#eye-sip-ee

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I have found inspiration to write :).

The flash for the fist time in forever stop moving. No twitching. NO moving his leg up and down. No running back and forward to the cafeteria for snacks. He was completely still with his jaw open looking past Batman who at the moment was giving the league members an overview of the missions that have been happening within the past month. Immediately everyone locked in, Flash not moving major red flag. Batman caught it first and proceeded to turn around in a split of a second and froze (caught of guard) this caused the other league members to slowly turn their heads and eyes away from starring at the Flash. And they couldn't believe their eyes.

Superman had his jaw dropped.

Flash was pointing and unable to form words the only sound escaping his mouth was vocals "aa" "ee" he was over all gobsmacked.

Not like the other leagues were fairing any better. It's just that their eyes could not make their brain correctly process what they were seeing. And what they were currently seeing was a teenager with white hair with a box of donuts and drinking something out of a coffee cup. Now this is the watchtower everyone has seen teenagers from various backgrounds to say the least enjoy their coffee and snacks. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the teen wasn't one of theirs. Not that it really matters Batman.

What actually matters is that the kids outside. IN SPACE. How is he surviving. How isn't he dead? Is he an alien? Then why is the box of donuts from earth?

And the kid has the gull to smile sheepishly?????

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Danny only wanted help. HE SWEARSS. And the Justice League wasn't helping after they had been spammed with calls for help against the Ghosts. Amity parkers think that the JL has banned them from making calls. So Danny decided if they won't come. He will go to them, but his parents did not raise a disrespectful child the Fentons maybe break tax laws and driving laws and overall all OSHA regulations. BUT THEY NEVER DISRESPECT (unless warranted) ANYBODY. And Danny wasn't about to misrepresent them. So he brought a box of donuts and his fathers homemade fudge in hopes to make some sort of slightly good impression.

So taking a breath in (as a force of habit) he knocked on the watchtowers window and didn't become intangible and go in until Wonder Woman nodded with her head yes.

Batman was side-eying WW, but Danny decided that Wonder Woman had more decision power in this instance.

So with the approval that he may come in Danny made himself (and everything else) intangible so he could enter. Once inside he realize that Jazz had been correct in telling him to at least know how he was going to approach the subject.

He placed the treats on the table and made a gesture that they could eat. He took a sip of his hot ecto and then he opened his mouth.

"Why are you guys hunting us down for sport? w-we are people too"

Danny said it in such a broken voice with teary eyes. He really should have practiced first.

The JL choked.

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Joel Dealing with Wife: The Duck Dilemma, Resolved

Joel Miller x F! Reader

not necessary to read but here's Part 1

Summary: Joel explores new ways to get the Ducks out of the Miller house once and for all

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When Joel wakes up, there's a blurred yellow fuzz thing—a fucking duck—standing on his chest, staring down its brown and yellow stained bill right along his own snout and directly into his soul.

"Dinner," he grunts with a sneer.

The little duckie utters an unbothered quack and hops off to the side. If only to its death over the cliff of his bedside edge. Only not so, for Sarah, who's standing by his side of the bed, scoops her up safely in her careful grasp. She leans on her tip toes and kisses Daddy on the cheek, and then holds the duck expectedly to his face with her big beady round baby eyes.

He grits his teeth, his chest grumbling with contained annoyance. 

His daughter, the light of his fucking life, only leans closer to him, Duckie held high with expectant gleam. Letting out a quick sigh, he makes quick work to peck its fluffy little self on the forehead. 

And one by one, he does so for all 6 ducklings she raises up to his lips carefully. He’s kissed more duck heads than he’s ever wanted to in his whole life now. 

She sets the last one down on the floor and walks away, a trail of 6 duckies following her with their aide to side waddles.

How she and you came up with the names Eenie Meenie Miney, Pickles, Pringles, and Presto, he will never ask. They all look exactly the same but somehow Sarah can tell them apart. 

Although, Sarah has called them EE, MEE, My, Picole, Pingle, Pwesto.

God Bless her.

“This one is Pringles—no wait that’s… that’s uh. Eenie? Wait Meenie?” You’re holding three in your arms, lifting them closely, trying to find the identifiable marks you’ve used as cheat sheet to remember them. Failing miserably. 

“Pwesto!” Sarah clarifies, stomping her foot and taking her baby duck back into her arms. They always nibble at her ear lobes, causing the little child to erupt into giggles.

“She’s making it up, I swear. She doesn’t know which ones are which…” you whisper to Joel.

“Just admit you can’t keep track of your hoard of children you keep bringing into this house.”

You frown. “I want 12 more kids from you. So lift your skirt and get to baby stuffing,” you say snakily, slapping his ass.

He sips his coffee with massive bags under his eyes as two ducks sit on top of the stove.

Some thoughts, albeit as brilliant as they are, would get him sent straight to hell. Like the one swimming in his brain at the opportunity right now.

He glances to the left, then right, then slowly reaches for the gas igniting knob along the stove top. Directly below the unsuspecting ducklings…

Threatening growls come from the floor below. He rolls his eyes and backs off with his hand in the air to show retreat, as fearsome Mommy number 2 (3?) Spoon here comes to save the day.

“Ya used to be on my side, lady,” he hums to the dog.

And it’s true. Spoon didn’t know how to react at first. She went from single pet baby sitting a little girl to being swarmed by 6 freaky little two footed flap flaps, the weirdest looking puppies she’s ever seen. When they crowded and yapped incessantly around her, she kept picking her feet up and backing up to avoid them, but they all just kept coming at all angles all over. At one point from sheer curiosity, she hesitantly puts one in her mouth.

 Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs and pointed to Spoon accusingly.

 "Yes good Spoon! That's good girl!" Joel claps quietly. He knows you two wouldn’t blame innocent Spoon if she accidentally ate a duck or half dozen. 

Unfortunately, Spoon does not like the sensation of the duck eating out her extra snack crumbs sitting in her teeth, instantly spitting the little guy out like a bowling ball. She jumps on the couch to avoid the rest, and they all flail helplessly trying to reach her. 

By the next day, Joel prayed maybe Spoon decided she wanted a late night duck-goulash and had swallowed his 6 new problems. Instead, you found the ducks nested tightly against Spoon’s body, sleeping into her heated belly like her own little babies.   "Cmon girl not you too,” Joel says, but Spoon growls at him  when he tries to take them away. She doesn't mind when they yap and tap, just lies down with them peddling all over her body and head, sighing in defeat.

"Did we just make Spoon a mom of 6 overnight?”

 Duck Duty has taken over the house 24/7. 

When Joel goes to the shower, pulling back the curtain, there's duckies paddling in the tub.

He has to empty his shoes before stepping in them because, lo and behold, a damn duck is in there.

There’s more frozen pea bags in the freezer specifically labeled for each duck than he can fit his pizza pockets in there.

“THATS IT!” He barks loudly when you and Sarah are tucking the ducks in his bed sheets for a movie night.

You all, including Spoon and all the duckies, go quiet and look up. 

Except, instead of finishing a statement, that is it. Joel storms out of the room the next moment, leaving you all sitting speechless.

Two seconds later you turn on the TV and all eyes focus on the screen to resume your movie night like normal.

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Joel disappears in the garage for 3 days. You called Tommy asking if he was going to work, but Tommy told you he had called to let everyone know he would be unattainable for the weekend. Absolutely NO ONE was to disturb him. You could hear sparks and saw blades flying in the garage, heavy banging and all kinds of construction going on. Maybe you should be a little concerned. He hasn’t done anything else but this. 

You rub your hands together, braving the knock on the garage door. Maybe you had gone too far with the ducks. Was he preparing to build himself a new house to live away from you all? A death trap for the ducks to fall into?

A new wife???

You tighten your ass cheeks and raise your knuckles.

The door swings open before you can pound. A sweaty, dirty, musky, saw dust covered Joel Miller, with messy slick hair, flannel and low hanging jeans complete with his decades old tool belt greeted you with gritted teeth.

“S’done,” he says plainly.

“W-what’s done?”

He takes your hand and leads you out. “Sarah! Ducks! Fall in!”

Sarah hops off her chair that she was braiding her doll’s hair. As she follows behind you, all 6 quickly growing Duckies  follow behind her like a pre-school hand holding chain.

You all round out the now empty garage and towards the backyard gate. He opens it and shoves forward.

Part of the backyard and side of the house has been transformed into a Duck Oasis Paradise. A custom built duck house with heating lamps, fresh bedding and smoothed wood adorn the area, with a water fountain and splash pad of fresh water constantly rippling their own little Duckie pond/pool. Each duck has its own feeding station, and even custom bed slots with “Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Pickles, Pringles, Presto” hand painted for their own bunks. There’s a raised mini bed for Sarah to lie in with a canopy so they can cuddle and watch projector movies outside. Joel had even installed a side door that leads into the garage if absolutely need be they MUST come inside once again. Everything is painted to Sarah’s princess house liking, and she is able to sit inside the and play around the area while it maintains its Duck-necessities.

As if she had just met the real Santa Clause, Sarah screeches excitedly and runs around with the ducks to explore their new home.

Joel’s hands are on his hips, smirking proudly at your reaction.

Your mouth is on the floor. When the FUCK?? HOW the fuck??

“You thought I was gonna cook em’ didn’t ya?” He boasts.

“I —wushhshh pshhh—N--ta—nmmm-pshhh.” You don’t have words to try to deny it. 

“Ah huh.” He points to his cheek … well, cheekily. “C’mere and give it ta me.”

Inserted, you grip his face, turn him to face you, and plant your entire mouth on his, swallowing his lips and his entire body if you could.

He grins and kisses you back. 

“When are you going to put this much effort into putting another baby in me?” You tease while curling his hair.

He’s left quite shocked, and is about to suggest the two of you stow away while the kids are occupied until—

Sarah runs up like she’s about to pole vault and launches herself into her Dad’s arms for the biggest hug a todler can muster. Joel bends down to his knees to return her kisses.

And that would have been it, were it not for the duck that’s immediately in her hands, held right to his cheek.

“Ugh,” he groans with rolled eyes. He holds it all in as Sarah lifts them to nibble at his beard stubble in a duck fashioned kiss, each getting a turn to clean his facial hair.

You clasp your hands together, beaming at possibly the greatest man the earth had ever put out.

She runs off with the ducks following to go play with their new land.

“2 adults. 1 kid. 1 dot. And 6 ducks…” he says, referring back to your previous comment. “That ain’t enough for ya?”

“12.”

“12…?” Were you serious about 12 kids????

“Ducks,” you state plainly, avoiding his eyes.

“Wh—what, are they all pregnant?” He asks incredulously.

“No…” you lock your fingers together, sealing side to side in the way Sarah does when she’s admitting to doing something horribly wrong. “I thought you were going to eat these ones… and I didn’t want Sarah to be sad and so I … maybe… it’s actually really funny, Joel.”

“YOU BOUGHT—SIX—MORE—DUCKS???”

“Ohh oh no!” You shake your head, as if hoping to dissipate the steam billowing from his ears. Though it’s almost like he knows it’s not any better. “Um… it’s way worse… I bought 12 more ducks. So that’s 18 total,” you smile widely with fearful yet innocent eyes.

Joel sits straight up in bed, his heart hammering and sweat persperating along his entire skeleton.  He clutches his heart, remembering to breathe in the night air, grounding himself in his surroundings from the nightmare. You’re sound asleep at his side, peaceful as ever.

He tosses the blanket and darts off to Sarah’s room. His girl sleeps just as innocently as you, with her teddy clutched under her arm. Lying atop her fuzzy pink decorative rug is Spoon, who raises her head curiously at the intrusion. He does a quick search, but nothing else moves in the room.

Joel runs to the backyard, foregoing any shoes. Despite no evidence in the house, he doesn’t get his hopes too high. He flips on the lights of the duck barn (which was not a dream), and braceshimself.

While he would have liked to have seen 0 flat footed peddling little yellow shits, a mere 6, and ONLY 6, ducks rest in their designated bed, tilting their head at him staring them down.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a relieving breath.

“Thank fucking duck.”

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Achieved Love - Luke Thompson

Word count: 877

Summary: What is more delightful than accompanying your lover to an award show and watching how he achieves something with love?

The Bafta award show was in full swing when you finally arrived, the atmosphere electric with anticipation and excitement.

Paparazzi flashbulbs exploded like popcorn around you as you both made your way up the red carpet, your boyfriend Luke Thompson known as the dashing 'Benedict Bridgerton' was nominated for the EE Rising Star Award this year.

 Looking dapper as ever in his tuxedo, his arm firmly wrapped around your waist. You felt like a princess on a fairytale evening, your dress hugging your curves in all the right places, the diamonds at your neck and wrist sparkling under the bright lights.

As you approached the interview area, a sea of eager reporters and camera crews jostled for position, their questions and comments flying through the air like confetti. 

Luke smiled reassuringly at you, his blue eyes twinkling beneath his perfectly coifed hair, before turning to face the throng of media with a practiced ease that belied his years.

"How does it feel to be nominated for such a prestigious award, Luke?" asked one reporter breathlessly, her microphone inches from his face.

"Well, it's a huge honor, of course," he replied, his voice smooth and confident.

 "But at the end of the day, I'm just grateful to be here, surrounded by so much talent. I'd like to dedicate this nomination to my family, my friends, and of course, my girlfriend," he added, squeezing your hand before looking back at the reporter.

 "Without their support, I wouldn't be where I am today."

You felt your cheeks flush with warmth at his words, and as you looked up at him, you could see the love and admiration shining in his eyes. 

You exchanged a brief, sweet kiss before moving on to the next question. 

The rest of the interview flew by in a whirlwind of questions about the upcoming season of Bridgerton, his favorite category of the night, and his thoughts on the other nominees in his category. 

Throughout it all, Luke was charming, articulate, and gracious, leaving a lasting impression on everyone he met.

Finally, you were able to break away from the media frenzy and make your way into the venue proper.

 The grand ballroom was a breathtaking sight, with towering chandeliers casting their warm glow over rows of gleaming tables set with crisp white linen and sparkling crystal. 

Celebrities from all corners of the film industry mingled amongst the guests, their designer dresses and tuxedos making a dazzling display.

As you scanned the room for your seats, you felt a sudden surge of pride in your boyfriend.

 Not only was he talented and handsome, but he was also so genuine and kind-hearted. 

You knew that no matter what happened tonight, whether he won or not, he would always have you by his side, and that your love would only continue to grow stronger.

Just then, a waiter passed by, carrying a tray of champagne flutes. You reached out and took one, offering it to Luke with a mischievous smile. 

"To winning," you toasted.

 "or losing," you added with a wink.

 "and most importantly, to having each other through it all." He laughed, raising his glass to meet yours, and you clinked them together before taking a sip.

The awards ceremony began soon after, with the host taking the stage to welcome everyone and set the tone for the evening. 

As the first award of the night was announced, your stomach did a little flip-flop when you realized that Luke was among the nominees. 

His category was the last one to be presented, and as the golden envelope was slowly opened, the anticipation in the room grew almost palpable.

Finally, the announcer spoke his name, and the crowd erupted into cheers. 

Luke jumped to his feet, looking stunned and overwhelmed, kissing you deeply before making his way up to the stage. 

As he reached the podium, he took a deep breath and looked out over the audience, his emotional eyes meeting you briefly before he began to speak. 

"I want to first and foremost thank my Bridgerton family, the crew, the screenwriters, the whole Netflix team, and the Bafta committee for this incredible honor," he began, his voice steady despite the thunderous applause.

 "And I want to dedicate this award to the most important person in my life, a few years ago on this day I met one of the most talented people on an auditioning day, for a role in one of the most popular Netflix shows that changed my life."

"I want to thank my girlfriend, y/n y/l/n. She's been my rock, my inspiration, my home, my safe place, and my greatest supporter through all of this. I love you, y/n, more than anything in the world."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to him speak, your heart swelling with pride and love for him. 

He went on to thank his family, his friends, and his agents before sitting down amidst thunderous applause and a standing ovation.

 As he made his way back to your table, you couldn't help but feel that no matter what happened from here on out, you would face it together and that your love would only continue to grow stronger in the face of whatever life threw your way.

[youunravelme]

to all the girls you loved before part 3

author's note: thanks for all the kind words you left in the last two parts!! to everyone who wanted to be tagged but didn’t, i tried and tumblr wouldn’t let me, for some reason. :(

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, volatile/toxic relationship

day thirty two

"you look rough."

maybe it was the look on your face, or maybe it was your slouched shoulders. either way, mat almost immediately offered you a cup of coffee instead of apologizing.

"my roommate kept me up with her midnight hijinks. i couldn't sleep."

mat grimaced and all but shoved the cup of coffee in your hands. "i know i say this every day, but if you need to nap when ella goes down, the guest room is open."

you took a sip, cringing at the black coffee, but grateful for it anyway. "i might take you up on that offer."

"when you say 'hijinks'..." he trailed off.

"she was fucking someone really loudly. has been for awhile now," you said as you plopped down on the couch, some of the coffee spilling out of the mug and onto your fingers.

"must be nice," mat grumbled. he gestured to ella who was sitting on the floor with toys in a pack in play. "i haven't gotten any since before ella."

"you expect me to be shocked by that?" he stared at you blankly. "mat, i would know if you were seeing someone. mainly because i'm here more than you are."

he opened his mouth to protest, but sat down on the couch next to you. "touche."

"what time do you have to be at practice today?"

a quick glance at his watch told you it was later than he anticipated when he all but jumped off the couch and ran back to his room.

"running late?" you managed to croak out between laughs.

mat poked his head back into the living room with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "just a little."

"are you driving or is tito picking you up?"

"ee-o," he called from the bathroom. you could only surmise that you were meant to understand that tito was the one driving today.

and like he was summoned, tito burst through the front door and ignored your presence in favor of cooing at ella.

"are you a sweet girl?" he asked. she didn't pay him any attention, more enraptured with the book in front of her. tito huffed and looked at you. "why is she in baby jail?"

you couldn't stop yourself, a laugh slipped out. "baby jail?"

"it's a pack and play, tito," mat said from the bathroom. "and she's in there because she's safe while i get ready."

"then what are you paying mary poppins here for?" tito joked.

"i don't disturb happy babies," you shrugged.

it was silent for a moment. you and tito held eye contact before he moved to sit on the couch next to you. "you've trained him well," he whispered. "didn't think he had a paternal bone in his body."

you didn't know what it was about tito that always had you smiling. maybe it was the fact that he was so at ease all the time. or the earnest attitude he had. or maybe it was the diehard loyalty to mat. or it could've just been that he was fun to be around.

"give him some credit," you said. "he's made a lot of changes in the past month."

"no denying there. the whole team can see it. you've been good for him, momma bear."

you almost shot off the couch. "mama bear?"

"tito," mat groaned from his place in the bathroom. "i thought i told you not to call her that."

the man in question looked unbothered. "you can't say you wouldn't go mama bear on someone for ella."

you opened and closed your mouth before looking down and ignoring him entirely. a quick glance at the clock on your phone had you changing the subject. "aren't you supposed to be leaving now?"

"we would if mat would stop fixing his hair," tito snipped. he turned his head towards the hallway bathroom. "your hair is going into a helmet, mathew. we're not going to the met gala."

mat came out dressed in all black with his hair looking....

the exact same as it did seven minutes ago.

"what the hell took you so long?" tito asked. "you look like you always do. with the amount of time it took you to get ready, i was hoping you would've looked better."

mat flipped off tito, but other than that, ignored him entirely. he walked over to where ella was and picked her up, kissing the top of her head when she curled into his chest. "i'll be back later, ella bean. i love you."

your ears heard everything, but the moment felt private, so you pretended like someone was texting you something important at 7:30 in the morning. the phone had your focus until mat called your name; you looked up almost immediately.

"i'll be back in a few hours."

day thirty four

"i'm so glad you're here," mat said as soon as he opened up the door. you walked in, albeit hesitantly, waiting for someone or something to jump out at you. there weren't many times when someone was actually excited to see you. though, you supposed, all that changed when you met mat.

"what happened? is ella okay?" you asked warily.

he smiled. "she's great! she's in the pack and play while i got ready. are you okay? how are you?"

"i'm fine?...look are you okay? you seem, hyper."

mat shrugged. "just excited. i have a surprise for you."

you blinked once. twice. three times. until the words finally registered with you. "a surprise?" you'd only known him for a month, how did he know you well enough to surprise you?

it was like a switch flipped and suddenly mat was rubbing the back of his neck and walking over to ella to find something to do. "well yeah," he said. "i know you said you didn't really know anything about hockey, so i thought you could come to the game today."

you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off.

"an--and you could bring jason! i have two tickets, one for you, one for him."

"what about ella?" you asked. "her sleep schedule might be affected."

"i thought about that, but i talked to matt martin and he said sydney, his wife, had done it. worse comes to worst, we can set up a pack and play in the box and she could sleep there for the time being."

you looked at him, and really looked at him. usually, mat was full of confidence, walked around like he owned the place (which in this case, he kinda did). but now? he would barely meet your eye and kept rubbing the back of his neck like he had an itch there.

"i'll go!" you said to finally put him out of his misery. "i just--what do you wear to a hockey game?"

mat's eyes lit up like a kid on christmas. "you can wear my jersey!" you must've had a look on your face because he quickly backtracked. "or tito's! if you want."

"no!" you said before you could stop yourself. "no, i'll wear your jersey. i know you better anyway." you weren't sure what it was but the poorly concealed panic on mat's face did something to make you agree. jason probably wouldn't like it, but you could probably explain that everyone wore jerseys at games. it wasn't that big of a deal.

"great," mat smiled. "that's--that's great."

and it was. you stayed at mat's apartment until it was time to leave for the game. you were dressed in your jeans and threw mat's jersey over your shirt, when jason texted that he was outside. you tossed on a coat. you grabbed ella who was decked out in a mini barzal jersey and sweat pants and sitting in her car seat. you made a quick grab for the diaper bag before locking up.

you met jason down at his car where he sat in the driver's seat. he didn't get out to open the back seat for ella, the most he did was unlock the car. when you finally got her situated, you got in the front seat, not sparing him a glare at his lack of help.

"thanks for the assistance," you bit out.

"i didn't know what you wanted me to do. i'm not a mind reader!" jason snapped back as he pulled the car away from the curb. "besides, it's just a baby car seat, it's not like you couldn't handle it."

"it would've been nice had you even offered to grab the diaper bag or offered any help at all."

jason scoffed. "whatever."

not a word was spoken outside of ella's babbling in the back seat.

by the time the three of you arrived at the arena, you were hopeful that you could act like nothing happened. you got out of the car, and put the baby carrier on while jason grabbed the diaper bag. you quickly got ella situated in the carrier and put on the lanyard mat gave you, handing jason's to him.

the three of you started walking towards the arena. everything was fine until another fan made a comment when you got inside.

he pointed at you and shouted. "a house divided, eh?"

you furrowed your brows. what the hell was he talking about? you turned and looked at jason who was doing his best to look as confused as you were and failing horribly.

he was wearing a rangers jersey.

to the rangers and isles game.

when you were invited by mat.

you clenched your jaw and kept walking, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone.

by the time you made it inside the box, you were fuming. you wanted so badly to scream at him for being a dick, but another part of you said he was allowed to wear a jersey for a team he liked. after all, that's what you were doing, right?

right?

not that you really had time to think about it because the prettiest woman you think you'd ever seen came bounding over to you with the whitest smile you'd ever seen in real life.

"hi!" she said. "i'm sydney, mat's told us so much about you and miss ella."

you introduced yourself and did your best to smile back, though you're not sure if it was convincing. "this is my boyfriend, jason."

for a moment, just a flicker of a second, the smile on sydney's face faltered. it was so quick you almost second guessed yourself that it ever happened in the first place. "i'm really excited you're here, we love new company." she grabbed you by the arm in a gentle way but with a strong enough grip that you knew you really had no other option. "let me introduce you to everyone!"

after introductions, you found yourself and ella a seat. you pulled her out of the carrier before taking the carrier and your coat off. an action you almost immediately regretted.

"are you fucking serious?" you heard jason say. you turned with ella in your arms to see his normally pale face burning red. "you're wearing his jersey?"

there were no words coming to your mind. the two of you had argued before, but you had never seen him this volatile before.

in a flash, he was in front of you yelling as spit flew from his mouth. you didn't even register what he was saying, how could you when ella was crying? all you remembered was mumbling an apology over and over but that only served to make him angrier.

it wasn't until sydney literally got between you two that he stopped screaming. he looked around to see everyone staring at the two of you and threw his hands up in the air. "you know what?" he said. "fuck you, i'm leaving. you can find another way home."

sydney was in front of you, trying to calm you and ella down but you couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears.

jason was never the nicest boyfriend, but he'd never been that angry before. you'd never been scared of him before.

"here," sydney said. "let's get you some water."

"ella's upset--"

"because she knows you're upset. once you calm down, you can calm her down."

you nodded and let her sit you in a chair and bring you a glass of water. once your hands stopped shaking, you were able to bring ella to your chest and rub her back in the way you knew she liked.

"i'm sorry," you said.

sydney just tilted her head in confusion. "what for?"

"i brought him here, i didn't know he'd act like that--"

"honey, you are not responsible for a grown man's reaction to a stupid jersey." she pulled her chair closer to yours. "so let's just put all of that on the back burner and enjoy the game, okay?"

you nodded and turned your attention back to the rink where the players were warming up. ella yawned and snuggled into your chest when it hit you.

you forgot the pack and play.

"shit."

"honey, i told you it's okay--"

"no," you laughed. "it's just i forgot the pack and play so my boyfriend isn't gonna be the only who's mad at me by the end of tonight."

sydney, despite the implications of your statement, smiled. "she'll live," she said. "mine have definitely missed bedtime before and they're turning out alright. just means tomorrow might be a little difficult."

"thanks, sydney.'

"anytime!"

the two of you turned your attention to the rink where the game was beginning. occasionally, you'd get up and bounce ella around the suite, but for the most part, she was content as long as she was in your arms. by the time the second period was over, the isles were tied with the rangers 1-1.

ella had long since fallen asleep in the carrier with her thumb in her mouth. the tears were long gone by then, both of you having calmed down significantly since the start of the game. though now your heart was racing due to the intensity of the game instead of the screaming of your boyfriend.

despite your anger at him earlier, and the fear you felt before he left, you still found yourself checking your phone periodically for any text or missed call he might've left.

nothing.

you were so focused, you nearly missed mat's one goal of the night but your attention was brought to the game when you heard sydney shout his name.

you smiled as you watched him celebrate his goal, skating around the rink and shouting. you were too high up to see if he smiled the same way he did when he looked at ella, with that same look of pride. maybe you'd come back to another game to see it up close and personal for yourself.

the isles won 2-1.

sydney, ella, and you waited in the suite until the stands had mostly cleared out, then the three of you made your way down to the locker rooms. ella was out like a light, and you couldn't blame her. you were out later than you had been in months.

you and sydney made small talk while you waited for mat and matt. you watched as other players greeted their friends and family, smiling at the hugs and kisses going around.

it wasn't until matt martin came out that the tears started coming back. the way his face lit up at the sight of his wife, the kiss her gave her that was almost too inappropriate for a public place--

you would've given anything to be loved like that.

in the two years you'd dated jason, you couldn't remember him ever looking at you like that, like you were his entire universe.

you cleared your throat and rubbed at your eyes just in time for mat and tito to walk out.

"mama bear!" tito called. he started to jog over but slowed down when he saw ella asleep in the carrier.

mat, however, looked you over. his brows pulled together and his lips turned down in a small frown. it didn't make sense on the face of someone who shot the game winning goal.

but it made sense for an observant friend who noticed the plus one you came with.

"where's jason?" he asked.

"i--"

sydney cut in with a smile on her face as she dragged her husband over. "this is mat's nanny, babe. the one i was telling you about?"

you could've kissed her feet for the change in subject.

"nice to meet you in person, finally. barzy over here talks about you and ella all the time." matt stuck his hand out to shake, ignoring the glares of the other mat.

"well, we gotta get home to the girls," sydney said. "nice to meet you finally. maybe i'll see you at another game, yeah?" you smiled and nodded and watched as the happy couple walked away.

when they were finally out of sight, you turned your attention back to mat and tito, both whom looked a little too good in their suits.

"where's jason?" mat asked for the second time now that you didn't have another person around to interrupt you.

"he left," was all you said.

"he left you here? alone?"

you nodded. "and he took the car seat."

mat nodded and clenched his jaw while tito glanced back and forth between you two. "i'll drive you home. thankfully, he took the bonus car seat and not the one i use."

you mumbled a small thanks and watched dumbly as he scooped the diaper bag off your shoulder and put it on his own. "mat i can carry it just fine--"

"sounds like you've been carrying enough on your own. i got it."

you had no rebuttal, so you followed him and tito out to the garage. tito parted ways when you reached mat's car. he bid you a silent wave and smile as a form of goodbye and headed to his own vehicle.

you didn't speak until mat started the car. not even when the both of you were loading ella carefully into the car seat or putting the diaper bag in the back. you didn't even say anything when he handed you his phone to plug your address in.

it was silent until you mumbled a small "thank you."

"for what?" he asked.

'"for taking me home. for inviting me to the game even when jason..." you trailed off.

"when jason...?" he implored you to go on. you hesitated. "cmon, you've seen me at my worst, scared about this new baby and raising her. you can trust me."

you sighed. "jason kind of lost his mind tonight and made a huge scene. i tried apologizing to sydney but she wouldn't have it. i'm just sorry that we embarrassed you like that."

mat went real quiet for a second. and in the corner of your eye, you saw his fists grip the steering wheel a little tighter. "what did he say?"

"huh?"

"i saw the look on your face when we came out. he said something that upset you. what did he say?"

and how do you say you didn't remember words just feelings? you couldn't remember the insults he hurled your way, but you remembered the sting of his tone and the burn of his spit and the pure rage in his eyes. you could remember shaking like a leaf during fall and the cries of ella muffled by the jersey with her last name on the back and her father's number on the sleeve.

mat called your name. "i don't remember." he didn't look convinced. "i really don't. he said a lot of things but i blocked most of it out," you said thinking that would placate him.

if anything, it made him angrier.

but he didn't say anything, mainly because your apartment was approaching and he didn't have time. mat parked the car out in front of your building and turned his flashers on.

"you need me to walk you up?" he asked.

you shook your head. "you have ella in the back. i'll be fine."

"text me when you get inside."

any other day, you would've argued with him, but you were just glad someone cared enough about your wellbeing to ask, so you nodded and opened the door.

you got into the elevator, hands wringing themselves together. you wondered what you'd tell your roommate natalie, if you'd tell her anything. but considering how much jason liked to make your relationship business natalie's business, she probably already knew and she probably was waiting on the couch ready to chastise you.

the elevator doors opened at your floor. you walked down the hallway towards your front door. you pulled your phone out, ready to text mat when you heard noises coming from inside your apartment.

your first thought was: intruders. but when listening a little harder, it just sounded like moans. you rolled your eyes and carefully and quietly unlocked the door. only to be confronted with clothes strewn about the living area. natalie's shirt, shorts, socks, all leading on a less than ideal trail to her bedroom. you shouldn't be surprised given how active she's been lately. you just never expected it to be this in your face.

you continued into your apartment, two seconds away from texting mat when you saw it.

a rangers jersey.

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[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x fem reader.

you take abby, your best friend, to a gay bar.

warnings: alcohol, smut, oral sex, fingering, public sex. (all r!receiving).

hii !! happy pride month to you all ! <33 um .. so here's my gift in honor of this month hehe !! .. some friends to lovers w/ smut !! 💌💌 this is my first time writing like ,, proper smut (??) so i'm sorry if it's bad aah. .. anyway !! tysm for all the love on my posts!! makes me so happy !! ee <33 bisous !! 💭 �� (ps this gif is so OHMGOD .. her nose . need her so bad)

“you owe me, now.” abby said before opening the bar’s door, holding it for you. you rolled your eyes and walked into the crowded place, abby following you. it was loud. some people were dancing while others were sitting in corners, drinks in hands. you held abby’s wrist and walked through the dancefloor, making your way to the bar.

you sat down on a stool, and looked at the crowd. “you didn’t tell me we were coming to a gay bar.” abby yelled next to you. “well, if i told you, you would’ve said no. plus, it’s fun! you’ll see.” you answered, playfully hitting her shoulder. she smiled and called for the bartender. “what are you doing?” you asked abby who was holding her wallet. “are you blind? i’m paying for our drinks.”

“no, you’re not.” she put thirty dollars on the table, looking back at you, smirking. “yes, i am. you owe me even more, now.” you looked into her eyes and smiled. “whatever.”

the bartender came back with your drinks. “yours looks good! can i taste it?” you said as abby took a sip from her drink. she licked her lips and handed it to you. “didn’t realize it was so sweet.” you brought the straw to your lips, feeling abby’s eyes on them. the drink was indeed sweet – it tasted like cranberries and strawberries. you could barely taste the alcohol in it. you looked back at abby, the the straw still in between your lips. you noticed how her cheeks slightly turned pink when you turned to her. “s’good! really good.”

she smiled and took a sip from her glass. as she was looking at the people around, you took the time to look at her. she had her shoulders on the table, her hand holding her head and the other holding her drink. her hair was in its signature braid, two strands of hair falling on both sides of her face. she was wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. “are you done looking at me like that?” you could see a faint smirk on her lips. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” she chuckled and turned to you. “sure, love.”

the minutes passed and you were on your third drink. “can’t believe you’re still single. you’re tellin’ me no one wants to fuck you?” she snorted and looked back to you. “yeah, that’s exactly why i’m single.” abby was still sober, despite her second drink. you, on the other hand, were a little drunk. “d’you wanna dance?” abby shook her head. “c’mon, abs!” you whined. she drank from her glass and turned to you. “i’m not gonna dance. but you can go, i’ll stay here.” she smiled softly. you nodded and walked in the crowd of dancing people.

abby looked at your silhouette as you jumped and danced next to other people. she would’ve been a liar if she said she didn’t find you pretty tonight, or any other day, really. you were wearing a white shirt, some of the upper buttons undone, almost revealing your chest, and a tight pair of black jeans. you were smiling, and probably yelling the lyrics of the song that was playing.

“hey.” a girl sat next to abby. abby smiled politely at her and drank from her glass. “d’you wanna..” the girl said, bringing her index and middle finger on the sides of her mouth, her tongue out. abby looked at her, confused. “uh, no. thanks?” the girl sighed. “can i at least buy this gorgeous girl a drink?” she smiled and started rubbing abby’s arm. “no, sorry. i’m not interested.” abby said, shaking her arm. the girl didn’t bother saying goodbye and left.

abby focused back on the crowd, looking for you. it seemed you moved from the spot you were a few minutes before. abby looked around; on the other side of the bar, or in the sitting corners – but you were nowhere to be found. “god, where is she.” abby tried to call you a few times before realizing you had left your bag in her car.

she got up and went straight in the crowd, saying ‘sorry’s as she pushed people, trying to find you. she ended up asking someone if they saw you, describing you. “oh yeah! she was with this chick, and they went to the restrooms. they’re probably going at it right now!” the person laughed. abby clenched her jaw, thanking them and walking through the crowd towards the restrooms.

she opened the door. and there you were; sitting on the sink, making out with some stranger. abby walked towards you and grabbed your wrist, almost making you fall. “what the fuck!” you yelled out. abby walked out of the restrooms and still held your wrist firmly. you tried to get out of her grip but in vain.

once you two made it out of the bar, she let go of your wrist. you looked at her, angry. “what’s wrong with you?! i could’ve gone home with her!” abby was breathing heavily. “i’m the one that’s supposed to take you home!” she took a step back and brought her hands to her face. “christ.” she whispered. “you’re just jealous! because you don’t have anyone to kiss!” you yelled out. abby chuckled. “mhm. sure.” she answered, staring at you, crossing her arms. “it’s not because no boys want to shag you that you get to ruin my one night stands! you don’t get to ruin that!” you said, pointing a finger at her.

you were now close to abby, your finger almost touching her. abby was still staring at you, her arms crossed. “you come here and you ruin my fucking life – just like that!” your voice cracked a little. “you don’t get to do that, abby! stop doing this to me!” you shouted, trying to push abby. she didn’t move one bit.

abby held your hands in hers, making you look up at her. “are you done?” she asked gently. you didn’t answer, your eyes going up and down between her eyes and her lips.

she smiled and kissed you softly. “do i get to do that?” she smiled. you nodded, your lips finding hers. “please.” you whined against her lips. abby took you back to her car, opening the back seat door.

“here?” you asked, unsure. abby smirked and kissed you. “mhm. we both need it, don’t we?” she closed the door. abby started leaving kisses on your neck. “but – what if people see us?” abby bit the skin on your shoulder and looked back at you. “don’t worry ‘bout that.” you smiled and kissed her.

she kissed your neck as she unbuttoned your shirt. “fuck –” she said as she cupped your breast in her hands, making you gasp. “i knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” abby licked your left nipple before sucking on it, making you moan. she did the same with the right nipple, while pinching on your left one. you could feel her cunt against your knee, rubbing against it each time she moved a bit. “fuck – abby... i need you. please.”

she sucked the skin in between your breasts before unzipping your pants. “wait, abs. you’ve never done this before, have you?” she looked up at you and smirked. “i’ll just do what i’ve been dreaming of, i guess.” you blushed at the remark and leaned down to kiss her before standing up a bit so she could pull your jeans down to your ankles.

“look at that.” she said, caressing you through your underwear. “is that wet spot just for me?” you looked down at her. “mhm. for you.” she slapped your clothed cunt, making you bite your lip. “it better be.”

she didn’t take your underwear off at first. she brought a finger to your lips and traced your slit. you brought your hand down. “no.” she said, holding it. “you don’t get to touch yourself. i’m the one who gets to do that tonight.” she smirked at you before putting her face between your legs, her nose against your clit and her lips against yours. she moved her face in order to stimulate your clit and licked you through the fabric. “please, abby.” you rubbed yourself against her nose, moaning each time it felt a little too good.

“do i get to taste you? you owe it to me, don’t you?” she said, playing with the elastic of your underwear. you nodded frantically letting her pull it down with your jeans. she groaned at the view. “s’pretty...” she parted your lips and smiled. “so wet f’me..” she brought the tip of her index finger and rubbed it in between your lips. “so fucking wet.”

you looked down as abby was leaving small kisses on your inner thighs and over your clit. she put her tongue out, making you moan. “such a pretty pussy.. all f’me.” you couldn’t help but grind against her face. “please, abby. need you...” you whined. she lowered her mouth, her tongue was now playing with your lips. she looked up to see you mouth open, eyes slightly closed – you looked gorgeous like that. she took two fingers to part your lips before she pushed the tip of her tongue inside you. she groaned, feeling the warmth and wetness on her tongue. she continued licking, earning beautiful sounds from you. your hands found their way behind her head. you were shamelessly grinding against her as her tongue went deeper inside of you.

she groaned whenever you moaned her name, whenever she felt you push her head forward. “abby – fuck. feels s’good.” you pouted. abby moaned and took her tongue out, looking up. “you taste so good, my love.” her lips were pink and glistening with your juices, you whined at that sight. she kissed you, making you taste herself on her tongue.

abby sat next to you. “don’t close your legs, just yet.” she ordered, putting her hand between your thighs. her hand made its way to your clit. you gasped when she applied pressure on it. “want you to cum on my fingers, baby. can you do that?”

“mhm!” you tried to hold your moans, as she rubbed your clit, looking out the window next to you. you almost forgot that you were in her car – too focused on her. “don’t look outside, baby. look at me.” she ordered.

she kissed you passionately, rubbing your clit at a faster pace. you started grinding into the seat, making abby smile. “you’re making a mess, aw.” you whined as she slapped your cunt with her other hand. “such a good girl.” abby said, getting some of your wetness up to your clit.

she continued rubbing it, adding more stimulation when she used her other hand to play with your breasts. you couldn’t stop moaning, your hips moving against abby’s hand. “‘m close.. abby.” she smirked and kissed your neck. “you owe me, remember? so you better cum when i tell you to.” she whispered. you clenched around nothing – which abby noticed and quickly used the hand that was on your breast to finger you. “let’s see if you can take two fingers, mmh?”

abby put her index and middle finger inside of you, making you gasp and moan when you felt them moving inside of you. “fuck. abby! please!” you were a whiny mess, begging abby to let you cum, moving your hips in chase of your orgasm. abby smirked when she felt you clench around her fingers, pumping in and out of your cunt faster. you were moaning loudly, and she secretly hoped that the girl you were making out with earlier heard how good she made you feel.

“i’m gonna cum!” abby kissed you, rubbing your clit with her thumb as her fingers curled up inside of you. “c’mon, cum for me. cum for me, y/n.” she continued to finger you, rubbing your clit faster. you opened your mouth against her lips, a loud moan coming out of it, her fingers still inside of you as you finally came. abby kissed your jaw as you were catching your breath. “mhm, just like that baby. such a good girl.”

she looked down while pulling out her fingers out, looking at how much they were glistening. she brought them to your mouth. “open for me.” you opened and sucked on her fingers, making a ‘pop’ sound when letting them out. “s’good.” abby kissed you, licking your tongue.

“it was so good, abs...” you said, putting your jeans back on. you looked at her and kissed her. “i don’t owe you shit now, do i?” abby smiled. “mmh, do you?” she joked before kissing you once more. “c’mon, i’m taking us home.”

[pbelfz]

Two to One | 13 |

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader x Midoriya Chapter Title: Default Dance Chapter 12 | Chapter 14 Story Masterlist Summary: You are a simple college girl working at a cheap, back alley café! The top heroes, Deku and Ground Zero, visit your work in hopes of ordering coffee, but they pick something else up instead. You begin an interesting relationship with the pair, while slowly becoming aware of certain underhanded tactics they are using. Idolization isn't always that bad... Right?

WARNINGS: controlling, manipulative?

Deku never smiled as much as he did on television.

Izuku came down with a hearty fever within the first two nights of (Y/n) officially moving in.

Katsuki was quick to point his finger at her, blaming her for bringing her city germs into the house, but Izuku insisted one of his high school interns was coughing in his office a few days prior. Regardless, Katsuki kept his distance from both of them.

In the few hours he was awake, Izuku worked from home, sending reports to his agency secretaries and signing off on investigation collaborations. He slept most of the day otherwise, leaving (Y/n) alone in the spacious house.

All of her personal belongings were relocated to the new house, but it’d been an overwhelming feat to unpack most of the boxes – not that she had that many to begin with. Still, it gnawed at her how final this all seemed. She couldn’t help but feel like she jumped the gun a little too quickly when she saw the face her RA gave her when they exchanged lease documentation.

She’d never lived with any of her previous partners before. What would she tell Hana if she wanted to come over to hang out? Would Deku or Katsuki even be okay with her having guests at all? The last time she recalled needing approval for friends visiting was when she lived with her parents.

Her frown tightened as she performed the next dance move of Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani. She remained sour even as the TV screen dinged, signifying a perfect score.

Izuku groaned into the pillow, hearing the music travel up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Even with the door closed, it grew harder and harder for him to block out the nasally ‘Nana na na na na’s, the ache in his head pulsing with each beat, right behind his forehead. He texted (Y/n) a few minutes ago to turn the TV down, but she must not have seen it. He supposed this was his cue to get up.

Izuku – slowly, with no urgency about him – made his way to the kitchen. His cold was getting worse, but he didn’t want to worry Katsuki or (Y/n). He glanced at (Y/n) in the living room once he reached the bottom of the stairs, and on a normal day, his interest would’ve piqued to see her playing Just Dance.

However, today was not that day.

He turned and continued to the kitchen.

Izuku’s eyes could hardly stay open as he made himself a cup of peppermint tea, adding some honey for his throat. He took his time with it. Why not, right? Gwen Stefani was serenading him.

Deku never smiled as much as he did on television. That was one of the first things (Y/n) noticed when she moved in.

‘If I was a rich girl, nana na na na na–,’

(Y/n) was completely enthralled in the game, but once she turned around for a spin, she locked eyes with Izuku, who was leaning against the wall with his cup of tea.

“EE-eezuku!” She covered her mouth to conceal the tail end of her yelp before scrambling to finally turn off that damn game. “How long–?”

“Did you get my text?” Izuku cut (Y/n) off more harshly than intended, which took her by surprise. He’s never the one to do that. Izuku noticed his slip-up as quickly as she did, and he took a sip of his tea, glancing at the floor.

“No, I left my phone upstairs. What did it say?” (Y/n)’s voice was soft, worried that she missed something important. Izuku shifted his weight, his reply just as soft as hers, much gentler than his previous interruption.

“I was just trying to sleep,” his gaze flickered to the TV hanging on the wall behind her. (Y/n) got the hint.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

Izuku nodded before turning away, withdrawing from her. “It’s okay.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel compelled to follow him to the kitchen.

“How are you feeling?”

Izuku opened the fridge, bending over to check the lower shelves for something quick to eat. “Better.”

“Good.” She withheld the urge to feel his forehead to check his fever.

Izuku grabbed some bread, meat, and cheese to make a sandwich. He didn’t look at (Y/n) as he reached for condiments, which were right next to her.

Is he really that upset that she didn’t turn the TV down?

“Are you mad at me?”

It’s only natural to ask.

Izuku finally looked up at (Y/n), his face almost appalled at the question. “No,” was all he offered before biting into his sandwich and walking past her. “Just tired. And sick.”

He left her in the kitchen by herself.

With all of the audacity Katsuki carries, (Y/n) never anticipated how attentive he was towards Izuku.

She felt creepy, watching from the doorway as Katsuki spoon-fed Izuku the last of the homemade soup his mother dropped off. (Y/n) was in class when Mitsuki came by, but from what little Katsuki shared of his homelife, the Bakugous were a gourmet family, so it was no surprise they had their own recipe for everything.

Regardless of how big the house was, (Y/n) still felt lumpy and in the way. Katsuki brushed by her when they crossed paths in the hallways, almost purposefully knocking shoulders with hers. She didn’t have the heart to ask him if he actually was doing it on purpose, though; she still felt like a guest here.

More so now than ever, as she watched Katsuki kneel by the edge of bed, stroking the back of Izuku’s neck. Izuku was dozing off with a cooling pad on his forehead. They were muttering to each other about something, and Katsuki wore just a hint of a smile on his face as he monitored a drowsy Deku. (Y/n) didn’t want to interrupt them. They surely noticed she was there, but Katsuki wasn’t going to make an effort to call her in; Izuku was the priority at the moment. She observed how they looked at each other, and a black, tarry pit in her stomach kept telling her it was different from how they looked at her. Their hands found one another, Katsuki’s thickened skin naturally a comfort for Izuku, just as Izuku’s scars were for Katsuki.

(Y/n) hoped she caught the flu next week.

She turned and went back downstairs.

Days passed, and Izuku’s cold lessened into an irritating sore throat.

Izuku became antsy, not accustomed to being away from work for so long. The house was spotless from the compulsive cleaning he did when Katsuki wasn’t around (he would’ve gotten yelled at). (Y/n) gently suggested he continue resting, but her words went ignored. She then offered to help but was disregarded. That was fine with her; she was behind on her assignments because of her shifts at Satou’s.

Izuku’s weights clanged in the basement gym while she proofread a 10-page essay. (Y/n)’s fingers tapped on the keyboard, unable to focus on her work as she listened to her boyfriend work out. Two minutes passed, and there was silence. (Y/n) fixed a sentence on her document.

Clang!

She paused and waited.

Silence for another minute.

(Y/n) read another paragraph.

Clang!

Her concentration muddled once more, she groaned and closed her laptop.

Izuku almost instantly threw himself back into hero duty the second Katsuki’s mothering radar subsided.

The Bakugou-Midoriya-(Y/n) household found what their “normal” was.

Disgruntled Katsuki.

Overworked Izuku.

Unoccupied (Y/n).

It’s not like she was necessarily waiting for them to do anything with her! It’s just this situation screamed “roommates”. Isn’t that what they were now, though? Roommates with benefits, except they haven’t done anything sexual since Izuku’s got sick. (Y/n) wanted to talk to the two heroes to clear up any boundaries, but the throuple were hardly ever in the house at the same time. (Y/n) busied herself with schoolwork, carrying about her business as she usually would back in her apartment, except now there were two hunkering men lumbering about.

“Deku and I made dinner reservations for all of us tomorrow,” Katsuki mentioned over his shoulder.

Neither of them bothered to mention this to her before right now. (Y/n) tightened her lip to keep from rolling her eyes.

“I don’t think I can go. I’m going out tomorrow,” (Y/n) pondered aloud, scrolling through Instagram on her phone.

Katsuki’s attention, previously only halfway in the conversation, was now yanked fully into it. He finished his rep, setting the weighted barbell above him on the bar holder before sitting up on the bench. Sweat gleamed from his torso, and he grabbed the nearest rag to wipe his forehead.

“This is the first time I’m hearing about this,” he grunted, glancing up at (Y/n). She shrugged, still invested in her phone.

“I guess it was kinda last minute.” A slight jab.

Katsuki was quiet for a moment, trying to be careful about his words. “Does Deku know?” He asked, trekking over to the dumbbells.

“Does Deku know what?” Izuku suddenly called from beyond the basement stairs, the sound of the front door closing behind him. (Y/n) glanced upwards, noting how Deku always appeared at just the right moment.

Izuku took his sneakers off in the foyer, exchanging them for his slippers before bounding down the stairs. He was noticeably tired, and even though he wasn’t in his hero costume anymore, his clothes still seemed worn. He may have run into another villain on the way home.

Katsuki snorted a dry laugh, giving (Y/n) a look as he began another set for his workout. The dumbbells were bigger than (Y/n)’s head.

“I’m just going to a karaoke party tomorrow. Maybe some barhopping,” (Y/n) peeped from her place on the floor next to the weight rack. Katsuki glanced at his partner.

Izuku’s mouth tightened ever so slightly, but only Katsuki caught it. “Oh.”

“Who are you going with?” Izuku asked, hiding the hesitance in his tone as he stepped further into the basement.

Katsuki set the dumbbells down much quieter than Izuku did. (Y/n) didn’t know why they were making such a big deal about this.

“Hana. My coworker from Satou’s.”

Both men appeared to be in thought.

Izuku spoke first. “We can talk about it after we shower, okay?” He suggested with a soft smile, leaning back as an invitation for (Y/n) to follow him upstairs to the bathroom. (Y/n) remained seated on the gym floor.

“What’s the big deal?” She asked. Part of her was looking for a fight; they felt it. She wanted to do something with her friends, and they finally decided now was the time to give her attention? Katsuki and Izuku looked at each other. Katsuki was more reclusive than Izuku when voicing his concerns, so he withdrew as he wiped the bench down with a rag. Izuku sighed.

“We’re just worried,” Izuku spoke for the both of them, as he naturally did. (Y/n) blinked, setting her phone to the side as she prepared to hear them out.

“About what? I’m gonna be with my friends.”

Izuku scratched the back of his ear and stepped over to her, crouching down to her height on the floor.

“Everyone there is cool, I promise,” (Y/n) softened her voice, trying to comfort them further.

“(Y/n), we’re concerned about the college culture.”

(Y/n) furrowed her brow at that and glanced at Katsuki, who was watching the exchange.

“What do you mean by th–?”

“Just don’t be a whore,” Katsuki all but blurted as he picked up his water bottle and started chugging.

“Katsuki!” Izuku shouted over his shoulder. The volume didn’t seem to affect Katsuki, but it made (Y/n) jump. There was a beat of silence, as if Izuku was debating on yelling something else, but instead he turned back to look at her with an apologetic expression.

“We’re just worried about drinking and all that,” Izuku tried to explain, returning to his regular pitch. (Y/n) glanced between both of his eyes and held her tongue because she was about to tell him he sounded more like a father than a hero. “While they may not be villains, some people can do pretty villainous things, like slip something into your drink. If you’re going to drink, keep your drink on your person, and try not to take your eye off of it,” Izuku warned. (Y/n) shifted, and although she felt like he was overexaggerating everything, she still felt uneasy under his gaze.

“Yeah, I know…”

“And can you text our groupchat when you get there tomorrow? What time is it at? And the address?” Izuku asked, pulling his personal phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, of course. I was going to, anyway,” (Y/n) picked her own phone back up to check her texts with Hana. “Karaoke is at around 8:30 PM at 228 Yugun.”

“Text every thirty minutes,” came Katsuki’s request. (Y/n) looked over at him, then back at Izuku, who seemed to be typing the address and time into his phone reminders. There wasn’t any rebuttal from the other hero, so this seemed to be a consensus between the two of them.

“Okay.”

It was so much easier to socialize with Hana by (Y/n)’s side.

(Y/n) cheered along with everyone as Hana completed the song on the screen. It wasn’t perfect, but Hana laughed off her mistakes, something (Y/n) always admired about her.

Their other friend from school, Chiharu, was a naturally gifted singer and was getting high score after high score on each song. Natsuko and Jin, who were dating, sang a duet but were too tipsy to get a score above 37%. Every time someone offered (Y/n) the mic, she politely declined, satisfied with simply sipping on her drink and eating some of the platter.

“Jin fucked that one up that time!” Natsuko laughed, slipping her jacket off and resting it on the seat behind her. Jin was carefree and good-natured. Patient. Everyone in the group knew Jin and Nat were a good match. Jin was flipping through the available list of songs, her shoulder-length hair swaying when she wiped some of the beer from her lip.

“You can’t blame all of that on me,” Jin retorted playfully. Chiharu suddenly shot up from her seat, pointing at the screen.

“Wait! Pick that one! Pick that one! I know the Tiktok dance to it.”

“Oh, God, nooooooo, boooooo,” Hana moaned with a thumbs down.

“Wait, no, I wanna see her do it!” Came Nat from the other side of the room.

(Y/n) sunk into the couch, cradling her drink as she glanced from person to person, a blissful smile on her face. After a dedicated discussion, Jin finally picked the Tiktok song. Just as Chiharu was warming up for her dance, (Y/n)’s phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her bag.

(09:48) Katsuki : What time you coming back?

(09:50) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : not sure yet

Katsuki is typing…

(09:50) Katsuki : Can you ask?

(Y/n) sighed and scratched her head.

(09:51) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : i asked. No one knows

Katsuki started typing again. He was typing for a while, but then the bubble disappeared. (Y/n) stared at the screen. He began typing again.

(09:53) Katsuki :  Deku’s picking you up

(09:53) Katsuki :  When you’re done.

(Y/n) replied with a thumbs up emoji.

(09:54) Katsuki : So let us know when you’re almost done, so he can head over there.

(09:54) Katsuki : Are you drinking?

Jesus Christ, Katsuki can talk when he wants to. (Y/n) shifted in her seat, setting her drink down on the table in front of her so she can type with both hands. Hana eyed her.

(09:55) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : I will

(Y/n) didn’t know if he responded because she shoved her phone back into her bag. She looked over and saw Hana already looking at her.

“You okay?” Hana asked.

“Oh, yeah. Just group project stuff.”

Hana nodded, understanding. Nat then came over and handed mics to her and (Y/n).

“I picked out this duet just for you two.”

(Y/n) and Hana stood on the curb with their arms locked at the elbow as they waved goodbye to their friends, watching the three of them stumble away in the direction of their apartments. Jin and Natsuko lived together, and Chiharu lived in the complex around the corner from them. Hana lived on the opposite side of the city campus, so (Y/n) offered to walk her. They were both laughing at a video someone posted on Twitter of the Deku Fortnite skin.

“Why didn’t they include Shoto? Dynamight and Deku, but no Shoto?”

“I don’t know, maybe he didn’t approve it,” (Y/n) remarked, watching Deku’s character dance on Hana’s phone. “And with good reason.”

“And Dynamight did?!”

(Y/n) shrugged, sputtering a laugh. “Maybe Dynamight likes the game.” By force of habit, (Y/n) pulled her own phone out of her bag to check her notifications. She ended up ignoring it for most of the night, so she couldn’t imagine what she missed.

To her surprise, she only missed one text from Katsuki and one text from Izuku. Izuku was letting her know the time he was picking her up at, which was… in 3 minutes.

(Y/n) stopped walking, her sudden halt pulling Hana back. Hana looked at her, confused.

“So, my ride is actually a few minutes away, and I only gave them the address to the karaoke bar…”

Hana understood, and she smiled. “Oh, okay! Text me when you get home?”

(Y/n) didn’t think Hana realized she didn’t live on campus anymore.

“Of course.”

Izuku pulled up to the curb in the sleek black car he and Katsuki alternated driving. They had other cars, but they both must’ve preferred this one. It was 1 in the morning, and the streets were starting to quiet down.

He wordlessly unlocked the car, and (Y/n) popped into the passenger side, smiling. Izuku didn’t give much of a greeting as he pulled off as soon as she buckled in.

(Y/n) broke the silence first. “I didn’t know you were in Fortnite.”

It was dark in the car, but (Y/n) could see the way his brow furrowed as he drove, as if he were trying to recall what on earth she was referring to.

“Katsuki’s in Fortnite, too,” she giggled. “Your costumes look a lot different, though.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he was no louder than a mumble as he looked past (Y/n) to make a turn.

(Y/n) sunk into her seat, taking this as her cue to leave him alone. Where Katsuki pushed her when he was upset, Izuku ignored her.

“How was your night?” He finally asked, after the lights of the city became sparser. (Y/n) perked up.

“It was a lot of fun! I was a little nervous to sing, so I spent a lot of time watching my friends, but Hana and I did a song together near the end.”

She didn’t know, but Izuku could smell the alcohol on (Y/n)’s breath, and he slightly turned his head away from her as she spoke.

“You have a lot to drink?” He asked quietly, a hand leaving the steering wheel to scratch his ear.

“No, not a lot.”

“How much?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t really–”

“How much, (Y/n)?”

(Y/n) looked over at him, blinking. Izuku’s gaze was still fixed on the road.

“I think no more than five,” she peeped. She watched him.

Izuku continued driving. They were almost home.

“You think?”

“I think, yeah.”

He was silent. He made another turn, and the light from a streetlamp shined down on half of his face, so (Y/n) could finally discern him. He appeared unaffected.

(Y/n) didn’t know what else to say, and whatever buzz she was feeling before quickly dissipated. She sat there with her hands folded in her lap. If this was Katsuki, she would’ve yelled back at him, but this was Izuku. Izuku has a different command about him.

The car was parked, and (Y/n) looked up. They were home. Izuku turned the car off, but he didn’t unbuckle. He turned to (Y/n), the light from the porch finally illuminating his face enough to give (Y/n) an emotion she recognized: pity.

“Please try to keep track next time.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what to say.

“Okay…”

Izuku got out of the car, closed the door, and headed inside with his hands in his pockets, leaving (Y/n) alone in the car.

[honestlydarkprincess]

writing patterns

tagged by @wikiangela !!

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars

When Buck had agreed to change flights because of overbooking, he hadn’t been told that the flight they wanted him to switch to wasn’t for another four hours. He was exhausted. He had already waited for his connection and now he had to wait even longer? By the time he boards the new flight its with a scowl and bloodshot eyes. He had spent his four hour wait sipping shitty coffee, draining the battery on his phone, and fighting a migraine.

that should have been plan A

Jake knew he was running late, that he was supposed to have met the other Daggers about thirty minutes ago, but he had had a bit of a fashion emergency.

this is gonna get long so to save ur dash i'll be the rest under the cut!

don't let go

“Well, that was a fucking exhausting shift,” Buck groaned, following Eddie into the Diaz house.

you chase away the pain

Gwen hummed to herself as she walked to her lady’s chambers, a pep in her step that was always there when she was about to see Morgana. Her crush was a doomed one, there was no way that Morgana would ever feel the same way towards her, but she couldn’t help it. Morgana was beautiful, strong, and kind. Who wouldn’t fall for her?

i only want you

Clarke had known it was a stupid idea to go to the party. She didn’t want to go to a party in the first place but Finn had insisted and Clarke had given in, desperate to try and make things work with him. She didn’t like him all that much but at least he was a distraction from her soul crushing crush on Bellamy Blake, her best friend’s older brother. Bellamy was a few years older than them and lived off campus while Clarke shared a dorm with Octavia, his sister.

think pawsitive

“Maddie, you don’t understand, he’s being weird,” Buck whined, throwing up his arms as he paced in front of the TV. He turned towards his sister and raised a brow. “Are you even listening to me?”

a gift i've never gotten before

Buck was nervous.

until you're feline better

“Alright, Ember, what do you think?” Buck asked, turning around and facing the kitten— who was starting to outgrow the title of kitten— that was perched on his bed, watching him intently. Buck was getting ready for a date with Tommy— it was their six month anniversary and Tommy said that he wanted to take Buck someplace special so Buck had gotten dressed up.

and it was purrfect

Buck was exhausted.

you gotta be kitten me

A few weeks after Tommy had turned his world upside down— in the very best way, of course— Buck was walking with him after a lovely dinner and trying to work up the courage to grab his hand. They walked side by side, shoulders brushing, and Buck was very aware that Tommy was right there, that he could just reach out and grab his hand and there was nothing stopping him. He could hold his boyfriend’s hand if he wanted to. That never failed to make him smile— he had a boyfriend now. They hadn’t talked about labels yet but internally Buck had started to think of Tommy as his boyfriend. He just hadn’t gotten the courage yet to ask him. First he’d work on holding his hand, then he’d ask about having the boyfriend talk.

wow okay the pattern is that i like a long ass intro

n ee way

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @lonelychicago, @monsterrae1, @watchyourbuck

@father-salmon, @underwaterninja13, @devirnis, @itdoesntrhyme, @insecuregodcomplex

@thiamsxbitch, @remembertheskittles, @maygrantgf, @beyourownanchor6, @exhuastedpigeon

[planetaryaether]

Master Post of Blackrock Resources/Information

Every once-in-a-while I’ll get people asking about various pieces of lore or content regarding Blackrock, so I have decided to aggregate it all in one place to make things easier on everyone. If there is anything I have missed, just let me know and I would be happy to track it down and add it! Special thanks to  @fictitiousdreamer,  yogurtyogitup, and @gonic2 for helping gather information!

If anyone knows where I can find old (like 2013/2014) JingleJam streams please lmk! That is the last major place I need to check for info!

Series Playlist Additional Relevant Moments Duncan’s Lab Episodes 3, 10, and 34 (Set Before the Prequels) Duncan’s Lab Episode 64 (After S2E4 of Blackrock) Feed The World Episode 8 (Sometime Between S2 & S3)

Blackrock Songs: "Our Blackrock Story Carries On" - Lyrics ”Sjin and Duncan are Going to Die” "Baby It's Cold Outside” "Blackrock’s Back” Version 1 and 2, Lyrics Zoey's Official Blackrock Playlist Post Functional Zoey’s Playlist (original has broken links) “Do You Want to Craft a Golem” Origin Text Post Enderboy - Lyrics Engineering “Duncan, Why Did You Plant That Bomb?” (based on “Fries” from Adventure Time) Lyrics "Remember You" Not technically Blackrock but it had a BlackRock caption so I am including it for completeness "Blackrock Bunch" Text post "Fresh Princess" Non-Canon Text post

End of Series Lore Posts: End of Series Announcement Post  Zoey Related Lore  (URLs linked are broken, fixed link here, thanks @emimations) End of Series Lore Rest of Cabertown Plotline Nilesy’s Baby Jim Journal: pg 1, pg 2

Rythian Lore: Personality in 5 Words Hair Streak Changing Eye Color Used To Know Science Physical Description Who Knows What's Under the Mask Cost of Magic Living Without EE Feelings on Simon/Lewis Cape Origin Official Headcanons Rythian Journal (Gametee) Lore

Zoey: Face Markings Origin of the Mushroom Theme Robot Arm Jailhouse 6 Art Jailhouse 6 Sketches Season 3 Pre-episode post On Returning to the Enclave Disarming the Nuke Additional (unused) Score Fear of the End Zoey Supercomputer Official HC More Jeff Computer Stuff Mushroom Stew/Soup Mechanics

Teep: Inclusion of Teep Teep Vs Ringo Use of Creative Mode Accidental Deaths

Duncan: Forcefield Setup Forcefield Scene Recording Keeping an Eye on Duncan S3 Duncan Planting the Nuke

End Lore: Characterization of the Princess  Enderbane Lore Enderbane Supplemental Enderdragon Rebirth

Misc Lore: 10 Year Anniversary Stream Highlights (various lore/behind-the-scenes info) Baby Jim Origin Baby Jim Origin 2 Almost Cannibalism NewPool Build How Death Works Name of the World Accidental Destruction of Cabertown Rebuilding of Cabertown Realm Of Dawn’s Relationship to the Brightlands Blackrock S1-S3 Posters Blackrock 3.5 Poster (Supernatural Themed) Season 3 Design Concept

Collaborations/Relevant Other Series Lore: Sips Co Enderman Near Flux Buddies Collaboration Near Early Nuke Detonation Canon Status of Other Series Bow to Kill Ender Dragon (KirbyCraft) named after Zoey Second Sips Co Factory MB Zoey vs Blackrock Zoey

The Princess Short Story: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Fun/Noncanon Asks/Moments: Cabertown Fathersday Textpost Umbrella Rythian Hypothetical Jailhouse 6 Tour Fishton Origins

Part 2 of the Master Post Since I Hit the Link Limit (lol)

[kingofthe-egirls]

STOWAWAY: LUFFY x HIYORI

(cw: you are still the narrator, wano spoilers, hiyori gets sick from motion sickness, food/eating)

Songs: “Leader Of A New Regime” by Lorde

words: 1.4k

****

Luffy sits across from you, his legs spread and dangling from the wooden crate he’s straddling. He’s appraising you, his eyes hazy and his soft lips parted. He’s staring at your frame shamelessly. His crew is somewhere above deck, far away from this smuggled-into, tiny space.

Mugiwara no Luffy.

He’s sliding his strawberry tongue across his lower lip. A small, raspy breath leaves him as he kicks a sandaled heel against the wooden crate. He swings his leg, the dark hair shadowing his calf muscles.

“What’s your name, stowaway?”

He asks you, plainly.

His black coat sits heavy around his shoulders, his red cardigan left open over soft, strengthened abs. You shift, in the barrel he’d seen you pop out of after he’d spied you in this closet space. You lick your lips, switching between the lies in your mind you’ve studied like prayers.

“Hiyori.”

It’s your true name,

the one your father

gave you.

He smirks, pleased. “Nice to meetcha, Hiyori!” He says your name plainly, with an accent so different from your own dialect. He says it like—Hee-ya-or-ee—as he sounds it out. He seems to like its taste.

“Same,” you murmur.

He squats on the crate, his sandals firmly planted with his heels flat on the wood. You scratch the back of your neck, behind your satin collar.

“So, whatcha stowin’ away for?” He tilts his head, steady in balance even as the ship tips in rapid waves. Your own stomach is seasick, sweat beading cold along your face.

You swipe away the moisture on your soft upper lip. “Escaped,” You whisper, throat scratchy. You haven’t had fresh water in several days.

His expression scrunches, as he stares at you with a crooked head.

“Saw your wanted poster—in the News Coo,” You say, stepping out of the barrel on shaky feet. You’re wearing plum, pleated pants that billow out before tucking in at your ankles. Your kimono is a matching plum satin that’s embroidered with cream-silk cherry blossoms. Your wooden sandals clack on the storage room’s floor. You reach out to steady yourself on a nearby crate. “Sick—,” You warn, heavy-headed, before swallowing down the bile in your throat.

Strawhat Luffy suddenly hops down from his perch, his face stricken as he closes the short distance between you. His hands are warm and soothing as they cradle your face. “Hey…,” He whispers, worried, “Are you okay?”

You shake your head.

Your stomach churns.

Luffy sees you turn to wretch into the barrel you’d just been stowing away inside. It smells vile.

“Sorry…,” you rasp, swiping the back of your hand across your mouth.

Luffy is silent, before grabbing your hand and leading you upstairs.

****

It’s four days, before you’re allowed to leave the infirmary bed.

Sanji—chef with an even stranger accent than Luffy’s—is sitting next to you, spoon feeding you ginger soda.

“Slow sips,” he’s saying, his voice gentle and quiet. His flaxen hair is sifting over one eye.

“S’okay…,” You say, reaching for the bottle yourself. You’re sick of feeling sick. “I can drink the rest myself.”

Sanji scowls, but he hands you the green-glass bottle. You sip from it, gently. Eventually, your stomach settles.

“So…are you looking to join our crew?” He sits back in his chair, splayed out legs strong and lithe beneath his black slacks. The style is so strange here. So varied.

Searching the ceiling for answers, you suck your teeth as you decide what to say next. The spiderweb in the rafter isn’t helping you much at all.

“Sort of…,” you say, drawling out the words as slowly as syrup. They taste strange on your tongue, too.

“Is someone after you?”

You shake your head.

Sanji stares at you, his eyes burning hot coals into the side of your face.

You study the floor.

“So, what is it you want, Hiyori?”

You stare at the floorboards, your eyes focusing in on the glossy wood. There’s an acorn-shaped spot of knotted wood. It doesn’t help keep your head from spinning, and your saliva still tastes like ginger.

You sip the soda, and

speak:

“Freedom.”

****

So now you’re straddling the neck of the Going Merry’s goathead. Your hands steady yourself as you spill your stories to Strawhat Luffy.

He’s scrunching his eyebrows at you: drawn dark and serious over brown, sunlit eyes. He’s silently listening.

“…and I just wouldn’t. He said I had to, so I left. Escaped. Swam in a barrel until I somehow found my way to your ship. I need ya,” you sigh, swiping your hand across your face as you slurp up the sweet juice of the plums he’s feeding you.

“Need me?”

You nod, sinking your teeth into the plum’s scarlet flesh.

“Aren’t ya supposed to be the best, most dangerous pirate in the seas? News Coo says so much shit about ya,” You swallow, squishing the stone fruit between your forefinger and thumb. You steal another bite. “So you’re the person I want to have help me…find something. M’not sure what it is yet,” you sigh, seeing him perk up at your words. You stare at the plum’s stone heart. You scratch it with your thumbnail as you speak. “It’s silly, but…i have ambitions, y’know?”

“Dreams?”

Strawhat Luffy finishes your sentence. He regards you with softness: curious and honest.

You nod.

“What are your dreams, Hiyori?” He asks, sparkles in his eyes shot gold from the sun. He grins, radiant.

Fuck.

“Um…,” You stare at the side of the ship, at the sea’s choppy waves. The boat rocks still, but ginger and plums have settled your stomach—somewhat. You scrunch your nose. “I’m not sure…of the specifics. Yet. It’s something—with dreams. And…stars. And moonlight. But that’s it,” You say as you shake your head. Your thoughts are so scattered—so symbolic.

“It’s a song.”

Strawhat Luffy tilts his head. “A song?” He seems curious, intelligent. Interested. Chewing your lip, you respond.

“Yeah…a song. Something so—beautiful, that. Everyone else will listen to it and…say that they’re in love with me,” you trail off, swallowing the last of your plum piece.

Luffy scratches his head.

“Sounds like ya just kinda want someone to fall in love with ya,” he snickers. He sees your maddening blush and stops in his tracks. “S-sorry! I wasn’t meaning to be rude—,”

“No, it’s alright,” you snicker, scrunching your nose as you shrug in defeat. “That’s a way more honest way of saying it.”

“So,” he touches your knee, leaning in like he’s whispering you a secret, “What is it you actually dream about?”

“Sex,” you whisper, sedated by his chestnut eyes and sweet stone fruits.

“Sex?” He asks, tilting his head in earnest curiosity. You nod, far too risky with your own honesty.

“Sex is something I’ve dreamed about for a really, really long time. It’s something I really wanna start having, so that I know what it is and if it’s something I wanna keep doing. Y’know? So…for sex to start happening, I need…someone in my life. Who sees me. And…”

Here is where you turn sheepish.

“…falls in love with me.”

Silence.

Luffy is staring at you, his eyes tracing your features like he’s an artist studying a painting. His breath is sweet, as he speaks in whispers, “Is…sex something you need, from me?” He asks it curiously, appreciatively, as if he’s admiring you for saying such a secret thing.

You swallow.

“So…yeah,” you admit, fearsome blush staining your cheeks rosy. He smiles as you fidget with your fingers in your lap. They’re still sticky from the shared plums.

“Is that why ya liked my wanted poster?” He grins, all teeth.

You nod.

“Shishishi!” He snickers, hand on the back of his head to keep his sunny hat in place. He rocks back and forth, pleased. “Seriously?” He asks, wide grin only getting wider. He shrugs, delighted. “Me?”

You nod, sober as the sea breeze blows wispy turquoise hairs across your face. Your voice is steady.

“You.”

He smiles even wider now, as he slaps the back of his hand against your kneecap. He stands, letting out a satisfied grunt. “Welp!” He says as he helps you stand up, “We’d better get started,” he supports your elbow as he helps you stumble down from the Merry’s sheephead.

“Started on what?” You ask, flushed and rosy from the brief physical contact. He stares at you like he’s confused as to why you’re not getting it yet.

“Falling in love, duh!”

****

[tr4gictea]

HEYYYY HERES YOUR FAV NON-ANNON ~

headcanons for genius child/teen reader (around 8 to 16) who would be master at stuff that only people with a phd would start doing (more specifically maths if you don't mind)

Like people at the academia would tremble in fear of this child

You'd have higher-up at the academia begging the child/teen to consider joining the academia when they are the legal age to do so and the child/teen's like "nah" with the most deadpan face ever

They would gang up with al haitham to subtly make fun of paimon, bonding time <3

THEM CORRECTING A CALCULATION ERROR THAT AL HAITHAM HAD MADE LFBGKSKD

Casualy finds solution to problem that the leader of certain nations struggle with ( taxes, mediacl stuff, trade,...)

I just think thats so cute `(>///▂///<)´ <3

❥Masterlist

Tags: teen!reader, platonic, tw: Dottore

A/n: HELLO! I’M BACK! There are definitely spelling mistakes in here, please let me know how i can improve pls. Love u all <3

“(y/n), please at least consider what we’re offering you right now,” One of the scribes of the academia said as you sat across from him sipping a cup of tea in your hand. “You will be getting a full ride scholarship, along with a dorm, and a secured job in the acidemia. Most people would trade their life for this offer.”

Uninterested in his offer you set down your tea, “Yes, but I’m not ‘other people’,”You stood up and the scribe swiftly followed you as you ushered him to the door ”and my answer will be the same as always, no thank you.” You said as you closed the door behind him you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Archons, they're annoying,” You said under your breath, closing your eyes you let your neck fall. You didn’t know why you never accepted the invitation of a lifetime but the acidemia never felt like a place you belonged. All the students there are from the city while you were from the desert which made you feel lesser than the kids at the city. 

When you reopened your eyes you found a letter at your feet with the acidemia mark stamped on it. The guy must have slid the letter under the door. You thought while ripping it open. Sometimes in the letter the left small gifts like chocolate 

Dear (Y/n), 

We formally invite you to the celebration of the Academia’s senior students graduating, blah blah blah, we are so proud of them, blah blah blah, dinner will be provided, blah blah-! WAIT, FREE FOOD?! 

“MOM!”

“Yes?” 

“Can I go to an Academia banquet,” 

She peaked her head out of the kitchen with a questioning look on her face. “Have you finally said yes to the scholarship?”

“Uh, no, they're offering free food.” You said handing her the invitation.

She took it from your hand and scanned over the letter. She let out a hum “Well, alright then,” 

“Thanks Mom!” 

Time Skip :D 

When you arrived at the Academia you were greeted by a sage who showed you around the banquet and introduced you to graduating students. The sage told you about the benefits of coming to the school when he was interrupted by a woman with green eyes. Her outfit was similar to the other academia uniforms but looked altered. 

“Hello (blank), who’s this sweety?” She said as she put her hands on her thighs and bent her knees so she was eye to eye with you. 

“I’m (Y/n),” You said as you raised your hand.

“They are-,” The sage said but got cut off by the woman

She leaned back up and shook your hand “I know who you are, you're the kid that the Academia begging for you to join,” you nodded your head. “Well it’s wonderful to meet you, I’m Lisa. (blank) do you mind if me and (y/n) walk around for a bit?” 

“Actually, no-” He was cut off again by Lisa

ee

“We’ll be back in an hour or two,” Lisa said as she placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you away from the Sage. 

You didn't really mind being taken away Lisa, the sage was boring you so much you felt like falling asleep. Although Lisa seem different from the rest of the folks in the academia.  

You guys walked in silence for a bit until you decided to strike up a conversation. “So you’ve heard of me before?” 

She let out a soft giggle, “Hehe, yes I have kept in contact with some of my old colleagues of mine and they told me about the amount of trouble they are having getting some genius teen from Aaru Village to join the Academia.” 

“Really, I’m that famous?”

“I wouldn’t say famous, more that your name is tossed around in passing conversation.” You hummed in response. “But I do wonder what reason you would turn down the Academia?”

“There is nothing that the Academia will teach me that I already know, the most I could get out of it is a certificate, handshake, and four wasted years.” You started counting off the reasons on your fingers. “And I find a desk job boring, I want to live an exciting life.”

“Hm, well that’s as good a reason as any,” You two continued to talk while walking around, you found her conversations more interesting than those in the academia. Lisa later told you she was the greatest graduate from the Academia but worked as a librarian in Monstat. 

“Sigh, sadly the night has come to an end.” Lisa said. “Though I have enjoyed this talk, I hope to see you in the future little adventurer,” and then she winked at you and waved goodbye. 

Huh, strange lady. 

A week or two later…

You were walking around the academia looking for books on old Khaenri’ah tech, which you later found out all Khanrian text was banned from the main library, key word: main library. The books may be on the shelves of the restricted section rotting away. 

The reason you were looking for these types of books was because those books may had information on what they used to power the giant ruin guard. You may have thought that the giant ruin guard would use the same power device just bigger but you had looked inside the main frame where energy was being pushed to and instead of a chaos device you found a crystal gem that was not native to any gems in other nations. Which is interesting considering the- WAIT OFF TOPIC (Y/N). 

Archons, even in your head you can still go on and on about a topic. Anyways, back to the task on hand. 

After sneaking into the restricted section you searched and searched for at least 1 book on Khaenri’ah but you soon left the library empty handed. While you were wallowing in defeat you didn’t notice a tall sage with his nose in a book walking toward you. 

BUMP

“What the hell man, watch where you’re going!” You said pushing yourself from the ground. Surprisingly the man didn’t fall down and was just looking down on you while you were grabbing papers he dropped on the ground and took a quick glance at the paper. It labeled different plants and their properties for medicine, and you could find a bunch of mistakes from similar looking plants having the opposite names, the math was wrong on the dosage amount, and you guessed that the other papers were similar to this one paper.

“This is all wrong,”

“What?”

“It’s all wrong the dosage amount on the headache medicine would cause spasms to the person if taken all at once. You need to water it down. And the names of cedar and birch tree leaves are mixed up.”

He snatches the page from you and to his surprise you were right, he should have check the paper with Tighnari. He couldn’t believe he was getting corrected by some 14 or 15 year old kid. He may not have shown it but this hurt his ego.

Bonus!

While you were searching in the restricted library you heard the sound of shuffling books which were not coming from you. 

“Mm, ‘we have books about everything’. “ The person said in a mocking voice. “We have everything my ass.” 

Peaking your head around the corner you see a scruffy looking man with fluffy blue hair and red eyes. He had a mask covering his entire face but his eyes and left side of his lips. Suddenly his head snapped toward you. 

“You.” He pointed his finger towards you. You turned around to see if he was talking to someone else. But when you saw none you gave him a confused look and pointed towards yourself.

“Me?”

“Y-YES YOU, come here,” 

You didn’t trust this guy one bit. He looked like he smoked several naka weed cigs before he came here. But you still approached him slowly and when you were close enough he grabbed you harshly by the shoulder and pulled you two together.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, (Y/n),”

“Good, good,” he said while slightly giggling “Now, tell me, do you see any old traditional rituals?”

“Uh,” You scanned across the bookshelf but didn’t find anything on rituals. ”No, I don’t.”

The red eyed man began to let out a loud cackle “heheh… Heheehe… HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH, THE BOOKS ARE GONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

‘You know what I think that's enough research for today…’ You slowly backed out of the aisle and made your way to the door. All the while the man's laughter never stopped.

[lokidokieokie]

Campfire Confessions

Summary: You and James share stories of your wildest adventures while on a camping trip, leading up to a confession of their own.

Pairing: James Conrad x Adventurer!Reader

Warning(s): fluffy fluff, love confessions, James is probably very OOC

You and James had been working together for months now, leading expeditions and exploring the wilds of some of the most remote and dangerous places that Earth had to offer. You had always admired his strength, his courage, and his quick wit, and you found yourself growing closer to him with each passing day.

As you sat around the campfire one night, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories, you found yourself gazing into James' eyes, feeling a fluttering sensation in your chest.

"So, James," you said, breaking the silence. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done on an expedition?"

James chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee from his thermos. "Oh, that's a tough one," he said. "I've done a lot of crazy things in my time, but I think the most insane--besides accepting the job for Skull Island--was probably the time I had to outrun a pack of angry wolves in the Yukon."

You leaned forward, eager to hear more. "What happened?"

James grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, the team and I were tracking a herd of caribou, and we accidentally stumbled upon a pack of wolves that had been following them. Safe to say that they didn't take kindly to our presence, and before we knew it, they were charging straight at us."

You gasped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. "What did you do?"

"I did what any sane person would do," James said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I ran like hell. I had never run so fast in my life. Luckily, I had a head start, and I managed to make it to a nearby tree before the wolves caught up to me."

You laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Well, I'm glad you made it out okay."

James shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. "It's all part of the job, you know? Sometimes you have to take risks if you want to make a discovery."

You nodded, feeling a sense of pride in the work that you and James were doing together. "You know, James," you said, looking into his eyes. "I don't think I could do this without you. You make me feel safe, even in the most dangerous situations."

You chortled, "Hell, you made me feel safe when we were being hunted by those skull-crawlers."

James smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "That's what I'm here for," he said softly. "To protect you and keep you safe."

You felt your heart swell with emotion, feeling a rush of affection for the man sitting next to you. "James," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think...I think I'm in love with you."

James' eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled, his hand tightening around yours. "I think I'm in love with you too," he said, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

As you kissed, the flames of the campfire flickering around you, you knew that you had found something special with James Conrad. Together, you would explore the world and face its dangers, but you would do so with the knowledge that you had each other's backs.

A/N thought I'd try something new :)

Taglist! Everything: @thewaithfuckingannoyme@evelyn-kingsley@moonlight-ee

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.

[ronmanmob]

Confess 🤐

Confessions Meme

"--Somefin' I should'a said bu'...didn't-"

Thoughtfulness came out as a slightly rightwards cant of the head and faintly furrowed brows. Next came a little glance about the shoppe he and Cory were sat in enjoying an early evening sup. It was past closing time, and the establishment was hers. No one else was here to hear them, but Ron glanced nonetheless. Like something in him made him have to. Then--

"This'll...This ain't a nice story, bu' i's long gone now, okay?" A couple of seconds were spent silent -- a purposeful pause to let the lady respond as she pleased. Then, following a quick wetting of the whistle sip of the cuppa he'd been nursing, Ron picked up the tale.

"My farvah's...a good 'alf th'reason I'd not lay violent 'ands on women. My own self's th'rest'a th'reason. It ain't done. Evah. Bu' from tha' man I learned th'bones'a tha' disdain 'n 'is b'cause I 'ad t'watch 'im beat my muvvah. Semi-regular, tha' was. 'N when I was..." Dark eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he guestimated, then found Cory again. "Abaht eight. When I was abaht eight 'ee took exception t'er again. At th'kitchen table, this time. Was me there, 'n bruvvah Reggie, 'n bruvvah Charlie, 'oo was oldah. Man bounced 'er 'ead off th'pine 'n Charlie was up tryin' t'elp 'er. T'stop 'im. Reggie too, bowf screamin' at 'im. Bowf gettin' an 'idin' for it too. Off 'im 'n off mum as well - f'interferin'..."

That last bit there looked like it left a bad taste to say.

"Bu' I jus' sat there....Too scared t'do nuffin' bu' watch."

That bit did too if Ron's newly pinched expression was anything to go by. He shook his head at the memory, went for his cuppa again to wash his mouth clean of having repeated the words that made it up. Then, after a breath was taken in and let free--

"Double th'age I was then though -- sixteen? Ol' man learned. F'got 'is lads was biggah than 'im by then. F'got I was in th'ouse when 'ee bloodied me mum's nose 'til I broke 'is 'n 'ad 'im against th'f'kin' wall..." Something horrendous took up brief residence in Ron's expression; the echo of the one his father had faced going on twenty years back. "--'N I told 'im th'God's 'onest" he said, heedless of the story his eyes were telling. "If 'ee evah put violence on 'er again I'd kill 'im."

Silence for a beat and then, another sip of tea. As the last had seemed to wash away the memory's bad taste, this one seemed to wash away the tension that'd crawled into Ron's voice. When he spoke again, the words were appreciably lighter.

"--N 'ee nevah did touch 'er again, aftah tha'."

[youngcheesecaketale]

The Most ANNOYING Songs Ever! (My Clonetober Story Day 3)

Finally FINALLY! I got my meds! Anyways......Here's the story. Hope you enjoy!

Fives: OK Boys. We need to figure out a good annoying song that we should play for Rex as a prank. Any ideas?

Hardcase: I got one! (plays "Witch Doctor" )

Hey witch doctor, give us the magic words All right, you go ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang All right

Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh

Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting ting walla walla bang bang

Doh, doh, doh, doh I told the witch doctor, I was in love with you Doh, doh, doh, doh I told the witch doctor, I was in love with you Doh, doh, doh, doh And than the witch doctor, he told me what to do He told me

Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang wall awalla bang bang

Doh, doh, doh, doh I told the witch doctor, you didn't love me true Doh, doh, doh, doh I told the witch doctor, you didn't love me nice Doh, doh, doh, doh And than the witch doctor, he gave me this advice

Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang

You can keep your love from me just like you were a miser And I'll admit it wasn't very smart (ey-ey-ey-ey) So I went out to find myself a guy that's so much wiser And he told me the way to win your heart Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh

Ooh ee ooh ah ah (doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh) Ooh ee ooh ah ah (Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh) Ooh ee ooh ah ah (Doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh, doh) Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Come on and

Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang

Rex:

Jesse: HA. Watch this. (plays the "Chicken Dance")

Rex: (sips his coffee)

Fives: Alright. MY TURN. No one and I mean NO ONE can stand this song. (plays "It's A Small World After All")

It's a world of laughter A world of tears It's a world of hopes And a world of fears There's so much that we share That it's time we're aware It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small, small world

There is just one moon And one golden sun And a smile means Friendship to ev'ryone Though the mountains divide And the oceans are wide It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small world after all It's a small, small world

Rex: (no one know that he has cotton balls in his ears)

[octoboltflash]

🍸 The scent of coffee wafts over the somnolent bar from a single machine. It purrs an accompaniment beneath the winding melody of the lone saxophone on the stage at the far end of the room, then trades off with the steady hiss of the joining snare. The bartender takes the white porcelain mug from its stand and pours the rich, amber espresso over a milky pink drink, where it turns deep indigo.

”Not much fazes you, huh?” He addresses the swordswoman with a glance up from his work. “Couldn’t help but notice that you’ve taken a liking to Wake the Heck Up though. Try this one.”

He sets a tall glass in front of her, a gradient from soft pink to bold purple.

One sip —

 . . .  . . . s t r e t c h e s  i n t o  d   a   r   k   n     e      s         s      .        .           .

. .  .  .     .     .   a      n       d      .      .       .   w     a    n   e  s  . . .

                             Ss Hh ii Mm Mm Ee Rr Ss

                                    <  faintly in the dark >

A. Heart. Beat.

… beat.ing…. soft.ly…… soft.ly … . .   .   .   .  s   o    f      t      l      y    .     .        .

is —

( gone )

The bartender was quite observant, she'd give him that. Given his position in the Family's establishment, Acheron certainly didn't doubt that he held quite the amount of secrets in that head of his-- liquor loosened lips rather effectively, and considering the "party" mentality in Penacony... She silently thanked the Aeons that it didn't seem to hold too much of an effect on her. At least not in this small amount. "A new creation? Are you sure it's not poison?" Though her statement came out in a dry tone, an arched brow gave the impression that it was made in jest. Slender fingers wrap around the glass offered to her, violet eyes inspecting the strange-colored liquid before bringing it to her lips.

The initial sip offered a bitter taste that nearly made her recoil, the subtle twitch of her brow the only indication of her reaction. As she moved to pull the glass away, her world faded into an unfamiliar darkness and a sense of dread immediately permeated every inch of her being.

What had he done? Fingers clenched into a fist, her gaze wildly flickering around her surroundings only to find absolutely nothing to focus on. The soft thudding of a heartbeat in her ears made her want to cover them, and she turned her head to search for the source.

A shrouded figure in the distance filled her with a sense of sadness; she felt as if she had lost someone in that moment as her eyes focused on their strangely familiar person. Raising a hand to reach for them, she opened her mouth to speak a name that she didn't recognize--

The world came crashing down around her once again, and the look of surprise plastered across her face certainly seemed rather out of place.

"What... What did you do?"

@garmgeyr

[sage-sips]

"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter" - Yoda

Well done, Healing Light Lenormand by Christopher Butler. Well done.

Gender doesn't matter one tiny bit in a romance reading. I've been doing this Tarot thing for a LOT of years. I lost count how many readings I've done for the public decades ago.

One thing hasn't changed in all of those years.

We don't look like us. Gender, clothing, hair color, eye color...all of it. It's all like a video game skin or your favorite bitmoji. Whenever I get a sense of another person lending their energy to a reading (a rare but beautiful thing) they don't show physical form. They are blobs of light, just like the dead people in the movie Ghost.

Yoda was right.

Luminous beings are we.

Tarot itself has been around for a hot minute. So much so that it is still wrapped in arcane ideas and assumptions, like my personal nemesis, the highly christianized iconography in early decks including the RWS and many of its derivatives.

Some decks change the page to princess in some attempt at gender equality, but the deck largely adheres to a gender binary: king/queen, emperor/empress, high priest (pope, hierophant)/ high priestess. Fortunately the vast majority of the deck is neutral pips, numbers, objects and abstract ideas.

Lenormand is similar in that number 28 and 29 "The Gentleman" and "The Lady" respectively are the only gendered human figures. With the exception of the easily gender neutral "Rider" (courier) the remainder of the deck is non-human, non-gendered animals and objects.

Most of the time, The Lady and The Gentleman by and large seem to be significators, stand-ins for the person getting the reading. If I'm understanding it correctly, you just swap out the card in the layout to suit the gender identity of the read-ee  (be it yourself, a querent, a sitter, a client, or whatever term you use for the person getting the Tarot reading.)

Other times, the guidebook hints at these cards can be general archetypes, like yin or yang, anima or animus, the divine feminine or the divine masculine.

However, when these cards are paired with the stars card, it can hint at that special someone or a spouse / life partner. In a larger layout, it is possible to have both a significator card and a romantic interest card. This deck gives duplicate cards so the cards can accomodate the gender identities of both, even in same sex instances.

Bravo, Christopher Butler! Bravo!

Today, we have the male presenting silhouette of "The Lady" Card paired with the Crossroads card.

My first impulse was a roaring, protective EFF the establishment!  Be your true self!

The crossroads piece of it is self-evident. Purely about decisions, choices - and important ones at that. It feels like it is about choosing a life direction.

The advice seems to be, that if you have a choice you are pondering right now, consider this-

What choice would you make as your truest self? What choice would you make if, in a perfect world, you could have things turn out any way you want? What choice would you make if you were completely unhindered and had absolutely zero f*cks to give?

What is stopping you from doing exactly that?

Be safe, friends, always. But be your true self whenever you can because that true self is a beautiful, wonderful,  luminous being.

Next up: Free-for-all Friday. Those posts are pure in the moment who-knows-what.

See you at the next sip!

Deck: Healing Light Lenormand by Christopher Butler, copyright 2019 all rights reserved Lo Scarabo publisher, used with permission.