#prompt raptor hours

[silverutahraptor]

We live for another year! (unlike Izuna T-T ) So a prompt! Whats your take on an AU where Madara uses his eyes to send his soul(and maybe Izuna or the other founders!?) into the future after they die, to be like reincarnated and stuff....what if Madara and Izuna wake up in the bodies of dead children during the massacre?

Anon. MY HEART,,,,

okay so first of all, for dttb/my Izuna In Canon timetravel fic one of my alternate ideas was to have Izuna wake up as Sasuke, which was… a special kind of fun :) I decided to go with the fic as it is now, but I did think about it a lot back then. So the following drabble is in part inspired by my considerations back then.

I also love pain, so here you go with a lil Izuna POV for “what if Madara and Izuna wake up in the bodies of dead children during the massacre?” under the Read More. It totally didn’t take me down a rabbit hole of “omg that would be so neat” and I absolutely didn’t spend a whole lot of time on it

Izuna wakes up to, unsurprisingly, find himself bleeding from a deep wound in his chest and fierce pain radiating through his entire body, making his thoughts hazy. The latter might explain why his chakra stores feel utterly parched, his hands when he tries to instinctively reach for a weapon are… tiny, and he’s… surrounded by bodies? Very small bodies. Izuna wipes at his face and succeeds in dragging himself into a mostly upright position. Then he startles badly because there’s someone else in the room. “Izuna. Izuna!” The kid—a girl—hissing his name while grabbing his shoulders painfully tight is unfamiliar beyond the typical Uchiha features, but the way she says his name… The way her eyes spin into a Sharingan and then further into a dizzying and achingly familiar Mangekyou pattern. “Nii-san?” Izuna rasps against all hope, spattering flecks of blood across the girl’s pale face. “Yes,” she says and presses one of her hands right atop of the stab wound on Izuna’s chest. “I… something went wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I—you weren’t supposed to be still hurt.” The hand begins to glow a dim green, and almost immediately Izuna can breathe a little easier. Izuna has a lot of things to say, most of which include shouting, questions, and shouting questions, but the girl’s—no, Nii-san’s… this is going to be so confusing—Madara’s chakra is nowhere near the usual hurricane flood and draining frightfully fast even as Izuna feels less and less like he’s still dying. “That’s enough, stop,” he demands and follows it up by shoving Madara away. They stare at each other. Izuna now, however small he is, is still nearly a head taller than the girl’s body Madara has somehow ended up in. “...perhaps my imouto can explain the situation a bit more,” Izuna eventually says, the corners of his mouth twitching despite everything. He knows this is Madara, he knows that they’re both alive somewhere they shouldn’t be; but together, what can they not figure out? What can they not do? The girl—Madara huffs. “Well, you died, and then—” The room is suddenly filled with shinobi, strangers, in bone-white animal masks. It’s only the rapid flick of a single handsign from Madara—so quick it looks nearly accidental—that stops Izuna from burning everything around the two of them with a Katon. Follow. There’s some irony in this; usually it’s Izuna telling his brother to wait before turning to decisive action, to gather more intel before striking.  But Izuna has a feeling Madara knows far more about this situation, far more about these strangers-maybe-enemies than he does at the moment, and he trusts him. For now, he’ll play the part of a small and injured child just like Madara will. 

Further thoughts:

Okay, ngl, the first thing going through my mind after reading your prompt was “WHAT IF Madara… but reincarnated into a tiny girl?”  + Izuna immediately and gleefully regarding himself as an older brother because of that :D 

putting both of them into the bodies of killed children and using that to put some constraints on the power they can wield at first (Izuna being injured, tiny chakra stores, etc.) is a neat way to introduce some tension and also force them to interact with the current Konoha, as imo if they had all their original power they might just decide to flatten the entire Village immediately.

You also mentioned “other Founders” but consider: there are very few conveniently killed Senju or Uzumaki descendants around for certain people to be reincarnated into.

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I hope you liked my answer!

#uchiha izuna #uchiha madara #dttb #don't trust them brother #raptor writes #my writing #prompt raptor hours #naruto founders #naruto #fanfic #ask #writing prompt

[deepspacedukat]

Bliss After Bliss

A giant thank you to @bigblissandlove1 for allowing me to borrow her pointy boi captain for this SoC prompt! S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from! ✨

Day 8: Multiple Orgasms

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, making out in a turbolift, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex against a wall, dirty talk, praise kink.

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At this diplomatic function, S’Talon had noticed her almost immediately. The beginning of the evening had been dull beyond measure, but he’d managed to maintain his facade of politeness. The moment she walked through the doors to the Federation flagship’s Ten Forward, he’d stopped short, completely losing his train of thought.

The Betazoid counselor he’d been speaking with followed his gaze and smiled.

“That’s one of the Enterprise’s medical staff. Would you like an introduction, Riov?” Counselor Troi gave him a knowing smile as she no doubt noticed his immediate attraction to the new arrival. He’d agreed barely a breath later when his eyes had met the mystery woman’s, and after a quick exchange of pleasantries, the counselor gracefully extricated herself, leaving Riov S’Talon alone with the object of his curiosity.

“Tell me, lhhei, have you ever been congratulated on your ability to work medical miracles before?” He asked, and she looked up at him in beautiful confusion. “You see, before this evening, I thought I’d seen beauty, but then you arrived and showed me how lovely life could be. My vision has never been so unhindered before.”

She let out a bashful laugh before she could stop herself, and when she lifted a hand to cover her mouth, S’Talon caught it carefully in his grasp and brought it to his own lips. The dilation of her pupils told him all that he needed to know about how he wanted the rest of the evening to unfold.

Barely half an hour later, they’d flirted and teased each other enough to make a hasty exit from the festivities inevitable. He wouldn’t have any problem making her scream over the dessert table, but such a respectable lady deserved to be treated with more decorum than that. They were merely looking for an excuse, and with a mischievous smile, S’Talon knew exactly how to make that possible. His lady was proudly grasping his arm as they chatted with a Federation ambassador - a particularly dull Bolian man - when he put his plan into action.

“Forgive me, Ambassador, but I’m afraid I’m not feeling well,” he said as he set his glass on the tray of a passing server. Turning to the lovely lady on his arm, he saw concern in her eyes. With a wink, he spoke to her. “I’ve been told you’re in the medical field, lhhei. Perhaps you could give me an examination...? I’d be most grateful.”

The exact moment when she caught on, her eyes widened and she gripped his arm a little tighter.

“Of course, Riov. It would be a pleasure.” As soon as they were alone in the turbolift, S’Talon’s accomplice placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “What seems to be the trouble?”

Eager girl. He’d definitely made the right choice. With a mock-serious expression, he placed his hands on her waist.

“Ah, you see, I’ve a rather persistent ache,” he answered, and she crooned sympathetically. “Yes, it seems to be exacerbated by the presence of gorgeous officers like you.”

“I’ve got just the thing,” she whispered catching his lips in a hungry kiss. Wrapping her more securely in his arms, S’Talon moaned against her when she nipped at the corner of his mouth. He could almost swear that the lift opened at one point along their journey, but if it did, nobody got in with them. A wise decision.

They’d barely made it to the Riov’s assigned guest quarters before clothes went flying. Her dress hadn’t even hit the floor before the Romulan dropped to his knees. Pressing her back against the wall, he lifted one of her long, beautiful legs over his shoulder and kissed his way up her thigh. Savoring the feeling of her fingers digging into his hair to guide him, S’Talon showed her just how talented a Romulan lover could be, even if it was only destined to be for a night.

He loved the way she shouted his name as she fell apart, and he made it his goal to make her repeat that performance as many times as was physically possible while he was in her company. When he rose to his full height, she dragged him into a passionate kiss that had him tearing at his own clothing. He tossed his tunic aside, unfastened his trousers, and took her against the wall in a flurry of moans, whimpers, and pleas for him never to stop.

“So warm and eager...I wanted you like this from the moment I laid eyes on you,” S’Talon admitted as he looked intensely into her eyes, allowing her to see the full extent of the hunger she’d inspired in him. His pace quickened when she moaned his name, and soon they both fell apart with sounds that were more reminiscent of animals than sentient beings.

But he wasn’t prepared to leave this encounter at a single instance of ecstasy. Not by a long shot. She’d looked at him curiously as he carried her to his bed, but he just smirked against her skin as he kissed his way down to her breasts.

“Riov...?”

“Your care has been exemplary, but I’m afraid that Romulans require more extensive treatment,” he explained as his hands slid down her waist. “But only if you’re willing to continue to provide it, of course.”

Instead of an answer, she cupped the back of his head, coaxing him back up to her lips.

By the early hours of the morning, S’Talon was thoroughly proud of the amount of times she’d come for him. To his delight, he’d discovered that provided the correct combination of stimulation and praise, consecutive orgasms made her tremble and call for him with a devastated sort of affection that made his lok ache.

This dance was one to which he was becoming addicted. Looking at the clock, he knew there would only be time for a few more rounds, so he resolved to make them the best she’d ever had.

“Such a good girl. You can give me a few more, can’t you? Yes, of course you can.” S’Talon murmured as his fingers curled against his lover’s sweet spot over and over, drawing lovely little moans from her lips. “That’s right, give yourself over to me again. You deserve so much pleasure.”

He’d wondered all night what medium would suit a sketch of her the most, but he was stuck between oil pastels and his tried and true charcoals. As she tensed and arched off the bed in the throes of yet another orgasm, he couldn’t help but marvel at how responsive she’d been for him.

Without slowing his thumb’s movement on her clit, he quickly replaced his fingers with his lok, making her clutch at his shoulders as she begged him to fuck her again.

Moments later as she convulsed around his length, whimpering into the crook of his neck, S’Talon had made his decision: mixed media was the only solution. Continuing his unrelenting thrusts, the Riov allowed himself to become lost in the feeling of his lover’s embrace.

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Romulan Words:

lhhei = my lady

Riov = Captain

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#deepspacedukat fic #Riov S'Talon of Romulus #S'Talon x Reader #I nearly combusted writing this #Bliss really did create a sex god when she made S'Talon #*biting through concrete*

[eminems-skittles]

HI CASSSS MY LOVEE CONGRATS ON 500 <333

okay here's what i be thinking LOL: for rooster, dialogues 10, 11, 12, 15, 20, and scenario 1, if ur picking up what im putting down LMAO. maybe friends to lovers vibe

(also no pressure at all to use all the dialogues just the general ~vibes~ from them is what i was going for LMFAO ily CONGRATS AGAIN)

500 follower event

pairings: rooster x fem!reader warnings: uhhh plane crash; vague injuries; hospitals; god awful writing reader's call sign is raptor because that's what hj wanted

dialogue prompts 10-“I almost lost you.” 11- “Wanna bet?” 12-“Don’t you ever do that again!” 15- “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 20- "you feel like home to me." scenario 1- hugs that last a little longer than they should

for hj my beloved <3

it was supposed to be a routine fly. y/n and rooster were just doing a practice before the actual mission when her engine started failing. the loud blaring of the alarm filled her ears as she looked around desperately.

"rooster, we have an issue," she rushed out, fussing with the controls. they were both flying solo to test out the training course. rooster was ahead of y/n, leading the way through the course.

"what is it?" he tried to look back at her jet but failed. he waited for her response but couldn't hear anything except the faint blare of the alarm. "talk to me, raptor. what's happening?"

"right engine failed," she shouted. "left engine failure. nothing is working. rooster-"

her comm cut out and all rooster could hear was the deafening silence mingling with the loud roar of the engine, both equally loud in his ear. "raptor!? talk to me!"

he saw a bright orange flash reflect on the glass before he heard hondo's voice in his ear, "raptor's down. rooster keep flying. do not turn back. that is an order. "

"i have to go back, i can't just leave her here," rooster shouted.

"listen, bradshaw, if you turn back you will be grounded. we are sending a search and rescue team," cyclone demanded. "fly back now."

rooster cursed, hitting his hand on his leg before flying back to the base. as soon as he was cleared to, he was out of the plane running to the rest of his team.

"did they find her yet?" he was out of breath, worry was wracking his whole body. "did she eject from the plane or was she in it?"

"she ejected. they are bringing her back right now," bob said, placing a hand on rooster's shoulder to offer some comfort.

the team sat with bated breath, waiting for their teammate to return safely. it felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders when they heard the whirring of the blades. soon the helicopter was landed and before he could even comprehend what was happening, rooster was sprinting right for it.

the search and rescue crew was lowering a gurney to the asphalt as rooster was approaching. his heart broke at the sight. y/n wasn't too injured but she wasn't awake and there was a giant cut on her cheek as well as a few bloodstained rips scattered about her flight suit. the emts started pushing the gurney, breaking out into a run. rooster held onto the side of it, running alongside everyone else.

hours later, rooster sat impatiently in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hallway with a bag of his clothes at his feet. his knee was bouncing up and down, up and down, as his fingers tapped his thigh anxiously.

"you can go in now. she's still sleeping and she could be out for the next few hours, just to let you know," the on call nurse told him.

before he could even blink, rooster was out of his seat and walking into the small hospital room. he pulled up a chair and grabbed y/n's hand once he sat down. she looked so small and delicate in the hospital bed. he knew there was nothing to worry about, the doctor had said the wounds were superficial and there would be no long term injury or complications. however, it did not bring him any comfort to see her laying in the hospital bed. it was something he never ever wanted to see.

"hey raptor," he whispered, his voice hoarse and low. his thumb traced the back of her hand. "i know the doctors said you're fine but you need to wake up because i can't do this without you. i...i just need you to wake up okay? i need to know you're actually okay."

the room was filled with silence, with the exception of y/n's breathing and the several monitors she was hooked up to. rooster sat waiting patiently for maybe thirty minutes before he felt a shift in his hand. his eyes darted right to y/n's face, jumping slightly when they landed on y/n's open eyes.

"hi darling," he whispered to her.

"hey," she coughed out, her mouth dry from not talking for so long. she looked around, panic in her eyes as she took in her surroundings. "where am i? what happened?"

"you're in the hospital. your engines failed and you had to eject. you took quite a tumble when you landed, but you're okay,"he explained, taking a breath before continuing, "really scared me there, baby. don't you ever do that again." his hand reached up to brush her hair back. he smiled as you leaned into his touch. "how're you feeling?"

"tired. sore." she closed her eyes for a second, leaning back against her pillow. when she looked back at him, she saw the fear in his eyes. "why are you looking at me like that? i'm okay, brad. i'm okay."

"it's just...i almost lost you, y/n. i don't know what i'd do without you, i really don't," his voice was thick with emotion. he looked away, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "you feel like home to me. i don't know how i could go on if something happened to you. i'm just so, so glad you're safe. and i know we are just friends but today made me realize that i don't want anything to happen to either of us before i tell you how i feel. i love you, y/n. so much."

"oh, bradley," y/n sighed, her eyes filling up with tears. she squeezed his hand tightly in hers. "i love you too."

rooster beamed at y/n, letting a few tears roll down his face.

"ahem," the cough startled the pair causing the two of them to jump. cyclone was stood in the door. "raptor, the doctor said you're cleared to go but no flying for a few days."

the announcement that she could leave brought a smile to both y/n and rooster's faces. rooster helped her change into the clothes he had brought for her, a sweatshirt and a pair of his old sweatpants, clothes she often borrowed when she would crash at his apartment.

once she was dressed, rooster was pulling her into his arms as gently as he could. she reciprocated, hugging him tightly. rooster brushed his fingers down her spine. y/n stepped back after a second, or at least she attempted to before rooster was yanking her back against him.

“we can’t stay here all day, brad,” she whined.

"i can. wanna bet?" he said with a smirk.

"whatever, let's go," she said while pulling him out of the room and linking their hands together.

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[rubianarosevine]

StickminTober2023 + OC-Tober Prompts 3

Right, prompts were Superstition and Police Force. Gotta have Johnny when it's about the police force lmao.

You can tell I lost motivation here, I finished this like an hour and a half after midnight of Oct. 3-

So little lore on Rasi rq, as a replacement for art quality from me, lmao. They're non binary cause idk what they really wanna be yet, they're a lil skrunkly, a lil scrimblo, bean, chaotic gremlin, etc. They got banished from the physical realm, spirit tied to an acorn that grew around a dragon graveyard kinda. Fun fact, they built their own new physical form with a dragon skull, wood, nearby animal fur (maybe like a panther? Still figuring out their backstory lmao) and other things I've yet to figure out to create a raptor-like appearance. Another fun fact, they literally fall apart. Useful for escaping cages in Murder Drones. *Cough* Magnets *Cough* wHaT-?

But enough about the blorbo, it art teim

Rasi on left, Johnny Panzer (THSC) on right, and a grumpy Rupert Price in the middle.

..RASI, BUDDY, WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A SNAKE, THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT-

LOAF, TOX, I SWEAR TO CELESTIA IF EITHER OF YOU DRAW THEM AS A SNEK- (/positive)

#stickmintober2023 #oc tober #the skrunkly #The motivation- it ded- #Man I need to draw earlier lmao

[dispatchwithlove]

I saw your prompts list, so I'm hoping this is the right way to ask (I am TERRIBLE at Tumblr). I'd love to see you do "Kissing tears from the other’s face." please and thank you!

First, I am so incredibly sorry this took almost a year to answer 🤦‍♀️ It was a tough year! But I finally got something together for this. Thank you so much for the ask! It gave me the perfect opportunity to write a little glimpse into Jane and Garrus's future 😊

He was perfect. Delicate charcoal plates, bright green eyes, and the tiniest little hands with fingers so precious Jane could nibble on them for hours. 

Cradling him in her arms, close to her chest because Garrus was still putting the Cowl Creator together, she lifted her hand to her mouth. Wrapped around her index finger were two fingers, too small to be real, talons freshly trimmed so he couldn't hurt himself. Or her. 

She placed his two perfect fingers between her lips and nommed on them, struggling to keep nibbling through her giant smile. Sweet little chirps filled the air, a melody to her ears and he was a sight of joy — mandibles only as big as her fingers jittering wildly, his eyes locked on hers full of surprise and glee. Her heart was so full she thought it might just burst. 

He was perfect, their baby.

Sweet little Nicotus. 

“There, I think I got it,” Garrus said walking into their bedroom with the Cowl Creator in hand. “Just made a few modifications and I trust this thing a lot more. Shouldn't rub on your shoulders anymore either.”

As soon as Garrus walked in the room and laid eyes on Niccy, a deep, sweet purr started. Similar to the one that sounded for Jane, but this one was, well, it was somehow paternal, even to Jane’s human ears. It made her fall in love all over again. 

“Thank you, amar,” Jane said.

“How’s he doing?” Garrus said, tossing the Cowl Creator on the bed and placing his very large hand atop Niccy’s perfect little head. Niccy’s whole body fit in Garrus’s hand, talon tip to wrist. 

“Perfect,” Jane murmured, so softly it was nearly a song. “He’s perfect.”

“Wait till he’s screeching at 2am.” 

As if he understood, Niccy’s eyes flashed to Garrus and he kicked out his legs with a ripply giggle. 

Jane brushed Niccy’s cheek with a hooked knuckle. “I don't think I'll be able to sleep so I don't mind. Baby turians sound kind of like meowing cats, anyhow. It’s adorable.”

“Very insistent meowing cats. Like a raptor and a cat had a baby.” Garrus patted his head gently, then reached up and brushed Jane’s cheek with his knuckle, just like she’d brushed Niccy’s. “His eyes are just as beautiful as yours. Same color. I didn’t want to say that before we got him home, just in case something fell through, but,” Garrus sighed, contended. “His eyes remind me of yours.” 

Tears welled up and spilled without warning, trailing down her cheeks. The softness turning in Garrus’s eyes at the sight of her tears made her lip tremble. She couldn’t even wipe them away with Niccy in her arms, so they just fell. Until Garrus reached up and wiped them away with his thumb. 

“Hey saccha, honey, come here,” he said. 

“Dammit, I didn't want to cry.”

“I've been keening all day, amar. It’s okay.”

“I know but you’re the crier, not me.”

“True,” he said with a soft smile.  

Niccy yawned, rubbing his nose with his tiny little balled up fist. The tears just wouldn't stop, though, so Garrus took Niccy from her arms, gently, carefully, with love, tucking Niccy into his cowl. As she wiped at her cheeks Garrus took her into his warm, strong arms and cuddled her at his keel. Jane was just as snug as Niccy. 

Jane sniffled and Garrus took her chin in his hand, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. 

“I’m just so happy, honey,” Jane said. “It hurts my heart I’m so happy.” Her tight throat burned and the tears kept trickling down.

“Me too,” Garrus said, pressing his lips to her forehead to leave a sweet kiss. 

“I knew finally having him home with us would—” She sniffled again, so hard that her chest shuddered and she almost hiccuped. . 

“Come here.” Garrus’s arms held her even tighter, the pressure making her feel secure, like that moment would never end and they’d always be that happy. He pressed his lips to her tear soaked cheek, kissing them away with such tender love that they stopped. “I love you,” he told her. Moving to her other cheek, he kissed those tears away as well. 

When she smiled her chest lifted with a happy breath, and her lip stopped trembling. “I love you too. So much.”

A little nasly peep came from Niccy. Curled within Garrus’s cowl, his eyes were closed, tiny little mouth parted just slightly. 

“Was that a little snore?” Jane asked.

Garrus looked down into his cowl and smiled. “Yeah, he’s asleep.” 

Jane’s palm slapped to her mouth, the trembling lip taking back over. “He’s so perfect,” she said. And the tears started all over. 

#ask prompt #kissing prompt #shakarian #garrus x shepard #i love nicotus 🥺 #jane and garrus are parents 🥺 #the cases of shepard and vakarian #parenthood fic

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #18: Lazy Days

(Pretty much a continuation of last Sunday’s Lazy Day just with the kids not in last week’s.)

Keaira crossed one leg over the other at the knee. Trying to still sit as lady-like as she could in this skirt. Loved the skirt but she also didn’t want to give everyone a free show seeing as it stopped just short of her knees. Too used to the freedom of sitting however she wanted when she was wearing pants or shorts. But right now she was having a day off and wanted to look pretty instead of ready to kick ass. 

Sipping idly at the cold drink in her cup as she watched the wonderful variety of people that passed through the Quicksands in Ul’dah. Being home was nice and all because she got to see her family. But sometimes she just wanted to sit and chill. Like today. So she did her favorite pastime of people watching.

Looking up at the sound of a voice speaking to her. A charming smile on her pink lips. Well people watching was all well and good. At least till someone had the guts to walk up and talk to her. If she liked the person enough, there might be other fun for a night ahead.

***

Valen took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. At least he was back and able to relax for a little bit. Well after his aunt had tended to the minor wounds he’d gotten while out with Cashmere. Seeing as Cashmere had ratted him out. Not really. She’d gotten caught by Sana as she returned and wasn’t going to lie. Couldn’t blame her for that. So he’d gotten himself tended to before he could relax himself. 

He much enjoyed feeling the sand beneath him as he laid down on the beach. Dropping his sunglasses over his eyes as he moved his hands to rest behind his head. Snag an hour or two of sunshine at least. Maybe take a swim. Just a little peace and quiet. No lessons awaited him back at the company today. Nor any work. Today was just simply relaxation. 

***

Marielle paused, Blue bumping into her with a small noise of surprise. The little raptor wasn’t so little anymore. But when someone stops in front of you for no reason… Blue gave a snort.

Crouching down, Mari carefully moved the leaves and branches on the bush she’d stopped near. Plunking off a few berries and adding them to her pack that Blue carried on his back. Rubbing Blue’s head before she moved on. “We should find something to take home to Bodge too. Flowers maybe?” Looking towards the raptor as if he could verbally answer her question. She shrugged as she kept walking about the woods. Pausing again near the river as she crouched again. “What about fish? I’m sure we could make a nice dinner with a few fish. Yes, I think we shall do flowers and fish. Bodge should like that.”

***

It had taken quite the effort to get him to leave his workshop. Asher rarely left it most days. Well except for when the Moonfire was happening. That had been worth it with all the bombs and explosions to be had. Oh and the fireworks!

The crew all sat around the room they commonly used as their mess hall. The captain climbed onto the head table with a mug in their hand. Offering a toast to their latest haul. As well as to Asher’s work to keep them running as well as they could. Making Asher blush and rub the back of his neck. He did love the work he did for the team. Between fixing their gear and ships to coming up with new ways to make things run smoother. 

Letting them pull him into the celebration. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this much a part of something. Not even with his brother’s crew back in the Shroud. Sure they had partied sometimes but never quite like this. Never like a family of misfits that accepted everyone. This was home for him. Today he’d spend time with his family and his projects could wait.

***

Adel still wasn’t used to how little time she’d spent on the Lady Infernal. It was strange to be on land more than sea. But with the current happenings in the world, there was less for them to do. Or at least less enemies to attack. But she wasn’t just going to spend all her time around the Missing Member either. Hells with that.

Maybe it was time to pick up a hobby. Already nixing the idea of a side job. Sitting on the edge of the pier, her bare feet dangling as she looked out over the sea while thinking. Surely she could find something to do to occupy her free time.

The captain had suggested she take a trip somewhere. But she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of being away from the Sirens that long. Not when she was the crew’s mender. Being away so long or far worried her. What if they had to go out to sea without her? She trusted her sisters to come back but that didn’t mean without injuries sometimes.

Sighing heavily as she kicked a foot idly. What to do…

***

Nebula had picked a spot to camp for the day. Could they have gotten a place in the city? Sure. But they much more enjoyed nature than the cities. Probably because they were so used to being with the Clan.

Cities could be stressful. So many people. Some that bumped into you without apology. Some that tried to con people they thought were foolish enough to fall for it. Or some that tried to steal from others on the sly.

No they’d stick to the comforts of nature. Karma was much more comfortable out here too. Petting the small plush’s head before moving to start preparing a fire. Tomorrow they could go into the city and do a little bartering. Tonight they just wanted a little calm. As well as a chance to check with the cards to find out how successful tomorrow might be for trading.

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[oldguy56-world]

The Heat is On

This is not a repeat of my July 2019 blog called 'Heat'. Nope. It is all new words and a different theme. What prompted this almost repeat? Well let me tell you. I always looked at the Labour (Canadian spelling so it is right) Day weekend as the end of summer. Not anymore. Last week in Death Valley California of the good old U.S. of A. they recorded the highest temperature in September of any place in the world EVER. I don't know about you but that seems like a long time to me. The kicker is this is not an anomaly as new records are being set all over the world. Here are just a couple:

Most people spontaneously combusting in an hour- Italy- 37

Most sweat produced by an individual in a day - 1 gallon - Detroit

You get the idea. The world is changing rapidly and it might be too late to do anything about it, I have some thoughts of things to be aware of but also how we can benefit from it. Come join me in this ride.

There is a thing called the heat dome in the Western U.S. that is moving east. My concern is what happens when it hits the permanent hot air front over Washington D.C. Can you say Apocalypse?

Americans will be flocking to Canada because it never gets hot here right? Let's propagate that myth and advertise relief. We can charge them $10 each to cross the border (much cheaper than Disneyland) and use the money to get rid of our deficit.

Now is the time to start hording and bottling all of our water. We seem to have a lot of it. Charge big bucks for the privilege of drinking clear Canadian water and again the money can go to debt relief and infrastructure. (If anyone from the government sees and adopts these strategies I am open to getting rewarded for the ideas. No more income tax for the rest of my life, and throw in some Raptors and Leaf season tickets just for fun)

Start building resort hotels on the coast of Newfoundland. I realize there are more than a few rocks that will need to be removed from their current beaches (if you have never been there hard to explain) but this can create a lot of jobs both in construction and the hospitality industry. They are the friendliest people on the planet so might as well make some bucks off of that as well.

I am going to sell all my shares in any industry that is winter based (especially tanning salons) and move the funds to Gatorade, Speedos, Sunscreen lotions and any product that will hide sweat stains.

We should start clearing land now for places we can use to grow oranges, bananas, mangoes (oooh mangoes) and other such products so we won't have to import them anymore. I like the sound of Snowkist Orange Juice.

Set up learning classes of how to turn our down-filled parkas into pillows. We have to hurt the My-Pillow guy somehow.

The opportunities are there, but given the fact weed is now legal here we might not have enough people with any drive left to do these things. Plan 'B' for me is to open up a munchie factory. Have to cover all of my bases.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Since the beginning of time things have constantly changed in the world. To adapt is to survive. To sit around and wait for things to go back to the way they were never works.

[laresearchette]

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[recentlyheardcom]

Russian Navy vessels near the Black Sea port of Sevastopol in Crimea on February 16, 2022.REUTERS/Alexey PavlishakUkrainian commandos on jet skis conducted a mission to damage a Russian electronic warfare station in Crimea.Members of the group told The Times of London how they carried out their covert and daring mission.The group had also been tasked with flying a Ukrainian flag on the peninsula for the first time in a decade.A unit of Ukrainian commandos traveled covertly across the Black Sea on jet skis in a daring raid on a Russian electronic warfare station in Crimea, a report says.A group of about 20 soldiers from the Brotherhood Battalion carried out the mission on Ukraine's Independence Day, August 24, The Times of London reported.Each jet ski carried two Ukrainian frogmen and traveled 125 miles across the sea to reach the peninsula."Our first target was an electronic warfare station so powerful not even a compass could work within 20 miles of the shore," Borghese, the battalion commander who coordinated the mission on the day, told The Times.The electronic warfare station had thwarted drone strikes and tracked British Storm Shadow missiles.Levan, the second in command of the elite special forces regiment the Timur group, told The Times that he spent two weeks practicing the journey on a jet ski before their mission.While the unit approached the peninsula, five Ukrainian support ships fired at Russian positions as a diversion tactic, per The Times.The original plan was to place explosives at the site before leaving, but the soldiers were spotted and had to resort to their backup plan, and instead struck it with anti-tank weapons and rocket-propelled grenades, Borghese told The Times.The commandos need to be "battle swimmers" with a "belief in God"The Timur group had also been tasked by Ukraine's spy chief Kyrylo Budanov, to raise a Ukrainian flag on the peninsula for the first time in nearly a decade, The Times reported.At the time, Ukraine's intelligence agency GUR said that a successful mission had been carried out which involved destroying enemy equipment, and said that the "state flag flew again in the Ukrainian Crimea."After the attack, Russian forces chased the Ukrainian soldiers using warplanes and Raptor patrol boats, prompting a rapid and dramatic evacuation."It was a battle for several hours of all these modern defense systems and aviation," Levan said.The unit's name refers to a religious aspect of its mission. Its recruitment posters appeal for "battle swimmers" with a "belief in God," The Times said.Targeting CrimeaSmoke rises from the shipyard that was reportedly hit by Ukrainian missile attack in Sevastopol, Crimea, in this still image from video taken September 13, 2023.REUTERS TV via REUTERSIn recent weeks, Ukraine has stepped up its attacks on the Crimean peninsula, striking various bases of Russia's Black Sea Fleet.Levan claims that his group's mission was the catalyst for the following attacks."I'm proud of my guys, the courage of our fighters and their incredible physical training. You can see that after we landed on the peninsula, a lot of interesting things started to happen there. I can tell you that this mission triggered all of this. It worked to make the enemy more vulnerable," said Levan."We now have the means to plan and execute even larger operations. There's a lot more to come."Read the original article on Business Insider

[just-jessie0]

Pip of a Raptor - The Death of the American Dream (Chapter 4)

The boys spent the rest of the morning and afternoon running around Mr. Brown’s property. The significant snowfall during the winter months had raised the pond’s water level well beyond its usual mark, prompting the reeds and cattails, which typically didn’t start growing until late July, to already begin sprouting. Dragonflies as large as mice circled lazily above the water, and the red-painted turtles extended their heads above the surface, monitoring their movements, poised for the right moment to pounce and secure themselves a snack. Frogs leaped around the perimeter of the pond, concealing themselves amidst the tall grasses or floating in the shallows at the water’s edge, and the boys entertained themselves for the first couple of hours by attempting to catch them before they jumped into deeper water.

Alfie could have sworn that the ones they managed to catch were just the same three or four over and over, but Jon insisted that his technique of chucking large stones into the middle of the pond was continuously forcing over fresh victims for them to try and capture.

They stumbled upon one frog with its innards protruding from its side, and Jon spent a considerable amount of time poking and prodding at it, causing the tiny frog to leap around for his amusement. Alfie felt bad for the little creature, and when Jon was distracted while attempting to sneak up on a garden snake sunning itself on a nearby rock, Alfie was able to gently pick the frog up and return it to the pond.

“Sorry,” he whispered to the frog. As it pushed off the palm of his hand and disappeared into the depths of the murky water, Alfie felt an ache in his heart, and he wished he knew how to protect the little creature from further harm.

A pained yelp from behind him snapped Alfie’s attention away from where the frog had vanished. Jon limped back to the pond; his head lowered. The palms of his hands were red with blood and his right knee was scraped raw.

“What happened to you?” Alfie stood up from his crouching position.

“Damn snake went in between some rocks, and I slipped trying to grab him.” Jon grimaced before rolling over dramatically, clutching at his leg. “I think I broke my ankle.”

Alfie had to turn around to hide his grin. “You literally walked over here. You didn’t break anything.”

Jon’s brow knit together. “Hey, you never know. I could be in shock. I’m pretty sure it sets in right after a traumatic event.” he said, hoisting himself into a sitting position, seriously inspecting his scraped knee.

“Traumatic event?” Alfie cocked an eyebrow. “Do you feel any different?”

Jon sat in silent contemplation for a moment. “Kinda hungry,” he finally answered.

“You’re a dumbass,” Alfie retorted. He thought he heard a faint chirp of agreement from the spot where he had released the injured frog.

When the boys tired of their frog catching game, they donned their gear and began their paintball match. The rules were simple: Alfie would start on the eastern side of the pond by the large fallen oak tree, while Jon would go to the western fringes of the woods, nearer to the farmhouse. As long as they remained within the confines of the trees, all territories were declared fair game. Once both boys were in place, they would count to 100 and start to close the distance between each other, avoiding detection until one of them seized the opportunity to unleash a colorful barrage from their paintball gun upon their unsuspecting target.

Jon undeniably possessed the physical advantage, his body ribbed with lean and powerful muscle even at such a young age. He was quick on his feet and could easily outrun Alfie.

Alfie lacked Jon’s physical prowess, his short and stocky frame still clinging to remnants of baby fat, but he more than compensated with skill. He developed a heightened awareness of his size, enabling him to navigate the terrain discretely and evade Jon’s detection. What truly set Alfie apart was his tactical acumen; he possessed an uncanny ability to exploit Jon’s vulnerabilities. Alfie routinely closed the gap to within meters of Jon before his friend even registered his presence.

Once Jon would detect Alfie, he would rapidly fire in hopes that one his sporadic shots among the many in his frantic attack would hit his target. Alfie on the other hand, had never once missed an open shot. If Jon fell within Alfie’s line of sight, the game was essentially decided in Alfie’s favor before it had even truly begun. This normally led to a very frustrated and paint-covered Jon to let loose a string of expletives before insisting that they reset for another round.

The hours continued, and the boys slowly ventured deeper into the woods, away from the pond and familiar landmarks surrounding the farmhouse. The woods grew denser and more untamed, with even the deer trails thinning into nothingness. The sun had just started to show signs of setting, and Alfie called out to Jon, who he just managed to hit with a skilled shot for the seventh game in a row.

“Are we still on Mr. Brown’s property?” Alfie asked.

Jon paused mid-stride, pulling up his paint covered mask and surveyed the area. “I think so,” his voice trailed off, doubt etched across his face. “Let’s just turn around and go back to the pond.”

The boys attempted to retrace their steps. They stumbled upon what could only be described as a wild Christmas tree farm with evergreens ranging from mere twigs sprouting from the earth to towering trees akin to those the Breyer family displayed in their foyer during the holidays. As they both agreed that they each would have remembered walking through the pine laden area before, they quickly realized that they must have made a wrong turn.

Both boys checked their phones, hoping for cell service or a signal that would allow them to call for help or use a map to sort out their location, but neither of them were able to establish a connection.

They spent a good deal of time arguing about which direction to go next. Eventually, Alfie suggested that they start to head south.

“How do you know which way is South?” Jon asked incredulously. He crossed his arms over his chest.

Alfie pointed a dirt-smudged finger in the direction of a fallen tree, its trunk riddled with holes from rot. The far side was dotted with short green stubble.

“Moss grows to the north,” he pointed to the sun, now low enough in the sky to cast long shadows from the surrounding trees, ensnaring the boys in their shadowy grasp. It made both boys feel uneasy, though neither of them voiced their discomfort. Alfie cleared his throat, “and the sun sets in the west.”

He turned once more, now pointing behind him. “That way must be south. You live on the south side of the road, and Mr. Brown lives on the north. If we head south, we’d have to reach the road eventually.”

Jon followed Alfie’s finger with his eyes and stared blankly.

“Alright,” he said finally, sounding unconvinced. “How do you know about the moss thing?”

Alfie kicked an unruly branch out of their path and then shrugged. “Just something my Pop-Pop taught me.”

The boys ventured southward through the woods for nearly an hour. The sun had descended below the tree line, and they stumbled over the scattered rocks and gnarled roots as their vision struggled to pierce the growing darkness. Just as Jon was about to express his apprehension regarding Alfie’s navigational skills, Alfie emitted a sound of delight and motioned to a large object in the distance.

“What is it?” Jon asked. The boys cautiously stepped closer to the sizable mass.

“I think it’s a teepee.” Alfie replied.

The rudimentary structure was made up of long, thin branches gathered from various spots in the surrounding woods. The branches were arranged in a tripod shape, with their lower ends splayed out at the base and their upper ends banded together with a bungee cord. An old, worn bed sheet was wrapped around the sides and fastened securely with zip ties at regular intervals. As they approached, Jon called out a weak ‘hello,’ which went unanswered, and the boys dared to explore further.

Inside, the ground was covered with well-worn but surprisingly clean dog beds and multiple blankets were folded and stacked neatly against the side. Another bed sheet lined the branches inside and pinned to the fabric were various drawings of something, but of what the boys couldn’t decipher in the dark. A tiny container filled with pencils, pens, erasers, and sharpeners sat near the blanket stack and a mini waste container was set near the entrance of the hut, half filled with pencil shavings, juice pouches, and crumpled up snack bags. Both boys could comfortably fit inside without crowding each other.

Alfie and Jon were fascinated by the teepee and would have lingered around the area longer if they had discovered it earlier in the day, but the weight of exhaustion and weariness far surpassed their natural curiosity and Alfie trailed behind Jon as they continued to trek south.

“There!” Jon said after a couple more minutes of walking. A light in the distance broke through the line of trees and the two boys started to jog to the source. “I thought we were gonna be stuck in there forever.”

“Do you see the road yet?” Alfie said, huffing trying to keep up with Jon’s pace.

“Dude, I can barely see you.” Jon replied.

The feeble light filtered through a tiny window, obscured by layers of dirt and grime. The window was a part of a house that was showing extreme signs of decay. The roof appeared as though it had partially collapsed, and a massive sheet of scrap metal had been haphazardly placed to cover the breach.

In a makeshift parking area, a rusted truck and a car lacking wheels and windows occupied a clearing at the rear of the house. Piles of debris, car parts, scrap metal, and broken furniture were piled against the sides of the house, with some stacks reaching heights greater than the boys themselves. Somewhere within the house a woman cackled, and glasses clinked. The area surrounding the residence smelled faintly of garbage and the sickly-sweet odor clinging to the air caused Alfie’s stomach to churn.

“This place is nasty,” Jon said, waving his hand in front of his nose. 

“Do you know who lives here?” Alfie whispered to Jon as they slowly approached the decaying back porch. Jon shook his head.

“I’ve never been here before but must be the property next door to Mr. Brown’s.”

“Okay, let’s just find the road.”

“Huh?” Jon responded absentmindedly, squinting as he tried to peer through the window.

“The road, Jon.” Alfie whined.

Just as Jon poised to respond, the porch door creaked open, shattering the tranquil symphony of crickets chirping in the trees with the booming bass from a blown-out speaker.

“Samuel!” a woman's voice called out flirtatiously, carrying the distinctive croak of someone who had spent decades chain-smoking. The boys froze, hearing a man grunt in response just feet away on the other side of the door.

From within, a chorus of men bellowed an off-tune song, the sudden cacophony startling the boys. Alfie leaped back in surprise and a sharp, crunching noise came from beneath his sneaker as he stepped on a stray shard of glass that lay on the unkempt lawn of the residence.

“The fuck?” the gruff, unfriendly voice near the door muttered. A strangled sound escaped Alfie’s throat.

The door swung wide, and a towering man burst forth, clad in oil-stained sweatpants and a white tank top out that barely contained his beer gut. His disheveled gray beard and receding hairline accentuated the jaundice tint of his eyes and the deep-set lines carved into his face. Clenched firmly in his grasp was a half-empty liquor bottle, its contents sloshing onto his shirt as he stumbled over one of the loose boards on the porch.

He regained his balance and locked eyes with Alfie and Jon, both of whom were now seriously regretting their decision to approach the house.

"The fuck," the man repeated, this time a little louder. His initial surprise swiftly morphed into confusion, then annoyance. 

His yellow, unfocused gaze flitted over the boys, first taking in the two paintball guns clutched in their hands before landing back on their faces. His stare brushed over Alfie before settling on Jon. His eyes hardened, and his expression twisted into something downright violent.

“Y’wanna tellme what the hell you’re doin?” the man slurred, taking a menacing step toward them. Though Alfie was sure he was speaking to them both, he never looked away from Jon. The man’s lip curled into a sneer, showcasing two crooked rows of stained teeth.

Taking another step towards them, the man snarled, “You the little fuckers that broke into my truck and took my pills?” The stench of alcohol permeated the air around him. “Did you plan on coming back for more? Helping yourself to more of my shit?” His voice crescendoed into a deafening roar, the sound grating against Alfie’s eardrums, and he fought the urge to cover his ears with his hands.

Another stride, and now the man was within arm’s reach of Jon and Alfie. He continued to shout, “Y’think you’re tough, huh?” while gesturing toward the paintball guns. “Y’want me to fetch my piece? You little shits wanna go ‘gainst me!” The man reached out and grabbed Jon by the collar of his shirt, yanking the boy so they were standing nose to nose.

Jon’s face drained of all color and his eyes widened, showcasing far too much white around his hazel irises. His mouth hung agape, repeatedly opening and closing as if he were struggling to regain control over his jaw. Alfie had never seen Jon look so scared.

“I-I- We-” Jon stammered, his words faltering.

“We never stole anything, sir,” Alfie said in a rush, attempting to divert the man’s attention away from Jon. His words spilled forth desperately as he sought to defuse the situation. “We don’t even know what your truck looks like. I promise! We promise!”

“They’re f-f-for paintball,” Jon continued to stutter, now in a back bend, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the man who still had him in his grasp. 

The door creaked and rapid footsteps sounded from behind them. A diminutive figure emerged, deftly navigating her way around the terrifying man. Without physically touching either Jon or the man, she skillfully positioned herself in the tiny gap between the two. The man shoved Jon away so forcefully that he stumbled backward. 

It took both boys a moment to register that they recognized the skinny girl in the maroon sweatshirt with ripped thumb holes, and whose stringy brown hair clung to her scalp, drenched in excess oil.

“They’re here for me, Dad.” Her delicate voice was a shock; neither Alfie nor Jon had ever heard her speak before. “We have a group reading assignment that Mrs. Hampshire assigned to us for the summer, and I needed to give them the project directions.” She clutched something thin and rectangular close to her chest.

“I forgot that I told them to stop by whenever,” she said softy, averting her eyes from her father, gazing past him instead of directly at him. “I should have let you know. I’m sorry.”

She turned toward the boys. “This should be everything you need.” She regarded Jon with that peculiar expression she always wore before letting her gaze fall to their feet. With a jiggling motion, she held out a paper folder, signaling for one of the boys to take it. Alfie extended a trembling hand to accept the offering. 

“Thanks,” Alfie offered, as Jon still appeared incapable of stringing together coherent sentences.

Keeping her eyes trained on the ground, she nodded but stayed silent.

The school had always run a summer reading program, but it was an individual endeavor. Even if the assignment called for teamwork, she wasn’t in the same grade as the boys, so they wouldn’t have been paired together regardless. However, Alfie couldn’t shake the sense that Heather’s dad wasn’t particularly concerned with the finer points of his daughter’s school assignments, and Alfie wasn’t about to question the narrative she imagined up.

Alfie clenched the folder so tightly that it began to crinkle. “Um, thanks, Heather,” he reiterated, his voice slightly uncertain. He gestured with his hand, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “So, we’ll just be going then?” It came out sounding like a question.

At the mention of her name, her gaze flickered up to Alfie’s face quickly before dropping back downing again. She nodded once more.

Heather’s dad lingered for a tense moment, and Alfie feared that the man wouldn’t let them leave. After a few heart-pounding seconds, the man grunted and, casting one final piercing look at Jon, began to turn away. “Need another beer,” he muttered to himself. Pausing at the door frame, he shot a glare at his daughter. “Don’t invite people to my home without asking again.” She remained silent, and he didn’t wait for a response before heading back inside.

Without acknowledging the boys, Heather followed her father a moment later, taking cautious steps to avoid tripping on the extra fabric at the bottom of her baggy pants. Just before the door closed, Alfie noticed her reach over to the wall beside the door. He heard a click, and an outdoor floodlight illuminated the yard.

Tire tread marks, left behind by the truck parked at the yard’s edge formed a loop around the house before fading into the darkness beyond, away from the woods where the boys had emerged.

The boys only waited a fraction of a second before bolting to the path, running as fast as their legs would carry them.

They ran until the floodlight’s glow faded behind them and they were once again surrounded by only woods. While the thick foliage obstructed any view of approaching headlights, Alfie could hear cars driving on a road somewhere close ahead of them and he felt his muscles relax knowing that the main road was nearby. Satisfied that they were close enough to safety and far enough from the Heather’s father, the boys gradually slowed their pace from a sprint to a brisk walk.

“What the hell was his problem,” Jon shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. “I thought he was going to kill us! He’s insane, completely insane!”

Alfie couldn’t find a reason to disagree. “Why was he looking at you like that?”

“Dude, I don’t know!” he said with exasperation, looking at Alfie as if he was slow. He stopped walking and turned toward Alfie. “Do you think he’s gonna kidnap me?”

“I think he was super drunk,” Alfie said, attempting to reassure Jon, though he wasn’t entirely convinced of Jon’s safety himself.

“I think he wants to hide my body under the floorboards,” Jon muttered, running his hands over his face as if trying to erase the haunting memory of the man’s hostile gaze.

“Thank god for Heather,” Alfie remarked after a pause. “I don’t know how we would have gotten out of that mess if she hadn’t come to bail us out.”

Jon didn’t respond immediately. After a moment, he almost whispered, his brows furrowed, “Yeah… she really had our backs.”

“Did she seem okay to you?” Alfie looked at Jon, his concern evident.

“I’m pretty sure she’s always like that,” Jon said, not unkindly.

The trees gave way, and they emerged onto the main road, the floodlights of the Breyer’s mansion distant pinpricks across and down the street. They embarked on their journey back to Mr. Brown’s farmhouse to retrieve their bikes before going back to their own homes.

Jon cocked his head to the side. “Can’t blame her for being weird, I guess,” he remarked with an uncharacteristic touch of sympathy. “Dealing with that guy every day and all.” He shuddered.

Alfie made a noise of agreement and cast his gaze down at the folder, which was a crumpled heap in his hand. “No, you can’t,” he murmured. He opened the folder, only to find it empty inside.

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[silverutahraptor]

Some snarky Tobiizu moment? Or fluffy moment between Madara and Izuna?

Thanks for the prompt, Kura! I was in the mood for something a bit different, so here’s your TbIz drabble:

“Maybe if you weren’t such an idiot this wouldn’t have been such a big explosion.” “Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking dick—” “Izuna.” “Aww, insults getting to you? You should hear the things we tell our children sometimes.” “...” “No words to that, Senju?” “You’re insulting me to deflect from the fact that you were stupid enough to interrupt one of my experiments in a critical phase. I have to wonder who ever allowed you to run laps unsupervised, much less missions.” “Pah! You’re the one who set up some highly volatile and not to mention really fucking creepy  sealing experiment without bothering to tell anyone about it.” “Which would have been perfectly fine if someone hadn't decided to ambush me in my lab. Using Katon jutsu. I should have you arrested.” “I was burning your creepy evidence.” “You were trying to kill me.” “I’m telling your brother.” “I’m telling your brother.” “Hah! Do it, then. He’ll laugh into your stupidly handsome face.” “...Madara thinks I’m handsome?” “Madara…? You know what? Sure. Sure he does. I hope that gives you nightmares.” “Mostly it gives me motivation to figure out more ways to kill him.” “...More? Wait—”

And then they kissed. 

#tbiz #tobiizu #uchiha izuna #senju tobirama #my writing #raptor writes #drabble #prompt #writing prompt #prompt raptor hours #yeah i honestly don't know what that ending is #tobirama definitely misunderstood on purpose and just kept to the bit ig #becaus teasing izn is fun of course

[pintonki]

Ironman moneyclip

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As it turns out, quite a lot.Ī Spanish triathlete had one of the biggest moments of his life ruined after succumbing to cramp as he got down on one knee to propose to his partner at the finish line of Ironman Talinn in Estonia last week.Īfter finishing sixth in the men's 40 to 44 age group, an ordeal that took him over nine hours, Cristian Moriatiel got down on his knee, ring in hand, only to collapse in agony. Rushing thieving and Wintertodt are good ways. Getting 99 FM at Wintertodt and 99 Thieving at knights is sort of like a 'starter kit for ironmen'. Not a fan of the credit card life If you’re a money man, this robust behemoth money clip is a must-have With multiple silicone bands to separate the big ones from the change, this money clip is the best investment to safeguard your fat wads of dough wherever you go 79. So far Ive been using the agility pyramid, and was wondering if there were any better methods. War is a deadly business, and for a split second in Iron Man, the story’s comic-book mask falls and the mortality of the enterprise comes to the front.The plan was simple complete Ironman challenge, propose to girlfriend, live happily ever after. Relatively new hcim (btw) wondering what everyones method for making cash was. The sequence isn’t a warning that a man in powered armor might drop you out of the sky it’s that a freak accident will. Rhodes’ cover for the incident - a training accident - is painfully on-the-nose when you consider that training accidents kill more U.S. military, that one scene in Iron Man actually captures a sad reality of the military-industrial complex: for all the money and investment spent on high-tech military equipment, this shit breaks and breaks often - and U.S. But there’s a delicious sliver of irony that, despite the fact that these cinematic appearances are supposed to be advertisements for the U.S. military personnel aren’t the central heroes of these stories, which focus on more otherworldly phenomena (sorry, Captain America). There’s nothing wrong with this so far as storytelling goes, of course: U.S. While the Air Force’s entertainment liaison office may have viewed this entire sequence as all but a giant ad for the F-22, long the subject of its own production drama in military and legislative circles, let’s be real: the entire sequence is basically one long Class A mishap, and the only thing that would make it more realistic is a caveat that yes, the investigation into the incident is still ongoing as of Iron Man 2 when Rhodes eventually bogarts a suit of armor for the Air Force to weaponize. James Rhodes (a Marine aviator in the comics, but I digress) covering up the whole incident as a training mishap in which, thankfully, nobody died. Stark, being the hero, saves the pilot’s ass when his parachute won’t deploy, and the climactic scene ends in a distinctly unclimactic manner: with Air Force Col. Stark deploys flares to deal with an incoming missile before a hail of high-caliber gunfire from one of the Raptors forces him to deploy his flaps - and end up on the underside of one of the F-22s. What happens next is an unmitigated disaster: the F-22 rolls, sending the armored Stark tumbling into his wingman’s starboard wing and sending them both plummeting towards the ground. Sure, Tony Stark may turn from weapons dealer to armored peacenik, but it’s no secret that the Defense Department was happy to provide far-reaching production assistance agreements for the first two installments of the trilogy, furnishing Marvel Studios with everything from technical assistance to “production value” - soldiers, vehicles, and locations (see the C-17s at Edwards Air Force Base in Iron Man 2). Indeed, the DoD was more than happy to work with Marvel Studios until the “unreality” of The Avengers induced the Pentagon to halt its cooperation with the cinematic juggernaut (although that didn’t last long - just look at Captain Marvel). military-industrial complex as it is an overt critique. Little has changed in the decades since Stark first donned his suit of armor: as a movie, Iron Man is as much a product of the U.S. I thought it would be fun to take the kind of character that nobody would like, none of our readers would like, and shove him down their throats and make them like him … And he became very popular.” He was a weapons manufacturer, he was providing weapons for the Army, he was rich, he was an industrialist. “So I got a hero who represented that to the hundredth degree.

#Ironman moneyclip

[jobean12-blog]

The Story of Us

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,142

Summary: Bucky is broody muffin unless you’re around- then he’s just a soft muffin of love :)

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club cleanup the archive challenge and the super cute and sweet prompt below from my lovely friend @randomfandompenguin Thank you love! I hope you like this! You know I adore our beefy Bucky! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤ My beautiful divider is by @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff, Bucky’s read Henley, some friendly teasing and fun

“Hey Buck, Sam and I are going for a run. Want to join us?” Steve asks.

Bucky looks up from his cereal and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t feel like going out now. Thanks.”

Steve shrugs and claps him on the back. “See ya later Pal.”

Bucky finishes eating his breakfast and washes the bowl before grabbing his Henley and heading back to his room. He hears the soft padding of feet and immediately knows it’s you, his smile hard to hold back when you round the corner.

“Morning Bucky!” you chime, smiling brightly and brushing your hand over his arm. He doesn’t flinch or pull back and you’re grateful for it. In the time since he’s been here you’ve learned that he is ok with a soft touch here or there and you have never pushed for more, letting him lead.

“Hi doll,” he answers sweetly, turning back around and following you. “What are you up to?”

“Well, I started doing some cleaning, so I opened the windows in my room to you know just air it out but then I noticed how beautiful it is, so I decided to go for a walk instead,” you explain with a giggle. “Want to come?”

Bucky pulls his Henley over his head and grabs his hat. “I’d love to!” he says.

The two of you walk out into the warm sunshine and start down the street toward the nearest park. Conversation flows easily and you’re just about to finish your latest funny story when your shoe gets caught in one of the metal grates on the street and you start to fall forward with a screech.

Bucky’s metal hand reaches out and grabs yours, easily stopping your fall and gently pulling you upright again.

“Woah! You ok there doll face?” he asks, giving you a squeeze.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yea, I think so! Thanks for saving me! That isn’t the first time I’ve tripped over those things!” you tell him.

“No problem,” he replies, giving you a moment to gather yourself.

When you start walking again neither of your release your hands and you can’t help but feel the butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

Bucky looks down between your bodies at your entwined fingers and when you catch him you brush your thumb over his. His lopsided grin makes the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Now I don’t have to worry about you face planting again,” he teases lightly.

You’re just about to make a snarky remark when you hear yelling. Both you and Bucky turn your heads to see Sam and Steve on the other side of the path, waving and pointing. They jog over and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I thought you weren’t feeling like a run, Buck,” Steve chides playfully, Sam standing beside him with a goofy grin.

“Do I look like I’m running punk?” Bucky questions plainly, clearly not in the mood for them. “I’m enjoying a walk in this beautiful weather.”

Sam zeroes in on your clasped hands and mumbles something under this breath. Bucky shoots him a death glare and starts pulling you away.

“Alright, well have a nice walk. See you guys later,” Steve says, elbowing Sam so he starts running again.

When you get back to the compound you reluctantly leave Bucky’s company to go finish cleaning, but you promise to come find him later.

He makes a sandwich and grabs his book, sitting in the quiet common room to read. Nat, Clint and Wanda come in shortly after, bickering over what to have for lunch. They all greet Bucky, and he looks up with a wave.

“Do you want something to eat Bucky?” Wanda asks. “I’m making Paprikash.”

“I already ate thanks,” he answers and gets up.

“Well, there will be plenty of leftovers if you want,” Wanda shouts at his retreating form.

On the way back to his room Bucky considers stopping by to see how you’re cleaning is going but he decides to shower first. Afterwards he walks down the hall and lightly knocks. Waiting a minute, he still doesn’t hear anything and figures you aren’t in there, so he goes back to the kitchen.

Wanda, Nat and Clint are still there cleaning up from lunch.

“We’re going to play Pictionary when Steve and Sam get back. You should join us,” Nat says, looking at Bucky.

For a second it looks like he might agree to it but then he scrunches up his nose.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” he says, settling on a chair at the far end of the room.

Nat doesn’t push and grabs her phone. “Watch this guys,” she whispers to Wanda and Clint with a sly smirk.

A few minutes later you burst into the room.

“Where are Steve and Sam?! I want to play!” you nearly shout.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and look over at Bucky. You go to him and sit on the edge of his chair.

“HI! I was hoping I would catch you in here. I went by your room just before but clearly you weren’t there,” you giggle.

“I did the same thing about a half hour ago,” he admits shyly.

“I must have been in the shower!” you explain as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

It takes you both a moment to notice that all the chatter in the room has stopped and it’s strangely quiet. You glance over at Nat, Clint and Wanda, now joined by Steve and Sam and raise your brows. They are all staring and smiling.

“Who’s ready to play Pictionary!” Steve finally yells, breaking the silence.

“Want to play Buck?” you ask hopefully. “We can be teammates!”

He stands and reaches for your hand. “I would love that.”

You all pile onto the couches by the coffee table and Bucky pulls you down next to him, his arm falling over your shoulder. When you suddenly sit up you can see the worry etched across his features and you quickly reassure him.

“I just want to go grab my sweater. It’s always so cold in here,” you explain with a soft smile.

Bucky nods but then stops you.

“You could just take my Henley if you want?” he asks in a whisper. “I definitely don’t need it.”

“Yes please!” you tell him excitedly.

He stands and pulls it off, helping you get it over your head before you both sit down again.

You snuggle into his Henley and then under his arm as the two of you continue to talk while Steve sets up the game.

Sam leans Steve’s way, not bothering to keep his voice quiet when he says, “I can’t wait until the wedding when I can tell everyone what a broody bastard he was until she came along.”

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[beeindaclouds]

Hallo!! This is my first time requesting in this blog so I hope this is ok :D

Can I request C!Techno x dino!hybrid reader? Maybe a raptor or t-rex, I like the idea of having a prehistoric like partner. My childish tendencies made me go back to re-watch every jurassic park movies. But I hope this prompt is ok im not really used to requesting since im a bit shy. Thank you, have a good day and take care!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Hallo, thank you for the request!

I have to be honest, I don't think I've ever wrote something like this /pos

But I'll try my best! Hope you enjoy <3

C!Technoblade × DinoHybrid!Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

For a little bit of backstory

I imagine you having lived your entire life in the deepest part of the servers caverns

Your entire village did

They did it as a way of defending themselves from all the people that thought that your kind had gone extinct with rest of the Dinosaurs

God knows what they would do to you if they found out

You never shared the same thought as the rest of the village did

There was so much to explore on the surface and you wanted to see it with your own eyes

And one day the opportunity came

Somebody who was visiting must've mined to far into the caves, almost discovering your village, before they completely gave up thinking they wouldn't have found anything this deep

As the person started mining back up, you followed them up too

And that's when the light of the sun first hit you. The big ball of fire that you had only heard from your grandparents was now right there, in front of you

But you looked at it for too much and ended up burning your sight, which made you let out a whine and allert the person you followed

After reasoning with them, and them realizing that you couldn't have been a threat since they've never seen you before, you two introduced yourselves

His name was Technoblade, a piglin hybrid that happened to have so much time on his hands that he decided to try and mine as deep as he could in the caverns

You explained your whole situation to the piglin, happy to finally be able to talk about it with someone that wasn't like you

And Techno seemed pretty intrigued by you and your village

You two decided to keep this whole situation a secret. Techno would never talk about the village to anyone if he would visit you to teach you about the surface

Teaching you turned out to be...harder then the blood god expected

You knew nothing about the other living creatures, the resources and basically anything that wasn't under ground

But he had fun teaching you. You reminded him of a new born child starting to learn new things around them

He also liked to ask questions about your village and your species, to which you would happily answer

And he also adored to see you put your Dino abilities in action

Of course, all the time you two have spent togheter led to a change in your relationship; a change that had to then be discussed with both of your families

So, after much reassurance that everything would be ok and that if anything bad happened Techno would not leave your side, you brought him to meet your family

They were shocked, to say the least. A bit skeptical to let you and him be togheter

But after much talking and seeing just how much love you two shared for eachother, they decide to close an eye and let you be happy with Techno

Maybe the fact that he wasn't 100% human was a bonus, but we don't talk about that

The piglin also brought you to meet his family

You first met Phil, another hybrid, who quickly took a liking to you since you made Techno happy

The he introduced you to his two brothers, Tommy and Wilbur

Wilbur was very polite and teased Techno a lot, almost bringing out old pictures of baby Techno

Tommy happened to be with his two best friends, Tubbo and Ranboo, and the three found you cool and spent a good hour asking you questions

Technoblade had to step in to stop them from talking your ear off

After the hard part was out of the way, things seemed to go smoothly

You moved in with Techno on the surface

Some of the other dino hybrids from your village decided to give it a try and got out to explore

And your family came to visit you and the bllod god from time to time

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade #ctechnoblade #technoblade x reader #ctechnobladexreader #beeblurbs

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: Shower for Two

Today’s prompts for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ HBC Kinky Halloween are ghoul and quickie.. so my plan is to quickly write a quickie... haha we’ll see how this goes! It was 100% inspired by a photo that @nano--raptor​ shared with my this morning. And because I’m extra...here’s a moodboard to help set the scene.

Title: Shower for Two

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic, more suggestive than actual sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

It was finally lunch time.

You stood up from your desk, pushed in the chair and then left your home office, closing the door behind you.

It had been a rough morning. You’d spent the better part of it in meetings that should have been emails and the other part of it chasing down information from other coworkers. None of which had been on your mental to do list.

“Chris?” you called for your boyfriend as you headed for the kitchen. Finding the heart of the house empty, you furrowed your brow and called out another name, “Dodger?”

A distant bark caught your ear and you called the dog’s name again to figure out where it had come from.

The bedroom.

Curious, you made you way to the room you shared with Chris and found Dodger stretched out on the floor by the bathroom door.

“Good boy,” you told the dog, bending down to rub the top of his head. 

Hearing the shower on the other side of the door, you turned the handle and went into the bathroom before you considered why. It was only once you were in the steam filled room that you made a decision.

Striping your clothes off, you crossed the room and opened the glass shower door to join your boyfriend.

“Fuck!” Chris cried out as a draft of cooler air hit his hot skin.

“Sorry,” you said with a giggle. “Can I make it up to you?”

Turning, Chris raised one of his eyebrows and pulled you into his arms, so you were both under the shower spray.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

Instead of answering him, you slid one of your hands down his torso and to the thick member between his legs. 

"It’s a start,” he replied with a nod of his head. Even as he spoke, his hands sought out your breasts, making it clear that he had ideas for you, too.

Ideas that soon led to you being on the shower bench with Chris between your legs, lapping at your sex.

An hour later, you returned to your desk, hoping no one would notice that your hair was wet during your next meeting.

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[sukifans]

May I request a Zuko x Reader with prompt number 2 from the 50 cliché prompts? I'm desperate for some fluff

SWEATSHIRT // zuko

WC: 1.8k

PROMPT: “your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and i couldn’t help but steal it”

WARNINGS: none

A/N: if you want fluff you came to the right place—tooth rotting fluff is my specialty. the title may or may not be a jacob sartorius reference. yall remember when tik tok was music.ly?

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Living with Sokka certainly had its ups and downs. On the one hand, he always kept things interesting—you never knew what you might come home to find, and he often made you laugh so hard you had tears streaming down your cheeks. He could also MacGyver just about anything that broke in your apartment (usually broken by him, however). You’d only had to call maintenance once, when you’d found him stuck under the kitchen sink, absolutely drenched, and shouting for help as water viciously sprayed from the pipes and the garbage disposal made some sort of ear-splitting shriek.

On the other hand, his mind moved a hundred miles a minute and he often forgot little things, like closing the kitchen cabinets or starting the dishwasher. One such thing he tended to forget was to finish his laundry. Often you’d find his still-wet clothes in the washer or his clean clothes in the dryer, having finished several hours ago. The two of you had worked out a deal: if Sokka did the dinner dishes and bought the snacks for Movie Fridays, you’d make sure the apartment ran smoothly despite his forgetfulness.

That’s how you found yourself dumping a load of his clothes onto his bed after finding them in the dryer while trying to do your own chores. You picked through the shirts and boxer briefs before settling on stealing a deep burgundy sweatshirt—an unspoken part of your deal was that if you found his clothes, you were allowed to steal a t-shirt or sweatshirt of your choosing because he knew you liked to wear the oversized tops on lazy days.

He came back later that night to find you standing in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone while you waited for your tea to steep. Your wet hair hung around your face and you wore the red hoodie with sleep shorts and thick, fuzzy socks.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes.

“Hey.” You looked up at him as he bustled around the kitchen, tossing something into the microwave. “How was work?”

“Annoying,” he sighed in irritation, making you grin. He turned to you and frowned, reaching out to tug at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Where did you find that?”

“I stole it from your laundry, stupid. You left your stuff in the dryer again. I’ve never seen this one before, did you just get it?”

“Uh... yeah. Thanks for doing that for me.”

“Mhm.” You slipped your phone into the front pocket and cradled your mug. “Why do you ask? Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it’s okay. In fact, keep it. Red doesn’t suit me, I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it.” He had a smirk on his face that made you very suspicious.

You raised an eyebrow while you slowly sipped your tea. “If you say so, Snoozles.” You flicked his arm as you passed him to retreat into your bedroom for the night. “Don’t forget to pick up your bag. And snacks for Friday night!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded through a mouthful of noodles.

You and your friends were gathered in the living room like every other Friday, this week to watch Jurassic Park (yet another classic that neither Aang nor Zuko had seen, much to everybody’s disbelief). Katara and Aang sat together on the armchair, Zuko sat between you and Sokka on the couch, and Toph sat on the floor with her back against the sofa next to her service dog, Badger. You had your legs thrown across the guys’ laps and all eyes (except Toph’s) in the room were glued to the screen. Well, for the most part—Zuko kept looking over at you all night. You tried to keep your attention on the dinosaurs, but you could feel him staring at you. Eventually you caught his eye and raised your eyebrows expectantly. He simply flushed and looked away. You furrowed your brow and turned back to the movie, pulling your hands inside the sleeves of Sokka’s red sweatshirt and sticking them in the pocket.

“Did you guys know that Spielberg wanted the raptors to be taller for the movie and then a few months after they wrapped shooting, paleontologists found a new species of raptor that actually fit the movie portrayal really well? They almost named it after him,” Sokka said with his mouth full of popcorn.

“That’s nice, Sokka,” Katara responded absently, obviously not listening.

“Yeah, and they made the T. Rex sounds with an alligat—oof!” He wheezed when you jabbed your foot into his stomach. “Asshole!”

“Pack it up, IMDB,” you huffed.

“I just thought it was interes—ouch, Toph!” he yelped when Toph punched his shin.

“Stop talking, I can’t hear anything!”

“Just watch it!”

“I can’t!” Toph barked. Sokka crossed his arms and slumped down, grumbling to himself. You and Zuko glanced over at each other and broke out in grins, pursing your lips to hold back your laughter.

As the movie progressed, you noticed the tension in Zuko’s shoulders. He had his jaw clenched throughout the whole scene with the kids trapped in the car with the T. Rex attacking. You nudged him with your knee and he turned to look at you.

“You scared, Zu?” you teased in a low voice, leaning forward to squeeze his bicep. “You want me to protect you from the dinos?”

He rolled his eyes but still lifted his arm, inviting you sit up and tuck yourself into his side. As you leaned against him he seemed to loosen up, settling into his seat and resting his head against yours. Sokka noticed this and looked around Zuko to waggle his eyebrows suggestively and very conspicuously, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Unfortunately, the idiot had caught wind of your crush on his best friend and had been relentlessly tormenting you about it ever since. You glared at him until he sat back, looking disgustingly smug.

After the movie finished, everyone got up to stretch and refill their drinks before the next one started. While talking with Toph in the kitchen, you noticed Zuko standing outside on the balcony by himself. You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way out to him while all your friends hooted in the background. It seemed everyone knew about your attraction to the boy, except for the boy himself.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping outside. He looked around at you and gave you a small smile that made your head spin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “just getting some air. It’s getting hot in there with everyone in the room.”

You nodded and stood next to him to lean against the railing. After a few beats of silence, you could feel his stare on you again. You met his gaze curiously. “What’s up, Zu? You’ve been looking at me all night.”

“Nothing, it’s just—“ he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as if inspecting you “—is that my sweatshirt?”

You frowned. “No, I took it from Sokka.”

“Lying bastard.” His eyes widened at your offended look when you rounded on him. “Not you! I—um, it is mine. I gave it to Sokka the other day and when I asked for it he insisted he already gave it back to me. The fucker gaslit me over a sweatshirt.”

“Sounds about right,” you giggled. “I’m sorry. I’ll give it back before you leave.”

He pulled at one of the drawstrings. “You can keep it, if you want. It’s, uh—“ he cleared his throat “—it looks better on you.”

You stood facing each other now, barely a breath away from being chest-to-chest. “I can’t take your sweatshirt.”

“You take Sokka’s all the time.”

“Yeah, because he always forgets his laundry in the machine. He owes me.” Zuko laughed a little at that, still fiddling with the string. You could feel your heart racing at his proximity. He sucked in a breath and seemed to brace himself for his next words.

“I kind of like how you look in my clothes, though. Might have to start leaving my stuff around here so you stop wearing Sokka’s.” The confidence in his voice was betrayed by the rising blush on his face that surely rivaled your own as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Your lips parted to speak, but no words came out. All you could squeak out was a soft, “Zuko,” when he raised his hand to brush a loose piece of hair back behind your ear. You felt frozen, rooted to the spot, when his fingertips grazed your cheekbone. His hand lingered there, palm radiating heat into your already flushed cheeks.

“I—“ he pulled his hand back and chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “—sorry.”

“For what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” You grinned at each other and in that moment it could’ve been just you and Zuko left on the planet and it wouldn’t’ve mattered; everything you wanted and needed was right there in front of you, if you were bold enough to take that final step toward it.

“Zuko—“

“Hey, we—oh!“ Both of you whipped your heads around when the door slid open to reveal Aang standing there. His whole face went red and he laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry! Just wanted to tell you guys we were gonna start the movie, but no rush! Take your time!” He started to back away and you felt yourself release from Zuko’s magnetic pull now that your small bubble had been invaded.

“It’s okay, Aang.” You smiled gently at your friend and started to make your way back inside. “We were about to head in anyways.”

Aang shot Zuko an apologetic look before nodding and hurrying away. Zuko couldn’t find it in himself to be bitter about the ruined moment when you reached out towards him and gazed up at him with those warm, bright eyes. “You coming, Zu?”

“Yeah, right behind you.” He took your outstretched hand and laced your fingers together, squeezing his palm against yours.

Maybe you weren’t the last people on Earth, and maybe you hadn’t taken that leap just yet, but something between you two shifted and finally clicked into place out there on that balcony. Everything would work out just fine—he knew it in the way you kept your fingers slotted perfectly between his as Jaws played on the television, and in the way you quickly rose onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek in the hallway before he left. He couldn’t wipe the dreamy little smile off his face for the rest of the night, even as he laid awake in bed thinking about you.

Yeah; everything would be just fine.

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