#I really debated buying her but I'm glad I did

[bilberry-jam]

I have a little Yennefer to add to my Witcher collection :D

[george-weasleys-girl]

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." with George (x f or gn!reader)

in a halloween party pleasee, the reader gets a little "insecure" to ask George to wear a couple costume

pufavo i love your blog ang let me know if u can't do that♥️🎃

After the Party

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, face fucking

18+only

This went in a direction I didn't expect. I hope you enjoy it. 😊

~•~

Y/N paced the room, her eyes drifting back to her spur of the moment purchase, thinking it would be fun. She'd always wanted to dress up in matching Halloween costumes. And what better time to do it than during Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes annual Halloween party. She and George had been dating two years, and she finally felt confident enough to bring up the idea.

Or so she thought.

She'd just finished reading The Difference Engine and had developed a bit of an obsession with the whole steampunk genre. And then when she saw the matching steampunk costumes while out in muggle London earlier that day, she didn't even think twice.

Maybe she should have... Ugh, me and my stupid impulse buys.

Y/N'd told him about the book while she was reading it, and he definitely seemed curious, but they hadn't really discussed it beyond that. She sighed and flopped down on the bed, debating if she should return them or not.

What if he already had something else in mind? Or what if he doesn't like his costume?

It was a bit extravagant. Velvet and brocade. And leather. Her eyes drifted over to the trousers. Skin-tight, black leather that promised to show off his incredibly endowed... manhood.

Y/N face burned red hot just thinking about it. Then, she blushed at herself for blushing.

This is ridiculous. I've seen George naked plenty of times.

And yet, something about seeing him waltzing around in those pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. She exhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to shove her hands down her panties.

~•~

"Is something wrong, love?" George asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Y/N sighed. Of course, he would notice. He always notices. "No... well, kinda... I don't know." She took a sip of her wine. "It's really stupid."

George shifted so he could put his arm around her. "It can't be too stupid if it's bothering you so much," he coaxed. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know. It's just... Godric, I feel like such an idiot," she stammered. "I just... I want us to wear a couple's costume for the Halloween party."

George blinked. "That's it? A couple's costume? That's a great idea, love! I'd love to do that!"

"Well, yeah," Y/N began with a nervous grin. "But I haven't told you what I have in mind."

~•~

Everyone at the party either wanted George or wanted to be him. He spent the evening prancing around, quite obviously proud of himself, while at the same time making it exceedingly clear that Y/N was the only one who got to play with the goods.

"I think you might've made a few enemies tonight," he whispered in her ear as they stood at the door bidding everyone farewell.

"Oh well," Y/N shrugged. "Not my problem."

George chuckled. "So, you don't mind that countless party-goers are going to fantasize about me tonight?" He asked with a smug grin.

"Let them fantasize all they want," she said, blithely waving goodbye to a woman whose eyes barely moved from George's crotch all night. "I'm the one you take to bed every night."

"Indeed you are," he smiled. "And I don't plan on that changing in this lifetime. Or the next."

~•~

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" George asked as he unlaced her dress. He'd already undressed down to everything but those deliciously sinful pants.

"Very much so," she grinned. "This one's going down in the books as my favorite Halloween yet."

"I'm glad. I just want you to be happy," he said. "And perhaps a little bit naked." The last lace loosened, and her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a corset and much to George's surprise and delight, a pair of crotchless lace panties.

His already prominent bulge grew even more prominent. "You look so hot in that corset," he mummered, pulling her close and rubbing his erection against her. "I've been thinking about fucking you in it all night."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned.

"Good," he said, leading her over to the bed. "Lie down, my sweet, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

George knelt down, tracing the outside of pussy with his finger. "So pretty," he smiled up at her before burying his face between her legs and taking one long lick from bottom to top, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips. He smiled into her cunt and continued on, using his thumbs to gently open her folds wider. He started with slow licks, his tongue roaming over every delectable inch of her, lapping up her juices. Y/N's soft breathless moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck, George!" She bucked her hips up and her hands clawed at the sheets.

"You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, kitten?" He cooed, watching her writhe and squirm while he slowly pushed a finger inside her as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.

"That feels so good, baby!" She moaned.

"You want more?" He teased.

"Please," she gasped, pulsing around his finger.

George grinned and inserted another finger, curling them both into her g-spot. Her reaction was so intense that he thought she might start levitating and his cock throbbed painfully at the pure, primal pleasure she was experiencing. He increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Y/N curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him back down. He knew exactly what she needed and he gave it to her, sucking and licking her clit, all the while still fucking her with his fingers.

"Yes, George! Right there!" She screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. George damn near came at the sight.

"Damn baby," he admired. "You are so beautiful when you cum."

Y/N smiled, still laid spread out across the bed, trying to catch her breath. "And you look like you're going to burst out of those pants at any moment," she teased. "Come up here and let me take care of that."

A big, goofy grin spread across George's face, and he crawled up to straddle her. She palmed his twitching erection through his pants before unzipping them and pulling out his cock, stroking its full length. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. "Fuck, love, that feels incredible." Encouraged by his praise, she sped up her ministrations, making his hips buck uncontrollably, his soft groans grow louder.

"I wanna taste you," she said, aiming his dick toward her mouth and licking the precum dripping from his tip. "Fuck my face, baby."

George looked down in surprise, even as his already painfully hard cock grew harder. "Are you sure you’re ready?"

Y/N nodded. He'd been training her to deep throat, but she was still pretty new at it. "Georgie, I've been drooling over your cock all night. I'm beyond ready for you to shove it down my throat."

With those words, his dick went from dripping precum to spewing a steady stream that Y/N continued to happily lap up.

"Ok baby," he said, already pushing his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much." Again, she nodded, reminding herself to breathe through her nose as he slid into her, only gagging once his tip hit the back of her throat. George instinctively pulled back a little, but she grapsed his hips, holding him in place. He watched her with a mixture of desire and concern, waiting for the sign to pull out or keep going. Y/N's hands moved to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded once and slowly began pumping in and out of her, his eyes never once leaving her face. After a couple of minutes, she squeezed his ass again, and he picked up his pace, throwing his head back. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, loving the feel of his balls slapping against her chin while his unhinged, animalistic moans reawakened her own need. She slid a hand down to rub her pulsing cunt just as his hips began to stutter. "Fuck, I'm gonna - " he groaned and pulled out, spurting his seed all over her crimson brocade corset.

After a few moments, he sat back and gazed down at her stained garment with pride. Then, looking up at Y/N, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, love. I've been fantasizing about doing that all night. Just couldn't help myself."

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "You're so silly, Georgie," she said. "Though, I have to admit, you did look damn hot cumming all over me like that." Her eyes trailed back down to his dick. "Now give me that cock of yours again, so I can suck you dry."

George didn't have to be told twice.

~•~

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[psiroller]

a kiss with a fist and such

i'm working on a lil somethin something where chilchuck and laios get into a fistfight at a bar and then make out. here's a really cringe aperitif to set up the conflict. it's pre-canon, i guess?? falin, namari and shuro are there. unfortunately for them.

nothing much happens in this excerpt but the final will involve romantic interests being violent to each other. i'd recommend not reading it if you're sensitive to that, but it's nothing too far outside the realm of what is portrayed in the manga lol

Laios had read volumes upon volumes of advice for the aspiring dungeon crawler and the content of this research could be summed up as thus: the party leader’s main objective is to keep everyone from killing each other before a monster can. The old king’s dungeon contained labyrinths that slithered like restless serpents, spike traps, false walls, beasts and enchanted baubles, but no trick more treacherous than pitting adventurers against one another. Why bother with conjuring monsters if you could simply torment your intruders until someone snapped? Sometimes a squabble over good loot was all it took for a party to dissolve.

Falin did most of the work in smoothing over the occasional interpersonal conflict, her calm smile and soft voice able to soothe even banshees, but there was only so much goodwill Laios’ kind little sister could afford him. Not everyone cared to learn the ins and outs of minotaur husbandry, or the complicated respiratory system of a seven-headed hydra, halfway down the magic murder hole. Laios didn’t really know what else there would be to talk about in a dungeon, though, so he often ran his mouth to fill the silence.

“Laios, if I hear one more fact about manticore scat I’ll make sure you’ll be living the dream.”

Chilchuck glowered up at Laios, hands on his hips, brows furrowed into a cute little crease.

“C’mon, it was relevant,” Laios said, cleaning his hands off with an already filthy handkerchief. “It’s fresh, so the monster’s nearby.”

“Fantastic news! I didn’t need a report on the texture. Let’s go.”

Chilchuck, the new hire, was an ornery sort. Good at his job—one would hope, with the astonishing upfront fee—but not with people. Laios could relate. A glance at the scrunched-up faces of Namari, Marcille and Shuro confirmed that Chilchuck wasn’t just bitching for the sake of it this time. He searched Falin’s strained grin for some backup, but she was at a loss.

Luckily, there were workarounds for the warrior in want of charisma.

“Cheer up, little guy.” A vein bulged out on Chilchuck’s forehead; Falin grimaced and mouthed an apology behind Laios’ back. “I’ll buy everyone a round at the tavern once the job’s done.”

Chilchuck debated holding the grudge, then sighed with a slumping of the shoulders.

“All the more reason to get a move on, then,” Namari said cheerily, glad to forget the scene they’d just witnessed. She clapped Chilchuck on the shoulder as she passed, staggering him out of his confrontational stance. He grunted and let it go, folding his hands behind his head and continuing down the tunnel.

“Nailed it,” Laios whispered to Falin, who met him with a congratulatory pat on the back. Wasting his cut of the profits on beer wasn’t wise with rent coming up, but the party’s cohesion was important, too. They’d managed to kill a green dragon last week, and it would be nice to keep that ball rolling.

“Good job, big brother! Um, next time, maybe don’t… call Chilchuck that.” “Why? I’m just trying to be friendly.” “Um… well, with half-foots, it’s sort of a-“

“C’mon, you two. Unless you want to get the bill after happy hour ends,” Chilchuck called, his small voice booming off the stone tiled walls.  Laios jogged after the rest of the party, armor clanking as he went, with Falin not far behind.

[mc-lukanette]

If being embarrassed was a sport, Marinette would've won the game all by herself. If being embarrassed was a river, she'd be carried violently downstream screeching "Why did I do that?!" If being embarrassed was the goal of the night, she'd have succeeded with flying colors.

It was not, in fact, the goal of the night.

All Marinette had wanted was to spend some time with Nino at a charity event, make a few jokes about the guys who were auctioned off as temporary dates, and go about her life after a mildly fun night where nothing of interest happened.

Clearly, that was not the case, and it was all she could do to find the quickest opportunity to sneak out. It felt vaguely like she was abandoning Nino, but she suspected that he had similar plans.

Unfortunately, she'd barely made it out into the hall before a familiar and unfairly smooth voice called out, "Hey, Marinette."

"Eep!"

She jumped. The hallway was so empty and quiet that his voice seemed extra surprising, and Luka just stood there, casually smiling away like she hadn't just made a complete fool out of herself.

Maybe if I pretend not to know him, he'll go along with it, she thought desperately.

Only it was too late, Luka idly toying with his bangs as he admitted, "I didn't expect you to buy me."

Her face flushed pink. The sound of her hitting the table and shouting out her price probably could've been heard throughout all of Paris, right? She could already see the news articles about it: Desperate Woman Has Superhuman Vocal Chords.

And did he have to word it like she bought him and not a date with him?!

"W-well..." She dropped her gaze to the floor, rubbing against the rug with her foot. She debated on whether to claim I just acted, or I wasn't thinking, or it was just a joke, but ultimately decided to admit, "I didn't want anyone else to have you?"

She dared to peek up and saw his brows raise in surprise. Feeling the intensity of the auction come back, she stomped at the floor her foot and clarified, "B-because all those people don't know you, and you don't know them! You can't know what their intentions are!" With a small 'hmph', she crossed her arms and added, "And they were even advertising you as Jagged Stone's son, not Luka Couffaine!"

"I'm probably not a popular face, even with my dad," Luka replied, having the audacity to defend them.

"But you're a kind face!" Marinette protested, committing to her argument and pointing at him. "They kept bidding weak prices for you and I couldn't let them get away with that! It was like they didn't even respect your time!"

He choked out a laugh, covering his mouth to stifle the rest of it.

"D-don't laugh! I'm serious!"

"I know," he said through his giggles, clearing his throat to try and cut himself off. "I just feel lucky."

She faltered, confused. "Lucky?"

He nodded, smiling at her. "Thank you for looking out for me, Marinette. I really appreciate it."

"Really?"

"You're right. Maybe I could've been in danger."

She relaxed her shoulders, seeing that he actually understood. Of course, she knew she had "other motives" to buy a date with him, but at her core, she couldn't help worrying about him. She worried about everyone.

"...Still." She rubbed the back of her neck shyly, adding, "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just bought you like that. I know it's for charity and I'm glad the money's going to it, but—" She covered her face to whine into her hands. "—I've never done this before! It feels like I'm claiming you! You don't even have to go on a date with me, really!"

There was a pause, followed by Luka letting out a slow breath. She tensed, sensing what she was fairly sure was disappointment, only to then feel Luka's fingertips against the back of her hands. He caressed downwards until he could grab her wrists, gently tugging to make her reveal her face to him.

"Disappointment" was not what she saw in his expression.

"What if I told you that it was okay?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

She blinked, then looked around to confirm that they were still alone. No one else was around, so her only guess was that Luka wanted to ensure that this conversation was only for them.

Blush intensifying, she swallowed and asked in reply, "F-for me to feel like I'm claiming you, or for you to go out on a date with me?"

He grinned instead of answering. "I'm looking forward to it, Marinette."

"Me claiming you, or going out on a date with me?" she asked again.

He continued as if he didn't even hear her, "I'll have to try my best to give you the kind of date you deserve."

Is that just... a yes?!

Before Marinette could respond, the two heard rapid footsteps approaching them. They looked just in time to see Nino fleeing the scene of the event, Adrien following closely behind and calling after him.

Chuckling sheepishly as she watched them go, Marinette noted, "I guess he'll have to explain it like I did."

"You didn't buy a date with Adrien?"

Luka's tone had shifted entirely and it occurred to her that he must've been elsewhere when the date with Adrien was up for auction. She turned to look at him, replying, "No? I didn't bid for him.... ah—" She waved her hands desperately, realizing that she'd just trapped herself. "—not that I think he doesn't deserve protection! But... um..."

"Hm." He hummed, a sparkle in his eyes like something had clicked in his head. Reaching out to press his hands to hers and intertwine their fingers, he added, "Don't worry. I think I get it."

She tilted her head to the side. "Y....you do?"

He followed along, tilting his head in the same direction. "I'll call you later so we can schedule our date. I'll pay, of course."

"Wait—no!" She pulled away. "You didn't ask to have a date with me!"

"I don't have to ask to want one," he retorted without missing a beat, unusually direct.

What did I get myself into?!

[lbova]

Rodney Takes Care Of A Baby

Hello again! I'm back with another Robots Fanfiction (I love this movie so much). In this story, Rodney Copperbottom is asked to babysit someone's baby while they're gone. Hope you enjoy!

Rodney's POV:

I don't have to go to work today. I have the day off. It feels weird to have the day off. It's not that I don't like having my days off, it's just that I'm usually working in my office, coming up with new inventions and projects around this time of day. But, Bigweld told me that it would be best if I rest for the weekend. He probably noticed how exhausted I was a few weekends ago. I did tell him that if he needed my help, he can call me. Bigweld said that he'll manage by himself, but it's still up for debating for me.

Well, because I have the day off, I decided to go to the Robot City Mall, just to look around. I've only been to this mall a few times, and I wanted to buy something for Cappy. She's been really supportive and sweet to me, so it's only fair if I get her something that's just as beautiful as her. I looked around jewelry shops, clothing shops, etc. After an hour of walking around the mall, I finally found the perfect gift. I decided to buy a simple gold and silver necklace. It wasn't fancy looking, but I know that Cappy will love it!

After I purchased the necklace, I sat down on a bench by the fountain, which was located in the center of the mall. I've been walking around for a while, and I needed my legs to rest. I'm just glad I installed new legs, because my old ones were starting to fall apart. I got my new legs a few weeks after I started working at Bigweld Industries. That was nearly two years ago; oh how time flys by.

Not long after I sit down, a woman pushing a baby carriage walks towards me. The woman had auburn hair and a light purple dress and matching purple dress shoes. She cleared her throat before she spoke. "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry to bother you, but could you look after my baby for a little bit? I left my wallet at home. I don't live too far from here. I really hope it's okay."

I pondered for a moment. I'm not really an expert when it comes to children, but the woman looked desperate. I eventually caved in and responded, "Of course I can. It's no problem at all." The woman sighed of relief. "Oh thank you so much! I'll be back as soon as I can!", she said, and with that, she left.

Shortly after she left, I stood up from the bench to look at the baby in the carriage. The baby had a square head, and big blue eyes. When the baby acknowledged me, it giggled and cooed at me. I couldn't help but smile at the baby. It was pretty adorable. Okay, Rodney, all you have to do is watch this baby until its mother comes back. Simple enough.

At least, I thought it would be simple, until the baby starts fussing. Uh oh, here we go. "Hey, no, it's okay. You're okay...", I tried soothing it, speaking as softly as I can. But my soothing didn't seem to help at all, because then the baby started crying. I then tried rocking the carriage gently, but the baby only cried louder. Now people in the mall were starting to stare at me. Ugh, I hate when everyone is focused on me. I already have the stupid press bots that focus on me WAY TOO MUCH whenever I work!

I decided to take the baby out of the carriage and started to cradle it in my arms. At least I know how to hold a baby correctly. I then started to hum a lullaby to the baby, a lullaby that was hummed to me when I was a small child. My mom would always hum me to sleep whenever I couldn't sleep, and it usually worked. I rocked the baby in my arms and continued to hum to it. The baby started calming down and slowly closed its eyes. I exhaled a tiny "phew" and set the baby down in the carriage. The fact that I was even able to put the baby to sleep is amazing.

I looked up and saw the same woman return. She looked like she was running, because she was out of breath by the time she approached me. She panted for a few seconds and finally said, "I'm back! I got my wallet. Again I'm so sorry that I had you watch my baby and..." She stopped in her tracks and saw her baby sleeping soundly. She again breathed a sigh of relief. I smiled at her politely and said, "Don't worry about it. Everything was fine. Your baby is very sweet." The woman put her hands on the carriage and said, "Thank you again, sir." She then pushed the carriage and walked away. I waved goodbye to her and sat back down on the bench. I'll just sit here before I head home.

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No One's POV:

"Cappy! I'm back!", Rodney shouted lightly as he closed the door to their apartment behind him. Cappy got up from where she was sitting on the couch and walked to her boyfriend. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. She said, "Hi. How was your day off, CEO?" She smirked a little and raised an eyebrow, as if to look a little mischievous. Rodney wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "It was interesting. I bought you a gift." He moved one of his arms away from her waist and pulled out the box that had the necklace he bought earlier out of his black Bigweld jacket. He lifted the box lid with his thumb to reveal the gold and silver necklace. Cappy looked starstruck. "Oh, honey, it's beautiful.", she said softly. "Just like you...", Rodney said just as softly. They gave each other a nose kiss. Rodney cleared his throat afterwards. "That's not the only thing that I did today.", he said. Cappy looked at him, a little confused. Rodney spoke again, "After I bought your gift, a woman approached me and asked me to watch her baby for her while she grabbed her wallet that she'd forgotten at her home." It was Cappy's turn to speak, "So, you babysat someone's baby?... That's adorable." Cappy giggled. Rodney blushed a little bit from embarrassment. After Cappy stopped giggling, she smiled at her lover. "Well, maybe one day, you can babysit our own kid. You'd be great. Not just as a babysitter, but as a father..." Rodney looked a bit surprised from that statement, but smiled shortly after. They shared a kiss and hugged each other. One day, they will have a kid of their own...

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OMG, I had so much fun writing this. It's kind of a goofy story, but I still enjoyed writing it. Thank you for reading!

[who-the-fuck-is-sennalye]

I've been really cryptic about this until now but now it's done I can finally show this off.

LOOK AT HER. ISN'T SHE SO PRETTY?!?!?!

LOOK AT THOSE CLOTHES. I MADE THOSE! AREN'T THEY COOL!?

sorry sorry I'm chill I swear.

So earlier this month I went to a collector's market. Most of it's old stuff like jewellery and glassware and clothes, but some stalls sell toys. My friend has a Monster High doll collection, and I've made it my mission to get as many dolls into their hands as possible (so far 2/3 of the dolls come from me, so I'm doing pretty well). So when I went to this collector's market I kept my eye out for dolls.

Here are the ones I found. Sad, neglected, lonely. I was debating not picking either up cause I thought the clothes looked kinda lame. But I love my friend, and Spectra's pretty cool, so I bought the one on the right.

And then it turned out the clothes didn't even belong to her.

I don't know who they belong to. I thought my might've been Cleo's but apparently they're not. So I thought "well I can't just give this doll to them like this" (Never mind that I totally could, they mentioned buying a clothes pack and they're incredibly grateful for any doll I give them but like, I have standards, and this doesn't meet them).

So I decided I might as well make her some clothes. I mean, Spectra's a ghost, my friend's really into goth fashion, I had this skull fabric that I already wanted to make a skirt out of, might as well.

And I'm so glad I did, I'm so proud of this, it looks so cool I can't wait for them to see it.

At Christmas. It's a surprise.

Please don't tell them about this.

And if you are my friend, and you came back to tumblr for some reason and read this before I could delete it-

Well, damnit.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1147: Start of a New Vacation (SSBU X Wario Ware)

11:34 a.m. on Diamond City's La Glorious Cruise Boat........

Penny: WHAT!?

9-Volt: (Crosses his Arms) Yeah, you heard me.

Penny: (Glaring Down at 9-Volt with her Hands on Both her Hips) What I'm hearing is a heavy amount of bias and hoohaahs! What the heck makes you think Goku would stand chance against Saitama in an on-one-on match!?

9-Volt: Years of challenging, disciplinary training experience, incredibly durability and speed stats, has multi powerful techniques in his disposal, the guy even faced plenty of monsters, planet busters and literal GODS in the runtime of the series! He's easily one of the strongest fighters in the entire universe!

Penny: Strongest my foot! He's not even the Top 10 strongest in his own series! Need I remind you the time he lost to an ACTUAL god once? And some of the wins we DID achieved were thanks to pure luck and close clutches!

9-Volt: (Starts Glaring Back at Penny) At least he gave it his all in those fights! I don't see Baldy-McTwo Fists out there fighting any 9f the foes I just mentioned!

Penny: On the contrary, Point Dexter, not only has Saitama faced plenty of monsters, supernatural beings, and other heroes with planet busting feats, but he also managed to blow up Jupiter into figurines with just one sneeze.

9-Volt: No way he can do thar when Goku could easily do that with a single Kamehame wave!

Penny: Yeah, well look it up, genius! It's a certified fact.

9-Volt: Nuh-uh!

Penny: Yeah-huh!

9-Volt: Nuh-uh!

Penny: Yeah-huh!

Ashley: (Sighs While Watching 9-Volt and Penny Arguing with One Another and Sitting Next to her Boyfriend in the Background) The one time I get to enjoy my peace and relaxation on this trip and this is what I'm welcomed to.....

Lucas: (Turns to Ashley) Have they always get into these heated debates?

Ashley: More or less. One time they spent two hours and a half debating over a duck/rabbit picture. (Shows Lucas a Picture of a Duck/Rabbit Sketch on her Phone) See?

Lucas: Awww~ It look so cute~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Can't tell which one it really is though......

Ashley: No one here has a clue either. But that's neither here nor there. (Lay her Head onto Lucas' Shoulder) How are you enjoying the trip so far?

Lucas: (Smiles Brightly) I'm enjoying it a lot so far! The temperature feels nice out, the ocean looks so shiny and beautiful, I don't even think I remember the last time I rode on a boat before, this is great!~

Ashley: (Giggles Softly) I'm glad to hear it!~ I have no doubt that this week will be even more spectacular from here.

Lucas: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, neither do I. You think everyone back home will be okay without us?

Ashley: (Shrugs) I wouldn't worry too much about them personally. Their chaotic mannerisms are more than enough to keep them busy for a week at least.

Lucas: (Giggles a Bit) I wouldn't exactly say they're completely chaotic, but I will miss them dearly. I hope I have enough to buy them all souvenir gifts....

Ashley: (Hugs Lucas While Pouting at Him a Little) We'll worry about our vaction comes to it's closing point, mister~ You deserve to have as much fun and relaxation as the rest of us here.

Lucas: I know. (Happily Hugs his Girlfriend Back) Thank you.

Ashley: (Gives Lucas a Peck on the Cheek Before Smiling Back) You're welcome.

Wario: (In the Distance OI! Lovebirds! Quit having a relaxing hug fest and get over here! Team meeting's about to start!

Ashley: (Groans in Annoyance While Getting Up From her Seat Along with Lucas) He's holding a team meeting in the middle our time off?

Lucas: (Smiles Sheepishly) Let's see what he wants from us first. (Gently Grabs Hold of Ashley's Hand) We can go everything ypu want to do afterwards if you want.

Ashley: Sure. (Makes her Way to Wario and the Others with Lucas Right Next to Her) It probably won't be much though.

Wario: (Stands on Top of a Crate as He Sees Everyone of his Colleagues Arriving Towards his Area) Alright, losers, gather around and shut up! Before this little vacation adventure of ours starts, we need to break a few ground rules.

Dribble: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Ground rules?

Spitz: You serious, man?

Wario: Yes, MAN! I am. I'm your boss, I paid for the expenses, everything I say goes, which is exactly Rule #1. #2: Never ask me to buy you anything! You have money in your own pockets, use it. #3: There's a picture of a map made in the back of your brochures, so keep them close to you at all times. If any of you manage get yourselves lost by the time we head back home and are late get back on that cruise ship before then, sucks to be you.

5-Volt: (Gives Wario a Stern, Motherly Glare) If ANYONE gets lost, we band together to find them no matter how long it takes. No gets left behind on this trip.

Everyone: Yeah!

Wario: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fine! We'll set up a search party if that ever happens, moving on! #4: Any hidden treasure I potentially stumble upon along the way, will be mines in advance.

Mona: Always finding treasure, eh Wario?

Wario: Been a Treasure Hunter since day one, it's what I do. And the Fifth and Final Rule for the Day: Until this vacation this done and over with, none of you loser bother me. (Points at Lucas) That goes double for you, Sunflower boy.

Lucas: (Salutes to Wario) Yes sir, Mr. Wario sir! (Lowers hid Posture Down and Forms a Bit of a Nervous Smile on his Face) A-Also I just wanted to say how thankful I am for letting me join you guys this time around. I-I promise not to be a bother to you guys going forward....

Wario: Yeah, you better not, twerp! I didn't get my arm broken and have to pay extra on this trip JUST to deal with a snot-nose crybaby like you all day-

Wario........

The Fatman starts shivering in fear as he turns to see all of his co-workers giving him dark, soul piercing glares at his direction (with Ashley's hair turned white and 5-Volt turned into her demonic persona, slowly pounding her fist onto her palm)

Wario: Uh- ('Clears Throat') F-Forget everything I said just now. Glad to have you on board.

18-Volt: Look!

The gang turns to see that they've finally reached their destination, Caresaway Island.

Everyone: Hey, we're here!~

Wario: Finally!(Jumps Put of the Boat First) Outta the way, chumps, I'm going first! (Rushes Over to the Island's Staff)

Staff: (Happily Greets Wario) Greetings! Welcome to the island. Please take these precious stones as a hello gift.

Wario: (Smiles Brightly as the Images of Diamonds Appears on Both his Eyes) Ohhh! Diamonds!? Gimme, Gimme!!

Staff: (Presents Two Sets of Somewhat Familiar Looking Stones Along with Two of his Co-Workers) Actually, they're Form Stones! Moving around with these in your hands could bring you good luck.

Wario snatches one of the Move Stones from out of the wooden plate and examines both of them up close one by one before angrily chucking them.

Wario: Stupid rocks! I don't want 'em!!

Both of the rocks manages to hit the top of a parrot's head, causing it to screech in pain and flies away while indirectly bumping one of the tourists and making her drop her drink to the ground. It wasn't long for a blue elephant to slip on the spilled drink and uses his trunk to grab onto a flower coded sign before flipping himself over and accidentally kicking Wario hard enough to send him flying and crash down towards a faraway forest.

5-Volt: (Pinches the Bridge of her Nose While Sighing) Of all the lousy.....(Starts Bowing at Everyone Present in the Entrance) We are so sorry about all that, everyone.

Staff: (Smiles Sheepishly) I...take it you all know are acquainted with man in some way.

Ashley: Unfortunately.

Mona: (Smiles Sheepishly as Well) He's out boss from back home.

Penny: (Rolls her Eyes) Just as rude and impatient as he always is......

While everyone else agreeing to that motion, Lucas looks down at Move Stones and picks both of them up from the ground.

Lucas: So.....These Move Stones.....(Turns to Island's Staff) Do they really bring you good luck charm, sir?

Staff: (Happily Nodded) That's right! All you have to do is move around attracted to the grip of your hands and you'll surely be granted with luck in due time.

Ashley: (Lools Down at the Spare Move Stones in Front of Her) Hm.....Can't say I care too much about anything luck related. But given we're in vacation with Wario of all people....(Picks Both of the Stone Up From the Plate) I suppose it wouldn't hurt to put to good use eventually.

Penny: Ooh I'll take one too!~ (Happily Takes the Last Pair of Move Stones From the Other Plate) I can already tell by the craftsmanship of these beauties alone that they're research worthy.

9-Volt: (Starts Jumping Up and Raising his Hand Up) Ooh! Ooh! Can I get one too please?

18-Volt: (Raises his Hand Up as Well) And me too!?

The Gang: And us too?

Staff: (Smiles Brightly) Sure! It'll.....take a while to have the stones up and ready for you all though.

5-Volt: (Happily Bows at the Staff Members Once More) Take as much time as you need. It's the least we can do for what happened earlier. (Turns Back to the Gang) Right, everyone?

The Gang: Yeah./Sure!/ I don't mind waiting./ We can wait.

Staff: (Clasps his Hands Together with a Smile of his Own) Thank you all for your understanding. We'll have them out for you shortly. In the meantime, please, enjoy your stay at Caresaway Islaend! (Happily Waves Goodbye to Everyone Before Taking his Leave)

5-Volt: (Happily Waves Back at the Leaving Staff Members Before Taking a Deep Breath) Okay. With all of that out of the way. (Places her Hands on Both her Hips) I say we're all ready to get this vaction up and started!~ Oh and Lucas?

Lucas: (Looks Up at 5-Volt) Yes, ma'am?

5-Volt: (Gives Lucas a Sincere Motherly Smile) We're very happy to have you here with us, as part of our crew even. Please don't let whatever Wario says make you think differently about that or about yourself, okay?

Ashley: (Hugs Lucas' Arm) That goes double from me too, dear!

Penny: (Happily Chimes in) And from me too!~

The Gang: (Chimes in as Well) And from us too!!~

Lucas: (Giggles Ticklishly by all Hugs He's Receiving) Okay, okay!~ I promise not to think any of that get to me. (Smiles Brightly) Thank you all so much!~ (Eyes Suddenly Starts to Widened) But wait, W-What about Wario!? Is he gonna be okay-

WAHAHAHA!

The gang looks up to see Wario flying in the skies while riding on a poor parrot's back and holding two of the Move Stones.

Wario: These rocks rock! Get it. WAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAHAHA!

5-Volt: He'll be fine. This IS Wario after all. But seriously this time....(Raise her Fist Up in the Air) Let this one week vacation adventure begin!

Everyone: (Raises Their Fist Up as Well While Cheering in Rejoice) YEAH!~

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

@bestpony666

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 10

After the day of our first fight, Bakugou and I got kinda closer to each other. He had made me go to his house every day this past week, and we were now in that café to study the three of us together. Whenever he would hit Kirishima with a roll of paper it would make me chuckle and apologize to the poor waiters, thankfully they didn't kick us out because some people recognized us from the Sports Festival and asked us for pictures or autographs.

Even if Bakugou wasn't too cooperative, it wasn't like somebody wanted to get close to him.

The study went by quite easily for me, Bakugou just explained me some things and gave me his notes so I could study them, Kirishima was another story and poor Bakugou was having a hard time not blowing his face off. This was now our last day of studying and Bakugou rested his body on his seat, exhausted, while Kirishima was frantically writing the answers to a mini-test Bakugou gave him. I looked at the blonde, leaving the notes I was studying aside.

"You okay?" He groaned and turned his head towards me.

"I'm fine. Just kinda glad you're not as dumb," at the end of his sentence, he pointed at the redhead across from us.

My eyes traveled back to the notes I was reading and closed the notebook. "Do you want something to cheer you up?" Without me actually wanting to, my mouth said. He opened his eyes and stared at me for a few seconds, before showing me an evil smirk.

But is that... blush? I'm sure his cheeks are slightly pinker than before...

"We'll fight again, and if you lose, you have to buy me the most spicy curry." I scoffed and moved my attention to his notes once again.

"As you wish."

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"I win, again." My eyes were looking at a defeated Bakugou panting on the ground. He was sweating and his breath was horribly uneven, I was getting a bit worried. "Bakugou... are you okay?" I walked to him and touched his shoulder, but he smacked my hand away.

"I'm fine! One more... I'll win this time, one more time..." he tried to stand up, but his legs failed him.

"You are not fine..." I muttered and got on my knees in front of him, "Let me help you." This time when I touched him he didn't attempt to push me away, instead he grabbed onto me as I lift him. "Can you walk?" After some seconds of waiting, he shook his head no and I sighed.

Well, this would look a bit weird.

I bent down my body and hook my arm under his legs, then I lift him bridal style. Now this was the weird part, Bakugou didn't try to push or punch me for carrying him, actually his grip tightened on my t-shirt and hid his face on my neck.

That caused my heart to thump aggressively against my chest, my body to shiver and my face to heat up.

The past few days I spent with Bakugou were really nice, but that also made me develop a... soft spot for him? Basically, I had a bit of a crush on him, but I didn't want to get my hopes up, but here he goes, being all cute and shit.

I walked inside his house, and his mother was there, as soon as I stepped in, she turned to us and squealed in a high-pitched voice.

"I have to take a picture of this! Masaru, get the camera!" Mitsuki ran toward us and pushed me to sit on their couch, I tried to stand up so I could take Bakugou to his room, but when I looked down at him I noticed his eyes closed and steady breath.

Did he fall asleep? So cute!

I was extremely sure I would have had hearts instead of eyes while I stared at his peaceful face. But when I snapped out of my trance, I heard multiple camera noises and flashes. I looked at Mitsuki and Masaru, the man seemed like he was feeling pity for me and that made me blush.

My grip tightened on Bakugou and I stood up abruptly, rushing to the stairs while trying not to trip. I could hear Mitsuki's complaints about wanting more photos, but I ignored her. When I got to his room it was a bit difficult to open the door but I managed, with my foot I closed it behind me and went to lay Bakugou on his bed.

I debated about if I should or shouldn't wake him up... maybe I should, he was all sweaty and it would be uncomfortable to sleep like that. I sat by his side and shook his shoulder.

"Bakugou..." I shook him some more, "Bakugou, wake up," he didn't react at all. "Maybe I should just leave. It's still early, he would wake up on his own." I stood up and grabbed my bag, which contained my previous change of clothes, the ones that were also sweaty and dirty. (If you are confused; you trained that morning, studied at the cafe, and trained again)

I opened his bedroom door and glanced at him.

"Goodnight, Katsuki."

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My eyes were wide and I felt my cheeks on fire. I couldn't take my eyes off the pictures sent to me by Mitsuki.

She had convinced me to give her my number a few days ago, and I wasn't sure if I regretted that decision, because she had sent me all of the pictures she took of Bakugou and me this afternoon. I could clearly see his face in some of them, while some other showed more the blush on my face and I got embarrassed.

Mrs.Bakugou;

I hope you like them, (M/n)!

Have a good night.

I stared at the pictures a bit more and decided to set my favourite one as my wallpaper. Yes, I would get a bit embarrassed every time I would turn on my phone, but it would be fine as long as nobody else sees it, right?

;I do like them, Mitsuki. Thank you.

;Good night to both of you.

A sigh escaped my lips as I set my phone on my nightstand and put it to charge. My body was tired and my mind was exhausted... I just wanted to sleep forever, but I still had school tomorrow. I closed my eyes and before I realized it, I fell asleep.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Cowgirls Don't Cry (19x13)

I'm just... I don't know. I'm frustrated.

Cons:

I've been so uncertain on how to come down on the Winston and Maggie debate this whole time, because honestly I thought it was an interesting premise for marital conflict, and I was really willing to see where they took it. But here, we get some things coming to a head, and it turns out we're pinning the majority of the blame on Winston for always running away when things get tough. Yeah, honestly, Maggie is sort of right, but one thing this episode fails to fully address is that while being too conflict-averse can be a bad thing, being too ambitious/ready for a challenge isn't always a good thing either. There's this sort of clumsy metaphor about following one's passion. Maggie sees herself in a patient, a girl who won't stop bull riding even though it might end up killing her. Maggie says it must be so painful for her to be told she's selfish and wrong for wanting to pursue her dream.

But like... Maggie, come on. Pursuing dreams is good, it's a wonderful value to have, but pursuing harmonious married life is also a good goal, and acting like everyone else is unreasonable for having some qualms about your ambition isn't doing anyone any favors! Maggie steamrolls people. She sees what she wants and she goes for it without examining the consequences. She holds to her opinion so tightly that it erodes all the relationships around her. It happened with her ill-fated romance with Jackson, it happened with her ailing mother. I'm completely on board with Maggie's critique of Winston. I think it's right on and should be further explored. But to act like at the end of the day Maggie is the victim here, that she's the one being abandoned? That's a stretch. I wish this was going to get to play out more thoroughly, that we got to explore it in a nuanced way with a reasonably balanced ending. Instead, it seems that Maggie will be leaving us next week, and the only question is whether Winston is going with her. Frankly, I hope not, I liked Winston a lot and would be down to see more of him. But at the same time, what an annoying and lackluster conclusion for Maggie on the show. Really frustrating.

While I liked the story of Lucas and Simone figuring out their patient's pain and not dismissing him as an addict, I felt like there were some aspects of the story that were too on the nose, even for Grey's Anatomy. Having the patient literally say: "you screw up once, you're a screw-up forever" was like... yeah, okay, thank you. We get it. Also, Simone asking Lucas to be her man of honor at the wedding is such an awkward idea. Super unforced error there for Simone. Force Mika or Jules or even Blue to do it, I'm serious. This is weird.

And finally, Jo and Link. They're really laying on the sweetness, showing how well Link knows Jo, how good he is to her. I feel like someone's trying to pitch me on a product I'm never going to want to buy. If they hand this romance to me on a silver platter, I'll take it, I guess. I feel sort of defeated, because it's clear that's the direction they're heading. I don't want it, and yet there it is. I like Link, I like Jo. I want them both to have something good and comfortable and peaceful. The concept of them having a little blended family with their two babies and all that is honestly very sweet on paper. But the energy I get from these two is so familial. Even still, I just see them like a brother and sister, and nothing has been able to change that so far!

Pros:

But I did like that Richard had to be reminded to give people another chance, and that Lucas decided to trust his gut, even though it meant disobeying Richard and Schmitt. He needed that victory to boost his confidence, and I'm glad he got it!

The part I liked best about the whole bull riding story was Blue talking about how cruel it is to the animals. Because like... yeah, he's right. What their patient is doing is her "dream" or whatever, and her parents talk about how taking her away from it would kill her more surely than allowing her to do something that dangerous. But she's not the only factor here. Sometimes you don't get to just chase your bliss without thinking about the other factors. And it frustrated me that everyone else in the hospital seemed to nod their head sadly when told "it's her dream" as if that was the end of it. Maggie's speech about slowing down wasn't actually designed to discourage her in the long-run either. So I really liked that Blue was pointing out how fucked up the whole thing is, from a different angle. I don't blame Jules for being into it!

I liked Schmitt having to learn a lesson about what kind of leader he wants to be. Over the course of this season, he's had to learn to stop conceptualizing himself as the victim, the sad-sack, always at the back of the pack. But he's got a position of actual authority now, and he needs to figure out how he's going to handle that. Bailey talks about how they used to call her "the Nazi", and Schmitt is horrified by how inappropriate that is. I appreciate them bringing that up, it's a sign of how long this show has been on the air that back when it started, that was the kind of thing you could say as an exaggeration of someone being a hard-ass. Instead of like... an actual indication that said person is a literal present-day fascist. Which is what it would mean now. Oof.

And Schmitt takes Bailey's words to heart, complimenting the interns and taking them out for free drinks, trying to engage with them on a more personal level. I love Helm as the wise bartender offering advice; I think it's so cool that they had her quit being a doctor and then actually had her stay on the show. I'm waiting for the romance with her and Yasuda to heat up, that should be fun.

And speaking of Yasuda - I like that Mika was able to connect with her patient and encourage her to go into debt to get the x-ray and treatment she required. I mean, I don't like it, that the system is set up in such a way that people have to risk serious financial strife just to avoid death, but I like the way we're tackling this here. This is an issue that doesn't just affect one type of person in one type of way, but that can seep into so many areas of the world. Mika was able to get through to someone who needed help, and the fact that her personal experience leads her to be an advocate for others is quite heartwarming!

I'll stop there. Still vibing for the most part with the intern stuff, still pretty frustrated by some major developments for our more long-standing leads. Let's see how long we can keep this streak up of Teddy and Owen barely being in the episodes and thus not having a chance to annoy me! :)

6.5/10

[tumblingxelian]

She speaks her truth, so yeah frankly I can totally see it and would find it really fun to explore. Then again I also love making Enid sort of the "Politically well informed, but grounded" character of the cast.

Not the only one who knows stuff but definitely one of the one's who both knows a lot of "Common politics" from listening to the adults around her talk about how Outcasts experience taxation without representation and is generally keyed into social discourse and debates on representation, or microaggressions and so on.

Some potential examples of either titles of lines:

"OMG, the whole, "The Fangs have been here for decades" thing is a fucking joke guys! There's nothing inherently imbalanced about two high schoolers necking in the library. In front of my meat platter though? I mean come on, I'm single and trying to eat!"

"The Smile of a Lycan - Say what you will about Jericho and Nevermore, I certainly have at different times. But at least here, I can show my fangs without being, at best, screamed at, attacked and arrested. That's right, California still has the Fangs = Threat bylaws, what century is this!?"

"Look, I'm not gonna pretend to have all the answers, I'm literally 15, but like. The second someone starts pulling that "Well are they really an Outcast if they can pass?" BS, they need to be shut down hard. We're only still here today cos we pulled together!"

"Bianca Barclay, Nevermore's Woman of Mystery - My fellow readers and Sirens especially will know that having last names is very uncommon in Siren culture. (This statement was cleared by several Siren editors, thanks you's!) Usually only done by those very integrated to human/Normie society or in auspicious positions. Yet the Barclay name appears nowhere I can find. Where did she come from, where will she go, this mystery woman who enrolled and soared tot he top of every class?"

"Multiple Furs in detention today (Yo, what up, I'm in the slammer jammer,) for "Hunting without a permit" or whatever. Like its our fault something's driving animals from the woods and there's not enough red meat; all cos some humans sabotaged the delivery vans!"

"Righteous Retribution or Revenge? - With all the rumor's swirling around our new transfer student, some started by her very own lips, I did some more poking around and it seems she's just very edgy. Cos I was able to have a call with her little brother who is is supes adorbs and also very polite. Turns out she only got slapped with the punishment she did cos a whole team of 18 year old's had been perpetually abusing a 12 year old and the school refused to act. Whatever else you wanna say about her, the new girls heart was in the right place."

"Not naming names, but its very funny to see a guy whose personality makes him like a 3 at best drop one 10 to go after another 10 and see his first attempt at flirting get literally smacked into oblivion. Guess all that money can't buy rizz."

"Outreach Day is a farce - If there's one thing I think everyone at Nevermore agrees with except somehow the adults is that Outreach Day is an exercise in emotional abuse. I'm half glad I didn't get to do that stupid dance, cos they never clap for us anyway. Just feels like outreach should involve both sides offering a hand, not just ours getting burned, (LOL, topical burn)."

"Does no one care how fucking offensive all those "Hyena Girl" jokes are? Like, fuck you, go hang out with Normies if you love their prejudices so much! This is why no Bultungin ever visit us, they stay in Kanem where it doesn't suck and gender roles aren't influenced by post colonial crap!"

i had a dream about fucking… vampire discourse on tumblr like;

“reminder that blood sucker is a slur”

“vamp-born-vamps are valid if u got bitten later in life you’re not part of the vamp community” 

“support vamps who drink human blood, support vamps who drink animal blood, support vamps who drink animal and human blood”

[gettatranslations]

Matcha。Chachacha。Yumigeta Ako (23.11.10)

Good evening🌛

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday‼️

Firstly！

Thank you very much for reading my long diaries in part one and Part twoー！！！！！

I said everything I wanted to say‼️

...

Also my Gaokki socks🧦

They're super cute…💕

I've never actually met Kaga-san‼️

One time they were playing Kaga-san' graduation memorial DVD at the office and I just suddenly longed to see her like 「I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet her someday…」🌹

I want to go and see Moulin Rouge once work calms down and I get some free time。Definitely Definitely Definitely。

I'll write a long blog about it、definitely‼️

Look forward to it〜

Oh yeah！

Speaking of Gaokki…？

Have you already been to our Gaokki Café〜？？？？？？

Have you eaten my dried shrimp churro？？🤣

A while ago Angerme's Tamenaga Shion-san and Kawana Rin-san went to the Gaokki Café、and Tamenaga-san got my churro、and Kawana-san had Inoue'sー！！！！！！！！！！Did you see that？！Please go and read their blogs if you haven't💗💚

Tamenaga-saan Kawana-saan！！！！

Yumigeta is so happyー！！！！！！！

They also gave delicious pancakes so please try those too💕︎

You can choose your sauce colour from our 14 member colours✨

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today I'll introduce thisー！！！！！

A matcha shaker！！！！！

Isn't it amazingー？！？！？！？！

Yesterday、my friend gave it to me‼️‼️‼️

The moment she gave it to me I was like

「Wawawawawawawa」

I really wanted one、and I've been debating buying one for ages…

I love matcha、and I've been wanting to be able to make it myselfーand then my friend gave me this as a present yesterday❗️

I'm superー happy！！！！！

I put it to use as soon as I got home！

Firstー

① Add 20ml of water to the shaker

Next

② Add 2g of matcha

Finally

③ Shake it lots ﾌﾙ(ง ˘ω˘ )วﾌﾙ

Then

④ Add it to 80ml of hot water（adjust to suit your preferences）

It was a major success‼️‼️‼️

I also added sugar🧂🧂🧂

It was super delicious！！！！！

A while ago、I did a matcha experience and it tasted just like that but this was surprisingly easy❣️

...

I wanted to join the Tea Ceremony Club or Cheer Club or Archery Club or Kendo Club in high school so I'm glad I got to make my own matcha‼️

I'll make it agaーin♡

I Getted 「Japanese Cultural Appreciation」✨️

I bet it would be delicious drizzled on ice cream too〜 I'll try it with vanilla ice cream next💪🔥🔥🔥

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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T/N News and information has not been translated

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Everyone！

The Young Jump issue that features lotttts of Hello Pro members including me is currently on sale‼️

I had fun in my fluffy white dress〜

Plus it was my first as a group of Yamazaki-san Okamura-san Sakurai-san Inoue Yumigeta、so the shoot was really fun〜！

You'd know this if you've already this but…

【For me、Hello Pro is 「War」！】

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐶🐶🐶

[makeadealwithdean]

'tis the damn season - part 5

‘tis the damn season (a college/hometown au) - Part 5

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Tags (cw updated by ch.): soooo much fluff, THEY FINALLY GO ON THEIR DATE, taylor swift vibes, dean hating his job (subtly though), dean’s so soft, no beta- we die like men

Series Summary: It’s Christmas break, and Y/N is headed home for the holidays. But with her hometown, comes thoughts of her high school boyfriend, Dean, and what they might’ve had if she’d taken the other road. When she runs into Dean, she can’t help but wonder if they can rekindle the spark between them.

Word Count: 2.5k

Divider: @firefly-graphics​​

a/n: it's me, hi, i'm the problem, it's me. cause i haven't updated this fic in forever, but i really want to continue this story, and lucky for me, the fall weather, halloween, just the season feelings in general, brought me inspiration to continue. i think that inspiration will stick around through the holidays. so if you're still reading/if you remember this story, thank you, thank you, i love you ❤️

Main Masterlist // Playlist // Dean Masterlist

AO3 // Part 4

Y/N breezed through the door, hurrying in from the cold. She smiled when she saw Dean sitting at their old table and started to make her way over to him. The heels of her boots clicked on the wooden floor as she walked, and her trench coat swished around her knees. She looked just as beautiful as Dean had imagined, probably even more so. 

He stood to greet her, reaching to take her bag from her shoulder, his hand brushing the back of her elbow as she allowed him to take the straps of the tote. “Hey, Y/N,” Dean spoke softly — gently. Almost as if he was worried he’d scare her off. “Thanks for comin’ to see me. M’real glad you did.”

He looked at her with the most sincerity, green eyes timid, but hopeful. A soft smile played along the corners of his lips, and Y/N could feel her self-resolve melting. Her determination not to let him smash every wall she’d worked so hard to put up after their relationship had ended the first time was already fading, and she hadn’t even sat down with him yet. 

Dean pulled out her chair for her — Ever the gentleman — and hung her bag gently on the back of it. She gave him a small, but not unkind, smile, “Me too. It’ll be good to catch up with you.”

“Yeah,” Dean leaned back on his heels once she’d sat down and settled into the familiar wooden chair. He was still smiling softly, like he was trying not to but simply couldn’t help himself. He let his hands drop onto his thighs gently, “Can I buy your coffee? Haven’t ordered yet or anything, just figured I’d get both together.” 

“Oh,” Y/N let out a slightly nervous giggle. “That’s sweet, but Dean, you don’t have to do that.”

“Please, let me?” Dean tilted his head a bit, and Y/N was reminded instantly of a begging puppy. “I really want to.”

She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. This wasn’t a date. She hesitated, but the look on his face told her he genuinely did want to do this for her. She guessed Dean could sense her debating with herself because he added softly, rocking back and forth slightly, nervously, “Just as friends.”

Well, as long as he understood that, what harm could it do? She gave him a real smile this time, because yeah, it was sweet of him, “Sure, I’d love that. Thank you.” 

“Hot vanilla latte?” he suggested, grinning, eyebrows raised as if he was tempting her. 

Y/N laughed, “Can’t believe you remember my coffee order, but yes, that sounds awesome.”

“Thought so,” Dean smirked proudly, obviously pleased that she’d noticed his attention to detail. “Be right back.” 

Y/N watched his familiar gait as he approached the counter, before pulling her phone out and shooting off a text to Charlie.

Y/N: At the coffee shop with Dean, and I’ve only been here two minutes, and I can already feel myself missing how we used to be. Tell me I’m crazy.

The three dots appeared as Charlie immediately started typing back. Y/N looked up towards the counter where Dean was talking to the barista. Her phone buzzed in her hand.

Charlie: HA i was right!!! i knew you’d start falling for him again 

Y/N: Whoa, whoa, whoa, nobody’s FALLING for anyone. I’m just feeling nostalgic because he remembered my coffee order. And he’s being really sweet, but I am NOT looking for a relationship rn. Especially not getting back with my ex. So tell me I’m insane.

Charlie: girl i’m not gonna say that, i know you’re not looking for something atm, but the best things come along when you aren’t seeking them out. just go with it! let yourself give him a chance, maybe he’ll surprise you ;)

Y/N: Ugh, you’re no help. That is not what I needed to hear. Gotta go, he’s coming back.

Charlie: just speaking the truth. you’re telling me everything after!

Y/N: Yeah, yeah.

Dean sat down across from her and set her latte down gently in front of her, his own in his other hand. Y/N immediately curled her hands around the outside of the cup, wanting to warm her still-chilled fingers, “Thanks, Dean.” She rewarded him with a genuine smile, and he returned it, “S’nothin’. Least I could do.”

“Well, still, thank you,” Y/N cleared her throat. “So, tell me about work! How’s everything going with that?”

“Ah,” Dean hesitated like he was choosing his words carefully. “Well, I’m still with my dad’s company, which… y’know, it is what it is.” He finished all in a rush, shrugging like he was trying to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, didn’t matter.

Y/N didn’t want to pry. After all, Dean seemed pretty hesitant to talk about it, and his future, his job, his dad — those were the things that had caused a rift between them the first time around. Maybe he felt like this was treading dangerously close to addressing their history, their past problems. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it then, so no way would he wanna talk about it now, Y/N thought.

And yet, she wanted him to be happy — and she needed to know if he was, for her own peace of mind. They were there, meeting, talking. At Dean’s request, might she add, and he knew damn well how she was when it came to the people she cared for’s well-being. So maybe she was prying just a bit, but — “And how is it?” she asked him simply, not wanting to lead his answer one way or the other. 

“Um, well, you know my dad,” Dean circled his own hands around his cup, resting his elbows on the tabletop. His eyes held just the tiniest bit of tiredness. If Y/N hadn’t known him so well, she probably never would’ve noticed. “He’s not the easiest guy to get along with, all the time, and the job itself,” he shrugged again, “it’s not bad, but it’s…not — well, it’s work, y’know?” 

Dean tried to laugh it off, make a joke, but Y/N could read him like a giant, neon billboard on a dark night. She knew exactly where that sentence had been going — it’s not bad, but it’s not what I want. 

He was trying to pass it off like it was purely the fact that it was a job— that he had to work at all— that was making him unhappy. That wasn’t it at all, and they both knew it. Dean loved to work, needed it even. Working, provided it was something he loved, made him happy. But she knew she shouldn’t say anything. She shouldn’t insert herself into Dean and his father’s business, not again.

So, she just nodded, smiled softly, “Mhmm, I know what you mean. How’s the Impala then?” She’d seen the black, angular vehicle parked out front, and she just knew her taking an interest in the car would bring back the ease in Dean’s smile.

She was right, of course. Dean smiled proudly, “My baby’s runnin’ just as smooth as ever. Just gave her a quick tune-up myself. Ironed out any possible kinks, and now she’s purring like a house-cat.”

Y/N chuckled. Dean’s love for that car rivaled most anything she’d ever seen, and honestly, she found it pretty cute. Sure, maybe it was a bit odd, but the passion, or intensity even— the fact that he cared so much was something she found attractive. Or had found attractive, she reminded herself. Not anymore— she’d let the past be the past. She had to, for her own sake. “She looks just as pretty as I remember. You’ve taken good care of her,” she said, still giggling slightly.

“Of course I have, sweetheart! Only the best for her, and I do all the work on her myself. Don’t trust any garages or anythin’ like that.”

“I’m impressed,” Y/N raised her eyes in appreciation, “but honestly, Dean, I expected nothing less.”

He laughed, and Y/N once again had to yank her mind away from thoughts about how pretty he was when he smiled. Any tension present had melted away though, and she was grateful for that. “But what about you then?” Dean started, gesturing towards her and then back towards himself. “Tell me about school, hit me. I wanna hear it all!” 

So she told him everything— from her first semester struggles with difficult classes, being away from home for the first time, to the friends she’d found, a couple she’d lost even, and he listened to it all. Nodding along with her as she talked animatedly. Asking questions in all the right places. She’d nearly forgotten how good of a listener he could be. And it felt good to talk about it all to someone with an outside perspective. Going to her university really was what she wanted. Pursuing a higher level of education and a degree had always been her dream, and she was happy to be chasing that, but it definitely wasn’t easy all the time. And Dean sympathized with her, encouraged her, just as he always had. 

Dean. He really was the most selfless person she’d ever met. Since she’d met him, she must’ve seen him give up his own wishes to fulfill those of others dozens of times. Some of those were small instances — working more to earn a little extra to help his brother go on that field trip with his class, canceling his own plans to help his father with a project at work. Even things for her while they’d been dating — like that time he’d bailed on guy’s night so he could take her to see that movie she’d been so excited about on opening night. Other things he’d sacrificed hadn’t been so small. Like his decision to work with his father’s company instead of pursuing the career he’d wanted. 

Y/N wondered what that even was, his dream career. He’d never said. Even when she’d asked him what it was he really wanted to do with his life, he’d never say. Always insisted that going into business with his dad was what he wanted, that he liked the job. It had always been very obvious to her that that simply wasn’t the case, but no amount of begging or pleading or pushing him to take his own path was going to change his mind. He was much too stubborn for that.

Y/N, however, had an inkling of what Dean might want to choose for his career, given the chance. She’d seen the way he was with the Impala. She’d have to be blind not to, of course — he called the car “Baby” and took care of it with a similar level of tenderness as he’d taken care of her while they were together. He was always working on her when he had a few spare minutes, fixing and tuning up until she looked and sounded brand new.

She didn’t want to overstep her boundaries, or make the same mistake that’d caused so many problems for them senior year, but she was already telling him so much about her school that it seemed like a natural segue. The university was beautiful. It had a campus she loved and a college town that had just about everything. Including a trade school with a great mechanic certification program. She knew about its stellar reputation through a classmate and friend she’d met her first year who’d gone through the program and now worked at the garage in town.

Maybe she shouldn’t mention it at all, she hadn’t seen Dean in years. Probably dropping hints about his choice of careers wouldn’t be much appreciated, but God, the more she watched him sit there and listen to her talk, the more she wanted happiness for him. Surely just the mention of the program couldn’t hurt. 

She couldn’t help herself.

“Y’know, actually, speaking of my friend, he wound up going to the trade school that’s also right next to the university. See, he wanted to be a mechanic really badly, and funnily enough, they have a really awesome mechanic certification program. So he went through that, and loved it! Now, he works at the garage in town, helps me out a lot when my car needs something done. Kinda reminded me of you that way.” 

She tilted her head smiling at him, praying he wouldn’t take anything she’d said the wrong way. But she must’ve been worried for nothing, because Dean just raised his eyebrows and nodded. The expression on his face read as if she’d just told him something he found mildly interesting.

“Well, now, that’s really good that you’ve found someone to help you out with that kinda stuff while you’re up at school. Sounds like you’ve made good friends and that you’re really loving it. I’m glad. Always knew you’d do great.”

Dean’s words caused a rush of affection to spring to her heart. “Yeah. Yeah, my friends are the best, and I mean, like I’ve been saying, it’s tough sometimes. It’s college. But the good parts are really awesome.”

“I’m glad, Y/N,” Dean smiled warmly. “But you do know” he raised his eyebrows at her playfully “that if you ever have any car troubles at home — hell, if you have any troubles at home, period, you can always come to me, ‘n I’ll do whatever I can to help you out.” He waggled his finger at her like he was jokingly scolding her. “Don’t ever think that just cause we aren’t…y’know, that you can’t come to me for stuff. I mean, look at us, gettin’ coffee as friends— I can still fix your car as a friend.”

He said it all jokingly, but she could see the sincerity there, and it softened her heart just a little. So what if they maybe still had feelings for each other? Would that really be so bad? She couldn’t deny that sitting here with him caused old feelings to come rushing back. She tried to stamp them down, but that smile of his, those eyes looking at her so sweetly — how could she chase away the best memories of her time with him?

Her thoughts bled through in a suddenly shy smile, and she took an interest in design on the coffee cup still in her hand. She stared down at the cup as she answered him, but the warmth in her voice probably betrayed her anyway, “Thank you, Dean. I appreciate that.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, sipping his drink carefully, like he too was remembering their greatest hits together.

Suddenly, Dean sat forward on his elbows, smiling like he’d just thought of a great idea, “Hey, do you wanna go look at Christmas lights with me?” The grin on his face was so earnest and childlike that Y/N couldn’t help but match it. Not to mention she was a sucker for Christmas lights. How could she turn him down?

a/n: thank you so much for reading! please leave me a comment or reblog cause feedback is golden!!

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Thank you so much again for writing that Dax story! If you have time, could you maybe write a sweet fluffy Dax story? If you don't have time that's ok! It could be a continuation of the last story or whatever you want! Again thank you and hope you are doing ok (:

A/N: Dear Dax loving nonny, I just love your requests. They are so much fun. I decided to write this as a sequel to Across All Categories, and I hope you enjoy it. I am still trying to get my flow back. Sorry for making you wait for so long for this, too. (Also, always feel free to ask for more Dax, because I love the man, and writing for him.)

Kiss Me, You Fool (Dax Harwood x Reader)

June 26th, 2022, Forbidden Door PPV

He was nervous. Which was weird, he had never been the nervous one. Cash always stressed out before big matches, or matches in general, but not him. So he sat there, tying his wrestling boots, wondering what was different this time. His partner, who sat next to him, noticed the strange demeanor, too, so he cleared his throat and looked at his best friend. "What's wrong Dax? You're really tense."

The bald man sighed. "I don't know. Just a little giddy I guess, that's all."

Cash shook his head. "You don't think it has anything to do with a certain someone who goes by the name Y/N?" He couldn't suppress his laughter when he saw the look on Dax's face: He looked like a 6 year old who got caught with his hands down the cookie jar.

"I-I have n-no idea what you mean, Cash", he stammered.

"Really, Dax?" the other questioned. "It has nothing to do with the fact that last time you two saw each other, you both basically confessed your love, but then did NOTHING about it?" He then put his hand on the other's shoulder. "Why don't you just go to her, and tell her how you feel? I'm sure she'll even kiss you for good luck for our match."

He frowned at his friend's comment, but Dax knew that Cash was right, maybe not about the confessing part, but he definitely wanted to talk to you. No, he needed to talk to you. About anything really, just not the confessing part.

After a minute of internally debating with himself, trying to talk himself out of it, he stood up and made his way out of the locker room to catering, where he hoped you were still at.

As soon as he entered the large room, he scanned every corner for you, but could not find you. When he noticed one of your friends, he walked over and asked them about your whereabouts. And much to his dismay, he learned that you already started working at the merch stand. He couldn't go there now...

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"There you go! Enjoy your new shirt!"

You smiled brightly at the man, who then made his way back into the arena. Once the Pay Per View had begun, only few people came up to you to buy something. Usually, they hit the bathroom and decided to buy something on their way back.

Although this was the time of work you disliked the most, because it was boring to just wait for somebody to come up to you, you were glad this was the case now. FTR's match had just started, and you could watch it on your phone.

It was only a few minutes into the match when you realized something was off. Dax held his arm, pain written all over his face. You knew from Cash that there wasn't any injury spot planned. This was not a work. This was real, very real. Your eyes were glued to the tiny screen as Dax made his way to the back, leaving Cash on his own in the ring.

Panic washed over you: what if he was injured and out for months? They had worked so hard to get to this point, they would become 7-Star FTR tonight. If he was out for a longer time, it would kill all momentum they had built since their match against the Briscoes. They might lose all their titles. Dax would beat himself up because of it.

For a brief moment, you thought about leaving your merch stand and rush back to him, but you knew you shouldn't do that because you might get in trouble or even lose your job if you left the stand unattended, and you couldn't possibly just burst in the medical room or wherever Dax was and cause a scene.

...And maybe he didn't want you there, you thought. In fact, you were a little hurt that he didn't make an attempt to meet you today. Usually on a big day, you'd have a coffee with the two of them in the afternoon, make fun of Cash and his unnecessary nervousness before the match, crack some jokes to ease him up and help them relax a bit before they got prepared for their match and you started working. None of that happened today. You'd seen them from afar, Cash shot you a smile and gave you a little wave, but Dax's eyes stayed glued on something else, not you, before he dragged his tag partner back to the locker rooms - where they stayed the whole day.

So you didn't move an inch and just hoped he was fine. You watched Cash searching for Dax in their corner, and then desperately tagging in Trent when he realized he was still on his own.

Minutes felt like hours until you heard a pop throughout the arena. That's when you knew it - he was coming back to the ring.

Dax didn't rush, he walked at a normal pace, his shoulder taped and his arm in a sling. You could tell he wasn't feeling okay, but he was a professional. And this was his dream, his passion: he felt the need to leave a legacy in the business. Step by step, they had worked to built up that legacy, and he was willing to put his body through a fair amount of pain to take the next step. The match ended up being shorter than planned, and when FTR won, a bittersweet feeling overcame you. You were proud of your friends, and happy for them, but you were also worried about Dax's shoulder. You waited for some time, because you knew they would be busy right now, shaking hands, taking photos, getting checked by medical again. But the urge to go backstage and look for him became overwhelming, so you texted one of your friends and coworkers to take over your spot for a few minutes. As soon as she arrived and took over, you hurried backstage to find Dax. As you anticipated, both members of FTR could be found by the medical rooms, Cash wearing a worried expression.

Right when Dax came into your view, you yelled his name to get his attention. The frown plastered on his face morphed into a forced smile as you powerwalked over to him.

"Hey little one. No need to w-"

Whatever he wanted to say to you, he couldn't get it out in time. Your lips were faster as you cupped both his cheeks, pulled him close to you and pressed your lips on his.

Dax's brain couldn't even process what was going on, but next to him, Cash's eyes grew twice as big before a smirk spread across his face. Just as he wanted to leave Dax and you to get a more private moment, you pulled away, taken aback by your own action. You tried your hardest to play it cool, to even ignore what you just did, but you were beyond flustered. You could feel your heart almost beating out of your chest as you took a step back and asked as nonchalantly as possible. "Are you okay? What's with your shoulder?"

He couldn't answer, he just stared at you, mouth hanging open, completely dumbfounded. Seconds dragged on forever, and after a few moments of silence, you nervously bounced on your feet before patting his good shoulder. "Well, congratulations on your win. 7-Star FTR. Yay! Hope your shoulder gets better soon." With those words you turned on your heel and rushed back to your merch stand, not daring to look back at him.

If you had, you would have seen Cash smacking Dax's bald head to snap him back to reality...

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Right after the show had ended, all the fans had left, and you had dismantled the stand, you fled the arena and headed straight for your hotel room. There was no chance in hell you wanted to run into Dax. Not after what you had done.

So instead of joining the after show party, you sat alone in your hotel room, waiting for your food to arrive and breaking your brain about how you could fix that goddamn situation. You were so deep in thought, you almost didn't hear the knock on your door. When you realized your food was waiting outside, you quickly got up and opened the door - only to be met with Dax giving you the puppy dog eyes. "Hey." A soft smile graced his lips. As quickly as you had opened the door, you closed it right into his face. Although he attempted to put his foot in, for once in your life, your reflexes didn't leave you hanging and you were faster than him.

Dax stood outside, putting one hand on his hip while knocking over and over again. "Come on, Y/N. Open the door. We need to talk." He waited a moment, but no reaction came from inside. "Please, little one."

The fact that he still called you by your nickname gave you the courage to open the door again, even if it was only reluctantly, and you motioned for him to enter your hotel room. When your eyes met his, a nervous, unusually high pitched giggle left your mouth while you scratched your neck. "Listen, Dax, I am very sorry. I-" He silenced you by putting his index finger on your lips. It was merely touching your skin, but it set your nerves on fire nonetheless.

"You can't just kiss me and then hide from me like that, Y/N. Please listen to what I have to say." He seemed to be nervous...or excited?

He looked at you for what seemed forever, his brown eyes carrying a warmth you always admired. "No, I don't really wanna talk right now, little one. Let me show you instead." With these words, he copied your actions from earlier that night and cupped your cheeks as he tenderly pressed his lips on yours. And just like a few hours before, one was absolutely baffled. This time, it was you, for a brief moment. Then, your body reacted on its own, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You could feel the tension leave his body, and Dax smiled against your lips.

When you moved away from him, you couldn't help but spot the same smile he did. His dimples were gonna be the death of you. The man had no idea just how handsome he was. His smile faded as he tried to explain himself.

"I am really sorry, you must have been so worried when I didn't do anything back there. You know, I am so madly in love with you, but you're nice, and smart, and funny, and why would someone like you go and settle for an old grumpy guy like myself..."

You frowned at his explanation, but decided against talking back. For now. Not now.

"Dax... just shut up and kiss me again, you fool." You stated as you pressed your body against his and pecked his lips again. He happily obeyed and you two shared a passionate kiss. You could definitely get used to this.

When he pulled away for some air, Dax smiled at you again.

"I might steal that line, little one." He said as he held your hands in his and brushed his nose against yours before he gave you a little kiss on the forehead.

"You can have that line. And for the record: I am also madly in love with your old, grumpy ass."

[inbabylontheywept]

Not very polished because I'm just whipping this out, buuuuuut. But. David scowled. "Is this a bit? Some kind of name pun? This has to count as discrimination. I am Jewish you know. HR is going-" Captain Alweiss waved off the complaint before it could be voiced. "You played baseball in college, David. It's on your resume. The name thing is just some kind of cosmic irony."

Ah. Well. He couldn't be surprised, really. She knew everything about everyone - it was why she was the captain. The burden of leadership. Still, college had been three years prior, and it wasn't like doing maintenance of a fusion core had been helping him keep his coordination up. He'd spent more time using remote grippers than his own hands. He tried one more plea. Death's spectre had eroded his pride. "Okay, sure, but I'm rusty, and trial by combat was not part of my job description. If we just wait things out here, the orbital crew will bust us out before anything bad happens. We're going to be fine either way. Why should I risk my ass like some kind of gladiator?" She wasn't having it. "Yes. We will be fine. But the orbital crew is being commanded by Eriksen. He's going to slaughter his way down here. Anything less than triple digit casualties is-" "-better than his track record. Okay. You're making an argument. But, counter argument, why should I risk my live to save the lives of the people that are debating how to vivisect us? In a culture where trial by combat is still considered an acceptable way to prove personhood?"

Alweiss looked at him. The disappointment on her face was worse than anger. "Things only stop changing when they die. Killing them like this deprives them of the chance to ever be better. They are people, David. Flawed people. And I cannot command you to do this, but I am begging you to please, play ball."

Fuck. Who could say no to that? --- The arena mattered more to David than the actual weapons. His opponent, a massive quadruped complete with boar-like tusks, chose a sort of combination axe-helm. He himself declined any of the tools from the display, as they all seemed to be based around the idea that the head was the primary manipulation appendage. His refusal to pick a weapon was considered an acceptable choice, but it did draw some interest from the onlookers.

It was the floor of the arena that he was considering his true weapon. The inner ring was made of white sand, but that ring was lined with black, river-polished-orbs of onyx. Now those were useful. The two took their separate steps back. David was glad for the immense size of the battle-space. Clearly, the quadrupeds could move faster than humans.

The stood apart from each other, on the edge of the white sand, waiting for the signal that they could start. There was a bang of metal on metal, and the two combatants began their duel. The alien rushed him. Really, it seemed the only strategy that could work. David turned around, grabbed a river rock, and cocked his arm back.

He threw.

As he'd feared, his aim had declined since the college days. The first rock glanced off his opponents shoulder before spinning off into the distance.

Still, there were silver linings - he'd gotten stronger since school. In college, pitching was all about speed, but the river rocks here were a bastard and a half heavier than the simple leather and cork he'd grown up with. There was enough heavy lifting on the engineering deck that he could huck these almost as fast as the baseballs of college.

The first shot also succeeded in buying him a few more moments. The lightning blitz of the alien was slowed by a hair. David wasn't an expert on alien anatomy, but by reaction alone, he thought he'd given the thing a dead leg. Arm? Damn, it was hard to classify limbs on quadrupeds. He recognized the new things had had to take into account - the way that spin meant nothing on a rock that big, the way that the stone sunk so much faster than a ball. He cocked his arm back and fired a second time. This time was a direct hit - on the helmet. The axe-crown made a sound like a gong and dented enough to obscure the alien's vision. It had to stop for a full second to paw the damn thing off its face - a task made all the more difficult by crude blade welded to the front.

By the time the helm was off, David had his arm cocked back for a third throw. The ball of onyx whistled through the air before striking the alien full on in the forehead. There was a hollow thock like someone banging two hardwood logs together, and the thing teetered. David prayed he wouldn't have to fire a fourth shot, but for the first time in weeks, luck was on his side. The titan fell without further violence.

The room was silent, except for his panting. The crowd looked on, confused on what to do next. Do they release the some pink things? Procedure seemed to override the confusion, and after a few tense moments, the door outside creaked open. Alweiss was released from somewhere in the crowd, and she came running out, cheering and shouting. David himself just felt numb.

They stepped out together, into the light of the morning. Alweiss was already setting up her communicator, eager to intervene before orbit could bring down its fiery wrath. He was glad for that, glad for her ability to keep functioning, but he felt like he'd lost something intangible back in those white sands and he wasn't sure how to get it back. She noticed. Of course she noticed. The call finished, and a simple landing crew - no guns, no bombs, no war - was sent down to grab the two within the next hour. And then she came over, and gave him a solid pat on the back, like she was trying to dislodge something. It must've worked because it was just a few moments after that he felt something running down his cheek and realized it was tears.

Projectiles, Aliens, and You.

I guess I'm making this my niche, huh?

Anyway, a thought occurred to me. Since humans are quite literally built from the ground up to throw things, we naturally started by throwing rocks, and then spears, and eventually that blunt and pointy technology grew so advanced we could launch projectiles using explosions out of a rifle to kill something hundreds of feet away.

What if that thought just. Never occurred to aliens?

If their biology isn't specifically made for something, I doubt they would try to do it, especially if they're from worlds far more cushy than Earth. Instead of using projectiles, might they only know combat using their bodies? Would humans, and humans alone be the only sapient species using projectile weaponry?

If so, how would this affect things?

[nebulousfishgills]

Our Reality

("In Reality," Part 2)

Request by @cuddleluv : can you PLSSSSSS make a part 2 to the “in reality” ff 😩 I’ve got idea for it too! so y/n moves on and yk gets a new lover (you could choose who lol) and Wanda realizes what she lost after she sees y/n with her new lover and tries to get her back but y/n rejects her because her new lover respects and loves her

Ahhhh I'm so glad part one was so well received! Apologies for not getting this out sooner, I've been just so busy and, being honest, was seriously debating whether or not to actually create a second part. But I've gotten a few requests for it, a new experience for me. So here you go! ❤

I chose your new partner to be Natasha because why not?

Warnings: Angst, feels, swearing, Natasha x Reader (just in case you don't vibe with that) fluff (from Natasha), like, one very brief mention of sexual ideas

ฯฯฯ

"Tasha, did something burn in here?" You asked, entering the kitchen with a wrinkled nose. Natasha's face poked out from the faint smoke coming from the oven, her hand fanning it away.

"Well, it was supposed to be cookies for your birthday, but I guess that's not happening." She said, her cheeks turning a little pink. You felt heat bloom in your chest at the sweet gesture. Your face broke out into a grin.

"Aww, Tasha, you didn't have to do that!" You said.

"I almost wish I hadn't; it smells awful in here." Nat replied sheepishly.

"Well, at least you tried. That's more than enough."

Your mind wandered back to the events of a few months ago and your nasty breakup with Wanda at your word choice. She hadn't even tried to make an effort with you. You were just some disposable girlfriend to her. Something to distract her.

For weeks you had wallowed in self pity before deciding to get yourself back out there again. Slowly, sure. And you certainly weren't going to prey on a down on their luck possible partner for food and fucks. You were bigger than Wanda in that sense, at least.

After yet another failed date, you were walking home with your heels in your hands and dirt on your feet. You could keep your head held high and look around more.

Someone grabbed for your bag and started running off with it. You screamed after them, calling for someone to help. You were running out of breath not long after, ready to say goodbye to your possessions when the thief was suddenly knocked down. A woman with bright red hair had punched him in the face and sent him to the ground with a roundhouse kick. You approached her as she picked up the bag.

"Is this yours?" She queried.

"Y-yes. Thank you." You replied.

"No problem. But..."

"But?"

"Well, I saved your purse. So it's only fair we get coffee later." The redhead smirked at you. "Unless you would rather not."

"No, of course. It's the least I can do...?"

"Natasha."

"Natasha." You repeated. "The coffee place around the corner from here? Tomorrow at 9?"

"Sounds like a date."

And that's how you had met Natasha. Part of you had been worried remembering how you had first met Wanda after a bad morning. Well, having a bad evening could mean something different, you had figured. Sure enough, you and Nat had met for coffee and hit it off almost immediately. Now you both had a quaint little apartment together and you honestly hadn't ever felt happier.

Well, maybe you had been when you were still with Wanda, but those memories had soured knowing what she had really thought of you.

"Well, the cookies are a bust. How about we go to the cupcake place down the street and grab a few?" Nat suggested.

"That's the best alternative you could have suggested, Tasha. I'll grab my things."

"Okay, but I'm buying. It's still your birthday."

"If you insist."

***

"How about six lemon and six (your favorite cupcake flavor)?" You said.

"Sure thing. The order should be ready in a few minutes." The cashier said, jotting down the order and delivering the ticket to the back as Nat handed over the cash for the dozen cakes.

"I'm gonna go use the restroom, (Y/N). You can wait outside and I'll grab the cakes when I finish." Nat said, kissing your forehead.

"Okay."

The little bell dinged a few times as you exited the store, taking in the fresh air. The thought of the cupcakes made your stomach rumble the more moments passed. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself while you waited.

"(Y/N)?" A voice said from your left. You looked up at the direction of the voice and your breath immediately hitched.

Wanda.

"Oh. Hello, Wanda." You said curtly, returning your gaze to your screen.

"How... are you doing?" Wanda asked you.

"Like you care." You mumbled. Wanda didn't hear the comment, standing in silence for a moment.

"Okay, (Y/N), I have the cupcakes." Nat said, coming out of the store with a lavender box in her hand.

"Thanks, Tasha." You said, pecking her lips. Maybe this was petty; Nat wasn't big on PDA, but Wanda was standing right there and... it was too good to pass up.

"You're... Dating Nat?" Wanda asked.

"Yes. And?"

"...nothing, I guess."

"Exactly."

Wanda seemed to notice the box in Nat's hand (the redhead analyzing the conversation carefully so she could pull you away if need be), reading the label on the lid.

"Oh? What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, testing the waters. You inhaled sharply, turning on your heel to face Wanda.

"I would have been more surprised if you had actually remembered my birthday, all things considered. It's not like you cared anyways.

"(Y/N), wait--"

"February 16th, Wanda. That's the day you were born. That's right, I actually put in an effort to remember." You snapped.

"I... I... Y/N, listen, I--"

"Oh, here it comes. Wanda's Pity Party. Well, go ahead. Say what you have to." You folded your arms and stared at Wanda like a mad bull. The brunette bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I... look, I realize that I was being wildly insensitive and I should never have strung you along like that. I understand that and I deeply apologize. I was hoping that we might be able to move past this and... maybe be friends?" She said quietly. At this, you had to laugh.

"Friends? It's gonna take a lot more than that to even get close to friends, Wanda." You said haugtily. Then, you finally sighed. "I appreciate at least a small apology, though. But I don't ever see myself forgiving you."

"Y/N--" Wanda reached her hand out, but you batted it away.

"If you ever try to touch me again, I swear to God I'll--"

"Y/N, sweetheart, I think we should go." Natasha intervened before things could get worse. You glared at Wanda before walking back over to Nat and allowing her to place an arm around your shoulders. You glanced back at Wanda when you both started walking away. She looked crestfallen standing in the middle of the sidewalk. As much as you wanted to feel bad for her, you couldn't. Choosing to put on a brave face while you wiped your tears, you pulled out one of the cupcakes from the box in Nat's hand.

It was still your birthday after all. You would at least try to make it a good one.

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We're Worlds Apart (8)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: mentions of smoking, mentions of death

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: god, i had MAJOR writers block for this chapter. i almost got lost in the direction i wanted this series to go and i'm still figuring out a way on how to not let this drag out too long. i'm debating on adding this to wattpad but i don't know how to make aesthetically pleasing cover art so if anyone could teach a bitch how, lmk ✋🏼😩

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Blaise has been acting differently than usual. Not that you had too many complaints considering that you hardly knew him. Better words would be that from the short time you knew him, he started acting different. What was once two nights a week turned into him staying with you almost everyday.

It was kind of annoying, actually. He was here to see Draco, not some random person he just met.

One morning, he got up early and tried to make breakfast, but he had no idea how to work any of the muggle items so rather than your alarm on your bed stand you woke up to the smoke alarm.

You woke up feeling groggy but had a pleasant soreness on your inner thighs. Before you even brushed your hair or teeth, you rushed as much as you could to see what was going on in your house. When you stepped into your kitchen, your toaster was on fire and there was smoke everywhere. Blaise was just standing by it scratching his head. It woke you right up; you ran to your small laundry room and snatched the fire hydrant.

After you put the fire out, you turned to Blaise, “What the hell happened?”

“I guess now would be a bad time to ask you to make breakfast?” He didn't really show that he was sorry. Maybe on the inside he was, but would it kill him to show it? You rubbed the temple of your nose bridge to smooth out the growing headache. Now you have to buy a new toaster and make food for this man.

The bell rang through your house in the early morning. You set the fire hydrant on the counter and walked to the front door to see who it was that was outside. Probably, no, hopefully Theo coming to pick his best friend up to take him out to go anywhere else that wasn't your house.

Fate was decidedly not on your side today. The person that stood on your porch was none other than your mother. “Ma? What are you doing here?”

“Don’t be rude, baby,” she let herself in just like she used to walk into your room when you were younger living in her house. She looked around and had a scrunched up look. “Y/N, what is burning?”

Just when the situation couldn't get any worse, Blaise walked out to the living room also assuming Theo was here to see him. It donned on you now that Blaise was shirtless and his pajama silk bottoms were sitting dangerously low on his hips. You were glad that he was wearing underwear or else your mother would see more than she needed to.

Blaise stood shockingly still and wasn't sure what to do, so he just did the first thing that came to mind. “Hello, I'm Blaise. Nice to meet you,” he held his hand out for your mother to shake.

She stood with a look of horror on her face and kept her hands to her side. As if it was natural, she gave you a disapproving look before looking back at the man in your house. Blaise retracted his hand and looked at you, “I'll just be at Draco’s then.”

You nodded and stayed with your mother as he put on his shirt in your room and left. “Y/N… what are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Isn't it a long ride from Boston?” you sassed.

“Don't give me that. I wanted to come see you and… and I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” You could tell that it was really hard for her to say the last bit. “I shouldn't have acted the way I acted on Thanksgiving.”

“What happened, ma?” you asked with your arms crossed, “I know it's not because of Stephanie also practicing Wicca. And if it is, then I really don't understand.”

“I just… why are you still doing this? All of this? I get that you wanted to be closer to your grandmother so I let you do whatever you wanted–”

“You let me? You make it sound like this is some hobby!” you yelled.

“IT IS A HOBBY,” she animated with her arms, “Y/N, you are 26 years old. When are you going to move on?”

“This is ridiculous, I need you to leave,” you began to escort your mother out of your house. “No, I’m staying. This was my house–”

“No, it was Grandma’s house and now it’s mine. Goodbye, mother,” you closed the door in her face and turned against it to lean on your back. Your face was in your hands and you wanted to scream.

You checked the time on your oven and saw you still had 45 extra minutes to do whatever you wanted before you had to get ready to open the store. Since Blaise has been over everyday and you haven't opened up to him about your practice, you wanted to spend extra time to soothe all the negative and stressful energy that was building up inside you.

The closet hadn't been opened in a few days and once you were facing all your herbs, crystals, and oils, you immediately felt better.

“It's been a while, girls,” you spoke to yourself. You grabbed some oils, a sage and crystals to get ready. And you had lots of work to do.

—

“Alright, you are good to go,” Draco released a child with their parents. Work has since died down since the huge fiasco earlier in the month. There was still the question as to who and why it all happened, but he decidedly let it go for now.

Recently, he's been getting closer with you with small chats every now and then since the day in Manhattan. Draco deemed you as now ‘okay’ in his book. Your chats were simple but not bad.

One thing that for sure was odd was Blaise suddenly staying there every night. He never got an explanation, nor has he ever asked him. Blaise was acting kind of strange, but Draco liked to think it was due to being homesick.

Thirteen hours had passed and Draco’s day would finally come to an end. Ian and Ashley asked him if he'd like to join them on a drink, but he declined. Theo called him and let him know that Blaise was home, so he was going to drink with the two of them. He had yet to introduce his work friends with his best friends and was planning to before they went back to London.

As he pulled up home, he saw you sitting alone on your porch. You had a stoic look on your face and had a cigarette in between your fingers. Draco didn't think you smoked at all. He has never seen you do it once in the months living next to you.

He figured he’d just be a good neighbor and say hello. He walked over and knocked on the wooden porch to gain your attention. You were pulled out of whatever thought you were in the middle of and looked at him. “Oh, hi,” you greeted without your usual enthusiasm.

Draco went through his coat pockets for his own pack and pulled one out. He then realized that he didn't have one of those muggle lighters and tried to figure out how to light his smoke without magic like he usually did.

To you, it seemed that he just forgot a lighter so you pulled out yours and gestured for Draco to come closer. He leaned in and accepted it, “I didn't know you smoked.”

You chuckled to yourself, “Yeah, I uh, quit a year ago.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “You don't look like you quit.” He took a couple puffs of his cigarette and looked out on the street. You took a particularly long puff and slowly let the smoke out of your lips, “Well, when you have a mom like mine, you start up old habits again.”

“You’ve never met my father,” Draco commented under his breath, “She seemed nice when I met her.”

“She's nice to everyone but her own daughter,” you rolled your eyes. You let your cigarette out and almost started another one, but something stopped you. You leaned back into your chair and closed your eyes.

“Have you two always fought?” Draco asked. You kept at your position but opened your eyes. You gave it some thought before eventually nodding ‘yes’. “What about your father?”

The question seemed to have affected you; your eyes started getting glossy and your bottom lip quivered. Draco noticed. Should I not have asked that?

“He passed away when I was 12,” you sounded like your breath was cut short. Your hands reached up to cover your eyes and wipe away any tears before they could fall down.

As much as Draco and Lucius never saw eye to eye, he couldn't really imagine losing his father. Sure, Lucius was harsh on his son and always compared him to Potter, but Draco still cared about him. And he knew that Lucius loved him in his own way. Maybe you weren't all that different.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Draco consoled. You stood up to go inside. The weather was cold and your cashmere sweater wasn't doing you any good. “Thank you.” Draco let his cigarette out and told you ‘Good night’ before leaving.

Stepping down, he looked back and called for you, “Y/N.” You hadn't closed the door yet, so you looked back with your door held by your hand, waiting for whatever Draco had to say. “If you ever need to talk… I'm right next door.”

It surprised you to say the least. But it unexpectedly made you warm on the inside. “Thank you, Dray.” He nodded and waved before going home.

Inside, Theo sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen eating leftovers from the night before and Blaise was going through the Daily Prophet. “How was work?” the latter friend asked.

“Alright. Good to see you here for once,” Draco greeted. Blaise laughed without taking his eyes off the paper, “Can't a man be with his girlfriend before he leaves?”

“Ha, is that what you two are?” Theo teased from across the room with his mouth stuffed, “Look at Blaise; he finally settled down. Hell has officially frozen over.”

Blaise listed one hand to flip off Theo. Draco, however, felt a churn in his stomach. It was weird to hear Blaise call you his girlfriend. No one has gotten Blaise to call them that, but somehow you did it.

He wasn't really sure Blaise even knew what it meant to have a girlfriend, or even how to be a boyfriend. He never asked what they did knowing that he'd get endless teasing.

Draco grumbled to himself and went to his room. He changed into comfortable clothes and right when he was about to join Theo in the kitchen, he looked at his window for a moment. He peeked through his window and saw you through yours.

You sat on your bed with your legs up to your chest and your arms wrapped them close. Your face had no expression on it, but considering the conversation less than an hour ago, one could assume that you were sad.

“You fancy her, don't you?” Blaise surprised Draco, making the blond jump. “Merlin, Blaise, don't do that.”

“Well?” Blaise stood against the open door with arms and legs crossed. Draco rolled his eyes and walked towards the door, but Blaise didn't budge from his position. “I don't fancy anybody, now move.”

“I don't care if you do. But I do care when you lie to me. And yourself,” Blaise’s tone was threatening.

“Shouldn't you fancy her? She's your girlfriend,” Draco matched his tone. “Besides, if she was, shouldn't you be pissed if I did?”

“I do fancy her, but I'm not the one living next to her. Eventually, I'm leaving,” Blaise reminded his best friend. “So do us the favor and figure out whatever it is you want, or I'll find a reason to stay.” With that, Blaise left to his shared room and slammed the door.

What in Salazar is his deal? Draco thought. He walked up to his fridge and rummaged through all the containers of leftover food. I really need to learn how to cook.

Theo was still eating when he started talking, “Blaise has been pissy all day. What you reckon is his deal?”

“‘M gonna guess there's trouble in paradise and she's sick of him,” Draco jokes. His eyes land on the Chinese food from a couple nights ago and warms it up with his wand.

“Hm, as if,” Theo commented. He cleaned his mess up when he finished and turned to Draco. “Night, mate. Fingers crossed he doesn't yell at me and I have to sleep on the couch.”

“Night,” Draco replied and sat down on one of the high chairs. He thought a lot about you telling him about your father. He sat and wondered if you told Blaise. Maybe you even opened up to him about your… craft? Draco didn't know what to call it yet.

But he figured that if you did, Draco would be the first person Blaise would tell. And seeing as even Theo, the biggest mouth between the three, hasn't said anything, then that meant that you probably hadn't told Blaise.

And for a quick second, passing just as quickly as it came, he wondered if you would tell him first.

—

It was currently December 18th. Your dad's birthday. Usually you'd ride with your mother to his stone in Boston, but seeing as your latest argument was bothering you, staring at photos of him was going to be enough today.

You hardly remembered much about him since you were young, but you remember the good moments and some of the bad. The bad being the last of his days. His cancer was strong as it was caught too late by doctors.

The store was closed today per usual. You never had it opened on his birthday. Blaise was also at Draco's house. You'd ask him to have the day to yourself and when he asked why, you didn't explain.

Your door bell rang and you groaned, hoping it wasn't your mother again.

"Hey," your brother greeted you. "Y/B/N, hey. Come in, you're probably freezing." Inside, he took his jacket off and hung it on your coat rack. He sat on the couch and your cat ran to sit on his lap. "Sometimes, I think she likes you more than me," you chuckled as your brother gave her head strokes and she purred loudly.

"How come you're by yourself? We missed you today," your brother asked. You sat beside him and closed the photo book. "I didn't feel like fighting with mom again today."

"Y/N/N, I know she's hard to handle, but she needed you today," he reached out for your hand and squeezed it. "I needed you, too."

"Well, she has a funny way of showing it," you stared into nothing. You rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your throw blanket over your shoulders. "Sometimes, I almost forget what he's like. His laugh, how he made Ma smile. How he smelled," you started.

Your brother was 8 when your dad died, so his memory was limited. But he still remembers how much he loved him. You both sat in silence, hands locked and the only sound being your cats purring.

"Mom told me you have a boyfriend. That true?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe? He hasn't said anything, and he leaves after New Years, so maybe not," you half-explained. What was Blaise to you? Did he feel anything when you were together? Was it just physical? You didn't know, and you never asked.

"Well, if he breaks your heart, I don't care where he lives. I'm beating his ass," your brother commented. You hit his shoulder and he laughed. "How's Steph? I haven't been able to call her," you asked.

"Oh. Um, we're taking a break." Your brother sounded sad. You sat up and looked at your baby brother. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think Mom just spooked her. But I'll get her back," he sounded only partly sure of himself. You nodded and rested back on his shoulder. He stayed for a few hours; watched a movie and had dinner before he left back for Boston to see your mom once more.

When he left, you sat in your room and lit up some incense to calm your nerves. Out your window, Draco's curtains were closed as usual. Something inside you wanted to talk to someone that wasn't your brother, Blaise, or even Miranda and Bianca.

It wasn't that Draco wasn't the best of friends, but you had an indescribable pull towards him, and you wondered if it was the same for him.

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