f/os who are sososososo obsessed with you ₊˚⊹♡໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
maybe they're texting you 24/7, gushing about all the details of their day between asking you all about yours.
orrrrr they're visiting you at work, stopping in during your lunch hour just to spend one more minute with you, one more second; talking about your work day while sharing a meal.
and the touch starved f/os who have to be connected to you in some way at every minute of the day, or else a dramatic pout dons their pretty face as they whine for you to sit a bit closer. i'm sure they giggle as you roll your eyes and comply, giving them a little kiss as you fold again for them.
f/os who love sitting in silence with you as you both coexist, loving the peace between you as there's no pressure for conversation, stimulation, or anything. there's nothing better than sitting in perfect content with the one you love. especially when you don't notice the little glances they steal to admire you ♡
pro/comship dni
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Drabblecember 2023
Hello hello self shippers! It's that time of year again for Drabblecember! My friend Mimi (@bioexorcizm) and I will be cohosting this wonderful event this year! This event will start on December 1! I made a prompt list for this event special (with the design help from my amazing friend @rainy-day-ships)!
There is no pressure to follow this list in order or do it in full! If you'd rather do a different day's prompt, go for it! This list applies to art and writing! Please also feel free to tag me, Dex, or both in your creations! We would love to see them! Make sure to have fun creating! ♡
Text version of the list under read below! :)
Prosh!p/Comsh!p DNI
Drabblecember Prompt List:
1. Cold weather
2. Baking together
3. Decorating
4. Learning traditions
5. Sharing stories
6. Wrapping gifts
7. Snowed in/Stuck inside
8. Sharing snacks
9. A walk outside
10. Sleeping in
11. Building a snowman
12. Snowball fight
13. Movie marathon
14. Stealing one's sweater
15. Being sick
16. Scrapbooking
17. Laundry fresh from the dryer
18. Winter date
19. Hot coffee/tea/coco
20. Listening to [holiday] music
21. A walk down memory land
22. Trying to stay up late
23. Stealing the other's sweater
24. Big get together
25. Swapping gifts
26. After a party
27. Making dinner together
28. Doing chores together
29. Shopping trip
30. Morning routine
31. Happy new year
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Parallel play with your f/o.
Maybe you're both scrolling social media, and showing each other your favorite posts as your scroll by. If you're on the same social media, maybe you sometimes show each other posts only to realize you're showing the other a post from their own account. (Whoops!)
Maybe you're both playing your own games, peeking over at the other's game now and again or showing off an achievement and cheering each other on.
Maybe you're both working on your own hobbies or crafts, admiring each other's work, and pausing your own work to give the other a helping hand as needed.
Maybe it's a mix of things! One of you watches the other play a game while working on a craft. Or one of you shows the other memes on social media relating to what the other is doing.
Or hell, maybe you're both just quietly working on your own things, not needing to say anything as you work and enjoy yourself in the quiet!
Either way, you don't have to be doing the exact same thing to enjoy each other's company!! Your f/o just loves being around you and getting quality time together, and they know you do too! You can share your activities or just work side by side, all that matters is you're together.
Proship/comship/neutral this post isn't for you. Your f/os would rather be alone than with you.
(banner by @/cafekitsune!!)
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Familiar Faces
Pairing: Kai3po
Word Count: 916 Words
Summary: C-3PO has a chat with a stranger. All aboard the angst train!
Warnings: Spoilers for St.ar Wa.rs Episode IX (Ri.se of Skyw.alker), mentions of loss.
“Excuse me…”
Blue eyes glance up meet his photoreceptors, and with her attention now on him, the droid continues.
“I don’t believe we’ve met quite yet.” He extends a hand to the woman, seated on a bench, sketchpad in hand.
“I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations.”
The woman stares at him for a moment, expression unreadable, before she holds out a hand, using the other to steady the sketchbook now resting in her lap.
“…Kaiyo.”
The name seems familiar, though he’s not sure why. Perhaps it was just one of the many names of the resistance members his new friend R2-D2 had told him about.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kaiyo,” he says, hand still in hers. He stiffens as he notices the ring on her finger before her other hand returns to rest in her lap. He debates asking about who holds the other ring, but quickly decides against it. Instead, he gestures to the sketchpad.
“May I ask what it is you’re working on? Are you an artist?”
Her lips quirk up in a smile that fails to reach her eyes.
“You could say that…”
She hesitates a moment before motioning for the droid to sit down, shifting her body to give him a better view of her sketchpad.
“Ah, is that…a starspeeder?”
“Mhm,” she affirms, turning the page to reveal more mock up sketches. “Ever since the fall of the First Order, I’ve had some more time on my hands.”
“This is quite an exquisite design, I must say,” Threepio compliments, “I am by no means an expert on starspeeders, but this one looks unlike any I’ve ever seen.”
He notices the human flush, what he has come to understand as a response to deep embarrassment…or flattery.
“Thank you. Well, you’re right, it doesn’t exist…yet. I’m working with a friend of mine who’s more adept at this kinda thing. They’re going to handle most of the actual inner workings. But…” she sighs, smiling, “I love creating new designs.”
The woman continues to eagerly show him more sketches, some of starspeeders like the first one, and others random drawings of wildlife, plants, and creatures. She seemed closed off at first, but she prattles on with an infectious enthusiasm that the droid can’t help but be drawn to. He feels as though he’s known her for longer than five minutes, combined with distant glimpses of her around the base. However, he was only activated a few weeks ago; such a thing, though strange, simply isn’t possible.
Kaiyo has flipped to another page, though she abruptly stops her excited rambles, eyes suddenly hardened at the sight of what’s on the next page. He looks down to see what the fuss is about and…oh.
“Is that…a self portrait?”
He is mainly able to tell because of the ponytail, though the anguished looking woman on page has a striking resemblance to the one sitting next to him, stiff as a board. Her eyes dart from the page to him, hand poised above the page like she wants to rip it off, crumple it up, or burn it. Maybe all of those things. Instead, she sighs.
“I didn’t mean to show you that. I…drew it as a form of self expression.”
He’s almost afraid to ask. After all, prying into one’s personal affairs is improper. However, he doesn’t need to pry when the words come pouring out of her like a leaky faucet.
“I drew it shortly after the battle on Exegol. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of us were happy to finally see the actual end of Palpatine, but…” she traces the portrait’s face almost as if she’s trying to comfort the sketched version of her.
“No war is won without costs. And he was a hefty one.”
“He?”
Her eyes widen, shaking her head as she realizes her slip up.
“Um…no one, I shouldn’t have said that…uh—“
“It’s perfectly alright if you don’t want to talk about it, Miss Kaiyo.”
“I haven’t for a while—or at least, it seems like it, but…” she fiddles with her ring, pointedly avoiding his attentive gaze.
“My husband…made a sacrifice. It saved the galaxy, and it was by no means the wrong choice. I’m…glad he did it.”
The shininess of her cheeks say otherwise.
“I’m sure that was difficult to learn of…but I’m sure it was a choice he made not just because of the galaxy, but because you’re a part of it, too.” He pauses. “I’m terribly sorry for your loss.”
She says nothing in return, even when he instinctively reaches up to swipe away a tear. His hand is metal, so it doesn’t help much, but it’s the gesture that counts, or so he thinks. Kaiyo seems to agree, reaching up to grasp his hand, still holding her cheek. She seems to lean into his touch, and it feels familiar, it feels natural, it feels—
“Threepio!”
Kaiyo yanks herself away at the sound of footsteps, quickly rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. The young recruit bows in apology for interrupting, explaining that the droid’s presence was requested by General Organa herself. The droid follows, bidding her goodbye, and Kaiyo watches. Her eyes flit down to the sketchpad, and in a fit of frustration she shuts it, tossing it next to her on the bench.
Dammit, Kaiyo. You’re supposed to be moving on from this. But how can you move on from someone who is only partially gone? The same person, just without everything that made him yours?
Note: I made this with the thought of “what if Threepio didn’t get his memory restored?” Because I think about that a lot and I enjoy the angst.
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pokémon au drabble….. i’ve been having some thoughts
around 1900 words!
An Eelektross sinks its head back into the murky water of the Kalosian sewer. It wasn’t the best place to swim, but it was somewhere, and its slick green skin blended in perfectly with the algae.
It saw its target, and it had to go back and report.
Lucielle Lakes was staring dead straight at her partner Dewott. It stands between her legs, looking right up at her as she sits on the Lumiose street bench. The tree above them casts the already teal otter into a more greenish shade, and it blinks a few times, all before a smile spreads on its snout.
Lucy had blinked first, she lost the game. She a back with her own smile, beginning to laugh. “I’m sorry, buddy!” She chuckled, before helping it hop up to her side.
Dewott grabs onto the shoulder of her sweater vest, its little claws digging into the soft, flower patterned yarn. She had turned her head to rummage through her messenger bag, before pulling out what looked like a small lunch box.
She opened it, and there was Dewott’s prize! Next to a slew of berries were a few Poké Puffs, two matcha and one mocha. The chocolate one was decorated with cream and sprinkles, and Dewott almost immediately grabbed at it.
“Woah! Hey- Slow down!” Lucielle scolds, putting her hand in front of his paws. Her partner scowls, before flexing its claws as she slowly and purposely takes the puff out slowly.
The moment she placed it in his outstretched paws, the dessert was gone in seconds. She smiled, why wouldn’t she? Living in Lumiose city had its cons, but the atmosphere was far from one of those. People of all sorts were walking by, some of their Pokémon tagging along. Colorful buildings towered over the streets, bustling shops lining the floors. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool, everything was perfect.
But there was so, so much more going on. Team Flare failed their mission, Lysandre went missing, they never even properly established themselves. All due to another company rising, Alchemax. They tried to keep their name in good faith, no ideals for wiping out the world, nor irreversible climate change. Just looking into harnessing the natural powers of Pokémon, for the “betterment of humanity,” and… Something else. Something only the Kingpin and a few higher admins knew the full extent of.
An older woman stands less than a block away, her back against a tree that stands as a gateway to one of many labyrinthine alleyways. She stands out among most people, big curly brown hair tied up into a bun, a paisley patterned scarf over a two toned dress, all tied together with a crisp white lab coat. It billows behind her, its vent cut and decorated with a green satin lining. She steps forward, slithering between pedestrians in silence.
Lucielle had perked up, and turned her head when she saw the woman approach. She gave a smile, just thinking the scientist would walk past, even when Dewott flattened its ears in frustration. But she seems a bit worried when the other slows.
“Do I know you?” The older woman says mid-stride, one of her gloved hands tracing the top of the bench.
Lucy just blinked a few times and turned where she sat, as if it took her a second to process an answer. “Me? I’m not sure how anyone could recognize me,” She stammers. “I mean, I was in one of those videos with Sycamore,”
The scientist practically glares down at Lucy, one of her brows rising as her lips curl. “That’s it! Thaaat’s it,” She says, drumming her fingers on the bench before looking down to Dewott instead. The otter’s snout had shifted into a snarl, and Lucielle follows Olivia’s gaze to it. “Lucy, right?”
“Oh! Don’t mind him,” She says quickly, wrapping her arms around him as if he were just a large plush toy. “But yes, yes that’s me! Wait, you were at the lab too, right?”
“Doctor Olivia Octavius, and yes,” She answers, extending a hand to shake. Lucy takes it quickly, a sweet smile on her face.
“A doctor? It’s such a pleasure to meet you! I really wanted to say something to you last weekend, you spoke to the professor, right? Did he give me a good name?”
Olivia has to hold back a small chuckle, and her steely gaze softens as they shake hands. “Come on, the pleasure is all mine. You should’ve heard his praise. For a researcher like myself, it’s always wonderful to see an up and coming graduate.”
Olivia lets go first, and while Lucy seems reluctant, she does as well. Her eyes are locked on the other woman, her sharp features, those striking eyes framed by a large pair of glasses. She has to snap herself out of it once Olivia speaks again.
“Have you been enjoying your research? And how have you been getting by?”
Clearly, the question shocked Lucy, coming from a near stranger.. But Olivia was close to Sycamore, it wasn’t too out of the blue. “Oh! Well, I’ve got a position at a boutique on my street, and, genuinely,” She leans back a bit, “And my research? Wow, just, I could never be happier in a position. There’s something so reassuring seeing just how connected these little guys are to nature, like us connecting to them can bring us closer to, well, everything.”
The doctor nods a few times, before rounding the bench. Her gaze was soft, she’d never seen someone else with such a bright view of the world, and as Lucy pats the Dewott, she can’t help but smile. Lucielle’s partner Pokémon does not seem to appreciate the movement, as the claws of one paw tap the pale pink scallop at his hip. She frowns faintly, and pulls the little guy over her lap and to the other side.
Olivia nods down to the bench, a silent gesture of “May I?” And just as anyone would expect, Lucielle nods quickly and moves her bag. The doctor hums when she flattens her dress to sit, and she smiles at Lucy when she fixes the back of her lab coat.
She opens her mouth to speak, before her eyes widen a little, and she looks away to Prism Tower. If she wanted to do her job, to be “evil”, now was the time. As it grew, Alchemax would need more associates, and as the head scientist, Olivia felt that it was her responsibility. Yet this was the first time she ever felt conflicted. She drapes her arm over the back of the bench, her lips pursing as she thinks. Should she just go out and say it? Invite the lady to the lab, try to employ her right there? But it was odd, she wasn’t used to liking someone… Especially not this quickly, she didn’t want to be horribly blunt about her motives.
She shakes her head, almost unnoticeably, but the faint movement causes Lucy to look back and notice a few strands of violet in that bundle of hair. She crosses her legs and looks over to Lucy.
After a tense moment, Lucielle is the one to talk, her eyes on Dewott, who had been snuggling up into her arm. “Well… How’s your work?”
Olivia’s eyes widen, she was usually the interrogator. She sits up and kicks her boot a little. “It’s good, it’s all good. Not sure why you’d be wondering though.”
Lucielle shrugs. “It’s a neat place, once I get my coastal Pokédex more fleshed out, I’d like to look into working there.”
“Coastal? Why not central first? Are you a beach girl?” Olivia turns to face Lucy more, barely leaning closer to rest under the shade of the tree. She didn’t choose to pry into Lucy’s future, there was a genuine sense of wonder in her voice.
“You can say that, the first Pokémon I ever met was a Corsola… The sweetest little staghorn morph, I think I was five? Not sure, but since then I adored water types.”
Olivia nodded along, nonchalantly fiddling with her gloves. “That’s actually very nice.” She says quietly, before turning to Dewott. “And this darling? How in the world did you come across a shiny?”
Dewott perked up when he heard his name, and Olivia smiled when she saw the otter peek his head over Lucielle’s shoulder. “This little buddy? His egg was a gift from my grandparents, they helped run the daycare down by Camphrier. The original owner moved to Paldea, left a few eggs and a few hundred dollars, guess they didn’t know what was in them.”
As Lucy spoke, her partner sniffed at the air, at the faint metallic smell around Olivia. He steps forward, placing his little paws on one of Lucy’s thighs, leaning closer to the doctor like a curious kitten. Olivia reaches out her hand, barely extending a finger for the Pokémon to sniff it. Lucy laughs a little, and her smile brightens when Dewott actually climbs over her lap to get closer.
“I’m impressed you recognized him! Was it the shells?” Lucy chimes.
“Not really, just the fur,” Olivia answers calmly, before gently stroking the otter’s furry cheek. “I have a shiny partner of my own, it’s beautiful how different each individual can be.”
“You do?! How’d you find them?”
Olivia laughs along, it had been a bit since she actually talked to anyone. “I was around your age, a bit younger, but just out of general college. The lab I interned at was testing the potential of electric types as a power source, and it just so happened that one of them was just a little bit darker than the rest.”
Thankfully, Dewott was warming up to his new friend, and Lucielle tapped her leg on the pavement as she watched the two. She didn’t have anywhere to be that morning, and had no idea where the time went. Not that she was complaining.
“It’s so interesting, isn’t it?” Lucy says after a few seconds of quietly observing.
“I know I’m supposed to ask, so I’ll give you this.. What’s interesting?” Olivia snickers, her eyes narrowing a little.
“How different everyone is, everything. And we all fit in even if we think we don’t.”
The doctor blinks a few times, wiping that smug look off her face. The last thing she expected to hear was this girl spit out some philosophical nonsense, but she nodded, and played along. “And just how do we fit in?”
“We fit together, you helped me have something to do this morning, you gave Dewott those ear scratches he’d been begging for.” The otter makes a small chittering sound as Olivia shifts. “You sounded interested in me, and this was our chance to meet. I’m just glad we took it.”
The doctor brought her hand back, causing Dewott to open his eyes and sit back down on the bench, his tail swishing. “Huh…” She leans her head back, looking into the stark blue sky as her hair cascaded over her back. Although she couldn’t truly forget, her mind was off work for the first time in weeks. “That’s sweet, Lucy. You’re sweet.”
They both smiled, and when Olivia straightened back up, Lucielle responded. “Says you!”
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Hairstylist Prince
A/N: After coming across this post, I was hit with a flashback on an older fic I wrote 3 years ago that I didn't post on here.
Well technically I did post it on my fanfic sideblog but tbh that place kinda ded so...
Anywhoooo!
Have this oldie but goodie. I still have that one unfinished draft I need to post; hope I'll get that one done soon... 🤞🏾
"O-ow!", I winced as I felt something pinching my ear. Except it wasn't a pinch. It was my mischievous boyfriend of mine nipping on my ear.
"You were sleeping again.", Tokiya teased as he pecked the spot that he bit.
"N-no, I was...meditating, that's all."
I had gotten my hair washed earlier and the next step was to blow dry my untamable mane before straightening it. With the new hairdryer brush I got, I'd be able to get both tasks done in no time. Thanks to some help from Tokiya, the process went by a little quicker.
"If you want to take a nap, you can. I will wake you up once I'm finished.", he explained as he brushed through another section of hair. Moisturized, of course.
"You know, you didn't really have to go through all of this trouble. I can't even do my hair at my age. Embarrassing, right?", I joked, hoping that he wouldn't hear over the blaring noise of the electrical brush. But I was wrong.
"Nonsense, my love. It's no trouble at all. Besides, I'm more than happy to help if it means I get to show off how beautiful my girlfriend is."
I soon winced. Not from the brush's heat- from Tokiya's sudden compliment drop.
"Once again, you're the worst.", I scoffed, ignoring his small chuckles at my flustered self as he continued brushing out my hair.
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characters who usually appear dominant and intimidating on the outside/in public but are super gentle with their partner or even enjoy being submissive for them in private 🤝 characters who appear calm and shy in public but enjoy showing their more dominant side to their partner only
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Fake Dating -> JanAUary
word count: 1294
blurb: Caitie helps Bob out when he almost gets caught in a lie.
Apparently a hockey game wasn’t many people’s ideal Valentine’s Day date—last minute tickets had been cheap enough that the singles trio of Bob, Doug, and Caitie were able to score three decent seats to the Maple Leafs game.
Doug had convinced them that snacks wouldn’t be so cheap though, and that they could smuggle in some small bags rather than pay for food inside the stadium. So they took a trip to the grocery store the day before, perusing the aisles for bags of treats small enough to sneak in.
Doug went off to the chip aisle while Caitie followed Bob to the candy, but she left a minute or two ago to check out the trail mix, leaving him alone to look over the little bags of sweets. He was so distracted he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching him in the empty aisle.
“McKenzie.” The voice of the greeting made Bob’s back go rigid, had him turning around with a startled glare.
It was Sean LaDue, a general bully growing up who had turned into the strongest player on the rivaling town's hockey team, followed by his younger brother. Sean had slammed Bob against the glass more times than he could count, but even that was less annoying than the general condescension he always used.
Sean nodded to the gummy bears in Bob’s hand. “You eat that crap between games, it’s no wonder you play so badly.”
“Oh yeah?” Bob put on his best tough guy voice as he looked up at Sean. “So like, why are you in the candy aisle then, eh?”
Sean held up a pink bag of mixed chocolates with a smug look. “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, these are for my girlfriend.” He let out a snort of laughter. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess you don’t have any plans for tomorrow.”
“Well, like, you’re wrong, eh. Goin’ to the Leafs game.”
“Plans with that idiot brother of yours don’t count.”
“Doug isn’t no idiot, and it isn’t just us two, eh. ‘Cause like, my girlfriend’s comin’ along too.” It was a stupid thing to say, but the lie he wished was truth slipped out before he could stop it.
“Oh yeah?” Sean’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
He knew he shouldn’t say it, knew he should back out of the lie, tell Sean she wasn’t technically his girlfriend… “Caitie.”
“Uh huh. I’ll bet she even came with an air pump to blow her up for you and everything.”
“Take off.” Bob sneered. He saw Sean’s gaze shift behind him and turned to see Caitie coming back down the aisle, stopping right next to Bob, oblivious to the whole situation.
“Would you eat honey roasted peanuts?” she asked him, showing him the box of little packets she brought with her. ”They don’t sell them individually, so I won’t get ‘em if you guys don’t want any.”
“Um,” His gaze flicked to Sean, who was watching them doubtfully. “I… yeah. I like those. Let’s go, huh?”
She laughed. “I didn’t get to look at the candy. Besides, I told Doug to meet us in this aisle.”
Sean stepped a little closer. “What, McKenzie, you’re not gonna introduce me?”
Caitie’s eyes widened a little, looking between the two men, clearly realizing she’d missed something.
His stomach dropped; the jig was no doubt up. “Yeah, um,” Bob gestured to Sean, “Caitie, this is Sean LaDue. We went to school together and stuff.” He was sure she’d remember the name from the few stories he’d told her about him—she was good with things like that. Sure enough, he saw the surprise in her eyes turn into a poorly-hidden scowl. “Sean, this is Caitie—”
“The girlfriend.” Sean nodded. “Bob was just telling me about you.”
Caitie looked at Bob, seemingly waiting for him to step in, to correct the title. But all he did was look up at her with pleading eyes, trying to silently apologize and ask her not to humiliate him all at once.
Still, it was a lot to ask. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go along with it, wouldn’t want to risk word getting around that they were dating—
“Oh, he was?” The words were simple, but the way she sidled closer to Bob, slinking an arm around his waist, said more than he could’ve asked for. His face warmed as she gently tugged him closer, urging him to relax against her side. His face was so warm, he was sure it was going red.
The smug look of Sean’s finally fell. “Yeah. Didn’t know he had a girlfriend.” He cleared his throat, straightening a little as Bob wrapped his arm around Caitie. “Some romantic valentine’s date he’s taking you on. A hockey game with his brother?”
Caitie laughed. “Oh, well… not that I’d mind, but that’s not our date. We’re going to dinner in the city in the evening.” She looked down at Bob with a soft smile. “He even bought me a dress and everything.” She raised a shoulder, turning back to Sean. “I told him not to, but he’s always spoiling me.”
If Bob wasn’t already in love with her, he would’ve fallen right then and there in the candy aisle. Not only was she going along with his lie, but she was making him look like the best boyfriend around.
He smiled, trying not to gloat. “Well hey, only the best for my girl, eh.”
The look she gave him told him she was having fun with all of this, that she knew exactly how good it felt for him to rub their perfect relationship in Sean’s face, whether it was real or not. “You’re always using that excuse,” she said, leaning down and pressing a short, warm kiss against his cheek. His heart skipped in his chest, breath catching. He swore he could feel her lips there even after they were gone.
“Well… Nice meeting you. See you at the next game, McKenzie.” Sean nodded a goodbye, sending one last skeptical look at Caitie before turning around and leaving the aisle.
For once in his life, Bob felt like he'd had a conversation with a LaDue without coming out on the losing end. His cheek still tingling, he let his arm fall from around her, though he wanted to pull her into a hug. “Thanks, eh. You like, didn’t have to do that—it was real nice of you.”
She laughed softly, reaching out to brush her thumb against his cheek—her lipstick must’ve left a stain behind, he realized. Part of him wanted to tell her just to leave it. “You don’t think the kiss was overkill?”
He shook his head. If anything, he wished she’d just gone ahead and kissed him on the lips. “Sorry I told him we was datin’. I wasn’t thinkin’—he was just bein’ such a hose.”
Caitie shrugged, smiling as she finished cleaning his face. “I don’t mind. Though, I think you’re a little out of my league.”
He thought she was being sarcastic until he noticed the soft look in her eyes. Before he could say anything, her gaze shifted, eyes widening, urging him to turn and see what had her so stunned.
It was Doug, of course, walking into the aisle with arms filled with bags of chips that were far too big for sneaking anywhere, and a pint of ice cream to top it all off. As Caitie burst into laughter and headed over to help him, asking how exactly he was planning to hide a family sized bag of Funyuns in his flannel, Bob stayed back for a moment, promising that someday he’d get the nerve to ask if that meant she’d give him a chance as a real boyfriend.
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okay but to my self shippers with f/os who are tough, strong, and hardened—
imagine babying your f/o <3 and them absolutely melting and loving it. maybe they’re more reserved, maybe work makes them closed off or scary or tough…just imagine the way that they melt when they’re the little spoon, when you call them a sweet term of endearment.
maybe they’ve never been spoiled like this before, never been loved gently the way that you love them. i can’t imagine the relief they feel when they can be soft with you and only you.
your f/o must love the way you make them feel like an angel and the most precious thing in the world !!
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Enki taking care of his S/O on their period
if nobody does x reader content, I will
also guess who's got terrible cramps on their first two days TT
📚 He's usually deep into reading and studying, as we know. Enki can give himself into it so much he doesn't care what happens around him, and if something interrupts him he gets pretty annoyed.
📚 But it doesn't apply to his S/O's physical and mental state. He's still not quite happy that he must leave his business, but dark priest just cares about you too much to be too discontent about it.
📚 Enki is actually very studied in that field... Well, he's the enlightened one! He knows how to take care of his darling and understands how painful menstruation can be. He's ready to give you a heating pad, hot water/tea, he'll even prepare something to eat. Enki will also being you anything you'll ask for.
📚 If you want to get some rest and take a nap he'll kiss you on your forehead and fix your blanket gently, then returns to his studies.
📚 If you want him to lay next to you and/or cuddle you, he will roll his eyes but still do as you wish. Enki will even rub your belly if you ask to.
📚 He might give you irritated looks but he still cares for you! Man have never cared for anyone like that, please be patient with him and his complicated feelings!
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LANEKASA HC’S SPECIAL - HC 9 + 10
headcanon 1 ~ How They Fell in Love
headcanon 2 ~ CONFESSION
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On how they fell it love, it was most definitely difficult from both parties.
On Lane’s side, it was oddly a “love at first sight” situation, dispute him being absolutely drenched in blood, they couldn’t help but stare in awe seeing him for the first time.
Lane always tries to impress him when they get the chance, but the poor baby gets scared. Literally asks their friend Phoinix on how to get his attention, without being creepy…
However it lead Lane into… different plans…
“Okay Lane, if you want Tsu to like you, you gotta be noticeable to him, you gotta show your true colours without making it too flashy..!” “Uh okay..!” *one hour later* “so I started a cult!” “WHAT-“
Not joking, Lane at some point had a cult to impress Tsukasa!
Did it work? Not necessarily…
“Woah Lane! You got so many friends!! I never expect that coming from you!!” “Uh… Th-Thanks?”
In the inside, Lane would be internally suffering…
Speaking of Tsukasa, how he fell in love with Lane was a bit of a slow burn. He found the more he interacted with them, the more he felt fuzzy inside.
The thing is… he’s oblivious to what is romantic feelings and what is platonic, causing him to be confused with his own feelings…
“Sakura what does it mean when someone makes you feel squishy in the inside” “…what?”
Broskey is literally on a journey to figure out what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but then he asked Natsuhiko…
“What does it mean when someone makes you feel fuzzy..?” “Oh I definitely know what you got, you got a case of the L word…” “…Loathing?” “No no, here’s some hints; it has four letters, starts with L, ends with E…” “…Lice??”
Natsuhiko explains to him what being in love is like, but then he gets off guard and talks about Sakura, and relating it to that. That didn’t really mattered anyways because Tsukasa zoned out the entire way through…
What’s weirder is that they are both unaware of each other’s feelings, which would be expected… except they both seem to unknowingly hint that they love each other a BUNCH…
How are they unaware… we will never know…
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Now it’s the time that most LaneKasa fans that have been waiting HOURS to have happen… the confession!! And boy what a confession it was!
This all starts with Lane preparing a hangout between the two of them, maybe playing some games, or do silly crimes, and most importantly, Lane confesses their feelings to Tsukasa..!
Although, as it can seem like a simple task for some, it wasn’t for Lane. They feared they could forget to confess, or even worse, deal with rejection.
Dispute Lane’s fears, the show must go on. Tsukasa met them for their hangout.
Lane tries their best to act normal, but they couldn’t help but internally struggle, blushing and fidgeting with their fingers. Butterflies filled their stomach as they listen to their crush.
“Lane are you okay?? You look like a tomato!!” “U-uh yeah I’m fine!” “…I’m hungry for tomato’s now!!”
The two did many things on their little hang out, they robbed a few candy stores, and did many other activities. They then find themselves on top of a building.
Lane blushes, fidgeting with their fingers, “T-Tsukasa… there has been something I have been meaning to tell you for a long time…”
Tsukasa, with a mouthful of candy then tries to speak with his mouth full, “what is it?”
“U-uh… s-so have you s-seen um… in like movies, where… two people have some sort of connection with each other?” “Like loathing?” “N-no… l-like… uh… l-l-like… like love… true love!” “…you mean like in por-“ “N-NO…!”
Lane then continued to shakily explain their feelings, “so like… w-when t-two people are sometimes close for a certain amount of time… th-they get… f-feelings…” “what kind of feelings?” “L-like… sometimes they feel butterflies… sometimes they feel fuzzy… even comforted..! A-anyways… I-I just want to say that… I-I have those feelings for you… I-I like you Tsukasa!!… like… like-like you…”
Tsukasa paused for a moment, “Oh! So that’s what Natsuhiko meant by the L word!!!” “…wha-“ “in that case, I guess that means I like-like you too!!” He grinned.
Lane’s face went beat red at his words, practically almost melting, “soooo, what does this mean???” “U-uh… I-I guess w-we’re dating..!” Lane blushes scratching the back of their head.
“SO WERE BOYFRIEND AND… uh…” “partner, Tsu,” “oh yeah, that!! Anyways are we???” “I-I guess so..!” “Yay!!” Tsukasa squeezed them into an almost bone-crushing hug, floating in the air.
“Wait!! Does that mean we can smooch?!” He beamed, “I-if you want to..!” Lane shyly spoke. With that, Tsukasa immediately smashed his lips against theirs. Lane blush red, but kissed back, as they enjoyed the rest of their day.
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BONUS: “hm… so you two are dating?” Sakura slightly amused takes a sip from her tea, as Tsukasa excitedly nods “Mhm! Mhm!” “To be honest, I can’t really imagine the runt having a partner, or anyone in that matter-“ “and we also blew up buildings!!” “YOU WHAT!” “Y-yeah… and we k-kissed” Lane blushes hiding behind Tsukasa.
End of headcanon
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A/N ~ AAAAAH SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG!!! High school has REALLY been distracting me, and I’ve been all over the place and jshsgsgsg, anyways, I decided to come back by making this cute hc special!! I really hoped you like it as much as I did ^^
also PHOINIX IS NOT MY OC SHE BELONGS TO @m0ssy-mushr00m
REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED BUT NOT FORCED
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Bite Me | God, I Love Party Girl Brains
Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, Blaine is nasty as usual, sexual tension, exhibitionism mention, smut, p in v, degradation, multiple creampies, kind of fluffy at the end
Synopsis: There's a mix-up in the Scratching Post kitchen and Cori and Blaine take advantage of it.
Word Count: 2.3k
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"Don E!" Cori whines, bursting through the doors of the kitchen of The Scratching Post.
"Yeah, what's up C?" He asks, not looking up from the plates he's moving.
"I think there was a mix-up," She wraps her arm around her stomach, tossing her hair, "You said you gave me the creative writer, but I think I got party girl instead."
"No, nope," He shakes his head, "No way there was a mix-up."
He looks up to see her head tilted, annoyingly chewing gum with her mouth open.
"Though I have been wrong before."
"Something wrong?" Blaine asks, coming in the back.
His eyebrows raise when she sighs, "No. It's whatever."
"Okay..." He glances at Don E.
"I'm gonna go change," She says, tugging at her cargo pants, "I'm gonna send you an EDM playlist D, you should play it tonight. I wanna dance."
Blaine watches her walk out, specifically the sway of her hips and ass, before turning to Don E, looking for an explanation.
"We're gonna have to change the menu for tonight, some idiot switched the Writer and Party Girl brains."
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"What happened to the playlist I sent you?" She pouts at Don E, tits threatening to spill out of her tight top when she leans over the bar.
"No way am I putting on that trash, sorry C."
"Can you at least get me a shot of Patron?"
"How about some Vodka?"
She stomps her foot and huffs as she stands up. She crosses her arms and turns to scan the crowd.
She makes her way through a group of people when she spots Blaine, latching onto his arm.
"Blaineyyyy," She whines, "Don E's being mean to me."
"I'm sorry, sugar, I'll take care of it once I'm done here," He kisses the top of her head and she looks absolutely crestfallen. She stays there, hanging off of him for another ten or so minutes before storming off.
She walks right behind the bar and picks up the sound system tablet.
"What are you doing?" Don E asks, reaching to take it from her.
"If you're both going to ignore me, then I'm putting something to dance to," She explains, pulling it away from him, "If you're serving Party Girl, you should have the right vibe anyways."
She taps play on her playlist and her face lights up, setting down the tablet and downing the drink he was about to serve.
He looks flabbergasted when she hands the empty glass back to him and walks out to the growing crowd on the dancefloor.
"Kesha? Really?" He calls after her and she flips him off.
Blaine is more confused than he should be when music starts blaring from the club's speakers, bass boosted so hard, the liquor on nearby tables is rippling in its glasses.
He looks over at the bar only to see Don E rolling his eyes and muttering to himself.
He can barely hear the possible 'investor' he's talking to over the noise.
His attention wanders, as do his eyes, flitting over the crowd until he sees her. She's jumping and moving to the music, lost in her own world, and his stare rakes down her body.
"That has got to be the shortest skirt she owns," He says absentmindedly, small smirk on his lips.
"I'm sorry, maybe we can finish this conversation later when it's not so loud," He says to the man standing across from him before heading to the bar.
"Cori said you were being mean to her," He chuckles.
"Yeah, I wouldn't play her shit music or start her on tequila."
"Looks like she found a workaround," Blaine laughs, pouring himself another drink.
"Dude, we've gotta get her on a new brain," Don E groans, "She wants to add a permanent DJ booth and was looking into getting an industrial fog machine and glow sticks in bulk."
"Ah, we'll just keep her from making any big purchases and it'll be fine."
"You sure about that?" Don E motions to the dance floor and he turns to see what he's talking about, sipping his drink.
Cori is rolling her body against some random guy in time with the music while he runs his hands across her curves, fingers dipping just below the waistband of her skirt. She seems blissfully ignorant of how she's being stared at by a handful of patrons.
The glass surprisingly doesn't crack when he slams it back on the counter. He shoves his way through the mass of writhing bodies until he's standing in front of her. He grabs her arm and tugs her away from her dance partner, his eyes red and face more pallid than usual.
After successfully scaring off the potential threat, he turns to her.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" He spits.
"Well, you weren't going to dance with me."
"Sweetheart, that wasn't dancing, that was him dry-humping you on the dancefloor."
He can't help but agree with Don E's idea of getting her off this brain when she rolls her eyes.
"Hey," He grips her chin, forcing her to look at him, "If you wanted someone to fuck you in front of all these people, you could have just asked."
"You're disgusting."
"I'm exactly how you like me," He growls, pushing his lips against hers.
She's into it, he can tell by the way she tugs him closer by the shirt and moans into his mouth.
"I get the feeling you find the idea appealing," He teases, making her whimper, "Aw, but someone wanted to dance."
She smirks, accepting his little challenge of who will break first. She turns and sways her hips to the music, pressing her ass against him, arms raising to trail her fingers down his cheek.
He can't help but laugh, he's so whipped for her.
His hands hold her waist, taking a moment to find the beat and move with her.
He tries not to groan when she grinds back on him, already hard in his tight jeans, his grip bruising. She cocks her head aside when he starts sucking her neck.
She has to pry him off her to step away and peel her jacket off, revealing all the bare skin of her chest and shoulders he needs to get his mouth on.
He pulls her back in, thumbs rubbing her midriff, "You're so hot."
Her fingers trace his chin before she swivels her hips to the beat, reaching down to take one of his hands. He raises it to let her spin slowly, leading him back to the bar.
He presses her against the counter, the edge cutting into her stomach.
"What do you want?"
She pushes her ass against his hard-on and he chokes out, "Tequila! F-fuck..."
"So she just gets whatever she wants?" Don E complains.
"I always do," She grins, throwing back the shot, taping the rim to signal she wants another.
Don E looks back at Blaine who eagerly nods for him to do what she says.
"You know, if I had done something like this," He pours her another shot, "I wouldn't still be here."
"Fucking the owner has its perks," She winks at him and Blaine buries his face in her neck, nipping at her skin, "Speaking of which."
He starts pulling her away, towards the office.
"Please don't fuck on my desk," Don E calls after them, "Blaine? Cori? Please?"
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She cuts him off by sliding the door shut behind them. Blaine ambushes her, hands sliding under her shirt, tongue shoving it's way past her lips.
She pulls away with a grin, "I win."
"Shut the fuck up," He chuckles. He grabs the back of her thighs and hoists her up.
She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him while he moves to set her on the desk.
"Oh please Mr. Club owner, I swear I thought I could pay for those drinks," She says with an exaggerated pout, "How can I ever make up for it?"
He laughs against her lips, tickled by her theatrics.
"Oh, I can think of a few ways, sweetheart," He starts bunching her skirt up around her waist, drooling at the sight of her black lace panties.
He presses two fingers against her slit through them, letting out a shaky breathe when he feels how wet she is.
He hooks them on his fingers and drags them down, tossing them over his shoulder.
"Now why don't you be a good girl and keep these pretty legs spread for me?"
She bites her bottom lip as she raises her legs, heels resting on the edge of the desk.
She watches him unbutton his jeans, pulling off her shirt. She can't stop herself from reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she watches him, muscles tensing at the feeling.
"Oh, honey," He groans, frozen with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, eyes zeroed in on her cunt, "That's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen."
He shucks off his underwear and slowly starts fisting his cock, "You touchin' yourself cause of me, sweetness?"
"Uh-huh," She nods, "Blaine..."
He could almost cum from the way she sighs his name while sliding her fingers into her pussy.
He watches her for a minute, taking note of the way her eyebrows furrow when she can't reach the spot she needs.
"Your fingers too small?" He teases, pulling her hand away, "Need me to make you feel good?"
"Please," She whimpers at the feeling of him running his tip through her utterly soaked folds.
"Please what?"
"Please make me feel good, Blaine," She begs, "Need your cock-!"
She chokes on her words when he slams into her, the force making her feet slip so she has to wrap her legs around his waist.
"F-fuck! Blaine!" She holds onto his shoulders for dear life as he pistons in and out of her.
"This is what you wanted, right?" He growls against her ear, "Wanted to be fucked like a whore?"
"Yes! Yesyesyes!" She whines, "Wanna be a good whore for you baby!"
"Just for me?" His possessiveness taking over.
"Just for you," She confirms, pulling him to her lips.
She cries out when he grins and reaches down to rub her clit.
"Then be a good little whore for me and cum."
The laugh that leaves him is nothing less than sadistic as she jerks in his arms and screams out his name.
"Oh fuck baby," He chokes out, "Juuust like that. So tight sweetheart."
He doesn't slow down and her vision blurs.
"B-Blaine! Fuck!"
His abuse of her clit only worsens when he sees tears start to form.
"Aw poor p-poor thing," He forces out, "But this is what she wanted, yeah? Wanted to be fucked like a slut? Just couldn't keep her clothes on. Needed my dick inside her sooo bad."
"Blaine!" She sobs when her second orgasm wracks through her and he gasps.
"Baby- Cori- ah," He presses his forehead to hers, mouth hanging open. Her eyes roll back when she feels him spill into her, "Ah, Sweetheart, beautiful girl."
She slumps back onto the desk, pulling him with her. He rests his head on her chest and mutters soft praises as he kisses her skin.
"You're soft," He hums. He takes his time squeezing and groping her hips and thighs.
He straightens up and pulls out, making her shiver.
Propping herself up on her elbows and locking eyes with him while he pulls on his pants, she reaches down, collects the cum dripping out of her, and fucks it back inside her with her middle and ring finger.
"Don't do that," He breathes, pants hanging off his hips, dick already starting to harden again, "That's my job."
He yanks her off the desk before spinning her around and shoving her face down on it.
She claws at the wood, pornographic moan leaving her when he slams back into her.
"That's it, baby," He grins, "I know you love it when I'm rough with you."
She tries to give him a witty comeback, but it comes out as a garbled, rambling mess.
He's feral, not giving her time to breathe, making her gasp with each thrust.
"You wanted my cum, huh?" He asks and she nods dumbly, "Well, you're gonna get it, sweetheart. Load after load of it in this sweet, sweet pussy."
Her heartbeat is nearly up to 20 beats a minute by the time he's done with her. The desk is a mess. Not just strewn with papers and pens but with cum and sweat smeared and puddled on it.
"Blainey," Her voice is hoarse from screaming, certain the clubbers outside the door could hear them going at it like rabbits. She clings to his neck, nails scratching at his scalp.
He's lying on top of her, trying to catch his breath.
"Please don't ask for one more, baby," He pants, "Cause I'll be honest, I don't think I have it in me."
"'M tired."
"Yeah, me too."
He pushes himself up, leaning on his arms to look down at her.
She looks absolutely wrecked. Countless orgasms and her hair is everywhere, lipstick smeared, eyeshadow running down her cheeks.
"You're beautiful," He whispers, leaning down to kiss her, "Let's go home."
She nods, letting him pull her into a sitting position.
He throws his clothes back on and helps her pull on her panties.
She tries to stand, but her legs are jelly beneath her and she nearly falls.
"I gotcha, sugar," He hooks his arm under her legs and scoops her up.
She wraps one arm around his neck, resting the other on his chest.
"My Prince Charming," She sighs sleepily.
"Now, I wouldn't go that far," He grins, "But I appreciate the compliment."
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part two… i don’t have any words other than this one is really self indulgent but hey! everything on this account is!
words: around 2250
It was bright inside Alchemax, like all the fluorescent lights were on a constant state of overdrive. Although there were a few other skyscrapers on the edges of Lumiose city, this one stood out, with an almost entirely glass exterior and its massive nameplate.
Lucielle stepped in almost silently, a familiar Pokémon trailing right at her feet. There was even a security guard right at the door, a tall man built like a boulder. His pale skin seemed grey in the sharp lights, or maybe it was the contrast from his dark suit, and he didn’t move at all when he saw Lucy.
Maybe she got clearance from the higher ups.
The main lobby was gorgeous, some of the walls lined with potted plants, round tables around those, all leading to a welcoming desk, just like a hotel. A well sized, yet comfortable food court fills the space behind it to one side, and a few doors on the other side lead to the elevators.
Tell the worker why you’re there and get the pass to the lower floors, that’s all that runs through Lucielle’s mind as she steps up. Although she was nervous, the faint tug of her skirt by Dewott caused her to look down, and he definitely helped her clear her mind.
The worker seems impressed when Lucy brings up her business with doctor Octavius, they mutter something about good luck under their breath before passing her a temporary keycard, one adorned with the company logo.
She fit into the place quite well, a partner at her side and the fashion sense of someone who would go to a library for fun. Many of the scientists going about their day don’t even pay her a second glance, maybe if they’re confused why she doesn’t have proper gear, but not for anything else. She catches glimpses of many Pokémon as she strolls to the elevator, and even when she exits it. An impressive array of electric and steel types, from simple groups of Magnemite hovering over the shoulders of a group to a massive Electivire powering an odd machine. She calls Dewott back into his Pokéball, just in case… For lab safety.
The bottom third floor, Lucielle didn’t even know that the building stretched that far. A few doors down on her floor, and the place practically goes silent. Each large lab room is built around the halls, fitting perfectly as she attempts to navigate. But thank goodness the doctor’s door is marked. Not by much, two metal octagons hanging on either frosted glass door, but they’re there nonetheless. She could swear she saw shadows inside as well.
Lucielle gently knocked, only twice, before clasping her hands in front of her stomach. She was there on time, a few minutes early actually, but she still felt her stomach in knots. Sycamore said this was important, but by how much?
Her knock is answered in a matter of seconds, by the doctor herself allowing the doors to slide open. Olivia’s movements were already smooth, but she looked like she was going to burst with enthusiasm.
“Miss Lakes!” Olivia exclaimed, outstretching her arms. She’s in a different outfit than the usual dress under her lab coat, a complex, black… Latex suit..? It’s outfitted with light translucent green plates over her chest and shoulders, and other than a metallic corset hooked up with wires and olive shorts, it’s all the same black sheen. The lab behind her was just how anyone would expect her office, cluttered in some places but perfect for her. More sentimental items lined bookshelves on the far side, and tons of equipment found their homes on the other counters against the walls. Other than a few full tables, her glass desk, a large metal chair, and some stools laid about. “Come in!”
The odd thing is that this wasn’t even their second meeting. Lucielle had scheduled everything, from cafe visits to a hike on Route 14, even to an aquarium visit in Ambrette, she had opened up quite a lot. “Doctor! This- This is your lab?!” She exclaimed as she stepped in.
It wasn’t even the place itself that impressed her, it was the few Pokemon that were at some stations in the back. As Olivia moved to nod, Lucielle stepped right past her with a bright grin.
To one side is a Zoroark, clearly not one Lucielle had ever seen. It stands taller than a Unovan one, and its fur is white as snow, with a few violet tufts swaying as it seems to take apart some small device. Behind it, at the far end of the lab, is Olivia’s Pokémon partner, a long Eelektross, asleep in… A big dog bed. A static sound resonates from it, and its body lies coiled around a computer, presumably powering it. Zoroark looked up, and before it can snicker like a hyena, Olivia steps up behind Lucy and recalls it back to a grey and green Pokéball.
“Sorry about her! She’s new,” The doctor exclaims with a nervous laugh, placing a gentle hand on Lucy’s shoulder as she shoves the ball back into her lab coat pocket.
“New? Clearly!” The researcher exclaims, having to hold her hands in front of her mouth. She turns to the Eelektross, before spinning to face Olivia and placing her tote bag on the closest lab table. “Oh we’ll have to have our teams meet each other! Ooh! Maybe a picnic one day! I think your Eelektross would just adore Skarmory, and maybe Zoroark could meet Dewott! Dew’s a bit headstrong, I’m sure Zoroark could teach him a thing or-“
Before Lucielle can ramble on any more, Olivia laughs, unintentionally cutting her off. The younger woman quickly purses her lips, and she feels her face warm up.
Between faint chuckles, Olivia speaks, “Dear, it’s alright! You didn’t have to stop! I didn’t have any plans for this meeting… You could go on for as long as you’d like!” She waves a hand dismissively, gesturing to the large metal chair in the middle of the room before making her way to her desk in front of it. As Lucy moves to sit, Olivia hops up to a spot on the edge of her desk, the only part that’s not cluttered, to sit herself.
“It’s ok, it’s ok! It isn’t a problem, I didn’t mean to ramble,” Lucielle says with a small laugh, shaking her hands a bit to calm herself down.
“It’s nice to hear someone else talk, though, you have no idea how much I’ve been shut down in the middle of presentations of all things! I don’t need you to feel the same.” Olivia states simply. The more they were together, the more of something Lucy noticed: that being just how expressive Olivia could get. Head movements, rolling her shoulders, to even the slightest movement of her hands, all of this helped the doctor keep herself focused on her topic.
It wasn’t the compliment that caught Lucielle off guard, but rather, “You’ve been stopped in your own presentations? That’s so rude! You’re the head scientist!”
Olivia tilts her head, a more concerned look on her face. “You definitely apologize too much,” something Lucielle has heard throughout her entire life, “I’m used to it, twenty years worth more than you too, it’s fine.”
Lucielle shifted in the seat, resting her head on one hand and tapping the other’s fingers on her knee. She keeps her eyes low, trying to think of something, anything. “But I can’t see why- Why would your colleagues look over your work? If I were the one being pushed aside, I could see that, but you..?”
Olivia straightens herself up, leaning back on one arm and nodding thoughtfully. “It’s my methods, they always say. My ideals.. I’ve been called mad more times than I can count!” There’s a split second of silence as she sighs. But, the breath devolves into another chuckle. “Would you agree with them?”
With her intent listening, Lucielle hadn’t noticed the Eelektross waking up. It was practically silent as it moved, save for the barest sound of its skin against the tile floor. Before she knew it, Olivia’s smile had shifted ever so slightly, as she raised her head and looked down upon the other woman with a bare hint of condescension.
In the span of a heartbeat, there’s a hand on Lucy’s shoulder, one that yanks her back and holds her there. She squeaked at the sudden feeling, and after that split second she realized what it belonged to, the very Pokémon she failed to notice. Three of Eelektross’s four claws dig into her collared shirt, threatening to puncture it and sink into her skin if she moved. The center of its “hand” almost feels like a suction cup, just solidifying its hold on her as it brings the other down to her free shoulder. She stiffens in her seat, a chill running up her spine as she freezes.
The eel Pokémon’s face barely enters her field of vision as she chirps out, “Wh- Why’s she awake now..?”
Olivia doesn’t make a move, only raising a brow and leaning forward with her hands together as if to push her last question further on Lucy, who freezes up like a deer in headlights.
“But no! Of course not! I mean, insanity could mean something different to them- And your work definitely doesn’t reach that for me!” She finishes her babbling with a worried little smile.
That may not have done the trick, as the claws on her shoulders sink in a touch deeper, causing her to wince and squirm. She doesn’t dare to say another word, she can’t even hear her own thoughts over the fearful racing of her heart. It’s not even the pain, it’s the panic, as she looks up with wide eyes at the doctor stepping closer. Her stomach feels like it’s in knots, her heart feels like it hit the floor, but in that blur she feels a warm shock of excitement.
“That’s sweet to hear,” Olivia says, quieter now. What’s scary is her change in tone… That there isn’t one- That faint excitement boiling in her voice, under a soothing croon that causes Lucielle to shrink into herself. The doctor rises from her seat on the desk edge, slipping off her large lab coat to lie behind her. She steps forward, and leans close to Lucielle, like one would to a child. She peers down her nose at the younger woman, a sharp smile pulling at her lips. It takes Olivia everything in her power not to reach out a gloved hand and just hold the other woman’s face, to peer into the eyes and memorize everything about the face before her.
It’s like the pure definition of opposites, Olivia staying quiet for a moment with a smug stare, while a soft blush rises to Lucielle’s cheeks as she tries not to provoke Eelektross.
And just like that, it’s over. Olivia bursts back up to being that enthusiastic scientist she was known as, and with her movement Eelektross pulls back, quickly slithering to the doctor’s side around her legs. She ruffles Lucy’s hair, fluffing up her bangs as she practically cackles. “Oh I’m sorry! That was it, that was the method!”
Lucy is understandably taken aback, her breath catches and she shuffles to sit up. “Wh- Huh?! Intimidation?” She blurts out, trying to hide how that made her feel.
“Of course! How else could I secure funding? You’re lucky I haven’t gone into crime,” Yet.. Olivia’s response is bright, as if nothing happened, and even with its jawless mouth her Eelektross seems to express that same excitement.
Lucielle’s gaze darts between the two, she has to stop herself from asking about why Olivia’s suit color mirrors the Pokémon, but she’s able to. “Was that, like, training?! U- Uhm, there’s no way your colleagues will act like I did!”
Olivia just giggled more. “Training, sure, that works. In all honesty I just wanted to see how you’d react.” In all honesty, she found the reaction cute.
Lucielle sighed, and bounced her leg on the tiled floor. “Ok, ok! You got me, it was good.”
“Thank you, thank you,” The doctor mocks an actor’s bow, purposefully getting just a bit too close for comfort, almost causing Lucy to freak out.. Again. “I hope Eelektross didn’t hurt you, she can get a bit excited too.. We learned that with one of my latest devices, based on her. Would you like to see?”
Lucielle perks up, with a nervous grin. “Alright…”
Olivia does a short twirl on the toe of her boots, showing off her corset and the back harness it’s connected to. She never felt more alive, more ready to show off her work to someone. Maybe it was because she knew that this someone would listen. Maybe it was because she found this someone pretty. When she faces Lucielle again, she folds her hands in front of herself.
Before the devices emerge from her back. There’s a slick sound of plastic against metal for a moment, and out rises two arms. They move with an unnatural smoothness, quicker than Eelektross and at least as thick. They’re a much lighter color than the Pokémon, and a similar translucency to parts of Olivia’s suit- Even violet wires can be seen extending inside. At half their full length, they stop, having to curl forward to not hit the ceiling. The tapered ends snap open into a round, four pronged claw, just like Olivia’s partner Pokémon.
“Oh dear Arceus-“
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(Inspired by this gif ^)
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April, for some reason, had chosen to meditate lying down on her mat, laying it horizontally to Ramattra's by his folded legs. It must be a human thing, he guessed after she explained it - perhaps a form of intimacy. Since he had grown so fond of his human...companion, he allowed it, and for a while his concentration remained unbroken. Both of them sat in silence, eyes closed, focusing on the gentle sounds of nature around them and the stillness of their minds.
...
A presence was suddenly felt approaching April: the hum of an omnic meditation orb slowly getting louder, its glow becoming brighter even to the human's closed eyes. Curiosity getting the upper hand, she opened them. Ramattra's meditation orb had indeed drifted closer towards her. Odd, this had never happened before when the two were together like this. She studied it for a moment, noticing that the omnic hadn't stirred. Perhaps this was some subconscious attempt at intimacy, him...reaching out to her, in a sense. Smiling, she closed her eyes once more and accepted its presence in her space.
...
It was unclear how long it took for Ramattra to notice that the orb was out of place. When at last he opened his eyes and realized where it had strayed, it didn't take him long to realize what it was doing - how it was responding to his thoughts. Panic rushed in, and he lunged forward to grab it, pulling it away from April himself before she could see it. His haste had the opposite effect as intended, and the human was surprised by his sudden movements. She turned slightly to look up at him inquisitively. Feigning innocence, Ramattra observed the orb as if something had gone wrong with it. "Silly thing..." he muttered before glancing at April, who was still watching him, "...Did I disturb you? --The orb, that is..."
Opting for a neutral response, she shrugged and laid back down. "Not really," she answered simply...then softly smiled once more. "Actually, I liked being so close to it."
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A Potion and a Sparkling Ring
Aslia x Hina | romantic fluff
a proposal fic? whaaaat???? okay but seriously i've started calling Hina my wife and then the potions event happened so uh. here we are i guess
"Oho, so you're the ones behind the potion shop I've heard so much about! When it comes to fulfilling requests, I heard the customer's wish is practically your command."
At the sound of her girlfriend's voice, Aslia looks up from the book she's reading. Sure enough, Hina is standing there, her eyes twinkling and tail wagging. The rabbit lady blushes, and buries her face in her book to the sound of Lisa's teasing giggle. As Paimon and Lumine greet the general and her companion, Aslia's mind drifts. A bag hangs off the back of rose chair, and this is the perfect situation for ro to make use of it.
A brief tug on rose arm makes rose look up. Lisa is tugging gently on her arm, a silent encouragement to go greet the guests. Kirara, who Aslia is only vaguely acquainted with, is rocking back and forth idly. Lisa greets the guests in her usual playful tone, while Aslia stares at Hina with a wistful smile as ro shoulders rose bag. Then ro basically sprints the short distance between the potions stand and the cauldron where the others stand, exclaiming, "Puppy!"
Hina barely has enough time to turn around before she receives an armful of her girlfriend, but her tail is wagging more than before. Aslia presses kisses all over Hina's face as the general giggles and manages to say, "Hey, Bunny!"
"Oh, this cutie seems to like you," Lisa teases. Aslia pulls away from Hina, rolling rose eyes playfully. Crossing her arms and turning to Lisa she grumbles, "Lisa!"
Lisa puts her hands up in surrender with a little giggle. She keeps talking, but Aslia stops paying attention. Ro is more concerned with rummaging around in rose bag, pausing when ro finally finds the item ro's looking for.
A small box.
She'd had this for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to give it to its intended recipient.
And now here's the recipient, standing right in front of her, unaware of what Aslia holds in her hands.
"Hey, Shining Star, are you gonna help out?" Lumine asks, causing Aslia to jump and nearly drop the box. She approaches the cauldron, asking, "So, Lulu, what're we making?"
Lumine explains the potion the three of them will be making for Hina and Kirara. One to keep them, and the soldiers of Watatsumi, in peak condition. Aslia nods in understanding as she prepares herself for her role in making the potion. She leans over Lumine's shoulder, pointing out places to put ingredients to make the most efficient potion.
When it's done, Lumine pours it into a heart-shaped bottle, picked out by a blushing Aslia. Then Paimon attaches a decoration to the bottle, whilst Lumine sidles over to Aslia.
"So... Hina," Lumine giggles, "and that little box I saw?" Aslia lets out a squeak of embarrassment, rose face burning. Ro knows that Lumine has figured out what's in the box, so ro just nods a little. Lumine grins wide and chirps, "About time!"
"About time for what?" Paimon asks, poking their head over Lumine's shoulder as they pass the finished potion to it. Lumine takes the potion and whispers, "Aslia's hoping to get engaged."
"Again?" Paimon asks, louder than strictly necessary, prompting Hina and Kirara to glance over for just a moment before resuming their conversation. Aslia pulls out the box again, looking at it with a faraway stare. Paimon looks at rose, then over to where Hina and Kirara are speaking. Then back to Aslia, then Hina, then Aslia one more time. Recognition dawns on their face, and then a smile.
"Good luck!" Paimon chirps, patting Aslia on the back. Meanwhile, Lumine holds out her hand with a knowing smirk. Aslia tilts her head in confusion, before Lumine gestures to the ring.
"Put the ring around the potion neck. Hina sees the ring. You propose," she starts, before Paimon finishes, "Bam! There you go!"
The plan makes Aslia blush, but ro nods in agreement. Lumine holds out the bottle, and Aslia carefully works the ring over the neck. It's big enough - or the bottle neck is small enough, Aslia's not sure - that the ring slides down easily.
Then Lumine approaches Hina and Kirara, distracting them from their conversation. Paimon encourages them to try the potion, with Hina praising it with her usual genuine smile. Kirara tests it as well, also having nothing but compliments.
"Hey, what's this?" Kirara examines the bottle carefully upon spotting the ring. Then her eyebrows raise in realization, and she giggles with a playful, "General, I believe this is for you!"
"H-huh...?" Hina stammers, taking the bottle and staring at the ring. Aslia clears rose throat. Ro's down on one knee, rose hands out as if gesturing to the ring on the bottle. Ro just hopes ro looks more confident than ro feels.
"Hina... will you marry me?"
Hina blushes, her entire face burning red. Aslia can see her tail wagging as she stares at Aslia for a long moment before announcing her answer of, "Of course!"
Lumine, Paimon, and Kirara burst into cheers as Aslia leaps up, and then Hina pulls her into a kiss.
This, of course, is the exact moment that Lisa approaches. She compliments them, her usually playful tone entirely genuine. Aslia thanks her as ro removes the ring from the bottle and places it on Hina's finger. It's a black band, with an amber-colored gemstone in the middle. She'd had to pay Wagner a fair bit of Mora to get him to make it, but it was worth every single one.
"Well, I guess our afternoon tea is more of an engagement party now, huh cuties?" Lisa asks playfully. Aslia and Hina both blush, though Aslia is also rolling her eyes playfully.
"Now I'm really glad we decided to make that delay," Hina giggles to her new fiancée.
"So am I," Aslia replies with a fond smile, "So am I."
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