! 

Sorry for the lack of posting as well, like I said, lots of real-life shenanigans kept me offline and from being able to write. Now that I’m back, I’m going to finish designing the looks of some characters and as a bonus, I’m even going to draw concept pieces for certain locations in Evenfall (Like The Wolf Den)!

I plan to finish Ashborn up and get started on the second lot of romanceable characters- I shall reveal one name because I’m excited for them. 👀

ROWAN. Feral? Yes. Mysterious? Second to Heke. Overly calm about the chaos going on? Suspiciously so.

I won’t ramble on about it any longer, just happy to be back to things. I am, at least soon is the hope. Going to upgrade my equipment as well, while I’m grateful for my little Chromebook pushing through hell to work for me, I’d like to get a laptop I can actually use the software I need on, I’ve figured out ways on chrome to do it, it’s just not making my job easier. So, here’s to hoping I can save up soon (some are recommending opening commissions, but I’m still not sure…)

I have been brainstorming when I can! I had so many ideas I needed to get out, some not even relating to Evenfall (later projects for future Sin to enjoy). I’ll share some of my thoughts, but not all of them, don’t wanna spoil some stuff.

So I wanted to develop the MC’s background a little to better mix it in with the main storyline. It has a lot to do with their parents (who are deceased long before the events of Evenfall Grove). Basically, my brain needed a giant dose of ‘You have more to do with things happening then you think’, my favourite flavour of story. Yum. 

Another idea was only if going down Heke’s route, well it’s still present as a fact, but it’s only really touched on if the MC romanced Heke… Which will be very interesting to write (Painful too, but I think it will be worth it.)

Those are the two I can share without revealing and spoiling too much. Plus! I’ve got to get myself back into gear and catch up on everything.

Thank you so much, all of you! Thank you for being so patient while I get things in order and to new readers- Hello and thank you for your interest in Evenfall Grove! I hope to not disappoint… 🥺

Remember to hydrate, eat your meals and take medicine (if you take any)!

~ Red

#evenfall grove if #dev log #writer ramble #I'm back!

[order-of-the-eye]

If not sure what to ask. I just wanted to thank you for tagging your posts when there are spoilers. I’m crawling through the game at a snails pace, but I will be back to view your posts as soon as I’m done.

I’m desperate for Starfield mutuals, I love the vibe of your blog and your OCs. I love that you’re into fanfic, as I’m partial to it myself.

If you like, please share something about your Starfield OC. For example, if they could live anywhere in the galaxy, where would it be, and with whom? If it’s a ship, which one? If it’s a base they’ve built, where is it? What is your Spacefarer’s happy place?

Sorry if you have posted similar before, like I said, I love chatting about Starfield, I’m just dodging spoilers too. Yeah. I know, tough, lol. I shouldn’t be on this site. 🙄😆

Thank you for the ask! I do love chatting about Starfield also and I'm more than eager to yell about it haha. I hope you enjoy the game and all the twists and turns it throws at you. I spoiled the game for myself on purpose (I'm the type of person who doesn't get affected by spoilers too bad, I like knowing what's happening in advance) and it still kicked my ass lol.

As for your question about my oc, Kanan's little getaway or "happy place" is their outpost on Eridani II. I'm a fan of the Halo games as well, and in that universe, Eridani II is the planet Reach, so I had to choose it. Kanan is an Old Earth buff, so they probably chose Eridani II for that same reason (if we want to headcanon that Halo is a game in this universe lol). Once the creation kit is out and we get some really good outpost mods, I'm going to make it far more cozy than industrial feeling. But for now, Kanan's got a hexagonal hab there with a few offshoots for various things, like a bedroom and a hydroponics lab for Sarah. There's a watchtower for keeping an eye out for enemies, and a few resource collectors as well.

Outside of Eridani II, Kanan also finds their ship to be the next best thing when it comes to a "happy place."

This is the Gemini, Kanan's baby and prized possession. (It is modded for the sake of having some extra engines and not having to worry about landing gear.) It's named as such after the Gemini constellation, its twin wings, and because Kanan's astrology sign just happens to be Gemini.

It is outfitted to fit up to eight crewmembers and includes a control room, several living spaces, and a workshop. Kanan's quarters are fitted right behind the cockpit (Kanan doesn't mind how small the cot is. No matter how often Sarah complains that dear, the damn bed is too small for both of us, Kanan doesn't mind because it is home). They often bring along the Constellation Four, along with Heller and Lin, and sometimes Kanan's adoring fan, Adrien.

And while Kanan does own property in both Akila City and New Atlantis, their ship and the outpost on Eridani II are Kanan's true homes.

Again, thank you so much for the ask! Happy hunting :)

#a-cosmic-elf #asks #answered #starfield #oc: kanan mccarthy

[gradientdescentcosplay]

hi! i'm here because i found your ursine armor cosplay on pinterest while looking for ideas for a ren faire i'm going to next month. I looove the zupan and was wondering if you'd be able to share a pattern? I don't think i'm skilled enough to piece it together from the posts i could find haha. if you have any insight on fabric types that would work with the pattern, that would be great too, since i'm hoping to wear it in the summer and don't want to wear wool particularly. either way you are so skilled and your projects are amazing!! thanks for reading!

I’m delighted to know you appreciate it! I don’t recall exactly how much information I gave in the original posts, but it’s essentially a heavily modified version of a coat pattern from one of the big pattern houses. I’d be more than happy to share a copy of my final pattern, with some caveats…

1. It’s too big to scan so I only have the hand-drawn paper copy. However if you DM me a PO box, I’ll trace a duplicate for you and mail it to you the old fashioned way.

2. Since it’s a hand-drafted pattern, it’s only in the one size (5-years-ago-me). Approximate measurements are 32/28/38 and 5’4” tall at the time I drafted it; I’m now 32/30/40 and it still fits fine at that size as well. So there’s some wiggle room but that’s the ballpark you’ll be looking at unless you alter it yourself.

Anyway let me know if you want to do the snail mail thing and I’ll trace you up that copy!

As for fabrics, it was definitely designed with coat-weight material in mind. Lighter-weight fabrics will drape differently (which can definitely look cool, it just won’t look exactly the same as mine). I think it would be kick-ass in a brocade, which is still on the heavy side but not as insulating as wool. If you wanted to try something ultra-light and breathable, you can’t go wrong with linen, just know that it will wrinkle and definitely give a more swishy/flowy look. But linen is amazing for summer ren fest gear - so cool, so comfortable, and doesn’t build up stank & funk the way polyester does.

The other big piece of advice I’d give is that if you modify the pattern, be sure to do it while wearing the underlayers you intend to wear it with at the fair. Layers add bulk and change the fit quite a lot compared to fitting a coat with just a t-shirt on!

ETA: I guess I said that last part already in my original blog post, huh. I swear sometimes I look back at old posts and it’s like they were written by another person!

[crystallinearts]

yoyoyo fans of chosen.!! GOOD NEWS!

I know it’s been a while since the last chapter, but I’m working on the next one

HOWEVER, that’s not the good news! the good news is actually kinda twofold

first off, I’m revising and adding/polishing up earlier chapters! the first maybe 5 chapters were particularly egregious with regard to the way Chara spoke and the voice for Reader-chan, but I’m on chapter 12 trying to revise things and still finding some places to add or change little bits

it’s a lot of refining dialogue (Reader-chan was supposed to do a little more stammering, “um/uh” and repeating words in earlier chapters to convey her nervous/shyer personality, AND in the first several chapters I noticed a lot of places where I broke the rule that Chara barely uses contractions in their speech, as well as they were supposed to use a bit more formal language choices) and putting in some additional jokes/foreshadowing/mini interactions between the Dreemurr sibs

and WHEW I’ve got over 200,000 words to go through so it’ll be a hot minute before I actually get these updated chapters posted or anything, but I’m really hoping they’ll read a lot better than they used to

AND THE OTHER PIECE OF GOOD NEWS...

I’m starting to do fanfic readings of my own works on my YouTube channel, and chosen. is the first one I’m going to attempt! THIS is what got me to kick my ass into gear and revise the earlier chapters, because I knew I always wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to start doing it until I’d revised the chapters, fixed things up, etc.

I’ve already got the first chapter’s reading recorded, but I do wanna get a couple of request videos out before I make a video of my reading the first chapter of chosen.

and, that said... I need some art for the videos. =)

I’ll probably use my own art for a lot of chapters, because ideally I’d love to have a different piece for each chapter’s video

WHICH MEANS... if anyone who has already drawn something for it would be okay with me using their art, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!! obviously I would link to your Tumblr (or wherever else you’d like to be credited) in the video description (and probably in the actual video as well)

and if you’d like to create a piece specifically for any chapter, GO FOR IT, TAG ME, AND LET ME KNOW THAT I CAN USE IT!!! I love to give all the incredible artists and my supporters ALL THE ATTENTION!

but please note that you don’t have to! my fanworks are free projects created because I love them, and I can’t pay for art, so it would literally just be something for you to do ONLY IF you would like to, and I absolutely do not expect it! as I said, I’ll probably do most of the art myself, I just thought I’d put that out there that if anyone would like their pieces featured in something like that, I would absolutely LOVE to share your creations with the world

anyway, that’s it for now... hopefully I’ll have a new chapter of something out for you guys soon!! love youuuuuu <3 <3 <3

#Bellum babbles

[kyleehenke]

I've been doing real shitty lately, mostly with confusion about school going forward and not knowing if I'll be able to keep doing classes online for this year. But then I remember everything you've said about when you were in your early 20s (same as me now, wheeeee) and how it's taken a long time to figure things out. It's helped me realize I'm not in the prime of life yet, and I don't need to follow "the perfect path" to doing what I want to do. And honestly knowing that you've done so much from animating, voice acting, and singing helps me realize that I don't need to settle for just one thing.

Long sad ask short, I'm glad you're here. I hope your ADHD meds are kicking depression's ass, I hope your pets are doing good, and most importantly, thank you for your presence.

Man!! The older I get, the more I realize that it's better to suffer a thousand false starts trying to figure yourself out & what you want out of life than it is to stubbornly stay on a path that's making you miserable. ESPECIALLY if you’re only staying on it because of a fear of wasted time. In my experience, no time spent on figuring yourself out is wasted. Languishing in a miserable routine every day and slowly dying on the inside, though, IS. And being in your 20s with big decisions looming over your head that affect the rest of your LIFE can make it all feel so much worse.

My 20s were a neverending existential NIGHTMARE. But I'm 32 now, and though I'm still working a couple major things out, I feel more "me" and more content than I ever have. Which is pretty wild when I remember that in MY early 20s, I thought every door of opportunity would slam shut in my face after 30; that life would cease to have things to look forward to and that everything new and exciting and worthwhile would be over. And I'm quite happy to tell you that I was wrong as shit.  Turns out that there’s no expiration date on your potential, it just looks a little different depending on what stage of life you’re at. Certain pursuits may be EASIER when you’re super young, but you really do have all the time from now until you’re dead to get to where you wanna be. And in my opinion, if you spend a little while searching for what happiness means to you individually (apart from the standard milestones society tells us we need to meet in order to feel complete), you’ll be better equipped to RECOGNIZE happiness once you’ve found some--and it won’t pass you by unnoticed.

Also, a piece of advice to anyone out there who might feel like ALL your happiness rides on getting your dream job/education: Jobs are just one part of life and they don’t have to define who you are & how you spend every moment of your free time. And, just as importantly, you don’t HAVE to make something into a career to want to be good at it or spend lots of time on it--For instance, I’m learning how to play an instrument as well as learning how to dance, and neither of those things has any practical or financial applications in my life. But they make me happy!! Not everything worth your time has to be “productive.” Enjoyment for enjoyment’s sake is a crucial part of feeling engaged with and present in your own life, regardless of what you wind up doing for a living. Anyway. Long post even longer, life has so many options. I was stunned to discover that it’s possible to be content in a thousand different ways, and that just because one life path didn’t work out doesn’t mean it’s impossible to stumble across a different one that’s just as good--if not better. If what you’re doing now is sucking the life out of you, switch gears! Keep picking yourself up and trying new approaches, even if you sometimes need to lay on the ground and feel like garbage over it for a little while. I can’t promise all your dreams will come true like this, but I CAN promise that you’ll be okay. And you gotta be okay first to open the way to happy.

I wish you the best of luck out there. My pets and I are all healthy and doing great, btw! And for what it’s worth--I’m glad you’re here, too. :) 

#long post #psa

[catxsnow]

BAD DAYS G.L.

Request: Hi! I would like to ask for a request about Gar. The situation would be that, the reader (who is part of the Titans) had a tough week, Dick made them even more than usual with Jason which occasionate that Gar and them barely spend time together, so that with the fact that they were feeling pretty down and sad, how would Gar react when he went to see how his s/o and Jason were training and he sees his s/o crying beacuse Jason was upset about a little thing and yelled at them, this usually wouldn't even bother the reader but they had a though week. So how Gar would react to that. English is not my first language so I hope that you can understand me, and I'm sorry if is too long this request, if is to long tell and I will tell you something different. Thank u for your time ♡♡

Warning: fluff, Jason being an ass, 

A/N: hello everyone! Just wanted to let you all know that I won’t be posting fics as often. I used to try to get them out every three days or so but ir’ll probably be more like once a week now. School started back up again and to be honest, I was draining myself trying to get that many out. Thanks xx

Word Count: 1.4k 

Gar usually knew when you were having a bad week. He could see it in your eyes, the way you held yourself, most importantly your lack of communication with him. He always tried his best to make you feel back like yourself when you were in a rut like this. This week, you barely had the chance to see him.

Dick was pushing you both harder than before that week. You knew he had his best intentions in mind but it was absolutely draining. Hours upon hours of training, readings, life skills that you apparently didn't know you needed. He was getting you ready for the outside world as best as he could.

Which meant that your hours spent with Gar dwindled and you were stuck with Jason or Rachel half the time. He was the most experienced out of the four of you - and being without powers as well it made sense for you to be teamed up with him. As much as you'd rather be goofing off half the time with Gar during spars, you knew, in the long run, it wouldn't help.

It was the same that day as any other. Pushing yourself to your limits, Jason going as hard as he could on you. As badly as you wanted to be cuddled in bed with your boyfriend - Dick was right you needed to be pushed harder. The slacking off had been going on far too long and it was time to get your butt in gear.

Reluctantly, you pushed on through the spar, wanting for this to end so you could finally spend a much needed night with Gar. It had been days since you had seen him last - which wasn't helping with your already foul mood.

Jason had been trying to teach you this new move for days now. It was a far more complicated one than you were used to and it was evident that your ability to perform it was lacking. Not only were you getting frustrated by the struggle, but so was Jason. It had only taken him a few tries to learn it when Bruce first showed him.

He wasn't used to taking the time to go through things like this. Unfortunately, his little amount of patience was already dwindling down. At another failed attempt, Jason had finally lost it. The moment that you slammed down on the mat with another loss, he had expressed himself in full.

"Fuck (Y/N)! It's not that hard why the hell are you taking so long to get this! If you can't even learn this one move then maybe you aren't meant to be here!" Jason yelled at you. He had instant regret for his words. Immediately, tears started pooling in your eyes at his harsh words. "Wait, no that's -"

You never heard the rest of his pathetic attempt at an apology. Jason was left alone in the training room as you stormed off towards your own room. The heat of his words burned through you, tearing apart the small shred of strength you had left. The week had already been awful, but Jason had given the icing on the cake.

Usually, his demeaning words never got to you. Jason was poor at keeping himself in line but that didn't mean that you let his anger bother you. Today, this week, it had all been so terrible that it had affected you far worse than you imagined it could.

Maybe you didn't belong on that team, maybe he was right. Or maybe he was just a jackass who didn't know how to keep his own feelings in check. Either way, the slam of your door surely could be heard from where he remained alone. It also went heard by your boyfriend only two doors down.

Less than a minute after you had been curled in your bed, tears streaming down your face, a soft knock emitted. As badly as you wanted to be alone, Gar wouldn't give up - and not to mention you owed him an explanation at your sudden mood change. With a weak response, Gar slipped into your room and locked the door behind him.

Gar didn't say anything. He simply crawled into your bed and snuggled up against you. His chest flat against your back, leg over top of yours to keep you completely trapped in his loving embrace. For some stupid reason, it made you cry harder. If Jason was right, that you didn't belong there, then it meant you didn't belong with Gar either.

The thought of losing him hurt more than anything. Your sobs echoed through the room. Gar squeezed you tighter. He didn't ask what was wrong - not until you were ready to tell him. His hold on you was the only thing that mattered.

As your sobs turned quiet, Gar got you to flip towards him. You nuzzled into his neck as he kissed the top of your head. His hand stroked up and down your back, filling you with the comfort that you needed. With a shaky breath, you pulled away from him.

"What's going on baby?" Gar asked, continuing his motions. He had missed you all week too. It was always rough having to focus on other tasks rather than each other. For so long it was easy to just be so consumed with one another that the rest of the team - and your responsibilities - seemed irrelevant.

When things changed, you thought a strain would be put on your relationship. Instead, it seemed to make your bond stronger. Gar would always love you - even when your time together was less and less every time.

"Everything," your voice cracked. Gar frowned at your response. He pecked your lips once before encouraging you to keep on. "Just, not getting to see you this week and Dick going so hard on us. And just now Jason yelling at me for not being able to get this stupid fucking move down and- and maybe he's right! Maybe I don't belong here!"

"(Y/N) of course you belong here," Gar assured. "You were meant to be here, we were meant to be here. Jason gets upset at himself and projects it onto others - he's been doing that for months now. I'm sorry that he yelled at you, but whatever he said don't listen to him. He's wrong."

"But-"

"But nothing, babe," Gar cut you off. "If Dick believes you in then you belong on the Titans. I believe in you, I'll always believe in you." His thumb wiped along your cheek to brush away the stray tears that you had. As always, his touch was inviting. "Do you want me to go full beast mode on him?"

For the first time in days, you let out a laugh. It brought a smile to his face as well. "As much as I'd love to see that happen, I don't think Dick would appreciate it very much," you matched his smile. Gar leaned into kiss you again, this time far more than just a peck and a sure way to express his love towards you.

"You know, I think Dick might actually be on board," Gar continued to joke. It was evident that there was always tension between Dick and Jason. Many nights of joking with Gar about who was going to lose it first and who would win. It was entertaining to say in the least. "Last chance."

"He's not worth your time anyways, my love," You rolled your eyes as he let out a growl. The second that you were back in his arms your mood instantly boosted. Gar always seemed to have that effect on you. "I love you, Gar."

"I still think I should go kick his butt," he playfully narrowed his eyes. Even with his powers, Gar was still wary of being able to beat Jason. Anyone trained under Batman had to be extremely skilled. Nonetheless, he was always willing to put himself on the line for you. "I love you too, (Y/N). Always."  

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[thegrandlinesimp]

Hello there! Hope you're doing well! I've absolutely loved reading your Pokemon Crossover events posts. If possible, could I get #2 for X Drake and Eustass Kidd?

Ohhh hello anon! thank you so much, I’m so happy you like my ramblings on Pokémon! Feel free to send more if you want.

I wasn’t expecting any more asks and was just gonna do some random HCs (took the day off yesterday cause I hung out with my boyfriend) then this popped up in my askbox!

And with Tulip Husband too!! All that’s left is softie Rosie and that’ll be all my husbands!

Also, this ask makes X Drake the most asked character on my blog, at first I had nothing for him for this question, then it turned out to be my favourite one!

Hope you enjoy

Eustass Kid and X Drake: How did they meet their starter?

TW: Swearing, though it’s Kid, so what do you expect?

Tsundere Tulip

· Kid was younger than 10 when he first met his little friend, it was about four months after he’d eaten the Jiki Jiki no Mi fruit (to his credit he was just hungry and it wasn’t like his mother was gonna give his second helpings for dinner, but she’d happily save some for her…customers, the bitch).

· Kid grew up on a ‘spare parts’ island, a place where the Marines liked to dump old, unusable ship parts, and while most of it was rotten wood, there was a lot of metal there to practice his new powers on.

· As the red head struggled to pull more and more metal to him, he heard a thunderous growl, followed by a weird, high pitched, distressed sound.

· Screws, nuts, bolts and decently sized beams hit the ground with a loud clang and he scowled, who the fuck was on his training grounds!

· Killer – who had been drawing things in the dirt with a stick – looked up at the sound of metal falling to the earth, tilting his head to the side, “Something wrong?”

· Kid glared at his friend, holding up one hand and pointing to his ear with the other.

· Then he heard the weird sound again, and this time so did Killer.

· “Sounds like a Pokémon,” the blonde said.

· And Kid bolted in the direction of the noise, grinning like a madman, his first thought was “moving target practice!”

· Said moving target practice turned out to be a Houndour, it was growling and scratching at a hole in the ground at the base of a large pile of decaying, wet wood.

· “Oi!” Kid shouted, raising a hand, “Nutsack!”

· He flexed the fingers of his raised hand – a physical trigger that made it mentally easier to activate his abilities – and braced himself; it still took a second or two for it to kick in.

· Though the first metallic thing that flew to him was by far the least expected.

· A squealing sound came from within the hole, quickly growing louder and louder before something golden shot out of the hole, slamming into the Houndour at breakneck speed. The Pokémon yelped and ran, a slight limp in its gait as it retreated.

· Kid shouted, the golden thing screeched and both ended up on the ground, with the boy gaining a minor concussion.

· Once he stopped seeing double, Kid slowly sat up and rubbed his head, “The fuck was that?”

· “I leave you alone for 10 seconds to find you on your ass,” Killer sighs, walking over and helping his friend up.

· Kid stumbled still clutching his head, “Not my damn fault, something knocked me the fuck over!”

· There was a dizzy little sigh and both boys looked down, Kid finally getting to see what hit him.

· Two little eyes swirling from its own bonk on the head as two little golden gears click back and forth one tooth with each inhale and exhale.

· Killer’s jaw dropped, “Holy shit, is that a-”

· A shit-eating grin spreads across Kid’s face, “Shiny Klink.”

· The two of them stared in wonder at the rare little Pokémon, surprisingly Kid was the first to snap out of the trance.

· He pulled out a pokeball he kept in his pocket - the first one he ever made with his own two hands, and hucked it at the knocked-out Steel-Type with a triumphant shout of “Mine!”

Tyrantrum Variant

· It was around the time Drake was just a teen and a part of his dad’s pirate crew – though this was in the early days of said crew, so let’s say he was about 14.

· While on stopping off at an uninhabited island for some R’n’R, Barrel allowed his son off the ship to stretch his legs, this was not usually allowed at port towns as he didn’t want the “brat” causing any trouble, plus the pirate captain had the optimistic mindset of “and who knows, maybe he’ll get lost, or maybe a Pokémon will eat him.”

· Drake took the opportunity to explore what was a rather hilly/mountainous terrain (think New Zealand (haven’t been there? Think Lord of the Rings)). He climbed to the top of a small mountain, excited to soak in the view lush forests covering the island and the sight of the surrounding sapphire ocean.

· Though when he got to the bare, rocky top it wasn’t the view that caught his interest, but a very, very, very smooth rock, oddly shaped like…an egg?

· It was actually quite pretty, light grey like any normal rock apart from the two large purple ovals, one on either side. And of course, ever the curious young lad, Drake approached the strange rock.

· Once he got to the odd object, he noticed how big it was, coming up to his kneecaps as it sat on its larger end…damn did it look like an egg…

· *tap, tap*

· Drake looked around for the source of the sound, before his gaze slowly returned to the rock at his feet.

· *tap, tap* *wiggle*

· Drake panicked, “Shit, no, wait, hold on!”

· *crack*

· Seemed like the rock egg didn’t want to listen.

· With a tiny mighty, high-pitched bellowing squawk roar (at least that’s how Drake told it when he joined the Marines) a baby Aerodactyl burst forth from the crumbling eggshell!

· Though at the time Drake had no idea what it was, as Aerodactyl were said to be extinct.

· The newborn beast stared at the open sky above the mountain for a couple of seconds, mesmerised by the soft fluffy clouds that seemed to be in jumping distance. Then its eyes snapped to look at Drake, who immediately noticed its fangs.

· He took a step back, raising his hands, unable to stop the nervous smile that spread across his face, “E-easy there, little, uh, little…b-buddy?”

· The creature stalked towards him.

· “N-now, hold on there, y-you don’t wanna eat me,” Drake laughed, of course it did, it was just born and it was hungry, “I-I’m all s-s-skin and bones.”

· The Pokémon growled, continuing its slow advance, a little wobbly on its feet.

· Drake felt the back of his heel dangling off the mountain edge and his heart shot up into his throat, this was it, he was gonna be eaten by a baby!

· The Aerodactyl stopped, its maw millimeters from his leg, he could feel the heat of its breath even through his thick pants. Drake doubted it would be painless, he could only hope it would be quick.

· The newborn paused, looking up at his trembling form…and smiled?

· It chirred, nuzzling the tip of its beak against the boy’s outer thigh.

· And to Drake it felt like a thousand things clicked into place all at once. Pokémon imprint on the first living being they see when they hatch.

· This little ancient dino thought he was its mummy…

#x drake #eustass kid #one piece #pokemon event #my writing #pokemon x one piece crossover #one piece headcanons