#<- god fucking damn it Geno

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Geno: …so? Killer: hm? Geno: here to threaten me? or something Killer: no, i wanted to ask you why you're here. i've been asking that to everyone, because i'm curious Geno: i'm hosting the party. this is my house. Killer: damn. my boss made me come as a bodyguard Geno: does Nightmare need a bodyguard…? Killer: probably not!

[streetlightgoblin]

To bask in the light of a god

[hkpika07]

Get ready for me exploding in the tags

what's everyone's favorite mario character?

[bbydoll18xx]

I’ve Got a Wand and a Rabbit (Part 2)

You give Paige some guidance when it comes to self-pleasure.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Themes: mentions of sex, sex toys, and some ~self-pleasure~

A/N: hiii guys!!! I honestly cannot get over the love for part 1. That was probably one of my favorite things I’ve written since I’ve been here on tumblr, and I’m so glad you guys shared the love 💜😚

I hope part 2 doesn’t disappoint!!

Here we go!!

~

“You shoulda seen the way she was blushing! I’ve never seen her act that way!” KK roars to the rest of UConn’s women’s basketball team, the girls leaning forward in extreme interest as KK recounts how Paige had turned into a bumbling mess in your presence the day prior. 

“God, KK, shut up. I did not,” Paige whines, her face growing warm with humiliation. 

“There she goes again,” Jana teases, and the girls erupt into another round of laughter. 

“Y’all suck,” Paige pouts, walking off the basketball court and heading towards the locker room for a much needed reprieve. 

The taunting had yet to stop since she had stepped foot in the sex shop a week prior. KK and Ice had hunted down valuable information that a certain someone had worked there, and they had forced Paige to come inside, knowing you were standing behind the counter.

Paiges’ thoughts drift back to that day, as they had nearly a million times the past week, and she muses over the way your hair had flowed over your shoulders and your lips glistened pink.

Her crush on you was unwavering, the same way the ocean waves continuously kissed the shoreline. 

And despite what nearly everyone had perceived about Paige Bueckers, she was absolutely terrified when it came to expressing her feelings. Especially about you. So she bottled them up, settling for watching you from afar with a hope that maybe she’d muster up the courage to talk to you.

That was until her teammates had made the decision to do so for her. 

She really couldn't be all that mad at them.

Her crush on you had started three years ago. The two of you had shared a fondness for studying in the same area of the library, where it was quiet and away from the loudness of your respective roommates. Paige’s grades had always been good, but the daily motivation of seeing you, tongue occasionally peaking out in concentration and your body nestled in large, comfy-looking sweatshirts had Paige securing her place on the Dean’s List semester after semester. 

And with everything Paige did, she completely lacked subtlety when it came to you, and it only took a few longing glances in your direction for Ice and KK to connect the dots. 

~

“Oh, c’mon you can’t be mad at me,” KK whines, running into the locker room after Paige. 

Paige rolls her eyes. “Well, you ain’t gotta put me on blast.” She sits on the bench, putting her head in her hands.

“You’re being way too dramatic. She offered to show you how to use the damn toy,” KK stresses, and Paige’s face goes pink again.

“Soo,” she drags out the word with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Just take her up on the offer and boom you can have sex and then live happily ever after!” 

Paige’s eyes widen as KK, in the midst of her rambling, doesn’t see Coach Geno walk in behind her. 

Based on the look on his face, he had definitely heard KK, and he clears his throat, causing KK to whip around, her hand flying over her mouth as she pieces the situation together.

“Shit,” she mumbles under her breath, sending a weak smile over to Geno, who just waves her away, a disgusted grimace on his face.

But as Geno rambles on about how the practice went, Paige’s thoughts drift back to the way you suggested to help her. 

Would you really want to? Paige was navigating something completely new, and it was stressing her the fuck out.

If only there was a way to get rid of the pent up anxiety.

~

On the other side of campus, you were having a similar dilemma. You had been trying to work out what had come over you yesterday when you had boldly and uncharacteristically offered to teach Paige Bueckers how to use a vibrator.

The interaction plays in your mind for the millionth time, and you slap a palm across your forehead in frustration.

“I am so fucking stupid,” you groan, catching the attention of your roommate who was working on a paper at the seat across from you at your most favorite spot in the library.

“What’d you do now?” She asks, and you divulge her in yesterday's interaction with Paige, and her eyes widen.

“Dude, you have been drooling over her for the past three years, and you’re telling me you’re not going to wife her up?” She asks in a hushed whisper.

“I think she was just being polite,” you sigh. “We exchanged numbers, but I’ve been too scared to do anything.”

Charlotte shakes her head in mock derision, “I raised you better than that.”

You sit there a moment, contemplating. 

“Fuck. Okay, I’m gonna do it.” 

Pulling out your phone, you pull up Paige’s contact information, your fingers shaking slightly as they ghost over the keypad. 

“Hi, still need some help? If not, no big deal. Just thought I couldn’t leave a pretty girl stranded,” you read out to Charlotte as you compose the text, and she claps loudly in approval.

“God I hope she doesn't think I'm some sort of sex addict,” you moan, looking at the delivered sign under the text. 

~

Back in the locker room, Paige nearly chokes on a swig of water as your text appears on her screen. Aubrey, who is sitting next to her, slaps her on the back a few times, before leaning over to take a good look at what was causing the reaction.

Aubrey hoots loudly as she reads the text and promptly snatches Paige’s phone out of her hands to show it to KK, who had proudly deemed herself the captain of yours and Paige’s ship.

“FINALLY!” KK yells, fist pumping the air with great enthusiasm, and the whole locker room erupts into laughter again. 

Paige rereads the text. And then again. Your words were flirty and sure, just as they had been yesterday, and Paige is once again reduced to a blushing, simpering mess. 

She looks around the room, eyes wide and a shy grin on her face. “What do I say?” And the girls erupt again.

“Tell her you wanna fu—” KK starts eagerly before Azzi, who was sitting next to the younger girl, covers her mouth with a sharp look on her face. KK moves Azzi’s hand away, pouting and muttering to herself about how she’s “just tryna help Paige get some pussy.”

With pink cheeks and a pounding heart, Paige composes a reply, hiding her phone from the curious eyes of her teammates, hoping it seemed way more confident than she felt. You had a strange effect on her, reducing her assured ways into a bumbling mess, teetering on the edge of falling into madness.

And it was just the beginning. 

After all, you had yet to even touch her. 

~

That night you stand in front of Paige’s door with a pounding heart, determined to keep up the facade you had attached to your being, and as she appears on the other side, it is cemented. 

There was just something about seeing a bashful Paige Bueckers that makes your confidence soar, and you send her a cheeky smile, reveling in her mannerisms.

Paige leads you into her bedroom, and you immediately spot the purple vibrator laying atop of the comforter. 

You break the ice. “So what’s stopping you from finishing?” You ask, looking her in the eyes.

An embarrassed chuckle leaves those pink lips, and she rubs a hand over the back of her neck. “I guess I just keep gettin’ distracted,” she mumbles, and you nod in understanding.

“I like to think about someone,” you say boldly and pointedly. “If you close your eyes and immerse yourself into a fantasy, it’s almost like they’re there with you.” 

You watch as she takes a deep breath, like she’s mentally preparing for what she says next.

“Can I try again? And you can walk me through it?” 

The air leaves your lungs, surprised by her suggestion, and you agree before any other thought could cross your mind. 

The situation was something out of a filthy romance book, and as Paige undresses down to her boxers and her sports bra, you thank every star you had wished on the last three years for letting this happen. 

Paige settles onto her pillows, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, and with shaky hands, grabs the vibrator.

“P,” you say softly, and her eyes fly back open, meeting yours. “Use your hands first. Tease yourself, and let the arousal build up,” you suggest kindly, and she nods, putting the toy back down.

She runs her hands across her toned stomach, causing your own to lurch with want. Her hair was sprawled out on the pillows, and her bottom lip was red and plump from biting it, and despite just getting started, she looked completely fucked out. 

You secretly hope the image never leaves your memory.

Paige continues to tease herself, her fingers delicately dancing across the fabric of her boxers, and a quiet moan leaves her mouth. Her eyes are still closed in concentration, and you wished you could peer into her thoughts, hoping you were the object of her most intimate fantasies. 

And as if she could read your thoughts, your name leaves her mouth in a broken whimper that has you wanting to jump her bones and connect that sinful mouth with yours.

She’s panting now. Her eyes open, those crystal clear baby blues pleading for more. The unspoken words spoken between the two of you bridged a formidable bond, and you know at that point that this would lead to a whole lot more than offering friendly tips on masterbation. 

“Need more,” she whispers, her lithe body squirming on the bed hinting at her growing arousal. 

“Okay, baby, now take the vibrator and start at your tits and run it down your stomach,” you instruct, your voice nearly trembling. 

The quiet buzz fills the room before it’s cut with Paige’s whimpers as she runs the toy over her now exposed breasts. The pointed, pink peaks of her nipples make your own strain against the lace of your bra, and you shift uncomfortably in the gaming chair you are sitting in. 

The toy gets dragged over her belly, going lower and lower until it grazes the waistband of her underwear, and with a frustrated sigh, she lifts her butt to rip off the offending fabric. 

And now she was laid out bare in front of you, occasionally peeking at you, making sure you were still watching. 

You could not look away, and your body subconsciously leans forward toward the blonde girl. 

She places the buzzing toy on her clit, her back arching off the bed in response, moaning in pleasure. Her hips jump, grinding against the vibrator, desperately seeking an orgasm that had been denied from her several times over the past week. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” you whisper, enthralled with the display in front of you, and Paige opens her eyes once more at your praise, sending you a needy look and a pout. 

“Keep going,” you encourage, and she adjusts the vibration, a higher pitched buzz ringing through the small room. 

Paige’s skin glows with a subtle sheen of sweat and arousal that you want to meticulously lick, and her whimpers grow louder as she squirms, her eyes never leaving yours. 

“Fuck, gonna cum,” she groans, and you bite your lip, her noises effecting every fiber of your being. 

And with a loud moan, your name leaves her mouth, along with a long string of expletives, as her back arches off the comforter again. Her chest heaves as the orgasm rips through her, and her eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure.

Your gaze rakes over her, taking in the gorgeous woman laid out before you, watching as she slowly comes down from the high. 

“Oh my god,” Paige breathes heavily, suddenly feeling exposed and shy again. 

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you admit, your own cheeks flushed with arousal, and Paige’s eyes trail to your peaked nipples straining against the fabric of your shirt. 

“I was thinkin’ of you the whole time. And that was the best fuckin’ orgasm I have ever had,” she responds, putting her underwear back on, much to your displeasure. 

“Thank you,” she adds shyly.

You shrug, moving to sit next to her on the bed, you run your hand across the flesh of her thigh, goosebumps erupting in its wake.

And before you can even make your own move, Paige connects your lips in an impassioned kiss that adds fuel to the fire that was raging in your core. The kiss was messy with unrestrained want and need, swapping unsaid words that had been brewing in both of your heads over the last three years.

The two of you had unknowingly fallen in love with the thought of each other, and now, here you were, falling right into each other. 

And it wasn’t going to stop there. 

~

The next afternoon, you are back at work, your mind continuously going back to the delicious display of Paige’s naked body. You had been on the edge all day, dying to get home to rub one out. Or four, if you were being completely honest with yourself. 

Sitting in the back room in front of the fan, desperately needing a cool off, you hear the familiar jingle of the bell on the front door, alerting you that someone had entered the shop. You take a few deep breaths, trying to compose yourself. 

It was hard to be cordial when you were surrounded by sex toys.

You walk out of the back room, your eyes immediately trained on Paige who was now standing at the front counter with a huge smirk on her face. 

Blushing you walk up to her, pressing your lips to hers, the taste of her mouth sending your body up in flames once more.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask breathily.

Paige gestures towards the package she had set on the counter with a wide smile. “Figured I’d add to the collection. Wanted to buy something for your pleasure,” she adds casually.

Your belly lurches as your eyes land on the strap on, a deep purple and six inches of thick rubber.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, feeling yourself drip with excitement at the thought.

“Oh, I plan to,” Paige grins, and she pulls you in for another kiss.

Things were just getting started.

~

This was a blast to write!! Also I am obsessed with shy, blushy Paige

xoxo katy

~

You can now read part 3 here

[goldfades]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> can i request one for manager and nika? kind of building off the head cannon that nika is SUPER protective. maybe an opposing player slips in a comment in the post game handshake line and nika hears and shit just hits the fan. because everyone knows that girl is scaryyyyyy when she’s mad.

─ word count | 1k

─ warnings | mention of manager shit talking (or rather truth talking cussss), a singular insult, nika being super duper protective, nothing else?

THE GAME HAD been very intense, but in the end UConn had pulled through and won.

You had been there the entire time, taking pictures and watching the game silently ─ well, somewhat silently. You couldn't help but let out a couple snide comments that may or may have not been heard from the opposing team. But to be completely fair, they had been playing dirty! What were you supposed to do, just sit there and let them?

Absolutely not.

As the final buzzer sounded and the crowd erupted into cheers, you couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the hard-fought victory. You had been there every step of the way, capturing the intensity of the game through your camera lens and silently (or not so silently) cheering on your team.

As the players celebrated on the court and the fans spilled out of the arena, you made your way down to the sidelines, eager to capture the excitement of the moment.

"Y/N! Put down the damn camera and come celebrate!" You heard Geno shout. You laughed, shaking your head in amusement as you put down the camera on the bench and going to join your team.

The girls were very enthusiastic, running up to you and lifting you up in a group hug, their cheers and laughter filling the air. As they pulled away, you felt Nika's arms pull you closer in a tight hug as you both laughed.

You looked up to meet your girlfriend's gaze, a small smile playing on your lips as you cupped her cheek. "You played amazing tonight,"

"Thank you, my love." She pressed a small kiss on your cheek before you heard Paige's shouts.

"God, you guys are making me sick." Paige teased as Nika rolled her eyes. She gestured for the two of you to come over so you could line-up for the post-game handshake.

You shared a knowing glance with Nika, both of you unable to suppress a fond smile at Paige's playful teasing. With a laugh, you intertwined your fingers with Nika's, the warmth of her hand in yours sending a rush of comfort through your veins.

Together, you made your way over to join Paige and the rest of your teammates, ready to line up for the post-game handshake. As you stood shoulder to shoulder with Nika, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of your team.

As you shook hands with some of the girls, you could feel their glares on you. You just ignored it because if they were really focused on the game, they wouldn't have heard the comments ─ maybe, that's why they had lost.

However, as you reached the last player in line, you were taken aback when she sneered at you, her tone dripping with disdain. "Bitch," she mumbled under her breath as she gripped your hand roughly, causing you to wince.

The petty insult hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you were speechless. But before you could respond, Nika stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger as she confronted the opposing player.

"Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice icy with fury as she locked eyes with the offending player. "The fuck did you say?"

The opposing player faltered for a moment, taken aback by Nika's sudden protectiveness. But instead of backing down, she squared her shoulders, her expression defiant.

"I called her a bitch," she retorted, her voice laced with arrogance. "Your girlfriend may be good with a camera, but let's see how she handles herself on the court."

Before anyone could react, Nika reached out and grabbed the player's jersey, her grip firm and unyielding. "You don't get to talk to her like that," she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. "Say that shit again, I dare you. Call her a bitch again and see what happens,"

The opposing player recoiled at Nika's sudden aggression, her bravado faltering in the face of Nika's unwavering determination. "Let go of me," she demanded, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

But before anything else could happen, you saw Aaliyah come over and grip her shoulder, telling her to let it go. Nika stood there for a moment, sending an icy glare her way for a couple moments before she pushed the girl as she scoffed.

As Aaliyah guided the player away, Nika's glare intensified, her frustration palpable in the tense silence that hung in the air. But before she could say anything more, you felt her hand on your arm, pulling you away from the confrontation.

"You okay? I'm sorry that happened," her voice was soft as you looked at her, your expression stern.

"Why would do that, it wasn't worth it. You could get in a lot of trouble-"

She shushed you with her finger as she sighed. "Relax, it's fine she called you a bitch and I was defending my teammate. Why would I get in trouble?"

You couldn't help but sigh, a mixture of frustration and admiration swirling inside you as you looked into Nika's determined eyes. Despite her reassurances, you couldn't shake the worry gnawing at the back of your mind.

"I know you were defending me, and I love you for that," you said, your voice softening with gratitude. "But things could have escalated, and I don't want you getting in trouble because of me."

Nika's expression softened, her thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand as she met your gaze. "I'm not gonna get in trouble, I promise you. And if I do, Geno would probably just make me run a couple laps and I'll be fine. So please, don't worry about me. I'm your damn girlfriend, I'm going to defend you."

You couldn't help but smile at Nika's reassurance, her unwavering loyalty warming your heart. With a deep breath, you let go of your worries, trusting in Nika's judgement.

"I know you will," you replied, your voice filled with gratitude and love. "And I'm grateful to have you by my side, always looking out for me."

Nika's smile mirrored your own, her eyes shining with affection as she squeezed your hand gently. "Always," she said, her voice filled with unwavering determination.

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[paigebueckersmommy]

begging - p.b

sub!paige x don!reader

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, hickeys, smut with a little plot at the end, mommy kink,fingering, absolute fifth

“p-ple-ohh” paige moaned out as you had been biting and teasing her thighs before licking a stripe up her sopping heat.

“yes! oh fuck,” paige screamed, while you sucked on her clit with your fingers prodding at her entrance. she praised you, about how well you were doing. “ri-righ-t there mommy ohmygod” she moaned as you plunged your fingers into her desperate, sopping cunt.

“mo-mommy i’m gonna cum please” she cooed. her being close to release only made you suck harder on her puffy clit. you looked up at paige only to see her hairless against your white pillow, and her eyes screwed shut. paige had such a specific face she made right before she came, and you loved it.

”oh my god! yes yes g-gonna cum”paige moaned out pornographically as you felt her release all over your fingers will her slick caring your chin and nose. her legs were still shaking when you pulled out of her, licking up her juices.

after practice

the team was sweating, so after geno said some announcements to the team the girls hurried to the locker room.

paige was pulling off her practice jersey, not thinking at all about the hickeys you left just above where her sports bra sits and on her collar bones.

kk, ice, azzi and some other girls saw. they started whispering, paige didn’t think much of it and talked to her other teammates. “so- paige, was it good?” kk said from the other side of the locker room.!

“w-what?” paige said with confusion as the team continued to laugh. “so is she a vampire or what? cuz damn,” laughed ice.

“oh my god. i hate all of you guys.” paige laughed as she turned her body tworrds her locker, only revealing the hickeys on the back of her thighs. “paige! oh my lord!” azzi laugh- screamed

[jareaul0ver]

I Can See You

Summary: As the media manager for the UConn WBB team, you've always kept a comfortable, and professional, relationship with the team; but one night out changes everything.

wc: 1.6k warnings: suggestive content, drinking, nothing else really pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

"Can you guys listen for once! It isn't that hard to stand in a straight line!" You sighed, getting frustrated with the team. It was media day, and Geno wanted a picture of all the girls together, but it was damn near impossible with the way they acted.

A few of them giggled, making your voice go stern. "I swear, ladies, I'm gonna tell Geno that you're all fuckin' around instead of taking these pictures."

They all groaned and shouted in protest. "Then get in a straight line and show me those pretty little smiles everyone loves, got it?"

A collective sigh was heard from the group and you laughed a bit under your breath. You lined the camera up, taking a few pictures. "Alright, do a fun one now, since I know you wanna."

They all changed their poses and looked utterly stupid. You snapped a few photos of them like that and finally media day was over. "Okay, girls, I'm done with you all. Get out of my sight." You smiled at them as they walked past you and to the locker room.

You gathered your things and were putting them carefully back into your bag when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up, meeting Nika's warm gaze. "Nika, what's up?"

She smiled at you and cleared her throat. "Hey, um, few of us are going to the bar later if you want to tag along." Her voice was soft and a little hoarse, probably from all of the yelling they did today. You could still hear her accent clearly, though, and it was making your knees weak.

"I'll be there." You smiled up at her. She squeezed your shoulder and mumbled a quiet "perfect" before saying goodbye and walking to the locker room with the rest of the team. Your eyes stuck on her as she walked away.

'Fuck, Y/N. Be normal. Be professional for God's sake.' You thought to yourself as you shoved the rest of your things in your camera bag. You shot Geno a text saying you'd have all the pictures sorted out within the next few days and would send him everything.

You slung your bag over your shoulder before leaving the gym and heading back to your apartment.

You stood against your bathroom sink and looked in the mirror as you applied eyeliner. Your roommate leaned against the doorframe and smirked at you. "Who're you getting pretty for tonight? Is it Nika? You never shut up about her, y'know."

A sigh left your lips as you shot her a glare. "And you just never shut up. I'm going to the bar with a few of the girls on the team, nothing special."

"Is Nika gonna be there?"

"I would think so considering she's the one that invited me-"

Your roommate gasped. "Hold on, she invited you?"

You groaned. "You're looking to far into this. We're just friends, it's nothing more than that. Besides, it would be unprofessional to be anything else."

"Right." She side eyed you. "Well, while you finish getting pretty for your girl, I'm gonna go figure out what to get for dinner."

You rolled your eyes as she walked away, mumbling a quiet "whatever" under your breath as you finished your makeup. You ran your fingers through your hair and decided that you were ready.

As you were leaving the apartment, your roommate called out. "Have fun tonight! And good luck with-" You shut the door behind you before you could hear the rest of her sentence. The bar was a little far from the apartment building, so you called an Uber and rode in silence on the way there.

You got out of the car and looked around, seeing if any of the girls were outside. You didn't see any of their cars, so the either weren't there yet or took Ubers.

You made your way inside and scouted the place out. You still didn't see any of them. You frowned as you made your way over to the bar and ordered a shot, getting head start over everyone else.

After sitting at the bar for a few minutes, making small talk with the bartender (the place wasn't busy in the slightest), you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spun around in your chair and met Nika's eyes.

"Sorry we were late. Someone took forever to get ready." She shot glares at Paige and Azzi. They weren't listening though. They were already getting drinks in their system.

You smiled at them and looked back up at Nika. "Don't diss them, they look beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, a tinge of jealousy in her heart, even though she knew you meant the compliment in the friendly way. "Yeah, whatever." She stepped next to you and ordered a drink for you and herself. You gladly took the drink from her and took a sip.

She reached for one of your hands and pulled you off of the barstool. You shot her a confused look. "Let's go dance?"

You smiled and shook your head at her. "Fine. But I can't dance to save my life."

Nika laughed softly as she pulled you to the middle of the floor. The bar had gotten busier, and there were bodies surrounding your every side. Nika had you pulled close to her, letting one of her hands rest on your lower back as the other held her drink.

You looked up at her as you did your best attempt to dance. Her eyes never once left your face. She was down bad for you, and she knew it.

You finished your drink and leaned up to talk in her ear so she could hear you. "Gonna go get another drink, be right back."

She nodded and watched as you walked away from her, but eventually lost you in the crowd. You made your way back over to the bar and got another drink. Paige and Azzi spotted you and came over.

You were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking and seeing all the things that could happen between you and Nika tonight. You and her shoved in a bathroom stall together, your skirt hiked up and her eating you out. You bit your bottom lip and let out a deep breath.

"Yo, you good, ma?" Paige put her hand on your arm. Your head snapped to look at her and you nodded.

"All good, don't worry." You flashed a smile at her and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't focus on her next sentence though. You needed to find Nika again.

You cut Paige off. "Sorry, P, I told Nika I'd be back a few minutes ago." You pat her shoulder before rushing off. Paige and Azzi sent each other knowing looks before shrugging it off and doing their own thing.

The crowd of bodies had only increased in size since you went to get a drink. You shoved your way through the crowd, trying to find Nika in the mess of people.

A few more people shoved to the side revealed her. And a girl very obviously flirting with her. You weren't sure whether Nika was interested in this girl's advancements, or if she was totally oblivious to it.

You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arm around Nika's bicep. "Hey." You tilted your head and looked up at her. Her gaze instantly went to meet yours.

She smiled at you, relief washing over her face. "Hey."

You turned to look at the girl that was flirting with her. She stood there awkwardly and watched the two of you. You glared at her and she took that as her sign to leave.

Nika brought her free hand up and turned your face to meet hers. Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth and Nika's eyes were stuck on it. "Come with me." She said lowly before dragging you away from the dance floor and in the direction of the bathrooms.

You hoped and prayed that this was going the way you wanted it to. You wanted to end up with Nika's head between her thighs, your hand tangled in her brown locks, and her eventually finishing you off in the bar bathroom.

She pulled you into the bathroom and into the handicapped stall, locking it behind you. "What was that?" She questioned. You could smell alcohol on your breath, and you knew she could smell it on yours.

"What was what?" You retorted, playing a little dumb about the situation.

Nika breathed out and took a step forward, trapping you against her and the wall. Fuck, she was hot. "You know what I mean." Her eyes had gone from her innocent bright ones to a dark look that you hadn't seen from her before.

You didn't say anything. The two of you stared at each other before she went to speak. You shook your head and leaned up, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting close to her ear, cutting off her words before they even left her mouth. "This isn't professional."

She grunted a response before leaning forward and latching her mouth onto your neck, leaving sloppy and wet kisses down the column of your neck. "Maybe not, but don't tell me you haven't noticed how things have changed." She said lowly.

You tilted your head back, letting her have easier access to your neck. she continued her assault on your neck, making you forget everything you were about to say. "No response?" She questioned teasingly.

"You're- fuck." She slotted her knee in between your thighs, causing a groan to escape your lips. "You're so fucking addicting."

Her smirk could be felt against your neck for a split second before she pulled away, looking down at you with her cocky expression. "Thought we had to keep things professional?"

i didnt really know where else to go with this one bc tbh i didnt really feel like writing smut for it, but i hope you guys enjoy! i also have a decent amount of requests to respond to, so pls be patient w me while i try and navigate the last 10 days of my classes, up through graduation, and writing these things 😪😪

[azzibuckets]

good luck babe part 2 [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i lowk do not like this but oh well

part 1 | masterlist

“You can’t force me to be here,” Azzi grumbled. “This is literally kidnapping.”

“You’re right, I can’t.” Caroline twirled the keys to the locker room on her finger, god knows how she got them. “But if I see you leave this room, I’m telling Geno about the checkup you failed last-,”

“Okay, fine,” Azzi interrupted, hoping Paige wasn’t following what Caroline was saying. She didn’t need the older girl to find out why CD had pulled her out of practice early the week before. “Sadist.” Her eyes burned into the back of Caroline’s head as the brunette shut the door, locking it with a click.

Azzi looked up at the tiles on the ceiling, the silence in the room louder then ever. With a loud groan, she sat down at her locker, making sure to send the blonde the dirtiest look she could muster. Paige held her hands up in defeat, pure innocence on her face. “Don’t look at me. This wasn’t my idea.” Paige looked down awkwardly at her hands, and Azzi took the opportunity to study the blonde. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, but Azzi’s heart still thudded at the soft shininess of her blonde hair and the curve of her mouth that she’d once memorized with her own lips.

Azzi’s curiosity got the best of her. “What did Caroline threaten you with?”

Paige blinked, confusion overtaking her face for a moment. “What?”

“How did she force you to be here?”

Paige folded her legs up, crossing her arms around her knees. Cocking her head with a stare so intense that Azzi had to break eye contact, she said, “She didn’t. I wanted to see you.”

“Bullshit.”

“How can you think I’m lying when I’ve tried calling and texting you hundreds of times?” Paige’s tone was bitter. “You wouldn’t even let me into your apartment when I sat outside the door for three hours.”

It had been the hardest thing Azzi had ever done, ignoring Paige. But she’d told herself that it was necessary in order for her to heal, that she wouldn’t be able to get over Paige if she didn’t cut off all ties. But now a sliver of doubt ran through her body as she looked at the older girl, because from the way every single neuron in her brain was lighting up from just being in the same room as her, Azzi knew her plan had completely and utterly failed. “You let me walk away the first time.”

“And I regret it every day.”

Azzi clenched her jaw. “What are you trying to get at? You obviously don’t reciprocate my feelings, and I’ve obviously been trying to get over you. Why are you making it so damn difficult?” Azzi was on fire now, her lungs burning with the need to say these words that have kept her up the past twenty nights. “Do you enjoy seeing me so hung up on you? Does it make you happy that I’ve ended up just like all the other girls you’ve been with, in love with you because you’re good at sex?” She snarled the last words mockingly, ignoring the way her heart panged at the hurt in Paige’s eyes.

“What other girls?”

“What?”

“What other girls, Azzi? You speak of all these other girls but there hasn’t been anyone.” Paige’s voice faltered. “There was Breanna, from my freshman year before you came. I told you about her. And that was fucking it, Azzi. There’s been no one else because I can’t think of anyone but you.”

“Then why?” Azzi was at a loss for words. “Why did you not-”

“I’m a pussy, Azzi,” Paige said dryly. “You know I’m not the bravest when it comes to you. It’s always one step forward and three steps back with us.” She swiped at her cheeks with her sleeve, hoping that she could hold back her tears just long enough to explain herself. “We’re best friends, but I feel no label could do justice to how I feel about you.”

Azzi’s bottom lip trembled. “How do you feel about me?”

“That you make me laugh so fucking hard that I don’t need Hudy’s dumbass ab workouts.” A scratchy laugh escaped Azzi’s lips, and Paige folded that sound into her heart. God, she’d missed the way Azzi smiled. “You make me feel sane after games when social media becomes a living hell hole.” Paige took a step towards the younger girl, testing the waters. “And I think you’re beautiful. You know I love watching basketball, but I…I think I love watching you more.” Azzi shook her head, taking a timid step back when Paige kept on advancing, but before she knew it, Paige’s hands were on the small of her back, on her hips and up her sides until she was fully in Paige’s arms. “And I think that I want to make you mine. And fuck it if it’s too early, but I wanna marry you too. Because I can’t imagine living the rest of my life with anyone but you, Azzi.”

“Paige.” Azzi’s eyes were watery, and there was a faint smile on her lips, and hope was glimmering inside Paige that she’d broken through to the girl. But Azzi looked down, stepping away from Paige, her hands falling helplessly to her side, and Paige knew. “You can’t just sweet talk your way into making things okay.”

Paige swallowed hard, pushing down the panicky feeling rising in her throat. She’d laid her whole heart out, had ran over this speech inside her head hundreds of times. Now wasn’t the time to fall apart, not when Azzi was just at her fingertips. “Then what do you want me to do, Azzi? I’ve come after you so many times trying to apologize. I want you, and I don’t know how to make myself any more fucking clear.”

“I-”

“I’m not letting you go again.”

“God, Paige, aren’t you scared?”

“How can you even ask that?” Paige’s hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. “Of course I’m scared. But I’m trusting you with my whole goddamn heart. But if I’m being honest with myself, you’ve had it for the past five years.” With trembling fingers, Paige ran a thumb over Azzi’s cheekbone. “I know I fucked up earlier, but this is me saying that I’m gonna try. I’m begging you to give me one more chance.”

A tear fell slowly down Azzi’s cheek. She closed her eyes briefly, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth of Paige’s palm. “You mean it?”

“I could never lie to you.”

For the rest of their lives, they’d argue over what happened next. Azzi claimed Paige kissed her first. Paige insisted Azzi was the one who initiated it. Regardless, both of them fell into each other, hands frantically running over each others bodies and pulling each other closer. It was surreal for Azzi, the feeling of Paige kissing her like she would die if she stopped. She tasted the saltiness of her tears, the sweetness of Paige’s lips, and she wanted more. When she whimpered, Paige tightened her grip on the younger girl’s waist, fingers flexing around the belt loops of her jeans. It felt like hours until Paige brought her hands to Azzi’s chest and gently broke them apart.

Azzi’s lips were swollen, her mouth wet, her pupils dilated. She looked up at Paige through her lashes, and it took everything in the older girl not to start kissing her again. Focus, she chided herself. “What’s this I heard about your checkup?”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?” Azzi pressed her mouth against Paige’s again, and Paige relaxed into her touch for a second before realizing. “Azzi.”

Azzi sighed, giving Paige one last peck before resting her forehead against hers. “My knee was acting up again. It hasn’t hurt for a while but it flared the day of the checkup and I couldn’t complete some of the agility movements.”

Paige pursed her lips. “I told you you’ve been in the gym too much. You can’t go in all at once or you’re gonna hurt yourself again.”

“You of all people shouldn’t be telling me this,” Azzi said, clearly referencing how Paige had tried to rush her own rehab the year before. She turned away, annoyed by how the conversation was going, but Paige gently grabbed her elbow.

“Hey,” Paige said gently. “I don’t wanna fight. We literally just ended our last one.”

“I’m just saying, you didn’t go to any of my PT sessions in the last few weeks. You don’t get to comment on how I’m healing.”

Paige raised her eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure if I’d shown up you would’ve kicked me out.”

Azzi scoffed. “That’s not the point.”

The look in Paige’s eyes softened. “I know, but I promise I’m gonna be with you at every session again.“

“I wanted you there.”

“Hm?”

“It’s true, I probably would’ve tried to kick you out if you’d shown up, but…I wanted you there anyways.” Azzi twisted her lips. “It was hard having the motivation to go without your annoying ass forcing me each time.”

“So you did miss me,” Paige smirked.

“That’s literally not what I said.”

“Okay babe.” Paige’s tone was teasing, but Azzi had to look away to hide her blush anyway. Babe. She could get used to that.

[gofancyninjaworld]

Blast is a mediocre hero

Talk about a controversial opinion! Well, I intend to defend it! With thanks to Eldrich_Void, who heard my rantings out.

This is not an opinion I rushed to. However, it has bothered me a lot that Blast seems to have a real track record for fucking things up. Almost all his endeavours seem to end up cursed in some way.

His evil partner, the ninja village horror he set up, and the way he seems intent on protecting the guy. His estranged son. The two heroes he saved both having serious complexes as a result. The monster he couldn't subdue.

Now that we get to see how he saw the situation on the ground, I think that Flashy Flash's accusing him of being unconscionably hesitant is right.

Under the circumstances, if I were Flash, I'd not trust that pressing that button would summon Blast in a manner timely enough to matter to me.

So, shall we see below the cut?

Before...

So, let's wind back all the way to chapter 165, back when Cosmic Garou landed. Remember then? He had time to pose for the benefit of the heroes gathered...

…then to look at himself, look at the heavens, and thank God for this gift of power.

Then Bang crawled up to Garou to try calling him back to his senses.

It took a while for the situation to ripen.

It's only in the next chapter, with Bang continuing to plead futilely with Garou, that Blast showed up.

Looks like he showed up as soon as he could.

So far, so good. It seemed that Blast came as soon as he could, given whatever else he was busy with. In the current timeline, Saitama came back from the future and punched Garou right when the latter looked up to thank God, so we thought, reasonably, that Blast never had a chance to appear. Case closed.

And looks like he didn't have an opportunity to show up.

But now we see more...

Several chapters have come and gone, and now we have a fuller picture of the event. And now we know that Blast was aware and on scene when Garou unleashed his gamma-ray burst:

Oh, so you were here.

We know too that Blast was on scene when Saitama appeared to punch out Cosmic Garou, before Bang even had a chance to crawl to Garou.

And there!

So Blast had had an opportunity to intervene earlier but did not take any action until after everyone was dropping dead and Bang was using the last of his energy to plead with Garou to come to his senses.

Okay, there's a place for observing the scene before you wade in so as not to make matters worse. As Drive Knight points out, rushing into things without proper analysis is a foolish thing. However, there's one thing I can't overlook. Even if Blast did not want to carelessly jump into a fight, the fact that he was able to reroute Garou's cosmic rays away from the heroes on the ground -- but had not done so originally... that is borderline unforgiveable.

Damn, if you could always do that, you should have done it earlier!

Let me be extremely clear. I don't hold Blast wholly responsible for restoring Empty Void. Yes, his rerouting the now free-floating 'God' powers as well as the cosmic rays to another dimension accidentally fed Void. That was careless, but not incomprehensible: thinking that one's evil ex-partner whom you left more dead than alive 15 years ago might be camping his nasty half-starved body on the other side of the dimensional hole you opened up in order to receive God's powers is not at the top of anyone's mind. What I am holding him responsible for is failing in the first duty of a hero: HELP PEOPLE!!

Now, let's go back to the original timeline. Even before he stepped up to support Bang, he could have rerouted those cosmic rays and saved most of the heroes. But he did not. I don't think he thought of it. Not a good hero instinct. But it gets worse.

Once it was clear that Garou had no intention of leaving the planet or ceasing to kill with his very presence, Genos stepped up, risking his life to buy Blast an opening.

Being a hero to the core. When people are in need, he is there.

However, when he was in danger and it was clear that Garou was fixing to kill him, did Blast step up? No. He just stood there, opened his mouth and bleated 'No.' [1]

And it gets worse still. It's not like Garou ripped Genos's head off to kill him instantly. Garou punched Genos through his center of mass. That was really bad: his upper torso is heavily protected for a reason, but that is not what killed him. We find out afterwards that Genos remembers seeing Garou pull his core out. Even that did not kill him: we've seen from back with the Giant Meteor that while losing his core's functionality will stop him being able to move his body, Genos's life support systems run independently of it. No, what killed him was Garou smashing him down so hard that his head and armor shattered and his blood splattered and ran into the ground, some of it being washed into long runnels by the fallout rain. So Blast stood there and watched while Garou not only struck Genos critically, but mutilated and maimed him to death. It was as if Garou was taunting him to try something heroic. And when Saitama finally arrived on the scene, Blast was just standing there. Uselessly.

Blast does not have the instincts of a hero.

Saitama rightly criticised himself for losing sight of what a hero's true duty was. I remember back when Sonic asked him who he was, he defined himself as the person who helps people when they are in trouble. [2] And he knows he fell short.

Blast appears to have totally lost sight of this fact. That's why his work is cursed.

A Hero Is More Than Mere Works

Without any doubt, Blast is strong. He is righteous but he's not looking at situations the way a hero should. He looks at things more as a warrior -- and it's not really helpful. He's forgotten the need to actually *be* a hero.

If I think about it a bit more, Blast was concerned for the health of the heroes on the field. Yet he did not protect them, even though he could have. He did not move them out of the way, even though he could have. He did not call on the rest of his compatriots to help him accomplish these goals, even though he could have and they would have helped.

I don't think that Blast is in danger of being deposed as the number 1 hero any time soon but man, it's as Flashy Flash says, his conduct is disappointing.

It's an insult to the heroes we've seen. I can't begin to imagine how bitterly Tatsumaki would be if she could have seen him. As the narrator said, she puts him on too high a pedestal. When I think of how hard she fought while never forgetting the helpless child, the civilians at risk, the rest of the strike team, and taking care of them even as it reduced her fighting efficiency, it's everything Blast ought to be. We saw so many heroes risk their lives to help others, even when they weren't of any strategic value.

Tatsumaki's determination to throw nobody under the bus, no matter how expedient, is the soul of heroism.

A hero is not merely their works. A hero is also what they symbolise. Amai Mask gets it: that's why he goes on and on about a hero being a beautiful symbol of peace. Saitama gets it: that's a big part of why he refused to out King because he symbolised being a hero so well. Mumen Rider lives it: even though he's not strong (by hero standards), he's greatly respected and people are inspired by him to do better in their lives.

What a hero is: someone who saves from danger, someone who reassures, someone who inspires.

Blast doesn't get it. When he had an opportunity to mitigate Garou's cosmic radiation and save lives, it did not occur to him. When he could have swallowed his pride and called back up to help him subdue Garou and save hero lives, it did not even cross his mind: he only saw a fight.

Since when was justice a matter of who can hit who harder?

And when he didn't prevail, he just stood there. When it was time for him to step up as a hero and actually take on some risk to try saving a life, he stood there, as hapless as any civilian. Even when it was hopeless, we didn't see the likes of Tank Top Master giving up. We didn't see Genos giving up on Tatsumaki, even when they were swarmed by Black Sperm. You don't give up on people.

No wonder his works are cursed.

How might the curse be lifted?

Some thoughts.

Never mind Tatsumaki: it's a rare hero who wouldn't be appalled. They all look up to Blast as the ultimate hero.

Fortunately, the only person who knows is Genos: it takes knowing how else things would have played out if Saitama hadn't arrived in the nick of time. Genos has no interest in trying to run down Blast: what little credibility he's got, he's used to tell Sicchi to ensure that Saitama got called up if Blast came up with anything.

Unfortunately, Sicchi hasn't passed on that message to Blast and Saitama's been allowed to go dawdling away. Even more unfortunately, what Sicchi has told Blast about Genos is that he's a terror who impedes access to Saitama. This may have terrible consequences down the line.

Talk about leaving out the important part. That 'is that so?' gives me chills.

You know how some readers are disappointed that the MA arc did not end with Saitama lecturing Garou about the importance of not compromising one's goals? It seems to me that Blast needs that lecture a lot more badly than Garou ever needed it in any version. He's forgotten that the point of heroism is the people you help *first* before it is about glorious fights. Important as it is to fight, losing sight of the human need in front of you is a hiding to nothing.

Or, if you want to put it differently: Saitama is likely to have a reason to confront Blast in the future.

Someone needs to hear this message and it's not the truculent teenage tearaways.

I am going to be there for it with a giant tub of ice cream!

Asides

[1] What was it that Awakened Garou said back in the WC: 'When facing an imminent threat against a monster, all you do is open your mouth and start babbling. It's an easy kind of job.'? (ch 85). It has applied very brutally to Blast here.

[2] In case you need a reminder:

That's the right thing to be. Saitama's been struggling since he forgot the brief a bit.

[queerofcups]

a July rec list

I read a truly absurd amount of fanfic in July, and since I’m tracking my fic reading anyway these days, I figured, why not pull up some faves. I’ll do my best to tag authors when and where I can! I’ll throw some commentary in there to talk about why I like some of them, but rest assure this is a rec list and I think every one of them has something to love. 

Hockey RPF

In the scrawl of the ringside choir E, 37k, Hockey RPF | @goodnightpuckbunny Sid/Geno

“Geno, this is Sid Crosby,” Kris says, sitting back down. The kid towers over both of them, but seems small in the office. “You need a coach, so he’s gonna help you out.” He looks Sid over, eyes scanning like he’s looking for weaknesses, faults in his form. Sid has plenty, but he’s not fighting anymore. He doesn’t bother mirroring the gesture. He can guess without looking. “He old,” Geno eventually decrees. 

Interview with the Vampire

The Vampire Eric

E | 4k | falsescience (@theburialofstrawberries) Eric Bogosian/Jam Reiderson, Jam Reiderson

Oh ho, Eric thinks to himself, and then, aloud, because it’s just too delicious, and wouldn’t Rolin be ashamed, and a little pissed: “Oh ho!” He feels zapped alive: young, powerful, god-like. Jacob starts giggling immediately. “Did you just say ‘oh ho’?” “Or maybe aspen. What do you think, Eric?” “Not a damn clue,” says Eric, with a broad grin. “You look very satisfied. He looks very satisfied, doesn’t he?” Jacob smiles at Sam over his hitched shoulder. “Hm,” says Sam. “I think we play it safe, and go with red maple.” Yeah, Eric is certain: Jacob and Sam aren’t fucking. But they’d like to be.

First of all, I am RPF’ing these people real hard in some private chats. But largely, I like the characterization happening here, and the little turn of understanding that happens in the last third of the fic. 

reformation

E | 44k | verseau (@downstairsbar) Lestat/Louis

we're gonna heal. we're gonna start again. you've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers. // It makes him speechless sometimes, how much he loves Lestat. He thought for years, a decade, that it was sickness. It’s not. It’s not. Even when Louis hated Lestat, nothing was more certain than that he loved him.

There’s some great, great plotting and characterization here but/also I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve read a fic and known immediately that the author is Black. That’s obviously not a requirement of the fic I write but it's nice to have Southern Black characters really sound like people I’ve known/grown up around etc. 

let’s keep this off the record

E | 1.4k | anonymous

Louis/Santiago (sort of)

There would be no second chances for the Englishman, no opportunity for him to crawl out of some dump and seek revenge. Louis would make sure of that.

Honestly, I think it's great that fandom has a long and storied history of skullfucking. I think it's fun that weird shit like that still happens around here.

Maman

T | 2k | anonymous Claudia/Madeline, Louis/Lestat

Madeleine meets in the in-laws. Particularly one of them.

transpires

M-E | 5.8k total | familiar (@bigvampo or @camilliar? sekrit you've got so many blogs) Louis/Lestat

I mean, sekrit is just a fucking stellar writer. sekrit’s got a way of telling so much —  about a character, their mental state, the world their in —  in just a few razor sharp details. also these fics are so funny and the characterizations of Louis and Lestat feel like natural progressions from what we’ve seen in canon both in how much they love each other and how terrible they are (to each other and in general)

Harry Potter

Right. I think I’ve always been pretty upfront about my continued reading of Harry Potter fanfiction, but in case it's somehow necessary to say, please do not come to my inbox talking about JK Rowling. I don’t think about that woman and I’m very clear about what she thinks about me. 

Those Three Curses

E | 6k total | @dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

Obviously I had a bit of a fucking dodgerkedavra moment here, but these blew me away. So much story telling in such little space. 

Former Things Come to Mind

E | 64k | dodgerkedavra

Harry Potter has had a headache for seven and a half years.

In the Presence of My Enemy E | 41k | dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

All Harry knows is that Sectumsempra is for enemies. He doesn’t know that it will bind him to Draco Malfoy, for better or worse, ‘til death do them part.

Tiny Home

E | 30k | @wolfpants Draco/Harry/Ron

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. A story about years of feelings, about weaving lives in and around each other, and about finding a place safe enough to call home.

I really feel like there’s been an explosion of excellent Draco/Harry/Ron all of a sudden. One of my qualms with a lot of polyship fics is that it's very uhhh “we must do everything together” and I really love that this fic breaks that down and allows everyone to have histories and experiences together as dyads and all together. 

In Our Blood

E | 37k | secretsalex Draco/Harry

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

I’m not even going to bullshit y’all. This fic reminded me why I love mpreg. Excellent use of body horror, body dread, suspense, all these things. Also, an mpreg fic that remembers abortion is a thing. Amazing!

Probationary Action

E | 63k | @toomuchplor Draco/Harry

As part of the terms of the probationary contract, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY shall submit for inspection his WAND on the last day of every month, such inspection to be carried out by a duly registered and fully qualified AUROR in the employ of the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, and such inspection to include a PRIORI INCANTATEM spell to ensure that no PROHIBITED MAGICS as heretofore described have been practised by the aforementioned probationer.

I’ve been obsessed with toomuchplor since Inception and this fic reminded me why. I don’t love Auror!Harry fic (truly, just so much unchecked, delighted writing about police brutality) but I do like any fic where Harry starts to wake up to the fact that maybe just because they’re “the good guys”, not every choice made by the Aurors/Wizarding Gov’t in general is right. Also, I appreciate the expansion on the idea of sex charms!

Embers

E | 41k | @shiftylinguini Draco/Harry

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.

idk man, I like a fic that treats sex work like it's just a job. Worthy of respect, full of technical expertise, etc. 

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Both of these next fics came from @hd-wireless which has been, pound for pound, one of the best fests I've ever witness and is a testament to how important having multiple fic fests in a fandom can be! so much good shit to read!

The most he’s ever said

E | 16k | anonymous Draco/Harry

It takes them twenty years.

Two Houses

E | 11k | anonymous Draco/Harry

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently? Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

I really enjoy that there's been more of a trend of writing about these two as older people and fleshing out the characterization of their kids.

[heylookomegas]

One punch Boys and how they feel about being pregnant

King

Did you say “Valid as fuck excuse to retire from heroing”? Because that’s what he heard.

This man would be popping bottles if it wouldn’t hurt his new internal tamagotchi.

Immediately sends a mass email telling everyone he knows from the association so they won’t worry when he doesn’t show up to meetings. (And also so they don’t ask him to.)

Because of his previous career as a hero and living below his means for so long he has quite a lot of money saved up and is quick to make an elaborate budget and start looking up larger residences. 

His general reaction will be positive regardless of whether he’s happily married and the baby was planned or if this was the result of a random hook up.

The only things that change are his nanny budget and what he tells the press. If this was a hookup baby then he’s telling every reporter that asks about the father that they were an “Anonymous donor” which isn’t really a lie, technically.

Zombieman

*Deep breath* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Immediately rushes to the doctor, not to get rid of it but to make sure his powers aren’t going to mess with the baby.

The answer is yes and no. His regenerative powers are causing seriously accelerated cell growth, but his reproductive system has dealt with that by splitting the initial zygote into multiple babies and growing them faster than normal. Repeat screaming.

He’s only going through with this if he’s already mated and moved in with his alpha, otherwise it would be totally irresponsible of him to keep multiple babies.

He loves his kids more than anything but he 100% has the worst pregnancy experience, all the symptoms are magnified, all the medicine he’s given doesn’t get processed properly by his body so it’s useless, he gets so hungry so fast he almost takes a bite out of his alpha and suddenly everyone is allergic to minding their own damn business.

Ends up taking something more like an extended vacation than retiring, he recovers from everything too quickly to justify to himself not going out and saving people.

Genos

Has to have a test tube baby since he’s basically just a brain in a hunk of metal.

Thank you Dr. Kuseno for your volunteering to help with this project.

And thank you house of evolution for the involuntary donation of your research.

Genos is psyched btw.

Saitama

“Damn, this is gonna be expensive.” 

Has a very delayed reaction to the whole thing, it’s totally possible it won’t fully sink in that he’s a mom until he’s holding a whole baby in his arms.

In the meantime he’s just living his life about the same as he always was minus alcohol and sushi.

He’ll be 8 months pregnant and punching aliens into oblivion.

Wins award for most clueless new mom. Maternal instincts of a brick this one.

Mumen Rider

WORRIED

Worried about cost, worried about danger, worried about birth plans, worried about birth defects, worried worried worried!

Someone please calm him down before he spirals into the center of the earth.

He’s going to need serious emotional support from his alpha and a lot of meditation apps.

Under all the anxiety he is happy, he’s always wanted a baby and well there’s never truly a right time is there?

Is there???

Garou

Goes from “Oh my god my life is ruined!” To “My baby is gonna be cooler than ALL ya’lls babies!” In like a week.

He just needed time to figure out how to fit a baby into his life mentally(if not practically.)

Has no idea what he’s doing but like a true Gen Z parent he’s doing what the internet tells him to.

Googling “Who has the happiest kids?” Followed by “Netherlands parenting” followed by “How to routine”

Garou honestly has to double check he’s still pregnant once in a while, his body doesn’t start noticeably changing until the final trimester and his symptoms are very mild. He didn’t even have any kind of morning sickness.

Fully committed to giving birth at home in his bathtub because he thinks the government will show up to take his baby and train it to be a super soldier or something and he’ll never see them again. Saitama said that “sounds like something the government would do.” While they were randomly getting udon together one day. Saitama’s emails from the hero association get a lot more passive aggressive after that, not that he notices.

[imperatorrrrr]

Jack’s one sided feud with Roman growing even stronger…. first his boyfriend and now his BROTHER?!

Journey with me into the Jack Hughes v. Roman Josi Cinematic Universe.

Here you'll find endgame Roman Josi/Quinn Hughes, established relationship Nico Hischier/Jack Hughes, MVP Luke Hughes and his boyfriend who is down to clown, Simon Nemec, and a whole cast of supporting characters and cameo appearances.

Important Events:

Quinn Hughes v. Roman Josi 2024 Stanley Cup Playoffs

Nico Hischier giving up the C for Roman Josi when he joined Team Switzerland after Quinn Hughes and the Vancouver Canucks kicked Roman Josi and the Nashville Predators out of the playoffs.

Quinn Hughes' Norris Trophy Acceptance Speech feat. a special thank you to Roman Josi.

Roman Josi training with Quinn Hughes and the Hugheses and their cohorts in Michigan Summer 2024.

Jack Hughes One Sided Beef with Roman Josi:

Jack's feeling a type of way about being stuck in Michigan with his healing shoulder, while his older brother is in the playoffs, his younger brother is at Worlds, and his boyfriend is also at Worlds.

Jack watching Nico give up his C for Roman and everyone make a big deal about it.

Jack watching Nico turn into a giggling mess around Roman as they win games together, celly together, strategize on the ice together, and make it all the way to the Worlds final together and win silver together.

Quinn thanking Roman fucking Josi in his speech when he wins the Norris at the NHL Awards.

Roman showing up to train with the Hugheses.

Quinn giving interviews and being secretive about the things he and Roman discussed.

Jack going back to New Jersey to finally be reunited with his Captain only for said Captain to be yapping nonstop about all the things he learned from watching Roman be a Captain at Worlds.

Luke absolutely stoking the flames of Jack's one sided beef.

We get to the Olympics and its been a couple years of two of the most important people in his life absolutely gushing about Roman fucking Josi all the god damn time.

Plus, Luke, who just says things to rile Jack up.

Jack having to watch in real life in front of his salad, Roman and Nico cellying together, playing together.

Jack having to watch in real life in front of his salad Roman and Quinn flirting.

and it all comes to a head in what will hereafter be known as The Incident

featuring guest spots by the Chucky Brothers, Jesp and Petey in the stands being bitchy and judging everyone, Team Switzerland: Siegs and Timo and Pius Suter and Nino and Kurashev and JJ Moser, Sidney Crosby watching and reporting everything to Geno, the New Jersey Devils who aren't at the Olympics having a watch party because they know Jack is going to absolutely erupt, and much much more.

and most importantly, Roman Josi has no fucking idea.

coming to an AO3 near you at some point in the future when I finally write this crackfic of my dreams.

[mpregcatboyshin]

so its been about a year or so since i last read opm and so i thought it was about time for my yearly catching up with it and holy fuck i forgot how hot genos is

most autistic man alive i forgot how absolutely gorgeous he was. my god. this awkward ass teenager with the power to decimate entire city blocks. young me always knew he was attractive but after revisiting the series after a long ass hiatus you just. whiplash. also obligatory fubuki is also hot as hell. hot damn i forgot how hot not just the characters but the fights and art are.

[guentzel]

bunch of asks beloved!! 🧃😇🌍 ☕️ 🎉🌻🥦

🧃 cold drink

my absolute favorite cold drink is arnold palmer half and half, specifically the strawberry one you can only get at like, kwik stars, which is super fucking annoying but its too damn good

😇 blorbo

i got so many blorbos... bones from star trek, nixon and speirs from bob, thomas barrow from downton abbey, bruce mclaren, kris and geno from the pens, yadi waino bdonnie bcraw and nado from the cards ;u; god john marston from rdr!!! i need to stop collecting so many

🌍 place

i love st louis! ive only visited it four times but its one of my favorite places to be, esp busch stadium. makes me wish i could live there

☕️ hot drink

i would say hot chocolate or tea? but i dont really drink hot drinks unless i have to, like im cold or forcing myself to be "healthy"

🎉 holiday

uuhhhh i guess christmas?? i enjoy seeing my family and giving gifts, and i love the cold and the snow

🌻 flower

delphinium!!! i love flowers that are like, cone shaped like that with a bunch of petals??? and their colors are gorgeous

🥦 veggie

give me all the mushrooms, i will eat them raw i dont care. give me the mush

[freebooter4ever]

So you guys know i (try to) post daily doodles, and i have said before that i draw for about 2-3 hrs every night. BUT that also means i dont post about like 80-90% of the drawings i do each night. Today though, i've been thinking about A*I and my own relationship with drawing, and how utterly baffled i am that anyone would want to use it to like...draw for them..and how the concept that *tell a computer what art to do so i dont have to do it* is alien to me. So here's ALL the drawings i did tonight. The bottom one is the last one i did and the one i would normally post. And i want to talk about A*I without talking about good or bad end product. Because i dont care if im making the shittiest art in the universe - i still wouldn't use A*I. Not even as a ‘tool’.

If you've been around here for a while you know i have a love/hate relationship with my art. I write too, but writing doesnt make me so frustrated and angry that i want to throw my computer out a second story window. HOWEVER. There is a huge caveat to that anger.

It happens after.

You could look at it a little like hockey. Every game is fresh, right? I mean god knows the US made an entire movie about how every game is a new game and the odds could always fall in your favor no matter how stacked against you. So every drawing i go into it excited - like LOOK at that reference material, its gorgeous. The gesture is beautiful, the post is interesting, there is something about it that is just begging to be drawn. But then say you hit intermission in the hockey game and the opposing team scored a few points. And i step back and look at the drawing and realize i started to go wrong somewhere along the way. But its too late now, you gotta commit and keep going. And you do but somehow the final score is STILL 6 to 0 and thats when i want to flush all my art down the toilet and never look at it again. But its okay because the next drawing is going to start with a blank canvas and who cares what happened last time.

Ok maybe a bad example.

The product is never really what drives me to draw - i mean, sure i do like it a heck of a lot better when i have something /anything/ that i can post to show that im sticking with my everyday doodle. But its not a requirement to doodling. The process of drawing is always fun. Its when i come out of it and look at the stupid thing that im like ‘well fuck i fucked that one up again didnt i’, and THEN i get annoyed lol.

I dont sit there consumed with frustration over ‘gee i dont know what to draw’. This is never an issue. I HAVE TOO MUCH TO DRAW. Sometimes i avoid certain gifs/photos because in the back of my mind im like ‘yeah no, i havent leveled up that far yet, i cant do that justice’. But i dont want to admit the sheer number of images of geno alone i have saved. I think my biggest reference folder is still aoki and that has over two thousand screenshots - i dont think anyone will ever surpass that LOL. I have a never ending supply of practice art to be done.

The frustration comes when i have an image in my head and i want to get it down on paper so-to-speak (computer whatever). So - when im NOT using reference (or at least not an exact one) and am making an ‘illustration’ (ish). But again, the process isn't the issue. I like the act of drawing, i like the image in my head slowly taking shape, i like how vividly i can see it. Yall know how obsessed i am with personality - that's not just part of the drawing, that IS the drawing. And each deicision in the illustration is defined by the personality/character.

A computer can't fucking do this.

Could i maybe tell a computer ‘draw geno in the shower’. Sure. And it probably could. And if i didnt care about the process - if all i wanted was a very good drawing of geno in the shower....that probably would be fine. Maybe great even. Maybe it would be the best damn drawing of geno in the shower ever. And then i'd feel like shit because a machine is producing art that is more valuable to other people than mine ever will be. But holy fucking shit that ruins the entire POINT of drawing???? Why would you do that?

I mean, im sure yall can infer the entire point of the act of drawing geno in the shower. He's hot, he's wet. ANYWAY.

In my opinion, a person who wants the end product and doesn't care about the process of getting there....that person is not an artist. That person is someone who enjoys art, and probably thinks they have a lot of good ideas to make into art, but who doesn't feel that pull to make art themselves. They just want to buy art. And they want it cheap. And mindless computers being trained in seconds on the decades of creativity and hard work of art masters is a heck of a lot cheaper than a human.

And the hardest part of all this for me is how worthless this makes me feel - nobody wants you, they want that automatic button. Kinda like my dad that way (haha)

[pro-gamer-berdly]

Looking through the Undertale Kickstarter and I found the three insane people who got their own bosses

Pretty sure the top left backer is for Muffet, top right is for Glyde and... Oh god.

The bottom one is So Sorry.

THAT'S A FANTROLL??? LIKE HOMESTUCK???

1000 DOLLARS FOR A BOSS FIGHT THAT'S ONLY NATURALLY ACCESSIBLE ON ONE HOUR OF ONE DAY OF THE YEAR.

Also HELLO? Why is Muffet (technically) a mandatory boss??? Girl did not even pay extra money. Like I mean she's technically optional but like only if you go out of your way to buy the spider donut/cider in Ruins (when depending on your route, you may have a bank account worth of 0) and then keep it all the way up to mid Hotland. ALSO you can kill her in Geno which you can't do for any of the other Kickstarter bosses.

Did Toby just feel like it.

Meanwhile the other 500 dollar backer has fucking GLYDE. Like at least So Sorry has a hint on how to encounter him. For Glyde you just gotta move for a whole minute in the secret Snowdin room with zero hints. He don't even have an overworld sprite. Damn, I don't even think he has his own boss theme. Also Glyde's dialogue just generally feels like a shallow character and his attack patterns are shit.

Granted, So Sorry's attacks might be just as bad, I actually haven't fought him 'cause I'm too paranoid to change my date and time on my computer oops.

And also I UNDERSTAND why Toby shafted So Sorry 'cause... He's a little weird to say the least. But Glyde did nothing wrong and he got worse what the freak 😭

In conclusion, Muffet's boss fight is amazing and it has an amazing track and has a funny skip speed runners can use and she only paid 500 dollars. The other two backers paid a collective 1500 dollars for two boss fights that can't even compare to Muffet's combined. Kinda funny!