#cuz heres the thing i was SO tempted to hit them cuz i got so mad in pubilc

[thebigqueer]

sibling literally said 'youre a BITCH' and my dad tells me 'you know how senseitve they are' bro i did NOTHING. all i did was stand there

[miniimight]

can you write one where mikey tries so hard to hide your relationship but he lets you into toman without you really being all that strong (he just wanted you around) and some members try to hit on you and he teaches them a lesson?

I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW!!!! OMG

HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP ! but some new toman members make it not-so-hidden

with mikey + fem!reader

warnings unwelcome attraction, they corner you and try to force you into a date, a guy puts his hands on you against your will

notes i love this request !! :D i think i went overboard tho lol

mikey was the epitome of attention as the leader of the growing toman. he really couldn't help the fact that emma was known as his sister, but he desperately tried to keep the fact that you were his girlfriend under wraps. couldn't have dumb kids trying to use you against him or get you caught up in gang wars.

every time he dropped you home, you slid off his bike and handed him his spare helmet (more like his only helmet, cuz he didn't wear one).

"bye, mikey." you hummed. "pick me up tomorrow?"

you didn't even have to ask. "yeah." he leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the bike handle while the other was held in front of you, palm towards the dusky sky.

you slipped your hand into his and he squeezed it, lingering as if he were contemplating something. you waited patiently.

he was so tempted to pull you back into his arms. who cares about the toman meeting when it meant a few more minutes with you?

he sighed and gave in, pulling you closer to the bike bashfully. he looked shy to ask. he'd never spent much time with you after school as he usually ran with his friends. but this time... he just wanted you close.

"ride with me?" he mumbled. "...again?"

you tilted your head slightly. "but... i thought you were gonna hang out with your friends?"

he tugged you forward, forcing a little yelp out of you as you fell into his shoulder. he hugged you tightly, his voice muffled against your chest.

"we never get to hang out for long..." he said. just this once, and no one will notice. maybe he could introduce you to his close friends this time? "it'll be okay. trust me."

you smiled and climbed on again, clasping the helmet buckle under your chin. "okay."

his bike roared to life, zooming down the streets.

[]

he parked his bike nearby, but far away enough so that it'd look like he walked to the meeting spot. your eyes drank the sight of the crowd down there. you knew who mikey was and what he was involved in, but never actually saw it for yourself.

he pouted. "why do you look so surprised?"

you chuckled. "aw, don't pout. i know you're a hotshot, mikey, but seeing all your guys is a different thing."

"not all of them are my guys." mikey whipped out his phone. "anyways, i want you to meet my sister."

you blinked, whipping your head to face him. he already had the phone to his ear. "now?!"

mikey grinned mischievously. "hey emma? i've got someone here, come to where all the bikes are parked."

after a few minutes, his sister came running up with a groan. "what do you want mikey—oh!" emma's jaw dropped. "a girl?!" she pointed an accusatory finger at mikey. "explain yourself!"

mikey smirked proudly and pulled you closer, his arm strung around your shoulders. "a girlfriend."

"girlfr—?!" emma paced in a frustrated circle. "and you didn't tell me?!"

"yeah, cuz it's supposed to be a secret!" mikey retorted, huffing. "and i know you'd just tell ken-chin or something."

emma gaped at the two of you for a moment. you waved meekly, squeaking a "hi, emma. i'm y/n."

she rushed towards you, clutching your hands in hers. "tell. me. everything."

mikey smiled despite his front of annoyance, ruffling both your heads as he walked by. "come on."

as mikey walked, gang members scurried away to make ample room for their president and the two that flanked him: his sister and who they assumed was her guest. he soon reached the platform where all the captains gathered. his crew looked more curious than confused at your presence.

"oi, emma," draken narrowed his eyes at the blonde, the first to pipe up. "you can't just bring whoever you want to these things."

emma opened her mouth to retort, but mikey nudged her side. that was enough to make her revise what she was going to say. "whatever."

you, on the other hand, were confused, thrown into a whole new environment that you knew nothing about. seeing all these violence-prone tough guys made you feel so small and weak.

mikey observed you as your eyes nervously darted across the crowd of toman. he leaned towards you to whisper while his friends were occupied by a chatty emma, his hair brushing against your ear. "just stay where i can see you and you can see me."

"so, at the front?" you gave him a skeptical look.

"wherever you want, i just wanna see your face." he smiled, eyes closed. heat rose to your face as you cast your gaze elsewhere. dork.

you and mikey were pulled from your own little world when emma huffed and puffed at draken.

"ugh, this is boring anyway!" emma turned on her heels. "come on, y/n!"

"oh! okay..." you blinked and gave mikey a parting glance.

the boys watched the two of you race down the steps.

draken scoffed, standing at mikey's side. "why was that girl looking at you like that?"

mikey smiled to himself, his heart thrumming happily. "dunno. might be in love with me or something."

they all laughed at him. yeah, as if!

"emma, slow down—!" you grunted as you wove through all the boys gathered, ignoring their smirking or curious faces as you desperately tried to keep her flowy blond hair in your sight. but it was dark and the black uniforms didn't help one bit.

you paused, looking around.

you lost her. you cursed and just focused on making your way to the back, being alone around all these weird teenagers didn't sit well with you.

"hey."

the firm grip around your wrist sent chills down your spine. you tugged once in a hopes to slither away but with no luck.

"what're ya doing here?"

you turned to see a group of guys surrounding you. your heart dropped into your stomach. your eyes drifted upwards. you couldn't see over their heads; you couldn't see mikey.

"oh, just hanging out with a friend..." you answered. "i'm gonna go now..."

"hold on, you think we buy that?" the one doing all the talking scoffed. "you're a girl here at a gang meeting, what 'friend' are you visiting, huh?!"

you flinched at the tone, unable to find the words.

"wanna know what i think?" he bent down to look you in the eye. "think you're just looking for attention. what, need a boyfriend, sweetheart?"

you hurriedly shook your hands, staring at them with panic. "no! no, i have one! i have a boyfriend." you hoped that would deter them, you desperately hoped they would leave you alone. your head swiveled around. some were taking amusement in the interaction, others were turning a blind eye.

"really?" he asked.

you found yourself glaring at him, despite the uneven match. "yeah."

the boy paused and surveyed you, his nasty gaze raking over you. his lips curled into a smirk. "ha! why should i believe you?"

you resolve crumbled. you whimpered at the failed attempt to get the fuck out of here which did nothing for your case.

"aw, sad you got found out?" he grinned down at you, shoving his hands in his pockets. "it's okay, we can go somewhere together after this, how about that?"

you scoffed, crossing your arms. "i said i have a boyfriend." who, for all the class he lacked, had way more class than this piece of shit.

that seemed to anger the boy. "quit lyin, we know you ain't got shit."

mikey, please just notice me. you begged silently, hoping for some miracle that'd get you out of this situation.

"did you hear me?" the boy hissed, grabbing your wrists. you gasped and glared at him, pulling against him with all your might. "quit—" he grunted. "cut that out!"

you felt cornered and tears pooled in your eyes. your heart felt almost cold as you let your impulses take over, screaming, "let go!"

mikey was eagerly listening as his captains addressed the gang, but his mind was still looking for you in the crowd. he searched for minutes and still couldn't find anything.

he wilted. was he just a bad boyfriend? not being able to recognize his girl in a crowd?

then he heard murmuring, hushed whispers, before he heard your voice.

"let go!"

his face scrunched and he rose to his feet. let go? who had their hands on you?

he marched to the front of the platform, scanning the crowd with newfound intensity. draken seemed to notice and did the work for him.

"oi!" draken's voice made the gang fall silent. even the guy who acted big froze in front of you. "why the fuck do you have your back turned to your leader when he's addressing you?"

mikey saw a couple boys distance themselves from the commotion, where he saw. anger flared into his body and he itched to beat someone to death.

you were looking at him, completely distraught.

he flew down the stairs, shoving past the members towards you. hatred radiated off him in waves as his eyes never left the sight in front of him. someone—his gang members—were fucking disrespecting you. he felt embarrassed and enraged.

the boy who had pressured you immediately let go. you stumbled backwards before looking at mikey. even now, you didn't know if you should run to him in front of everyone.

your doubts were squashed when he opened his arms. you inhaled deeply. your breath shook as you blinked the tears from your eyes, speedwalking towards him. the silence was killing you. what a reveal, you thought. you didn't care though, just happy to be in mikey's arms.

mikey hugged you tightly, pulling back to observe you for any damage. he ghosted his fingers over your wrists. "did they hurt you?"

you gulped at the menacing edge to his voice. you shook your head. he gave your wrists a soothing squeeze.

the aggressors' eyes flickered between you and their leader.

you smiled sweetly and pointed at mikey, mouthing boyfriend!

they paled.

you grinned. get fucked.

"do you know what you just did?" mikey asked, shrugging off his coat and putting it around your shoulders. he walked past you.

"h-hey... i didn't know—" the guy scrambled backwards, his voice dripping with desperation.

"who cares?" mikey's eyes were cloudy. "even if she weren't mine, are you trying to make toman look bad? if you're gonna be pathetic, do it somewhere else."

the guy took that as a cue to leave, quickly turning around.

"who said you could leave?"

you blinked and he was on the ground, mikey's foot landing gracefully.

"huh?" you mumbled. before you could even process it, he was standing over the other bystanders, holding them by their shirt as he landed punch after punch.

when they were all piles of bones on the floor he stood up, dusting his pants and slipping his hands in his pockets. "you're not welcome in toman. you better not let your faces be seen around here any more or i'll bash your head in."

you pulled the wings of mikey's coat closer to your body. despite the violence, you felt... warm and soothed by mikey's actions.

draken dismissed the meeting and the gang practically ran out of there, eager to get out of mikey's area of impact. the founding members and emma remained.

mitsuya looked sheepish when he asked, "i guess she really was in love with you, huh?"

mikey turned his nose in the air. "of course. why would i lie about that?"

pah scoffed. "do you even know yourself?"

you inched closer to mikey, unsure of your place here. he held you by your waist, reassuring you. your racing heart slowed down, little by little.

"hey." surprisingly, draken looked a little embarrassed, probably because he treated you like some rando when you were mikey's girlfriend. "you... we're not like that brat, okay?"

"yeah, what a disgrace!" pah interrupted, huffing.

"you don't have to be afraid." draken continued, glaring at pah. "just like mikey, we'll look out for you."

you smiled, coming out of mikey's side just a little. "thank you. i'm y/n, by the way."

mitsuya groaned. "oh, now it all makes sense." you voiced a confused hum and he elaborated, telling you that mikey would always go on and on about you. his friends thought you were just a crush of his, and since they'd never saw you they honestly thought you were a figment of his hormonal imagination.

your cheeks burned. "oh... no, i'm totally real."

emma peeked out from behind draken. her eyes were glossy and she sniffed, toddling towards you. "y/nnnn!" she wailed, hugging you. "i'm so sorry!"

you pat her back. "emma, it's not your fault! oh my god. please don't cry!" you looked at mikey for help but he just smiled. that smile faded when he realized that his friends and sister were slowly pushing him outside their little circle, wanting to know everything.

"okay, get off." mikey's demeanor changed in an instant. he slipped in under draken's arm and grabbed your hand, tugging you behind him.

"hey, no fair!" emma exclaimed, running after her brother. "you had her for who knows how long but i can't even get to talk to her for five minutes?!"

mikey sped up, laughing. "she's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"mikey!"

his bright laughter brought a smile to your face. he mounted his bike and made sure you were secure before revving off into the distance, his friends hot on his tail.

you gripped mikey's torso, nuzzling into his back. "thank you."

"don't thank me." mikey replied, quiet. "should've never happened in the first place."

your cheek rested on his shoulder blade, staring at him. his hair cascaded just enough to obscure his eyes from view. "i'm glad i have a strong boyfriend to protect me." you giggled.

his chest puffed with pride. "i am pretty strong."

you rolled your eyes.

"but it's not just us anymore." he turned his head to meet your eyes. "you have a new family, now. and they're all gonna look out for you."

your jaw hurt from how hard you smiled. your heart fluttered. resting your head on his back again, you squeezed him tight.

[]

the peaceful drive soon turned into a competition when the toman captains tried to race mikey down, determined for answers. emma, who rode on draken's bike, was especially vicious.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[owlight]

My request: kid, law, marco and robin (only if you are comfortable writting female characters) reacting at gn reader (non devil fruit user) saving them from drowning. hope you have a nice day, you are very talented!

Thanks for requesting 😔🫶

I do females Characters , specially robin cuz she my wife actually 🤭💖 and lmao this reminded me of that one time when I almost drowned ngl

Tags:drowning situation pretty much, Suggestive language with kid cuz he built that way,fluff mostly , ignore mistakes plz

GN!Reader saving Eustass kid,Trafalgar law,Marco,Nico Robin from drowning

Eustass Kid

He only drowned because his ass refuse to back from any challenge or fight ,which how he now end up sinking to the water with an angry pout and arms crossed,he is that stubborn and would spend his last moments as a stubborn idiot

someone challenged him to jump to the water and his ass is petty so he did it without any thought to the fact he can't swim

But Gladly! You dive in fast the moment he end up in the water and grab him tightly,good thing water make him weightless or you would have drowned trying to get him out

" and ugh..you are so heavy" you tells him as you pull him back to the safety of the shores ,kid scowl at you " you are just weak pipesqueak" you look at him as you swim ,you are tempted to leave him to drown for a moment,but in the back of your mind you can see killer masked face telling you not to do that because you would regret it later... ,you sighs,the price you pay for love...

He would not be thankful that you saved him, cuz you are his partner and Part of his crew , it's like your official duty to help from drowning cuz killer can't do it anymore :(

He Would suggest you do CPR on his dick instead of his mouth once he gained enough oxygen going through his Brain,you drop him on the sand so hard you hear a loud 'thump!'

You're literally the life guard of the kid pirates , it's almost funny that you have to drag kid out the water everytime his problematic ass fall into water

He get into these situations a lot ,you suggested once that he add floaty on his outfit since he always be falling into water,he threw a wrench at you but missed and it hit killer right at his helmet

He is very grateful for you secretly, he would never let you know but when he see you swimming toward him to save him? You look like an Angel and he is so thankful that you always willing to get into water to save him

He tries to be careful more (doesn't work) but it's the thoughts that count

He say the dumbest most inappropriate CPR jokes every time,you sometimes tempted to throw him back in water but he is already so heavy (nd you love him)

7.4/10 saving experience, should have let him struggle bit more in water ,maybe the water would have washes all the salty attitude off him someday (?)

Law

This happens rarely really,he is very careful and usually use his devil fruit to avoid falling Into open water like that

But he once was very unlucky and fell off the submarine ship deck after a strong wave hit the ship ,one moment he was standing talking to you,the other moment he in the water sinking down the water ,he tries his best to hold his breath..last thing he see is a blurry figure pulling him up from the deep water

"I got you.. I got you" you says as you pull him out the water to the deck,you start performing CPR till he is coughing,he blink few times as he sees you above him, looking at him with worried eyes that melt to a smile "here you are lovebug ,good to have you awake" you tells him and law cheeks suddenly feel heated,he remove his wet hat off his head and sits down "thank you (y/n)-ya" law says as he looks at you with a little rare smile

"not a problem,that was a strong wave ,we should probably get into the submarine,might be a storm coming" you tells him as you pick up his hat and help him stands up,law can't help but looks at you adoringly...he loves you so much

He so thankful after that,not outloud but by the way he caress your face gently and smiles at you,a real genuine smile,rare sight only meant to his special people and you are so lucky you're one of them

He is more careful than everyone on this list ,so it won't happen often or again,he usually have fast reflexes to not get in that situation,it only happened then cuz he was so smitten by you(so cheesy ngl)

He will be thankful for a very long time,will go bit more easy on you ,no one would notice but you really ,it's wholesome

He give you extra cuddle every night from that day, cuz you his hero now,look at you getting spoiled rotten by him,so lucky

He appreciates you lot,thank you for loving and handling this stoic and secret nerd, he loves you so much just wait till he is no longer a flustered mess when getting affection from you

He really wanted to say that cheesy dumb CPR joke..he want to so bad,but he know you won't ever recover from hearing him says that..so he wait till perfect chance..

10/10 good saving experience

Marco

One moment he was standing watching the beautiful sea , then suddenly a strong wave hit and he was too slow to use his devil fruit to fly away,he hold his breath as much as he possibly can,he can't help but feel helpless,what an embarrassing way to die...he fought in many battles,yet a strong wave is what took him out...

He feel bit dizzy at the lack of oxygen and he hopes that's the others weren't taken by the wave as well,he would feel bad if they too ended up a victim of this unfortunate event,he start chocking on water that start entering his lungs and it burn like hell,he wonder if you would forgive him for Begin so careless-he did not have the time to think more before he sees you swimming to grab him so tightly, looking very determined,Marco slightly smile as he let himself pass out,he hope that the CPR he taught you would be enough to pull him through this

"......And you are awake finely!" Your voice says as Marco slowly open his eyes and coughs the salty water "ah...sorry,was enjoying my nap" Marco jokes and he can see you shaking your head "not funny..Next time no standing near open water when you know it might be storming" you scold him and he laughs as he sits up "promise you that yoi, don't worry" he ruffles your hair "thank you for saving me" he tells you and you smiles "oh no problem! Just know you own me a dinner for giving me the scare of a lifetime!" You says playfully and Marco can't help but love you a bit more

He is 100% thankful for your help

He doesn't drown or get into water often so you don't have to Worry about this happening again

usually he is the one saving you from almost falling into water so it's a nice change of pace

He would make a CPR joke later on when the situation is long forgotten to make you squirm a bit

He will make sure to get you your favorite snack later as a thanks for saving him because he loves you

11/10 saving experience,very polite birdman

Robin

How unfortunate,robin thought as the Battle between the strawhats and the Marines got bit too harsh and a Canon hit where she was standing sending her flying into the ocean water,she could say she lived a long life at least and died trying to protect her friends...she wonder if you would keep her collection of books safe after her untimely death-

Then suddenly,She is begin pulled out the water fast by someone and by the way she is held so tightly,she know it's You who had jumped to save her,she is slowly losing consciousness,but she smiles slightly as she trust she is in good hands now

"wake up damn it!-i can't lose you like this" your voice says as you continue preforming CPR on her,she open her eyes and cough the sea water she had swallowed earlier "thanks god robin-i was so worried" you tells her as you embrace her tightly,she can see that You are on the Sunny and it seem like the strawhats had managed to escape the Marines clutch which is good..you look not injured which is good,robin take a deep breath before embracing you back Gently " I apologies, I'm okay , don't worry my dear,thank you for saving me" she mumble softly as she hug you tighter "don't thank me...just..next time be careful okay? I almost had a heart attack seeing you fall into the water'' you scold lightly and that cause Robin to chuckles "I promise to be careful next time" she tells you with a gentle smile across her face

She is very grateful that you've saved her life,you always got her back even when she says she doesn't need help,you still offer to help her and watch her back ,so she is very grateful for that

She would thank you by begin extra affectionate with you for the rest of that day ,which you appreciate it a lot (Sanji is eating his hand as he envy you)

She doesn't usually end up in these situations,she usually able to get herself out of water by using her devil fruit ,so you don't have to worry about her much

Though ever since if the devil fruit strawhats needed to move through water,she would pick you as the person to help her across

She appreciates your help always,and she loves you a bit more ever since you've saved her from drowning

She kiss you later after that lot , thanks kisses she would call them playfully

13/10 saving experience ,she is the best

(This been in my drafts since months sorry for the lateness bbg)

[haru-chi]

(I don't read their manga so all I'm gonna say is purely my theories and assumptions or maybe wishful thinking on my part to suit my taste, so I'd be really grateful if manga readers don't spoil anything for me be it I hit the nail or not)

in this anime the story really starts from Himmel's death and the impact his death left on Frieren more than she actually thought resulting in her being left with deep regret. His death left no impression on me at first tbh. I mean we don't know anything about him enough to care, Heiter's death was more impactful at least to me ...

but then the more I watch the more I realize the core of this story as much as it's Frieren's journey to understand human's emotions so not to repeat the same mistake twice as much as it's about getting to know Himmel's with her so it's gonna be the death that breaks you down later on kind of way.

I thought it was cleaver that we were put in the same boat as her, we actually know nothing about him like her, so through this journey we're also gonna get to know the "real" Himmel with her.

the more she'll learn about human's emotions the more she'll understand alot of things she might've brash it away cuz she either never pay attention or don't get the real meaning of his words/actions like the fact that he actually LOVED her :)

something else that got me thinking is this ..

at the end of his funeral, she was left staring to this ring for a while ... so LISTEN TO ME .. what if this ring here is a gift from him to her ...

what if it was from the time he confesses his love to her or even worse he proposed to her but she either didn't get what he actually meant or declined or something between those lines aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa STOP ME FROM DIGGING DEEPER OMG

so, through this journey she'll learn the true meaning of those words and feelings the more she learns about human's emotions .. and the worse part what if she realized she was in love with him too by the end of the story but never understand her own feelings ????

she said she's gathering new magics cuz he was praising her whenever she learned something new, also the ghost she saw was Himmel's ghost not her teacher as she was expecting so that proves she actually care about him more than she herself realize ><

this gonna be very tragic, yet I wants this to be the core of the story since I'm just weak for those kinds of stories AND I'M ALREADY CRYING EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW IF I'M RIGHT OR NOT YET I GET EMOTIONAL SEEING THEM TOGETHER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND !!!!

I don't know how and why my mind decided to go wild with those ideas that now I see the anime and its story differently than what I signed up for at first ... WHY AM I IN LOVE WITH A DEAD MAN YET AGAIN !!!!! I THOUGHT I SURIVIVED WHEN HE DEAD BEFORE I DEVOLOP ANY EMOTIONS FOR HIM YET HERE I AM IN THIS HELL BECAUSE OF HIM AND FRIEREN !!!!! T^T

Did I hit the nail ?? did I ?? please say I did so that I can be happy this shaping up to be my kind of tragic story .. but then I don't wanna know or hear any spoilers ... I'm tempted to jump to the manga to see if I'm right or not but I must resist till the anime end at least ><

[photogirl894]

"Mirrors in the Force"

Chapter 3

"Departure"

A "Rebels" fanfic!

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x fem OC (blasphemous, I know 😜)

A/N: Boy, it's been a while since I've updated this fic! I got caught up with my main Bad Batch fic cuz the final season was coming out and I just was on a roll with that one. Now, I've come to a bit of a halt while I figure out some ideas, so I thought I'd work on this one a bit while I could 😊 This might be a little shorter than normal.

This one has some definite foreshadowing, some allusions to things in the Clone Wars (that I'm sure most of you know) as well as a scene inspired by a scene in episode 1 of "The Acolyte".

Hope y'all enjoy!!

Taglist: @dragonrider9905 , @scarlettrose9901 , @darthzero22 , @reader6898 , @moonstrider9904 ,

@techs-stitches , @ilikemymendarkandfictional

《 Chapter 2

》 Coming soon!

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Explanation: Elaré deals with her bullies and Master Gallia prepares for another mission...one that Elaré is not prepared for the consequences.

"Caleb!" Elaré called out upon seeing her friend again.

He nodded to her and asked, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied.

Reassured that she was okay, Caleb returned his attention to Mag and Sani, his eyebrows furrowing. "I won't ask you again, you two. Leave Elli alone."

"Or what? What are you gonna do, Dume? Fight us?" Sani taunted him.

"You're making it very tempting right now," he said.

"You won't do it. You're not man enough," Mag said with a sneer.

All of a sudden, Caleb's hand shot out in an upward motion and Mag was lifted off the ground, causing him to let go of Elaré, who ran over to Caleb immediately.

In a stern voice, Caleb stated, "You underestimate what I won't do for Elli." Then he pushed his hand out and sent Mag flying back a few feet with the Force.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that," said Sani, drawing and igniting her blue lightsaber.

Driven by frustration at their peers and their clear challenge, Caleb tossed Elaré's saber to her and they both activated them, blue and gold springing to life. Then Mag, getting up to his feet, got out his own weapon, a green blade igniting from it. Both Caleb and Elaré stood together in a defensive position, letting their opponents make the first move. In seconds, Mag and Sani leapt forward and their blades clashed with Elaré's and Caleb's. Both of them knew it was best to not engage too much in the fight and remain on the defensive; they understood the teaching that the Jedi only use the Force for knowledge and defense, but never for attack. It was apparent Sani and Mag hadn't retained that fact.

Sani went for Elaré while Mag went for Caleb. Sani was quick with her attacks, but Elaré was swift with her dodges. She ducked under Sani's blade, backflipped and sidestepped every chance she got. Caleb was doing the same, jumping and flipping over Mag to avoid his hits.

"Stop avoiding us and fight!" cried Mag.

"You're really in a hurry to get your butt kicked by someone older than you?" Caleb said with a smirk just before blocking Mag's lightsaber with his own.

The fight didn't last long, however, as they heard a loud, commanding voice cry out, "Stop this at once, Padawans!"

They all stilled their weapons and Elaré instinctively tensed up, recognizing the voice of the person now stomping over towards them.

It was Master Adi Gallia.

As they all switched off their sabers, Master Gallia approached and scolded them, putting her hands on her hips, "I would expect this behavior from younglings who don't know any better. Not from any of you." Her eyes were sharp and her tone was icy, making the Padawans all bow their heads in shame. Then she asked, "Now, what is the meaning of this?"

Mag spoke up right away, "They started it, Master, and--"

"I did not ask for excuses or lies, child," Master Gallia harshly interrupted him. Then she said Elaré's name, who braced herself for what came next, and said, "I know you don't lie. Tell me what happened here."

Elaré took a deep breath and explained to her Master about Master Yoda's invitation to have private lessons, how Mag and Sani didn't take that well, their bullying and Caleb's interference.

"He told them to leave me alone and they wouldn't, so he pushed Mag off me and…we all started fighting," she concluded timidly, averting her eyes to the ground.

Satisfied with that tale, Adi Gallia turned to the other two and stated, her voice a bit calmer but still with authority, "Mag, Sani: return to your bedchambers immediately. I will be speaking to Master Yoda about your behavior."

Without a word, the other two Padawans ran off, but not without casting displeased glances at Elaré and Caleb as they left.

Once they were gone, Master Gallia turned to Caleb and addressed him, saying, "Caleb, I appreciate coming to the aid of my Padawan...but fighting other Jedi is not our way. You know this."

"I'm sorry, Master Gallia," said Caleb.

"I will have to speak to Master Billaba about this, as well," she added. "Now, both of you, return to your rooms, too. Elaré, remain there until I come."

They both bowed their heads and ran back towards the temple. Once they were inside, they stopped for a moment to catch their breath.

"I'm sorry I got us in trouble," said Elaré.

Caleb just let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. It was worth seeing the other two get scolded pretty good by Master Gallia."

Elaré snickered herself in response, unable to deny it was pretty satisfying seeing her bullies get what they deserved.

"Besides…no one else gets to mess with you but me," he added, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, but still she smiled. "Thanks for helping me, Caleb," she said.

Giving her an acknowledging nod, he replied, "You're my best friend, Elli, and I'll always be here for you."

"You promise?"

He smiled. "Yeah…I promise."

Now in her room, Elaré sat on her bed, nervously rubbing her hands together. She could tell her Master was not pleased in the least before and she just knew she'd be getting punished for what happened, especially since she'd already gotten in trouble for dueling Caleb on the temple grounds days before. Though, there had been a good reason this time. Mag and Sani had been mean to her and wanted to fight, so they needed to be put in their place. At least, that's what Elaré believed.

After a while, there was a knock at the door and Adi Gallia came into the room, a pensive expression on her face as she walked over.

Stopping in front of Elaré, she folded her arms and said sternly yet calmly, "Elaré, I am quite disappointed in you. We've been over this before: you do not fight on the temple grounds. I already had to get after you days ago when you were dueling Caleb and then today, I find the both of you fighting two other Padawans? What were you thinking?"

"They were bullying me, Master," Elaré replied.

"And you thought it was okay to resort to violence as a response?" her Master questioned.

“I wasn’t trying to fight,” Elaré told her. “They started getting physical with me and that’s when Caleb showed up. Then Mag and Sani wanted to fight.”

“Two wrongs do not make a right, my young Padawan,” said Master Gallia. “You shouldn’t have engaged with them. You know better than this and you’re an example to your peers. I expect better from you.”

Elaré hung her head, embarrassed. “I know, Master, and I’m sorry. I’m really trying my best.”

Adi Gallia sighed softly. “I know you are…but you still have a long ways yet. You’re young and still quite impulsive. You must learn to control those reckless urges.”

“I don’t see how this is my fault when Mag and Sani were the ones picking on me,” Elaré said back indignantly.

"That does not make it all right for you to stoop to their level," said Master Gallia, sitting down on the bed next to her Padawan. She sighed again. "It's times like this, child, that make me nervous leaving you behind when I get called on missions. We will have to discuss this more when I return."

That made Elaré's head perk up. "Return? Where are you going?"

"Do you remember the Jedi Master and Padawan that were found slaughtered on Devaron?" Adi Gallia asked her. When Elaré nodded, she went on, "Their killer has been found. There are two rogue Sith and I'm going with Master Kenobi to bring them to justice."

The young girl's heart sank slightly. Something about what her Master said made her feel uneasy. "Why do you have to go?" she questioned.

"I want to help Master Kenobi. He can't deal with the Sith on his own," her Master answered.

"But why can't another Jedi go with him?" Elaré almost whined.

Master Gallia raised her eyebrows at her. "That is not your place to question, Padawan," she stated sternly.

Elaré gripped the sheets on her bed, trying to keep herself calm. "Master, something doesn't feel right about this. I don't think you should go."

Her Master shook her head. "Things are already set in motion and the mission is getting underway. That was why I came to find you on the grounds. However, because I had to break up your fight and take care of things, it has delayed me and I can't stay debating this any longer." Then she got up to her feet. "You will be placed under the care of Master Billaba while I am gone and this is not up for discussion."

Frustrated, Elaré just hung her head and said back, "Yes, Master Gallia."

"Now, come. I am leaving you with Master Billaba before I depart."

The two of them left the room with Elaré a couple steps behind with her head still low. They made their way through the Jedi temple until they met up with Depa Billaba and Caleb in a hallway. Caleb looked a bit glum himself, more than likely having gotten a lecture from his own Master, as well. Though, his expression brightened up a bit more upon seeing Elaré approaching. Master Billaba, however, appeared calm and unmoved to see them.

Adi Gallia said to Depa Billaba, "Thank you again, my friend, for keeping watch over my Padawan."

With a small smile, Master Billaba replied, "It is no trouble at all…as long as she and Caleb behave together."

"We're always on our best behavior," said Caleb, grinning.

Smirking knowingly at him, his Master said back, "Lying was never your strong suit, my young Padawan."

Master Gallia then turned to Elaré and told her, her voice now back to the calm one her Padawan was used to, "I want you to prove to me you can be trusted to behave yourself while I'm gone, child. No more getting into fights with other Padawans."

"Yes, Master," said Elaré in a low voice.

Seeing her young charge still feeling down about her leaving, Adi Gallia got down onto a knee in front of her, meeting her gaze and laying a hand on her shoulder. "I know you hate when I leave you behind, but it won't be for much longer. You are capable, but still too young. Perhaps in a year, you can start accompanying me on missions."

"I hope so," Elaré replied.

Giving her shoulder one last reassuring squeeze, Adi Gallia then stood up, bowed to Depa Billaba and Caleb and then ran from the hall in the direction of the hangar, where she would be meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi. Elaré watched her leave, hoping that her iffy feeling inside was just her nerves and not anything more substantial.

Her Master would be back. She was sure of it.

A number of days had passed since Master Gallia had left. Still at the temple, Master Billaba was running through meditations with Caleb, Elaré and a handful of other Padawans in one of the higher rooms. They all sat on the floor with their legs crossed and their eyes closed. Depa Billaba meandered throughout the room, giving instructions.

"Our eyes can deceive us…and you must learn not to always trust what you see," she said, her voice serene and calming. "Tap into your connection to the Force. Let it guide you. Hear its whispers…feel its pull. What do you see in your mind's eye? What does the Force show to you?"

One girl Padawan spoke up said, "Life and energy."

"Very good," said Master Billaba.

"The ocean," said another boy.

"Excellent."

Caleb then said, "Balance."

"That's good, Caleb," said his Master.

Then Elaré said, "I see…fire…and destruction."

Master Billaba remained silent, unsure of what to make of what Elaré said.

Elaré kept going, "It's all-consuming and it's strong. It doesn't seem to stop."

Hoping to redirect what was going on, Depa Billaba said, "The Force is powerful and power comes in many forms, like fire or the ocean. It manifests differently to each of us, but it is part of nature and a part of all things. The Force is a part of all of us. You must let it be your guide always. That's all we have time for today."

All the children opened their eyes, their eyes adjusting to the bright light of the sunlight coming in through the windows, and they all got up and filed out of the room. Caleb and Elaré lingered back behind the rest.

"Your answer was cool. Ominous, but cool," Caleb told Elaré.

"Thanks, but yours was much more of what a Jedi would say," she said back.

"Well, it's like what Master Billaba said: the Force shows itself differently to each person. Yours is still okay," he assured her.

The Master approached them after seeing the rest of the children off and she said, "There was nothing wrong with your answer, Elaré. It was one, admittedly, I have not heard often, but it intrigued me."

"Thanks, Master Billaba," Elaré said gratefully.

Right then, they heard beeping from outside the door and when the doors slid open, they saw Master Obi-Wan Kenobi walk into the room. Elaré got excited for a moment, knowing that had to mean her Master had come back, but then realized there was a melancholic look in Master Kenobi's eyes as he came in, specifically looking at her. Something was very wrong.

She jogged over to Obi-Wan and said, "Master Kenobi, you're back. Did you apprehend the rogue Sith?"

With a heavy sigh, he answered, his voice full of regret, "Unfortunately, we did not. They overpowered us and escaped."

"You'll get them next time," Elaré tried to uplift him. "Is Master Gallia reporting to the Council?"

Obi-Wan shared an uneasy glance with Depa Billaba that she caught right away before taking a knee in front of Elaré. "Elaré…I'm afraid I have some terrible news," he informed her. "Master Adi Gallia fought bravely…but it was not enough. She did not make it back."

Elaré's whole body went numb. There was no way she heard him correctly. "No…you're lying. You have to be," she said back weakly.

"I wish I was, but it is the truth," he refuted. "We engaged the Sith and she was killed by one of them. I'm so sorry, Elaré."

"No!" she suddenly cried, making everyone jump, before slumping down to her knees and bursting into tears, not caring it was in front of two Jedi Masters.

Master Adi Gallia was dead and she had no idea what she was going to do.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and Master Billaba's voice saying, "Death is a part of life, child. We mustn't mourn those who have become one with the Force."

"You think it's so easy, but you haven't lost anyone!" Elaré blurted out, before taking off out of the room, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Elli!" Caleb called after her, moving to follow her, but Obi-Wan laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Leave her be," he told him. "Losing a Master is a terrible thing for any Jedi. She will need some time."

Caleb watched Elli still running in the distance until she rounded a corner and out of sight. His heart hurt for her and he wished there was more he could do to help her. He couldn't imagine what it was like losing a Master…and he hoped he'd never have to know what that was like.

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day thirteen!)

(lucky thirteen :)

(read them all here!)

your heart dropped when the bells rang next.

bakugo came in as per usual, but he was covered with grime and blood. there was a gash towards the bottom of his cheek that cut down past his jawline that must’ve been two, three inches long.

“wh..” you couldn’t even form a coherent word. even your customers were murmuring amongst themselves, glancing at bakugo worriedly.

you slowly walk out from behind the counter. you reach out, your fingers ghosting over the gash.

“what…” you were so confused. what happened? why was he hurt?

…why was he grinning?

“i beat ‘im.” bakugo managed to say, his voice especially gravelly as though he’d been shouting a lot. his expression was the sort of expression you’d find on a cat or a dog when they bring you a gift, but the gift is something you really don’t want, like a dead sparrow, but they don’t know it’s a bad gift so they’re just smiling like they won a Nobel Peace Prize.

“what?” you finally manage to breathe out. you wanted to cry.

“i beat ‘im. the villain. i tracked him down an’ i beat the shit outta him.” bakugo grinned toothily. he then looked at your expression. his grin faltered.

“oi, what’s that look for, dumbass?” he frowned. the nerve of this guy. your expression morphed from worried to indignant.

“what do you mean, what’s that look for?” you demanded, pulling your hands back, upset. “you’re hurt! you just— you just come in here, bleeding like hell, and the first thing you’re concerned about is the freaking villain?!” bakugo’s brow furrowed.

“the hell? ‘s’not like i’m bleeding on the floor or some shit.”

“that’s not what i’m worried about!” you exclaim. “i’m worried that you’re in your hero costume, hurt and bleeding and—“

“oi.”

“what?!”

“shut up for a second, will ya? most of it’s not even my blood.”

you stop.

“but there’s a gash. on your face.” you frown.

“sure, so i got a little scratched here and there.” bakugo rolled his eyes. “shoulda seen the other guy.”

“that is so like you.” you sigh, taking a few deep breaths to regain your composure. bakugo smirked.

“see? i’m fine, dumbass.” he scoffed. you huffed, playfully hitting him in the arm. bakugo hissed.

“careful, idi-“

“you said they were just scratched.” you interrupt.

“you gonna let me speak or are you gonna interrupt me again?” bakugo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. cheeky bastard.

“fine.”

“most of it’s just scratches, but i tore a muscle or something ‘cuz i overused my quirk.” he stated.

“bakugo, did you even get medical attention before coming here?”

“don’t need it. ‘m fine.” bakugo grunted, clearly not amused at being babied.

“you do too. c’mon, we have a first aid kit in the back. i wanna at least make sure those scratches are tended to.” you exhale.

“hell no. i said i don’t need it.” bakugo replied bluntly. “i just came for a damn coffee, that’s it.”

“no coffee ‘til you get patched up.”

“i’ll go somewhere else, then!”

“paparazzi.” the single word made bakugo grumble. the café was, after all, the only place he’d found to date where the press hadn’t found him and bothered him.

“this is fucking blackmail.”

“the coffee’s free.”

“…” you knew you’d tempted him when you made the offer, but he was still silent for a few moments.

“just let me do the worst ones.”

“top three.” bakugo bargained, narrowing his eyes.

“top five.”

“three.”

“four?”

“three.”

“okay.” you sigh. “three. let’s go to the break room, there’s no one there right now.”

“what about the literal goddamn store you’re running?” bakugo pointed out.

“yamamoto is baking. I’ll tell him to keep an eye out.” you wave your hand dismissively as you herd him towards the break room. “now go.”

“just like my old hag..” he grumbled, trudging into the room and plopping down on a chair lazily.

“i don’t blame her, if you’re going into her house like this.” you huff, pulling the first aid kit from the shelf and popping it open. you looked him up and down. overall, he wasn’t that injured. at least nothing was broken. but he was bleeding through his costume in quite a few spots.

“where does it hurt the worst?” you ask, your expression softening now that you were done being upset with him. bakugo grumbled.

“..m’arm. ‘n’ my face.” bakugo admitted finally, looking away and jutting his bottom lip out— he was pouting. “not that it hurts bad anyway.”

“okay. can you roll your sleeves up, then?” you ask. “we’ll take care of the arms first.” bakugo’s brow furrowed. he pushed his sleeve up, but the rumpled fabric wouldn’t go up past his elbows. you frowned.

“can you take your arm out of the sleeve?” you suggest. bakugo tches before ripping the sleeve off.

“don’t you need that sleeve?” you gape.

“nah. this suit’s done for anyway. too many rips. they’re gonna get me a new one.” bakugo huffed. “are you gonna fix me up or not?”

“if you say so.” you arch an eyebrow, but pour rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad anyway. you begin to dab at the gash on his bicep, hesitating slightly as you watch it flex tense.

“you good?”

“i’m fine.” bakugo snapped. “just hurry it up.” your lips twitch, threatening to smile. it was amusing to see him trying to put up a tough guy act, primarily because he sucked at acting.

“whatever you say.” you hum, dabbing at it again. bakugo’s lips formed a tight line, not uttering a word. once you finished cleaning it, you stick a butterfly bandage on it to make sure it closes the gash.

“it’s not big enough to need stitches, i don’t think,” you say, “but the butterfly bandage’ll help.”

“whatever.”

“where’s the other one? we’ll get your face last.”

“‘s’ on my back.” bakugo grunted. “just get the face one first.”

“okay.” you’d given up trying to compromise. at this point, you were just glad that he was cooperating.

you pour the alcohol on a new cotton pad and dab it on his face. his jaw flexes and it’s clear that he’s still tensing up.

“you okay?” you ask, pulling your hand away.

“just finish the damn thing.” bakugo snapped.

“okay.” you quietly finish patching it up. “it’s all good. how about that back one?” before you could react, bakugo was calmly taking his entire top off. startled, you quickly and confusedly looked away.

“um—“ you began, but bakugo interrupted.

“the hell’re you doing? it’s just a goddamn shirt, it’s not like the damn thing covered anything anyway with how fucked up it was!” bakugo scoffed. he turned in his seat so his back faced you. “you gonna do it or not?”

“oh… okay.” you hesitantly turned back around. he had a nice back. a very nice back. it never occurred to you just how fit he really is. his was the kind of body people worked toward but never achieved as new year’s resolutions. chiseled muscles, all real. broad shoulders and a small waist.

“you’re really fit,” you blurt out, dabbing the wound with a new cotton pad. you can hear the smirk in bakugo’s voice as he replies.

“duh. i’m a pro hero.” he snickered. you find yourself blushing, embarrassed that you just burst out the first thing they came to your mind. you decided to stay silent.

“like what you see?” bakugo’s head turned to he could get a look at your face as he reveled in your misery. his reaction to your blush was to immediately bark out a laugh.

“god, your face!” he guffawed. “fuckin’ hell.”

“quit that or the next bit of rubbing alcohol is going on your eyeballs.” you grumbled. surprisingly, he did relent in his laughter, but he still wore a smug smirk on his face. “now turn back around and put a shirt on, your back is done.”

“have you seen that sad excuse of a shirt?” bakugo snorted, holding up the top of his hero costume, which was terribly torn. “like hell.”

“i have an extra shirt, would that work?” you offer, standing up, ready to go get it for him. bakugo stood up with you, turning around to face you again as he stretched. you forced your eyes to stay above his chest, even though he was eyeing you up and down.

“you’re fucking tiny. no way in hell i’ll fit.”

“we don’t know til we try.”

“fine. but if it doesn’t fit i’m blowing that thing to shreds.”

“suit yourself,” you chirp as you go get the shirt from your bag. you dig around for a moment before pulling it out with a satisfied smile.

“the hell do you have an extra shirt for anyway?” bakugo looked at the plain black t-shirt skeptically as you return.

“when i first started here, i was spilling coffee on myself left and right,” you admitted. “so i got into the habit of bringing an extra shirt. old habits die hard, i guess.” bakugo grunted in response, taking the shirt and sliding it on. it did indeed fit— kind of. it was tight, so much so that you could begin to see outlines of his abs through the shirt.

“see?” you beamed. “it fits.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. don’t be a bitch about it.” bakugo huffed, clearly not happy that he was wrong but pleased that he wouldn’t have to go back out shirtless.

“c’mon, sit down, i’ll do your face.” you pat his seat, and he does as he’s told.

tending to the wound on his face was different than the other ones. it felt… intimate. bakugo was making eye contact the majority of the the time, only breaking it to glance at your hand on his face. it wasn’t awkward necessarily, but you sure were making it awkward (it’s your specialty). you tried to do that one as quickly as you could, dead focused on the wound and not bakugo’s pretty red eyes. as soon as you finished, you pulled away with a satisfied sigh.

“all done.” you glanced at the clock as the two of you stood up. “i have to go, anyway. my shift’s over and i’ve got plans with mina.” bakugo whipped around to face you.

“pinky?!” he demanded in disbelief.

“yeah. why, what’s up?” you look up at him curiously.

“you’re fucking kidding.”

“nope.”

“goddammit.” bakugo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. you only giggle, recognizing his tone— he’s wary of you two being together, probably because he won’t get a millisecond of peace once you’re friends.

“well, are you at least feeling better?” you grin, opting to change the subject.

“yeah.” bakugo shifted uncomfortably for a moment. “thanks, i guess.”

“no problem. c’mon, get outta here. employees only.” you shooed him.

“fuck off, you were the one who told me to come back here!” bakugo scowled, slapping your hands away. “i’m goin’, i’m goin’!”

you made your way into the main area of the cafe and you made his (free) coffee. he grumbled about how stupid the whole thing (ie, him actually taking care of himself) was.

“you know you’ve gotta take care of yourself.” you sigh as you hand him his coffee.

“yeah, i know it.” bakugo grunted. “‘s not like i don’t.”

“you came into the cafe bloody and filthy.”

“that’s different.” bakugo looked (glared) up at you. “i had to tell you i got that stupid villain.”

“i’m happy you did.” you smile. “you were pretty upset when he got away.”

“i know.” bakugo huffed. “but his bitch ass is in jail now.”

“as he should be.” you hum. you glance at the clock. “i’ve gotta head home now. i don’t have much time to get ready for mina.”

“where d’you live?” bakugo asked.

“not too far from here. just down the street.”

“‘ll walk ya home.” bakugo stood up. “where’re the damn to-go cups?”

“here.” you grab one and set it down in front of him. you grin. “do i need to write your heinously long hero name on it?” bakugo scowled.

“fuck off. you’re lucky i’m walking you home.”

“huh?” you blink. you hadn’t registered it when he said it the first time, too occupied by getting his to-go cup. “oh, you don’t have to, it’s a short walk.”

“then it won’t be a problem when i come.” bakugo grunted, pouring the smooth coffee from the mug to the paper to-go cup.

“if you’re sure,” you said hesitantly.

“yeah, ‘m sure. now don’t make me regret it.” bakugo glowered as he popped the lid on the cup. you only smile as you clock out on the computer and hang up your apron on its respective hook.

“ready to go?” you smile. bakugo nodded as he stood up.

“i’ve been ready. hurry it up, dumbass.” he slipped his mask on. the both of you walked out, the bells still ringing happily.

bakugo looked shifty once you and him were actually walking. he kept looking around, like there was something he was trying to avoid. it must be the paparazzi, you figured. the walk to your apartment was indeed short, and once you reached it, you smiled.

“thank you for walking me home,” you say earnestly. “see you tomorrow?”

“yeah.” bakugo grumbled. “tomorrow.” bakugo turned and walked away, just like that. you smiled to yourself before going inside, readying yourself for mina.

“like what you see?”

@k0z3me @cherryblossomclarity

[bee-birb]

compiled my thoughts whilst watching sonic prime s3, shes a doozy

WATCHING IT

he ate shit again :3

AHHHH THEY HELD HANDS (for half a second to propel forward) BUT STILL

shadow COUGHING??? he can get HURT??? nah he just fell

HE ATE SHIT AGAIN I LOVE THIS SONIC

🎶there goes hawaii, there-ere goes hawaii🎵 🎵there goes hawaii, the island is gone🎶

THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY IS GORGEOUS

THE LITTLE DETAILS AHHHH LIKE TEHIR EYES MOVING AND EARS AND SHADOWS CHEST FUR MOVES WHEN HE BREATHES AHHHH SO GOOD

BIRDIE GO BRRRR

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 4

nine: “i hate chili dogs!” sonic: dramatic and wounded gasp

I need to get this off my chest why does sonic slap his ass as a taunt ive seen it in prime and ive seen in in x, this is a recurring theme and i am wtfing at it, why does sonic have a thing for smackin his ass as a taunt? idk but its fuckin hilarious, your ass is not that juicy it is not tempting, save the ass slapping for the bedroom you blue gumball son of a bitch, Sonic you have flat ass syndrome stop

DYING ONE OF THE BIGS JUST GOT SPINDASHED AND LOST HIS MEMORY AND STARTED TALKING BRITISH THIS WAS NEVER RESOLVED WHAT THE FUCK, DAMNIT NOW I HAVE TO HATE PIRATE BIG CUZ HES FUCKIN BRITISH

GIANT BIG HAHAHAHAHA GIANT BIG ROBOT SOBS HES JUST A GUY HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE MADE A ROBOT DOUBLE WHO SHITS FROGGIE NUKES

where the FUCK is sonics boyfriend you cant hide in the crater the entire climax battle dumbass getchyo gay striped glutes out here and save you bf

bro got hit with a bomb and SURVIVED

SCREAMS AT THE GAY IDIOTS IN THE CREVICE DOING GAY SHIT LIKE SMASHING EACH OTHER GAYYYY

LMAO SHADOW ACTUALLY SMILED, granted, he was talking about “smashing hordes of sonics” (probably about destroying them but it was offcamera so we’ll never know) IT WAS SO CUTE

i also need 4 rocks, 80 ft of vine, and a time machine

times sonic has eaten shit this season: 6

the gang is not impressed by sonics bf

there goes hawaii, there-there goes hawaii, there goes hawaii, the island is gone pt 2

gonna draw this stupidhead 🫶

THE LIL NODS I AM SCREAMING

me when 6 identical copies of me attack my boyfriend (its kinda hot)

"AAAAAHHAAAHHAAAA! aaaahhhaaaahhh! splat."

YUHHH STEP ON YOUR BOYFRIEND AGAIN thats like what the 4th time???

renegade knux makes the best faces ngl like his expressions are top tier

shadow has not been onscreen in 10 minutes give me more of the edgy swifty, THE KING HAS RETURNED

SHADOW NODDING WHEN SONIC SACRIFICES HIMSELF HE KNOWS AHHHHH THE FUCKING NODS I AM SCREAMING THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITHOUT WORDS LOSING MY MARBLES GOING KOOKY SCREAMING

OMGOMGOMG WHEN SONIC IS SAYING HOW HES GONNA SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND HE SAYS "If I do this" AND SHADOWS FISTS TIGHTEN HE CARES IM NOT CRAZY BUT IM SURE NOT NORMAL

CRYING he still has a smile as hes going to fucking DIE AHHHHH SCREAMING

ahhh the gateways are the shape of the shards

HE FUCKING SMILES AS HES ABOUT TO GET THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF HIM HIS LITERAL GLUE HOLDING HIS ATOMS TOGETHER WILL BE SLURPED LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW AND THIS INSUFFERABLE SELF SACRIFICING IDIOT IS SMILING IM GOING TO COMMIT SEVERAL WAR CRIMES

HIS FISTS TIGHTEN AGAIN WHEN THE MACHINE TURNS ON IM LOSING MY GRIP ON REALITY

AHHHHHHHHH THE FUCKING DROOP THE REACH SCREAMS IN AGONY THE HOPE IN HIS EYES AND HOW HE REACHES UP TO HELP- HE DROPS IT HIS EARS DROOP HES SAD AND LOSES LIGHT AND HIS EYES OH HIS EYES SPEAK MULTITUDES

old man soccer

HE STAYS BEHIND WHILE THE RESISTANCE FIGHTS THE CC SO HE CAN MAKE SURE SONIC DOESNT EAT SHIT WHILE HES BREAKING APART AT THE SEAMS

gay ass hand on hip side lean, fucking queer

OMGGGGG RUSTY KEPT THE GRIM ROSE HAMMER CACKLES SHE WILL BECOME AN EVEN BETTER WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

HIS FISTSSSSS THEY CLENCH WHEN SONIC IS LIKE DYING ON THE SHIPPPP

hA the sisters rose are FAILING now his bf gets to save his blue gumball ass

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN SONIC FAINTS GEDGIYFVJITWSGHIFE

BRO IS FUCKING TRANSPARENT SIR WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO BE SO LOW OPACITY YOUR ATOMS ARE SLINGING AWAY FROM YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS FASTER THAN IF YOU WERE RADON YOU SELF DESTRUCTIVE IMBECILE

THE FUCKING NODS I CANTTTTTT

SONIC SMILES HES SO HAPPY TO SEE SHADS ON THE PRISM

lol rock gone get rekt eggbreath

HE DOES LITTKE EAR WIGGLES AHHH SO CUTE

you have 13 seconds before the island fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life, i hope you both die.

SCREAMS IT IS BEAUTIFUL EXCELLENT ENDING 10/10 WHERE THE FUCK DID SHADOW GO WITH THE THING IDC ITS BEAUTIFUL CRYING WHERES MY FANFIC

[spaceless-vacuum]

Ok I have a question

So we all know how the link's meet the little cutie pie DEKU SCRUBS reader

But what if the reader got lost and they others saw her get grab by the bat Dragon and was flying away with the reader but is land on the light Dragon and see sage pulling a different sorwd and runs to him

And of course she falls off but gets her flowers Ready even tho she not that good

Mage saga quickly picks her up and is like your cute and mine now

And he the only one that don't fallow the link's and dose his own thing cuz of wild.

Image him being nice to the koroks when the Reader is looking but you know very well he not when she not.

As much as I hate saga sending the guts to space it also a trait I can see he uses and not wild.

And you know very well saga is keeping the little reader with him even making cute pots for her flowers so she can sleep and hide in peach and safety!

He would make so much stuff for her and also keep the links out of his way cuz his baby now

Even great great great Grandpa DEKU tree gabe him the ok cuz he knows she helping saga heal ! And is going to be the deku tree here. In the future.

JUST image the Case scenes the link are going to do

And wild not having the ability to TELEPORT cuz his shirns don't work but his other stuff dose

It didn't give much of a chase. The demon was gone before anyone could react, leaving through the portal it made the group surround the triangle that would lead to another version of Hyrule. Another land with its own sources of trouble. No one was in the mood to risk it. Knowing their luck it would loop back around before nightfall so no need to worry about saying goodbye yet.

Time was the closest. He was the leader and if he went through the rest would follow. There was no way he would lead them through that. Not in their condition. It had been one assault after another and none of them could keep going at this pace. If they made the wrong move theyd wind up at the other end of an ambush. Legend could hardly walk much less keep up with the rest- no. they would not go no matter what happened.

You were hiding between Time’s legs. As was your spot when things went wrong. He had told you and the others that you were not to stray from anyone in the group when a fight broke out. Iut was unacceptable for you to wander off or get lost and that was only more strictly enforced when a fight began.

Time turned around to address the group. It was the perfect opportunity. Surely he wouldn't even notice if you got away quickly. He didn't even note your disappearance until you had walked too far away. Hyrule sent out a shout of warning and Time turned around. He went into a roll, intending to tuck you under one of his arms but it didn't work. You were gone before anyone else could react.

“So when I was speaking did not a single one of you think to warn me?” Time barked out. Angry that no one had said anything sooner.

“Why would they have any reason to run off?” Sky commented. Legend rushed past him and looked into the portal.

“Oh Hylia no- Guys! It’s closing!” align with Legend the rest of the group moved forward. A few, Wild and Twilight fanned out just in case an attack hit as it would give the enemies a less tempting target. The portal was shrinking. A sign that the dark magic holding it together was fading. Each passing second took you farther away from them.

Timed turned around already yelling. He got to his feet quickly and would have gone through as well but he wasted precious seconds getting up off the ground. Legend and Warrior were already holding him back. At this point if he went through no one else would be able to follow. They couldn't split up no matter what. That was the rule.

“Give it up Time. I'm sure they're safe but who knows if you'd be. It's closing, just give it up mate.” Warrior tried to reassure the old man but his heart wasn't in it.

“The portals only open up to another Hyrule. That cuts down on the amount of places they could be. We’ll find them again I'm sure.” Legend said refusing to let go of Tiem until he stopped pulling. Sky in a moment of genius or stupidity did something random. He took off his water canteen and tossed it through the almost shut portal.

“Yeah, Like that will help. Wind asked.

“It won't help us but it'll be good for them. The portal cant carry us at this stage but our item smight make it through. If it does land with them then they'll now know we're looking for them. Plus they're a plant so I imagine they might need the water.” It was the last act any of them were able to take before the portal closed. Sky couldn't see his friend's eyes. Even if the looks were not judgmental he felt terrible at not being able to do more. It was a tough situation and none of them ever thought you might run away. Not after all you'd been through. 

“That was your only water canteen. I can imagine you're assuming one of us will share.” Legend said. His tone was dry but as he finished talking Hyrule unclipped his own and offered it to Sky who refused.

“They're a plant so it would be good for them.” Sky was guessing on that part. They were all guessing when it came down to how to take care of you. You were good at communicating your needs when you were with them. The group got a kick at guessing what it was you were thinking about or trying to tell them.

“If they landed in a desert that would be helpful.” Wind meant the comment sincerely. Even if it was just a shoe at least he did something rather than stand around and watch. None of them could have gone through themselves but Sky had the right idea.

“There's no need for so much sass.” Warrior let go of Time and Legend followed suit. The old man was more attached to you than the others were. Time pushed his hand away. He wasn't in the mood. They lost one of their members and no one did a damn thing to help. You were with him. You had been right there in his umbrella of safety and he was the one who messed it all up. Even if everyone else was watching you dash away he should have caught you.

“For all of our sakes, let's hope they landed somewhere safe.” you would make your way back to them. Time knew you would. It was impossible for anyone to stand in their way. You would be back safe in tehri group or else the skies themselves would be torn apart as grievance.

“Where are we going?” Wind asked.

“The shadow won't help us any by opening the gate back up  and next time we approach it won't lead us to the same place they went. Our only way to find them again is to move on.” The traveller had a good point. Although no one wanted to get moving they all knew they had to. Their only way to ensure your safety was to move forward and find you as soon as possible. All they had to do was wait. You would ba back- they were sure of it.

. . .

“What the-” This was impossible. For a number of reasons you should not be here. How did someone smuggle a korok on top of a dragon? To be more correct it wasn't a korok. You didn't share the distinctive markings of one- missing both a mask and the tree bark blessing on top of your skin. Sage took a picture praying to all that was holy that something would appear in the compendium. Nothing. 

“Why are you here?” You didn't greet him with a yippee or any other friendly sound he had grown accustomed to from the forest dwellers. Rather you just had a huge grin on your face. The wind was fierce and it was funny to watch the plant on top of your head whip back and forth from the gale.  Was this a good hiding spot for you? A puzzle on the dragons back? A shrub as large as a dog was going to bother him while he was running around collecting scales. How sweet.

The dragon's hair tangled around his feet as he walked over to pick you up. You made a sound. For all that is sane in this world don't yippee Sage didn't think he could handle one right now- he frowned. Just what were you? There was some relation to forest koroks somehow but it escaped him. He needed to get you back home. Teleporting wasn't an option. Checking the purahpah the map said they were above akala.

There was no way he was carrying you across half of Hyrule. You didn't have a bag full of rocks or anything heavy so he wouldn't have to use the arm but it wasnt looking like you'd be easy to carry. The route was either far too long or he'd have to swing by death mountain. No. no you two would be staying here until he could drop into the lost woods. He'd just have to figure out a way to hold you while falling through the sky.

“Speak- say do something!” his newest priority was getting you to safety. Keeping you here on top of the head of a giant dragon was not a safe bet. You'd likely fall or get swept off by the wind. Worse than that he had to get you back home. He couldn't leave you by the side of the road. Sometimes he'd pass by koroks and decide they'd have to be left to their fates but you were different. Leaving you by the road was not a choice.

Relinquishing control of the situation he sat down in front of you. You seemed to enjoy his defeat making some noise of joy-not a yippee- and bounced around him. Going from one side to the other around him until he managed to grab you. This wouldn't work. If you didnt settle down you'd bounce right off of the dragon and plummet. Sure he'd jump off to grab you but then the two of you would have to walk and he was going to make you walk! No being carried by the ultrahand.

[hurricanrxna]

hello everyone!! welcome to the prologue of my new fanfic series featuring the miz and my original character dani! this idea has blossomed into my little labor of love recently and marries so many of my favorite things into a super mushy and emotional little package. I've been wanting to write a proper multi-chapter fic for such a long time, but the pressure of putting out really long chapters has always scared me off. recently though I decided to just bite the bullet because I was so inspired by this; screw my own internal pressure! 😂 so! here I am! each chapter will be accompanied by a short synopsis plus links to previous chapters and the master list!. for questions about the story or input or anything at all, please don't hesitate to send 'em in through my asks! I would love to hear all of your feedback ❤️

synopsis : every dream started somewhere. some just so happened to begin in a low-income apartment in California in 2002, where two people looked up at their grungy ceiling and dared to believe that together they could go farther than they had ever imagined. find the full story synopsis & masterlist here!

"Babe? You think I packed enough socks? 'Cuz I know I got fifteen pairs already but you never know." The chaotic sounds of clothes rustling and all manner of objects hitting the nearby dresser could be heard from the teeny half-kitchen just a few steps away, comically punctuating his words.

"Fifteen pairs, Mike?! You're going to orientation for two days not Mount Everest!" Dani shouted back with an unmistakable smile that seemed to melt into her voice. Though she was focused on the food in front of her, she was mostly just soaking in the moment to make sure she kept it slotted away in her mind forever.

Maybe part of it was because Dani knew that this was a turning point; something in her heart told her that.

When Mike had a dream and had a mission, he worked at it day and night until he didn't just earn it, he owned it. It's how he had gotten his shot in reality television, in front of the cameras where she knew he belonged. And while his time in television like that had been fun for both of them, it wasn't where his story was going to end. Dani knew that in her heart too.

Dani was there when Mike had decided to become a WWE wrestler. Like any other lost twenty-something, he was at a crossroads. And yet the path had opened up to him so easily, and it all took off from there. It was all moving so quickly, in fact, that Dani felt as though she was caught in a whirlwind. It was more enjoyable than anything, but she just hoped that she could hold on tight enough to stay on the ground by the end of it.

"Yeah, but you know how I am! Things just disappear around me sometimes; I swear I put something down here, then it's gone!" Mike's voice whisked Dani back to the present, thankfully just in time for her to rescue the mac and cheese. "Imagine the horror of me walking out there, first day of training, with one sock on."

"As if you wouldn't find a way to make that your gimmick or something," Dani cocked an eyebrow his way as she watched him saunter out of their bedroom, his hair still tightly gelled. "I think 'The Sockless Wonder' would get over great. I'd buy the t-shirt!"

Mike rolled his eyes in an attempt to seem unamused, though the huge grin that tugged at his lips gave it all away. A few steps more and he was standing closely behind Dani at the stove, wrapping his arms around her gently and pulling ever so slightly to ease her away from the tempting boxed meal.

"I'm allowed to steal that idea, right? Without crediting you at all? 'Cuz I'm gonna need the money." He chuckled as he rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her jaw softly. Dani, never able to resist his charms even on the best of days, relented and leaned back a bit with a content sigh. The food would still be there when they got back, anyway.

"You credit me or I sue you, Mizanin. And where we're going, you'll be dealing with my very expensive and very morally dubious lawyers!" Mike let out a big laugh and in one smooth movement, grabbed Dani by the waist and pulled her onto the plush (discounted from a garage sale) fluffy rug below them. For a second he tickled her as revenge before laying down beside her, their fingers intertwined.

It was silent for a few minutes, so much so that Dani could feel her heart beating in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something, a new beginning that she hadn't believed was possible. Both of them had grown up in small towns with the promise that they would live their lives just as their parents had. Dani had become content with that idea; Mike hadn't. His drive to be something greater than what anyone had thought he could accomplish was what Dani owed her ambition to.

"You feel that too?"

"Yeah. It's a lot."

"Scary?"

"No, not really. Not with you here." Mike turned to Dani and, for as long as she'd live, gave her a smile she'd never forget that she swore could end wars and bring about world peace. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. But it was still a smile she'd replay countless times over in her head for years. It said more than just excitement. More than just anticipation. It was a promise.

He then pointed to the ceiling with confidence and a goofy expression that made her laugh, almost like he was about to perform. "'Cuz when you see me come down that ramp one day, with the fireworks and the pyro and the crowd screaming, I'm not gonna be afraid of anything and you know why?" Mike leaned in closer to her as he waited for her response, making her chuckle.

"Why?"

"Because I'll have you there, right by my side. Because I'll know that I got to where I am because you never gave up on me. When everyone else didn't see me, you did. And I'll spend the rest of my life thanking you for that." Dani's breath hitched and she knew her next words were going to be all wonky and choked up while she tried to fight off tears.

If there was only a way to show him how much he meant to her, to show him that she loved him beyond any words she could speak.

"Then that's where I'll stay," she finally said, sniffling as she took his arm and held him as close as she could to her. "Right here next to you."

[amaiguri]

Hello, CalmWriMo 26

Today was a very good day. You know why? I rediscovered walking around but inside. I took like a 30 minute walk but in figure eights in my house and it was very good for my writing brain. What did I proceed to do? I drafted 3 whole different scenes!

See, it's almost like taking walks for my mental health is REALLY GOOD FOR ME or something!

New goal dropped for December -- daily walks inside my house 😍

Also also, I got to play Shadowrun for the first time with my friends! I'm Cat with a Q (Qat) and my pet is Cat with a Ch.

"So... Chat?"

"No, Cacht. The CH is silent."

The joke works better in audio. 💀💀💀

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1272810/complete?cd=xsFqqefQ9U

Anyway, Qat is neurodivergent and a minor (except she isn't a minor lol). She's also an invisible Aspected Wizard with a pet cat, who was blessed by her spirit guide, and she lives in your walls. She's homeless. Her quest is for ramen with hot water.

ALSO ALSO -- I got sucked into Neocities today, on account of a post in my ridiculously long backlogged queue. But as I looked into it more, people are scared it might die soon cuz it's run by one guy?! Why do I always get into things when they're dying? Tiktok was the only thing I joined even VAGUELY early!? It's not fair! But sites on Neocities are SO COOL and I'm very seriously considering moving the entirity of the Yssaia site AGAIN lololol. But I had a complaint the Wix Blog and my Wix Site lowered its storage cap on me this last year so it isn't even EZ to read on or host images so... Hence why I'm very tempted to just scrap the whole thing and find somewhere else...

*ahem* Writing snippet! Right! Listen, the "journaling but on Tumblr" thing is going shockingly well. I don't censor myself -- the plan was just to cut anything I didn't want to post. But I haven't had any ultra-personal additions to add lately. So now I just ramble here lol. (Maybe I'm too open of a person?)

This snippet is between Lucienne and Nesa -- both gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss girlies dating Arlasaire, except Lucienne has generational trauma and Nesa does not. They are notably the same age, but Nesa has decided on the tactic of pretending Luce is a fantasy kindergartener

Lu: …Who are you? Ne: Nesa Kanespari — Second only to the Inquisitor General of the Ecclesia. And you are being a very bad girl, aren’t you? I don’t know how you do things in the North, but here in the South, we don’t hit people when we’re mad. Lu: “People.” She doesn’t even have a sash. Ne: Ah, so are you the type of little girl who kicks streetcats because she doesn’t have power over anything else? Lu: I’m not a child. Ne: Really? Because you’re acting like one. Apologize to Arlasaire. Ar: Nesa, it’s fine— Ne: No, it isn’t. Apologize. Lu: Why should I? Ne: “Why?” Well, for one, she could break you you over her knee, if she wanted. She won’t, because she likes you, but she could. But here’s the catch, Miss Lucienne, pay attention: She may not ever hurt you — but I have no qualms doing so.

I saw this Tiktok where a lady pretended to talk to Extended Family at Thanksgiving and told them to "Mind their bodies" and "Catch a bubble" and "Think silently, in your own head". And it was hilarious. I loved it. So Nesa is stealing this tactic -- but I did imagine an alt scene where Nesa is full-aggro, mama-bear for Arlasaire. But I think that might be too much for what is functionally a Charisma-based character lol.

Okay, thanks for the good talk! Take care of yourself in this final stretch of Nano/CalmWriMo!

[hoshi-y]

Is it possible to ask for an Obi x Reader love story based on this song??

You can ignore my recent requests or put this one first lololol, sorry for so many today 🙈🤣 ideas just keep coming like 🤯

Was also tempted to ask if this could also be Hanako x Reader cuz this song seems so valid for that situation too 🤣

You don't have to write, but thanks for reading this Hoshi 🙂💕

Ps. Hope you enjoy the song!!

Better than anyone else

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Obi

TW : None

A/N : I think I understood the song HAHAHA But in my power I'll do anything to bring this to life 😱

Sorry it took so long miss chimoto! all I do at home ever since Christmas break is sleep hehe

Also, this might not end up with alot of sense cause I couldn't understand the song BWHAHHAHSHS im sorry 😞

I hope you enjoy 💗

They don't know you the way I do

"Shirayuki.. Have you seen Obi?" The red headed girl turned around, some specks of dirt on her face as she was planting new herbs into the garden "I think he went into the woods" You jumped a little as you didn't see Zen standing by the entry "A little warning wouldn't hurt.. Also what is he doing in the woods at this time an hour" You sighed as Zen snickered

Shirayuki got up and dusted her hands "Zen don't bully them."

"I'm doing no such thing my dear" Zen said as he helped Shirayuki stand up "I was gonna ask you the same thing too [L/N], on what he is doing there. Guards have told me they've seen him come in and out of there frequently"

'Maybe its that again..'

"Apologies, I'll excuse myself for a moment" You jogged out the door "Oh and have fun love birds" You ran out after seeing Shirayukis reddened face

Obi has been going thru a hard time lately. He'd sometimes dissappear in the night and come back in the morning, you know cause you saw him and waited for him to come back

And right now it's one of those nights, you ventured into the woods at the back of the castle looking for him

"Obii!!" You began calling him as you looked at your surroundings

'Dang its so dark..'

You didn't have any type of light source to help you guide yourself thru the woods, It was quite foggy too

"Ooobbiii" You looked up at the trees on anywhere that have a high level ground in hppes you could catch a glimpse of him jumping from one branch to another

Due to the lack of light, you didn't see a fallen log on your way making you trip. Before you could hit the floor two strong arms grabbed you

"What are you doing here? its dangerous" You looked up to see the person you've been looking for the whole day

"Obi.. I was looking for you everywhere this mornin, and this is the last place I haven't checked out yet. So, what are you doing here?"

"Mmm.. Just, taking a late night stroll"

"Liar"

Obi looked back at you, The happy and fun aura was replaced with a serious one "What are ya talking about?"

You frowned "Obi, I know you're going thru a very difficult time right now.. And I want to help you, the least I could do is listen to what's bothering you" Sitting down at the fallen log you pat the unvacant space beside you signaling that you want Obo to sit next to you

Obi without hesitation sat next to you as the both of you stargaze for awhile before he opened up his mouth

"I.. don't want to burden you with listening to my problems [F/N]" His eyes still fixated up at the dotted night sky

"I don't have anything to do tomorrow and the night is still young" You turned to him as he chuckled "You really are stubborn.. But don't complain if I kept you here for too long"

"I won't~"

And just like that, ypu and him spent almost the whole evening together as you listen to his problems, his worries, and his anxiety.

Not alot of people can spot his saddened aura with that big goofy smile and somewhat approachable personality. He has hid to much behind a mask for people to even notice

They thought that whenever he would walk into the woods at night, they'd think he was out patroling

But you know him better than anyone else.

Your best friend

Your childhoof friend

The love of your life. Was crying in your arms

The past haunted him so much that his shell finally broke from the ampunt of tears he could hold back

"It's alright Dear.. Let it all out.." You layed his head on your shoulder as you held him

Even though he also tells his troubles to his fellow friends, you just seem to know him better with his emotions

Better than anyone else

So sleepy, but this burts pf motivation is annoyong so much

I'll fix this in the morning LOL

[thatrandomwriter]

Returning the favor

Merle x female reader, reader saves Merle’s life after he cuts off his hand

Warnings: sexual language, slight gore, cursing

A banging at the door made me jump awake - I never slept deeply anymore, and I spent most of my nights in and out of what could barely be described as sleep, easily woken and constantly exhausted.

My first thought was a particularly persistent walker. But then I heard a voice, raspy and southern “I saw you through the window. Open up. Or I swear, I’ll kick this damn door down.” It was most likely a looter. Opening the door to him seemed immediately like the stupid option, but if he was serious about knocking my door down then I would have to find a new place to hide out, an extra risk I could not afford to take. My best bet was to overpower him at the door. He’d seen me through the window and probably assumed that I’d be easily threatened, but what he hadn’t seen was the pistol I kept hidden by the door, or the knives I had stashed under my mattress and around the small room.

The banging on the door got more persistent. I grabbed a knife, and ensured my gun was easily in reach. It wouldn’t hurt to have extra weapons he didn’t know about.

I swung open the door. A tall, broad man stood in my doorway. One arm was pointing a gun vaguely in my direction, the other dripping so much blood it almost looked black. His hand had been cut off.

“Get out. All your shit is mine now, don’t think I won’t shoot you just cuz yer a girl,” He sneered at me, feigning confidence, but his skin was tinged grey and sweat was beading on his brow. He was weak and there was no way he could physically overpower me in this state, despite his muscular frame.

I raised a sceptical eyebrow at his threat. Then, in one swift motion, I knocked the gun from his hand and pushed my knife to his throat, firmly enough for a small bead of blood to gather on the edge of the blade. He opened his mouth, probably about to say something stupid, before the full weight of his body collapsed into me and he lost consciousness.

*

Somehow, with strength I hadn’t even known I had, I half lifted, half dragged the man’s body over to my mattress on the floor. It was clear he had lost far too much blood. I knew it was stupid, but some part of me wanted to help him, even though I knew he had come here to rob me blind, and possibly to kill me after he had taken all of my possessions. I told myself it was because leaving him outside would attract walkers. But really some part of me was still weak and soft, and somehow I had sympathy for a man who could not give less of a shit about me.

Minor medical training from books I had scavenged and stolen told me that he was in desperate need of stitches, and likely had a severe infection from his wound, and that it needed to be treated fast or there was no way he could survive without a hospital, which, for obvious reasons, was not an option. The building I had set up camp in was a small convenience store in the city which I used to run, and decided to stay in when the dead started walking. Unfortunately, the store had tempted many thieves in the early days, but as time went on, less and less people braved the city. The man must have seen that my store was the least damaged for several blocks, and identified it as his best bet at survival. He was right - behind the counter were antibiotics and just enough first aid equipment for me to have a chance at saving him. Even if he had stolen my supplies, it was unlikely that he would have managed treating his own wound.

The stitches were the worst part. I had never liked needles, and as far as facing my fears went, this was seriously hands on. It was messily done, probably a laughable job compared to professional standards. And I was sure that the amount of blood on the floor, my hands and staining my clothes was biologically impossible. But somehow he was still alive, something I still hadn’t decided was a good or bad thing. At least he was unconscious for now.

*

Two days passed. I was getting used to sleeping with him around, trying not to think about what he might do if he awoke while I was asleep- waking up to a gun in my face was a real possibility, but one that I had to risk. I slept on the floor next to the mattress he was occupying, uncomfortable enough to be exhausted but easily woken if he or the walkers became an immediate threat.

I sat next to him on the mattress, cleaning his arm, checking that the infection was fading and that the stitches were holding like they should be. It was strange looking after someone who had barely spoken two sentences to me, those sentences being delirious threats after severe blood loss. I often found myself wondering what he would have been like if we had met before the world had ended, at a bar maybe, where he could have bought me a drink or two. I like to think that he would have been the type to hit on me shamelessly and I would have been cynical but secretly loved his advances. I cut myself off in my head. It was ridiculous to think like this. With some effort, I focused back on his arm and began to change his bandage, but my eyelids were growing heavy and I had forgotten how comfortable the mattress was. Every time I closed my eyes, sleep tried to pull me down. I just had to keep them open, just had to focus-

I jolted awake. It almost pitch dark, if I had to guess a time I would have said an hour or two before dawn. There was a hand around my mouth and an arm was around my waist, holding me still against the warm, hard body behind me. He had woken up. Immediately I struggled against him, biting his hand and elbowing him in the stomach. He swore under his breath, but his grip only tightened around me.

“Stop wrigglin’. There’s walkers in here, I’m tryna figure out how many, so for fuck’s sake stay still.”

I nodded. He removed the hand from my mouth, but the arm around my waist stayed. Probably a precaution in case I tried anything again.

“Sorry,” I whispered back. “How did they get in - and when did you wake up? What’s your name? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Now wasn’t the time for questions, but I was desperate for answers. For all I knew, the only reason he hadn’t killed me yet was to keep me as bait for the walkers.

He shushed me. Then, he finally let go of me and stood up. “Wait here.”

He walked off in the direction of a shuffling noise, and seconds later I heard the thunk of a knife through a skull, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. The sound, quiet as it was, caused another walker’s movements to become frenzied. I heard snarling and then the sound of a second body hitting the floor. There were no more walker sounds, just the sound of the man walking back towards me.

I jumped to my feet and reached for the knife normally hooked through my belt. It was gone, as was the knife under my mattress. I had no defence against the stranger that I had so stupidly taken care of.

“Window’s broken, s’what woke me up. You were out cold. Hope ya had a nice nap.”

I stood up, trying to read his face in the growing bit still dim light.

“Name’s Merle. And you, sugar tits, are exceptionally lucky that I believe in returning favours.”

So he didn’t plan on killing me after all. I shook off the lingering fear caused by both him and the walkers getting so close.

“Thanks. And you’re welcome, I stitched you up good. And don’t call me that, or I’ll chop of your other hand,” He smirked at me, knowing my threat was entirely empty.

“Oh yeah? I’m not so sure you wanna do that, sweetheart, you haven’t seen the half of what I can do with this hand,” His smile was suggestive and I could feel my face getting hot.

“I’m gonna board up the broken window,” I attempted to ignore his last sentence, but it was clear he could tell I was flustered as he stepped forward, closing in on me.

“Don’t ya think we should get to know each other a little first?”

[tothemeadow]

Oh yes my time is now! the standard pillar girls with a fem reader vs the boys playing splatoon 2’s tower control. Once again they lose(that’s becoming too frequent 😭) and the punishment for them is that they have to wear a typical anime sexy bunny costume, the reader is shy cuz she got small tiddies and the boys keep trying to peel the top part open to look at them 👀 and she’s like 😳(not to mention I got sensitive hips so everytime they hold her hips she’s just like 😳😳😳)

I need to get my ass moving on these requests 💀

‘tower troubles’ / Pillars x Reader

warnings: spicy

words: 1,383

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this!

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“Come on, ladies! Give it your all! We won’t let those fuckers take this land!” you yell.

“Right!” Misturi exclaims.

Shinobu nods her head, a determined expression on her face.

Across the screen, it’s a complete mess of teal and yellow ink. You’re hanging on by strings, too stubborn to give up your position on top of the tower. You wish the damned thing would move faster so you could win already!

“It’s funny that you think you’ll win so easily!” Kyojuro chirps. Compared to what the other guys usually say, his “taunts” are usually nice.

“Knock them off already,” Obanai sighs. “This is getting old.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” Mitsuri yelps. “If you want to take over the tower, you’ve got to try harder!”

And yeah, it does seem a bit ridiculous. Three against seven? Seriously? They should be slaughtering you, but, well, it’s not working in their favor, is it?

You shouldn’t think that way.

There’s a loud boom and then the tower is covered with yellow. You’ve just got splatted! Whoever scored a hit on your character is dead meat. Off to the side, Muichiro snickers. You hastily throw a glare at him, murderous intent in your eyes.

“Do you want to die?” you hiss.

“I do,” Giyuu mutters.

“Jesus, man, lighten up,” Tengen throws at him. “Besides, if you die, you’ll miss out on the flamboyant punishment!”

The mere idea of the planned punishment sends a shiver down your back. No, you mustn’t lose. You can’t. Not if you want to save your dignity, anyway.

“I’d rather him be dead them ogle at me,” Shinobu breathes.

Why is everyone so hellbent on killing Giyuu today?

Wait – no, take that back. In your damned moments of distraction, the timer on the top of the screen runs out for the opposing team. They’ve… they’ve won. The guys won.

“Son of a bitch!” you curse, tossing your Switch down. “This is bullshit!”

“There’s no need for violence,” Gyomei rumbles. He bows his head apologetically. “A fair match is what it was.”

Sanemi cackles. “Fucking right – seven against three. That’s fair alright. I like it.”

Tengen excitedly rubs his palms together, a look of pure mischief blooming on his face. “Alright, boys, now it is time.”

Mitsuri audibly gulps. “I want to go home.”

“I’m afraid not!” Kyojuro exclaims, drawing himself to a stand. He seemingly pulls out a paper grocery bag out of nowhere; crossing to you girls, he thrusts the bag into Mitsuri’s hands. “I think you should get the punishment out of the way, don’t you think? There’s no use in putting it off!”

“I swear to god…” Shinobu trails off.

Getting up from the couch, the three of you shuffle out of the room and into the bathroom, promptly shutting and locking the door behind you in the process. You reluctantly tug off your clothes, a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment creeping up your spine. Your skin feels too hot, the hairs on your neck and arms coming to a stand. This is not going to be fun.

“Hey, could one of you zip me up?” Mitsuri asks, her voice shy.

Turning to her, you nearly choke on your own spit. She’s already in the one-piece uniform, her bare back on full display. Holding her arms to her chest, she keeps the uniform steady so it doesn’t fall. Stepping over to her, you brush her long ponytail to the side and pull the zipper up. She looks too tempting like this, curves perfectly showcased by the costume, legs wrapped delicately in fishnet stockings. A pang of jealousy hits you in the stomach.

Glancing at your own chest, you sigh inwardly. You aren’t a brickhouse like Mitsuri; hell, even Shinobu has a bigger chest than you and she’s smaller than you are. As you look over to her, you can see her clasping the bowtie around her neck, a bored expression written on her face. She looks amazing in her uniform, so unbelievably sexy….

And then there’s you.

You shyly pull your costume on, careful to keep your breasts hidden from view. Mitsuri helps zip you up, her touch soft against your skin. Slipping the cuffs onto your wrists, you look at your reflection; the punishment consisted of the losers wearing sexy bunny costumes, Playboy style. You look like you belong in an underground cocktail bar.

“This is ridiculous,” Shinobu says, perching her bunny ears on top of her head. “I’m going to castrate Tengen in his sleep for coming up with this shit.”

“I think we look cute!” Mitsuri chirps, although her face is a bright red.

“Yeah,” you mumble, running a hand over your chest, “we look great.”

With a collective groan, the three of you emerge from the bathroom, the hardwood floors cool beneath your stocking-clad feet. Upon returning to the living room, the reaction you receive is instantaneous. Tengen, Kyojuro, Muichiro, and Sanemi all give you a round of applause, shit-eating smirks on their faces; Obanai chokes on his own spit while Giyuu casually crosses his legs; Gyomei simply gives a nod of approval.

“Meow,” Tengen purrs, clawing at the air with his fingers. “You ladies look divine.”

“I’m actually impressed,” Sanemi drawls. He waggles his finger in a come hither motion. “Come over here, bunnies.”

Shinobu curses underneath her breath. Either way, the three of you stalk over to where the others sit; you wring your hands, unease eating away at your insides. Sanemi promptly grabs onto your hips, urging you to sit in his lap. The simple touch is just enough; heat rushes across your skin, squeezes at your insides. He is stepping into some dangerous territory.

Sanemi’s a wild card – always was. Sure, he’s not outright coquettish as Tengen or Kyojuro, but he’s not completely innocent either. His fingertips dance up and down your hips; it’s like he knows the effect he’s having on your body. Well, it doesn’t help that you’re squirming, but still.

“You almost look cute like this,” Sanemi murmurs. Running his hands up your sides, they drift across your stomach, inching up further and further. Your entire body stiffens as they slip over your breasts, your breath catching in your throat. “Well, well, well,” Sanemi continues in a low voice, “sensitive, are we?”

You feel a wave of hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Lemme see,” Muichiro’s voice speaks up. You jolt as his hands roam your body, slipping down the curve of your spine, making you arch into his touch. “You’re not as well endowed as the others,” Muichiro murmurs into your ear. “But that just means they’ll fit in our hands better.”

“Oi, Giyuu,” Sanemi snaps, turning his head and glaring at the one sitting next to him, “are you gonna just sit there and watch?” He clicks his tongue. “Pathetic.”

The blush on Giyuu’s face darkens at Sanemi’s words. So far, he hasn’t done anything, but that’s fine with you. You don’t think you could handle another man’s touch right now. But no, Sanemi’s words spur him on; shuffling closer, he presses his hands to your thighs, his fingertips tracing over the lines of the stockings. “You look really pretty like this,” he grunts.

Heart fluttering at his words, you open your mouth to say something in return – to comfort him – but then an abrupt squeak comes out. Muichiro’s hands squeeze your breasts again, eager to have you make another noise like that.

“See? What did I tell you?” Muichiro purrs. “Perfect fit.”

“Don’t hog it all to yourself,” Sanemi growls. He quickly pushes Muichiro’s hands away, taking his turn at grabbing your breasts. He smirks at your reaction, at the little breathy groan slipping from your lips. “There we go, bunny. Just like that.”

Giyuu’s hands grow braver, bolder. He kneads at your luscious thigh, at your hip; you squirm in Sanemi’s lap, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to control yourself. Why must you be so sensitive?

“Let us see, come on,” Sanemi urges. Seemingly getting the memo, Muichiro’s fingers tug at the zipper of your costume just the slightest bit. “Let us look at those cute little tits.”

Wait – what?

“Please?” Giyuu murmurs.

“Bunny,” Muichiro says with a giggle, “give us a real treat.”

Oh, fuck.

[solicuttle]

Hello :) Could you possibly do a fic about Kuboyasu and the reader trying to keep their relationship a secret from all their friends cause it’s both their first relationship but slowly everyone starts to find out on their own but hide it to themselves since they think they’re the only ones who know (and saiki is ready to just out their relationship since it’s just getting ridiculous at this point) im sorry if this is a lot

Howdy! It’s fine 😊 I really liked this idea too, anyways:

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The Not-So-Secret Secret

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Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

Characters: Kuboyasu Aren

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“No one is here right now,” at your words, Kuboyasu slinks into the classroom after you, shutting the door behind him. He’s a bit nervous; then again, it’s not his fault, today has been one of the hardest days since he first started dating you! Kuboyasu wouldn’t trade your relationship for anything in the world (especially considering he’s already thought of a perfect house for the two of you with a great view) but also because this is Kuboyasu’s first time in a relationship, and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

Messing things up is the special skill that only belongs to Nendou and Kaidou – and as much as Kuboyasu considers them part of his friend circle, he knows they’d blow things out of proportion! Your privacy would be over, Kaidou and Nendou always around to coo at you guys or just be general nuisances.

It didn’t take much effort for you to convince Kuboyasu that you should keep your relationship on the “down low” until you felt prepared to take the next step together. But that made moments like these much more special, much more desperate so forgive Kuboyasu for being antsy to kiss you. It’s not his fault you’re so damn attractive! In his haste, Kuboyasu hadn’t locked the door.

Usually that wouldn’t be an issue at all but today just happened to be the day that Kaidou was hunting down Dark Reunion. And for some unknown reason Dark Reunion was lurking around your class. Kaidou glances past the class – no Dark Reunion there – but there are definitely two people in a corner. Could they be possessed? Kaidou leans in, pushing the door open slightly -- expecting to catch supernatural activities; instead he catches you and Kuboyasu… making out.

Kaidou nearly screams but instead bites his tongue. He’s about to cry from the pain but you two are too focused to see him. Kaidou leaves immediately, in shock from what he’d seen. He’s got to tell everyone now.

And then he enters class, ready to divulge your secrets but for some reason he can’t speak. (You owe Saiki a favor for that). Could this be some higher power telling Kaidou not to out your relationship? He is the only one who knows… it must be his task to protect your relationship! That’s it!

“Oi shortie, why are you standing there like an idiot?” Kaidou blanks at Nendou’s words, is he getting called an idiot by Nendou of all people? Nendou?!

“Take that back, I’m not stupid like you!”

“Duh, it’s ‘cuz you’re stupider!”

By the time you walk in, Nendou and Kaidou are going at it like a bunch of wild cats.

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If you ask Kuboyasu, he’s been doing a great job at this “hiding your relationship” game. Sure, he’s almost kissed you twice when Takahashi walked by; Kuboyasu had to grab a chair to threaten Takahashi into silence – it’s not one of his finest moments.

You’ve managed to only call him by his first name twice, and Saiki had been walking by, but the pink-haired male hadn’t reacted, so you should be safe for now. Truthfully Saiki had heard everything clearly (Saiki could even hear Kuboyasu’s overly romantic thoughts) but Saiki would much rather pretend he heard nothing to avoid having to hold a conversation with you two. Saves him the hassle.

And things were going perfectly too – and then they weren’t because you’d called him Aren and Hairo had passed by. Unlike Saiki, Hairo didn’t seem willing to let it go.

“Oh wow, when did you become that close?!” His excitement isn’t dulled by the awkward expressions you and Kuboyasu are sporting. Your boyfriend is tempted to knock Hairo out and run away but the red head would get up almost immediately.

“Last weekend!” “Yesterday!”

Hairo ignores your double answer, “ah is this something private? That’s okay then! Don’t mind me!” He leaves, leaving both of you dumbstruck. Kuboyasu lets out a sigh of relief – today you’d once again escaped being caught.

Unbeknownst to both of you Teruhashi had been hiding in a conveniently placed closet (not because she’s stalking you or trying to hide from her adoring fans, definitely not) and had overheard everything. The minute you leave she’s scrambling out with a squeal, barely containing her excitement.

They’re so cute! I wonder if I could have a secret relationship with Saiki in the future…

(Saiki unconsciously shivers in class, for some reason he thought he felt someone with bad intentions…)

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The next person who finds about your not-so-secret-secret relationship is Toritsuka. He didn’t mean to find out, but one of the ghosts Toritsuka had been begging to help him get a relationship had mentioned it.

“Your behavior is the reason you aren’t in a relationship like [Name] and Kuboyasu!” Toritsuka had purposefully ignored the ghost’s rebuking, instead focusing on the important part. Kuboyasu is dating you! That swine Kuboyasu hadn’t even thought to mention it! Was Kuboyasu purposefully making fun of the eternally single like Toritsuka?

He’s about to question the ghost further but the ghost vanishes before he can ask any proper questions. This leaves Toritsuka one option.

Stalk you both to get the evidence with his own eyes! When Toritsuka finally gathers concrete proof, he could burst in and have his righteously earned yelling match with Kuboyasu. You don’t just not tell your friends that you’ve gotten an S/O and get away with it.

His plan is foolproof, just follow you guys around. It’s actually surprising how Tortisuka didn’t notice earlier.  Kuboyasu tends to drift towards you, sometimes without even knowing. In group projects you’re always partnered together… it’s like you’re conjoined twins.

Is this the will of the universe, that those who are blessed will naturally be lucky in their romantic endeavors? Toritsuka glances to the side and catches Yumehara and Teruhashi fawning over Saiki – he barely stifles a sob.

On the upside if your relationship is secret then you can’t flaunt your relationship! It’s the reason he doesn’t say anything even after confirming that you two must be dating. As far as everyone else is concerned, all three of you are single.

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You think you’re doing a great job at keeping your relationship secret! You know you have to be doing a great job. No one has noticed yet! What you don’t know is that literally everybody is aware.

And Saiki’s getting tired of the shenanigans that surround it. At first, he could just ignore everything, but that was before Kaidou found out, then Toritsuka, Saiko, Yumehara, Mera and even Hairo and Nendou! He could stand everything until Teruhashi found out – your relationship seemed to give her fantasies about the possible secret relationship Saiki and Teruhashi “should” have (it’s not going to happen).

While he could barely tolerate those antics, it hit a boiling point when you started to use him as an excuse. Someone ask what you were doing with Kuboyasu? Your instant reply is that Saiki had asked you to get something from Kuboyasu. Normally that would be fine, but Kaidou had taken it upon himself to hound Saiki into “giving up on [Name]”, as if Saiki had been interested in the first place.

Approximately half a month had passed, and Saiki swears if you try one more word, he’s going to tell everyone and get it over with. Kuboyasu had been wanting to mention it for a while too, so it shouldn’t cause that big of an issue.

The only good thing was when you finally admitted that you were dating Kuboyasu, and everyone had to put on their best “I’m totally surprised face”.

Spoiler alert: No one was surprised.

[pfreadsandwrites]

Congratulations on 100 followers once again!! you're a beautiful writer and i know you'll have so many more soon enough!! ❤️ okay sooo for the celebration thingy can i request "are you flirting with me?" with kakashi? 😩 I'll leave all the specifications upto you and take as much time as you need there's no hurry at all!

100 follower celebration

Omg thank you so much!! I’m sorry if this is crappy ahah I really struggled to start it and also i am terrible at flirting but so are these two dorks!!!

Also through writing this I realised that I am not that good at writing when it’s a) something light-hearted b) second person. BUT I’M STILL GONNA TRY. Also this is longer than I intended but largely because I didn’t know how to introduce the flirting without it being longer... The other ones I write won’t be this long (i hope!) Also I feel like this is really terrible, I’m sorry T.T

warning: changing povs cuz i am stupid!  1.3k words.

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56. Are you flirting with me?

You let out a sigh - all too common a sound for you these days - and stared hopelessly at the flood of paper at your feet. Everywhere and anywhere, covering the entire cross-section of the hallway so neatly that you were tempted to just leave it there.

Of course, you muse bitterly. This was exactly what you needed. Being dragged back to the hospital on your one day off after having to work your ass off for a week - that wasn’t enough.

Neither was being tricked into taking the fall for one of the medical ninja who’d somehow fucked up the most basic procedure possible - that hadn’t been enough either.

And being lumbered with all the paperwork that was supposed to be the work of your underlings (normally humility would stop you from admitting it, but your patience was running thin) - of course, that wasn’t enough.

But dropping ever sheet of every document that you’d painstakingly and meticulously organised and filled out? This had better be enough, for your sake - and for the sake of anyone who’d have the misfortune to encounter you today.

You carried on gazing at the mess in front of you - praying that the sheer hope of your will would wish it out of existence.

You closed your eyes. You waited. You opened your eyes. Your own scribbles greeted you mockingly, and you could pinpoint whereabouts you lost your motivation on your handwriting.

So much for making it disappear.

You hunched your shoulders in defeat, and fell to your knees. Your tired fingers got to work, gathering the paper. Your head and eye sockets ached in tandem, more and more with each sheet you picked up. It just wasn’t fair. All this work you were doing, that you weren’t even supposed to be doing, thanklessly - and for what? You didn’t have time for friends, for yourself - you barely even washed your hair last night. Caught up in your own self-pity, it took you a minute or two to notice that you weren’t actually picking up your paperwork anymore - it was being handed to you.

You frowned at the hand in front of you, your weary brain attempting to make sense of the present. You recognised the hand - it was a man’s hand, a shinobi’s hand, adorned with fingerless gloves, large, strong-seeming - though subtly so, to the point where you could overlook it easily. You studied them a few moments longer when it finally hit you. These were Kakashi’s hands. You’d noticed them many a time before. On the rare occasion you were sent on a mission, or most commonly when he’d end up back here after completing one, but his hands had left an impression on you. Many things about him left an impression on you, if you were being completely honest with yourself.

But you didn’t like to be completely honest with yourself. The realisation brought you back to the present, where you suddenly remembered that you’d just been gawking at this man’s hand, silently, while he’d been holding out something for you to take. Shit. You felt your cheeks heat up, and took the paper quickly.

“Sorry! Thank you!” You said quickly, looking at the paperwork, before finding the courage to ignore your embarrassment and blink back up at your helper. Kakashi just glanced back at you curiously - well, that’s what it seemed like, through his one visible eye.

“Something wrong, Y/N? You seem a little… spaced out,” Kakashi said slowly, and you felt scrutinised under his gaze. The smooth tone of his voice didn’t help cool down the heat in your cheeks, either. Good thing you did manage to wash your hair last night, though you were sure your exhausted mood wasn’t doing you any favours physically.

“Sorry. Overworked. Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you explained, and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. He’d been discharged yesterday - not that you were his doctor, not this time, and not that you checked up on him when he came in and when he’d left - no, definitely not.

Kakashi hummed, but returned to helping you gather up the papers. He didn’t offer any explanation as to why he was here - you didn’t ask directly, after all. No chance he would admit it if you had, anyway. Instead, he smiled under his mask. He hadn’t expected to see you react this way - off guard, nervous - and even though you didn’t exactly seem like you had the energy to respond positively, you still were. It was all very… adorable. “I could tell.”

“Well, yeah - I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to help. You probably have something to do, right?”

“Right.” Wait, Kakashi thought, no. How did you manage to catch him off-guard too? “I mean, no. I don’t. You look like you could use some help.”

“Oh, I’m okay, honestly. Just one of those days, you know?”

That was another thing. How you did everything by yourself, out of necessity. You didn’t seem to expect the same kindness you offered freely outwards. He smiled again, and went back to work again.

“I do know. And though I’m sure you’re okay, two hands are better than one - well, four are better than two - you know what I mean.”

You giggled, but didn’t even think to tease him further. He was always thankful for your kindness. “Okay. Thank you.”

Kakashi smiled, and gathered up the rest of the files. You didn’t seem to have to do much else after that. He seemed to hold them with so much more ease than you did, but that was to be expected. “Alright. Where am I taking these?”

He stopped you when you shook your head and tried to prise the heavy pile from his arms.

“I think I’m less likely to drop them than you are, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to argue, before you realised that he wasn’t wrong. Instead, you relented, and began leading him down the hallway. It was nice to not have to do everything for a change, and it was even nicer that it was Kakashi of all people. “I appreciate it. I really am exhausted”

Kakashi winked. “Well, being exhausted agrees with you."

You blinked back at him. What did that mean?

He paused, before his own mind went into overdrive. How were you supposed to take that? Why was he incapable of saying something normal around you? The words fumbled over in his brain as he tried to correct himself. “I mean…  You look good, even though you’re exhausted. Never mind.”

What is wrong with me, Kakashi chided himself, but his heart skipped a beat when he heard you giggle.

“Thanks?”

“You’re very welcome.” Well, he’d resigned himself to being an idiot now. At least he’d corrected himself. Somewhat. “You know, if you appreciate this, what say you return the favour for me in some way?”

“Are you flirting with me?” you asked quietly. Common sense would have dictated yes, but you still had to quell your own self-doubt.

“If you’re as busy as you seem to be, it probably won’t be likely, but…,” Kakashi continued on, before he registered your question. Suddenly he became thankful for his mask. It was a good thing you couldn’t see just how how hard he was blushing.

But you got an inkling anyway. “I could make it a little likelier. I could even return the favour this evening. But what did you have in mind? Not helping with your paperwork?” You were teasing him a little, by this point, but he didn’t mind.

“No, I meant -,” he stopped himself when he realised you were joking. “Wait. Are you flirting with me?”

You laughed, as you opened the door to your office, and Kakashi’s eyes didn’t stray from yours as he carefully placed your work on your desk. Suddenly he felt a little bit braver - and maybe he would take you up on your offer.

You didn’t feel so angry about being called in, or the stupid medical ninja (even if he was still stupid), or dropping your hours of work. Maybe this was exactly what you needed, after all.

[fictionalabyss]

A Chevy girl.

Pairing : Dean x F!Reader

Word count :   1,134

Written for : @spnfluffbingo

Square : Mechanic AU

Warnings : Annoyed Dean, Surprised Dean, smitten Dean, Old cars, Bad ass Woman in charge who takes no shit and proves she knows what she's talking about, Mechanic!Reader, business owner! Reader.

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A/N : also a big thank you to @iflostreturntosteverogers​ cuz I know fuck all about cars and this girl somehow knows something about everything rofl. 

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Dean was annoyed, grumbling as he drove. He’d been having trouble starting his car for a few days now. He knew what the problem was, he could fix it easily himself, he just needed the damn part and he’d been having a hard time locating one. That’s why he was now driving several hours out of his way to hit a garage that MIGHT happen to have one he could buy.

It was a small garage on the outskirts of a decent sized city. There were a few cars out front when Dean pulled in, some old, some newer, none as old as his, though. He hoped he could get the damn part.

Dean slipped out of his car, looking around as he shut the door, then headed for the building. There was a jingle as the door opened, the small seating area empty save for the guy behind the counter who didn’t even look up. “Hey.” Dean greeted as he stepped up to the counter.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m told this is a place to get parts for older cars? I need a set of points for the distributor of a 67 Chevy Impala.”

Taking his eyes off Dean, and putting them back on whatever he’d been doing, he didn’t bother looking back up at Dean as he answered. “Leave the keys and we’ll get that fixed up for you-”

“No.” Dean cut him off. “I don’t need the work done, I just need the damn part. I can fix it myself.”

His eyes shot up to Deans, and he sighed, obviously annoyed. “You’ll have to talk to the owner.”

“Then go get the owner.”  Dean watched him roll his eyes before heading back to what Dean assumed was the garage. Dean waited, looking around the small room for several minutes before the guy came back and told him it would be a minute or two, then ignored him and went back to what he’d been doing before, which Dean assumed was definitely not work.

“What’d you need, Jonny?”

Dean looked up at the voice and froze. Whoever this girl was, she looked damn good covered in grease. He was almost tempted to leave his keys with her. Any other car, any but Baby, and he probably would have just to watch her work.

“Guy’s looking for a part.”

Eyes turned to him and it took Dean a moment to find his voice. “Uh- I need a set of distributor points..”

“You sure that’s what you need?”

“Yeah.”

Despite his answer, you looked skeptical. “I think I’ll take a look for myself. Out front?”

Before Dean could even answer, you were moving, your back to him as you headed outside. He glanced at the guy behind the desk who continued to ignore him, then he hurried out to follow. When he got outside, you were walking alongside his car, and Damn if that didn’t stir something in Dean.  As he got closer, he realized you were muttering to yourself. He half caught it and was instantly on the defensive. “I take damn good care of my car.”

“No, you don’t.” you shot him a glare. “What the hell are you doing to her, racing her on gravel?” you shot, pointing out tons of tiny scratches around the wheels.

“Look, lady, I’m just here for a damn part, you got it or not?”

“I’m starting to doubt you know what you need..” you continued to glare at him as you started for the hood, no longer trusting his judgement and wanting to give the car a full lookover to see what other damage he was ignoring.

“Hey! I’ve built this thing from the ground up more than once, alright? Don’t act like you know my damn car better than me.” he spat. He was getting fed up with the attitude in this place. First the guy behind the desk and now this?

You laughed at that. “Honey, you aren’t the first person to own a Chevy Impala. It’s not even the oldest one I’ve worked on. I know more than you think.”

“Just because you’re a mechanic-”

“I’m the fucking owner.” Dean froze, eyes shooting from you to the building and the name on it.  “This ain’t my daddy’s garage. It ain’t my ‘boyfriends’. It’s mine, it’s always been mine. You built your car from the ground up? I built this.” you gestured all around you. “And this.” you started away from him, around the main building, towards the back.

Confused, it took a minute before Dean started to follow, curiosity getting the better of him. There was an old garage back there. The white paint, old and peeling off the wooden structure. He watched as you opened up the first of the large doors and he froze. There sat one of the most beautiful cars he’d ever seen, and in pristine condition.

“Chevy Impala.” you informed him as he moved in and ghosted his fingers over shiny black paint. “‘58.”

Dean's eyes shot over. “The first year..” You nodded. “How the fuck did you find this?” You gave him a shrug and his eyes were back on the car. “Original parts?”

“Most. Had to make a few I couldn’t find.”

“It’s beautiful…”

“Trust me yet?” you asked him, and he turned to you. “If not..” he watched you start away, and then he heard another door open. Leaving this space, he rounded the corner and looked into the next one. He’d know that car anywhere, even only half done.

“A Camaro?”

“‘69.” You smiled at it with fondness, running your fingers along the side of the hood. “Full restore. This baby is gonna be a beauty when she’s done.”

“So you’re a Chevy girl.” Dean chuckled in admiration. “I think I’m in love.”

You watched as he looked over the car, mumbling to himself about this part or that or what was missing. So he wasn’t just a pretty face, he knew cars too. Knew more than most people. “You a mechanic?” you asked.

“Dad was. Taught me everything. I learned it all on that ‘67 out front. That car’s been in the family since before I was born, and she’s been mine since I could drive.”

“I don’t have the part.” you told him, and watched the flicker of disappointment cross his face. “But I can get it. It’ll take a couple days at best.” Dean gave you a nod. “Leave me your number and I’ll call when it’s here.”

“I’m actually not from around here. But maybe I’ll stay for a bit. You know anywhere with a room available?”

Your lips pulled upwards into a smile. “I might know a place with a bed. If you keep talking cars.”

“Baby, I can talk cars all day.” Dean grinned.

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