#Can she herself stop the future they show her? Nope!

[arisewanekosuki]

travelers helper AU where is the reason why S/O is oblivious to all the men liking her is because every single time she showed an interested in a hot guy. They turned out to be gay, so she’s convinced herself that all of the men are gay and possibly even dating each other. (Couples she thinks are real are Alhaitham x Kaveh Cyno x Tinari Zongli x Childe Kaeya x Venti Nuvilet x woirthslie ) and I watched their reactions to finding out that she thinks they’re all gay

Ok this idea is funny xD But to anyone who like those ships, pls don't take it as some kind of hate towards those ships or something. --------- The guys are devastated after learning you think that they are into... each other. All of them wondering where did they make a mistake? Kaveh found it ridiculous, him and Alhaitham?! He wondered if you think so because they live in the same house? But there are many people who are friends and share homes… You even invite all your friends to live in your Teapot!! He really couldn't understand from where this idea came from… Is it because they bicker so much? But it didn't make sense to him!! Kaveh was anxious… do you not see him as a man or something? He is overthinking this whole thing. At this point he is debating whenever to show you his plans of the house he wants to make for you both in future.

Alhaitham was more clam about it, analyzing from where this idea may come. It's not like he and Kaveh were affectionate to each other and he couldn't recal any moment that could make you think like that about them. He will state that, no, he is not interested in Kaveh in such way (or anyone else, both guys and girls, that are not you) And yet you still say "That's okay! I won't judge! I will support whoever you love!" At this point Alhaitham may confess his feeling to you but the problem is that there is always someone by your side…if not Aether then other guys. And the worst thing is Kaveh always appears too, making the misunderstanding even worse.

Cyno at first thought this is some kind of joke. But after seeing that you're not joking he was bewildered. Why would you think so? "You two sometimes look like parents of Collei" Parents? But when they were in Mondstadt he was sure you heard how he and Tighnari bickered who would be the 'older brother'… right? Cyno was silent. Trying to come up with something that will make you believe him that he is interested in you. Because whenever he would say that, you would be "ah Cyno! Please don't joke like that!" he would never joke about things like this... The General Mahamatra for now tries to avoid talking to Tighnari when you are close…

Tighnari only furrowed his brows. Him and Cyno? Big nope!! Just imagining that he would hear more jokes from Cyno if they were together already gives him a headache. The Forest Ranger was getting more and more irritated that you for some reason don't want to accept when he says that there is nothing between him and Cyno. So he started to approach this in different way. Thankfully Cyno already was avoiding him when you are close. So he can now start to be even bolder with his affections towards you. If you still refuse to believe that he is attracted to you, then you may expect to hear a confession soon.

Zhongli asked you if you can repeat yourself. Oh? Him and Childe together? In romantic relationship? Zhongli was thinking where this came from…Is it because he often uses Childe's mora to buy things?But that was only that… and that Childe often bothers him so they could spar. Ah. Maybe this was the reason, maybe you think that 'sparings' are something different. Humans are truly interesting. He will ask you why you think so, patiently listening to your explanation. He is amused by this.

Childe laughed, but after seeing you are not laughing he stopped and said "Wait...are you serious?" He will say that there is nothing between them, even says that he prefers girls (to hint that he likes you) but you responded with "It's okay! You don't have to hide it! I accept you and I'm sure your family will accept this as well!" You're cute…. but why don't you want to believe him?! Should he shower you with more gifts? It would be better to invite you for a date but with Aether being around it's not that easy….

Kaeya was amused, but he didn't expect that you will think that Venti is his boyfriend. One part of him wanted to joke about it but other part was worried that you will take it too seriously and he will lose his chances with you. The cavalry captain doesn't worry about it too much. He will simply tell you that you're wrong and he will continue showering you with affections.

Venti was a bit hurt by this. Were his love songs and poems dedicated to you not enough? Or maybe this is your way to tell him that you're not interested in him? He can't really understand this… he never was affectionate to anyone else like he is towards you. But after learning he is not the only one that you think is into guys, he felt relieved. At least you didn't think that he and that block head are into each other.

Neuvillette was confused by this. There are already many things that he can't understand about humans. But he was sure that you will realize that he is trying to court you… not the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide… After that for some days it was raining in Fontaine. He decided to tell Furina about it, hoping for some advice in this situation. But she only started to laugh. After she calmed down she promised to help him to clear this misunderstanding.

Wriothesley already knew how oblivious you are but he never expected that you might be this oblivious. He will say that there is nothing like this between him and the Iudex and if you still insist about that then well…if there will be a chance for you two to be alone you can expect him to kabedon you, making you look into his eyes and he won't let you go till you stop thinking that he is interested in anyone that is not you.

[galamalion]

┈ ✧.* romance in the red line

┈ ✧.* summary﹕You and Nami attend Vivi's well-planned sleepover, and meet a new face the next day.

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┈ ✧.* chapter v﹕three's a crowd

“Wow, Vivi…” You took a deep breath in, marveling at the architectural wonder before you. “This is…”

“Totally awesome?” Nami chimed in, looking around the room.

“I was gonna say that it rivals the work of Michaelangelo, but that works too…” you replied.

Vivi crouched down and crawled into the blanket-pillow fort, poking her head out and looking up at the two of you.

“Feel free to come in! There are many snacks for us to share and movies to watch!” Vivi said cheerily, tucking herself back into the fort.

Both of you crawled after her, choosing your spots within and diving straight into the generously provided snacks.

Nami shoved a handful of pretzels in her mouth, “You’ve really outdone yourself, Vivi.”

“For sure,” you added. “Having a sleepover wasn’t on my college to-do list, but it definitely should have been.”

“And without the boys!” Nami cheered, kicking her legs excitedly. “No Luffy here to eat all the food!”

Vivi smiled at you both, “I’m glad you are enjoying the sleepover! I don’t have any siblings, so I have perfected the art of fort-making from a young age…”

“Well, that’s what friends are for!” You took a couple pretzels from the bowl. “Now we can do all sorts of things you couldn’t do back then.”

“And we can drink!” Nami interrupted, stealing a pretzel from you.

You rolled your eyes, moving over to the laptop to pick a movie, “I’ll leave the drinking to you, Nami.”

“Really?” she snickered. “You seemed pretty open to it when we were at the Baratie. If I can remember correctly, Sanji had to carry you back to the dorm…”

“How the hell would you know that?” you gaped, crossing your arms defensively. “You drank more than I did!”

Nami laughed, crossing her arms proudly, “I can hold my liquor pretty well, for your information! I’ve outdrank at least 30 grown men before!”

“What an accomplishment, Nami!” Vivi clapped.

You grimaced at Vivi’s cheeriness, “Don’t congratulate her for that, Vi…”

“Any more interesting bits of information from you, ____? A story we’ve yet to hear, maybe a long lost love? Or perhaps you and Sanji…”

“Nope, not a thing,” you quickly countered.

“Oh, you’re no fun!” Nami pouted.

You were quick to bring this party back on track, and away from your own personal life, moving to the laptop to search for movies.

“Alright, what are we thinking, gang? Romance? Comedy? Horror?”

Nami made a gagging noise, “Ew, no horror, please. I’m here for a good night, not a nightmare-filled one.”

“I do love romance!” Vivi said excitedly, looking over your shoulder with Nami at the selection of movies.

“Also, I want something classic!” Nami reached for the laptop, scrolling endlessly for movies. “And no superhero stuff, or future-y stuff.”

“Ok, well, we’ve got Clueless, Mean Girls, 10 Things I Hate About You…”

“10 Things I Hate About You!” Nami shrieked, reaching over and clicking on the movie before you could stop her.

Vivi gave Nami a confused look, “I’ve never seen it before, is it good?”

Nami scoffed, “Only the best romance movie of all time! Trust me, Vi, you’re in for a treat.”

“Agreed,” you added, “it’s at least in the top ten best movies of all time.”

“Make that top five,” Nami corrected, leaning back into the pillows.

“I’m glad to be experiencing it, then!” Vivi cheered, joining Nami in her cushioned throne.

You cracked your knuckles, “Alright, ladies! Movie’s starting now, I expect all phones to be silenced and all mouths to be zipped! Now, please enjoy the show.”

“Ok, mom,” Nami quipped, throwing her arms behind her head.

“You wish I was your mom.”

“Nuh uh, my mom’s already the greatest mom, like, ever!" Nami hissed, sticking her tongue out at you.

“Yeah, I already know, we had a fantastic time last night.” You grinned, copying Nami’s pose.

You earned a pillow to the face for that joke.

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“I knew it! They belonged together from the start!” Vivi sobbed as the credits rolled, throwing her face into a nearby pillow and staining it with her tears.

“It’s a romantic comedy, Vi,” you said, pinching your nose, “you’re not supposed to be crying.”

Vivi’s lip wobbled, “I can’t help it…”

“Shh…there, there, Vi,” Nami cooed, rubbing the poor girl’s shoulders. “Be nice, ____! It was her first time seeing the movie of a lifetime.”

“It was a romantic comedy, ” you groaned, laying down in the mass of pillows.

Nami hummed, giving Vivi her blanket before collapsing down beside you.

“Tell you what, girls,” Nami yawned, pulling her sleeping mask over her head. “We absolutely need to go shopping soon. I know we all need a break after this heart-wrenching cinematic experience.”

“It was a fucking romantic comedy!”

“Well, so was the Fault in our Stars, and I cried at that!”

“You’re supposed to!” you yelled, hitting Nami with a pillow, “it’s not a comedy!”

“Comedy, shmomedy,” Nami shrugged, “you in for a shopping trip, Vi?”

Vivi smiled, her blanket pulled up to her chin, “Yes, it sounds very fun! I would love to go out with the two of you again!”

“Well, I suppose that depends on our little roomie,” Nami smiled devilishly, turning towards you. “You in, ____?”

You grimaced as the two girls looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you didn’t want to give. Nami’s eyes were dark and knowing, while Vivi’s were light and full of happiness, unaware that Nami would probably coerce her into paying. You were more than capable of saying no to Nami, but Vi? A world with a sad Vivi was a world you couldn’t bear to live in.

“...How about Friday evening, after classes?” you muttered.

“Perfect!” Nami cheered, sliding the sleeping mask down to cover her eyes. “I’ll see you girls then. Just text me when you two are out of class and we can head out!”

“A terrific plan!” Vivi said, snuggling into her pillow. “I will see you both in the morning, good night!”

“Yeah, night, Vi,” you murmured to yourself, fearing for the safety of your wallet.

And so you joined their roommates in their quests for sleep, shutting your eyes and curling up in the mound of blankets and pillows surrounding you, giving you a very cushioned send off to the world of dreams.

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“...up, ____,” a voice mumbled above you, though you were hardly able to make out their words on account of the pillows smothering your ears.

Instead of responding, you just rolled to your side and pulled the fluffy comforter over your body, deciding that whatever the person was trying to tell you wasn’t worth it. You could decipher it in a minute, or five. Hell, why not just make it ten?

“Wake up!” the voice, now shouting, called out.

The dull pain in your ears was nothing compared to the unexpected pain in your face as a pillow hurled at top speed smacked you in the head.

“Hey!” you shrieked, clutching your cheek and looking around frantically. Nami stood above you, fully dressed with a hand on her hip, brows furrowed. 

“Are you kidding me? How many times are we gonna have to wake you up?” she huffed, throwing a pile of clothes at you. “You’re lucky I set my alarm for earlier, you still have time to get ready.”

“My savior,” you groaned, examining the clothes laid before you. “Thanks for the clothes, though.”

Nami certainly had style, and it wasn’t hard to see with her daily outfits. What she picked for you chic, but comfortable enough to walk to your classes in, and wasn’t that the college dream?

“Oh it’s nothing, just something I threw together for you,” she giggled. “Vi’s in the shower right now, so once she’s done and dressed we can head out, ‘kay?”

“Got it, girl boss.” You rose from the jumbled mess of pillows and blankets and stepped carefully over to the closed bathroom door, gingerly knocking.

“Vi, it’s me! Mind if I come in for a sec?” you called out.

A muffled ‘yes’ came from the other side, so you creaked the door open and stepped inside with your bundle of clothes, doing your best to get dressed as quickly as possible.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Vivi,” you apologized, slinging the top over your shoulders.

“Ah, it’s no problem, really!” she said from behind the glass walls of the shower. “I hope you had a good night’s rest after our sleepover.”

You scoffed, “Oh, believe me, the rest was wonderful. It was the wake up call that sucked.”

Vivi laughed heartily, the sound echoing in the cramped bathroom, “This is the second time Nami has woken you up, yes? I am glad I missed this time, the first was quite…brutal.”

“Be lucky you’re not on her bad side, Vi,” you snorted, pulling your phone out.

Aside from notifications from games and emails, you did have a couple unread texts from Sanji this morning.

| Mr. Prince: Good morning Sleeping Beauty!!!!! | Mr. Prince: &lt;333333333 Read 8:12 AM | You: lol i swear you say the same thing every morning | You: do all the women in your life get the princess treatment? | Mr. Prince: Just you! | Mr. Prince: I swear princess <33333 | You: swear your loyalty to me and i’ll believe you | Mr. Prince: ;3; | Mr. Prince: If it means earning your love… | Mr. Prince: I’ll do it!!!! | You: lol i’m just kidding | You: pls don’t do anything rash | Mr. Prince: ;3; | You: go forth and take care of every princess!! | You: that is my command | Mr. Prince: You are too kind!! | Mr. Prince: I wilokgopp;;;;;

You raised an eyebrow as Sanji’s final text, clearly too disordered to be anything except for a violet keyboard smash.

| You: did you die prince charming? | You: it’s only like 8 in the morning lol | Mr. Prince: its zoro | Mr. Prince: sanji needs to get ready so im taking his phone away | Mr. Prince: see u guys at 9 | Mr. Prince: Attachment (1) Image

The picture featured was a selfie of Zoro and a very angry Sanji, the latter attempting to wrestle the phone out of the former’s hands. You could also make out a very blurry Luffy crawling over a horrified Usopp in the background, clearly trying to be a part of the picture.

“I’ll give you some space, Vi,” you said, exiting the bathroom and making your way over to Nami amongst the mess of comforters.

“I got a text from Sanji—well, from Zoro, technically. They’re planning on heading down at nine, if that’s cool,” you said, sitting beside her.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Nami responded, scrolling through her phone. “We’ll probably have a few minutes to kill, depending on how fast Vivi can get ready.”

Vivi’s voice rang out from the bathroom, “I will be out shortly, do not worry!”

“Take your time, Vi!” you shouted back before turning to Nami. “Judging by Zoro’s texts, Sanji might be a while.”

“That tracks,” Nami sighed, a smile slowly forming on her face. “Knowing him, he’s probably ironing his suit right now.”

“Or curling his eyebrows.”

“Or waxing his shoes.”

Vivi’s head poked out of the bathroom, clearly trying to hold back her laughter.

“Perhaps,” she giggled, “he is powdering his nose!”

The room was silent for a second before the three of you burst into laughter, doubling over at your stupid jokes. You could afford wasting a couple of minutes to laugh, unknowing that the boys were, indeed, waiting for Sanji to finish ironing his suit.

“Pancakes aren’t that bad, Vi,” Nami said, drizzling her stack of pancakes in tangerine syrup. “You just gotta add what you like on top!”

“Yeah, Vivi!” Luffy said, voice muffled as he stuffed his face with his seventh pancake. “You’ve got syrup, sugar, butter, ice cream, gravy, meat—”

“You can’t put meat on pancakes, Luffy,” you pointed out, sliding your plate further away from Luffy’s potential grasp.

“Sure you can!” Sanji said, carefully decorating his own stack. “There’s plenty of traditional recipes that utilize meat and ‘pancake’, though I’m not sure you could call every example a pancake…”

“I’m saying you can’t put meat on pancakes like how Luffy does it.” You gestured to Luffy’s plate, which consisted of pancakes with huge pieces of steak and chicken on top. 

“They’re not even serving steak right now!” Usopp hissed, looking at Luffy’s food with a mixture of awe and terror. “This is crazy! He’s crazy!”

“Pancakes don’t have any special nutritional benefits, but they are yummy,” Chopper remarked, taking a bite of his cotton candy-covered pancakes.

“I will stick to rice, but I thank you for your unique perspectives,” Vivi said, giving a polite smile to everyone.

“Here here,” Zoro agreed, taking a sip from his bottle.

“Stop drinking during breakfast, you have classes afterwards,” you whispered, nudging his shoulder.

“I’ll quit when I’m dead,” he responded unflinchingly, taking another swig.

You sighed, continuing to eat your meal amidst your chattering table of friends. Every conversation seemed to switch, both in topic and participants, every five minutes. You were able to catch details about the introduction of new majors—as if Grand Line didn’t have enough—as well as the topic of Luffy’s potential major.

“Come on, Luffy,” Usopp said, pointing his fork in Luffy’s direction, “you’re gonna have to choose a major soon. Why not try engineering?”

“I don’t wanna do math!” he pouted.

“You could do exercise science like Zoro,” Nami added. “Isn’t Ace doing something similar?”

Zoro hummed in agreement, “I think you’d like it, Luf. You’ve gotta learn a little bit, but you might like it.”

“But I don’t wanna copy Ace!” Luffy cried, shoveling more food into his mouth.

“If you’re interested in it, then you’re not copying,” you reassured. 

“But I’m not interested.”

The table sighed in unison, knowing that any hope of finding Luffy a major would be short-lived on account of his short attention span.

“Well, you can always talk to your advisor,” Sanji concluded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Or your brothers. They’re juniors, aren’t they? Should have plenty of experience.”

“Oh, yeah!” Luffy exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. “I bet Sabo would know what to do! He’s way smarter than Ace!”

“I wouldn’t say that out loud, Luf,” a blond man sitting behind Luffy said, turning to face your group. “You know how Ace gets when you compare us.”

Luffy’s momentary confused expression turned to one of glee as he tackled the man, grabbing onto him like a koala.

“Sabo!” he shrieked, earning the attention of nearly half the cafeteria.

“I think I remember something like this happening with the other brother,” Usopp grimaced, looking all around as if something would hit him at any moment.“Has he been there the whole time?” you whispered to Nami.

“I’ve only started sitting here since last week,” Sabo replied, giving you a knowing smile. “I heard Ace had a rather ostentatious entrance, so I thought I’d surprise Luffy in a little quieter way.”

“...I’m not sure you can call this quiet,” Nami said, watching Luffy squeeze Sabo rather violently.

“Does this mean Luffy’s off our hands?” Sanji asked, peeking over at the reunion.

Sabo seemed to think for a minute, looking between Luffy and your group, before saying, “I doubt he’ll let go in time for his classes, so I can take him for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me!” Nami cheered, standing up from the table. “We should all head to class anyway.”

“Have fun on your field trip, Luffy!” Vivi smiled, waving at Luffy before dashing out of the cafeteria with Nami.

You grabbed your plate and turned to Chopper, “Do you have class right now, Chopper? I’m heading over to the science building to talk to a professor before my biology lab, so we might be heading the same way.”

“I have my chemistry lab there in a bit!” Chopper said.

“Perfect, we can head over now.” You smiled, before thinking for a second. “Are you in organic chemistry, Chopper? Or are you in some higher class?”

“No, I’m still in general chemistry,” Chopper nodded excitedly, but then looked down at his feet. “I think I’m in your class…” 

“Oh, shit,” you blurted, feeling guilty. “Where do you sit? I don’t think I’ve seen you in class before…”

“In the front.”

“...Really?”

Chopper blushed, looking embarrassed, “I can’t see when I sit in the back…”

“Well, I can sit up there with you tomorrow!” you offered. “If that’s not a problem, that is. It might be nice to have someone to talk to.”

“I’d like that!” Chopper smiled, picking up his bag. “But we should head over now, before all the spots get taken.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, calling back to the table,  “See you guys later! Don’t let Luffy cause too much trouble, please!”

Sabo waved back, laughing, “I’ll do my best, but he can be unpredictable…”

“Hey!” Luffy shouted, “I’m 100% predictable!”

“That’s not—”

Before the conversation could grow into an uncontrollable argument, you escaped with Chopper in tow. Luffy may be unpredictable in seemingly every other aspect of life, but you could certainly predict how that was going to go. There would be no winners in that cafeteria, only poor, emotionally-scarred college students.

It’s truly amazing what you can learn from someone despite knowing them for less than a month.

“I fucking hate chemistry, Chopper,” you deadpanned, feeling wrinkles etch on your face as you looked over the lab you’d gotten on Tuesday.

You’d been sitting at one of the few tables in the building, trying to get a start on your lab before Chopper finished completing the in-class portion of his, but you’d been struggling with question two for roughly the entirety of Chopper’s lab, leaving you feeling hopeless, even with the aid you’d received from the professor.

Chopper looked shocked, joining you at the table, “It’s not that bad! I promise it’ll get better, ____! If you want, I can help you study?”

“Truly, Chopper,” you sighed, “I think I’m a lost cause. But I’ll still take you up your offer.”

You dug your phone out of your pocket and opened your contacts, swapping info with Chopper. Another friend to add to the collection, and this one had inherent value to your major!

“Thanks, Chop.” You smiled, tucking your phone away. “I should probably head to my psych class now, so good luck with your lab.”

“Thank you, ____!” Chopper beamed, waving you goodbye.

Luckily, your psych class was in the next building over, so you didn’t have to worry about being late. In fact, the only thing you had to worry about was your chemistry lab. Psychology wasn’t too hard for you, especially back at South Blue High. It was basically just memorization—albeit a lot of memorization—that you didn’t really struggle with. Differentiating ideas could be a tad difficult, but nothing you couldn’t manage. Way better than chemistry, at least.

Your class wasn’t all too great, however. It was full of people who didn’t really want to talk to others, leading to incredibly bland discussion times. Their lack of enthusiasm killed your vibe, so despite the subject being a total snoozefest, you weren’t really looking forward—

“Hey, ____!” Luffy yelled, waving at you from a lone table near the back. 

Sitting beside your rambunctious friend was his brother, Sabo, who also gave you a polite wave.

“...Is this part of the field trip?” you asked Sabo.

“Well, I’m TA-ing for this class, so I thought it might help Luffy to learn about other subjects!” Sabo said, grinning.

“Wait, you’re the TA for this class?” You raised an eyebrow, setting your bag down at a nearby desk. “I didn’t see you on Wednesday, and you weren’t introduced either.”

Sabo leaned back in his chair, “It was a spur of the moment thing. I’m a sociology major, but I thought I might dabble in psychology. It’s fascinating, the mind, and what you can do with it…”

“You sound like a supervillain.”

“Me? A supervillain?” Sabo gasped, putting a hand over his heart. “I’ll have you know, I am the kindest, gentlest, utmost altruistic gentleman this world has ever seen! Isn’t that right, Luffy?”

Luffy blinked, not a single thought going on behind his eyes, “Sabo is totally awesome! One time Ace dared him to eat a caterpillar, and he did it!”

“...Gentleman, huh?” you snickered.

Sabo shrugged, his grin tugging at one end of his mouth, “What can I say, I was a strange child. But not as strange as Luffy…”

“Hey!” Luffy yelled, shaking Sabo violently as the latter laughed.

“Well, if you have any questions, just ask,” Sabo said, easily pushing Luffy off. “Though, you seem like a smart cookie, so I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Or you could ask me!” Luffy shrieked, trying to push back against Sabo.

You laughed, finally taking your seat as class began. With Sabo and Luffy providing you company, the class wasn’t so bad. Sabo was nice to talk to during discussion times, as well as when you were filling out your notes—though it was slightly grating to hear your notes being critiqued. Luffy, despite being reprimanded by the professor multiple times, kept the mood of the entire class up. Luckily Sabo was good at smooth talking, or else Luffy would have probably been expelled. You can only break the same desk so many times before being a lost cause.

As soon as the clock struck 3:20, everyone filed out of the room. You left with Sabo and Luffy, making your way over to the cafeteria for dinner, though Sabo planned on showing Luffy one more class before officially ending their ‘field trip.’

“Has any class struck a chord with you, Luffy?” you asked, glancing over to your friend.

Luffy seemed to think for a moment before speaking, “Nope.”

“Seriously, Luf?” Sabo groaned, pulling on his hair. “Not even sociology? Come one, it’s awesome!”

“I hate sitting in a classroom all day!” Luffy pouted, dragging his feet as he walked. “I wanna do something cool, like being a firefighter!”

“Well, you can bring that up to your advisor,” you offered. “I’m sure there’s a degree that—”

“Fire Fist!”

You felt a tug on your waist as Sabo pulled you ever-so-slightly closer to him and away from Luffy, and within an instant you understood why. Hurling towards Luffy at top speeds was Ace, who tackled Luffy and sailed into the nearby grass patch.

“That’s 572 to 0, Luffy!” Ace cackled, slapping his brother harshly on the back.

Luffy heaved for a couple of seconds, clearly trying to catch his breath after being so blatantly assaulted by his older brother.

“I’ll get you next time,” Luffy scowled, jumping to his feet. “I’ve been working on my punches too!”

“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” Ace snorted.

“Now, now, guys,” Sabo said, releasing you. “You almost hurt this poor young lady! What would Dadan say if she saw you now?”

“Don’t leave the house until you’ve done your chores?” Luffy responded, picking his nose.

Ace punched Luffy again, causing the latter to fall over onto the grass. He stepped up back onto the sidewalk, approaching you with an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout that, ____,” Ace chuckled, scratching his head. “But brothers will be brothers, ya know? Can’t go a day without tackling one of them.”

“I seem to manage just fine,” Sabo coughed.

“...In other news,” Ace said, “I thought I might invite Luffy and his gang of pals—that’s you—to a lovely restaurant in order to celebrate the upcoming hockey season!”

“Is it really hockey season? School literally just started,” you deadpanned.

Ace barked out a laugh, “Every season is hockey season, baby! Now, I have other plans currently that I’m 10 minutes late for—”

“You’re what ?” Sabo’s eyes widened as he turned to Ace.

“—and I need to be there soon, so I’ll take your stunned silence as a ‘yes’ to coming, and I’ll see you Saturday night at eight!”

Before you could even respond to Ace’s outlandish statements, he sprinted away as quickly as he came, dashing through—not around—groups of people, knocking over countless bystanders as he ran away.

“Your brother is a work of art, Sabo,” you finally said, feeling breathless watching Ace’s escape.

Sabo only snorted, looking down amusedly as his little brother rolled angrily through the grass.

“Which one?”

“...Fair point.”

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All the Good Girls Go To Hell 18

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, power imbalance, injury, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You come home for the summer but your break is not as relaxing as you expect.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Note: this week has been a week!

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You steer along to Naomi's directions, hesitant as she has you turn towards the mall. You're pretty sure this isn't the right way but you have no idea. You just assumed they all lived in the same suburbs.

"Um, Nay?" You roll slowly between the rows of cars, "is this a shortcut or something?"

"Pfft, nope! We're going shopping. We need something cute to wear to the party."

"Shopping?" You frown, "I don't... have money."

"I do," she wiggles her phone, "the miracle of technology. I still have all the cards on my cell."

"Oh, do you think that's a good idea?"

"Look, we can't show up looking like this," she whines, "besides, it'll be fun. Girls' day!"

"Mmm, well, I'm fine in what I'm wearing," you shrug as you look for a spot.

Her phone lights up and she quickly reads the screen, blacking it out and rolling her eyes. She flips down the visor and checks herself in the mirror as you strain to see around her. You turn into an empty spot and roll up the windows.

"You have to get something extra cute. It's not about the boys, alright? It's about us."

"Sure," you say, letting your seat belt repel as you stare across the lot.

You still can't believe it. You're effectively homeless and Naomi doesn't seem to care. Well, she's used to the uncertainty by now, you can understand now how it made her so erratic.

You exhale. What else can you do? Wallow in reality. The distraction might do you well. No wonder she's always up to something. Anything. It's not pointless when the important things are so scary.

"Come on," she nudges you, "I wanna dress you up!"

You peek at her and give in with a nod. You grab your purse and fix your glasses. Anything to waste time, not that you're looking forward to anything.

She leads the way down the aisle of cars, almost skipping. You can't decide if she's compartmentalizing well or hopelessly optimistic. You drag your soles up the tarmac as she rushes ahead to the mall doors.

Inside, the crowd makes you want to turn around. Something about seeing the families clustered together and the teenagers hanging off each other makes you feel even more out of place. They all have somewhere to go after this. Ugh, how quickly it all dimmed to gray.

"Alright," Naomi hooks her arm through yours, "let's find the shortest dresses in this damn place."

"Nay," you huff.

"You're gonna rock it. Trust," she giggles, "you always look so sexy." She leans into you, "and tonight, we're gonna get lit."

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Hours spent traversing the mall and your feet thrum. The day is far from over. As you drive down the cul de sac you dread the finish to the long day. A party. You're not a party person and the last one you went to…

Yikes.

Naomi has her seat belt off before you even stop. You shift into park as she reaches over to hit the horn, honking up at the large house. She trills and gets out, grabbing the bags out of the back as she watches the door expectantly. 

You climb out on your side, lingering nervously as she heads towards the winding little walkway to the steps. The door opens as she gets to the bottom. Harry greets her with a smirk and a wink, opening his arms.

"Kitty cat," he purrs, "funny seeing you here."

"Whatever, Harry," she chirps, "don't act like you weren't waiting for me."

"Mm," his eyes flit towards you, "didn't tell me you were bringing a friend."

"Two for the price of one," she lets him kiss her lips, "you know how… he is. Fucking nightmare. We need to let loose."

"Bring any goodies?" He looks at the bags in her hand curiously.

"No drinks," she pouts, "sorry, baby."

You slowly make your way up the walkway and hide behind her. You feel like an intruder. You wouldn't have let her bring you if you knew you weren't invited.

"It's fine," Harry says as he backs up, "Peter'll be here. Him and Gwen are on the outs again."

“Boo. So… can we come in or what? We gotta get all thotty for the party.”

He scoffs and waves her inside. You trail a few paces back and give a sheepish smile. He hardly seems concerned with you as he watches Naomi’s ass. Right, you’re not expecting much tonight. Really, you don’t know what to expect.

“Come on, sweetie,” Naomi looks over her shoulder as she struts on, “let’s get you dolled up.”

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The lilac sheath overlaid in indigo and silver sequins is much to scant to your liking. When you tried it on in the store, you swore you'd put it back. Naomi insisted and put it in the basket before you could argue.

The dress is even skimpier than you remember, or maybe it’s Naomi’s insistence that you skip the bra. She didn’t like how the straps peeked out under the narrow purple ones. You’ll be spending most of this occasion with your arms crossed.

You hear voices as you follow her down the hall. You feel ridiculous. She spent too much time prettying you up and it doesn’t feel like long enough. The one thing she couldn’t convince you of is to leave your glasses behind. The last thing you need is to be stumbling into strangers.

“Harry,” she squeals as she takes you through the open sliding door into the backyard. There’s a folding table lined with colourful shot glasses and a cooler underneath. There are several guests already milling about and gabbing noisily. “There you are.”

She saunters forward and you stay stuck to the ground as you watch her sling her arms around Harry. He lets her and puts his hand on her lower back. They kiss, long and sloppy. You knew it wouldn’t be pretty with Naomi sipping vodka while she got dressed.

“Hey, didn’t know you were coming,” a voice shakes you from your worry.

You look over as Peter steps up. A reddish curl hangs down his forehead as he grins at you. He wears a striped short-sleeve button up and teal shorts. His muscled chest peeks out the top as he holds a red solo cup.

“How about a drink?” He offers.

“I don’t know–”

“Sort of the whole deal here, to have some fun,” he says, “she sure will be.”

He glances across the yard as Naomi hangs off of Harry, his hand now firmly on her ass. Oh, yeah, you don’t know why you’re disappointed. You cross your arms and turn back to Peter. You catch his eyes flick up from your chest. Great.

“Uh, sure, why not, I’ll have a soda.”

“Soda and…” he tilts his head coyly.

Your furrow your brows, “come on, specs, live a little,” he grabs your hand and you teeter as he tugs on you. You give in if only to keep from tripping over your own toes. He takes you to the long table and grabs two of the shot glasses, presenting the neon jello shots with a devilish grin.

“Let’s start with the appetizer.”

You accept the orange one. You examine it. You’ve never had one before. It jiggles as you move the glass.

“Go on,” he clacks his glass against yours and raises it, swiftly dumping it in his mouth.

You sigh and do the same. One shot won’t hurt. It’s sweet enough and mostly cool. You can taste the alcohol for sure but it’s not awful. You put down the empty cup and gulp down the melting gelatin.

“Mmm,” you hum through your full mouth.

“Alright, so what’s next? You want a cooler? You a beer girl?” He bends and flips open the cooler.

“Really, that’s good for me–”

“Raspberry lemon twist,” he pulls out a bright pink can, “that seems like a you drink.”

He holds it out. You stare at it. He still has his red cup in his other hand. You reluctantly take the can. He looks at you until you crack the tab open.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

He winks and takes a drink from his cup, “better catch up,” he pulls the brim back, “oh, and before I get obnoxious, I should tell you how good you look.”

“Uh, thank you,” you take a tentative sip. It’s not bad, stringent but palatable.

“You seem… grim,” his smile falls, “what’s up?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

“Look, I’m not looking for a therapy session but there’s obviously something going on–”

“Really, it’s nothing,” you crane and look for Naomi as you hear her giggle.

“Ah, yeah, trouble follows her around,” he says, “she can take care of herself. It’s a party. You need to let loose. You’re wound so tight, I’m sure you could use it.”

You turn back to him, “not to be rude but what do you care?”

“Well, I’m going through a break up. Again,” he looks into his cup and swishes around the contents, “and I need to get a little bit loose myself. So, you and me, we’re sticking together. Think you’re the only one here who doesn’t know Gwen so, yeah.”

“Ah, got it,” you say dryly.

“No, get it,” he insists as he pokes the bottom of your can, “let’s go, sunshine. Get messy.”

You let your eyes fall back to the top of the can. What is the point in staying sober in a sea of drunk idiots? You’re done being the wallflower and you’re done tiptoeing around. It’s one night and you’re not going to spend it thinking about Steve or your mom.

You lift the can and gulp from the top, stopping before you can choke. You cover your mouth and swallow painfully, holding back a bubbly belch. Peter chuckles and empties his cup.

“There we go,” he encourages you, “I knew you had it in you.”

☀️

The world is slanted. You feel light and heavy at the same time. Your vision is hazy at the corners and each step is uneven. You have your arms slightly out as you make your way across the room.

You fall onto the sofa next to Naomi as Harry talks loudly beside her. As usual, she’s in the middle of the crowd, enjoying the limelight. She looks over as you jostle her and she slumps towards you.

“Heyyyyyyy, you’re here,” she says as if she forgot.

“Mmm,” you withhold a hiccup, “yeah…”

She smiles and reaches up to pet your cheek, “are you drunk?”

“Little,” you admit as she caresses your face.

“She’s blitzed,” Peter perches on the armrest on your other side, “told her not to keep pace with me.”

“Whatever,” you blather, your tongue clumsy as his chirping piques your irritation. “You’re the one… giving me drinks.”

“Aw, babe, you’re silly,” Naomi preens as her hand tickles down your neck, “Pete, Pete,” she hisses as she waves in his direction, leaning over you, “doesn’t she look fucking hot?”

You grab the hem of your dress, remembering how short it is. She flutters her fingers down the strap and gropes your chest. You swat her away and squeal.

“You should see what’s underneath,” Naomi slurs.

“Nay,” you catch her hand as she tries to grab you again.

“What? Why are you being like this?” She snips, “she sleeps in my bed and now she’s acting like a little prude.”

“Naomi,” you exclaim.

“I made her cum, you know? She was whining and whimpering–”

“Naomi, stop,” you beg as her other hand crawls back up along your cheek, “shut up.”

“Why, baby? I’m being nice,” she looks at you with her glassy eyes. She’s so drunk her head wobbles. “You like it when I’m nice, don’t you?”

She leans in as you hear Peter snicker. Before you can stop her, her lips are on yours. You wriggle helplessly and push on her shoulder. She slips her hand behind your head, keeping you pinned between her and the couch as her other hand creeps along your thigh. You hear others oohing and awing at her scene.

You whine and shove her as hard as you can. She recoils with a gasp as she wipes the slobber from her lips. You can’t believe what she just did. You know she’s drunk, and you are too, but you don’t understand why she’d do that. 

“Ah, come on, that was fucking hot,” Peter growls.

“Yeah, that was sexy,” Harry agrees, “go on, girls, let’s get the full show–”

You grunt as you shove yourself up to your feet. It’s difficult to get them under you as your head swims dizzily. You feel Naomi try to latch on but you swipe her away. Peter pinches your ass and you yipe as you stumble and hurry away. What’s going on?

You stagger across the room without looking back. Are they following you? Where’s your phone? You have to call your mom. You’re scared.

You find your cell outside and find your mother’s number. You stop from pressing down on the screen. You can’t call her, she hates you.

You clasp your cell tight and wade through the shadows around the house. You sidle through the tight space between the fence and the siding and come out to the front lawn. Your car is blocked in by a bunch of others. It doesn’t even matter, you can’t see straight, let alone drive.

Your phone flashes suddenly and you answer without checking the screen. 

“Hello?” You garble as you walk aimlessly along the driveway.

“Hey, sweetie, you okay?”

“Dad?” You utter as the deep voice surprises you.

“No, honey, it’s me. Bucky. I’ve been calling you–”

“Bucky…” you mope, “no. I want… I want my mom. I want my dad, please.”

“Doll, where are you?”

“I don’t want to talk to you. I know what you did,” you close your eyes and push your lip out.

“Sweetheart, where’s Naomi?”

“Naomi?” You repeat, “she– please help me.”

Your legs fold and you sit in the gravel. You can’t move. You don’t want to. Moving means you need to think and you’re all out of thoughts. You don’t know where to go or what to do. You’re trapped here in this suburban hellscape. Drunk and dumb and desperate.

“Are you with Naomi?” He asks as you hear a jingle on his end.

“She’s here,” you admit as you hang your head.

“Alright, sweetie, stay on the phone,” he says calmly. The even keel of his timbre comforts you, despite everything, despite his lies, his certainty eases the swell of nerves, “how are you feeling? Why don’t you look around and tell me something. Find something red for me.”

“Red?” You sniffle.

“Yeah, like I Spy,” he says, “find something red. Make me guess.”

“Um, uh,” you stutter and look around, “alright…” you hear rustling, a soft click, and footsteps. He’s moving but you don’t know what he’s doing, “I see… something red,” you focus on the lawn gnome’s cap, the round-bellied figurine standing in the garden.

“Alright, is it something… big?” He asks.

You squint and focus on his question. Hm, it’s not very big but compared to the flowers, it is. Ugh, you don’t know. You’re too drunk.

“Doll,” Bucky urges, “stay with me. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

[argyre169]

Ray's Birthday !

To mark Ray's birthday, I'm excited to share a batch of drawings and little situation I've created just for the occasion ! I hope you'll enjoy them. As I get back into digital drawing, I'm still working on perfecting proportions, but I'm giving it my best shot. Keep an eye out for the big reveal

TW : their is SFW and NSFW drawing, both post will be cut out in two, the SFW which will be posted here and the NSFW one who will not be published on Tumblr for community rules purposes but if you are willing to see it i will gladly take recommandations of where i can post it . Be aware that Binary Star VN is an adult onely game. I am responsible for what I create but not for what you watch so if you'r not ready to see such things please skip this post

Thanks again for this beautiful game @concreteparasite

and Thanks to @shoyastars for their implication in the BSH community, you actually motivated me to do thoses post ;)

Thanks again for all of your likes on the previous post your support means a lot!

PS: The name of my OC is Roxanne. If you'd like more information or want to see more posts like this, don't hesitate to leave a comment ;)

Roxanne : age: 22 height : 1m75/5.8

Ray saving Roxanne from Double : ( SFW version so no potential Triggers you can see the other versions on the second post )

" As Ray held Roxanne in his arms, her delicate form nestled against his chest, a storm raged within him. The scent of her fear mingled with the metallic tang of blood as a reminder of the violence he had unleashed to rescue her from the clutches of Double. His jaw clenched with a suppressed rage as he surveyed the aftermath of his wrath. The lifeless bodies of Double's sidekicks strewn across the ground like discarded puppets. He knew he had acted out of necessity, but the weight of his actions pressed heavily upon him, a burden he bore in silence as always. Yet amidst the chaos and destruction, one thought consumed his mind : Roxanne's safety. She was his to protect, his to cherish, his to love. No one, not even a wretched fiend like Double, would dare lay a finger on her ever again. He could not allow anyone to threaten what was his, to encroach upon his territory. His grip tightened ever so slightly around Roxanne, a silent vow to shield her from harm at any cost. But beneath the facade of stoic resolve, a flicker of exhaustion danced in his eyes. The weight of his responsibilities bore down upon him, the never-ending battle against vilains and aliens taking its toll on his weary soul. Yet, in the midst of his fatigue, a spark of determination burned bright within him. For he was not just a mere man, but the most powerful superhero in the universe. He would stop at nothing to ensure Roxanne's safety, to protect her from the darkness that lurked in the shadows. With a silent nod to his inner demons, Ray gathered Roxanne into his arms and vanished into the night. For she was not just his love, but his everything. And he would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even if it meant sacrificing his own soul in the process."

She said yes ! In this timeline, she is now 25, and he proposed to her 2 days ago. She is overjoyed about it.

In the wake of Ray's proposal just two days prior, Roxanne found herself enveloped in a euphoric haze of happiness and excitement using every excuses to show her engagement ring . The weight of the ring on her finger served as a constant reminder of their shared future, a future filled with endless possibilities and boundless love. Every glance at the sparkling gold sent a flutter of joy through her heart, a tangible symbol of their commitment to each other. She couldn't help but steal glances at her hand throughout the day, marveling at the way the light danced off the delicate band. As she went about her daily routine, her thoughts invariably drifted back to Ray and the tender moment when he had asked her to be his forever. The memory filled her with warmth and affection a sense of belonging that she had never known before. With each passing moment, she found herself falling deeper in love with Ray, grateful for the unwavering support and devotion he had shown her even if the begining of their relation was tumultuous. She knew that their love was a rare and precious gift, one that she would cherish for eternity. And as she gazed into the future with him by her side, she couldn't help but feel a sense of profound gratitude for the man who had captured her heart so completely. For in his arms, she had found her home, her refuge, her everything. And she knew that together, they could conquer any obstacle that lay in their path, guided by the unbreakable bond of their love.

" loved, and being loved. Being loved, and loved. "

[f10werfae]

Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

Chris Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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[managician]

Ooh, I'm looking forward to all the prompts, love me some more Sontails fics! 😁 May I ask what parts of Sonic Frontiers left a bad taste in your mouth, exactly?

I hope you'll enjoy them when they're finished then :D

As for the Frontiers stuff, since it's mostly negativity, I'll put it under a read more just in case someone else stumbles upon this:

Gameplay wise, I had enough fun running around and trying to S rank the difficult cyberspace stages, like the ever memorable 1-2. I'm not very picky with gameplay, the Sonic storybook games that are known for notoriously messy controls are some of my favourites, so while it certainly isn't my favourite game in that aspect, I'm willing to give the formula a try in future installments. A more polished open world game could be really fun.

My main problem comes with the English story script. I just don't see the vision behind any of the character arcs our cast was given.

Amy wanting to 'share love with the world' is an extremely vague and flimsy goal—she has been doing that since the start, by showing her compassion and kindness to other characters and helping them (her arc with Gamma in SA1, Shadow in SA2, Silver and Elise in 06, helping Cream and Big look for Chocola and Froggy in Heroes, etc etc you get the point). So why does helping people suddenly sound like this grand, all-encompassing goal that would make her part ways with Sonic? While playing the game, frankly, I didn't even understand what was she talking about half the time.

Knuckles' resolution being that he needs to go out and see more of the world (or "live a little" as they put it) is also nonsensical to me, considering the past couple of games have... uh... already had him doing that when he was supposed to be guarding the Master Emerald. Again, I don't really understand what the growth was meant to be if they just reinforce what he was already doing.

And Tails staring at the camera and acknowledging his dubious characterisation of the 2010s with such a blatantly cheap line like "I'm wildly inconsistent!" is probably the worst offender. Not to mention the end conclusion being that he needs time away from Sonic to grow into his full potential—like he didn't, oh, I don't know, stop an entire tyrannical invasion in his homeland, all by himself, all the way back in Tails Adventure or something...

Note that I do say I have a problem with the /English/ script, because the Japanese one gives them arcs that fit much better for what their characters have been so far, imo.

As opposed to the vague, somewhat incoherent goals of the English version, Amy strives to be a better version of herself, Knuckles wishes to preserve the past and culture of his people, and Tails has renewed courage to do the things only he can do.

Those are in line with their personalities and actual directions I can see their characters going in, rather than Amy and Tails (who literally adore Sonic) deciding that nope, they need to be away from the guy that inspires them, and Knuckles being like "lmao the Master Emerald? What's that. YOLO".

Not to say the Japanese script is without flaws, because there's places where you can tell the dialogue doesn't fit the original intent (for better or worse) and Sonic's engrish is awkwardly absent, but aside from those glaring flaws, I found it much more personally satisfying than whatever Flynn was attempting.

I guess Frontiers ended up being a really sore spot for me because, for the reasonings stated above, I really don't want to see future games going with the plot lines given in the original script.

[vemaro]

Do you see your Tav and astarion having kids? Other than callum?

I received this ask ages ago, forgot about it (sorry!), saw it again, and then wrote this.

Does this answer your question; sort of, not really. Is this my roundabout way of answering your question; yep (again, sorry!)

Tav and Astarion one morning, some time in the future …

…

It was a wonderful, dreamless sleep. No nightmares, no unexpected visitors popping in for a chat, nothing but nothingness and Tav couldn’t be happier about it. On another note, her back hurts, her feet ache, and she isn’t pressed against a familiar body. After letting out a long winded yawn, she blindly reaches out, patting the mattress in search of her bedmate. When that endeavor proves fruitless, she pushes herself up onto her elbow, groaning lowly from the effort.

The sound of movement in the room alerts Tav someone’s in the room. “Oh! Well, good morning, darling.”

Ah, there he is. Her eyes flutter open. All prim and proper on a cushioned chair by the bedside sits Astarion. Tav pouts. “What are you doing out of bed already?” she asks.

The vampire snaps his book shut then crosses one leg daintily over the other. “Enjoying the view, of course.”

Tav pushes herself up a little further, switching from laying on her side to sitting up properly. She lets out a small huff when all of the extra weight shifts on her stomach and bladder. A run down to the washroom is imminent. Tav frowns down at the baby bump. Even she has to admit it’s more than a bump these days. Much more. “I’d say there isn’t much to look at, but there is indeed a lot to look at. And then some.”

“Indeed there is,” he agrees with a smirk.

Well, that was an unforeseen low blow. Or maybe she’s overreacting because of hormones. It’s hard to tell these days. Still, he didn’t have to agree.

Surprisingly, Astarion continues to talk. She braces herself. “A face sculpted by the gods. Hair softer than the clouds on a spring day.” He pauses here to lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The smirk melts into something softer, warmer, a loving smile meant only for her. “And who could not be entranced by those eyes of yours? I could stare into them for a century and never grow tired of their sheer depth and beauty.”

However flattered she is, Tav is wholly unprepared for the onslaught of compliments so soon after waking up. Her sleep-addled brain (and heart) can barely function right now. “Ast—Astarion,” she sputters.

He feigns ignorance. “Oh. Need I go on, my love?” Astarion doesn't wait for an answer. “Gladly. Your smile—”

She can’t take it anymore. Tav flops down into the pillows, hiding behind her hands. Though nothing will be able to cover up the massive blush reddening her cheeks. “Oh my gods, stop,” she yelps into her palms. “Stop please before I combust!”

Still pretending to be unaware, the vampire cocks his head, blinking owlishly. “Is something the matter, my sweet?”

“That wasn’t what I meant!”

“Really?” he gasps. Fed up with this act, Tav lowers her hands enough to reveal that she is glaring at him. Astarion scoffs, tossing his book over not the nightstand. “Obviously I knew what you meant, but I won’t tolerate you speaking of yourself in such a manner.”

She’s back to propping herself up on her elbows. “You mean speaking the truth?” she challenges.

“Darling, you are the most beautiful, stunning, and breathtakingly gorgeous person my unworthy eyes have ever feasted upon.” The tiny druid opens her mouth, but Astarion silences her by holding up a finger. “Ah ah, nope. I don’t want to hear it. Your body has changed, yes, that much is true, but that does not negate your unmatched beauty.”

“Unmatched, you say?” she deadpans in a tone flatter than a map of the Sword Coast.

“Yes! Truly unmatched, my love” he says emphatically, throwing his arms out. “You are positively glowing. I dare anyone to deny that.”

Tav rolls her eyes, making a show of crossing her arms and turning away from him. “I’m glowing because that is what orbs do,” she mutters just loud enough for her partner to hear.

A single beat of silence follows. Then …

“Absolutely not,” he bellows, standing up. When she doesn’t make any sort of move, Astarion leans forward, throws off the bed sheets and covers, and then scoops up his beloved, bridal style. “Take it back!”

Tav shrieks. “What the hells, Astarion!’ She throws her arms around his shoulders and neck to keep from falling. “Have you lost your mind? Put me down this instant!”

His blood red eyes stare directly into her wide and surprised pair. “I will not tolerate anyone, anyone, spewing such slanderous words against the woman I love, not even that woman herself!” He punctuates his claim by none too gently adjusting his hold due to her protests and wiggling.

Tav yelps again and grabs a fistful of the front and back of his shirt. “I swear to the gods above, below, and in the middle, Astarion Ancunin, if you drop me—”

That causes the man to throw his head back and bark out a laugh. “Hah! You really believe I’d bring you any harm?”

She tightens her hold around his neck. “What am I supposed to believe with all this?”

He adjusts his grip again, this time pulling her closer. It’s impossible for Tav to look anywhere but straight into his eyes. “You’re supposed to know I’d sooner walk into the sun on my own volition than hurt you in any way,” he says, sounding more serious than he has in a long time. “Especially now that I finally have you by my side.”

And just like that, all of her raging bluster fizzles out. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” The druid looks away, feeling ashamed of her accusation. “I didn’t actually think you’d drop me.”

“I know, my love.” He pecks her on the cheek. “Apology accepted. Will you accept my apology for frightening you?”

Tav copies him by stretching up to kiss him on his cheek. “Apology accepted, Astarion.”

“Promise me something, Tav, dear?”

She has a hunch where this is going. Tav narrows her eyes. “Depends on what it is.”

Astarion puts on a stern expression and it’s a little hard to take it seriously. “No more self-deprecating jabs at yourself. It breaks this vampire’s poor undead heart to think you think yourself so lowly.”

That is exactly what she expected him to say. There’s no point in disappointing him. “Fine,” she sighs. “Only because I’m afraid you’ll begin to wax poetic about my ears or something.”

“Your ears are very cute,” he teases. “And your—”

She shuts him up by placing a finger over his mouth. “Stop it,” Tav commands, yet she’s fighting back giggles. “I cannot handle any more praise from you right now.”

The vampire bows his head slightly and does a sort of curtsy. “I shall humbly accept my small victory.”

A moment of amiable silence passes as they both gaze into each other's eyes, timid smiles worn on their lips. If only they could live in this moment forever. Nothing but just the two of them, together at last, after so many years of miscommunication. “Astarion?” she whispers quietly, scared to break their peaceful bubble.

“Yes, darling?” he whispers back.

Tav reaches one hand and brushes a stray white curl behind his pointed ear. He turns his face toward the hand so she gingerly cups his cheek, slowly brushing her thumb up and down. “I love you.”

Those three little words send a tidal wave of giddiness and joy washing over Astarion. It may not have been easy to get to this point in their relationship, but it was well worth the wait to have the love of his life in his grasp. “And I love you.” His eyes fall to her round middle. “Both of you.”

…

Thanks for reading(: This is a link to the master post

[andrea-lyn]

ATLA recs post take 2 (electric boogaloo). Am I totally unsurprised I have enough for a third post at some point? Nope. ANYWAY, enjoy another round -- once again predominantly Zukka, though there’s some f/f in this round!

ATLA Recs #2

i wanna be still with you by tristanyvaine

Handwritten letters sent back and forth do not a love story make. Or. Maybe they do, in the case of a certain Fire Lord and Water Tribe warrior who happen to fall in love over sending letters to each other at least.

keeps me up late at night by midnights

Fifteen years since the war had ended, and still Zuko remembered every step of the way as if it were yesterday. More than anything, he remembered Sokka. He'd been in love with him then, and he still was.

ft. ambassador sokka, fancy parties, pining zuko, and two oblivious fools

the brightest you've ever been by panthalassas

Azula folds herself into the lotus position and empties her mind. Then Yue places her hands on either side of Azula's face, and her mind fills back up again. Or: Yue notices Azula is lonely. Turns out, Azula's ready to feel some emotions.

real love baby by verdanthoney

Five times Zuko and Sokka pretend they aren't in love, and one time they don't.

OR,

Sokka initiates a friends with benefits relationship between them, and Zuko keeps coming back for more.

Seasons in the Sun by burkesl17

Ambassador Sokka's first year in the Fire Nation, a story for each of its seasons. With thunder, assassins, blossoms, poison, politics, volcanoes and a baby dragon. Also falling in love.

Or: four parties, four assassination attempts.

Please Return if Found by CSHfic, VSfic

When Sokka sees a “lost pet” poster near his apartment for an actual, literal dragon, he thinks it’s a joke.

Right up until he finds the dragon sitting on his couch.

Nobility by hikuni

Book 3. Sokka/Zuko. Set after The Boiling Rock Pt. 2, Sokka and Zuko explore the Western Air Temple, where Sokka tries to get Zuko to talk about girls, marriage, and maybe even a future for the two of them.

Worship the Ashes by meregalaxiesandgods, patentpending

All Azula wants is for things to go back to the way they were – her father on the precipice of conquering the world, her own position secure at his right hand. Now, the only secure thing is her, trapped in a gilded cage in her brother's new Fire Nation. Lonely and adrift, Azula would do anything to make it end, until an unexpected connection rekindles a light she long-thought had burned to ashes. But falling for Suki isn't something Azula can let herself do, especially with the world as they know it threatening to crumble around them.

Or: Azula goes to therapy, has an identity crisis, stops actively trying to kill her brother, makes a few friends, and falls in love along the way.

No Quiet Life by JustGettingBy

Zuko's not sure when it started. It would be easy to say it started with Boiling Rock, or with the Western Air Temple. But whenever it started, his crush isn’t about to go away anytime soon.

*

“It’s not too late, ‘Lee’. We could steal a boat. Sail across the high seas until we hit the horizon. Spend the rest of our days living off the land.” He brandishes his arm as if to show Zuko the untapped potential of their future as wild hunters.

“No, Sokka.”

Sokka shrugs. “Well, it was worth a shot. When you’re up to your eyeballs in expense reports, don’t say I didn’t ask.”

Zuko’s mouth feels very dry. “I won’t.”

virtues uncounted by bloobeary

fire lord zuko visits the southern water tribe eight years after the war ends

based on that text post

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic, VSfic (My absolute fave of the canon rewrites for its wildly IC enemies-to-lovers feel)!

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

Ashes Inside When You Finish Your Song by Muncaster

Sokka writes lyrics for his sister’s band. Zuko plays piano and is unnecessarily nice. Fellas, is it gay to write love songs about your friend and his golden eyes?

(AKA, a modern band AU featuring The Gaang, crappy software equipment, homoerotic lyrics, and the realization that maybe, if you think about a guy every night before you sleep, you just might be in love with him.)

Relief Next to Me by wilteddaisy (taotu)

Sokka thinks Ozai’s beach house is pretty awesome. Slightly less awesome is the couch he has to sleep on, as is accidentally getting into Zuko’s bed. At first, that is.

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 20 - Last Words

A/N: A brief look at Marty's thoughts as he and Doc meet for the (seemingly) final time. Set during Part III.

How the hell did he build the flux capacitor in the damned 19th century?

When did he and Clara get married?

When did they have kids? Why two kids?!

How long has it been?!

Marty's thoughts were ablaze, rushing through his head like a wildfire. He had at least a hundred questions he wanted to ask Doc, yet he was desperately trying to keep them at bay long enough to enjoy what was left of this brief visit. There's nowhere he can hide the train and move back to 1985, I suppose.

He heard Jennifer asking about the fax she had brought back from the future, and decided he should probably be paying attention to this. "What does it mean?"

"It means your future hasn't been written yet! No one's has!" Doc had to shout over the roar of the engine, his face beaming as he spoke. "The future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one! Both of you!"

Marty suddenly felt himself growing teary. I didn't know he could give speeches that make me this emotional. He wrapped a shaky arm around Jennifer and squeezed her lovingly. "We will, Doc! We will!" Please don't go…

The scientist gave him a final nod as he stepped back into the cabin, the stairs retreating as the train prepared for take off. "Boys! Strap in, please!'

"Hey Doc!" Marty yelled curiously. Maybe this is the part where he tells us when he's coming back. "Where you going this time? The future?" Doc shook his head and grinned. "Nope! Already been there!"

The two teenagers gave him a final wave as the cabin window closed, marvelling as Doc's newest time machine whirred and huffed. Their jaws dropped in amazement as the train creaked loudly before it effortlessly lifted off the tracks in a cloud of steam, the black paint glittering in the mid-morning sun.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, a hand placed on his forehead in disbelief. "He built a flying train?!"

Jennifer had to force herself to stop laughing at her boyfriend to answer. "Apparently so!"

The excitement quickly faded as they turned to watch the train take off into the sky, squinting it as disappeared in a dazzling flash of lightning. Marty realised his teariness wasn't going anywhere, and allowed a few drops to drip down his face as he gazed at the empty space in the air. Is this goodbye?

"Oh, Marty…" He felt Jennifer's gentle kiss on his cheek before embracing him tenderly.

"…Is he just gonna leave me here?" Marty's voice broke. "H-He's my friend, a-and I'm happy for him and everything, but…" He trailed off as the tears streamed faster, the full weight of his new reality hitting him. Am I ever gonna see him again?

"He's got a time machine, Marty! Of course he's never gonna stay in one spot for very long," Jennifer said quietly. "He's not going to leave you. He probably wants to do some exploring."

It was a few moments before Marty nodded. That was why he built the time machine, after all. "Reckon he'll show up when we get married?"

Jennifer giggled. "Is this your way of proposing to me?"

"No!" Marty stumbled over his words. "No, I-I mean…obviously I wanna marry you, Jen, b-but I meant that-"

He was silenced with a passionate kiss from Jennifer, who cradled his face so gently it sent tingles down his spine. Marty wrapped his arms around his true love, embracing each other amongst the ruins of the Delorean.

Their future was indeed going to be a good one.

[briamichellewrites]

11

I’m Surrounded By Idiots. That was the onesie Stephanie wore when Bria brought her into the studio to meet the band. Brad dropped them off before going to run errands. Stephanie fell asleep on the car ride over. Bria attached her car seat to her stroller before coming in. The band was looking forward to a much-needed baby break, so they were thrilled when they showed up. They got up and gathered around to meet Stephanie. She didn’t want to take her out and wake her up.

That was fine. They could wait. Where did she get the onesie? Target. Her father bought it for her because they both thought it was hilarious and cute. She wanted something from The Lion King and that was the only unisex onesie they had available. How was being a mom? It was so much fun but she was also so tired. She liked holding her and talking to her, even though she didn’t know if she could understand her.

Her father told her it didn’t matter because she heard the sound of her voice. They didn’t know what babies understood because they weren’t experts. After a couple of hours, Stephanie cried to let her mother know she was awake. She took her out of the car seat and held her out, so they could all see her. They agreed she was beautiful! Her little face scrunched up as she continued crying. She got her bottle to see if she was hungry. Nope. She was just being grumpy.

She found her pacifier and put it in her mouth. That did the trick. She stopped crying and started sucking on the plastic.

“My dad calls her pacifier ‘the Shut Up’ plug.”

They laughed.

“Well, I guess you can say whatever you want because she doesn’t know what you’re saying yet”, Phoenix said.

Since they came home from the hospital, Stephanie has been wrapped around his finger. Was he calling himself, Grandpa? No, he was Papa. He didn’t like Grandpa because he thought it made him sound too old. They laughed again. Where did she get the name, Stephanie? Stevie Nicks. It was her father’s idea. She didn’t even know who Stevie Nicks was until he played one of her songs. Then, she decided she liked the name.

Her middle name was Margaret for her mother, Maggie. If she was a boy, she would have named him, Thomas Bradley. They remembered her talking about that. That was a cute story of how she chose her name. She nodded. If she ever met Stevie Nicks, she would tell her she named her daughter after her. What band was she in? Fleetwood Mac. She was also a solo artist.

“Maybe I’ll save Thomas Bradley for the future. The far-distance future, like when I’m thirty!”

“Don’t have another baby until you’re ready”, Mike said.

“Maybe when she goes off to college.”

They laughed. That would be eighteen years, so she would be in her thirties by then. She told her father that if she graduated high school without getting pregnant, she would give her a hundred dollars. He was going to match that. How old were her parents? They were eighteen and had to drop out of school, so she was the second in her family to get pregnant as a teenager.

Their parents disowned them and kicked them out after they discovered their pregnancy, so they had to leave school to work. She was going to do everything she could to make sure she graduated high school. Good for her. Was she going to homeschool her? No, she wanted her to have a childhood with birthday parties and sleepovers with her friends. Though, she would be careful about sending her daughter to sleepovers. She would have to meet the parents first.

While talking, they suddenly smelled something horrible. She excused them because she had a diaper to change. They laughed as she grabbed the diaper bag. She was doing a great job being a mother! They could tell she was thinking of her daughter before herself. Chester wanted Stephanie to break the teen pregnancy cycle in her family and graduate from high school. So did they.

Maybe she could go to college. Brad had aspirations of going to law school after getting a communications degree. Instead, he chose to be in the band. Mike and Joe studied art, which they used to create their album covers and merchandise. Rob studied accounting while Phoenix graduated with a degree in philosophy. Did they use their degrees? Not really but going to college was a stepping stone in becoming Linkin Park. Since Chester didn’t finish high school, he never went to college.

When the girls came back, Phoenix asked how bad it was. It wasn’t too bad. She couldn’t wait until she could use the bathroom herself in a few years. They laughed. That meant potty training. She would need her father’s help with that. Yeah, changing diapers wasn’t fun but it had to be done. If you put her on your chest and hold her by her butt, she lifts her head.

She demonstrated what she was talking about. Yeah, that was to prevent her from suffocating. Did she do tummy time yet? No, her umbilical stump hadn’t fully healed yet. She was going to go to the doctor tomorrow for a well-baby checkup, so maybe they could tell her if she could do it. When Brad came to pick them up, they all exchanged hellos with each other. Were they having some baby time? They laughed and said yes. It was what they needed.

“Bria said you don’t want to be known as Grandpa”, Brad said.

“No, I don’t even have grey hair yet. I’m not ready to be called Grandpa. I’m Papa.”

They laughed. He made sure Bria got Stephanie in the car seat correctly. She was still getting used to doing it. He told her good job when she did it by herself. Did she need to be changed? She already changed her, but she might need a bottle on the way home. They could feed her when they got home, then. After getting everything together, they said goodbye to them.

Bye! They hoped they would visit again soon! She promised that they would. Wow. That was Brad Pitt. He didn’t have an ego or anything. It was just like he was a friend they hadn’t seen in a while. He was a huge celebrity but if they didn’t know who he was, they never would have guessed. They took him for a guy who loved his daughter and granddaughter. They wondered what it would be like not to be able to go out in public without the paparazzi and media attention. That had to be tough.

They were fortunate enough to have fans who respected their privacy. It was more about their music. They would never be able to put themselves in his shoes. On the way home, Bria distracted Stephanie from her stomach rumbling. She talked to her and gave her a finger to suck on. That worked for a while until she spat it out.

That wasn’t milk! She wanted milk! Finally, they were home. She took her out of her car seat and put her into her arms. After grabbing the bottle from the diaper bag, she put it into her mouth. She sucked on it happily. Finally! She was dying of hunger! Her little newborn life was fading away. Bria called her dramatic but that was why she loved her. That made him laugh. Babies were demanding. He grabbed the diaper bag and they both went inside.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[butwhatifidothis]

So wait if one of the biggest Edelstan arguments is that without Byleth Edelgard becomes a heartless and cruel ruler, why is Captains version of SS Edelgard exactly the same as her current and upcoming CF self where she is tragic and compassionate and nice to even Rhea?? Like the biggest argument for CF is that Byleth changes Edelgard for the better but there is no indication of that in the fic from the visions Edelgard has from herself in SS??

Because, apparently, it's not SS Edelgard in those visions? The chapter I just finished (26) clarified that it's actually this current Edelgard that's seeing through the eyes of SS Edelgard - but then they're not really visions then?? Because she can move around and say shit as pre ts Edelgard through the body and mouth of SS Edelgard?? Ngl it's lowkey kinda confusing, like I understand what's happening (ish) but like... how.

Like, this is what fucks me about this fic the most kinda?? Like Woobiegard is ass and everyone else is shitty, but like, is this supposed to be "canon compliant" or not? Because it was pretty much that for 20 chapters (Edelgard feeling the Divine Pulse a few times is playin' a lil' fast and loose, but the developers themselves had wanted to do something similar so it was fine pretty much. Manageable at the very least), but then we're hit with her having "visions" of the future that hit at just the right moment and in just the right way for her to never really be that inconvenienced, and now she can move around and talk and shit? Like, now we're for sure that is what is actually happening?

In a fic that was out the gate upfront "yeah no I'm getting straight fucky with some shit cuz I feel like it," this wouldn't be an issue (if it were explained and built up better). But like. Up to Chapter 20? It's like. 70k+ words of shit that is "canon compliant" (if we account for how often this fic is wrong about canon more than intentionally not following it). And it's not even like Edelgard seeing these "visions" is even gonna do anything - cut them out the story and pretty much nothing changes. Oh no, we won't know that Edelgard is scared of losing Byleth (since that hasn't been drilled into the reader's skull enough), we won't know that Byleth will totally revert back to the inhuman Ashen Demon without Edelgard (because the """subtle hints""" couldn't tell us that already), we wouldn't know that Sylvain and Ingrid become like animals if allowed to follow their totally completely destructive lifestyles that don't have Edelgard guiding their poor lost souls to salvation (cuz fuck getting mad at your CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND'S M U R D E R E R I GUESS). How will we as readers possibly understand how sad and lonely Woobiegard is without these "visions" to spoon feed us like we're fuckin' infants? Me dum me need small words!!

Like, even the "vision" of Rhea was unnecessary, since the guy already had Edelgard (go completely against her character and) empathize with Rhea in the present time. None of this shit is needed! Why's it here! Because it's not like Edelgard is the one that can change it, it's Byleth. And it's not like they're preventing her from doing certain shit in canon, because Remire happens after these "visions" start happening, which you'd think might have been given a second thought if you have such deep fears of an alternate reality where your close friends leave you - maybe they left cuz you let innocents be mutated and tortured? Just a thought!!

I fuckin' hate these "visions"!! They literally make no sense and add exactly 0 shit into the story

[yandereocs]

Could you make a Yandere Alphabet from Obedient Bonnie?

* Dude I am going to be so for real right now, I LOVE writing for Obedient. I get so excited whenever people request her because AHHHH I love her

* Even if it's not yandere stuff, I still love writing for her. She's one of my absolute favorites

Yandere alphabet with Obedient

* Affection- How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

* By doing things for you. She'll do ANYTHING for you. There's simple things like cleaning your room or making you food, but it also gets really intense really fast. She'll insist that you use her as a punching bag or use her as a living step stool

* Blood- How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

* Not very bloody. She doesn't want to hurt or kill anyone. She can't!! She's just a useless bunny hybrid, she's not capable of that kind of strength!!

* Cruelty- How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

* She wouldn't DREAM of being rude to you. She wouldn't mock you for anything. She instead treats you like you're royalty.

* Darling- Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

* Absolutely not!! You're her OWNER!! She would never do something to you that you don't want.

* Exposed- How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

* Every bit of her heart is exposed. Pets aren't supposed to keep secrets from their owners. So you're completely aware of all of her thoughts and feelings.

* Fight- How would they feel if their darling fought back?

* Extremely distressed. Especially because she can't DO anything. She can't restrain you, or yell at you, or punish you. So she tends to crumble into a sad little ball and beg and cry for you to stop.

* Game- Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

* It's not a game at all. You'll make her cry if you try to escape.

* Hell- What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

* Obedient is a pet to a wolf hybrid named Andre. He's extremely cruel, and he uses you as a way to hurt Obedient. One way he does that is by hurting YOU as a way to punish HER. Andre's punishments REALLY hurt, and you have many scars and faded bruises to show it. It's just terrible all around. You're in pain, and you have to watch as Obedient screams and cries and begs for her owner to stop.

* Ideals- What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

* Pet's don't think about the future. Obedient has been taught that she's lucky if she even MAKES it to the future. Asking her about what she wants to do later in life makes her spiral and panic.

* Jealousy- Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

* This is probably surprising, but she gets jealous. But she copes. She'll tell herself that of course other people would look and talk to you, you're perfect!! She's just a lowly pet, she isn't allowed to get jealous. She should be lucky that you even allow her near you.

* Kisses- How do they act around or with their darling?

* Really skittish. She's always listening out for you, and she makes sure that she doesn't get too close to you. She's completely under your control.

* Love letters- How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

* She would never DREAM of approaching you. She didn't do any of the courting or smooth talking. No, she BEGGED Andre to kidnap you. She NEEDED you.

* Mask- Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

* Nope. She's just as skittish and nervous for everyone else.

* Naughty- How would they punish their darling?

* She would never punish you!!

* Oppression- How many rights would they take away from their darling?

* Literally none. You're free to roam anywhere in the mansion. You're able to roam the gardens outside. You can watch TV, eat anything you like, and treat Obedient however you want.

* Patience- How patient are they with their darling?

* She is endlessly patient. She could never get frustrated with you.

* Quit- If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

* Absolutely not. She doesn't have the means to search for you if you escape, and she obviously can't bring people back from the dead. You're her only hope and light in her life. If something were to happen to you, she'd become a husk of her former self. Andre hates pets like that, so he would kill her shortly after.

* Regret- Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

* She feels terrible. She knows she's being selfish, but she NEEDS you. She's very sorry, but she isn't letting you go.

* Stigma- What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

* It's her current life. She's being abused and her mental stability is waning. She knows that she can't ever escape, so she just wants something that makes her feel just a little bit happy. Anything at all. And that's you.

* Tears- How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

* She feels terrible. She doesn't want you to cry or isolate yourself. She'll beg for you to hurt her if it'll make you feel better. It's the only way she knows how to cheer people up. If that doesn't work, she'll start crying herself.

* Unique- Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

* I think her submissiveness is unique. Sure, there's submissive yanderes, but they can be controlling if they need to be. Obedient can't. She's completely under your control. She won't do anything if you won't allow it. And she'll do anything that you ask, even if she doesn't want to do it.

* Vice- What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

* The fact that she's a pet. She can't go anywhere without the permission of her owner. She says that she belongs to you, but she legally belongs to Andre. Which means that if you walked out of the mansion, she can't follow you unless Andre says she can go outside. Or, you could order her to stay still in a certain spot and then leave. She wouldn't dream of disobeying one of your orders.

* Wit’s end- Would they ever hurt their darling?

* Absolutely not.

* Xoanon- How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

* Oh, she WORSHIPS you. To her, you are absolutely perfect. You're her deity, her master, you're superior to her and everyone else in every way!! And she'd do ANYTHING for you. You could literally ask her to dump boiling water on herself and she'd do it. Anything for you.

* Yearn- How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

* It was love at first sight for her. She doesn't know why, but she just instantly fell in love with you. She wanted to take you home then, but she needed her owner to kidnap you. So she begged for AGES trying to get Andre to kidnap you. Andre refused to do it unless Obedient proved that she deserved it, which took a really long time.

* Zenith- Would they ever break their darling?

* I don't think so. She would never do it intentionally, and I don't think any of her actions would cause you to lose all of your mental stability.

[phoenixyfriend]

hey i read through your Anakin and Jedi babies au, and got to the part about Shmi eventually having a kid and Ani being supportive and listen man i just have emotions bc i realized that her daughter would be the first freeborn child in the Skywalker family. like god knows how many generations of slavery on Tatooine, and this tiny baby is the first one born free. of course, while everyone knows this is a big deal, i feel like Anakin and Shmi are the only ones who truly Know how much of a big deal this is. tiny new baby skywalker draped in japor charms and whispered desert blessings

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono, how Shmi ended up on Mandalore, the post about Jango/Shmi.

YEP.

I’m thinking her name is something like Amika or Amyas? I’ve come to the conclusion that she is the result of Shmi and Jango getting into a relationship, but not actually planned. Anakin absolutely offers to fight Jango for Shmi, and she scolds him for it despite being a solid ten years younger than him.

Jango and Shmi do get married, after a bit more fumbling to make sure this is what they really want.

I imagine that the disaster lineage moves back to the Temple a year or so after that, when Ben is eleven or twelve. The Force just said it was a good time, and Mandalore seemed to be in good shape, etc. There’s a lot of sidelong glances and questioning looks because Soka and Ben still insistently refer to Anakin as buir (or Skyguy, on Soka’s part), and there’s a variety of conspiracy theories, and Ben acts Very Grown Up for a child his age, etc. They actually tell the council the full truth and cause a number of headaches. Mace isn’t amused. There’s rumors everywhere about Obi-Wan and Ben being related but nobody has the guts to ask after the first Scary Skywalker Smile.

What’s really relevant, though, is what that move does to relations between Mandalore, the Jedi, and the Republic.

"Okay, so if the Jedi Order does any negotiation with Mandalore, it has to be through Skywalker." "Why?" "The Mand'alor is his brother-in-law and they met when Fett was fifteen; I've seen Skywalker give this man a noogie and suffer zero consequences for it."

Like, please understand: Jango becomes Mand’alor in his late-twenties even while Jaster is alive, a few years after the Shmi thing, just because he’s Very Good At It. But also, he’s Anakin’s brother-in-law. Anakin, who knows that Shmi can take care of herself but is very protective anyway, and made a hobby of kicking Jango’s ass when he was younger, and has always had Weird Vibes around Jango, and at least once made veiled comments about how he didn’t trust Jango’s ability to be a father.

Jango, of course, doesn’t know that this is because Anakin judges him on the fact that he had three million clone sons that he didn’t give a shit about in a future that won’t happen.

So Jango is actually very concerned with maintaining Anakin’s good favor, something that he feasibly had for a few years but is struggling to hold onto after getting with Shmi and having a kid.

If it were almost anyone else, Anakin probably would have been very “she can make her own choices” about Shmi, but it’s Jango Fett and Anakin has concerns.

A few years later, let’s say Ben is fifteen, the Temple gets notified that the king of Mandalore is coming. The Mand’alor is going to be here, and hasn’t told anyone why. He’s bringing his spouse and several other people, but not a full guard or anything for a formal visit with the Republic.

The ship lands. The Mand’alor exits in full armor. There’s a woman next to him, a small brunette with a toddler in her arms, not wearing much armor, but she has enough to make it clear that she is Mandalorian. Vambraces, greaves, a gorget,  and there’s a sigil on it somewhere declaring her the the spouse of the Mand’alor.

The Jedi Council is mostly polite. Mostly hesitant. Confused. Diplomatic. Dooku is there, and asks, “Did anyone inform Master Skywalker of our visitors?”

“He recently returned from a mission and is likely asleep,” someone tells him.

The Queen of Mandalore sighs. “Oh dear.”

This is when a recently-woken Anakin Skywalker, age thirty-seven but looking like he stalled out on aging in his late twenties, strides out into the hangar and yells, “Shmi!”

The queen gives her toddler to her husband and sprints to Master Skywalker, throwing herself into his arms and letting him spin her around with a laugh. “Ori’vod!”

Dooku’s smile could be, at a stretch, described as ‘shit-eating.’ He turns to the councilors. “You didn’t forget that Skywalker has a sister, did you?”

They didn’t, but they clearly hadn’t expected it to matter.

“Let me see my niece,” Skywalker says, with a grin out of a holo film. “Fett, gimme.”

“Hi, hello, it’s good to see you’re alive too,” the Mand’alor grumbles. “Oh, I’m doing well, and--”

“Yeah, yeah, su cuy'gar and all, let me see my niece.”

The Mand’alor, one of the most influentially dangerous men in the galaxy, sighs and hands over the toddler to Master Skywalker, who immediately starts cooing over the little girl and otherwise making it clear just why he ends up in the creche so often.

“Master Skywalker,” Dooku calls over, as the only person to have encountered the Mando contingent often enough to get away with saying something right now. “You knew they were coming?”

“Nope! Felt ‘em arrive,” Skywalker cheerily replies. “Did someone tell my kids? Somebody tell my kids, they’ll want to see Shmi.”

“Has Ben gotten any taller?” the woman stage-whispers, and Skywalker grins at her.

“Not as much as he’d hoped.”

The Skywalker teenagers in question come sprinting out with less decorum than even their father had. Ben at least tries to slow down and greet the contingent politely, but Soka just barrels into Shmi like there’s nothing in the galaxy that could stop her. There’s laughter and hugs, and Skywalker hands the toddler off to his daughter and steps back to watch his family interact.

(They get justification for the visit eventually: the child is terrifyingly force-sensitive, and the queen has only just managed to convince Fett to let them take her to the Temple. The Council knows just how tenuous their guardianship here is, in that they’re sure this child would have been kept away from them if not for Skywalker’s presence here. Mandalore’s warriors and Tatooine’s slaves hold family to be of utmost importance. Skywalker is the only reason this is happening.)

“You know, I was getting respect from your High Council before you showed up,” Fett grouses, now without his helmet. “I’m the Mand’alor, the first in centuries to step foot here without war in mind. This moment should be historic. People should respect and fear my presence.”

Skywalker looks at him, pitying.

"Fett, I don't care that you're Mand'alor. I've known you since you were fifteen, and you're married to my little sister. You know you don't scare me."

“Anakin--”

“Also you’re short.”

“Oh, get kriffed, you asshole.”

[myanettes]

── character headcanons {part one}

character; alexis

(just a bunch of character headcanons because I'm beyond bored)

cw; alexis (she's mentioned throughout)

alexis

↳ selfish. only really looks out for herself and will do anything to ensure her own survival. she'll cause a storm wherever she goes and leaves everyone else to recover from the aftermath of her fury.

↳ lives up to her hellion title. will happily bring hell on earth to anyone and everyone that gets in her way.

↳ alexis is observant, she knows how to influence and manipulate people to her advantage. sometimes it's like a game, she likes luring people in and toying with them but there can be exceptions to this, one of which being sam.

↳alexis the epitome of horns like the devil by Bryce fox

↳ she met sam at a bar one late summer night of 2007

↳ I suppose you could say, she was drawn to him mainly because he was the only other empowered person there, besides herself. they talked for a while and once sam left, alexis had her sights on her new toy.

↳ and it was fun, for the most part. her...dalliance with sam gave her life some form of purpose. it kept her afloat and gave her something to look forward to, outside of the clan.

↳ the game stopped being fun once the vampire caught feelings for sam, which was not part of their agreement. she knew he didn't do feelings, neither did she.

↳ and yet, alexis let herself indulge in what a future with sam might look like.

↳ alexis didn't bother hiding her feelings from sam and when he told her they should end things, she was not happy. she was not happy at all, thus beginning what would be their first screaming match. alexis stormed off before sam could get a word in edgewise.

↳ alexis' selfish and cruel nature drove a wedge between her and sam.

↳ when everything seemed to be falling apart, there finally came some light at the end of her darkness. the crash wasn't something she expected but if she played her card right, this could give her everything she's ever wanted.

↳ alexis managed to pull sam out of the truck on laid him on the road, stroking his cheek as he continued to bleed out. the scent of his blood drove the vampire crazy, she often thought about biting him but sam would never let her. at least now, he'd have no choice.

↳ "I know it hurts but worry, once I turn you, we'll be together again, I promise."

↳ it was a promise she had every intention of keeping until sam told will how unhappy he was about being a vampire and how much he hated her. alexis didn't speak to will for a few days after he invoked her to prevent her from being able to invoke sam.

↳ alas, not every plan will succeed. but hers will, eventually. no matter how long it takes.

↳ she's cold, distant and aloof and hated herself for letting sam slip out of her fingers - especially when he was so close for the taking. as much as it angered her to do so, alexis kept her distance (after being told to do so by William and maybe Vincent?)

↳ barely tolerates Vincent. she doesn't mind him but sometimes his closeness with her maker bothers her. alexis misses the warmth of her maker, she misses how close she was to him.

↳ will she ever let that be known? nope. this is one of the few ways she's similar to darlin, they're both emotionally distant and have no clue how to express themselves (sam seems to have a type)

↳ her and sam don't interact often at all and tend to avoid one another like a plague but when they do (or when they're forced to) alexis is always the one to initiate the conversation because she knows sam won't.

↳ deep, deep, deep down I do think alexis feels some form of guilt for ruining sam's life. she's just terrible at showing how she feels and is stubborn beyond belief, which is part of the reason she never apologised to sam.

↳ alexis is very aware of her maker's preference for Vincent, which hurts her and causes her to (sometimes) act impulsively

↳ she has definitely encountered quinn more than once, probably a couple years after she was turned

↳ alexis is more of an anti-hero than villain

[the-inkwell-variable]

Find the Word Tag!

I was tagged by both @on-noon and @writingpotato07, so I'm gonna try to do as many of the words as I can! The snippets may be shorter than I usually do, since there's so many words lol :D

Because I just started a new playthrough of Arkham Knight (and reawakened my not so secret crush on the Knight), most of my snippets will probably come from fanfictions and drabbles of that angsty boi. Please forgive me!

(If you like my Knight snippets, I have a side blog where I've written a few full-on fics, so head on over and give those a read. I'm very proud of them and want to show them off!)

I'm tagging @did-i-do-this-write, @on-noon, @writingpotato07, @kyofsonder, and @wildswrites! No pressure, of course, and if anyone else wants to take part, go for it! Tag me if you want to be tagged in future games as well - I don't want to leave anyone out!

My words are: grow, worse, wind, snow, wake, Favor, Glass, Light, Door, Surprise

Your words are:

protection

monstrous

word

other

rare

Grow

"You need to grow up." The Knight blinked, though she could not see it behind his mask. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Kia turned away from him with a huff, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I dunno what the Bat did to you, but you're acting like a five year old who just got told he can't have a sweet before dinner."

Worse

"It's getting worse." He pressed the bandage back to the Knight's side and was thanked with a pained hiss. "You need to rest, Todd. You're not going to heal properly if you keep chasing him like this. At least a few days--" "I can't rest." The Knight tried to force himself to his elbows, but Slade stopped him easily by pressing his palm to his chest. "I'm so close! If I stop now--"

Wind + Snow

The wind whistled through her hair, cold as the snow that added extra weight to her poncho. She hugged herself tightly. He'll come, she reassured herself despite the growing doubts. Of course he'd come. Sure, he was a few hours late -- but being fashionably late was part of his norm. The underbelly of Gotham always did their best to ensure Robin always arrived with take-out and an apology. This was just another normal day. Right?

Wake

"Time to wake up." The Knight flicked the light on. Kia groaned and rolled over, instinctively reaching for the blankets. A painful tug reminded her that grabbing things was hard when her hands were tied to the bedposts. "Isn't kidnapping bad enough? You have to wake me up at the ass-crack of dawn too?" "Sunset, actually. Good guess though."

Favor

"Hey Red -- do me a favor." "Hm?" He didn't open his eyes -- at least, she was pretty sure he didn't. It was hard to tell with that mask on. Sometimes she wanted to rip it off of him, see the face of the man she definitely wasn't catching feelings for. "Let me borrow your grappling hook." "Not a chance." "Oh c'mon, Red --" "Nope."

Glass

She watched the glass with suspicion. He claimed he was keeping her safe -- but what lies would a crazed man obsessed with killing Batman tell to keep his kidnapped workers under control? What strange drugs were floating in that glass? What poison could she expect?

Light + Door

The light under the door filtered through the dusty air, offering him some illumination in an otherwise pitch black room. He coughed and tried to sit up -- pain in his side forced him back down. "Slade?" God, even talking hurt. Broken rib maybe? No... felt more like a bullet. Maybe a stab wound.

Surprise

Kia could only stare as the Knight uncoupled the helmet from his armor and slowly slid it up. For once, words failed her. Every revealed inch set her nerves on fire -- but when she saw his face for the first time, that fire was quenched with an ice so cold it froze her in her seat. "Surprise." Jason Todd offered a tight smile, one that didn't reach his brilliant eyes. "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

Kara strode confidently into the DEO, giving friendly smiles to all the agents. One of them turned bright red, their heart rate going all over the place and looking like they were about to faint which was… mildly concerning. They squeaked an affirmative and ran off immediately when she asked if they were okay and suggested they went to the medbay though, so they’d probably be fine.

“Hey Kara.” Winn swung his chair towards her, eating a gummy worm.

She hopped up onto the desk beside him, grabbing a handful of sweets from the packet he was holding and ignoring his noise of protest. “Hi.”

He squinted suspiciously at her. “You’re looking awfully chipper this morning.”

Kara turned to him, gummy worm halfway to her mouth, and raised an eyebrow. “Chipper?”

He groaned and dropped his head to the desk. “I’ve been reading Agatha Christie novels and I can’t stop talking like an old English person. It’s positively awful. Please help me.”

Kara laughed and continued eating his gummy worms.

He yelped as Alex smacked him over the head on the way past.

“I don’t pay you to sleep, Winn.”

Winn huffed and rubbed the back of his head. “You’re not the one that pays me at all. And you shouldn’t hit employees - it’s an abuse of power.”

Alex rolled her eyes, opening a file and flicking through. “Quit moaning, it wasn’t even that hard. Besides I can hit you because you’re more like an annoying little brother than an employee.”

Winn shut up after that, looking halfway to happy tears, and Alex took the opportunity to round on Kara.

“Where were you last night? I tried to drop this off at your apartment but you weren’t there.” She threw a scarf at Kara’s face that hid the blush rising on her cheeks as she almost choked on her gummy worm. “You forgot it at my place. Again.”

Winn halfheartedly patted her on the back which did absolutely nothing to help.

Kara cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest to regain some of her dignity which all the DEO agents definitely thought she had. “Well it’s not my fault I don’t feel the cold.”

Alex didn’t look impressed. She went back to flicking through reports, boredom radiating off of her. “So where were you anyway?”

Kara swallowed her gummy worm, making sure it went down the right way this time. “I was patrolling.”

Alex frowned. “Really? That’s weird - I didn’t get a notification of you flying on the scanners.” She narrowed her eyes and looked around, raising her voice to an overhearable level. “Do I need to fire someone.”

Kara jumped up with an awkward chuckle and patted Alex’s forearm calmingly. “No no. I was… walking.”

Alex looked at her funny. “Why? You can fly.”

She shrugged. “I wanted to see the sights of National City from a regular person perspective. You know - the harbour, the museum, the… harbour?”

Alex frowned. “In the middle of the night?”

Kara laughed awkwardly. “I wanted to avoid the crowds?”

Alex shrugged, going back to her paperwork. “You do you I guess.”

———

She was having lunch with Lena in her office, thighs a little too close, words a little too flirty, when Alex burst in looking frazzled. Her eyes widened even further as they flicked between the two of them and Kara stood to go to her, fighting the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks.

“Alex? Is everything ok?”

Alex nodded quickly, hooking her arm through Kara’s and smiling at Lena in a way that was probably supposed to be apologetic but ended more on the side of terrifying. “Hi, sorry, I just need to borrow Kara for a moment.” She attempted to shove Kara out the door as she spoke. “Just some Supergirl business. Nothing to worry about.”

She shut the door behind them without letting Lena get a word in and turned to Kara in panic. She looked her up and down once and then started pacing.

“Oh god it’s worse than I thought.”

Kara followed her movement with her eyes like she was watching a tennis match. “What are you talking about Alex? What’s wrong?”

Alex stopped and spun towards her. “What’s wrong? Look at you! You’re so…” she gestured to Kara’s vague personage, “gay!”

To say Kara was shocked would be an understatement. “I’m sorry what?”

Alex just continued staring at her, biting her thumb nail. She sighed, dropping her hands to her sides. “We found a substance at the harbour earlier that we have now identified as pink kryptonite. That’s where you said you were last night wasn’t it - the harbour.”

Kara’s eyes widened and she gulped. “I did say that, didn’t I.”

Alex started pacing again, coming up with a plan to keep Kara away from all women for the foreseeable future while she ran numerous tests. She stopped short when Lena poked her head out from her office.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes!” Alex latched on to Kara again as though preparing to restrain her in case she tried to do something gay.

Lena’s eyebrows rose slightly but she smiled politely. “Well just let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”

“Nope. No we’re all good.” She attempted to direct Kara towards the elevator, frowning when Kara kept wriggling out of her grasp like an eel, as subtly as possible which was to say not subtly at all. “We should get going though.”

She stared Kara down until she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Just let me get my stuff.”

She went back into Lena’s office, giving her an apologetic smile as she packed up her things, aware of Alex’s eyes watching her every movement.

She kissed Lena’s cheek on the way back out, lingering perhaps a little too long, and smiled, thumb brushing across Lena’s knuckles, at the cute blush on her cheeks when she pulled back.

Alex grabbed her arm with a slightly hysterical laugh and pulled her away down the corridor, waving at Lena with a smile that was bordering on manic. “Bye Lena. Everything is completely fine.”

———

Kara eventually managed to get Alex to release her on the condition that she wouldn’t leave her apartment. Of course this was only after lots of prodding and poking and testing while Kara tried to point out that people could be bi and pan too, although Alex didn’t seem to get the hint.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Kara saw Alex again.

Her arrival was announced by an insistent banging on Kara’s front door.

Kara stumbled out of bed, grumbling about the time as she untangled her legs from her sheets and pulled on some clothes.

She swung the door open with a sigh and Alex barged in, hand still knocking at nothing for a few moments. Alex headed straight for the kitchen island, dropping a pile of papers onto it with a thud and sliding onto one of the barstools surrounding it.

Kara rolled her eyes and shut the door, getting a glass of water and leaning against the island opposite.

“I just don’t understand!” Alex frowned down at the papers as though they had personally wronged her.

“Don’t understand what?”

“Your results came back clean!” Alex turned the stack around and spread the papers out like a bad magic trick, several fluttering off the end of the island. “Look!”

Kara nodded as she looked at them, not having a clue what any of the abbreviations on the graphs meant. “Mhm.” She sipped her water, trying to keep her expression blank. “So I didn’t come into contact with it. That’s good, right?”

“No!” She stood up and started pacing. “Because it doesn’t explain why you were acting all gay with Lena and your clothes and-” She cut herself off, pausing in her pacing, and for a moment Kara thought it had finally clicked. “The tests must be wrong.”

Kara sighed, resigning herself to watching her floorboards get worn away and drinking her water.

“There’s no other explanation. We’ll have to do them all again.” Alex’s phone pinged on the kitchen island and she momentarily stopped her spiralling to check it.

Kara pulled a box of pop tarts from her cupboard to snack on while she waited for Alex to decide on a course of action and leave her poor floorboards alone.

Alex’s brow furrowed as she looked down at her phone. “I thought you were at the harbour two nights ago?”

Kara thought she did very good job at not spraying pop tart crumbs everywhere. And she was sure her voice was within normal range and not at risk of going ultrasonic. “I was.”

Alex looked up at her and turned her phone around to show Kara the screen. “Then why have I just got an alert about an article about Lena Luthor and a certain CatCo reporter sighted having dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in National City that night?” It was very impressive how she could look so annoyed and confused at the same time.

At that moment movement caught Kara’s eye and they both looked over to see a sleepy Lena emerge from Kara’s bedroom in nothing but Kara’s bedsheet. The moment Lena saw the two of them her eyes widened and she froze. Alex’s jaw dropped so far Kara was a little worried it might have been dislocated.

They all stood there staring at each other like some kind of staring contest showdown.

“Pop tart, anyone?”