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[katelynnwrites]

Honigbiene's Bee Machine | Laura Freigang x Child!Reader

warnings: asthma attack

word count: 1143

summary: you are diagnosed with asthma

a/n: part of Laura's Honigbiene

Laura thinks it’s funny how much you love flowers.

Exactly like your namesake, honeybee.

You love touching them and feeling the petals between your fingers. You love plucking them and bringing them home, where your Mama lets you keep them in mason jars of water.

Every time your Mama takes you on walks to the park or anywhere else really, you come home with flowers.

From bushes, the football field and even cracks in the sidewalk, you pick them up.

After you learn colours at school, you like naming the colours of your flowers to Mama. Just in case she didn’t have a teacher to teach her.

White are the ones that grow where Mama and Tantes kick a ball around and yellow are the ones that grow right outside your home.

Sometimes your Mama asks if you have a favourite but you don’t. You love them all equally and you tell her as such. Mama always laughs and kisses your forehead, saying that you’re adorable.

You don’t really understand what she means by it but you love her anyway. You love her more than you love your flowers because she is the best.

Mama cuddles you a lot and lets you sleep in her big bed all the time even though you are not a baby and have your own big girl bed.

She’s also patient, giving you all the time you want when you stop to look at each and every flower you see, on the way to the playground.

You think Mama is your best friend.

She’s got her watchful eyes on you now as you head off towards the first patch of flowers you see.

They are a bright pink and so pretty that you run to get there faster.

Mama is always reminding you to be careful and use your walking feet but you’re just so excited that you can’t help it.

It has happened before, with your Mama often chiding you gently and warning that you could fall.

That has never happened before but it seems like today is the day your luck runs out.

Laura knows it's going to happen before you do but there is nothing she can do as you somehow trip and fall face first into the flowers you had been so looking forward to seeing.

She’s at your side, lifting you out of them before you have a chance to cry.

‘Oh Honigbiene.’ She murmurs soothingly.

‘Mama.’ You whimper and she hugs you close.

‘Mama.’ You whine again because something doesn’t feel good.

There is an odd feeling in your chest, like the one you sometimes get after running a lot but so much worse.

‘It’s okay.’ Your Mama coos, rubbing your back soothingly.

You cough loudly, startling Mama enough that she draws back to look you over.

You cough again. Then again and again and again.

‘Hurts Mama.’ You cry, beginning to get scared.

You’re breathing faster and faster, trembling slightly in front of your Mama who is quickly realising that something is very wrong.

She forces calm into her voice, in an attempt to keep you calm, ‘Honigbiene take a deep breath. Nice and slow.’

With tears streaming down your face, you shake your head, trying to tell her that you can’t.

‘Yes you can. Try baby try.’ Mama pleads.

You attempt to suck in a breath but you’re only able to manage a shaky wheeze.

If your Mama wasn’t panicked before, she sure is now.

‘Keep trying Honigbiene.’ She urges as she dials for an ambulance.

She’s talking very fast but the ick in your chest gets bigger.

‘Mama.’ You choke out, whimpering when she drops her phone to hold you.

‘The ambulance is coming. You’ve just got to hang on a little bit longer, okay Honigbiene?’

Mama gets you to sit down as she rubs your back in hopes that it will help.

Still, the ambulance can’t come soon enough.

By the time it arrives, you are pale and breathless, your heart beating fast as a result of the lack of oxygen and how terrified you are.

The people that come out of it slip a mask onto your face and then one of them, a nice woman explains to you that it will help you breathe.

Like your Mama, she tells you to take deep breaths.

Then Mama carries you into the ambulance where you lay down on a small bed inside. She softly tells you that you’re going to the hospital where lots of nice people will look after you.

Your Mama promises that you’ll be okay and you believe her because she had never lied to you before.

The funny mask helps you feel better but your chest still hurts and you’re coughing a lot.

If you weren’t so distracted by how sick you feel, the sound of the ambulance sirens would have made you excited.

As it is, you whimper to Mama until you get to the hospital.

Then a doctor checks you over and gives you another funny mask.

This one has white smoke and when you take deep breaths in, helps you to breathe properly again.

The ick that hurts your chest goes away and you happily sit in your Mama’s lap to finish taking the big slow breaths that the doctor asks you take.

Your new mask is connected to a machine that hums.

‘Just like a bee!’ You tell Mama.

‘Yes. Just like a bee.’ She murmurs, hugging you tightly.

Mama does not let you go even when the doctor comes back in to talk to her, using big words you don’t understand.

He gets you to blow into a big tube a lot and stares at a screen with lots of squiggly lines and numbers on it.

You don’t understand what he’s doing but when he’s done, you get to go home with the humming machine.

‘I like my Bee Machine.’ You say to your Mama as she sets it by the big bed at bedtime.

Mama laughs, ‘Is that what we��re calling it?’

She tucks you under the covers with one of the honeybees Tante Klara crocheted for you.

‘I like your Bee Machine too. It’s going to help you and that is very important. You are very important to me and I love you so much, Honigbiene.’

‘Love you too Mama.’ You whisper and she gives you a goodnight kiss on your forehead before tucking herself under the covers.

You might be getting bigger but Laura thinks that you’ll never be too big to stop fitting in her arms.

As long as you want her to, she’ll let you sleep in her bed and hold you till you fall asleep.

With how much your newly diagnosed asthma scared her today, she holds you long after you’ve fallen asleep.

Even when she falls asleep, she’s holding you close.

German Translation:

Honigbiene - Honeybee

[ily-fictional-women]

Sweet Mornings

Summary: A sweet morning with the love of your life is something you just need sometimes.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add anything let me know

Word count: 1143

a/n: I’m a sucker for morning fics omg. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

With a small stretch, Wanda feels the empty spot next to her in the bed, still warm. Sitting up she blinks herself awake staring at herself through a vanity mirror running a hand through her messy hair and tying it into a bun. The smell of bacon immediately draws her out of her room, a plate of bacon and pancakes being neatly made for her. 

Wanda sneaks up on Y/n from behind wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her neck a few times before resting her chin on her shoulder. Y/n turns around facing Wanda with a cheeky grin, “Well this is a nice surprise.”  

“Suprise?” Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, still sleepy. “You usually go for your coffee before even talking in the morning,” Y/n gestures to the still-steaming mug on the dining table. Y/n quickly kisses the top of Wanda’s forehead, “It was a good surprise though.” Turning back around quickly Y/n holds out two plates of pancakes and bacon, “Now how about breakfast?” 

Wanda takes the plate with an enthusiastic smile sitting at a small dining table next to her mug of coffee. Before she begins cutting into her pancakes Wanda quickly looks up at Y/n, “What time is it?” 

“Close to noon last I checked. You seemed tired last night so I figured I’d let you sleep in.” Y/n pours herself a cup of coffee and sits across from Wanda. “Oh! And by the way, I got Clint to babysit the boys, they’re going to have a sleepover with his kids.” 

A suggestive smile grows on Y/n’s lips as she takes a sip of her coffee, “I figured we could have a night alone together maybe in the bedroom.” Wanda nearly chokes on her bite of food a red blush spreading across her face. Wanda stutters, “Uh, ye- yeah. That sounds good. Really good.” 

Y/n grins to herself taking a big bite of one of her pancakes, “Sometimes I forget how easy it is to make you flustered after you wake up.” Wanda rolls her eyes giggling at how proud of herself Y/n looked. 

“You wanna go out today?” Y/n pauses mid-bite at Wanda’s question, “I thought you said you wanted to stay in last night?” Wanda could barely contain her grin as she took a big sip of her coffee shrugging, “I changed my mind, it’s too nice of a day to stay inside.” 

Y/n finishes off her last bite of pancake leaning back into her chair, “You have any ideas of what you want to do?” Wanda shrugs again as she pushes her plate to the side feeling full, “Not really, but I’m sure there’s something we could do.” Y/n gives her a satisfied look, “Okay, just let me know if you think of anything.” 

Y/n reaches over to Wanda’s plate to put it in the sink at the same time as her own, but Wanda brushes her hand to the side. Wanda picks up both plates, “Let me.” As Wanda places both plates in the sink quickly rinsing them off Y/n turns in her seat admiring Wanda. 

“Have I ever said how thankful I am to have you in my life? I feel like I don’t say it enough.” Wanda can already feel prickles of tears start to well up in her eyes. “Oh yeah?” she asks her voice a little shaky. 

Y/n quickly gets up cupping Wanda’s face noticing the tears starting to form in her eyes. “Yeah, of course. I’m always thankful to have you in my life. I love you, Wanda, I wouldn’t ever change that.” The tears that had started to well up in Wanda’s eyes immediately started streaming down her face at the reassurance. 

Brushing away a stray piece of hair to the side Y/n looks at Wanda attentively, “Hey. Talk to me, what’s going on in your head right now?” Wanda does her best to restrain her tears feeling her walls crumble. 

“I’m just thinking about my parents,” she sniffles, “and my brother.” Y/n lets go of Wandas' face hesitantly, “Wanda you don’t have a brother.” Wanda’s face told Y/n everything she needed to know. Y/n quickly puts some distance between Wanda and her sitting back in her seat. 

Crossing her arms Y/n’s jaw clenches as she looks at Wanda, “Who are you?” Wanda stammers trying to reach over the table, “Look Y/n I can explain okay.” Expecting some kind of comment from Y/n Wanda takes a pause but Y/n simply looks at her with no change in her face. 

“I’m still Wanda. Similar to your Wanda. But in my universe, I’ve lost a lot, including you.” She starts to feel her tears build up again, “And after I lost you I was basically on my own. The worst part was the dreams. I was dreaming of other universes where I didn’t lose you.” 

“So those nightmares were you?” Wanda cocks her head at Y/n confused. Y/n clears her throat awkwardly, “My Wanda I guess you could say started having nightmares a couple of months back. It was the same one over and over, I didn’t want to believe it was real though.” 

Wanda bites her tongue, “Yeah, me neither. That’s why I started dreamwalking. Dreamwalking is like-”

“I know what dream walking is,” Y/n interrupts. “But out of all the universes, why come here? Why steal someone’s life? My wife’s life. Is there no other universe where you die and I live?” Wanda wipes away a few tears, “Not one that I’ve found yet. And you can’t dreamwalk in a dead body. But, when you lose someone you love you get desperate to see them again. You don’t think clearly. I just wanted to see you again, be able to feel you again.”

Y/n sighs, “You need to think clearly about this though Wanda. I get what it’s like to lose people believe me. Going about this though you need to remember you are tampering with real people’s lives.” 

Y/n gets up from her seat again kneeling in front of Wanda and moving her chair to face her. Holding on to Wanda’s hands Y/n looks up at her, “I need you to leave Wanda.” Wanda cocks her head back not being able to hold in the tears anymore. 

She looks back at Y/n, “Can I just get a hug?” She pleads, “Please?” Y/n swallows the lump growing in her throat, “Yeah.” 

Wanda takes in the moment trying to burn it into her memory. Y/n whispers into her ear, “I hope you get help first. But if you have to go through with this, I hope you find you find your way to me.” 

[hrefna-the-raven]

The hunt

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Summary: you were sent to retrieve a precious item, but so was the most notorious bounty hunter in the Wasteland...

(this happens before Cooper ended up in that grave)

Words: 1143

Warnings: swearing

Notes: I had a female reader in mind while reading this but it turned out to be quite neutral so I guess it could be read a gender-neutral as well 😊

Chapter 1 - The plan

The blistering sun burned down on the dusty South Californian wasteland as he entered the ruins of a long deserted town. Tugging his cowboy hat lower to shield his eyes from the blinding sunshine, he instinctively reached for his revolver, drawing it from its holster as he sauntered towards you.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", he asked with a grin, aiming his gun at you.

You had spotted him the moment he entered the ruins, but hiding was never your style. Your curiosity got the better of you, eager to finally meet the ghoulish bounty hunter whose reputation preceded him. Lifting your gaze from his gun to meet his eyes, you rose to your feet, a mischievous smirk painted across your lips.

"A beautiful face, a wicked sense of humour that provides for good company and", picked up the shotgun propped against the adjacent wall, "a loaded gun if you decide on becoming a problem."

He raised an eyebrow, eyeing the shotgun before returning your smirk.

"Now, ain't that a welcome you could take as a compliment and a warning. Well, you can rest easy, darlin’. I ain't lookin’ to turn this into a bloodbath."

"Neither do I. Would be a shame to rid this world of the legendary Cooper Howard.", you winked at him as you put your gun back.

The ghoul chuckled, holstered his revolver, and tipped his hat while taking a step closer to you.

"Now ain't you a charmer? And one who's done their homework as well."

"Oh when a pre-war celebrity as dashing as you becomes the most renowned bounty hunter of this unforgiving wasteland, one simply must take a closer look."

"Don't go makin' an ol' ghoul blush with your pretty words", he teased.

"As if one could see the blush on that red skin of yours", you chuckled, "so what brings the most feared bounty hunter to this lost place?"

You were intrigued by this man out of time. He lived in the pre-war era, a world that was so different from the one you were born into, wandering around for two decades while he was forced to watch the world crumble and slowly rebuild itself, for better or worse. It begged the question what all this would do to a human's sanity and yet he didn't strike you as mad, quite on the contrary, he possessed something that you'd describe as old world charm paired in a deadly combination with one of the sharpest minds. His expression took on a slightly more serious edge, his gaze fixing to the edge of the ruins.

"Well, I’ve been tracking a caravan, you see. They’re supposed to be passing through these parts sometime soon. I’m looking for a specific item they’re carrying and since this ain't exactly a common route, I'd bet my wrinkly ass you're here for the exact same reason."

"What a coincidence", you laughed, taking out your flask, unscrewing the lid, "that item wouldn't happen to be a crate full of well preserved bottles of the finest pre-war whiskey?"

You took a sip and tapped the space beside you on the wall, gesturing for him to join you before extending the flask towards him. He nodded appreciatively as he accepted it. You were clearly a hunter just like him but your kindness caught him off guard, it was a rare occurrence in the harsh reality of the Wasteland, especially among gunslingers. To him you seemed like a rare but quite intriguing specimen, beauty and charm in a passionate tango with deadly cunning, a single dionaea muscipula thriving in the desert and he was the fly irresistibly drawn to it. This was exactly why he usually kept his distance from others but around you his resolve seemed to crumble, enchanted by the brightness and beauty of your soul.

"Quite the coincidence indeed", the Ghoul murmured, "I wonder how you by this information? If I'd had to guess I'd say that prick Dom Pedro hired one too many for this job."

"Given my additional instructions to kill a certain ghoul should he happen to cross my path, I'd say you're spot on. So what shall we do about this?", you asked, turning towards him, away from the gun as you kept your hands on your lap.

You pokered high on this one, knowing damn well it was a huge risk to admit your instructions to eliminate him while having no intent to do so, it made you vulnerable in front of the Wasteland's most fearsome bounty hunter.

Cooper lit a cigarette, a faint glow casting an eerie glow on his ghoulish face as he puffed on it, studying you with a combination of intrigue and admiration. You had made no move to actually fulfill that part of your contract, another thing that intrigued him about you, another contrast to every other bloodthirsty fucker he met in fucked up ruined world and maybe this was exactly what he needed.

"Well now, ain't that a question for the ages. The way I see it, we got three choices here. First, we could settle this like every other idiot in the trade and see who's left standin'. Second, we could team up and increase our chances of snatchin' that shipment, shared profit of course. Or third...", he took a long drag on his cigarette before throwing it to the ground.

"We get the item, return to dear old Dom and fuck him up gloriously", you offered with a mischievous grin.

Cooper's smile widened as he nodded in agreement. He'd risk a lot but not shooting you straight away but there was this feeling, buried deep down within him that urged him to trust you, a faint notion of the same tingling he had felt so long ago, back when his skin was still smooth and life was less complicated.

"Now you're talkin' my language. Ain't nothin' more exciting than a well-executed betrayal. Besides ol' Dom deserves what's comin' for him. So what do you say? You in?", he asked, extending his hand towards you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Hell yeah", you chuckled and shook his hand, "pleasure doin' business with you, Howard."

The way his name fell from your lips stirred something within him. For over two decades, nobody had called him by his real name, everywhere he went he always simply the ghoul, the notorious mercenary who drifted from place to place, leaving chaos and bloodshed in his wake. However you were the very first person in a long time who seemed to see something different in him and the fearless yet teasing way you talked to him had this undeniable hint of respect, dancing around the borders of genuine affection. He sighed and got up as the sounds of chatters in the distance rang to his ears.

“Our target's approaching, let's get goin'.”

Chapter 2 - The bounty

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[abbyromanoff]

maybe CNC mixed with free use? One person taking the other whenever they feel like

Daddy Knows Best

Pairings: Wanda maximoff x reader

Word count: 1143

Warnings: free use, cnc, daddy kink, kind of mob boss Wanda, strap on use, ass play, (Wanda has prior consent from reader to do all of these acts!!)

Summary: When Wanda comes home seeing you, her perfect little housewife, she can’t help but use you.

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Finishing up the final touches to your meal, you sat both plates down on the dining table, waiting for your girlfriend to get home. You took a seat in the wooden chair, staring at the empty one across from you. Wanda was barely ever home anymore, you knew her job was important, but you just wished you’d be a priority in her life.

“Love, I’m home!” You stood up and walked over to the entrance where you were met with the sight of a frustrated looking Wanda. She threw off her suit coat and walked up to you, grabbing your face harshly and giving you a bruising kiss. You moaned quietly as her tongue entered your mouth, her hands moving down your body.

You leaned back lightly to speak, “Wanda, I’m not really in the mood right now. But, I made dinner!” She chuckled darkly and eyed your lips once more, clearly missing the feeling of yours against hers. She dragged you over to the closest surface and bent you over, rubbing your ass before slapping it with force.

“This precious little ass, so perfect.” Was muttered out before another painful strike was sent to your bottom.

“Mm, Wanda, I told you, I’m not in the mood. W-we can do this tomorrow or something!” The same dry laugh as earlier escaped her and in that moment, you feared what she’d do to you. She had always been one to enjoy torturing you, she was a sadist. You loved it as well, the pain she’d cause you always turned you on. Before meeting her, you were a virgin. She introduced you to the world of sex and showed you knew kinks, you could tell she loved the fact that you were a virgin. She wasn’t scared to admit it either, she mentioned how hot it was almost any time you fucked, it was more of an obsession at this point.

“Oh, my love, I don’t care if you don’t want it, you’ll take it anyways. Now, how about you shut the fuck up and let me ruin this tight little pussy, just like I did when I took your virginity.” She groaned out and removed her bottoms, using the belt to tie your hands behind your back. She stroked her strap and lined it up with your wet hole, playing with your clit to stimulate you further.

“Fuck! Daddy..” You whined and whimpered desperately, hearing Wanda groan loudly at the title.

“You have no idea the things you do to me baby, you make daddy so fucking horny.” Wanda had always been one to get off on your pleasure, she could care less about her own. She could finish just by watching you do so. Sometimes, she made you suck off her strap, it always made her cum. And seeing your blissed out face, oh it turned her on.

Wanda slowly slid inside of you, gripping your throat tightly from behind. Your fingers held onto the surface, almost creating marks from your fingernails.

“Wanda-” The grip on your throat tightened, her palm landing across your ass again.

“Don’t call me that you little whore, you call me daddy, that’s it. You don’t get the privilege to call me that!” She yelled, bottoming out in your cunt causing you to let out a small weep.

“‘M sorry baby, the pain will go away soon. It will feel good, I promise. It will feel so fucking good.” You nodded, not being able to get any words out. She used her digits to play with your clit, teasing and pinching the swollen bud. Your skirt had already been lifted up, your shirt being ripped in half the moment she walked in. The hand holding your throat moved down, palming your tits like stress balls. She muttered out incoherent words and watched as the toy slid in and out of your hole, mesmerized by it all.

“Oh, my love, you look so good like this. Your sweet little cunt is taking me so well, I knew you wanted it. Cmon, tell daddy how much you love my cock, how much you needed it.”

“I-I love it, I love it so much daddy!” She chuckled lightly and maneuvered her body to hit a new angle inside of you, your moans echoed throughout the room.

“Yeah, you love my dick, you love it so much. You’re just my desperate little slut, aren’t you? You just need me filling you up, you can’t live without it.” Her fingers found their way to your mouth, making you suck on them softly.

“That’s right, act like it’s my cock. Picture it’s my cock you’re sucking on, god you take me so well.” She whispered out like a dirty secret, clearly fascinated in watching the way your tongue licks over her fingertips like it was her strap-on. The coil in your stomach was about to snap any minute, you could tell. But it wasn’t easy to say anything, especially not when her digits were restricting you from speaking.

“This ass is so perfect, sweetheart. I wish I could fuck this tight little hole, would you let me? Please tell me I can, I want to so bad baby.” She loved your pussy, it was obvious. But she always dreamed of ruining your tightest spot, making it hard to slide in and out because of how tight you truly are. She could tell you needed to speak, she removed herself from your mouth and used the spit covered fingers to trail them to your bottom, teasing your ass and slipping a small amount of her inside of you. You were completely filled up, every inch of your fragile body had been used to her liking.

“Daddy, I think I’m gonna cum..” your whimpers escaped your mouth with every passing second, filling the sex filled room. She shook her head, speeding up her pace on your already abused cunt.

“I know you do, just wait baby, wait for daddy to cum.” It didn’t take long for her to finish, watching you shake beneath her triggered her orgasm.

“Shit! You wrap around me so nicely, you were made for me baby.” Her words caused you to snap, releasing over her thighs that hit your own repeatedly. You moaned loudly and collapsed completely, the dinner from earlier being forgotten as you focused on your pleasure. When you both calmed down, you felt her pulling out slowly. Thinking it was over, you started to try and stand only to be pushed back down.

“Did I say you could move? I want to fuck this sweet little ass now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“But-” “No but’s baby, listen to daddy and do what she says, alright? Haven’t you learned this already? Daddy always knows what’s best for you, so shut your cute little mouth and let me play with you.”

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Sometimes knowledge (of fanfic tropes) works against you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pYj8C7V by SecretlyCrying Sasha steepled her fingers. “They’re totally not actually dating, right?” “Oh, no way. The day Jonathan ‘represses all feelings’ Sims legitimately tells someone he loves them, I’ll eat raw sushi.” “It’s really good,” Sasha said, rehashing an old argument. “I don’t care.”   Jon and Martin are happily dating. Tim and Sasha are positive that they’re lying. Words: 1143, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Tim Stoker Additional Tags: reverse fake dating au, as in they're definitely dating but everyone thinks they're faking it, Humor, Misunderstandings, Fluff, not a chapter goes by without some incredibly sappy moment, Canon Asexual Character, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, minor stalking, Spying, Gossip, Sasha-typical breaches of privacy, dw they'll talk about it read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pYj8C7V

[mxsonxmountx]

MM x They Don’t Know About Us

Word count: 1143

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: Open/Close

Bold: Mason

Italics: you

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They don’t know about the things we do, they don’t know about the I love you

All your childhood you was told to not to date Mason because of his behavior and attitude to women, although he was always very kind towards you, when he came to over people it was always different. He would bad mouth them, sleep with a different girl every night. You always told yourself that you would see past that but others couldn’t. Especially the Chelsea boys. The Chelsea boys to you wasn’t just friends, they were also brothers to you. You’ve known them for a while and they treated you like one of their own. It was another daily trip up to Cobham for you to go and collect Mason. Kepa and Reece both noticed you first and didn’t hesitate to come over to your car and have a quick chat to you about the train session and of course to your surprise, Mason.

“Boys, I can promise you that he’s not like that anymore. He’s a changed man. I swear. I know we’ve said this before, but I’m sure of it this time round”. The way Kepa looked you to say he knows something is doing on, but he never dared to say it to you. Minutes after, Mason headed over to your car and hoped in the front. Desperately wanting to kiss you but unable to because of Kepa and Reece still talking to you.

“Right boys, we better go. See you in the morning” “bye boys, be safe”

“What did they want?” “Nothing much, just told me how you still haven’t changed, but I told them that you have. Hopefully they won’t suspect anything Mase. It’s the last thing we need.” “They won’t suspect nothing. They don’t know about us. It’s our little secret.”

Although since you’ve been dating Mason, he’s been a whole new person, being early for training, forever treating you right, manners have improved massively which his family was impressed by. You’d stay at masons every other night so none of the lads would click on, yeah you’d be there sometimes when they was round but nothing more.

“I love you, you know that right?” “I love you too Mase”

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They don’t know how special you are

Saturday night. Date night. He’s booked a private area in the back of a restaurant where he begged nobody could see him and especially you. Although neither of you was ready to tell everyone, neither of you wanted the paps to find out first, you’ve done so well to keep it quite now and nothing was going to ruin it.

“This is lovely Mase, thank you” “only the best for my girl”

You both posted a picture of the night both with serval hour’s gaps apart and both different picture so nobody would click on. Both of you hated doing it, but you knew it was for the best.

Sunday morning. Breakfast in bed. Bed hair and sleeping in his shirt. One of masons favourite looks on you and he would tell the world then if he could but he didn’t.

“Breakfast in bed? What’s this in aid of?” “Nothing? I wanted to impress you and maybe spend a little time with you, before you have to go” “oh Mase, we can always spend time together… always. Plus a little birdie told me there’s a Chelsea end of season ball coming up soon…” “About that… I want you to come, but I hate hiding you…” He was right. You knew about the part from Reece, he messaged you about it. Mason told you weeks before, the only way you’d go with him was if you both came out about your relationship, but you second guessed everything. All the hate, negative comments, the abuse that Mason would get and you just couldn’t do it... yet “maybe if we go as friends, nobody would know?” “that’s what I’m thinking, going to buy you the most prettiest dress, pay for you make up to get done and hair. They don’t know how special you are to me” “I’m the luckiest of them all, lucky to have you. I don’t need you to buy me anything, don’t want them to think I’m only with you for the money” “I want to buy it for you… anyway eat your breakfast because there’s a load of washing up for you to wash up” Mason laughed, he understands where you’re coming from with everything, but he knows he will protect you at all costs.

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I want to tell the world that you’re mine

A month later it was time for the end of season party, your royal blue dress arrived a few weeks ago. You argued with mason to tell him not to buy it for you but he couldn’t help himself, you had all your hair done in the afternoon and you did your make up yourself in the evening a few hours before you had to both leave. Mason looked outstanding as per usual. Tonight was maybe the only night that you was looking forward too but also dreading considering none of his team mates knew that you and him was together. A car was picking yourself, Mason, Ben and his plus one up around 7:45pm.

“Not too sure how I’m supposed to keep my hand off you tonight. You look too good” “I can most certainly same the same about you. Ben and his lady are coming here at 7:30. Thought we could get some picture of us 4 just together?” “Oh erm yeah that’s fine. He’ll be the first to know right?” “Yeah but it’s not like he hasn’t seen you here before and he’s probably already put one and one together. So what’s the point of hiding my princess” “I don’t want to be hidden anymore, I’m ready and prepared what everyone will throw at me” and with that there was a knock at the door and it was Ben and his lady. You had to admit that she looked absolutely beautiful. “Are you and Mase, you know? Official?” “We are Ben, why do you think I’ve been here so often... im surprised he never told you boys in training” you chuckled at bit but it was more of a nervous laugh if anything “oh no he never. We all had our own idea but we all left it until you or Mase said something” You got pictures together, minutes before the car arrived to take you to the party. “You’re going to be fine, I promise” “I know I will, I have you beside me” your nerves gradually went and before you all arrived you was calm.

“Boys, this is my girlfriend” “hello boys” “Reece bro you owe me money, I told you they was dating” “wait Kepa and Reece had a bet on us both?!”

[wakacreations]

Zevlor's Bizarre Cocoa Adventure (Ch. 2)

Prologue Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

Word Count: 1143

Summary:

Zevlor is met with a unwelcome surprise at the Society of Brilliance. How far will he travel to find some chocolate?

When he summoned for Blurg or Omeluum he did not expect to be met with a mindflayer. “You must be Zevlor. The Master of Ramazith Tower speaks highly of you. Oh, where are my manners? I am Omeluum.” The robed mindflayer extended their hand. Zevlor returned with a firm handshake but he couldn't help his wide-eyed stare at the tentacled being, his tail gone stiff behind him. Beads of cold sweat began to form on his temple.

How many times had he spent wide awake haunted by the thoughts, the begging, the pleading of becoming a true soul. His desperate grab of power to save his people and for what? To lead them to slaughter by his own command. His head pulsed and throbbed. They of his own kin, his people sacrificial lambs to his inevitable end to becoming a soulless enslaved tentacled husk. Though after some consideration of his actions in the Shadow-cursed Lands, he already lost more than his soul that day without the tadpole. His vision grew blurry. Did his limbs always feel this weak?

“Remember to breathe. I do have that effect on intellectual beings.” They moved to release the tiefling’s death grip, gently guiding him to a seat. Zevlor’s lungs burned with the breath he refused to exhale. “1… 2… 3... Breathe out,” the aberration said as he poured a glass of water. Shakely, Zevlor released the trapped air. “1… 2… 3… Take a deep breathe in” as the mindflayer grew near. The paladin gasped for air. “1… 2… 3… Another exhale.”

They placed the glass in his trembling hands. “1… 2… 3… Inhale. I have trust and faith you can manage from here.” Omeluum studied the man before them. Zevlor took a tentative sip of his glass. His tail coming to tightly hug himself. Hells, if Rolan could of gave him a fair warning. Maybe he would have been able to mentally prepare. He gently rubbed his temple trying to coax away the headache. “I usually have my partner Blurg handle the introductions first. My apologies.” They handed him a handkerchief. “If you have requested Blurg and I then you must be interested in our research." Omeluum's eyes gleamed. "We are currently working on growing the cocoa plant in the Underdark. Blurg is currently tending to them as we speak.” Zevlor looked up inquisitively at the mindflayer.

“Pardon me Omeluum was it? If you don't mind my curiosity, what purpose would you need to grow such a plant?” He patted the sweat off his brow. “Why would a mindflayer need chocolates? Though, it would make quite the lucrative business,” Zevlor thought. “Why cocoa? From our report it seems to carry some medicinal properties. Its derivatives would prove beneficial for the denizens of the Underdark.” Omeluum smiled. “If I may politely inquire but do you have any chocolates perhaps?” A hope begun to blossom within Zevlor. Maybe this goose chase will come to an end, his tail thumping excitedly at the prospect. “All our cocoa derivatives are safely stored at Ebonlake Grotto. I am to return to the Underdark once I turn in my findings to the Society.”

A deep defeated sigh left the tiefling’s lips. It was a simple retrieval mission really. Nothing was out of the norm of his experience if anything this would be one of his easier orders to date. The frown on his face diminished slightly. A trip to the Underdark would still prove a dangerous journey. But… “I would like to assist in your return to Ebonlake Grotto. Your colleague Rolan, sent I on his request to procure such sweets. If you'll have me.” Zevlor met the mindflayer's gaze as his tail slowly waved. Omeluum closed their eyes in deep contemplation. “I will be here. Should you be here at sunset then we will depart to the Underdark.”

The sun was almost setting upon the horizon. “It is almost time,” Zevlor thought as he looked out his window. He carried on packing what little belongings he would need for the journey ahead. His eyes wandered his bedroom. I have all the simple comforts that I need. A desk tucked into the corner, a bookcase at the far wall and a bed to sleep in. What right do I have to yearn for more? He slung his rucksack over his shoulder. Who would brave the Underdark for some measly ounces of chocolate?

“You would Commander Zevlor. If Tav were to order you, sir,” Tilly would say for certain. She would not have to needle him further as much as he loathed, she was right. “To think a hypothetical scenario would become reality,” he huffed. 'What would he do for Tav?' was the question posed by Tilses after he settling into Baldur’s Gate. The door to his home now shut. “But for Tav… anything and for anything else they desire.” 

“You have returned,” Omeluum turned to Zevlor. “Do you have all that you acquire,” the mindflayer inquired as their piercing eyes roamed his form. Zevlor couldn’t help but shutter at their gaze. It was too birdlike for his liking. The way in which their pupils dilate further to hone in whatever movements their prey displays. A bird of prey ready for flight and talons ready to grasp such like a mindflayer,  a being ready to strike at a vulnerable mind. “I have all that I need. Thank you.” He tightened his grip on his rucksack. Though friendly as they may seem it is best to stay on guard. It is still concerning there are still mind flayers about.

“You look better than before. Should my psionic presence prove overwhelming, we will come to rest,” Omeluum gave a courteous nod. “Now, shall we begin?” The robed illithid raised their right hand. “Oh, do keep your eyes shut. Your vision may be impaired as we travel.” Omeluum smiled at the tiefling. “WAIT! WHAT!?!”  The sounds of humming began to ring in Zevlor’s ears. He forced his eyes shut. The air grew warm as waves of psionic energy pulsed. The chatter of the bustle of Baldur’s Gate grew distant. There was only silence for a moment. Cold winds chilled his bones. “We are almost there.” Omeluum voice echoed in his head. The air grew damp. The faint sounds of dripping entered his ears.

“You may open your eyes, now. We are here.” Zevlor slowly opened his eyes. Strange mushroom-like creatures wandered about in his distorted gaze. “Omeluum, you are finally here! We have another harvest ready,” said a hobgoblin running into view. Zevlor’s stomach churned. His hands fell to his knees as he struggled to keep upright. “Oh, Omeluum your friend there is not looking too good…” as the hobgoblin drew near. “You are correct in your observation.” Zevlor felt a clawed arm wrap around his midsection. “If you could prepare a bedroll for our companion, Blurg. They are due for a long rest.”

[mapis-putellas]

What we left behind (part 2)

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1143

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: You and Natasha have a much needed talk.

A comfortable silence surrounds both you and Natasha as you hold her close in the centre of your large, king sized bed. She was sprawled out on top of you, a not unusual but rare action, with her head tucked beneath your chin.

Her body was comfortingly heavy against your own; soft and warm and oh so familiar. You were both clinging to one another as though you would never get the opportunity to do so again, and just an hour ago, that ha even the case. She'd been dead. She was gone, and now she wasn’t.

You could feel her skin against your own. You could feel her heart steadily beating and you could feel the wet tears that hit the skin of your neck as she cries almost silently against you. You could feel her hands clinging to your shirt. Trembling hands that were capable of many things clinging to you like she was terrified you'd disappear.

You wanted to to the same, because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you too were terrified that this this was just some crazy dream. That you’d wake up and she’d be gone, just like before.

But you knew rationally that this wasn’t. She was here. She was back and you’d be damned if you’d ever let her go again.

"You've lost weight," she breaks the silence, the tip of her finger tracing over the slight indentation of your ribs poking through your skin. Her tone sounds sad, and you bite your bottom lip softly as you tighten your arm around her.

It was true. You had lost weight. But it wasn't because you had wanted to. You were just never hungry anymore. In fact, the thought of eating made you feel so damn nauseated that most days you didn't eat at all. You could see now that that wasn't what you should have done. You weren’t thinking rationally. It was the grief. But what was done was done and you couldn't do anything to change it.

"I know." You murmur somewhat apologetically.

No more words were spoken, but the gentle kiss you receive against the skin of your neck manages to lessen some of the guilt you were feeling. With a quiet sigh, you nuzzle your nose against the top of Natasha’s head, taking in that faint smell of vanilla that always seemed to linger on her no matter where she’d been or what she was doing.

It was something you’d always loved about her. Her smell. It was one of your main comforts, something that always seems to sooth you. It was why you had relied on her hoodie so much when she wasn’t here. Her smell had lingered despite how long it had been since she’d worn it. In fact, if you looked right now, you were pretty sure you’d find it tucked beneath the pillow under your head.

Your eyes seemed to drift closed without your permission, your body taking comfort in her mere presence alone. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept through the whole night, and you were more exhausted than you’d ever felt before.

Despite that, you force them back open not wanting to miss a single second with her. You’d sleep tonight, when she slept.

“I love you,” you hear her murmur, and the words bring another set of tears to your eyes.

Just an hour ago, you’d never thought you’d hear those words again. Especially not from Natasha. Swallowing the new found tightness in your throat, you tighten your grasp around her body and press your lips against the top of her head.

“I love you more.” You whisper, your lips quirking up at the corners when Natasha lifts her head and presses a kiss to your jawline.

“Not possible.”

*

An hour later, you find yourself in the tub with Natasha sat in between your parted legs. The water was hot, filled to the brim with bubbles. Candles were lit, bathing the room in a soft glow. The room smelt like vanilla, and you breath in the smell as you lay your head back against the wall behind the bath tub.

Natasha’s body was warm against your own, skin soft, gentle fingers trailing absentmindedly across the arm you had wrapped around her waist. The room was encased in a comfortable silence, but you knew it wouldn’t last. You had questions, and you wanted answers, and you knew she was the only one you could get them from.

You feel Natasha sigh, watching as she turns in your arms so she was facing you. Her cheek ends up resting against your chest just beneath your chin, mimicking the position for from just moments prior.

Her hand ends up resting with innocent intentions over your left breast, thumb gently trailing over the flesh. Light goosebumps appear, and you smile slightly as she leans forward to gently kiss them away. You feel her warm breath hit you as she exhales a content sigh, her arms securing themselves around your midriff.

“How..?” You finally find yourself asking as you trail the tips of your fingers up and down her bare back.

You had held it back for as long as you could. But you needed to know. You needed to know how she was here. How she wasn’t dead.

“I thought it was a soul for a soul.” You add quietly when she remains silent, “I don’t understand how..”

“They worked around it,” she quietly interrupts you as she distractedly trails the pad of her thumb over your skin. You could feel her hand trembling, and you cover it with your own before giving it a soothing squeeze. “they ended up making another trade.”

“A Trade?” You frown in confusion. “For what? Who was…”

“Nobody.” She shakes her head, knowing just what you were thinking. “The stone was given back for a soul to return. I don’t know how they did it, and I didn’t ask. All I cared about was getting back to my family. Yelena. Clint. Getting back to you.”

Your throat tightness at her words, and you swallow back the sobs that threaten to fall from your lips as you raise a hand to cup the back of her head. Your hands tangle through her coppery tresses, taking in the familiar texture you’d never thought you’d feel again.

“I missed you,” you bring your hand down and tuck your fingers beneath her chin, gently easing her head up to face you. Her eyes were teary and slightly bloodshot, her bottom lip trembling, and you tenderly cup her cheek before leaning down to press your lips against her own. She gently reciprocates the tender kiss, her lips slightly chapped, but oh so warm and familiar. “and I’m so, so glad your back.”

“I missed you, detka, more than you could ever have imagined.”

**

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[sheawritesstuff]

Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity. 

~

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to. 

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance. 

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed. 

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

~

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it. 

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard. 

~

The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring. 

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body. 

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.” 

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door. 

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time. 

~

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.” 

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it. 

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down. 

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t. 

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him. 

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time. 

~ 

So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes. 

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face. 

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug. This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.” 

“I love you too, Dames.” 

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1143: Nightful Turns of Events (SSBU X Star Fox)

8:45 p.m. Outside of the Smashing Movie Theaters........

Falco: (Walks Out of the Theater Along with the Others Besides Him)......What the hell did he just watch in there?

Fox: A horror movie based on Winnie the Blood....Even saying that out loud feels off-putting

Kazooie: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Everything about that movie is off-putting.

Banjo: Yeah, but at least none of his friends were in it besides him and Christopher. (Starts Shivering at the Thought) I don't think I could stomach through seeing Piglet try and kill someone.......

Kazooie: Or Rabbit. The guy's already a neat freak, imagine how that obsession will play out in a horror flick.

Falco: You think that's bad? How's a movie about Tigger pouncing on people to death just for shits and giggles?

Banjo: (Groans and Sworming in Discomfort) Did you have to come up with that idea? Tigger's one of my favorites! Next to Igor. (Grabs his Chin) Whom I don't think he has anything to work with in a horror world.

Falco: Give the team a few weeks. They'll probably make it the most mess up movie you'll ever see on the big screen.

Banjo: (Shivers a Bit in Fear) H-H-How mess up are we takin' here exactly?

Kazooie: Oh, you know, the basic elements for any twisted horror films: body possession, psychological torture, shadow manipulations. Egor's the most depressed out of the bunch so there's PLENTY for them to with in hindsight.

Fox: ('Sigh') Let's just hope, for our sake, that none of these ideas comes to life in the near future-

?????: Fox!~

Fox and the others turn to see his former Star Fox teammate, Krystal, happily waving at him.

Fox: (Smiles Back at Blue as He Makes his Way Over to Her) Krystal, hey! It's been a while. How's it going?

Krystal: As well as it always been thankful. How about me you? (Smirks a Bit Seductively) You're looking dashing than usual this evening~

Fox: (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth and Blushing) O-Oh, you think so?~ (Looks Down at the Clothes He's Wearing) I'm only wearing blue jeans and a jacket. Nothing really special in hindsight.

Banjo: (Whispers into Falco's Ear) So that's the former teammate you told us about?

Falco: (Simply Nodded as He Watches Fox and Krystal Interacting with One Another) Yep. That's definitely Krystal alright.

Kazooie: I'm gonna go on a limp here and say you're not too happy to see her again, are you?

Falco: (Starts Shaking his Hand From Side to Side) Ehhhh....I feel more awkward about it if anything. It's been years since we last heard from her.

Banjo: (Gives Falco a Reassuring Smile) Maybe you two'll get along again if you talk some more.

Krystal: (Notices her Former Teammate Staring at her in the Distance) Falco, is that you!?

Falco: ('Sigh') Only one way to find out....(Puts on a Semi Bright Smile on his Face as He Makes his Way to his Former Teammate with Banjo and Kazooie Following Behind) 'Eyyyyy Krystal! How you been, girl?

Krystal: (Smiles Back at Falco) I've been doing good so far. Not sure if Fox told you yet or not, but I have gotten myself pretty busy now that I've been apart of Corneria's Elite Air Force.

Falco: Moving on up to the big leagues, huh?~ they ain't been working you too hard in there, have they?

Krystal: (Giggles Softly) Not exactly. The experience there has been going along smoothly for the most part. Though, I would be lying if I say things hasn't quite as cheerful without you boys around.

Falco: Yeah......(Starts Chuckling a Bit Awkwardly Before Frowning a Bit and Looking Away) Cheerful.....

Banjo: .....Uhhh (Quickly Sticks his Hand Out Towards Krystal's Point of View) M-My name is Banjo, ma'am! One of the new competitors in the Smash Bros Tournament.

Kazooie: And I'm Kazooie, the only girl who loves this honey bear enough to keep him alive for this long.

Banjo: (Gives Kazooie a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Do you always have to say that to every new people we meet?

Kazooie: (Casually Shrugs) Nothing wrong with throwing in a little honesty here and there, hun.

Banjo: Your honesty can be a real hassle at times.

Kazooie: (Lays her Head onto Banjo's Shoulder) And yet you still love me all the same~

Banjo: (Sighs in Defeat While Blushing a Bit) Yeah......I do.

Krystal: (Giggles Softly as She Shakes Banjo's Hand) It's nice to meet the both of you. I hope the tournament has been treating you well so far-

Before Krystal could finish her sentence, the sound of a slow, sinister sounding whistle managed to catch the gang's attention as they turn to see a black hooded figure standing in the background, holding two sickles in each hand.

Once the whistling ended and he begins to walk closer to the gang, the hooded figure reveals himself to be none other than Fox's longtime rival: Wolf O' Donnell.

Wolf: Buenas noches, perdedores?

Fox: (Couldn't Believe What He's Looking at Right Now) Wolf?

Krystal: What on Corneria City, are you wearing?

Kazooie: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) And since when did know how to speak Spanish?

Wolf: For some time now. Took a few Spanish classes here and there and I've been bit of a pro at it ever since. As for what I'm wearing.....(Forms a Cocky Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') Let's just say this will be a ticket for me to win the Halloween Costume Contest big time this year.

Falco: (Starts Snickering a Bit) So what? You're supposed to be some kind of hunchback wolf monster or somethin'?

Wolf: No. I'm going as Death himself.

Falco: ('Scoffs') You? Death?

Wolf: Yeah. Death. (Starts Walking Dangerously Close to Falco) And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy bullshit. I am Death. Straight. UP.

Wolf silently growls at Falco until......

????: WOLFIE!!

Wolf and the others turn to see Isabelle and the other Star Wolf in their own respective costumes, standing in the mid distnce.

Isabelle: (Gives her Boyfriend a Motherly Glare Wearing a Nun Outfit) What did I say about scaring people in public?

Wolf: ('Sigh') Oh come on, Iz. I was only warming up for the contest.

Falco: By tryin' to scare the crap outta me?

Wolf: (Shrugs) Hey, all is fair in Halloween night.

Leon: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Wearing a Ringo Costume) No one ever says that, boy.

Wolf: (Rolls his Eyes) Yeah, well, I'm the first one who does, So there. (Suddenly Hears Krystal Giggling as He Turns to Her with a Glare) And what the hell got you laughing for, blue tail?

Krystal: Oho nothing~ (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Just relishing on the fact that the "Big Bad Star Wolf" goes by Wolfie now!~ (Continues Giggling)

Isabelle: (Smiles Brightly) I call him that on a daily basis. (Place her Hands on Both of her Cheeks While Twisting her From Side to Side in Full Glee) It makes me so happy to know that he likes it~

Wolf: (Starts Blushing) I mean.....(Shrugs) Yeah. I like any nickname you give me, babe.....(Still Hears Krystal's Giggling Before Angrily Pointing at Her) And don't get any ideas, woman! No one in town is allowed to call me except for my girlfriend!!

Isabelle: (Turns to Krystal) My name is Isabelle by the way.

Krystal: (Finally Calms Herself Down From all the Giggling) Nice....to meet you. My name is-

Panther: (Sneaks his Way Right Next to Krystal Dressed as Zorro) Krystal mi antiguo amor!

Krystal: (Forms a Deadpinned Look on her Face as She Begins to Sigh) Just Krystal is fine, Panther.

Panther: Yes, yes, but given our past, memorable history together, I believe it's fairly appropriate to call you as such. That being said.....(Forms a bit of a Flirtatious Smirk on his Face) You look more refined as you've always been these days~

Krystal: (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) And you are just as full of yourself as you've always been.......

Panther: (Chuckles Lightly) Oh come now, I wouldn't say I'm THAT full of myself. I just feel like my skills and overall beauty outweighs any bland simpleton in this place, not including Star Wolf of course.

Kazooie: (Rolls her Eyes as Well) And you wonder why you two aren't together anymore.

Falco: Narcissism at it's finest.

Panther: (Turns to The Bird Duo) Better a narcissist than being feather filled bird brains such as yourselves, 24/7.

Falco/Kazooie: (Comically Glares at Panther) What was that!?

Leon: ('Sigh') As much as I would love stay out here and chat, I believe we still have a contest to enter.

Wolf: Right, right. Already wasted enough time as it is. Panther! (Starts Walking Away Along with Leon) Quit your flirting and let's go already!

Panther: ('Sigh') Coming, boss. (Turns Back to Krystal One Last Time) Be see you~ (Winks at Krystal Before Taking his Leave)

Krystal: Hopefully never.....

Isabelle: It's so nice to meet you, Krystal, and I'll be sure make Panther doesn't bother you too much the next time we do meet again.

Krystal: (Smiles Sheepishly) Y-You don't have to do that for my sake, Isabelle. I appericate it very much though.

Isabelle: (Smiles Back at Krystal) No problem. I'm always willing to help out a new friend in need. (Picks her Dress Up a Little Before Sprinting to Star Wolf and Waving Goodbye) Have a goodnight, everyone!~

Wolf: Have fun with your little date night tonight, Foxy.

Fox: ('Sigh') I'm not dating anyone, Wolf. (Comically Glares at Wolf) And don't call me by that in public!

Wolf: Could've fool me. And if I have to suffer with my nickname being revealed tonight, so does you. (Looks Back at his Arch Nemesis with an Evil, Cocky Grin on his Face While Walking) Foxy boy. (Let's Out an Evil Chuckle)

Fox: (Groans in Annoyance as He Pinches the Bridge of his Nose) I swear, I don't know how I'm able to put up with him all day......(Hears Krystal Giggling Before Turning Back to Her) And what got you laughing right now?

Krystal: I'm sorry~ It just......You actually go by "Foxy" now?~

Fox: Only by a select few of people and i hated it ever since.

Krystal: Well, If you want my input....(Smiles Softly) I believe it suits you quite well.

Fox: (Starts Blushing Again) Oh. I uh....glad you....like it, Krystal.

Banjo: I think it suits you quite well too.

Fox: ('Sigh') Much appericated, Banjo.

Kazooie: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah. For a dork.

Falco: (Starts Smirking Teasingly) I think Einstein suits him way better if ya ask me.

Fox; ANYWAYS! What brings you here tonight, Krystal if you don't mind me asking.

Krystal: I'm just having a nightly scroll around the town given I'm going to be moving here real soon.

Fox: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously?

Krystal: (Happily Nodded) It's true. I've been told by my crew mates how vibrant and expressive this place so many times that I figured I would come live here someday and see where it takes me from here. Which mean we'll have plenty of more time to catch up this time around, don'tcha think?~

Fox: Yeah....(Starts Smiling Back) T-That sounds great actually! I really hope you enjoy your stay when the time comes for you to move here.

Krystal: Thank you. Though, I must ask.

Fox: Hm?

Krystal: If any of you are not busy at the moment, would you all like to accompany me around town for a bit?

Fox: Sure, I'm down. (Turns to the Others) What about you guys?

Falco: (Shrugs) Fine by me.

Banjo: (Happily Nodded) Yeah-huh.

Kazooie: Not like we're doing anything else in the meantime.

Fox: (Turns Back to Krystal) There you have it. We're in.

Krystal: (Smiles Brightly) Spendid!~ Here's hoping tonight won't be too boring for us- (Felt her Phone Viberating in her Pants Pocket Before Taking it Out of There Sees Who's Calling Her) ('Sigh') Not. This again.....Could you excuse me for one bit. I have to take quick call. (Answers the Call) Hello?......Yes, commender, what is it? And please it isn'tan emergency this time......(Starts Walking a Bit Further Up to Continue her Call in Private)

Kazooie: So that Krystal girl's moving here, huh?

Banjo: (Smiles Brightly at Fox) Lucky you! You'll be seeing her more often for now on.

Fox: (Too Busy Staring at Krystal) Yeah.....It is great, isn't it-

Falco: You're starting to like her again, aren't you?

Fox: (Turns to Falco) Well....Yeah. I mean....We were friends back then, even more so nowadays, so-

Falco: Fox. Come on. (Turns to Fox With a Serious Look on his Face) You know exactly what I mean.

Fox: (Stares at Falco For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Okay, so maybe I do have a bit of crush on her as of late. And maybe I do think about what would it be like if we started dating again. But right now, I'm more focused on us starting over as friends, nothing more.

Falco: (Stares into his Best Friend's Eyes For a Few Seconds Before Letting Out a Sigh of his Own) Alright. I'll take your word for it. But ONLY if you promise me one thing.

Fox: Like what?

FaIco: Just.....be more careful this time, okay? You've been a complete wreck since the day she left the team and the last i want is for you go back to being sad and miserable, ya hear me?

Fox: Loud and clear. I promise I won't be careless this time. (Puts on a Determined Look on his Face) And I'll be damned if I let the past take control of this time around.

Falco: (Forms a Proud Smirk on his Face) That's a spirit. (Pulls Fox into a One Arm Hug) Annnd if you two ever DO get back together someday, don't be too chicken to ask you pal Falco for some love advice, will ya?

Banjo: (Smiles Brightly) Kazooie and I more than willing to help out if you want.

Kazooie: Same here. (Smirks Teasingly) And we'll make extra sure you don't go around making a fool our of yourself. Been a blushing mess all night.

Fox: (Roll His Eyes) No kidding. But no, seriously. Thanks, you guys. I really appreciate it.

Falco: Yeah, no mention. Now don't embarrass yourself this time.

Fox: (Comically Glares at Falco) I won't!

@cyber-wildcat

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[holdmytesseract]

Congrats on 1k followers!! :D

I’m feeling a bit ✨angsty✨ so… the song Adios by Rammstein.

“nichts ist für dich, nichts war für dich, nichts bleibt für dich… für immer”

[translation: “nothing is for you, nothing was for you, nothing remains for you… forever”]

thank you! :) 🖤

a/n: Ahhh, I loved to write this so much! 🥺 Thanks for requesting @lokixryss ! ☺️ I hope you like what I wrote! ☺️

Warnings: angst, heartbreak? hurt

Word Count: 1143

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @acefeather2002 @jennyggggrrr @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @eleniblue @loki-laufeyson-1054 @multifandom-worlds @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Shattered Hearts

"He tried to do what?" You looked at Thor - your brother-in-law in disbelief, mouth agape. He had just returned from his stay on Midgard. After finding out Loki was still alive and in the possession of the Tesseract, Thor had made it his mission to take his brother back home and stop him from whatever he had planned to do with the powerful item. Well, now Thor was back home - and just told you what had happened.

"H-He tried to take over New York? Crown himself as their ruler? Their king?" The blonde God nodded. "I am so sorry, Y/N. I know how happy you had been after finding out your husband is still alive... And now I have to bring you such devastating news." You swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe Thor's words. Sure, Loki had always wanted to be king, but to go this far? To do something brutish like this? It was totally not like him. Something about all this seemed weird and off for you. "Where... Where is he now?" Thor swallowed visibly, nervous about telling you what was currently happening within the palace without your knowledge. "I brought him back here. To Asgard." Your eyes widened again. "He's here?" Once again Thor nodded. "He is... In the throne room. My father is deciding about his fate right now. Whether he gets to live, or..." Thor trailed off, averting his eyes. There was pain in his heart as well. The harsh reality hit you, his words crashing down on you. Oh norns. Your breath hitched in your throat, as you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. He could die... Your husband was probably going to die. You had just found him again and now you were probably going to lose him straight away? Once and for all this time? Your brain was seconds away from short-circuiting; your heart threatening to burst into a million pieces. There was only one thought on your mind right now... "I-I have to go. I-I need to see him." You stammered out, tears already burning in your eyes. You took a few steps back, before you made a run for the door. "Y/N, no! Don't!" You heard Thor yell after you, but you didn't care. You just started to run, as fast as your feet could carry you, straight to the throne room.

Ignoring the guards at the door, you pushed past them and before they could even react, you had stormed through the big, golden doors. Ordin's voice died down; all eyes were now directed on you, but you had just eyes for your prince, which stood at the foot of the Allfather's throne, bound in chains. "Loki!" You cried out, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Your broken, hurt voice urged to the God's ears, but they never reached his heart. His mind was still clouded, his eyes unable to see you. Although, a tiny fraction in his brain screamed at him to rip himself from the guards grasps and hurry over to you; take you in his arms and never let go again. But this fraction was yet too small, got quickly drowned out by the other voices in his head.

Odin raised his voice then again, ignoring your pleas and cries to let you go to your husband. "My decision is final, Loki. Time changed, but you didn't. It seems like the old pattern stayed as well... Nothing is for you, nothing was for you, nothing remains for you… forever, my son. You choose your fate yourself. There is no one else to blame. It's a shame..." The Allfather's gaze travelled to you after his spoken words. "Especially for your dear wife. Look what you've done to her." You didn't know what Odin was talking about. Which fate? What was going to happen to him? Odin nodded towards the doors then. "Take him away." The guards which were holding onto Loki's arms started to drag him away now. "No, no, no! Loki!" You screamed again. "What is happening?! Please!" You pushed and pulled, trying to free yourself from the harsh grips of the two men. "Please!" You used all your strength - and indeed managed to break free. Without hesitation, you quickly ran up to Loki, throwing yourself against his body and slinging your arms around his neck. "Loki!" You sobbed, overwhelmed by all the emotions, running through your veins. To your surprise, the guards stayed put, letting you have this moment. "W-What happened, I... Oh gods, w-what is going to happen?!" He didn't answer you. Odin answered instead. "He is going to spend the rest of his life in the dungeons." It hit you - hard. The world came crashing down on you. Sure, some might say at least he wasn't going to die, but... There were things worse than death... And this was such a thing.

You didn't know what to say, were way too overwhelmed. Instead, you backed up, placed your hands on his chest. "L-Loki, I-" "Don't." He interrupted you immediately, shaking his head. "Just don't." You were utterly confused by his words and looked up into his blue eyes. They were cold. Rough. Without a single spark of love. You swallowed. This wasn't your Loki. Those weren't the blue eyes which gazed at you so full with love on every opportunity they got. Something clouded them. Something dark and evilly. This wasn't the man you loved... The man you had married all those years ago. The man you had seen your future with.

Loki stepped away from you - from your touch, causing an ice-cold shiver to run down your spine. That was the moment where your heart ultimately crumbled to the ground, shattered into pieces. He had rejected you - for the first time ever. He may have had quite a few rough days in the past, but he had never ever rejected you. It hurt.

You looked at him with blurry eyes; everybody in the big room watching the almost scandalous, unbelievable scenes unfolding in front of them. You swallowed hard, trying to find some words. "Y-You... You are rejecting me?" You asked with a broken, bitter voice. "Why?" The God averted his eyes from you; stoically looking ahead of you. "It is for the best, Y/N. Can't you see?" His words hurt you even more. What had happened to him? You quickly saw that it was pointless. He had clearly made his choice, so you stepped back, body trembling. "What happened to you? I don't know you anymore." He turned his head to face you again, giving you a malicious smile. "I've seen the future. The inevitable, powerful future." You shook your head. "You're not the man I married... Not anymore." With those words you turned away from him. Perhaps Odin was right... Nothing remained for him - nor you.

[senorablack]

On the Injustices of the Modern Senior Discount

Words: 1143 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Argyle/Jonathan Byers Characters: injustices of the world Additional Tags: Humor, Shippy Gen, idiot 4 idiot Summary: Steve finds Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan in the middle of a protest.

When Steve finds his guy, Eddie’s handcuffed to the theatre doors. His right wrist is, anyway. His left is cuffed to Argyle’s. And cuffed to Argyle’s left ankle, is Jonathan’s right. Argyle attempts a wave, but the movement takes Eddie’s arm with it, which results in a supersized soaking of icy coke all over the pair. Jonathan snorts. Probably because he’s managed to be unscathed by the splash back.

“S’why we should have gone with 7-up.” He says. But Steve barely catches it from where he lies on the sidewalk, head pillowed in his hands.

“But you like coke, dude.” Argyle says, taking off his second layer and dabbing it at his sticky stomach.

“Without…a doubt…” Jonathan says through yawns, “but 7-up doesn’t stain.”

“Board shorts can be replaced, you know, but supersized sales on fountain drinks last forever.”

“No man, this all-you-can-drink sale ends July thirty-first, ” Eddie says, “And today’s the… ”

“Thirtieth .” Jonathan supplies.

“Yeah, so like, what are we doing sitting here and not like, out there, disrupting the land?" Argyle asks, "High time we pretended we’re some white folk from the east, man, and that that fountain machine is our California gold.”

“Some of us are white folk from the east.” Jonathan breathes.

Steve can't be sure that he's really even awake. Argyle tries again, but Steve shuts him down immediately, not needing to hear anything more.

“Could I just—“ Steve pinches the bridge of his nose (and mumbles why do I even hang out with you bozos), “—could I just interrupt you guys for a sec. Anyone want to tell me what’s up with the cuffs?”

“Cuffs?” Eddie asks, with a head tilt. “Come again?”

“I said, DID YOU PUT YOURSELF HERE OR DO I HAVE TO CALL BAIL BONDS?”

The trio wince.

“Roll the volume back to 3, brother, I’m sensitive.” Argyle says, twisting a pinky in his ear.

“He always swabs too harsh.” Jonathan says, and turn to his side. It brings Argyle’s ankle over his own. Argyle doesn’t seem to notice or mind.

“You wanna make sure you got all those little gummy guys out of there.” Eddie says, “Jay think fast!”

Jonathan returns to his back a second late and instead of his open mouth, the popcorn kernel Eddie tossed at him falls into his shirt. Steve hadn’t seen it before, but when Jonathan sits up, there is a littering of kernels outlining Jonathan’s concrete bed like some kind of buttery snow-angel. Eddie shoots him a comforting smile.

“I’ll get it one day.” Jonathan says with a shrug.

“Hey, I won’t give up on you, if you don’t give up on you.” Eddie says. Argyle places a hand on Eddie's shoulder.

“That right there, brooooooooo, that’s some real ass shit man. You could work for hallmark.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t last one—“

“GUYS!” Steve shouts again. “Let’s reel this back to why the hell you’re all cuffed together, mmkay?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re protesting.” Eddie says and fishes a half soak joint from his pocket.

He frowns. Argyle pats him on the back consolingly, retreats, and digs through Jonathan’s jean jacket to procure some rolling papers.

“Protesting what?”

Argyle takes out his wallet, places a paper on top, and uses a nail to cut open the soaked joint. He empties the bud onto the new paper and re-rolls like he’s performing brain surgery.

“Being denied the senior discount.” Eddie says with a growl.

“None of you are seniors.” Steve says.

“What, because of our age? I was a senior a mere three months ago, my guy.” Argyle says, and then snaps his fingers in Eddie’s direction. Eddie mindlessly brings out his zippo and hands it to Argyle.

“Doctor.” Eddie says quickly.

“Doctor.” Argyle says in kind. He holds the flame under the length of the joint, close enough to seal but not burn.

“No, right? For christ sakes, Steve, I was a senior three times. That means I should have like, three times the discount…” Eddie’s brows scrunch. “If my math is right.”

Steve covers both hands over his face. And then runs them through his hair, pushing back the waves in all kinds of odd angles. He imagines they look like how he inwardly feels—distressed.

“It’s not.” He says flatly.

“But the formula…” Argyle starts. And Steve has to cut him off again.

“You! Hey!” Steve kicks at bottom of one of Jonathan’s converse. “Okay, no, you—why are you here? You know better.”

“Oh, I know better, man. I know better than to trust the man to fairness and equality. We all deserve access to Alien 3.”

“Sure. Right. Okay.”

“Plus,” Jonathan says with a laugh, “this is where the bud went and I was promised nachos.”

“Christ, you really need to stop hanging around Eddie, because you’re starting to make less sense than him.”

“Nah, E&J Spa Day Saturdays are sacred and irreplaceable.”

“You don’t even go to the spa.”

“I dunno, it just sounds better than Jonathan and Eddie get blasted, visit natural history museums, and make up fake lore about earth and mankind’s evolution Saturdays.”

“Huh, now I see why I don’t get to tag along.” Steve says with raised brows. “Guess I owe you a thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jonathan says.

“Wait, wait…so where’s the patty wagon?”

“Get this. These are the auxiliary doors.” Eddies says.

“Walk me through that one?” Steve raises a brow.

“We can’t, sweets, because they’re only for emergencies.” Eddie says this like Steve is five, as if he's the one missing the mark. Steve rolls his eyes.

“Forget I asked. Alternate definitions welcomed, guys.”

“Back doors.” Argyle says.

“Oh.” Steve scratches his brow with a pinky nail, “So no one’s even noticed you guys, have they?”

“Oh, they’ve noticed, Steve, baby. But just like any other injustice of the world all these—bawk bawk bawk—chickens are couped. Conditioned to ignore wrong doing if it ain’t immediately doing them wrong!”

Instead of engaging in whatever all that means, Steve squats and levels them all with a scrutinizing stare.

“How high are you guys right now?”

Argyle frowns. Starts to speak. Stops. Studies the joint he’s nursed back to health. And then fixes Steve with a serious look.

“Dude, I think the real question is how high aren’t we right now? Like, one could posit that, like, we can and should, be like, higher.”

Steve closes his eyes. Breathes through his nose.

“I don’t even—christ—get yourself unlocked. I’ll pay for the tickets. You’re still getting the Nachos, babe.” Steve says.

“Fair enough." Eddie nods. "Suppose the cause could pause for a free hour and a half of thrills and chills.”

When everyone is free and standing, Argyle’s striking up the lighter again. Steve steals the joint he’d been meaning the light right from his lips.

“If I’m buying, you assholes sure as hell owe me first hit.”

[dissiasims]

Tumblr Monthly Top 2

I was curious which of my cc were most popular based on month I published them during 2022, so here we have Top 2 Monthly CC :)

January

255 Notes - Tatty Boots v2 (Toddlers)

210 Notes - Zelia Skirt

February

403 Notes - Ariana Jacket (Accessory)

380 Notes - Rosalie Heels

March

404 Notes - Lizzie Nails

378 Notes - Heart Platfom Wedges

April

270 Notes - Checkered Sneakers

245 Notes - CyFi TSR Collab - CyFi Boots

May

746 Notes - Lace Accessory Cardigan

335 Notes - Wendy Sneakers v1 Kids

June

1143 Notes - Fami Socks

341 Notes - Kenadie Wedges

July

395 Notes - Nesta Sandals

394 Notes - Oh My Goth! TSR Collab - Midnight Boots High

August

188 Notes - Willow Accessory Belt Set

178 Notes - Bow Sandals Kids

September

528 Notes - Ophelia Sandals

401 Notes - Pentagram Cat Collar

October

372 Notes - Mrand Boots

303 Notes - Glowing Mushrooms Accessory

November

2095 Notes - Knitted Socks (Shoes)

570 Notes - Ribbed Long Jumpsuit

December

356 Notes - Knitted Long Dress

261 Notes - Dina Dress

[sillylittleguyontheweb]

⭑ golden sun over dreary skies ⭑

[WC: 1143]

It was a chilly day in Windemere; it was the only day in the week that wasn’t raining, but Gabriel could still feel the effects of the dark, overhanging clouds from previous days. His week had been rough and strenuous. His only respite was his one day of rest. He had thought some fresh air would do him good after being inside for so long so he took a trip to Willow Park: a large, densely populated park in the center of the city.  

Gabriel’s outfit was simple: a large, brown trenchcoat adorned over a white turtleneck and black pants. He made sure to have his accessories- a red scarf and matching red beanie -on before he left. On the way, he grabbed a cup of coffee from the local coffee shop near his apartment. He stopped at a bench near the park's edge and sat down, observing the cup in his hand. He was waiting for it to cool down and now that he had gone on a little walk, he assumed it was the perfect temperature. His pumpkin spice latte's warm, rich taste danced around in his mouth as he took his first sip. It was excellent, just as delicious as the previous ones.  

“This is the perfect way to spend my evening. No interruptions or concerns, just me and the leaves,” Gabriel thought. 

Gabriel was the ambassador for the Hero League, which didn’t leave him with much time for himself. That fact made him cherish his days off even more. He enjoyed the silence that contrasted with his day-to-day life. During work, he could never escape the eyes of the villain who watched him like a hawk. His appearance was fairly normal, the exception being his messy ginger hair. Most of the time, he wore all black with striped gloves for “fashion purposes”, he would say. The villain was an easy-going person, but his main job seemed like it was to annoy Gabriel. Of course, that wasn’t his actual job, but he always seemed to turn up at every corner to bother him.  

Just as he thought he was in the clear, he felt his beanie lift off his head and  turned around. His favorite villain was standing behind him, spinning the knitted hat on his finger. 

“Executioner… What do you need?” Gabriel’s face was painted with disdain.  

Gabriel extended his hand and the villain gently placed the beanie on it.  

The villain responded, “You know, you can just call me Max. No need to be so formal out of uniform, Iron Fist.” 

Gabriel slowly blinked in disinterest and he tied up his long, blonde hair before putting the hat back on. Max continued speaking, “Sorry about that, I had to do something to get your attention. I was wondering what you were doing at the park. It’s abnormal for you to be out of your apartment on a vacation day.”  

“How would you know?” 

Max’s reply was sharp, “That wasn’t the question.” 

“Fine, I guess I walked right into that one… I just-” Gabriel took a deep breath and resumed the point in his sentence, “I just needed a place to decompress… I’ve been busy all week and I need a break.” 

“Oh… I understand that.”  

Max remained quiet for a moment and an awkward silence followed. When he finally spoke up, his voice was soft and comforting.

“Hey, I have an idea. I know a place that we can go to, it might lift your spirits! You’ll have to trust me, though.”

 At first, Gabriel’s response was going to be a stern no, but the word seemed caught in his throat. Maybe I should allow him to redeem himself, he thought. He weighed his options before giving his response.  

“How do I know you won’t screw me over? You’re a villain, after all. There’s no logical reason for me to trust you.” 

Max gestured with his hands and said, “You’re right, you don’t have to. However, you seem to trust me a considerable amount already. You let me follow you on your missions. I haven’t been reported to the hero association either. I would consider that to be alarming at the very least.” 

“I- You-” Gabriel stammered. He didn’t have a counterargument. “Okay, fine… I’ll trust you, but just this once.” 

“Great! Follow me.” 

✧ 

Max started making small talk as they walked past the park and into the less active part of the city. Max walked into a dirty alleyway and pointed up. 

“We have to go up the stairs.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yes, we’re almost there.” 

“Okay…” 

They climbed up the stairs to the top of the building. Gabriel took a look around him while catching his breath. The sun was setting in the west and the entire sky was a mix of red, orange, and yellow hues. The large buildings of the inner city framed the area around the sun, providing a clear view of the picturesque sunset. Max walked over to the edge of the building and sat down, his feet dangling over the side. He wondered how he could drop his guard so casually and if this was a trap.

“Isn’t it so nice? I found this place on the job after a mission went wrong. Over time, it’s become a comfort place of mine.” 

“Yeah…” Gabriel stopped to take in the cityscape. “I can see why.”

The gentle breeze brought with it a comforting silence. Gabriel cautiously sat down and gripped the edge of the concrete tightly, just in case Max pushed him over. However, his concern was misplaced as he realized Max wasn’t paying attention to him at all. He was swinging his legs back and forth, lost in thought. Gabriel felt bad for assuming the worst but didn’t want his faith to be perceived as a weakness. It had happened in the past, but he could tell this time was different- He had a sudden realization while watching the sun fade away into the horizon; what had been missing was mutual trust. 

Max started getting up as the sky got darker. Gabriel turned his head to face Max as he heard him shift position.

“I have to get going. My boss will take his anger out on me if I don’t make it back on time…” Max declared. 

Gabriel felt a pit in his stomach. The regret of not saying anything flooded his mind. Just as Max was about to climb down the stairs, Gabriel called out to him. 

“Wait!” 

Max turned around to face Gabriel, locking eyes with each other.  

“Thank you for everything… I really appreciate it.”  

“Any time, Iron Fist,” Max said with a playful smirk.  

Max quickly disappeared into the night, leaving no trace behind. Gabriel looked at the muted tones of the sky once more before returning to his apartment, officially calling it a day.

[picklerocket]

Holy shit. 1143. Ms. Frog. The floors. Layers. Memories. Oh my god... Have you been there? Have you seen the beings made of light? My head is killing me...

[siouxiedadegenerate]

For Anyone Who Is Using/Want to Use Bluesky (or Just Want to View My Post)

Heddo Everyone! I have finally posted to this blog after being away for oh so long. Did ya miss me? *crickets* … Yeah I missed you guys too… =^=

But anyways, I wanted to have a post for my hashtags, tips and tricks and how to grow on Bluesky and shit. I don’t know, I thought it would be good at the time so I was like, why not. Yes this will be edited as needed over time cause BlueSky is always changing and I usually TRY to keep up to date but I have some information from sites and videos that I watched that could help.

I’m also might post my other notes that I have with other social media here. If you like that, let me know here:

But, anyways. ON TO THE SHOW.

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

HASHTAGS

LINKS

H A S H T A G S:

Here are a list of hashtags from highly used to least. I won’t put all of them cause there is a shit ton of tags. So if you want to see them all, here. Just be careful cause it tends to freeze up Safari if you open the link. I have an iPhone 14 Pro Max (weird flex) and it still can’t properly open and see all the hashtags. So what I did, I tapped the ( . . . ) on the website as fast as I can when I see it and download the text file of the Hashtags list.

Why is the website loading slow? It’s cause this website generates ALL the HASHTAGS each and every 30 minutes in the past 30 days. So it’s really chugging. But if you want to view on your computer, tablet, or on Firefox or Chrome (I haven’t tried the Chrome app but I’m sure it will work too) it will be a lot easier than viewing on Safari.

Link: GitHub

P.S: When you download the link you might want to download Documents to view it. Or any other Document services that opens .JSON files. I find Documents work perfectly for me. So I don’t know about others . . .

This is from the top of the list to where they have at least 100 Posts on the subject.

TOP HASHTAGS (DESCENDING)

System it’s In:

Hashtag Name - How Many Posts Does It Have

(Having a difficulty on colorizing this part so forgive me =o=.. )

"#art": 31687,

"#furryart": 21517,

"#furry": 20375,

"#nsfw": 12831,

"#1": 4572,

"#ListenToBlackVoices": 4341,

"#fursuit": 3950,

"#FogosPT": 3921,

"#ttrpg": 3378,

"#digitalart": 3361,

"#writingcommunity": 2994,

"#FursuitFriday": 2993,

"#RedSox": 2579,

"#oc": 2571,

"#2": 2419,

"#photography": 2176,

"#fanart": 2126,

"#dnd": 2119,

"#vtuber": 2001,

"#illustration": 1916,

"#COYBIG": 1831,

"#comics": 1773,

"#furconai": 1743,

"#history": 1740,

"#authors": 1570,

"#bluesky": 1547,

"#FFXIV": 1488,

"#pokemon": 1461,

"#skylog": 1436,

"#generative": 1431,

"#ProceduralArt": 1430,

"#fiction": 1426,

"#author": 1402,

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"#sepdumxyz": 102,

"#originalart": 102,

"#rock": 102,

"#illustrator": 102,

"#alternative": 102,

"#URGENT": 102,

"#Dostoevsky23": 102,

"#Reylo30for30": 102,

"#myheroacademia": 101,

"#HigherEd": 101,

"#Russian": 101,

"#original": 101,

"#murrsuiter": 100,

"#PokemonGO": 100,

"#16": 100,

"#beer": 100,

"#twlz": 100,

L I N K S:

For those who are VTubers or use or make Vtubing Avatars. I have a link to the popular hashtags to be used on BlueSky.

It’s basically a little document made by the wonderful Aiyoku Nakasu.

Vtuber Hashtags: Google Doc

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I found another link that I COMPLETELY forget what is does… My Bad. I usuallly put bookmarks on my home screen to use them for later but I completely forgot what this one does cause it doesn’t have a FAQ or anything. But I believe this link helps you block certain words or certain users from your feed. I think I may be right about it, I’ll test it out eventually. But it’s safe, I promise. For those who are suspicious here the picture to the link.

( I’m not giving out links to give you guys harmful viruses I know some people like to do that but trust me, I hate it too. A similar event happen to me and mom when I accidentally put her card on a site that wasn’t the true website and I SWEAR BY IT that it looks just like the actual website. But sadly, it wasn’t. And yes, we got our money back but I learned to look closer to see if the link is fake or not. And not to put our card information just ANYWHERE. That’s one the reason why I wanted to get a Cash Card, so I’m able to lock my card if anything suspicious happens. I got the card but that’s my story. So don’t worry okay? )

Oh! Right Here is the Link: Blockenhiemer

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Okay! I have this link for people who want to make a thread to make it easier on themselves. It also puts the number on posts linked to the thread. (Ex: 1/2 , 1/5 and so on. Depends on how many posts you have linked together.) I thought it was neat to have. I like to make threads since I like to ramble and post things I like. Or I might post a chapter for my crappy fanfiction on there and link it to Tumblr or somewhere to read the full thing. I don’t know. I had inspiration from Elle Cross on BlueSky/YouTube to post Fanfictions there so it’s easier for me. XD I want to post more on there anyways.

Link: BlueThreads

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I have this banner making website. It helps you make a banner for BlueSky (and possible Twitter if you want to). Just upload your photo and it helps you center the way you want to photo to view, how much to zoom in, if you want to repeat the image and also padding color in case you want to cover the sides that the Image doesn’t fill in. It’s very useful for customizing your profile.

Link: Bannerize

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Okay. This is a simple one. It’s just a link to see if the BlueSky website is down or up. Simple right?

Link: BlueSky Status

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Now, if you want to find a feed or something your are interested to see more of. I have just the link for it! It’s called BlueSky Feeds. From Furries, Artwork, tot he dark side where you have Gore and Dark Humor! It has everything and always growing each and everyday! Maybe not as fast but it’s there. XD So if you want to follow a feed or look more into a certain topic and see more of it later.

Link: BlueSky Feed

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Here is another Thread Maker. There is a little instruction on what it is and how to use it. Just have to click the ( i ) button.

Link: Blue Thread

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And another Feed Finder for those who want more of a variety of Feeds that are one BlueSky and stuff. I should really organize these links so they are in each category. But that’s a mission for future me. (I’m an masochist to myself sometimes =^=)

Link: Good Feeds

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Now, if you want to get the best out of BlueSky. This is the best website I can find for it. It’s called Deck.Blue, and you just have to play around with it. You can make your own Feeds (I believe, I didn’t touch it much just looked at it) and even, get this, BOOKMARK. Yes! You can bookmark! Isn’t that amazing?! *more crickets* =^= Well at least I’m happy about it since the Original BlueSky doesn’t have Bookmarks or anything or that sort. Which will I will talk about in the next link!

Link: Deck.Blue

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Okay, for the final and last link to help your BlueSky journey. If you want to make your own feeds cause there isn’t any or you just want a feed for yourself and yourself only (it will still be public sadly). You might want a feed for only Anime Merch, or a certain TV Show you enjoy! Just make a feed for that and you can also separate certain tags or words that you don’t want to see from that feed. Isn’t it great? I’m going to use it to make bookmarks for certain things so I can get to it later or quote it with my own shit. ^^

Links: Sky Feed

Also here is a link for those who need more help with making the feed to your likings. It’s from Elle Cross, the person I mentioned before. They have other videos so you can click on their profile to get more information about BlueSky if you want.

Video Link: SkyFeed Tutorial