#I also ask Hassel if he's okay

[pierswife]

im right

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[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day n.n

Can I request something (oneshot, imagine, headcannon, whatever you can do) of Hassel from ScarVio with a reader who's scared of loud sudden noises? (You know, fireworks, balloons, thunder, etc).

Thanks!

Hiii I hope this is okay! This is the first time I’ve written for Hassel!

You’re afraid of loud noises; thunder, fireworks, balloons popping, all of it. While some of it you can’t get away from, such as thunder, there were times you could get away from it, like now, when there are planned events with fireworks at the end. You had heard about a festival in which there were going to be fireworks involved, so you knew you had to leave for the night, but to where? Well, none other than your boyfriend’s house!

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” You said aloud as you were packing up a bag for the night. Your Lycanroc only nodded as they helped you grab a few things you were missing.

“Oh, thank you, buddy.” You pat their head and grabbed your bag, putting it on your shoulders before walking outside with your Pokemon hot on your heels.

“Sorry, buddy, but I’m going to have to put you back in your pokeball for now.” Lycanroc pouts a little, but nodded in understanding as you returned them to their ultra ball.

As you were locking up the house, you called a taxi to bring you to your boyfriend’s house. As you were leaving, you decided to call up Hassel.

“Hello?” He answered after a couple rings.

“Hassel! Hello!” You responded with a smile on your face.

“Oh! Hello, my dear. Is there something you wanted to talk about?”

“Yeah, actually, I wanted to tell you that… I’m on my way over to your place.”

“Oh? Did something happen?”

“Oh, no, nothing major, just there’s a festival by my house that will have fireworks and… you know how I am.”

“I am aware. Well, don’t you worry, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Hassel, I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, my dear Y/n.”

“Well, I’m almost here, I’ll see you soon.”

“Very well. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, you hung up, looking out the window now. It didn’t take you much longer to reach your destination, as you waved the driver and pokemon goodbye, you walked up to the door and knocked, smiling faintly as Hassel opened up the door.

“Good evening, Y/n.”

“Good evening.” Hassel moved to the side to let you into the house, you walked inside and he shut the door behind you.

“Have you had dinner yet, Y/n?”

“No, not yet. I figured by the time I finished the festival was going to start, and I wanted to get over here before then.”

“Go set your things down and I’ll make dinner, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” You went to the spare room, where you would usually stay when you slept over at his house, and set your bag down. While you were setting your things down, you heard a loud noise from behind you all of a sudden, making you yelp in fear before you were pulled back… into the arms of Hassel’s Baxcalibur, who looked happy to see you.

“Goodness, Baxcalibur!” You chuckled a bit as you shook your head. “I’m happy to see you too, but you can’t just sneak up on me like that!” He let you go from the hug and followed you back into the living room, then into the kitchen.

“Are you alright, Y/n? I heard a noise.” Hassel asked you, a slightly worried look on his face.

“I’m fine, love, just your Baxcalibur gave me a scare by sneaking up on me!”

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry about that, my dear.”

“It’s alright, he wasn’t trying to scare me, I know he was just happy to see me.” You gave the dragon type a little pat on the head as he leaned down for you to do so.

“Well… that’s good. Anyways, dinner will be ready in just a moment.”

“Thank you, Hassel, for everything.”

“It’s not a problem, Y/n.” He smiled softly as you made your way over to him, hugging him, but also taking a look to see what he was making. It was your favorite, (insert favorite food here)! Your eyes lit up at the sight before letting go of Hassel.

“You made my favorite..!”

“I sure did. Now go take a seat and I’ll bring you a plate/bowl.” You nodded and went over to the table before taking a seat at the table. You watched as Hassel brought you a plate/bowl of your favorite food, setting it down in front of you before he kissed your forehead.

“I hope you like it.” You waited a few moments for it to cool off before you cautiously took the first bite.

“Have you been taking lessons from Saguaro? Because this tastes absolutely amazing! So much better than last time!” Hassel chuckled a bit in response, and you could’ve sworn you saw a faint blush on his face.

“You caught me. I asked him to help me, as I told him it was for you, and of course he agreed to it.”

“How sweet.” You two talked for a little while as you finished up your dinner, him taking your plate/bowl and taking it to the sink to wash and put away. You were about to say something when you heard a rather loud noise from outside, in which you made a noise of fear in response, your eyes wide.

“Y/n?” Hassel looked back at you, setting the plate/bowl in the sink before he rushed over to you, pulling you into a hug as there was another loud noise outside, one that sounded like a firework.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here..” Hassel held you close to him, bringing you to the couch before sitting down with you, wrapping a blanket around your body before pulling you back to him.

“It’s okay..” he kissed your forehead and looked out the window, seeing a few bright colors light up the sky before the noise rang out, making you tremble in his arms as you practically buried your face into his chest. Hassel gently runs his fingers along your back, holding you close to him to help calm you down.

“It’s okay, they’re gone now. It must have just been a few stray fireworks from the festival.” How was that even possible? Unless some jerk took a couple fireworks and set them off away from the festival. Hassel thought to himself but shook his head as he focused on helping you calm down now.

“Y/n.” He said softly, having you look up at him. “Focus on me, and my voice, okay?” You don’t say anything as you now focus on him, instead of the commotion outside.

“You’re okay, just breathe, sweetheart.” He breathed with you to help you calm your breathing. “There you go.” He smiled softly and went back to lightly rubbing your arm in a gentle, soothing motion.

“…I’m sorry.. for panicking like that..” you suddenly said once you felt you were calmed down enough.

“There’s no need to apologize, Y/n. Practically everyone is afraid of something. You’re afraid of loud noises, and that’s okay. It’s not a silly fear, and you know I’ll always be there to help you.”

“…thank you.” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear as you were getting tired after your little panic attack.

“You’re welcome, my dear. Now let’s go get some rest, I’m sure you’re exhausted after all that.” You slowly nodded in response, resting your head on his chest as he stood up, making his way to his room.

“You won’t be sleeping in the guest room tonight, I want to be there with you just in case.” You don’t even argue with him as he carried you into his room and set you down on the bed.

“I’ll go grab your bag, and you can change into your night clothes, okay?” With that said, Hassel left the room, coming back a few moments later with your bag, handing it to you. You took your night clothes out of the bag, which was just a simple shirt and shorts with (design of choice) on them. Hassel grabbed some clothes to change into as well, stepped out of the room and left you to change.

“You can come back in now.” You softly called out to him once you were done and now lying in bed. Hassel stepped back into the room, now changed as well, before crawling into bed beside you, pulling you close to him. You closed your eyes as you rest your head on his chest again. You were pretty tired after the day’s events, and you were just happy to have Hassel there beside you.

“Sleep well, my love.” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep, Hassel making sure you were asleep before falling asleep as well.

[charcadett]

Ahhhhhhh I love your blog so much your writing is just *chefs kiss* anyways I was wondering if I could perhaps get some HCs for Hassel and Larry (together or separate it doesn’t really matter) with an enthusiastic S/O that loves Fairy types 👀

Hiiii! I did them separate, hope thats okay! It was just what ended up happening at the time. I hope you enjoy! :D

Larry & Hassel With An Enthusiastic S/O Who Likes Fairy-Types

Larry

- The two of you make quite the pair. Dull Larry and his cheerful partner. You match well with his Oricorio. You, your Ribombee, and his Oricorio never fail to put a little smile on Larry’s face after a hard day at work. You’re always excited about every little thing. It’s different from his pessimistic outlook and a breath of fresh air if he’s being honest. As you talk, you can see him watching you with a soft expression.

- Larry has little to no experience with Fairy-types. One trainers Hattrem, attempted to “silence him violently once” though, which he brings up as an anecdote when you explain your fondness to him. He can see the resemblance you have with your Pokemon. Sweet and excitable, but packing a mean punch when it comes down to the wire. I think out of all Fairy-types, he would like the Snubbull line. Not only does he think they’re cute, but he can also relate to people not wanting to be around him because of his outward demeanor. Though, he’s more dull than scary.

Hassel

- As a dragon trainer, Hassel knows better than anyone that Fairy-types are not to be underestimated. That sentiment extends to you. He loves your enthusiasm and the optimism that accompanies it. Seeing you smile makes his day all the more bright. It’s a talent to be able to see the beauty in the world around you, one you have mastered. It’s one of his (many) favorite qualities about you. The two of you can get loud when you talk about something you both enjoy. The excitement steadily raises the volume of your voice until it's at a fever pitch, and you both get told to stop shouting in the hall.

- Hassel likes that you have an opposing type to his team. It makes him feel romantic. When you ask about it, he confesses that he can imagine you both as Romeo and Juliet, minus the tragedy, of course. If there is a Fairy-type Hassel's particularly fond of, it’s Klefki. His family owned one. It was passed down through the generations and was the holder of many vault keys. Hassel has fond memories of playing with the little Pokemon when he was younger. The jingling of keys is nostalgic to him.

[brattybede]

home for break

disclaimer: there are multiple ages i headcanon larry as of right now. i genuinely cannot grasp how old this man is.he’s old enough to be your father in this. i never actually mention an age for you or him. also there’s a whole ephemeralartshipping (brassius x hassel) scene at the end of this. i’ve been having mega hassel brainrot, oops.

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“i’m home!” you shout as you walk into your childhood home.

your father pokes his head out from the kitchen, giving you a wave.

“you haven’t seen me in a whole month and i can’t even get a hello?” you pout.

“hello, i’m so glad my spoiled brat decided to grace me with their presence,” larry quips, in a monotone voice.

you stick your tongue out at your father before making your way to your bedroom to set your things down. upon returning to the kitchen, you find him finishing with some cooking.

“i made enough for you, don’t worry,” larry takes the plate to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table.

you pick up a bottle of water for yourself and make your way into the living room.

“i figured you were coming home, so i didn’t make them extra crispy,” larry picks up one of the rice balls and begins eating.

“how’d you know i was coming home?” you ask, mirroring your father’s actions.

“hassel told me your break started today, and i know you tend to check up on me because of work,” larry states, matter of factly.

“oh, right! that makes sense,” you reach for another rice ball.

“he also told me you’re having a hard time paying attention in his class.”

you glance over at your father, “no i’m not? he always has my attention. i probably pay the most attention to him actually.”

this causes larry to chuckle, “that’s not what he tells me. hassel tells me you’re always staring just past him.”

“you guys gossip about me at work? what happened to battling?” you whip your head over to your dad.

“it’s been slow lately,” he says, stuffing another rice ball in his mouth.

you choose to drink some of your water before speaking, “hassel is a snake and is now dead to me.”

“you’re being overdramatic.”

“well, your father doesn’t know that you have a crush on someone does he?” you roll your eyes.

“so it is a crush, got it. when can i meet them?” larry turns to you, a small smile resting on his face.

“never,” you get up from the couch, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

your father calls your name, causing you to turn and look at him, “tell arven i said hi for me.”

“tell hass to count his days,” you huff, making your way to your room.

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bonus:

a rhythmic buzzing from the nearby coffee table interrupts the peaceful evening between hassel and brassius.

glancing down at the table in front of them, hassel notices it’s his phone causing the new sound in the room. he untangles his arm from around his lover and reaches for his phone.

“sorry, i have to take this. it’s… larry?” hassel states, confused as to why his colleague is calling now. the two rarely talked outside of their time spent at the league.

“don’t let me stop you,” brassius sits up.

“hello?”

“hey, just wanted to give you a heads up. your self-proclaimed nibling* is mildly upset with you.” larry explains, taking the plate from earlier to the sink.

“what happened?” hassel asks cautiously. last he saw them was before they left the academy. they wished him well over the break. what could have possibly happened between then and now?

“they know you told me about the whole arven thing. they’ll get over it, don’t worry too much about it hassel. i just figured i’d give you a heads up.”

“thanks…” the blond sighs, feeling himself get a little teary-eyed.

“i’m serious, don’t beat yourself up about it. i’ll talk to you later hass,” larry ends the phone call, leaving hassel to sigh once more.

brassius turns to his lover, “what was that about? is everything okay my love?”

“larry’s kid, the one i pointed out when you visited my class, they’re... mad at me right now apparently.” hassel sets his phone back down on the nearby table. 

“it can’t be that bad,” the other male chuckles, stroking his lover’s arm in a comfortable manner. “knowing them, they’ll forget about it before the break is over.”

“i hope so,” the dragon trainer leans over to brassius, giving the gym leader a kiss on his temple. 

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* nibling is a gender-neutral term used to refer to a child of one's sibling as a replacement for "niece" or "nephew".

i try to keep my work as gender neutral as possible at best, female reader when needed but i honestly had to look up this term because there was no need to make this a female reader piece so… the more you know i guess

[ask-majoko-and-pals]

Hey everyone! Welcome the blog! My name is Majoko Kaneko Violet. My mentor Mr. Hassel said I should start a blog to meet more people. When I asked if I could include some friends of mine, he said it was a great idea!

Of course, Geeta overheard and well... She meant well, I'm sure. But she went a little overboard with recommending things to do, and what to say. Thankfully, my friends and I got her to tone it down. But she did set up up with a nice moderator known as Modjoko! She'll be the one to put up some rules (under the cut) surrounding ask content, as well as our introductions so the rest of us can focus on answering.

Modjoko, ooc: Hello everyone, what you saw was the in-character introduction of this blog. Right here is a more detailed explanation of what the blog is and how it functions, as well as the rules of asks.

This is an rp blog in which I will answer questions about my characters— Majoko, Dante, Hack, Rye, Galatea, and Lucibelle. They are Pokemon trainers in the pokemon Violet Universe/Timeline, set soon after the events of the game, the Teal Mask and Indigo Disk, along with Mochi Mayhem.

Within this blog, I will respond to your asks in character as Majoko or one of her pals, most likely with text (as it is fastest,) art, and sometimes photos. I will also directly interact with them, hence the ooc//out of character dialogue tag present in this post.

The characters will interact through this blog as if they all share a social media account, such as making posts outside of answering asks (a good example would the Majoko's warm welcome,) and posts the blog reblogs will correspond with things the characters like. Reblogs will also say which character has reblogged it, and might include short conversations between them!

Ask Rules:

- Aside from basic respect and good manners, please refrain from NSFW asks. While all the characters here are adults, any asks that aim to harass them or put them into explicitly NSFW scenarios will not be answered, and will be treated as making the characters uncomfortable. (Such as asking Majoko her bra size.)

- The only "exception" I can make is if the character brings up an NSFW topic first. For example, if Majoko were to make a post on this blog asking about a sexual innuendo, then sending an ask that interacts with that post is okay and will be answered.

- Harassing the characters for their gender, pronouns, sexuality, and disabilities will not be met with a response. (Such as telling Majoko being bisexual makes her an attention seeker.)

- All things in this blog take place in the pokemon universe, and asks/reblogs/posts pertaining to the real world will likely be met with general confusion. (Such as asking Majoko if she knows what a Jaguar is.)

- Roleplay blogs are encouraged to interact with Majoko and her pals through asks, so long as they comply with the first four rules.

- Magic Anon is on, as well as Pelliper mail!

- This list will be updated as time goes on.

- Most importantly: If you're not sure about something, ask about and find out!

[bitchapalooza]

My niece's new Bluey onesie I bought her came so I've got cute little babu on my mind now so take these little Big Sister Poppy headcanons 🥺

She insisted on having a little welcoming party for when her new sibling and mom came home from the hospital. She drew the banner and blew the balloons herself— okay her grandpa blew a majority of the balloons up with an air pump BUT she blew some up herself so that counts!— she also gathered all her favorite plushies up and set them up by the living room mantel to greet them too. She wasn't allowed to let her pokemon out to see them just yet, she was told to wait until the baby was adjusted better as to not overwhelm or scare them.

She was too little to go in the hospital room to see them or hold them at first, so the first time she met and held them was when they got home. And she was so excited! But also a little scared. She's never held a baby before, what if she's too little to hold them at home, too? But no worries, mom came to the rescue and helped her keep their head supported and everything!

After she got the hang of holding them, she didn't wanna let go. She fell in love with her baby sibling, she swore to protect them like a big sister should. She promised she'd even teach them how to battle and play all sorts of games, too.

The next time she came into the league office, she dragged her dad inside with her when he was only meant to drop her off. She pulled him along to the breakroom where the others would be so he could show everyone her new little sibling. He shows everyone a photo of Poppy laying in bed with her mom and sibling. Poppy laughs when Hassel breaks down at the already strong family bond. Rika and Larry just give a genuine congratulations. As Geeta is her aunt, she's already met the baby, but Poppy still insisted she see the picture anyway. Geeta immediately asked her brother in law to send her that picture lol

It isn't all super cool and fun, Poppy discovered. The baby cries a lot and keeps her parents up a lot, so they're kinda cranky in the morning when they don't mean to be. And Poppy hasnt been sleeping well, either. But she gets afternoon naps still so it really hasn't affected her much. It's just kind of mildly annoying.

She knows they're not only enough to play yet, but she still tries to include them in her games. Just little ones with her dolls. Sometimes she brings her reading homework into the nursery, while her mom is in there, and reads to them(to the best of her ability).

When she's much older, Poppy remains a good and close big sister to her sibling. She indeed teaches them how to battle like she promised. She even helped them catch their first pokemon.

[regallibellbright]

Hot take: Professors Sada and Turo may officially be considered Pokemon Professors, but they are not, role-wise, Pokemon Professors.

Hear me out. What does a Pokemon Professor, in the series, usually do? Traditionally, they're the ones who give you the opening talk about the world of Pokemon, they're the ones who give you your first Pokemon, and they maintain the region's Pokedex. (Up until Sun and Moon, where your dex can evaluate itself, they're also the one assessing it.) Sometimes one of these roles goes to someone else - in Sun and Moon, for example, Hala gives you your first Pokemon, and Sword and Shield only has Magnolia give you the Pokedex (and even then, Sonia is the one who installs it.) Especially in later generations, the Professor tends to be interested in the generational gimmick (mega evolution, Z-moves, Dynamax, Terastalizing,) but since that's only been a thing since Gen 6, it's not exactly a prerequisite. (Professor Elm, for example, is excited about the Egg you discover but his official specialty is evolution.) Frequently, if the third starter isn't otherwise accounted for, the Professor takes care of it (and Kukui does even when Hala's the one who gives you your first Pokemon.)

Okay. So. Whichever game's professor harnessed the Terastal phenomenon, making them responsible for the regional gimmick... but that's it. They (or rather, the AI) first contact you when you enter the Academy and ask you to take care of your 'Raidon, and all their communications with you are related to that. The person to give you the opening speech and your first Pokemon is Director Clavell, who also keeps the third starter. Your Pokedex was designed by Jacq, who also rewards you for completing it along with the in-dex rewards. But, okay, Sword and Shield broke the trend last time - Rose gives the opening cutscene speech and Leon gives you your first Pokemon.

Here's a thing all of these people have in common: ALL of them, one way or another, care about new Trainers and getting people excited about Pokemon. Hala's role includes testing rookie Trainers. Leon is primarily known as a Champion, but he's eager to see the player and Hop take the Gym Challenge. Clavell, of course, is the headmaster of the academy and cares deeply about his students. The opening speech from him is an Academy orientation video. Among the professors, Rowan sees your and Barry's bonds with your Pokemon and allows you to keep them. Laventon wants to make a Pokedex to make the people of Hisui less frightened of Pokemon. Even Chairman Rose cares about the League challenge being a way for new Trainers to gain skills. And this is the case with other Pokemon researchers, too. They want to spread understanding of Pokemon. They want people to discover things, and share the discoveries they made. With Pokemon Professors in specific, they're not just Pokemon researchers - their role as science educators seems to be an important part, as seen in the anime with Oak's work on TV and the Johto games giving him a radio show.

On the subject of plant names, while there have always been non-researcher characters with plant-based names, and notable researchers who don't, it's a very clear trend. It's ALSO a trend with a few important characters... namely, those people who break the Professor trend. Hala's name is the Hawaiian name for a tree. Rose is, of course, a flower. Clavell's name is from the Spanish and Catalan word for carnations. Jacq, as the Paldean Pokedex designer, gets his name from the scientific name for zinnias (which is what his Japanese name is based off of as well.) In fact, ALL the Academy teachers have plant-based names of some variety, with even the edge cases in English (Salvatore, Hassel, and Miriam) having clearer inspirations in other languages (Sage, which in Spanish is called salvia, Hassaku oranges, and the Mimosa genus of herbs - note that Miriam can shorten to "Mim".) And what about Leon, who seems like a total exception? Well, his Japanese name is Dande, and most of his names in other languages are clearly linked to dandelions. The only exception to this is B2W2's Bianca, who gives you your starter in her role as an aide to Professor Juniper (and Professors' direct assistants frequently break the plant theme, only in part because they're often the second PC.) While Sonia's plant link can be assumed to be sharing her last name with her grandmother (ie, Professor Sonia Magnolia,) Bulbapedia notes her name could be based of Sandersonia or Parkinsonia, both families of plants. All these characters who serve as mentors or teachers to new Trainers have plant names. All of them want to help people grow, to encourage discovery and caring about Pokemon and further people's understanding of Pokemon.

Which brings us back to Sada and Turo. As we know, they're the first official Professors to break the plant theme. They're the first official Professors to do NONE of the three most established Professor traits (the speech, the starters, and the Pokedex - and while Magnolia's the one who presumably designed the Galar version, Sonia's the one who installs it "as a gift from" Magnolia, meaning they're both involved.) As to their research... They designed the Tera Orb (apparently with support from Clavell,) but that's the only thing about their discoveries they've publicized. The rest of their work is kept secret. Arven's told not to reveal the 'Raidon. They've invented the furthest-reaching time machine* in the Pokemon universe, and it's top secret. Terapagos's name is censored out of their reports.

*This is not, however, the ONLY time machine in Pokemon, as GSC used that as the mechanism to allow for trade between those games and RBY. Which is hilarious, because it implies to some degree that time machines exist in the Pokemon multiverse but even if they're not exclusively CAPABLE of transporting Pokeballs they're pretty much exclusively USED to transport Pokeballs. Aside over!

The thing that defines Sada and Turo, in fact, is a sort of selfishness in their obsession with their research. They left Arven to move into Area Zero and focus on their research full-time, and he resents the 'Raidon because it represents the research his parent cares more about than him. They don't care about the ecological impact of Paradox Pokemon even when their AI does, to the point where they initiate extreme protocols to prevent the time machine from shutting down. And let's highlight the fact that their ideal assistant is a replica of themselves. The fact that they have died and been replaced with an AI can be covered up for some time - probably at least months, possibly years - because they've been so secretive and reclusive.

In other words, while Sada and Turo are technically the games' Professors, they're Professors who don't fulfill any of the functions of other games' Professors, and don't ACT like other games' Professors. The person who best fits that profile is Clavell, and to a lesser extent the other teachers at the Academy. Their names break the theme because it's the first hint of many what their true role in the game is.

[klonoadreams]

If I remember right scarnoa's main outfit is miriam's hand me downs right? Since she's basically adopted by the entire school staff are any of the other teachers contributing to her wardrobe?

The first set she gets are hand-me-downs, since Scarnoa's on the petite side, but Mimi eventually just buys her actual clothes - like new stuff that fits her super well. And the old stuff just becomes casual lounge wear of sort, since it's very comfy.

Raifort actually got Scarnoa the boots. Heard her lecturing Jacq for his chanclas (sandals) in the lab and thought it was hilarious, and just decided "have these boots. It's on me." Thank you for entertaining her by making a man know fear.

Tyme went all out on making sure that she got Scarnoa some quality tights and a nice thermal turtleneck that she KNOWS her sister wears at the Montenevera Gym, where there is snow and it's cold, and Ryme is knocking it out of the park in her dress. :V

Keeps Scarnoa's legs nice and toasty without having to really change much of her uniform wear. good for the Autumn uniform. Except she rarely wears the damn school uniform so oop.

Saguaro got her the thigh highs after she asked for some, because the sock catalog DIDNT have them and she WANTED them. Because tights are nice, but she doesn't WANT tights.

But also, Mimi's being doing so much for her, that she didn't want to bother her. and Saguaro also likes cute stuff too, so she's all "do you know where I can get some cute socks? The one that go up to the thigh?"

She's got a few more colors and patterns besides solid black, but yeah, that's something. Living the dream I wish I could have in this game sob sob.

Salvatore gives her hair accessories that his wife has been picking out, because she's been hearing a lot about the child that the school has collectively adopted.

And Jacq gave her a cute phone cases (and more) for her efforts but also as an apology for setting her off with his terrible lab habits. Please go easy on him, he literally just got hired alongside Clavell after they left their previous positions as researchers, where Jacq was Clavell's assistant (fun fact: this is probably why I see a lot of Jacq/Clavell art on pixiv, so...good for them - especially Clavell, get it old man. You somehow managed to land one of the handful of Pokemon characters that made the 2022 Yumejoshi popularity poll, in which Arven was #5 and Rika was #1, beating both Getou and Gojo - Volo was #38 and Steven, despite all these years, was #77...ftr, Jacq was #85)

(I didn't know the ship existed until I saw it at the side while I was looking up Larry/Rika on Pixiv, and then went "INTERESTING."...*adds it to my list of ships*)

Dendra is still looking for the perfect gift - it might not even be clothes, but just battle items, BUT SHE'S TRYING.

And Hassel contributed to MANY of Scarnoa's living expenses, because of how SUDDEN she appeared. And obviously, he's got the funds, so he just... "Here's your room."

Will find out what she likes and proceed to sent it to her room, like random plushes, figurines, cute curtains and throw rugs....want a different wallpaper? Here's a catalogue - pick what you want.

Hassel is genuinely still choked up about Scarnoa's situation, like...where are her parents??? IS SHE OKAY???

"Did I make you mad?" because she missed out on one of his math classes, only to find out that "oh, you got a badge." and then he immediately nyooms to the next gym the instant he gets a notification to congratulate her and give her a headpat, BECAUSE SHE IS STILL PLAYING HOOKY, GOD DAMN.

later finds out she just has shit memory, and that she still is attending school. Eases his concerns, but also, "Try not to get hurt - your Rotom Phone has an app for these sorts of things. It's excellent for keeping you on task, should you get distracted with thing such as the fineries of art."

She says she'll use it, and then promptly forgets about it until Hassel sets it up herself...and then her Rotom Phone decides "Nah, TOO LOUD."

Because each Rotom inside one's phone is unique and has its own personalities, so if you have one that clashes with you, you can either switch with someone else...or deal with it. Most people choose to deal with it because by that point, they're attached to that Rotom like people get attached to Roombas. :V

[moonvalecrossing]

Alright, top 3 favorite and least Gym Leaders of Paldea?

Hell yeah Fam lets do this! PROBABLY MORE SCARLET AND VIOLET SPOILERS KIND OF. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING. Also unpopular opinions probably! I aint stopping you from liking what you like. Nobody attack me for the following!

Favorites first.

#3. Kofu. I like the colors in his design. I like that he's a friendly old man. I also liked how they used him to introduce a side activity in the game that I might otherwise have completely passed by. Even though I wound up climbing the mountain around Cascarrafa in order to get to the other town he went to because I was scared to cross the desert and run into the part of Arven's quest that was out there. I want to try his cooking.

#2. Grusha. The last gym leader is always supposed to be the strongest and I did not expect to find the Ice Type gym in this slot. Of course, but his point in the game I was a tad over leveled. By this point in the game, even when I was swapping out and training entire teams for a gym/team star/legend battle I was already thinking about what mons I'd take to the elite four and any other endgame stuff so I already had a pretty good party set up. I sorta pulled the rug out from under this cool cucumber's sassy ass. It was absolutely adorable how he was clearly embarrassed when our character asks for a picture with him after earning the badge.

#1. Larry. Larry is we all. All of us are Larry at some point. This man is so tired you guys. He just wants to get his job done. He didn't want to be a gym leader, he's just really good at it so that's his job now. The poor thing is even one of the elite four. How did they manage to make a tired salaryman a pokemon trainer? I don't know but I'm so happy he exists 10/10 I would hang out and share a meal with him when he had some time off.

Honorable mention: Ryme. Her hair is dreadlocks shaped like skeleton parts. She's a rapping old lady and that is rad as FUCK. Yes, queen! SLAY! RAISE THE DEAD. NECROMANCY!! The only thing I didn't like about her design was the fact the people who made her model made her dress so damn tight that you could see her navel through the fabric as well as the damn creases where her thighs meet her abdomen. Not even rapping grandmothers are safe from the male gaze anymore, folks. Every woman wears vacuum sealed plastic in the future.

Now the least favorites! Preface: I don't HATE these characters. Well besides the unlucky duck who's sitting at the top of the #1 slot. I kinda really hate them but we'll get to that. <3

#3. Brassius. PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS, DID YOU SKIP THAT PARAGRAPH UP THERE JUST NOW? I don't hate him. But... I don't really like him too much either. I want to, don't get me wrong. I'm a sucker for artist characters. I've always considered myself an artist. But... this guy is a lot of what I hate about artist characters. A bit abnormal? The dude was standing on the damn windmill before the battle started and implied he watched us collect those sunflora from all the way up there. He uses the word 'avant-garde' way too much. Also, gonna say it now. His pieces of art aren't that great. He's got like 200 of the same sunflora statue all over Artazon. It's not even that impressive of a statue. Just slightly exaggerated of a regular Sunflora. And whatever that other work is supposed to be... yes, okay sure Brassius is such a skilled artist that his weird thorn ring thing needs to be shown on billboards all over that one city. At least they decided to give the multiple copy pastes of this piece different colors. And then there's the class he joins in during Mr. Hassel's teachings at school. If you pick the wrong emotion when he asks how he was feeling when he made that damn sunflora statue? "No no no... completely and utterly wrong!" Look here you avant-asshole. If there's one thing that really rustles my jimmies its 'artists' who get offended at someone having an incorrect interpretation of your art. You made a mildly constipated looking sunflora statue, not some great piece depicting Arceus mourning over having no choice but sealing Giratina away. Get out of my art class before you spread your bad personality to the younger students. Don't glare at me when those creepy eyebrowless eyes. You look 24 going on 79. Burgh will always be the superior artistic gym leader!

#2. Tulip. Okay, so overall I love this woman's design. Well besides whatever the Kentucky fried fuck is going on with her eyelashes. Like, goddamn woman. Stay away from open flames they might catch fire. How do you hold you eyes open with that much weight on them? However, the design is about all I like about her. We're introduced to her gabbing on her phone. She's not thinking about the gym battle she's about to be challenged to, oh no. She's too busy planning out a makeup line with someone. And this cake-up faced woman has the gall to decide the tagline for this new line of cosmetics should be 'naturally beautiful'. Uh, honey, no. Please do not enforce the idea that 'natural' beauty needs eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, and the whole nine yards. It's bad enough that women end up trapped in a Schrodinger's Box of being 'slutty' and 'fake' if they wear too much makeup, or looking like a corpse or they're sick if they don't have enough makeup on. When she finally deigns to get off the damn phone she's quick to let you know that being gym leader is just a side gig and that her make focus is all about makeup. She then calls our character cute and says that her ESP training made us all the more beautiful. Woman your challenge was possibly my least favorite of all of the gym challenges. It was obnoxious and all it made me feel was a strong desire to have my Annihilape break your nose. And when we finally beat her? One of the first things she says is that she should take you under her wing before we find our big break somewhere else. You stay away from me, lady. This tube of purple lipstick is all I want in life. Oh, and I hope you trip on your heels when you get back to your absolutely packed schedule. Seriously, don't quit your day job. Quit your side gig. Let me battle someone with a better personality. Also? Ryme's got better taste in makeup than you.

#1. Iono. I hate this child. I hate this child so, so much. Gamefreak did an amazing job of recreating everything I hate about the stereotypic streamer girl persona. LOL SO CUTE AND RANDOM INTRODUCTION? Punny name? Oh, Iunno, looks like it! A weird-ass crazy vtuber design? Hot damn this kid's got it all! It's a good thing she's got simps like Electro King throwing money at her because after she filed her teeth down to get those absurd spikes her dental work must be an absolute nightmare. Like Tulip, Iono is clearly more focused on her job outside of working as a gym leader. She only cares about how many views you can get her. She even says as much before introducing her gym 'challenge'. We can't 'collab' with her unless we play a cheap man's version of where is waldo with some random guy she pulled off the street (who luckily just so happened to be someone we could easily recognize). If we can't get this narcissistic cotton candy brat the views she wants, we'll fail. Were I actually in this universe, my gym challenge would have ended right here because I would have called her out on that shit, walked right out of the gym, filed a complaint with the league, and bought tickets to the furthest away region I could as well as got my legal name changed as soon as I touched down. I'll be carrying my best pokemon on me at all times because there's no way in hell I'm getting jumped by rabid manlets because I called out their waifu. My brother keeps telling me she's a grown ass woman. Yeah, okay. I don't care how many thousands of years old that dragon loli is she looks like a child. The final cherry on this sundae is how she signs off after losing her gym battle. I'm guessing she's supposed to do that heart symbol with her hands as the camera zooms in on it but, unfortunately, her designers decided to give her some bigass sleeves that cover her hands. So in that split second zoom we get, all I saw was the camera zoom in on this child-looking streamer's non-existent boobs. Fantastic and not the least bit unfitting. I bet Electro King had more pokebucks for her after that one. Also she did what I absolutely hate and had an electric type that's immune to ground types because of FUCKING LEVITATE. Fuck. I hate that ability so goddamn much. How dare you make me dislike Mismagius in any way.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[money5you]

Again I ask what do you guys think about that movie where the twist is all the The Rock action is being done by his character's DAUGHTER, but one of the scenes has her sleeping overnight on a bench. Listen I have done that once (exactly once) but I was also specifically trying to look like trash on the side of the road to not get hasseled by cops, let alone kidnapped or killed. I've only ever seen one homeless woman. You can't have a twisty be twisty because it's illogical. Okay so the reason you wouldn't mess with The Rock is because he's huge and maybe the daughter has to be ripped as well to be kicking guys through walls, but not nessessarily visually ripped I mean she's so small, and probably if you saw a big strong girl sleeping on a becnh you would start a fight with her to sort of punish her for defying you by looking cool, existing outside, I don't really know. Not even jealousy like "why does she get to be as strong as the rock" I don't really know, fear I guess. There was some stupid hope some stupid author had that all the homeless people in New York City would rise up and start a revolution, yeah right, yeah right, they would get put down so quickly unless everyone else started fighting the cops (the arm of the state) but would you? Or would you say oh they're just craay

[charcadett]

How about polly Brassius and Hassel with an s/o who is also an artist and an animator?

Oh YES! Poly headcanons with two of my favs, hell yeah. I wrote this as a poly triad, as in you’re all three daying each other. I hope that’s okay!

Poly Hassel and Brassius With Artist S/O

- It’s never dull with these two as your boyfriends, especially if you’re a fellow artist. Hassel wears his heart on his sleeve with a tendency to wax poetic. Brassius is eccentric and prone to dramatics, and their shared passion for art makes them a force to be reckoned with. Add you into that equation, and silence is a lost and forgotten concept. If you’re not lending an ear, you’re rambling yourself, Hassel and Brassius hanging on your every word.

- They are your biggest supporters. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. You could be working on a new project, an old project, or simply taking a break; Hassel and Brassius are cheering you on every step of the way. Whenever Hassel sees you, he will excitedly ask how your newest animation is coming along. Brassius is similarly supportive, although he tends to be absorbed in his own work. They both shower you with praise in affection whenever they see you. You’re practically drowning in it.

- Your name will get shortened into a nickname. Accept it. It’s inevitable. And also very likely to be cheesy. In regards to pet names, though, Brassius calls you “my muse,” “beloved,” and “my heart.” Hassel tends to go old-fashioned with “dear” and “love.”

- Communication is very important in your relationship. Where Brassius may take a bit of coaxing – he finds being vulnerable, especially regarding his personal struggles, an embarrassing endeavor – Hassel insists upon it. Once every few weeks, the three of you will sit down and discuss your relationship. What’s going well, what is the cause of some problems, and what can be done to help. Considering there aren’t usually any major issues, discussion tends to dissolve into date planning within fifteen minutes.

- Hassel and Brassius don’t currently live together. Not for lack of wanting to. It simply makes the most sense regarding their jobs. Hassel lives in Mesagoza to be close to the league and the school. Brassius lives in Artazon to be close to the Gym. You either switch between their houses or live separately. It’s up to you. Either way, be prepared for surprise visits from the two, together or separate. Despite their busy schedules, the three of you manage to spend a significant amount of time together, from visiting Hassel during his free period at the academy to cheering Brassius on during his Gym Battles.

- Sometimes, members of Hassel’s family come to visit. More specifically, a certain stubborn cousin. Brassius has slammed the door in their face several times. If Hassel’s around, he at least tries to be cordial, otherwise, they are nothing but a pest to him, and he treats them as such. You have never seen Hassel as angry as he was when you and Brassius finally told him about his cousin’s new and invasive tactic. While they never bother you again, you sometimes see them exiting the school in a huff. They take great pains to avoid you.

- As frustrating as this may be, some benefits come with Hassel’s family. Such as his spite-fueled use of the ancient dragon clan bank account.

- “Both of my muses in one place! How lucky a man am I?” Brassius says this whenever you and Hassel are in the same room. Every single time. Without fail. If there ever comes a day he doesn’t, take him to the hospital.

[silvermuffins]

Pokemon Scarlet liveblog!!! Part 5

I dunno if anyone's reading these but someday I might so we're still doing this.

now where was i? oh right. olives.

okay that's a weird bug....there's a little sprite of Flittle dancing around my screen....it relates to my camera positioning??? how do i get Rid of it

i am going to fly back to the school and show my dex to teacher and then fly back here to see if that fixes it

the flittle is still there at school. ....okay i THINK it's gone.

nope it's back when i go outside.....okay we're gonna save, close, and reopen!

there we go all better

you know, it'd be goofy if they like. Put a picture of Mew on the bottom of a truck model. Easter egg for those who could finagle a way to see it. Xylly the Kricketot has joined us.

Special tera Diglett! The fuck type is THAT? Fighting??? Dig is super effective...your hame is Hotdog and- that was rock. Huh!

fuck i keep tripping over Diglett as im trying to explore. ooh, found a Vespiquen, now I don't need to hunt for a female combee. You're Frank now, in lieu of other words.

Wanders about, exploring the orchard, kills a chewtle....ooh there's another special tera mon and it....is invisible. I can hear it sparkling. But I cannot....see it.

i fixed it. it's a Fletchling, fire tera....booooring you get that type anyway! Bronzor, tho, you're Dinnerplate. Finally got a Chewtle to name Faxly. Now we reach Cortondo!

We're gonna take a break for a minute to eat some punkin pie.

that turned into a break for the night. Back at it, now that England and the US have come in at a draw 0-0 but DAMN that was a good game.

Cortondo!

the usual shops....with a few new items! i should maybe doublecheck the stores in Artazon for different ingredients....

oh there's a really cool treehouse or something here. OH it's the arena.

man EVERY house here has a pool. okay quick artazon check then we return. ....alright i believe we just unlock additional stuff as we make progress. i do not have a flabebe to give this man.

aight let's tackle this gym. Nemona you're absolutely sneaking ahead of me just to play "wow weird coincidence" and we both know it. ....wait didn't you promise you'd battle me next time we met? now you're going back on it? we've only battled twice so far what's going on WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH NEMONA

ooooh olive soccer ig. steamrolls by. throws the ball over a fence. time to destroy Katy. oh what a swetie she is...alas I am OP. ....oh i get it....she has a BUGBEAR. i...am not gonna get tooh yes i will. oh the buggy hat is so cute!

SHE GAVE ME CUPCAKES

i've seen this man at school! I have seen him in the art room specifically i think. the fuck you mean he's E4?! I wasn't sure we were doing that this gen!

two artists in one generation huh....looks something up rq....noppe

anyway. how to answer his question....

"All paths lead to the Great Crater of Paldea"

all paths lead to the great crater

ALL PATHS LEAD TO THE GREAT CRATER holy shit i have Fears

oh Nemona is the youngest Champion in history? time to steal that from her. ....sir this conversation has made me very uneasy.

anyway back to class. oh Salvatore is A Guy. Possibly the most guy ever. aaaa he said mata ne i have feelings unrelated to pokemon (sayounara, mata ne!)

hassel is great at asking questions that make me nervous and also i don't know why but I feel a great deal of concern for him? hm. HEY we have Penny in class instead of Nemona for this one?!

anyway friendship time. i love the teachers so much. awah, Miriam...

okay, now then...where to next....maybe off to Iono's town??? I think that will work. I'm trying, here. Anyway, Tripto the Magnemite. The hell's a Varoom and where do I get one?

aaaaa i Continue On im nearly to Iono's city. OH Pebbles is evolving....i'm not getting it on the field? this one has like a classic evolution background... Tinkatuff! Found an office worker who is letting himself act like a child to relieve work stress.....this feels like a cry for help....and a guy wanting to be like the wind which gives me mata ne-related feels. Those who know me well know what I mean.

Awright Levincia here we are! Ooh, Grimer. You'll be Bort. Hey, a Kirlia! idt I got a Ralts before but I'mma need two anyway! oh shit, oops. Right, gonna need some luck with a quick ball then. doot, your name is Duck. ROTOM you're gonna be Prodro.

The usual food shops...OH and a sushi place! Hat shop, shoe shop, are these gonna be all the standard accessory shops? ooh one is a bit higher end. Too rich for my blood. Oh, and a fancy restaut=rant. All the big cities are so big.

Running around Levincia's skyscrapers is uncomfy. I think it's because of all the capitalism.

Now the other side of the city....oooh, Chinese food place. Once again confirming that POkemon are dietary staples, with a pickled Toedscool dish.

I got a bag that looks like bones!!!

Now we head in to do this gym thing. Nemona I am going to steamroll you. She's got something called a Crocalor.... Croc. Calor is hot. Thaaat's a Starter. That animation....she can't control her Tera orb well? Almost looked scared of it for a second... ...Nemona. Nemona what would challenging me again literally right now change? It wasn't even close. Nemona I am begging you please stop assuming I want to just battle you 24/7 that's unhealthy.

Anyway let's go handle Iono.

WHY IS CLAVELL HERE

oh my god

y'know if i were a viewer i think iono's streams would bore or annoy me very quickly. thankfully i am neither! and these gym trainer battles are going to tell Iono exactly how I'm gonna beat her: mud shot spam.

Oh her Bellibolt is actually kinda scary idk what its ability does...and it's beefy, too. Okay, recalculate. That's a clean switch, Salt Cure will take it down while I revive Pebbles... Ooh, she has a Mismagius, huh? Those have levitate, right? That's fine, i have Smack Down. ...Oh. Oh Sotero can't take two hexes and won't outspeed...okay Jupe, take over, OH COME ON WHY IS HEX SO POWERFUL. Do I have NOTHING that can do this??? Maybe if I use Scoots or Daya... we're gonna try Scoots. Okay, Scoots can take multiple hexes.

That was annoying.

oh hey that's Miss First Champion, isn't it? Geeta! Chairwoman of the league...

The last League Chair i dealt with was a megalomaniac with a messiah complex, you know. Please don't be like him.

alright back to school, there's classes and probably friendship available....i oughta check for new sandwich ingredients and such, too!

i have midterms?!

doo de doo classes....oh hey Arven's in Art with me this time...oh so there IS a way to change a pokemon's tera type!

doing some friendship before the exams. awww Dendra.....and i just adore Saguaro....oh no he has other fans...oh no he felt pressured and went for the spicy sandwich...OH oh aaaaa i love this this is so cute. don't worry professor i am here for you!! i will protect you

who dat??? in Hassel's event???? she's dressed like a superhero....

okay! midterms!

back to cortondo after the literal blood sweat and tears poured into midterms on fani's part. we heading north now. And....wait the map says theres an eevee here somewhere

gave up on the eevee, found a Capsakid. gonna call you Choods.

wanders along.....man i thought i saw a person with a picnic table.....oh well i can BE the person with the picnic table.

whyyyyy do my sandwiches always have weird slopes that destroy my plan by yeeting my ingredients into the ether.

I FINALLY GOT AN EGG!

now there's a tera Buizel....ice type, I like it. Crit capture, you're Spink from now on!

ohhhh we gonna have to play dodgeball to get to the next titan. boy howdy i can see it from here.

made it up without even getting on Koraidon or getting hit once! Bombirdier? It's...it's a stork.....oh my god are the bombs babies

okay so it powered up and then i OHKO'd it....with Nuzzle. And then the moon went flying into place.

arven why do you hate koraidon so much??? oh wait, no, you're tsunning. !! Koraidon learned Surf! well, not the battle move. but i don't need to fear water now.

arven what is going on??? do you have miraidon or something???

DOG. HE HAS SICK DOG? or old dog.....oh no....baby....

oh no this is gonna be something like the family dog was more of a parent to him than his mom was....but the dog's old and he's scared and lonely.....and he resents Koraidon because mom's research kept her away. something like that????

dog is hurt oh no....oh no did KORAIDON hurt him???

;A; ARVEN, BABY.... WE'RE GONNA SAVE YOUR DOG

once again, sada....how do you KNOW

aha HERE'S flabebe. I need two of these. Names of Morley and Kad. wait, technically i don't need two, I realize as I throw a second ball and crit capture...

don't think i should jump off this cliff til koraidon can scale it but....i see another lid thing? in yellow this time...fuck it let's go see. This one has the ruinous sword.

oh shit, electric tera jolteon! I think i want that? ....EXCEPT IT'S LEVEL 50. I need to get out of here!

wheew. Got Boydey the Numel tho. Gonna get a Bombirdier, name it Pachetti. FUCK i muscle memory killed it. Will ned to find a new one.

The superhero clothes are back and on someone else, turns out they're for dragon tamers!

i think I am about done for the night. I accomplished a lot!

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 129

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,050ish

Summary: The separate teams prepare for the battle against Thanos. (gifs aren’t mine)

Y/N was standing in front, staring at space as it whizzed by, when Tony came over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear, pulling her closer.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony whispered.

“How I’m suppose to be prepared for something, but I have no idea what,” Y/N whispered.

“The fate of the universe is not on you.”

“But it is, Tony… and there’s—“

“No.” He quickly, yet carefully, turned Y/N around to face him. “This is not on you.” His hands held Y/N’s face to look at him. “Whatever happens is not your fault.”

“You can’t say that. We don’t know what will happen yet.”

“You’re right, we don’t. But I will not let you feel the way you are feeling. And I promise, that I will not let anything happen to you.”

“I’m not worried about me… I’m worried about everyone else… it’s too much… it’s all too much…” 

Her eyes were tearing up, and this was all breaking Tony’s heart. He pulled her into his chest, cradling her head. It was killing him to see her like this, but he really didn’t know how to fix it. Tony didn’t understand exactly what Y/N needed to do, and he was coming to the conclusion that she didn’t either.

The two could feel the engines begin to slow. With Tony keeping an arm around Y/N, the two looked through the large window. The ship was approaching a planet. Peter and Dr. Strange joined the couple by the window.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asked.

“I think we’re here,” Strange replied.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function,” Tony said, looking around. He left Y/N’s side, waving Peter over to where he was going. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Yep, got it,” Peter responded, quickly following Tony’s directions as Tony put one of his arms in it as well.

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta to move at the same time.”

“Okay. Okay. Ready.” Out the window, Y/N could see that the ship was heading straight for the center of some wreckage. “We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!!”

Tony tapped his reactor, armoring up. “Y/N! Get over here!”

Before Y/N could reach Tony’s side, the ship clipped a piece of rumble on the planet, throwing Y/N to the side. Peter has his helmet come up as Dr. Strange stepped between them, creating a shield for the rough landing. As the ship, shook and plowed through the dirt, Y/N portaled herself over to Tony. She wrapped her arms around him to keep steady, only for them both to be thrown to the ground. Parts of the ship flew off before it finally came to a stop. Tony’s helmet disappeared as he searched Y/N for any injuries. He quickly noticed that her breathing was fast and her eyes were clenched shut.

“Honey, honey,” Tony called. “You’re okay. Hey, look at me. Look at me.” She shakily looked up at Tony from her position curled up into his side. “We are safe. You are okay. You’re not hurt. Right?”

“I… I’m… o-okay…” Y/N stuttered softly.

“You haven’t had something like that in awhile.” Tony sighed before kissing her head. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise.” Dr. Strange came over and helped them up. “You alright?” Tony asked Strange, who nodded. “That was close. I owe you one.”

“Let me just say,” Peter started, descending from above like a spider, “if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry.”

Tony pointed at Peter. “I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?”

���I'm trying to say that... something is coming.”

Suddenly, a grenade rolled into view and the foursome was thrown back as it fired an energy pulse. Three beings appeared in the doorway.

“THANOS!” A blue man yelled. 

He flung a blade at Dr. Strange, who deflected it with a mystical shield and in return his cloak smothered the man’s face, throwing him to the floor. Y/N and Tony were quickly on their feet. One of the men went straight for Tony. They have a brief dogfight until a magnetic disc pinned Tony face first to a structure. An alien woman came up from behind Y/N, putting her hands on her head, entering her mind.

“Sleep,” the alien woman commanded. Y/N dropped to the floor, unconscious. 

“Y/N!” Tony shouted.

The alien walked towards Peter, who was crawling back frantically. “AH!” Peter exclaimed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Please don’t put your eggs in me!”

Peter shot a web at Mantis in a panic, pinning her arms to her body just before the man that attacked Tony flew at him feet-first, kicking him away.

“Stay down, clown!” The man ordered.

The man fired at Spider-man, who extended his spider legs and leapt away. Peter couldn’t get far before an electric-like cord wrapped around him and his six new legs. It set him rolling across the deck.

“Die, blanket of death!” The blue man cried, struggling with he cloak.

Tony pulled free of the magnet and stepped on the blue man’s torso. The cloak pulled free as soon as Tony had the man securely under his foot. The other man had Spider-Man in a head-lock, gun pointed at his head. Dr. Strange had a musical shield up and stood ready to attack. The alien woman struggled to her feet, still covered with webbing.

“Ugh…” Y/N groaned, slowing sitting up while holding her head. 

“Y/N,” Tony called. “Are you—“

“Alright, everybody stay where you are!” The man holding Spider-Man in a headlock ordered. “Chill the F out.” The man powered off his helmet. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

Tony hid his helmet as well. “Yeah, I'll do you one better,” Tony responded. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” The man beneath Tony’s foot fired back.

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak,” the man holding Spider-Man threatened.

“Let's do it!” Tony responded, extending a nano-tech canon at the blue man. “You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!”

“Do it, Quill! I can take it!” The blue man exclaimed.

“No, he can’t take it!” The alien woman replied.

“She’s right,” Dr. Strange said. “You can’t.”

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is?” Quill continued. “That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” He looked at Spider-Man. “Starting with you.”

“Stop!” Y/N yelled, freezing everyone in place. She stood up. “No one is killing anyone!”

“Why can’t I—“

“She’s controlling us,” the alien woman stated. “She’s extremely powerful.”

“Wait, what? Thanos?” Dr. Strange questioned, realizing what Quill had said. “Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve?” Quill repeated. “What am I supposed to say? “Jesus”?"

“You’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri.”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit. What are you hasseling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Spider-Man questioned.

“With Thanos?!” Quill repeated. “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl- Wai- who are you?”

Spider-Man’s helmet disappeared. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien woman stated.

“Thor,” Y/N breathed out, still keeping everyone in place. 

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Quill responded. “Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Dr. Strange asked.

“With our other friends, going to make a weapon,” the woman responded.

“Y/N, you can let us go know,” Tony said. 

With a deep breath, Y/N let everyone be free. They all moved to standing positions, Tony beside Y/N.

“So you’re Y/N?” The woman walked up to her. “Thor mentioned you.”

“Really?” Y/N questioned.

“He said you were powerful,” Quill stated. “But he also said you were on Earth.”

“Yeah, guess not all Thor says is true.”

“Star-Lord, by the way,” Quill introduced himself.

“Right,” Tony nodded. “I’m Iron Man. This is Dr. Strange and Spider-Man.” He pointed to the others he introduced.

“I’m Drax,” the blue man said.

“And I’m Mantis,” the alien woman added.

“Okay, now that introductions are out of the way,” Tony started, “let’s go see what’s out there.”

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Tony led her, and the others, towards an opening in the ship. The planet outside had clearly been through something war-like, and there was no sign of life anywhere. Star-Lord went down on one knee, getting out some sort of device.

“The heck happened to this planet?” He wondered. “It’s eight degrees off its axis.” He stood up. “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” Y/N commented, looking at Mantis who was jumping joyfully high up in the air behind Star-Lord.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us,” Tony stated. “We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.” Drax then choose this time to yawn. “Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan.”” Drax replied.

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.”

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do,” Star-Lord responded.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Spider-Man asked.

“Kick names, take ass,” Mantis answered, meekly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Drax agreed.

Tony paused, looking deeply hopeless. Quietly, Y/N’s breathing hitched as her head started buzzing. Thankfully, Tony didn’t notice to worry about it.

“Alright, just get over here, please,” Tony continued. “Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“‘Mr. Lord’,” Star-Lord repeated with a chuckle. “Star-Lord is fine.” He motioned Drax and Mantis to come closer.

“We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—“

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe,” Drax urged.

“A dance-off?” Y/N repeated, trying to ignore the buzzing.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing,” Star-Lord stuttered.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Spider-Man wondered.

“Exactly like Footloose! Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was.”

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony told Peter.

“Okay.”

“We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Star-Lord repeated. “By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human.” He pointed at Y/N, Tony, and Parker. “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.”

“Excuse me,” Mantis nervously interrupted. “But… does your friend often do that?”

Everyone looked in the direction Mantis was pointing. Floating slightly above the ground, was Dr. Strange clearly using the Time Stone. Strange was cross-legged with green energy forming circular patterns around his forearms. His eyes were closed and his head jerked rapidly from side to side, blurring. The others went to his side. 

As Y/N grew closer, a green strand of energy slowing touched her head. She froze and her eyes shone green. Everyone was too busy with Strange to notice though. Her vision quickly changed. It was dark at first, but slowly each of the Stones shined on a gauntlet. The fingers snapped and her field of vision was suddenly filled with people screaming and disappearing into ash. She looked around for anyone she knew, no one was recognizable. 

Quickly, the setting changed. She was standing on a war-torn battle, that was vaguely familiar. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people and aliens were battling each other. She recognized many of those people as her family, her friends. They were dirty, bloody, and clearly fighting for their lives. Y/N looked around to see Thanos fighting herself.

“In five years time, the final battle will commence,” the Stones gravely voice filled her ears. “This is where you will be needed… If you try to stop what happens here today, we will stop you.”

Outside Y/N’s mind, Tony had made his was to Strange.

“Strange, we alright?” Tony wondered. Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. “You’re back. You’re alright.” Tony steadied him.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange Panted. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

“How many did you see?” Star-Lord wonders.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?” Tony asked.

Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, almost sad like. Before looking past him at Y/N. “One.”

Everyone turned to look where Strange was looking. Y/N was still standing, with green eyes and green energy encircling her head. Tony rushed over, grasping Y/N by the arms.

“Y/N!” Tony called, trying gently to shake her out of whatever was happening. “Come on, honey. Push through!”

~~~

The quinjet ride to Wakanda was full of silent tension, silent worry. No one knew what exactly was coming, or how to stop it.

“Drop 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve instructed, walking up behind Sam who was piloting.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said. “Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

From the looks of it, they were heading straight for the trees. But as the quinjet continued on, the tree were revealed to be a camouflage force field and the grand city of Wakanda appeared. Once they landed, Steve and Natasha exited first, with Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam behind them.

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve stated as he reached out to shake T’Challa’s.

T’Challa shook Steve’s hand before looking at Bruce. “Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa said, waving for Bruce to stop. “So how big of an assault can we expect?” T’Challa turned around and the team began following after him.

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce answered, trying to push his way closer to the front.

“How we looking?” Nat asked.

“You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T’Challa trialed off, as Bucky walked up to the others.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky joked. With smiles on their faces, Steve and Bucky shared a hug.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” he replied with a smile. “Have you… uh, have you heard from Y/N?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Steve shook his head and sighed. “But I have heard she’s been sneaking around with you and Stark. You’re going to have to tell me all about it as soon as this is through.”

Bucky let out a light laugh. “As long as you buy the beer.”

~~~

Leaving Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam to watch from outside, the rest went and met Shuri in her lab. Vision laid down on an exam table while Shuri used her technology to create a hologram projection of the Mind Stone above him. Bruce was on the other side of the table, watching her very movement. 

“Whoa. The structure is polymorphic,” Shuri stated.

“Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” Bruce told her.

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” Shuri asked. Vision turned to Bruce, seemingly asking the same thing with his eyes.

“Because, we didn’t think of it,” Bruce answered with uncertainty. 

“I’m sure you did your best,” Shuri reassured with a smile. 

“Can you do it?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “It will take time, brother.”

“How long?” Steve asked, stepping closer to them.

“As long as you can give me.” 

A chime went off and Okoye quickly projected a hologram globe into her palm. “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” Okoye informed.

“Hey, Cap, we got a situation here,” Sam warned over the comms. 

Almost as soon as his words ended, a forcefield formed over the city. Bucky and Sam watched as alien vessels landed outside the barrier. One of them tried to go through, getting destroyed.

“Gosh, I love this place,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys,” Rhodey warned. “We got incoming outside the dome.”

The landing vessels emitted shock waves and debris, destroying the forest. The Captain and the King looked at each other, both deeply concerned. Vision struggled to sit up and slide off the exam table, holding onto his side.

“It’s too late,” he said. “We need to destroy the stone now.”

“Vision, get your ass back on the table,” Nat demanded.

“We will hold them off,” T’Challa stated as he and his guards started for the door. 

Steve turned to Wanda. “Wanda, as soon as the stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” He instructed.

“I will,” Wanda replied.

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures,” T’Challa commanded. He stopped before fully exiting the room, turned, and pointed to Steve. “And get this man a shield.”

Steve looked out the window, watching the ships crash land outside the barrier. He couldn’t help but wonder what all this had to do with his sister exactly. But there was a bigger question than that in his mind, a more important question.

“Where the hell are you, Y/N?” He whispered to himself.

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Dec 21st, Monday 19:49

They had just finished the dessert, Aaron talking about his grandmother’s horrible duck cooking accident from years ago, when that became a family classic joke. Much to everyone’s amusement listening to it now. Jens laughed with them, before he remembered what he had sworn himself do do before the night would arrive. Perhaps it was a bad idea, but at the same time, it could just be as easily taken in and written off, like it had been in Utrecht. Lucas sat next to him., Picking the last pieces of fruit from his plate. They had talked about it for the twenty minutes they had escaped up to their room before dinner.

Jens had decided to do it. This shouldn’t be hard. It wasn’t the first time.

So he cleared his throat from the end of the table, that he sat at, all eyes turning towards him. The group was as puzzled as they were suddenly curious, when they waited for him to speak up. For the briefest moment he wanted to simply blame an not-existent lump in his throat. Would have been easy to shrug them off. 

Instead he straightened his back and got up to follow through with the plan. This was awkward right? But to stay sat on his seat felt wrong.

„Okay, so the last two days were great, but also a goddamn hassel, to be honest.“ He proclaimed with a soft smile on his lips, while he nervously combed through his hair. He obviously didn’t meant that the time spent with his friends had had it downsides. Well maybe, he did. „Because I really came here to relax and enjoy christmas and just...“ He quickly paused, the stares settling into the back of his mind. Was it a good idea to let the anxious voice tell him it was a real stupid idea from the start? 

„What I’m trying to say is, that you need to know something.“

Alright. This definitely furthered the curiousity, now tenfold, as everyone even put their forks and phones down. All attention focused in on him. 

„Okay. What is it?“ Luca said first, Milan next to her definitely figuring out where this was heading, as he grinned in encouragement. Nodding at Jens to continue. 

„Ehem...“

„Yes?“

„So, I’m... I’m...“

Sander hit his forehead, briefly letting everyone glance over at him. But he close to immediately apologised, to gesture back to the stumbling mess that Jens was, Why was it that hard? His friends wouldn’t judge. They wouldn’t mind. Yet, he couldn’t shake the tension off. It was quite frustrating.

„Bro, you got a stroke?“ Moyo of course speaking his unfiltred mind, looked at Jens with irritation. He loved him as much as he hated him for it. Right now it made Jens snort, before he remembered again why he had started to talk in the first place.

Helplessly his eyes wandered off to his side, looking at Lucas, gently pleading for him to tell them instead.

„Seriously?“ Lucas inquired. That wasn’t part of the plan, but Jens feared he may just give up right here and now. His boyfriend sighed softly, nonetheless mouthing a toneless „Okay“, before he turned around to face the group of friends. All eyes now on Lucas.

„Well, what our beloved Jens here tries to say is...“ The younger boy paused in the realisation of ten pairs of eyes stuck to his words. „Fuck.“ Lucas suddenly declared, just as he started laughing. The curse rather uncharachteristically for him. Maybe Jens was rubbing off on him already. However that unfortunately wasn’t much of help at all. Someone remind him why he was so madly in love with Lucas? Though the sheer amusement in his boyfriend’s face, letting Jens’s heart beat faster in his chest, probably was reason enough. Damn him.

„I can’t either.“ Lucas managed to get over his lips, as he looked back at Jens, who himself cackled in turn. What a mess they were. Apparently Sander agreed on that, stitting grining next to Robbe, who himself lost it. Robbe covering his mouth behind both his hands.

„Wow, guys, honestly?“ Sander said with a shook his head. His amusment not diminished by the fact that neither Jens nor Lucas had gotten anywhere closer to their coming out.

„Okay, okay!“ Jens shouted over the laughs, that confused anyone who hadn’t been in on their secret relationship by now. Tghey were his group of friends. In the end it really should be him talking. He smirked down at Lucas, while he stretched out his hand, in a silent gesture for the younger boy to take it. This time very much visible on top of the table. Lucas did, their fingers interwining perfectly, out of habit almost. This was what they did right? To give support. To show to be there for each other. No matter what.

„Lucas and me, we are together.“

Dead silence.

One could have heard a pin drop to their feet.

„You are joking right?“ Moyo asked gobsmacked, gaping at them in sheer disbelief. He didn’t hold it against his friend, after years of practically talking in awful detail about his female conquests and romantic interests. It was instantly followed by Zoë asking the one thing everyone was wondering about. „If you actually mean that, since when?“

„Like the second he walked into our school.“ Jens confidently explained, earning him a smack by his boyfriend to his right. He grinned very proudly, while winking at Lucas over the cheesy line. It always managed to get the younger boy flustered.

„Not far off, but it took like a week longer. I’m not that easy to wow“ Lucas said, as if that was doing him anysort of favour. Jens was pretty sure, if they would have made out on day one, nothing would have changed for them in the long run. Lucas had fallen just as fast for the older boy, like Jens had in turn.

„If it helps you sleep at night to believe that.“ Jens teased, but dully noted that he still had all their friends watching. This was very much different from them two having a house mostly to themselfes. So he quickly tried to continue. „That would be two month almost. We didn’t really set a date, we just kinda were boyfriends one day.“

Lucas agreed with a strong nod. They may as well have been together since their fingers hold onto each other in a silent moment of an early, rainy sunday.

„That reminds me.“ 

Without much more planed to say, he pulled Lucas up from his seat. The chair scraping across the floor, when his boyfriend lost his balance for the tiniest moment, instantly caught by Jens. His right hand pulled Lucas’s face close, only to bring their lips together and kiss him relentless. He was very proud of his smooth safe, after having feared to see Lucas fall to the floor. Like this he got to taste the wine on his boyfriend’s tounge and the fingers digging into the skin of his neck.

„God. I wanted to do this for weeks.“ Jens gently said as they pulled apart, his eyes only knowing Lucas’s blue ones staring back at him entranced.

„Kiss me? We literally did that an hour ago.“

„Yes, but no. I mean infront of everyone. I just...“ 

Just what? Jens wasn’t sure. A little happy to finally show off his beautiful boyfriend? Perhaps to show the happiness he got from having him? It all seemed not deep enough, for the profound love he felt at the moment.

„Want the world to see us?“ Lucas provided, with a glint in his eyes, that may turned his comment into a light quib at Jens’s usual cheesy flirtations. But he wouldn’t allow Lucas the pleasure of getting him flustered for once. So he leaned his forehead against Lucas’s and closed his eyes.

„Yes. Something like that.“

Both boys quietly chuckling under their breath.

Only broken by at least three voices shouting at them, flabbergasted.

„What the fuck?!“

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The Road So Far (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Y/n Winchester and her two older brothers go to the small town of Riverdale for a case, and meets Sweet Pea on tbe way.

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2006

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

Sweet Pea handed Sam the drinks, and you stepped inside. "Dean." You said. He reluctantly gave you his gun that he was hiding behind him. "C'mon dude." You put the gun on the table as he closed the door.

You and Sam sat down at a small table and started eating. "So, what's up with Mr. Nice Guy?" He teased.

You smiled and looked down at your food. "I don't know. Almost everybody seems afraid of him, but he's been nothing but nice to me. I asked around about him to see if he's a player, but everyone says that he's scary or that he's loyal."

"Why do people think he's scary?"

Mm, probably because he's in a gang, and has a neck tattoo, and rides a motorcycle, and is known for hating the Northside, and his name is Sweet Pea." He stared at you, amused. "But I'm just guessing. Could be wrong."

"So it's like he's a scary mafia leader who's respected by his people but feared by everybody else, and also protects his girl and treats her right despite everybody's warning about him to her."

You sat there in silence, taking in the truth that he was saying. "I don't see the comparison at all." You said quietly, picking at your food while Sam laughed.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sweet Pea were having a conversation that was not as lighthearted. "What's your game here?"

"What?" Sweet Pea asked nervously.

"Why are you trying to get into my little sister's pants? Don't think I don't know the kind of guy you are."

"I'm really not trying anything bad." Although Dean was tall, Sweet Pea was still taller, and Dean hated the fact that he had to look up in order to face him.

Dean didn't believe him. "You know we won't be here for much long right? A week max, and the three of us will be on the road together, just like it's always been."

"Yeah, and she deserves more than that." He stepped closer, gaining some new found confidence to the Winchester. "She should be enjoying the things that's in front of her, not just saying 'Who cares, I'm gonna be gone soon' like she has been. She deserves a life, and she's not getting that."

Dean looked away and wiped his mouth with his hand in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe the hunting life wasn't for you. "Look, if I see or hear about you trying anything with her-"

"You'll shoot me?" He asked, some of his confidence gone.

"Oh, no, I'll be standing right next to you watching while she shoots you." He smiled at patted him hard on the back, going back inside.

"So, how'd it go?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Where's my food?" You and Sam looked at each other. If he avoided the question, that meant that he came to a conclusion he didn't like.

You silently put his food in front of him on the table, and he pulls up a chair to eat. "Oh, by the way," you said. "After dinner I'm gonna go out to Fox Forest with a few other people from school. They have a lead."

"Sure, as long as we tag along." Dean didn't look up from his food.

"What? No." You whined. "It's fine, I can handle myself."

"And what about your friends?" Sam caught on to Dean's bitter tone. He understood that Dean didn't like it that you were attaching yourself a little too much to a town that you will be leaving.

"They've been in a lot of dangerous situations before. Jughead and Betty have caught this kid's murderer, a serial killer, and have figured out a lot of sketchy crap that goes on in this town. They're good at solving mysteries, and have stayed alive in the process."

Sam looked from you to Dean. "That's... actually impressive."

Dean ignored all of that. "Jughead? What kind of a name is Jughead?"

Your face fell. "Is that all you got from that?" He sheepishly looked at you. "I'm going. Don't worry, if anything happens I'll call. Promise."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Fine."

You hugged Dean, to which he grumbled and hugged you back. You then took the pie out of the bag and opened the packaging, handing Dean a plastic fork and kissed him on the top of the head in a fun manner, ruffling his hair. "It's cherry."

A small smile came onto his face as he excepted your rare, playful love. You put on your jacket, put your knife in your pocket, and headed out. "Love you guys."

"Love you too." They both called out as you close the door.

You then head out to Fox Forest, meeting with the other three. You all search around, finding nothing for a while. Once you're deep into the forest, you found some tents. "Hey guys." You said. "Over there."

We all hid, trying to see whether someone would come out or not. Someone did. "It's a Ghoulie." Sweet Pea whispered, with Jughead nodding.

"A Ghoulie?"

"It's a rival gang." Betty explained. You breathed out a small laugh. Until they shifted into their true form. You were hoping that this stake out was going to be false, but that wasn't the case. "Oh my God." Betty whispered.

You took out your phone, quickly calling Dean. "Who are you calling?" Jughead whispered harshly.

"My brothers. Trust me."

As he answered, Jughead ended the call. "No. That won't help."

"Let's all just go before they see us." You said. "We need to think about what to do next." They all agreed, swiftly leaving.

The four of you stood in the cold near the bridge. "Okay, I need to process this." Jughead said. "We'll all meet up tomorrow to talk about what we're going to do."

Jughead and Betty left together, leaving you and Sweet Pea alone. "Hey, you okay?" He gently touched your arm.

"Uh, yeah. Still processing. Are you?"

"I'm a little freaked by it, but we have to do something so I guess I should try to be calm right now. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

You both got to the motel, and you stopped him from leaving. "Wait." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop. You then take off the ring you've been wearing. "Here."

He smiled at it and put it on, taking off his dog tag and putting it on you. "I know this was a scary ass night, but I'm still not letting you get away from me. Hope you feel better."

You blankly stated at him before giving him a light hug. "Thank you. I hope you feel better too." He then took off.

You put the dog tag underneath your shirt and went inside. "So," Dean said from his bed. "How'd it go? You called me but hung up right after."

"Heh," you nervously laughed. "So funny story-"

"You saw the werewolves." He uncrossed his arms. You nodded. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We decided to figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Damnit y/n." He sighed.

"I thought it would be a dead end." You defensively said. "I didn't know that they actually knew what they were doing."

He scooted over. "Well go to sleep. We have to go to school tomorrow."

The next day at school you prayed to Chuck that Sam and Dean wouldn't do anything while you were at school. It was then that there was an announcement that you, Betty, Jughead and Sweet Pea were to go to the principal's office. Damn you Chuck.

The four of you were all sitting down in Mr. Weatherbee's office, and as soon as the principal left your two giant brothers came in. "Aren't they your brothers?" Jughead asked.

"I wish I could say no." You gave them an embarrassed look.

"Hi." Sam said. "I'm special agent Hoff. This is my partner, special agent Hassel."

You let out a snort. "I'm sorry, is there something funny?" Dean asked.

"Wow guys, that's good. Special agents Hassel and Hoff. David Hasselhoff. Nice."

Dean sighed. "Really?"

"Dean cut the crap, they know what they saw."

"You two aren't agents." Betty stated.

Sam sighed. "Y/n's right Dean. They're smarter that they look."

Jughead leaned in his seat. "Why would you two have different last names when we know that you were brothers?"

Your two brothers were silent. Dean then looked at you. "You wanna give your smart ass friends the hunter's talk?"

You looked down. "Not really." You felt Sweet Pea stare at you, but you refused to look at him. He'd want to stay far away from you now, you were sure of it.

Sam and Dean finished explaining everything. The three teenagers sitting next to you were staring at you. You kept your gaze on the floor. "So that's why you all have to stay away from that place." Dean said. "At least until we take care of them."

"No." Betty said.

"Wha- were you not just listening to what they were saying?!" You exclaimed.

"You need more people, because knowing the Ghoulies, the whole gang's probably werewolves."

"Betty's right." Jughead nodded. "Strength in numbers. You need the Serpents."

"Serpents?" Dean looked at you for answers. You put two fingers to your neck pulse. He understood that you were talking about Sweet Pea's tattoo. He huffed. "This ain't some game for kid 'gangs'."

"The Serpents aren't a kiddy gang," Jughead protested. "They're a family. And my dad is the serpent king."

You knew it was supposed to be serious, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny. "Well shit." You said, smiling. "This town is so weird, and I love it."

"Y/n, you can't be serious." Sam said.

"Well, we have to take out a big nest. You heard them, there's about 70 Ghoulies. We need all the help we can get." You then turned to Sweet Pea. "Doesn't your gang have a law about unity or something?" You cocked your head, a smile on your face.

He nodded, feeling pumped up. "In unity, there is strength."

"In unity, there is strength." Betty and Jughead echoed.

Dean huffed. "Fine, I'll call Cas."

"I'll call Crowley." You perked up.

"No." Both your brothers said.

"Why?" You whined. "He's changed. Now that he's got human blood in him, he's good. And he has a soft spot for me. Admit it." They didn't respond. "Silence is acceptance. I'll call him right now."

"Who's Crowley?" Sweet Pea asked. "And Cas?"

"Um, they'll probably introduce themselves when they get here." As Dean left the room to call Castiel, you shifted towards Sweet Pea. "Hey, uh, I get it if you don't want to talk to me anymore. People usually stay away when they find out I'm a hunter."

"Are you kidding?" Sweet Pea asked with a smile. "You're a total badass superhero! That just makes me want to spend more time with you."

You gave him a huge grin. "Really?"

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He began to lean in, and your lips were about to touch before Sam cleared him throat. "You should call Crowley now."

You felt heat spread on your face as you nodded, taking out your phone and calling The King 😈. He put that as his contact on your phone.

"Hey Crowley. Whatcha doin'?"

...

"Sounds boring. So, I was wondering if you'd wanna help out on a case. Please?"

...

"No, not demons. Werewolves. About 70 of them."

...

"As soon as Cas is here, so about two days."

...

"Perfect! You're the best Crowley."

...

"Don't get too cocky on me now. I'll let you know when he comes. Bye!"

You then hung up the phone. "He's coming!" You happily said. "So while we wait on Cas, we have two days to help these Serpents to become a hunter."

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Cherry

Rated E, ~3,500 words

Summary:  When Finn dumps her because he's sick of dating a virgin, Clarke asks Bellamy to take her virginity instead. Written for the 2019 kink meme.

Clarke huffs, blowing out the single candle on the table in front of her in annoyance. Finn left twenty-minutes ago, but she’s half been expecting him to come back and apologise and beg her to take him back. She wants to think that if he did, she’d be strong enough to tell him to get fucked. But she knows she’d take him back. Not because she’s insanely in love with him or anything. Just because at this point, he’s her best chance at losing her virginity before she’s seventy.

And okay, she knows twenty-two isn’t that old. But she’s just so fucking horny all the time. Except, apparently, when Finn is about to fuck her. They’ve been dating two months, and Clarke realises that that’s a long time for a guy to wait for sex in this day and age. And she wants to have sex. She really wants to have sex. She’ll be making out with Finn on the couch, sure for a second that she’s ready. But the second his pants come off, she freaks out. She supposes she can’t really blame him for walking out this time.

There’s a knock at the door, and Clarke perks up. She knows it’s not Finn. That ship had sailed when she read his tweet three minutes ago.

@finncoolins: note 2 all my fellow men: virgins r not wrth the hassel

Yeah, real classy. She’s beginning to think she’s well shot of him.

It’s Bellamy at the door. She’d texted him just after she read the tweet. He’s her go to for relationship advice, seeing as he’s twelve years older than her and claims he’s been through it all already. He hit on her, the first day she moved in across the hall from him. She thought maybe he’d take her virginity. She was only eighteen then, and it seemed like less of a big deal, but still something she was very interested in doing. Especially with her hot neighbour. But then he found out how old she was and quickly backed off, inserting himself into the role of somewhere between “caring older brother” and “snarky but supportive best friend.”

“How’d it go?” he asks as soon as Clarke opens the door.

“He left,” Clarke says, trying not to seem too upset about it. “He wanted to skip the dinner and wine and go straight to the sex and I tried, I really tried! But I couldn’t do it. Then he said he was done waiting around and to have fun being a virgin forever.” Clarke can’t keep the tremble out of her voice this time, and within an instant, Bellamy is pulling her into his arms, crushing her to his chest.

“Hey,” he coos. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Finn is an idiot anyway. You deserve someone who would wait years for you. And you have plenty of time to lose your virginity.”

Clarke breathes in the scent of him, that distinct manly smell of the cologne he always uses. It does something to her, that smell. Makes her insides all gooey, her knees go weak, her heart race. That, plus the feel of his muscular arms wrapped around her tiny body, and him calling her sweetheart, is enough to make her head go fuzzy, and she completely forgets about Finn for a minute. Yeah, she might have a tiny crush on Bellamy. Too bad it will never go anywhere.

Bellamy breaks the hug, keeping his hands on her shoulders as he looks down at her.

“You okay?”

Clarke nods. Apart from being hornier now than when Finn was kissing her earlier, she’s fine.

“Do you want some food?” She gestures to the table where she has a fruit platter and an antipasto platter neatly arranged.

“Well, since you went to all the trouble,” Bellamy smiles at her. She leads him to the table and sits down across from him. She’d eaten most of the strawberries while she was waiting for Finn to arrive, hoping the supposed aphrodisiac would get her in the mood. Bellamy reaches for a cherry, not breaking eye contact as he pops it into his mouth. The only cherry getting popped tonight, unfortunately.

She pours him a glass of red wine, and half the amount for herself. She’s more of a rose girl herself.

When she looks up from her glass, her averts his eyes quickly, turning slightly red, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He takes a couple of big gulps from his glass.

“What?” she asks.

Bellamy shakes his head. He takes another sip. “Nothing. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Clarke shrugs. “I feel foolish more than anything else. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex! I don’t get why I can’t just get over whatever dumb thing is in my head and just do it.”

“Maybe it’s because deep down you don’t trust him. Don’t feel comfortable with him. You can sense that he’s only after his own pleasure, doesn’t really care about yours,” Bellamy suggests.

Clarke swallows. Somehow, he’s managed to hit the nail on the head, without Clarke even knowing that’s what the problem was.

“But like I said, Finn is an idiot. To waste all this effort you went to, to make this evening special. The food, the candles, the wine. And you got all dressed up too,” Bellamy says, his eyes darting towards her cleavage for a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes. Clarke flushes. It’s not the first time she’s caught him looking at her like that. He’s always careful to keep somewhat of a wall between them, like maybe he knows about her huge crush on him and doesn’t want to lead her on. He’d never touch her, she knows that. But he still looks at her. She likes it when he looks at her.

“I bought this dress especially for tonight,” she tells him. She stands up, to show him. It’s tight, and black, and very low cut. She’s well aware that her tits are her best asset. But she’s also not shy about showing some leg, and the dress stops just above mid-thigh. Where Bellamy’s eyes currently rest. He drags them up to hers again. “And new panties too.”

“Well,” Bellamy says, his voice sounding a little strangled. “It’s a shame he never got to see them.”

“Do you think he thinks I’m ugly? That’s why he wouldn’t wait longer to have sex with me?” Clarke asks. She knows very well that’s not the case. She just wants Bellamy to tell her she’s pretty, that any man would be lucky to have her.

“Of course not, Clarke. He’d have to be blind to think that. You’re fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” Bellamy tells her. “You’re every man’s fantasy.”

Later tonight, after Bellamy is gone, she’ll press her vibrator to her clit and think about him calling her gorgeous. Except in her fantasy, he’ll be saying it with his cock between her thighs and his mouth on her neck.

Then she registers the next thing he said. Every man’s fantasy. Including his? Does he think about her when he touches himself at night, the way she does about him?

“Most men,” he corrects quickly, realising his slip up. He clears his throat, standing up abruptly. “I should probably go.”

Clarke bites her lip. “Will you stay and watch a movie with me? I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

Bellamy hesitates. Clarke bats her eyelashes at him, silently pleading for him to stay. He sighs.

“Okay. One movie.”

Clarke puts on Never Been Kissed, which is kind of apt, seeing as Clarke has Never Been Fucked. She curls up next to Bellamy, wishes he would let her sit on his lap, but she knows he’d never go for it. He puts her arm around her though, and Clarke snuggles into his side. She spends most of the movie fantasising about leaning down and sucking his dick. Or about him slipping his hand between her legs and teasing her until she can’t think straight. By the time the movie ends, she’s absolutely soaked. She’s sure he must be able to smell the arousal on her.

The credits roll, and Clarke pretends to be asleep, hoping he won’t want to wake her, and that will make him stay. She feels him shift, and his arm stays around her shoulders, but the other one slides under her knees, and then he’s lifting her from the couch and carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.

She opens her eyes, looking up at him, and he gives her a wry smile. “Did I wake you? Or were you pretending to be asleep?”

“Pretending,” Clarke admits. He doesn’t put her down until they reach her room.

“Time for bed,” he tells her. Clarke wishes he would come to bed with her.

“I want to get changed first. This dress is so uncomfortable. Will you unzip me?” She turns around, sweeping her hair over her shoulder to give him access to the zip. He steps up behind her, probably closer than necessary. He presses one hand to her waist as the other drags the zip down. His fingertips graze her ass as he pulls his hands away. An accident? Clarke glances over her shoulder at him. His jaw clenches.

“Thanks,” she says. She wriggles out of the dress and lets it fall to the ground. Bellamy says nothing as she reaches for the shirt she usually sleeps in, where it lies crumpled on the bed. She slips it over her head and turns around. It barely covers her sheer panties.

“Isn’t that my shirt?” Bellamy asks her. She looks down. She may have stolen this from him.

“Yes,” Clarke says, looking back up at him. “Do you mind?”

Bellamy shakes his head. “I should go,” he says, without conviction.

“Do I get a kiss goodnight?”

She expects him to roll his eyes at her, find her cute but amusing. Ruffle her hair and leave. But he steps even closer, leans down and presses a kiss against her cheek, lingering there much longer than necessary. Clarke turns her head slightly, and their lips are only a centimetre apart.

It’s Bellamy that closes the gap, and Clarke lets out a whimper as his mouth comes down on hers. His hands close around her waist, bunching her shirt up, and he pulls her against his chest. She can his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent. Her cunt throbs.

He pulls back, stroking her belly with his thumb through her shirt. He looks down, swallowing.

“Bell,” Clarke whispers. “I want you to be my first.”

“I know you do, baby,” Bellamy murmurs. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I want that too. But you’re so young. I feel like I’m taking advantage.”

“Isn’t that a little bit why you want me?” Clarke says. Bellamy squeezes his eyes shut, like he knows he’s been caught out. “Please, Bellamy. Show me how it feels. Tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Will you just?” he says. Clarke nods. Bellamy doesn’t break eye contact as he drops his hand from her waist and rests it on the outside of her thigh. Clarke’s heart thrums with anticipation as his fingers dance across her skin, towards her throbbing cunt. He presses the pads of two of his fingers against the wet patch on her panties.

“You’re dripping,” he says. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“You got yourself all wet, just for me. Didn’t you, sweetheart?” He presses harder, his fingers pressing through her panties and into her slit.

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl.” Clarke flushes, a new surge of wetness leaking from her pussy. Bellamy pulls his hand from between her legs, then guides her back until she’s sitting on the bed. She looks up at him, her big blue eyes waiting for him to tell her what comes next.

Bellamy drops to his knees in front of her, then lifts her shirt, his eyes focused on her see-through panties. “Are these the panties you bought for Finn?” Clarke nods. “How about you take them off huh? You don’t need to be reminded of him.”

“Okay,” Clarke says. She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She pauses, feeling suddenly nervous. She’s never shown herself to a man before.

“Come on, sweetheart. Show me that pretty pussy you’ve been saving for me, like a good girl.”

Clarke whimpers, lifting her ass from the bed so she can drag her soaked panties down. Bellamy takes them from her and tucks them into his pocket.

“Good girl,” he coos. His hands rest on her calves, stroking her lightly, his eyes on her exposed pussy. Clarke squirms under his heated gaze. “I like my girl better without panties anyway.”

“Your girl?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re my girl. That okay?”

Clarke nods shyly.

“You want me to eat you out? Get you nice and ready for my cock?” Bellamy asks her.

Clarke shakes her head. “I’m ready now.”

“Are you now?” Bellamy chuckles. “Let me see.” He slides his hands up her legs and she parts them for him. He puts his fingers to her sopping cunt, spreading her pussy lips and dipping a finger inside her, only slightly. He pulls his finger away, coated with her juices. Clarke’s eyes widen as he sucks it into his mouth. “Okay,” he says. “But I get to eat you out another time.”

Clarke nods eagerly, excited at the prospect that there already might be another time. Bellamy gets to his feet. He grabs the hem of her shirt. His shirt.

“Time for this to come off,” he tells her, pulling it upwards. Clarke lifts her arms so her can pull it off her. Then she’s naked in front of him. The most naked she’s ever been in front of a man. He looks down at her, appraising her body, and part of her feels like she should be embarrassed, but she loves the way his eyes rake over her, drinking her in.

He leans down to kiss her. “You are so beautiful,” he says. “I’m so happy I get to be your first.”

He takes his own shirt off then, and it’s erotic, the way his muscles move as he pulls it over his head and throws it aside. Then he’s undoing his jeans, and Clarke’s heart is speeding up. This is the part that normally makes her freak out. But she’s not freaking out now. She watching in anticipation, desperate to see his cock. She’s been desperate for it since the first day she met him, if she’s being honest. He drops his pants, and then his boxers. Clarke almost moans at the sight of his cock.

She has no clue how big Finn’s dick was. She never saw it. Grinded herself against it a couple of times, and from what she could feel it was nothing special. Bellamy’s cock, on the other hand, is nothing short of magnificent. It’s long and thick and hard and she wants it all to herself. She’s not entirely sure it will fit inside her. But fuck it if she’s not going to try.

“You okay, baby?” he asks her.

Clarke nods. “Will it fit in me?”

“I know you can take it,” Bellamy says. “We’ll go nice and slow, okay?”

Clarke nods. Bellamy kisses her again, gently, then pushes her onto her back. She scoots up the bed a little to give him room to climb on top of her. His huge cock bobs in front of her. After he’s done fucking her, she wants to put it in her mouth.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks her. “I’d rather do this without a condom, but I’ll get one if you want me to.”

“I’m on the pill,” Clarke says quickly. She’s glad she made that decision. She doesn’t want to waste time messing around with a condom.

“Do you trust me?” Bellamy asks.

“Yes,” Clarke nods. “More than anyone.”

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Clarke, I promise,” he tells her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Clarke whines. “Please.”

She feels his cock press against her entrance. She holds her breath as she waits for him to push into her.

“Clarke, sweetheart,” Bellamy says, kissing her jaw. “Relax. Breathe. You’re okay.”

Clarke takes a deep breath. He’s right, she’s okay. She wants this. Wants it so bad. He pushes the head of his cock into her, and she gasps. She feels like he’s stretching he so wide already.

“How does that feel, baby? Okay?”

More than okay. Definitely more than okay. But words evade her right now, so she just nods.

“Good girl,” Bellamy says. The words do something to her, and it’s like it’s suddenly easier for him to push in a little further. “You’re doing so well, Clarke. You’re halfway there.”

Clarke whimpers. Only half? She fills full to the brim already. “Keep going,” she tells him. “I want it all.”

“I know, baby, and you’ll get it all,” Bellamy says. He pushes into her further. She can feel herself opening up to accommodate him. With one last push he’s all the way inside her.

“Oh god, Bell,” Clarke whines. “You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s my girl,” Bellamy says. “You took the whole thing, didn’t you, sweet thing? I knew you could do it. I’m so proud. You took your first cock like it’s what you were made to do.”

Clarke’s cunt clenches around him. So this is what she’s been missing. She squirms against him, loving the feel of him inside her, filling her up, but needing more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Bellamy asks, though Clarke is pretty sure he knows exactly what’s wrong.

“I need—” she moans.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please. I want to be fucked.”

“Of course you do,” Bellamy says knowingly. “And since you asked so nicely.”

He rocks his hips against her, grinding his cock into her, making her whole body spasm. He slowly rolls his hips into her, over and over, winding her up, agonisingly slow. Clarke feels like she’s losing her mind.

“Faster, please,” Clarke begs. “Harder.”  Bellamy picks up the pace, just slightly. Clarke groans in impatience. “Fuck me properly,” she huffs.

“Bossy,” Bellamy chuckles. But he obeys her. He thrusts into her harder and faster, and Clarke can feel herself climbing towards orgasm. She whimpers and moans incoherently, unable to think straight with Bellamy���s cock driving into her. It’s better than she even imagined.

Her insides are tighter than they’ve ever been, and she feels like she’s about to shatter into a million pieces.

“Bell, Bell,” she pants. “I—I’m—”

“I know, I know,” he says. “You’re nearly there. Are you gonna come for me baby? Come on my cock, you can do it.”

It’s the words that send her over the edge, and she comes harder than she ever did when she was alone. She shudders through the aftershocks, still whining in pleasure.

“Are you going to come too?” Clarke asks. Because she needs him to, needs to know she can make him feel how he makes her feel.

“Yes,” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight, Clarke. I’m gonna come inside you. Want to claim you as mine with my come.”

“Yes,” Clarke moans.

“If someone else had fucked you first I would have lost my mind,” Bellamy says. “Your pussy is just for me. No one else.”

“Yes,” Clarke agrees. “I’m yours. My pussy is yours.”

Bellamy moans, shoves his cock into her hard, releases the contents of his balls into her, chanting her name over and over. He collapses on top of her, breathing hard. He presses a kiss to her collarbone.

“How was your first time, sweetheart?” he asks her, brushing the hair from her face.

“Perfect,” she giggles.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, kissing her softly.

“Bellamy? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How did you know?”

He meets her eyes. “How did I know what?”

“That I was saving myself for you.”

Bellamy smirks. “You could have had sex with anyone in the last four years, Clarke. But you didn’t. You couldn’t because you knew you already belonged to me. You always wanted it to be me.”

“But you never did anything about it. Why tonight?”

Bellamy shakes his head. “Just couldn’t help myself anymore, baby. You went to all that trouble with Finn and I couldn’t stand to disappoint you any longer.”

“Will you fuck me again?”

“Right now?”

“Ever.”

“Whenever you want,” he says. “I said you belong to me. That’s true. But I belong to you too, understand?”

Clarke nods. “What about now?”

Bellamy laughs. “God, you’re going to be a handful, aren’t you? Now that you’re not a virgin.”

“I was always a handful,” Clarke pouts, offended.

“True,” Bellamy agrees. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”