#it’s cool I didn’t even want a boop back

[willgrahamscock]

hey I noticed you didn’t boop me back are you mad at me?

[livbedum]

one conversation

maybank!reader x rafe cameron

summary rafe comes to pougelandia looking for sarah and finds you

warnings profanity , season four spoilers , use of marijuana , illusions to alcoholism , rafe being good at conflict resolution? , our girl is not standing on business at all

a/n initially , this had smut at the end , but i’m just finna two part ts for y’all<3

18+ minors dni

you were left alone to man the shop while the rest of your friends went to charleston. kie stayed behind as well , but she was driving all over the island trying to find jj. so here you were , doom scrolling behind the counter. you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking the worst when it came to what jj was up to or how the trip to charleston was going , but you could distract yourself and get high.

half of your blunt was gone when you thought you heard footsteps. you sat up straight , looking around the pillar you were leaned up against to see if anyone was there. pulling your headphones off , you took a deep breath. “no one’s here. no one’s trying to kill you. ghosts aren’t real,” you assured yourself before taking another hit of your blunt.

another puff and you heard more footsteps along with one of those eerie creeks from the wood. the scuba killer dude is so after me now. you hold your breath , not wanting him to hear you , but now your heartbeat was pounding more.

your hand fiddled around under the counter , feeling around for the knife you knew was there. it wasn’t the only one in the shop. the cool edge of the blade catches your finger and you grab it quietly , preparing yourself to fight a grown man who was dead set on killing you. the footsteps are getting closer , pausing every now and then like the man was looking around for you too.

“sarah?”

the all too familiar voice got your stomach to drop , your hand loosening around the knife entirely before you come out from around the cashier counter. “rafe?” you breathed out. the sweat that formed on the back of your neck had cooled , sending a chill down your spine.

your ex boyfriend turned at the sound of your voice , eyes softening at the sight of you clearly disheveled. “y/n , are you okay?” he instinctively asked , stepping toward you.

“i’m fine,” you answered shortly , backing up, “what’re you doing here?”

rafe chuckled , looking around the store. “what? ya can’t picture me just stopping by at my local bait shop?” he joked , fingers fumbling with one of the keychains that dangled on its hook.

“i don’t picture you at all anymore , rafe,” you simply replied , crossing your arms.

“agh! right— well , i came here looking for… my sister. i’m looking for sarah,” rafe explained , taking steps in a small circle just dicking around, “and you.” he stopped and a smile almost pulled at his lips. god , you missed his smile.

“well , sare isn’t here , so you’ll have to come back another time,” you shrugged , moving your way back behind the counter, “or not! sure you’re busy with sofia anyways. you should probably head out.”

rafe audibly groaned , bending back in frustration. “god damn it , y/n! could you— could you stop being difficult for one fucking second?” he cursed , rolling his eyes, “i’m— i’m tryna talk to you , baby.” your heart pinged at the nickname and the way rafe’s voice cracked just a little. the last time he called you that wasn’t even a part of your memory anymore. he leaned on the counter , resting his arms on the countertop and flicking at the pens in a metal tin.

and then you could smell it on his breath. to be fair , it was obvious the moment he started talking with his slurred words. “you’re drunk , rafe.”

“and? you’re high ; i can smell it,” he countered , finger coming up and booping you on the nose with a small laugh, “so what?”

you didn’t want to have to tell him to leave in the state he was in , but he could not be here when kie or jj got back. “i think you need to leave , dude,” you sighed , rubbing your forehead with your palm, “you can’t be here.”

“you used to beg me to come around the cut!” rafe whined , sniffling shortly, “now you don’t want me to?”

your eyes locked , and it was like time stood still. you thought you couldn’t read him anymore , but up close again , you know you could. he missed you. “i do,” you whispered , eyes still not leaving his, “but that doesn’t change anything.”

“one conversation,” he pleaded , grabbing your hand when you went to pull back again, “please.”

you always had trouble saying no to him. “fine,” you agreed , picking his keys up from the counter, “one conversation while i drive you home.” moving around the counter , you gently guided rafe back outside and to where his truck was parked. you helped him get in the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel and starting the truck. you heard the chime of your phone connecting to the bluetooth , and you cracked a smile. “sofia ever drive the truck?” you questioned , backing up and driving down the road.

“hell no,” rafe scoffed , reaching in the back seat for something. you eyed him , trying to figure out what he was doing. “i did something,” he announced , pulling a beer out and cracking it open.

your lips curled and you grabbed the bottle from him. “what did you do?” you asked , rolling the window down and chucking the beer out, “besides form a bad drinking habit?”

“i don’t have a bad drinking habit , y/n,” rafe groaned , letting his head hit the headrest behind him, “i made a deal. a business deal , y’know?” you looked at him , wanting him to continue. “so , you remember mrs. robinson? well , she’s not mrs. robinson anymore — whatever. so she proposed this business opportunity to me , and i’m doing it.”

“okay?”

“for us.” his voice was quieter than before , eyes flickering up to your face , gauging what you were thinking. if he even could anymore. but you didn’t say anything , so rafe continued, “i’ve been having these , i don’t know what to call ‘em , but i’ve been thinking a lot. about everything. me and sarah. me and you. and i wanna have my family back,” he admitted, “i want you back.”

you were quiet for a moment , your music the only noise in the truck. “rafe…” you sighed. your heart wanted nothing more than to forgive him for everything and take him back like you always did. but things were so different now. “you have a girlfriend. i have my life here , and i— nothing has changed.”

“what do you mean ‘nothing has changed’ , y/n? come on! i have!” rafe argued back.

“no , you haven’t!” you laughed , volume matching his, “you haven’t changed at all. the last time we all saw you was when you were aiming a fucking gun at us after you kidnapped me and sarah! and then the other day at the enduro , and let’s not forget the swell day’s activities , rafe. you haven’t changed.”

you watched rafe sit up straight before adjusting to face you entirely. “i want you! i’m sorry for the shit that happened. that — that wasn’t me , and i think you know that. i’d never do anything to hurt you , baby.”

“stop calling me that , rafe,” you begged , looking at him for just a moment with tears in your eyes, “i can’t come back to you this time.”

“you don’t understand! with this deal with hollis? i’ll have enough money for us to go away and start our own life. just like we always wanted,” he explained , hand reaching your thigh, “it’s what you wanted. i’m doing it. for you.”

you could see rafe’s place come into view and let out a deep breath. “i didn’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled , pulling truck into park, “i’ve asked you to get your shit together. to not be a fucking mess all of the time. i’ve asked you to just be nice to me a thousand times! you’re too late.”

“no , but i’m not,” rafe rushed out , grabbing your hands in his, “this deal is perfect timing. you’re home ; i’m apologizing. this is good,” he countered , hopeful smile on his lips, “c’mon.”

it was taking everything in you to not just start bawling. about how much you missed him when you shouldn’t , about how fucked up everything is , about every single thing that has happened in the last two years.

“rafe , i love you,” you said , taking his face in your hands and looking him in the eyes, “i love you so much that i could forgive you for everything—“

“so forgive me,” he interrupted softly , slipping your hands into his again , missing the way they fit together.

“i can’t,” you shook your head, “i was legally a missing person for six weeks because you kidnapped me , and i had to jump off a fucking boat into the ocean to get away. you — you drugged me and took me , rafe. that isn’t something i can just get passed. and while i was gone fighting for my life , you started dating my coworker! do you think those things are easy to forgive you for? i have been trying to do that since i’ve been back. i have come up with every logical excuse that would help me forgive you , so i can come home. but you haven’t been doing the same , and you come to me now like you couldn’t have come earlier , rafe!” your rant was going on longer than you expected, “i love you , but right now you’re not the same person. look at yourself for a moment and really think if all of this shit you get yourself into is worth losing me ; because i’m getting to the point where i believe you think it is.”

rafe sat quiet for a moment , truly taking in every single word you spoke. you could see the gears grinding and sat patiently with his hands in yours while he thought. “i love you,” he started, “i have done a million things wrong , and i know that. i’m trying to sort those things out now. that’s why i came today! to talk to you and sarah,” he explained opening his truck door, “just come inside. we can talk everything out. i promise. just give me a chance.”

“okay,” you whispered , closing your eyes for a second before getting out of the truck with him. you heard the breath of relief come from rafe. “girlfriend not here?” you quipped.

“shut up,” rafe laughed , opening the front door for you, “welcome back.”

“been awhile,” you nodded , stepping into the house with your arms crossed over your chest. your bikini top became more notable when you stepped into the air conditioning. “uh , where do you—“

“we could go to my room,” rafe suggested , raising his eyebrows at you with a smirk before you reached over and smacked him. you tried to hide your own smile. it had been so long since you and him had talked like this— joked around. “kidding!”

“living room,” you decided , heading that way on your own. you climbed over the couch and plopped down , getting comfortable as if you had been here the day before , like nothing had changed. “get to talkin’ , big guy,” you huffed , gesturing for him to sit down as well.

rafe rolled his eyes before he came into your line of sight at the directions and that stupid nickname. he hated when you called him anything other than baby or my love or if you were mad rafe. “okay , bud. the fuck?” he mumbled quietly back as he took a seat.

you were quick to defend yourself from his tone. “why are you getting snippy with me?” you asked , eyebrows furrowing as a pout overtook your lips.

“never mind,” rafe sighed lightly, “okay— first thing’s first : sofia is not my girlfriend. she was never my girlfriend,” he started off , looking at you were more sober eyes now that the conversation you’d both been wanting to have was happening. “we met at a party , and we hooked up. it , ugh , we kept hooking up , and it’s just that. i don’t want to be with her ; i don’t have feelings for her. it’s not like that.”

“you wanna start off with this topic?” you questioned , knowing it was the most sore spot for you in the moment. yes , everything he did was monumentally worse than his thing with sofia , but this was picking at you constantly.

“yes , i want to start with this because it affects us the most. if you think i’m with sofia or whatever you won’t want to come back to me,” rafe explained like it was obvious, “and the most important thing to me right now is you. it always has been.”

you bit your lip , thinking about how you want to word what you’re going to say. “i… do not care what you think you and sofia’s label is,” you admitted with a shrug, “i think you found somebody else that doesn’t know you to fill a void that i left whenever i was stranded on an island. i think you found someone that you knew would bother me if i ever came back. and i think that it’s disgusting that you’re sleeping with the only person i got along with at the club. you know that i’ve seen her posting you all of the time.”

“i thought you were dead!” rafe argued, “i was drowning myself in liquor one night when she was working and we —“

“i don’t care to hear how you started fucking my friend , rafe,” you interrupted , holding your hand up, “why didn’t you wait for me? we have been through so much shit together. things we’ve done to each other or whatever the fuck argument we get into. shit with my brother. i just don’t know why you didn’t wait this time around.”

“i thought you were dead , y/n,” he repeated , quieter this time as though the words alone were making him think that way again, “and you came back and everything was already so different.”

“because you were fucking my friend,” you said again , trying to get your point across.

his hands came up and rubbed at his face , clearing accepting the fact that this was going to be an argument conversation not a talk this out conversation. “i fucked your friend , yeah. i was horny , and you had screamed at me that you hated me and jumped off of a ship in the middle of the ocean to get away from me. and then the next time i saw you , you let kiara fucking carrera shove me off my boat as we were getting away from singh. excuse me for wanting to let off some steam,” he shouted , standing up and pacing a few feet, “oh and then we’re all back home and you scream at me in front of everyone at the enduro and then again at the beach , so… yeah.”

“letting off so much ‘steam’ that your friends are letting a pogue hang out with you all of the time? i get sofia is nice , but rafe , you’re surrounded by jackasses twenty-four seven. they’ve gotta be under the impression you’re dating if they’re letting her come around,” you argued also standing up so he wasn’t towering over you as much, “that’s the problem!”

“would you rather me go around and fuck every girl on the island?” he scoffed , confused with the situation now.

“yeah! that would be more in rafe cameron fashion,” you answered, “you told me i was the only girl you’d ever let step foot in this house with you again!”

“and you promised me no matter what! we’ve made promises and we’ve broken them. that’s nothing new to us,” rafe countered quickly before taking a deep breath and holding your hands. he moved you both to sit down again. “i don’t want to fight , y/n,” he admitted, “i want us to talk.”

you looked into his eyes , really looked , and all you could see was rafe. you could see the sweet boy that used to take you to all the way to charleston for farmer’s markets and the boy that always made you laugh. you didn’t want to argue either ; it wasn’t fun for you. you were just so mad.

“i don’t know how to talk with you when i’m this angry , rafe!” you huffed , dropping your face into your hands, “i am so fucking angry all of the time.”

“how about we talk about what you want to then?” he suggested , hand reaching your thigh and rubbing it soothingly, “i want to talk , so if it’s hard for you , we’ll do what you want. all i want is you back. i’m willing to make this work.”

you eventually looked up again , a soft smile at the feeling of his warm hand forming. “i don’t want to talk , ray,” you confessed , covering his hand with yours, “i just wish things were the same as they were before all of this happened.”

“it can be,” he responded , a smile lighting his face, “we can be.” rafe scooted closer to you on the couch , gently pulling you into him. “i’m on your side. whatever you want to do.”

and you didn’t even realize that you had moved your head to kiss him. you were already kissing rafe deeply when you came to the realization that this was the dumbest thing you could’ve been doing at the moment , but he was there and you loved him as much as you shouldn’t. “i don’t want to talk,” you echoed , shifting to straddle rafe’s lap. and he let you.

“i don’t deserve you,” he mumbled in between kisses , letting his hands feel you for the first time in so long.

you pulled back for a moment , taking his hand in your face again to make him look at you. “don’t say that ; it hurts my feelings,” you smiled , pressing a kiss into his cheek, “i love you. let’s drop everything that’s happened. if you say you’ve changed , i’ll believe you.”

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[limethefirst]

Could I request a platonic Wolverine x Innocent Reader x Deadpool where the reader is a superhero and the two want to take care of them and shows them the ropes but argue about how to do it?

No pressure or rush, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

-W.P 💚

Hero in training

pairings: Wolverine x reader x Deadpool (platonic)

warnings: violence, swearing

summary: Wade and Logan don’t see eye to eye when it comes to training methods

a/n: thank you for requesting! I wasn’t super sure in what way you wanted reader to be innocent so please forgive me if this isn’t to your best liking, also I’m gonna start working on part 3 of void runners soon so keep an eye out!🫢

No one ever said being a superhero was easy, but it especially wasn’t easy when you were being trained by both the Wolverine and Deadpool. The two people who hardly ever got along.

You watched as Wade and Logan stood in front of you, Logan wearing casual training clothes and Wade in his normal red suit. Wade looked excited, he was ready to show you his ways but Logan had another approach in mind.

“Alright kid, first we need to learn to control your powers, from there we can begin with some drills, slowly moving up to advanced drills then work more on strength training” Logan started, his plan was to train your powers and then learn some moves with them, hoping it would help you in the self defense aspect of crime fighting.

This was something Wade didn’t find appealing, “Woah back the fuck up now Peanut” Logan glared at the man, before Wade continued, “Remember we’re both training them, and I say we need some more fun in this training, maybe learn some cool flashy moves, or we can start off this party with a dance off!”

“A dance off?” You looked at Wade, a bit confused on his method of teaching but not entirely against it.

Logan on the other hand didn’t appreciate the comment, “This isn’t some type of circus act, this is real life Wade, we need to have some type of approach or we won’t make progress, and all that will happen is they get injured out there,” you looked between the two men, wishing someone else had trained you instead.

“Well why don’t we just see what our little sugar plum fairy thinks,” Wade then turned back over to you and booped your nose, “Okay kiddo, do you wanna have a fun training with Papa Wade!! Or do you want to be all bored and tired with meanie Wolverine!” Wade asked you, his voice sounded like he was talking to a little baby.

You looked at both men, unsure of what to say, not wanting to upset the other. Then the idea came to mind, “Can’t we try both methods? Maybe a combination?”

“Fuck no, that idiots ‘method’ is going to get you hurt,” Logan quickly replied, this caused Wade to go over to you and grab your head in his arms.

He began to pet your head and started cooing, “Do I look like I’d ever let anything harm them?”

You stood there as Wade held your head tight, a sigh escaping your lips, “Please Logan, I know its unconventional but I really think it’ll work!” You started to plead with the man.

Wade slowly let go, a hand still on your head, while Logan stood there, unsure if this was the right choice, but he knew how persistent Wade was.

Logan caved, “Fine but if there isn’t any progress, only I’ll train you, got it kid?”

You have him a smile and a thumbs up, Wade just went up to Logan and clung to his arm, “Awe you’re such a softy aren’t you my little firecracker!”

Logan quickly let his claws out and stabbed him in the stomach, already regretting his decision.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you continued your combination training, Logan taught you defensive skills as well as offensive, he also showed you a lot of strategies that would protect you when the time came, while Wade showed you the flair of being a hero, without having to kill as he knew that wasn’t the type of hero you wanted to be, even though every once and a while he’d try to persuade you.

Even though you’d decided to do the combination training, both men still argued all the time.

“Why the hell are you telling them to jump through the sky light when you want to sneak attack a criminal?” Logan’s finger pushed into Wade’s chest, irritated that he’d tell you to do something so dumb and risky.

“Because they need to look awesome while saving the day, oh don’t forget the funny joke once the bad guy sees you, alright my sugar cane,” Wade looked over to you and you gave him a happy smile with a thumbs up, knowing you probably weren’t gonna do that but it was nice to make him feel good before he and Logan fight again over how that isn’t an ethical way of fighting crime.

You decided it was best to leave before they started to get at it again, you knew that tomorrow they’d go back to helping you anyway. So maybe it was better to let them get it out of their systems every one and a while.

[lovelynim]

Take 9, recording!

ALIEN STAGE/Actors!AU - Ivan x Till

A/N: Really, really self-indulgent fic because I NEEDED to get some fluff after the damage Round 6 did to me. Also, I added a little hc that TIll is an experience actor while Ivan is still a newbie, etc, etc, you know the drill

Also, tagging @blobbirobbi, @norieoncrack and @vash-yuu because you three gave me the boost to do it this afternoon. Also tagging @tiredleekaz because i feel you'll like this (hopefully)

Summary: Round 6's recording site. Stage scene. Take... 9, sigh. Lights, camera... action!

Word count: 1305 words.

“Alright, let’s do it, guys!” The director shouted and the rest of the team promptly took their places. The camera pointed towards Till and Ivan as the studio was quickly engulfed by silence.

“Here we go… ‘Cure’, stage scene, take 9. Action,” the director commanded and the first beats of the song began to play right after. The spotlight turned to Till and, so, it began.

“Allow me, to the tip of your fingers. Allow me, to the ends of your feet.”

Ivan quietly hummed the song along while the cameras tilted around the other man, capturing the crowd’s motion in the background while Till’s voice took all the room in the studio. Ivan knew the team was tired and probably beginning to feel a little frustrated after a couple of mistakes, but he couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of it.

“Dissolve me in your gaze. I don’t want to let you go.”

‘Damn, he looks so cool right now’, Ivan thought as a smirk took place in his lips. The song went on and Ivan knew he had to focus. This was supposed to be a dramatic, emotional, tragic scene. He couldn’t be booping to the song they spent hours recording. Focus, Ivan, focus!

As Till continued to sing, Ivan decided it was a good time to rehearsal his lines. Maybe this would put him back in the right mood for this scene and, after all, he didn’t want to start the 10th take because he made the same mistake from 4 takes ago.

“Let me drown in you, until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time!”

Wait, was he at that part already?

Ivan opened his eyes and looked at the other guy with a slightly shocked expression. Gulping, he clenched his hands as he heard the piano keys starting to play in the background again. Time to shine, Ivan.

With heavy steps, Ivan walked towards his microphone. The camera was tilting right above him and it was a bit hard to keep a straight face, but he had to!

“Even if your cold words carve scars beneath my eyes.”

Carefully and gently, Ivan took his hands up and wrapped his fingers around the microphone. Holding it tightly, one word after the other left his lips and, as scripted, he was singing.

“May they linger on your tongue. You can break me apart.”

Narrowed eyes stared back at the camera in front of him. To the ones looking from the outside, Ivan seemed like the most confident actor in history, literally living up to his character. But on the inside, he couldn’t help but feel some nervousness stirring up. What if he sang the wrong line? What if he looked ugly on the recording? What if his voice cracked?!

No, it wasn’t time to think about those things. He managed to look at Till with the corner of his eyes and, even when he was idling, the sorrowful, tired look continued to stick to his face. So professional!

“Sick of those nights to come, to be engulfed by silence in your gaze where I’m seen. Consume me! Yes, me, oh oh!! ~”

Ivan would only be sure once they were done recording this scene, but he was almost 100% he nailed this part. He could feel his vocal chords slightly tiring, but nowhere near enough to make him stop.

And above anything else, the most important scene of this episode was coming up. The kiss.

“To this everlasting moment.”

“Face to face we dance.”

Ivan let out a small sigh as his last line was sung. Just as the words left his lips, the pages of the script started playing inside his head. ‘With a decisive move, you throw your microphone aside and walk to him’, he remembered the director explaining, detailing how it should be done.

“With our story lost in forever’s embrace!! ~”

Ivan felt literally chills running up his back when his eyes met Till’s. As a newbie actor, starring with someone as experienced as him was always an emotional rollercoaster, full of surprising moments that he would treasure forever. But not now. Now, he needed to focus.

Gently reaching for the other guy’s cheek, Ivan moved his hand to the back of Till’s head and pulled him into a kiss.

Part of himself questioned if he was supposed to enjoy recording this part over and over as much as he was doing, but knowing how annoyed the rest of the studio’s staff was at his mistakes, he would never voice such thoughts.

The instrumental played along with the flashing lights above them. Ivan only remembered the instructions that he should make the kiss last while Till would try to shove him away, but the director never said how, so there shouldn’t be much harm in improvising a little, right?

Ivan wrapped his free hand around Till’s slim torso, resting his fingers just below the other’s ribcage. Till pressed both hands against his chest, trying to push him away like the script told him to, but Ivan knew this wasn’t the lead to let him go, so he pulled the other man for another kiss.

However, there was something off. 

He was told that, yes, Till was going to try to break their kiss and free himself, but it shouldn’t be… this effective, Ivan thought. Deciding that it would be better to just play along, Ivan moved his hand down to Till’s neck while the other pressed a little harder against his side, hoping this would be enough to keep him still to the end of the scene.

But with barely seconds before the time for the score to pop up above their heads and show his character’s demise, Ivan noticed that Till… was laughing?

“Pfft- d-duhuhude!” TIll giggled, elbowing his arm in another attempt to free himself from his embrace. “Q-quit tihihickling, ahaha!”

“H-huh?” Ivan blinked, looking down to the little space between their bodies and taking a few seconds to realize what the other guy meant. “Wait, you mean this?”

“GyAHah, y-yes! Thahat, d-don’t dohohoh it! I’m tihihicklish there!” Till laughed, throwing his head back (and maybe trusting a little too much in Ivan’s strength to hold him in place).

A fuzzy, warm feeling spread over Ivan’s chest as he heard those words. What a wonderful discovery! How could he not notice this before?! “Ahah, sorry… I mean, I didn’t expect this or this to be enough to tickle you, Till, ~” Ivan teased, carelessly spidering his fingers against Till’s side and ribs.

Before he realized, there were them again: fooling in the middle of the set. Till laughing, desperately trying to escape his hug while the only worry inside Ivan’s mind was to find where else his senior would be ticklish.

“Ivan! C’mohohon!” Till laughed while the lights of the studio turned back on, illuminating the whole scene again as this take was already beyond salvation. “I cahahan’t breheheathe!”

“Oh? But you are-”

“Guys!” The director protested, making the duo stop in the middle of the scene with a surprised look on their faces. Right, they were recording. And with people around them. A lot of people. “Sigh, let’s take a break, yeah? Five minutes, everybody.”

Despite the feeling of animosity towards them that seemed to spread across the rest of the staff, Ivan couldn’t stop himself from smiling and, much to his delight, the same seemed to go for Till.

“S-sorry, ahah, this one is my fault,” Till giggled as he got back into his own feet, rubbing his side where Ivan just tickled him. “Try to just, hmm… Hold my face?”

“Got it, I will keep that in mind,” Ivan hummed happily while walking off the stage by TIll’s side. Well, guess they couldn’t do much but wait for the next take now, right?

[hxltic]

𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹Ō

part one | part two

Before you could think about how awkward it’d be if Suna wasn’t in here (or somebody else was), the door quickly clicks and an arm suddenly peeks out to rip you inside. A glimpse of soft, pale skin with the occasional court burn mark that scarred into a slightly darker version of his complexion allows you to recognize this as him; however, you meet face to face anyway with the door to your back and his breath fanning into your nose, only standing nearly an inch away from your face.

“Hello,” you boop his nose.

“Hello?” A wave of irritation surges through him, resulting in him only stepping closer. You didn’t think his eyes could get any narrower. This was a new amusing sight because you’d never really seen him genuinely angry, always just smug and insulting. “What the hell was that?” His eyebrows deepen as he rectifies you.

“Payback.” You grumble. Your eyes flicker up to him kindly.

In pure disbelief, he pauses before arguing, “That’s your payback? You do realize had anyone picked up on it your brother would’ve slaughtered me?”

You shrug and fiddle with your fingers carelessly. This most likely only angered him more, but was he even actually angry? He has yet to yell at you…just…establish his concerns.

“Yeah, but that’s what you get. Be glad people didn’t find out.”

“Find out you just gave me a handjob?” His head tilts as he looks down at you in annoyance. Your orbs roll into the back of your head, driving a strong sigh.

You exclaim, “You started it!” causing him to rush to explain himself. With a few steps back he runs his hands through his hair manically. His chest rises and falls in deep breaths. Yelling at you was not an option but he was trying really damn hard to get it across to your stubborn ass.

“I didn’t start it. You kept shoving and touching me after I told you to stop.”

“I didn’t know I was doing that!”

“I told you that too, did I not?”

Both of you stare at each other. He was technically right, and you didn’t want to admit it, especially now as you are backed into a door with an angry Suna that you hate to say you find attractive. You kind of wish he got angry more often; it felt good to get under his skin.

“But you liked it.” You cross your arms. He seemed to be thinking of the next move before you said it, staring off mindlessly. The words catch his attention immediately.

“What? So?”

“So?” you parrot.

What does he mean so? Clearly the confusion displayed on your face, convincing him to take the steps he took away from you back to get in your face again. With a solid countenance and an extreme amount of patience, he whispers. If he leaned forward just a bit, you would be forehead to forehead.

“It doesn’t matter how I felt. It doesn’t matter you felt. Your brother is somewhere on the other side of this door.”

You tease him and drop your head to the side while your eyes match his. “What, you scared of him?”

“You-”

Your arms reach out to wrap around him in a hug, rendering him idle. You touch all over him, including connecting your fingers behind his neck on your tippy toes and even lifting his shirt the slightest bit to run the pads of your fingers along the dips of his sharp v-line to belly button. The fleshy part of your cheek rests on his chest when you bat your eyelashes at him. He refuses to look at you, ridden of all anger to keep his cool as you tempt him.

You slip a nail under his waistband on one hand and bring the other to palm at his print again. It wasn’t even just a bulge—everything was on display for you.

Suna was just waiting to snap. From the time in the doorway to the table, his resolve was enough to impress himself, but he’s not so sure if that’s a veracious reward in comparison to your body.

A strong grip stops any movement. The male takes a deep breath, then bends down to your eye level so you could hear him loud and clear, front and center: “Your brother is my friend. You are his sister.”

The words replayed in his head a thousand times to keep him grounded, yet somehow they didn’t process, like a book you thought you were reading but instead you were just running your eyes over the pages cluelessly.

You were right. He wasn’t angry because you did it, he was angry because he couldn’t have you. There was a slight misconception.

You survey his pinkish lips, then back at him. With a squeeze hard enough to re-darken his eyes, you nag him.

“Pussy.”

“Drop to your knees, back to the door. Don’t say a fucking word.” He hisses declaratively.

It was a switch in his brain that you clicked with your acrylics. Although, you can say how embarrassing it was how fast you followed his orders. The jacket on your back ended up on the floor to protect your knees.

While you questioned whether to be annoying or not, Suna dug a hand into his sweatpants and started stroking himself. You watched as his hands trail up and down, only to twist at the height of his shaft and tug at the base. You’d been watching for only a small amount of time before your shorts started to become uncomfortable.

The man hovered over you while jerking himself off, eyes glaring bullets through yours. By this point you still haven’t said anything.

“You done this before?” He questions from above. Do you respond? Verbally?

You just shake your head back and forth.

A side of his lip lifts and it’s enough for your shoulders to slightly hunch. Would you be you if you obeyed him?

“You’re obedient now? You want it this bad?” This time he outwardly laughs at you, but removes his hand. You scoot backwards until you reach the door.

Suna hears a soft “yes” in response, so soft he could be just imagining he heard it. This was enough for him. He grabbed his length before shoving his waistband down his hips, not enough to fall in a pool at his feet but enough to leave his cock heavy in his hand, ending with a dark trail of groomed hair. You shift in your shorts.

Palm-up, a hand silently asks for yours, which when once received was wrapped around the shaft. You hadn’t seen it until now, only a little darker and redder than the rest of him, larger than you suppose what the average was, and pink with a brown tint at the top. With two hands instead of one, up and down, and with the hand on top handling his tip, you run it over any white leaking out to spread. His head throws back for a deep, sexy groan, and you promise yourself to do whatever you can to hear it again.

Your lips give it an open-mouthed kiss, you’re tongue peeking out to circle around as your lips cover more and more of his cock with each rebound of your head. Gradually, saliva spilled from your lips, coating more and more of him and small bubbles to form around your mouth. Soon he was slick, and a constant pace was set on your own.

He couldn’t do anything but stand there and question if this was really your first time, how long you would crave more than just the friction of your thighs, and what would it take to get you completely comfortable. Questions swarmed through his brain at your talented mouth. Long fingers search through your hair with uncertainty, not quite sure what he was allowed to do yet, but just resting them there as the slurp entertains him. Grunts and moans fall from his mouth, at least letting you know you were doing okay alongside the fact he was moving with you. You wanted to hear it from him.

You disconnect your lips from a little over halfway down his cock to speak.

You purr, “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, just like that. Twist it for me.” You correct your hand positioning and twist on the way up and back, naturally gathering whatever could drip its way down to his balls. Now thinking about how neglected they were, you fit whatever of his cock you could in your mouth and jerked the rest, then using the opposite hand to massage them. With an exiting pop you come off and suck on them, both fluidly coming into your mouth with ease. “Fuck, life’s much better when you’re quiet.”

One of Rin’s hands drop by his side while the other tightens in your hair to move wherever you did. No pressure. The view was mainly of his chin because when he wasn’t examining you he was thinking. Or maybe it was the opposite, and he wasn’t thinking. A rumble reverberates on his dick, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that was a response to your hair being pulled.

It takes everything in him not to roll his hips deep in your throat, so when you completely disregarded his past statement, and took it as an opportunity to do the opposite, he couldn’t help it when you mutter, “Being quiet isn’t my specialty.”

“Well let’s go deeper and see how well you can talk then hm? Call it throat training.”

This time he took matters into his own hands by making sure you were completely parallel to the wall, instructing you to open your mouth, holding two strong hands full of hair in the form of messy pigtails, and sliding in slow as much as possible to fit until you were unable to go any further. There may have been 2 more inches left?

After a few passes of glucks coming from flexing and relaxing your throat to match his movements, it became tolerable. You attempt to talk around him, and the fact that you could even still try to make out a word pissed him off. It didn’t help that the one word he did understand was “lightwork.”

The grip significantly tightened when he quickly sped up, snapping his hips to the point where his thighs were refuge for your hands because they didn’t hold any use anymore. He held you still with no way out. You were caged by his body, his feet planted and cock driving into your throat as a release of pure irritation. Every now and then he’d catch a drag of your teeth.

“I’m starting to think you like pissing me off to get what you want. You like it rough? Want me to fuck your little throat ‘till you can take it all?”

The pace was one you couldn’t keep up with. You’re not sure if you saw it as a challenge or something, but your panties were drenched from the leer he flaunted as he bruised your throat. But that is exactly what you wanted and in comparison to the embarrassment of saying it aloud, you’d rather just nod your head.

“Say it. Talk like you did just then.” A smile plasters on his face as he tells you what you just said you didn’t want to do. Like he could read your mind.

A muffled jumble of sounds come out as an attempt to answer him, and when you couldn’t, he laughed meanly at you. In a single stroke of his hips, he slows tremendously. The slightest movement of his cock heavy on your tongue led you to take this time to breathe through your nose while you still could.

“Talk.”

With a swallow to regain your voice, you pleaded, “Yes.” One brow of his cocks up, implying that wasn’t enough. “I like it rough,” your course voice finishes.

“Your first time and you want it rough?”

“Y-Yes, choke me, do whatever.” You took deep breaths that brought chills to his wet tip, chills that traveled all the way up his bloodstream. Your hands crawled up from his thighs to lift his shirt in the front, showing his abdomen. Since you were unable to back up because of the door, you slid to the left, and licked the side of his dick, right along a vein that one of your wet hands never failed to miss. It came down to caress his dripping length while your puffy lips left kisses as high as his belly button.

“You wanna be my whore for the day?” His own hand came to replace yours, so you dropped this one to your side, the one holding the fabric up while he stopped for a moment to look at you. He knew the answer was yes.

Lipstick smudged your chin and tainted his dick. Your eyeliner still stood strong. He’d fix that.

The other hand of his previously dug in your hair now covered your fingers rubbing his hard cock, so you took them off and held both hands at your side. Suna saw one slip into your shorts from above.

His best friend’s sister was on her knees, rubbing her clit, awaiting his cock with a now open mouth. He chuckles to himself. That’s crazy.

He holds himself before slapping it on your tongue teasingly, then anywhere else on your face, effectively spreading wetness to your eyes and cheeks, leaving them glistening. It was all from your own mouth, so hopefully you wouldn’t mind. It didn’t seem to be a bother considering you hummed through the whole thing.

His head tips back once more when his hips curl into your throat again, with the ride being a lot easier this go around. You had learned to regulate your breaths so well with his slower pace (slower in comparison to the one before), so your eyes could remain open, glossed over from your throat being abused. Vibration from your moans ring through him again.

“Haaahfuck, extend your throat. Take a deep breath.”

His free hand held under your throat, the perfect way to feel the way he was marking you from the inside, and also the perfect way to feel whenever you followed his instructions. You had.

And it felt fucking heavenly. He felt the breath you inhaled, when your jaw dropped the slightest bit, and he heard the small gluck when the muscle in your throat relaxed. So when the barrier dissipated, it allowed him to reach places he couldn’t before. Deeper and deeper the walls rubbed against him in the warm cavern of your throat, so perfectly that a line of curses slips from him. He was moaning now, breaths stuttering and voice getting louder with each time he hit the back of your throat. Did you even have a gag reflex?

“There you go, mmh- good fucking girl.”

The blue shirt refrained him from doing what he wanted, so he peels it over his head, stopping when it comes to a puddle around his neck and only one arm inside. Both hands come down to push falling strands of hair out of your way and tilt your head up to him as his pupils dilate at the sight of him disappearing into you.

Your black bra could be seen from your damp shirt being covered in spit dripping down your chin and falling from his thrusts. You fondle his balls as a finger dips into your wetness.

Once again, there was another moan—resulting in him speeding up. It was just as hard as the first time. It sent you back to the point you were in before as his cock breached your mouth, forcing your hands back to his thighs and your eyes to glaze over. You gagged but it made no difference to his pace, though it did release tears that carried black down your cheeks.

Suna could feel the pressure of your nails digging into him through his pants but he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The noises that came from what he was just thinking about last night on your couch was too much to handle. And honestly, it felt like he was losing himself.

He retreated from your throat to allow you to breath the smallest amount before stuffing it back. By this point you felt if you wished to live, you should just retract your mind and relax up, letting him use you in whatever ways he wanted. Your eyelids fall closed, and they may have even rolled back.

“You better not,” the man above you grunts. They slowly re-open to him pulling out, then bending down at the waist. It hurts when he pulls you up by your hair with a single hand, showing off his strength, but when you’re at an acceptable height, he closes his other hand around your neck, turns his head, and closes the gap between you.

You moan into the unexpected kiss. Your mouth wasn’t the cleanest, yet he still sucks on your tongue as if it’s a lollipop. He kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times but explores like he hasn’t: he turns his head whenever yours does and tastes your strawberry lips. You whimper when he pulls away with even more of your breath.

“Open up, stick your tongue out,” he commands. His eyes hang lower than ever before. Anyway, you follow his orders, waiting patiently on your palms. A glob of saliva drips from his mouth, landing on the pink muscle. He hadn’t told you to swallow it, but instead, he actually pats his swollen, red tip right on the spot before sliding himself back in. It mixed with your own, not even authorizing you to taste it.

He fucks your throat with his hands stable on your forehead. Not running through your hair, but the fleshy part of his palms set on your eyebrows.

“You feel so goddamn good...might start shutting you up like this more often.”

You don’t mind this proposal. It would’ve pissed you off, but you aren’t quite in the position to do anything about it, especially as his speed practically doubled. He pistons into your mouth.

His balls constantly slap on your chin. You feel the gag coming back, about to choke you, but he rotates to the back of your neck, tucking you in close so your nose was deep into dark brown hair. You still for a moment, your throat muscles moving along his cock. This is the time you take to observe him.

His face was completely flushed and his eyes were fuzzy. His mouth was held agape at the feeling, and his abs shudder each time you move. When you began to choke around him, he pulls off roughly, letting you sniffle and collect yourself. He does it again. It was clear the warmth near his stomach was bubbling up quick.

You cough this time on the exit, to where he tugs you immediately back down, but only on the tip. Taking down the three inches was a refresher. He turned you to the side, his tip making a bulge in the cheek that wasn’t closest to him. He slaps the spot as you’re held there. Not hard, but just enough to where he can do it a few times.

“You feel that?” He was fully breathless now, chest rising and falling with difficulty.

You nod. The slow blink that follows elucidates how fucked out you were.

“Now you can proudly tell your brother you’ve taken all of me down your throat. Can you do that?”

You respond, “Mhmm.” You aren’t completely sure to what, but you don’t care. He grins, then pulls out to grind slowly into your face.

“Shit, what a sight.”

Your cheeks are covered by his palms with his fingers stretched in different directions down your neck. Your eyes are puffed up, low, and decorated with a mix of smudged makeup. Your tongue has been in one spot for the majority of the time you’ve spent together. Rin’s head involuntary tilts as if he was admiring a painting at an art gallery. “Stop looking at me like you want me to take you right here, pretty.”

Purposely, whatever’s left of your eyelashes blink up at him like before and your eyebrows arch up the slightest bit. This combined with every gulp sound, evidence of him reaching the back of your throat each time, had his slick cock ready to fucking explode.

He kept his thrusts steady though, a slow, unchanging, grind. Before long, your breaths had steadied again and his forehead fell to the door. One particular thrust was extra slow. His fat tip yielded just at your entrance as if giving him time to catch his breath, so instead, you closed your lips around him, hollow your cheeks, and swirl your tongue just like when you first started. You only got to do this for about an utter five seconds before he was grunting, pulling out and quickly stroking above your face.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Still following orders, your tongue hung ready to catch whatever he had for you. Heavy breaths, curses, and moans carried him through his orgasm as lily-white spurts of warm cum land on different sections your face. You took it upon yourself to replace his hand with your own smaller ones, milking him of everything he had and more. You squeeze until it leaks out of his tip into your mouth.

Two long, ring adorned fingers dipped into your mouth, reaching the very back. He just chuckled, to himself you assume. With his cock freshly out of your throat, you had gagged on them, to which he then shook them side to side, bringing your face along.

A fair amount coated you, a little even getting into your hair, and some dripping down the side of your eye. With a final lick and suck, you’ve successfully drained him. Your won’t dare try to speak, but after a second he hoists you up on your feet by your shoulders and gives you a peck. He’d eventually give you a paper towel from the dispenser as well, but for right now, he was busy sucking and biting onto your neck, efficaciously giving you a darkening hickey.

“Why would you do that?” You try to speak but nothing comes out, and the parts that were perceptible were extremely grainy. He’s learned to understand you.

“So your brother knows why your voice is gone.”

Rintarou now calls you his babysitter

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[system-to-the-madness]

Cherry Blossom Fireworks 🌸 Itadori Yūji x Reader

Pairing: Itadori Yūji x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 346 Summary: Yūji and you attend a festival together

Sakura Festival Masterlist - Masterlist

The fabric of the small plushy was cool and soft underneath your fingertips as you held tighter onto it, trying to chase away the chill that had started to set in. It was dark, only the lanterns in the blooming cherry trees lighting up the area. Around you, a crowd had gathered, the visitors of the festival eager to witness the fireworks in the night sky. You were leaning against a balustrade that separated the cobblestone path through the park from the pond before you. Moonlight and the shimmer of the lanterns reflected on the calm surface in whites and oranges between the pink of the fallen petals drifting on water.

Holding the plushy tighter, you looked up, searching for that familiar mop of pink hair in the crowd. Yūji, who had come to the festival with you, had disappeared a while ago, claiming he wanted to grab some cream crepes, but he had been gone for almost twenty minutes now, and the fireworks were about to start any moment. Where was he?

Just as the thought threatened to occur, that maybe he had just left, not feeling like pushing his way back through the crowd, you saw him waving to you. As quickly as the crowded place allowed, he made his way over, grinning broadly. He was dressed in a beige Yukata, holding up a crepe in his one hand, waving to you with the other.

“I made it,” he grinned, when he stepped beside you, leaning his back against the balustrade. “I almost thought I’d be too late!”

Not waiting for your comment, he took a bite off the cream filled crepe before offering it to you, practically shoving it into your face, so you would also take a bite. You leant back a bit, examining the pink, Sakura flavoured cream, before nibbing at the treat, earning some raised eyebrows from Yūji.

“Come on,” he scolded. “What was that? Take a proper bite.”

“But you bought it for yourself,” you protested.

“I bought it, so we’d share it. So come on!”

You rolled your eyes at him before reaching up with your free hand, supporting his, and leading the crepe back to your mouth, taking a bigger bite this time.

“See, not that hard,” Yūji grinned, seemingly not noticing the way your face heated up at the way your cold hand had brushed over his warm one. He always seemed to be running warm, you thought. While you were wearing your warmer kimono and still felt chilly in the spring evening, he was only dressed in a Yukata, and seemed perfectly fine.

Yūji took another bite of the crepe, before his eyes landed on the plushie in your hand, and he pouted.

“I really thought I could win the bigger one,” he mumbled, around the dough and cream in his mouth.

You looked down at the plushie too. You supposed it was a Sakura mochi, big, stitched on eyes and a cute, blushy smile stitched onto fluffy, pink fabric.

“It’s the perfect size, I think,” you smiled, lifting it up between Yūji and you, before booping it against his nose, making him giggle.

While he held the crepe out to you, feeding you another bite, you couldn’t help but wonder, what had been going on with the two of you. You were friends after all, right? It didn’t matter that ever since you had gotten to know him better, you had steadily developed feelings for him, and it also didn’t matter that you spent almost every day together. You were friends, so it was normal that you two would go to the festival together, right? But he had been acting different today, actually he had already acted differently when he had asked you to go with him.

He had been all bashful and had stuttered again and again throughout the evening, which was unusual for him. And you were acting differently too. Were you flirting with him? Was he flirting with you? First, he had insisted on sharing some yakisoba and some melon float. Then he had gotten competitive with some other high schooler over a stupid game in which he had won the Sakura mochi plushie, which he had insisted on gifting you. After that, he had let you hook your hand into his arm, and you had walked around the park, marvelling at the sight of the blooming trees all around you. You had walked so closely, that you had felt his warmth bleeding through the layers of clothes separating you. And now he was feeding you a crepe and you booped him with the plushie he had gotten you… What was going on?

You finished the treat in silence, both of you painfully aware of the other’s stolen glances. Just as Yūji had fed you the last bite, an announcement declated, that the fireworks would soon start, and Yūji turned to you excitedly.

“I love fireworks,” he grinned, as if he only just now had learned that there would be a show tonight. “Hey, are you cold?”

Apparently, you had not been as good in hiding your shivering from him as you had hoped to be.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, hoping your voice was not as shaky as your hands. “Just a bit chilly.”

Yūji contemplated you with a serious expression for a moment before he spoke up. “Want me to hug you?”

Confused you blinked at him. “What?”

Instead of a proper answer, he just opened his arms a little, inviting you to move closer. Any other day you would have laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment, and how much you really wanted to be held by him, but like an accumulation of the entire afternoon and evening, in which you seemed to have done nothing but flirt with each other, you simply gave in, hoping you wouldn’t regret your actions later.

Quickly you stepped forwards, wrapping your arms around Yūji’s middle, while he closed his around your back, pulling you against him. Like before, you couldn’t help but notice how warm he was. Warm and safe, his arms strong but gentle around your frame, his subtle scent mixing with that of the night air around you. He never smelled of any strong deodorants or perfumes or shampoos, you noted. He mostly didn’t seem to have any smell at all. Only when you hugged him as closely as you did now, although usually those hugs barely lasted a few seconds, only then did you pick up on that note that was distinctively Yūji.

“Is this better,” he asked, his voice more resembling a deep rumble in his chest than actual words.

You only hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face closer to him, relishing the warmth that he engulfed you with in the hug.

“Can I ask your something,” he asked, and again you hummed affirmatively. “Would you go on a date with me?”

This time you didn’t hum, instead let his words sink in before you turned your head so you could look at him.

“This wasn’t a date?”

He only blinked, a blush beginning to rise into his cheeks.

“What I mean,” you continued, “I know we didn’t declare this as a date, so technically it isn’t. But I can’t imagine a better first date than this, so we could make this our first date retrospectively.”

A smile tucked at Yūji’s lips as he thought about your words for a moment before he nodded.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. He seemed to want to say something else, but in that moment an explosion and the collective gasp of the crowd made you turn around in his arms, watching the first stars of the firework glimmer above the lake.

Yūji leant his head against your shoulder, pressing a chase kiss to your hair, as you watched the firework together which seemed to mirror the fireworks that felt like they were sparking inside you. But it was hard to focus on anything other than him, once he had whispered: “Would you also go to a second date with me?”

@delzinrowe

[in1-nutshell]

Hello it's me, I just want to say I love what you did with the the ask I sent, I didn't know I had to say what specific autobots so I apologize for that, if it's not to much trouble could you maybe do arcee and Bumblebee with the kid seeker buddy who looks up to Starscream for his skills in flight and wants be be like him someday? Again I apologize for not being specific.

More Kid Seeker Buddy!

Also, its fine if you forget to specify things like specifying, we all make mistakes.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy Kid Seeker having Starscream as their idol with Arcee and Bumblebee

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Arcee

“Did…did you just complemented Starscream?”--Arcee

“Yeah! I mean that barrel roll with the missile trick was so cool! I really want to learn that—”--Buddy

“That’s a technique for the Con’s.”--Arcee

“Not if I learn it!”--Buddy

“Well, the only way your going to learn is if you’re a Con, but your not, are you?”--Arcee

“…”--Buddy

Arcee doesn’t take it well.

Might go off on Buddy.

This’ll cause a bit of a rift between Arcee and Buddy.

A big part of Arcee feels betrayed by this news. Starscream had a hand in so many of the problems the team faced, not to mention that he offlined Cliffjumper and nearly her.

There is a small part of her that understands Buddy though. That Buddy has only mentioned the aerial techniques to help the Autobots out better on missions. Nothing about wanting to be a mini Starscream.

But Arcee has a hard time letting go of grudges, so it takes some time for her to feel ready to talk to Buddy about the problem.

However, Arcee absolutely demolishes Starscream when he tries to get close to Buddy.

After a few days after the ordeal, Arcee will have a talk with buddy about what happened and about their position on the team as well as their family.

“You know… we all look up to different things or bots. I guess learning and practicing Starscream’s moves would be beneficial for you to learn.”--Arcee

“Really?! Because I’ve been wanting to use them to help the team more!”--Buddy

“And you do already, in your own special way, you already do. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, Buddy.”--Arcee

“Thanks, Arcee!”--Buddy

“Don’t mention it kid.”--Arcee

Bumblebee

“Bep? (What?)”--Bumblebee

“Sure, he has some twisted sense of moralities, but he didn’t earn Second in Command of the Seeker’s for nothing Bee! I gotta learn some of his moves!”--Buddy

“…Bep?(What?)”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee stops whatever he is doing and does a double take.

He doesn’t get it.

How could Buddy find something to like about that Seeker?

He goes to Optimus for guidance, where he takes a moment to look into Buddy’s position.

Being the only air alt mode, it separated Buddy from a lot of the ground activities the team did. And not to mention the underlying discrimination amongst Autobots to Seekers as they are usually associated with Cons.

He feels bad and promises to himself to be a better teammate and friend to Buddy after some reflecting. Maybe going out on patrol with them more or even have simple chats about anything with them.

Bumblebee is letting rapid fire out of his blaster when he sees Starscream come close to Buddy.

When everyone comes back to the base, he’ll apologize to Buddy on how he reacted and tell them what a great teammate they are.

“Boop bepbop bep! (That was some cool aerial tricks there, Buddy!)”--Bumblebee

“You think so? I’ve been practicing more than usual to get it down. That way I can be a bit more useful when it comes to more missions like this!”--Buddy

“Bep beop boop bop bep. Beep bop bop bep. Beep beep beep boop bop. (Just because you want to improve on some tricks that can help us, doesn’t mean what you’re doing now isn’t having a great effect on us. You’re a great teammate and even better friend, Buddy. You’re not just some weapon or back up plan, your family.)”--Bumblebee

“…Thanks Bee… it means a lot.”--Buddy

“Beep bep! (No problem, Buddy!)”--Bumblebee

[starsandgutters]

CRASHING IN TO SAY I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR KATEKEVAARON AU AND JUST READ THROUGH ALL OF THE OTHER ASKS ABOUT IT AND AM ABSOLUTELY DESPERATE FOR MORE IF YOU DO NOT MIND.

I hope you have a nice day!

HELLO THANK YOU I AM GLAD YOU’RE ENJOYING IT OF COURSE YOU CAN HAVE MORE !! 💖

2. KateKevAaron

“It went really well! We’re through to the next heat, and we’re actually hosting that one.”

“Oh, cool. Can I come watch? If it’s not clashing with one of our games, of course.”

“It’s not,” Aaron says immediately. He’s already told Katelyn he’ll be there. She smiles softly at him, then looks back to Kevin.

“You’re more than welcome. You can keep Aaron company.” Katelyn does not think there is anything suggestive about that. It’s the kind of thing she would say to anyone, and yet Aaron blushes at it, pink staining down his cheeks. It’s incredibly endearing to her how easily he blushes. Her adorable little tomato.

“Is that okay?” Kevin looks at Aaron for permission.

“Sure. Whatever. It’s a free country, you don’t fuckin’ have to ask me.”

“Then I’ll be there. Ironically cheering you on.”

Katelyn giggles. Kevin smiles, a brief and skittish thing, but it used to be he never smiled around her at all unless it was the fake one he can pull out on command, so Katelyn considers it a win.

“Maybe you should get some pop poms. And you’d be so cute in a cheer uniform.” Katelyn brushes Aaron’s hair back behind his ear, drawing her thumb over the reddening shell of it. Aaron gives her a grumpy, unimpressed look. Kevin is once again looking at Aaron, but his eyes are distant. Katelyn has to bite her tongue so she doesn’t laugh at the thought of Kevin imagining Aaron in a cheer uniform.

“Fuck off,” Aaron mutters, but there’s absolutely no bite to it. Even when he loses his temper, which is very rare with Katelyn, Aaron is hard pushed to ever raise his voice. His tone can be absolutely icy at times, sharply cutting at others, and there’s a cruelty to him when he’s being snide, but he is not a shouter. Katelyn boops his nose, and Aaron’s grumpy expression twitches. He also never stays annoyed at her for long. Aaron might spend most of his time annoyed at the world in general, but not Katelyn.

“I don’t know that Aaron has the flexibility required for cheer,” Kevin says, expression shifting to serious consideration.

“You fuck off, too.”

“I don’t know. I taught him how to do a cartwheel. I think I could make a cheerleader of him yet.”

Aaron looks at Katelyn with an expression of utmost betrayal that she would dare reveal that to anyone. Meanwhile Kevin looks delighted by the concept, sitting up taller, eyes bright. He looks at Aaron.

“You can do a cartwheel?”

Aaron glares at him.

“I can teach you sometime, if you want,” Katelyn says.

“I… I’m not sure I should risk something like that. With my hand.” Kevin flexes his left hand, before catching it protectively in his right, holding it to his chest. “I wouldn’t want to risk damaging it any more.”

“Fair enough.”

“Plus I’d have an awful lot further to fall than Aaron if it went wrong.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

“My short king.” Katelyn ruffles his hair. Aaron folds his arms sulkily. “Are you not going to show Kevin your cartwheel?”

“No.”

“You can’t just tell me you can do a cartwheel and then not show me.”

“I didn’t tell you shit.”

“Spoilsport.” Kevin bumps his arm against Aaron’s. Aaron recoils from him as if his touch burned. Kevin frowns. Katelyn looks between them, the tension in the room suddenly heavy and uncomfortable. Kevin clears his throat and looks away. Aaron glares at the ground, then looks up at Katelyn when she lays a hand on his forearm. She tilts her head, silently asking if he’s okay with her eyes. Aaron sighs and rests his forehead against her shoulder.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

*Kicks your door down*

BEXIBUS

May I have a fic w Freddy and the Reader on /his/ birthday and he's not expecting them to do anything for him but they surprise him? And uh maybe they put a lil icing on their titties for him to lick off?

And could I maybe??? Get a tiny bit of fluff w Reader booping icing on his nose and letting him know they'll never forget his birthday and they love him sksjfjs

Thank u v much for the chance 🥺

-Vic/TML

PS. May you dream of Freddy tonight and put ur cake in his face if yk what I mean.

Oh Vic baby, I know it has been a minute since you sent this in but it IS Robert Englund’s birthday today so I thought it was finally time to do this! Been a bit since the last Freddy moment, so I hope you enjoy it along with everyone else! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.4K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Pet Names. Lucid Dreaming. Sweetness. Surprising Freddy. Nipple Play. Food Play. Implied Oral Sex. Banter. Teasing. Freddy Being Freddy. Mild Knife Play. Domestic Fantasy. Lingerie. Dress Up.

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“Birthday Surprise.” 

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It wasn’t easy to find out what day it was, it took some serious research and effort on your part but damn it, he was worth it. He had never brought up the day and you were positive there was a reason for that but it didn’t deter you, the risk felt worth the potential reward. He was surprisingly very giving to you in many respects, seemed that good moods were striking him more often than not and he was very willing to treat you, any sort of desire you had, sexual or otherwise he was willing to meet, seemingly loving and feeding off the positive energy it drew from you. So naturally you wanted to return those efforts back to him, put a smile on his face, show him that you were just as invested as he was. 

The first way you wanted to do this was by celebrating his birthday, you had a feeling no one ever put forth much care into giving a fuck about him in any serious regard and certainly not about that, or if they had, he hadn’t even alluded to it, but you could fix that. You could make him feel special, make him feel like how he made you feel, make him feel important. 

You know this was a complex thing, hell emotions seemed to be a touchy subject on the best of days but you had a good feeling about this. You worked on lucid dreaming, on getting your skills up so far to be able to accomplish what you had in mind, and thankfully, hard work was paying off. 

He was always aware of when you fell asleep. He would feel it, be able to reach out and pull you to him. He also had a habit of liking to watch, he’d find you dreaming about whatever mundane bullshit and indulge in watching you for a minute or two before dragging you into a nightmare of his making or the boiler room, whatever setting he wished so when he reached out and found you tonight, he was surprised. 

There you were, in a much different setting then he usually found you. A brightly lit, vintage looking kitchen, you in an apron and seemingly not much else, and consumed in your current task. A quick look around showed you were deep into decorating a freshly baked and thoroughly cooled cake. God, you looked good enough to eat, better than the cake by far. He was looking you over, the thin and sheer material hugging over your ass and hips, the lace top stockings you wore, the heels, the sweet ruffled edged apron, it was doing everything possible to appeal to him. 

You were humming some tune he couldn’t place, the cake was on one of those stands that could spin, making it easier for you to ice it, turning it with one hand slowly while the other held the rubber spatula, spreading the light, airy and butter cream on the sides of the cake. He made himself known then. 

He slipped into the reality of our dream, right behind you, his hands placed on your waist, bare scarred skin on one side and leather and steel on the other. You didn’t jump, not even flinched, as if you were aware of his presence before he made it known, expecting, anticipating him. 

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little house spouse.” He purred into your ear and you grinned, “Heya Freddy.”

“Hiya sweetheart.” You feel his lips brush the shell of your ear and you lean closer back into him, “How you doing tonight?”

“How do you think I’m doing after coming into this?” His question was just what you were expecting, you finished doing the basic ice and had picked up the piping bag to do some serious detailing, “Oh doing pretty damn good I imagine.” 

“You know me too well.” He said easily, watching as you artfully swooped the icing on the sides, “So what’s with playing Susie homemaker? You got a kink you never shared with the class or somethin’?”

You laugh, a shake of your head as you work on quickly finishing up the lettering up top now that the edges were piped,  “No, no, nothing like that. Just heard what day it was and thought it would be nice to spoil you.” 

“Oh? And what day is it?” He asked and you finished up, piping bag set down, you picked up the cake and turned in his grip, holding out the two layered confection you’d spent so much time on, “A day to celebrate you.” 

His hands still sitting on your hips he read the pretty dark pink icing scrawled on top spelling out, “Happy Birthday Freddy.” 

“You remembered?” He asked and your finger swiped over the edge of the cake, catching some icing you reached up and booped him on the nose before telling him, “Freddy, I’ll never forget your birthday. I love you.” 

He seemed to try to not be affected by your sweet words. Nor by when you leaned up and licked the small spot of sugary goodness from where you’d placed it. He tried to do what he always did, cover up serious emotion with jokes. 

“You know it is a little fucking weird to celebrate a dead man's birthday, right?” He deadpanned, a raise of the skin where his eyebrows should be, had they not been scorched off forever ago. You smiled, a shrug as you said, “Yeah I know but…I dunno, it might be stupid but I care about you a lot Freddy, wanted to do something nice for you, show you how much I care.” 

“You? Care about me?” He asked incredulously and you nodded, eyes downcast to the cake still in your hands.

You uttered, "You know I do, Freddy." He laughed, long and hard before exhaling in a fond one of voice, “Fuck, you are so stupid.”

He sighed and leaned in, a kiss to your forehead and you said, “Yeah, I really am.”

“Cutest, sweetest idiot I’ve ever tormented at least.” He pulled back, hands balled into fists and resting on his hips he asked, “So what kinda cake is it?”

You let the compliment he gave roll over you, the warmth sinking into you before the reply spills out, “Lemon sponge with a jam filling and a whipped raspberry buttercream.” 

“Look at you! So fancy. You tryna impress me with your pretentious ass dessert?” He asks with that smug grin and you pose your own question. “Is it working?” 

“Maybe. I’m not convinced though.” He teases and you turn at the waist, you set the cake back down on the counter and then you reach up behind your neck, you pinch one of the ends of the bow behind your spine, you tug and let it untie, allowing the top part of your apron to fall and expose your chest.

He is looking with great interest but not saying anything else, yet. You reach over and pick up the piping bag from before, you carefully squeeze some of the sweet and sticky substance onto your chest before turning your gaze up to his, looking up at him you ask, “Are you more willing to taste it when it’s served up like this?” 

“You really are spoiling me, hmm?” He didn’t waste time, hands are on your chest cupping ample flesh as he leans down, now at eye level, looking at the delicate swirls of pink, admiring how they stand out against your skin for a moment before that inhumanly long tongue comes out to play. He takes his time, he starts inward, curling around a hardening nipple before working his way out, cleaning up the mess you left along the way. He lets out a satisfied hum as he does, eventually his mouth closes on a hard peak and he sucks deeply, tongue swirls, teeth graze, blood meets sugar and your head swims. His mouth is like heaven and hell mixed and you are thoroughly and irrevocably addicted. Your hand is on the back of his neck as his mouth works from one side to the next, by the time he is done you are left breathless, feeling his hard shaft grinding on your thigh, you ask, “You wanna try the real deal yet?”

He is dropping to his knees, hands pushing up the bottom of your apron, his tone is gruff, he nips at your inner thigh as he tells you, “Later.”

You start to whine in protest but his gloved hand is on your ass, blades biting into ample flesh and he grits out, “It’s my birthday remember?”

As he mouths over your underwear you lean against the counter, head tipping back and any and all complaints and arguments you had promptly fly out of your head, content to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. It was HIS day after all. It’s the least you could do. Cake could wait. 

[royaltysuite]

The Tales Of Lady Baccara and The Straw Hat Pirates

Chapter One: The First Encounter

Summary: After the events of the liberation of Drumm Kingdom, Y/n reveals herself to the Straw Hats as Chopper’s older sister. However, the reunion is short-lived as she is now interrogated by Luffy and his Straw Hat crew.

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“So, did ya miss me, Chopper?” Y/n asked, holding back the urge to wrap her arms around her little sibling. “Y/n, is that really you?!” Chopper shouted in disbelief. The sight of it was a bit hilarious to the surrounding people in the room. “Of course it’s me. I’ve just been hidden in your shadow the entire time and made sure that you were safe and happy. Even when you were living with the crazy lunatic, Dr.Kureha.” “Wow, that’s amazing…” chimed in Nami’s voice from the background. “Oh, I’m so rude. Sorry for intruding upon your ship. My name is Y/n Baccara, a wolf-woman from the depths of the woods in Drumm Kingdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. If it hasn’t already been clear from what Chopper said, I am his sister.” Y/n explained.

“But, you’re not a deer though? So how could you possibly be siblings?” The swordsman spoke as he made his way around Y/n. “It’s quite simple, you see. He’s my found family. I was once alone and abandoned by my people. They believed that embracing their wolf self was the way nature intended for us, but I was against it. I didn’t want to be seen as a monster to the humans I saved, but they didn’t care. So, they left me to die in an abandoned quarry after a hunt. It was almost a full week until Chopper found me and took me to Dr.Kureha’s. Since then, we formed a bond as siblings even if we weren’t together physically.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet! Chopper, why didn’t you tell us this? Also, stop staring at her like she’s a freak, idiot mosshead!” Nami pointed out. “It never came to mind. All I know is that I’m glad you were always by my side, big sis…” “I’ll always be there, Chopper, no matter what…”

The moment was enough to dispel any form of suspicion from the crew, They then went on to explain to Y/n the plans to bring Vivi back to Alabasta Kingdom in order to stop the war that’s bound to happen between the Royal Army and the Rebel Army. “That is devastating to hear, Vivi. If you would like, I could help by contacting this Pell you speak of. He has the ability to shift into an eagle, right?” “Yes, that’s right. But, could you reach him from such a long distance?” “Not exactly, I’d have to be within a wide enough vicinity around him without drawing suspicion from other citizens. After all, he could take me as a part of the rebel army.”

“That is true, but other than that?” Usopp inquired, very wary of the plan. “I could possess him and plant any message you’d like me to leave.” Y/n answered calmly, as if it was a normal situation. “POSSESS?!!” Everyone shouted. “That’s so cool! Can you possess me, too?!” Luffy bellowed loudly with excitement before being smacked upside the head by Sanji. “It doesn’t work that way. I can only possess animals, not humans, ya silly goose.” Y/n chuckled, booping Luffy on the nose with a small smile. The action made his face tinge a light red before he went back to laughing. “Anyways, guys, the plan when we reach Alabasta - find and stop the REAL culprit behind this civil war before Alabasta crumbles to nothing. Alright?!” Nami yelled, the sound of the rest of the crew’s cheers echoed loudly into the night as the Going Merry sailed through the night.

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The next few days on the sea were full of excitement. I never thought that being around other people would start to heal, especially after reuniting with Chopper. All the time that I spent with Chopper in his mind, I could feel the never-ending anxiety that he had. All the fear of being rejected by outsiders that didn’t understand him. It all hit me like a harsh wave and I wanted nothing more than to just leap out of his mind and comfort him. But, I knew that it was going to be an important step in him becoming more confident in himself.

“Sis, is everything okay? I was calling for you, but you seemed distracted.” “Oh, Tony, I didn’t see ya there. What’s going on?” I replied, shaking myself out of my daze. “I was trying to let you know that we’re approaching Alabasta now and we’re going to a city called Nanohana to restock on supplies. Did you want to come along?” “Sure, sounds interesting. Hmm, maybe they’ll have some smoked fruits…” I mumbled as we made our way off the ship towards the rest of the crew. 

As we made plans to grab only essential supplies while in Nanohana, things quickly took a turn as Luffy had run off. “Luffy, wait!” I hollered, quickly making chase behind him. Soon enough, I caught up to him and saw him sitting at a bar next to an open space in the wall. “Luffy, why didn’t you wait for us?” I sighed, trying to catch my breath before sitting next to him. “I’m hungry. Hey, old man, gimme food. Gimme, gimme, gimme food.” He chanted, clearly food being the only thing on his mind. “Sorry if he disturbed anything, if we could get one of everything on your menu along with some smoked fruit on the side please.” I told the barman, who was still in shock at the scene in front of him. 

It was quite hilarious to see just how simple-minded Luffy was sometimes. “Adorable…” I whispered to myself as I rested my arm on top of the bar counter. Once the food hit the counter in front of Luffy, he immediately began inhaling almost everything in sight. The sight was something out of the ordinary to the bystanders in the bar. As Luffy kept eating, the sound of moving rubble had my ears perking up in alert. I slid off of my seat and took a couple of steps to the side to stand in front of the giant hole in the wall.

The pile of rubble began to move and out popped a large man in a puffer coat. He then stood to his feet and shook off the dust before turning around. Both him and I made eye contact with one another then he began stomping in my directions. “Just who is this guy?” I muttered, tilting my head in confusion. As he got closer and closer to where Luffy was sitting, I stepped to the side. It seemed like he had some unfinished business with Luffy who continued devouring food. Puffer coat guy halted in his steps and he addressed Luffy, who blatantly ignored him until the guy shouted loudly in his face. Luffy took a pause in his meal as the dots began to connect in his head and he recognized the guy. 

“Oh crap, it’s Smoker…” Luffy gulped, a nervous sweat drop beading up on his forehead. Luffy then grabbed up the rest of the food and shoved in his mouth. He then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out into the street. The action startled me and I stumbled a bit before catching my footing. “Uhh, Luffy, why are we running away?” I shouted, trying to figure out what was going on. “Is he an enemy or something?” “I guess you could uh… say that.” The answer made me deadpan a little, but it didn’t matter. Right now, we need to get out of here quickly before the Marines catch wind of us being here.

[millipede-menace]

The bands back together! And they’re old lol

Art Notes/Rants below ⬇️

⚠️Warning⚠️

it is very long, I got a lot to say apparently lol

❗️They’re all aged up btw! In case you’re all wondering why i’m even redesigning them lol

🐱Chizu Mini Rant: I hate Chizu’s design in the show. Not the clothing more so the body model. I hate that they made her the stereotypical curvy cat girl with a tiny hourglass waist and tiny hands and feet. Really weird proportions, Like we’re going back to the betty boop era but no one else in the show looks like this? (Also, No hate to people who are curvy btw love you) It just doesn’t feel like it belongs in the show. Maybe if she were shorter, it would work better? Idk Also she’s like the only one in a full skin tight suit (like I get animation, but they didn’t even bother giving her implied loose clothes or armor like the other ninjas? Maybe bc she was undercover? but then she should’ve been wearing something closer to the bg character models) It’s like they’re trying to make her sexy but like why?????? for why????

I really liked the concept art of Chizu. She’s got a more sharp/rigid and square silhouette but still some curves (w/o it being weird). She still has tiny hands but her head isn’t the size of a watermelon and her face isn’t super tiny, the proportions are good. She’s all power stanced up lol She looks mean and menacing, someone not to trust or mess with. It’s literally spot on. ✨chef kiss ✨ It’s also probably why they didn’t really go with it, they probably rounded her out to be more appealing for the reveal? or she was hard to animate cause she did have baggier pants idk. Who am I, but a rando with a hard boiled egg for brains.

Art Notes: I took a lot of inspiration from the comics and I did want to keep her iconic red so she was still recognizable & stand out from the neko ninja. I made her a regular black cat! (with the idea of black cats being less likely to be adopted & be strays) (;-;) (I know she was kidnapped but still!! The stray cat vibes!!!) I gave her a more lean and tall figure, kinda like the comics but also to play off of Kistune’s height and it give scrawny stray cat vibes . . . again lol. It’s also a body shape I don’t see a lot in physically strong female characters (or maybe I do and just don’t remember? Idk but she can definitely kick your ass & she’s not here for anybody’s bullshit lol) I gave her the iconic ponytail from the comics along with the comb Kitsune usually wears. I wanted to give her green eyes (bc black cat & red and green) but i just kept them yellow. Maybe i’ll go back and change them. Her outfit is mostly inspired from Karai (bc she’s a ninja from eons ago & the gang is a little more traditional) just (pretend cuz i’m lazy) with traditional Japanese patterns. Chizu definitely got kunais and stars up her sleeves, but bc she doesn’t have to be a ninja anymore, I imagine her more into wearing pretty dresses with patterns and cute things. Stuff she never got to wear/ enjoy as a kid, you know. The show really wants to push her to be a bad ass girl boss who hates everyone and everything and is too cool and edgy for games but idk. I like to think she left the ninja stuff behind her and started living her own life based on exploring things rather than just being the cool ninja with an edgy backstory. I think she uses ninjitsu as a means of self defense but doesn’t like being connected to it b/c of the kidnapping and stuff. (We also see how she doesn’t really care about the tradition of ninjitsu cause during the show, she has no fucking clue what to do with the neko ninja, she just wanted them to stop hurting people and wanted to free the babies lol) Usagi and Kitsune are the ones who indulge her childish side. She wears a lot of red but her favorite color is pink. Kitsune def hypes her up and goes feral when she wears pink.

🦊 Kitsune Mini Rant: I hate Kitsune’s clothes in the show. Idk it just doesn’t look right on her. It’s got no shape it’s got no hiding spots for stolen goods. It’s not Kitsune. I like the concept art fit, it’s really cute. (She looks like a mini tank who will fuck you up in a cute way) but still #1 thing missing. Hiding spots for stolen goods!!! She needs some loose sleeves or flowy clothing like in the comics. (btw: I know it would be harder to animate in the show therefore I accept what they gave her but still!!!)

Art Notes: I’m not too sure about Kitsune’s fit tbh. I’m still workshopping it. She just needs something with loose sleeves! (Like she for sure is stealing shit and putting it up her sleeves, you can’t tell me i’m wrong/ it’s also where she could keep her fans!) I think i’m obsessed with her sleeves cause I imagine her gambling or playing a game of cards with a bunch of dangerous criminals and someone accuses her of cheating and she goes “What?! Me?! No, no. I’m just that good or maybe . . . you’re just that bad-” Then all the stolen cards fall out her sleeves and she just goes -fuck. and it turns into this picture vvv

ANYWAYS!!!! I gave her short hair bc idk, a girls gotta change it up sometime 💅 I actually liked her hair mimicking a fox tail but I feel like she would get bored of it and chop it all off one day. She's definitely the one who cuts and dye’s her hair at 1am then cries about it the next day. She’s got visibly longer ears and sharper face. Kitsune and Usagi wanted to get piercings together cause they’re besties and want to be edgy (she lowkey got it on her left ear to match Chizu) and so they did and Usagi’s Auntie was so PISSED lol. They got chewed out. Her hands and feet should be a little darker but i forgor. Also she’s got dark teal wrappings so it would be hard to tell anyways. I gave her the crop top with buttons from the concept art and the sleeves from the comic. They have the same maple leaf print from her comic too (i’m just lazy) and the cuffs are just lined to mimic the layers she had. She’s got her little pack, she’s also got some more smaller ones on the back (kinda like Leo). She also made a comment about not having money to buy herself shoes so . . . she’s got no shoes lol. It just wrappings under her shin guards. (no shoes just like Leo smh) It helps her be more sneaky tho >:)

Oh and they’re dating but i feel like that’s a given lol. I saw people shipping them at first and it literally went -> *sees ship* Oh they’re shipping the only two main female characters together again- yeah that’s greeeat- *Watches the show* oh. nvm I retract my sarcasm, they’re def gay for each other, thats nice. This is nice -w-

which is pretty funny, cause I think they don't like each other in the comics? (from what I saw in the singles panels I used as a reference at least) Chizu’s legit ready to kill Kitsune lol

Post Note: I totally forgot Chizu chose a bow and arrow as a weapon so now she’s just the stereotypical tall archer . . . i’m gonna go now ;-;

Gen Mini Rant: Holy Moly dudes, he was sooooo hard to draw ;-; I don't hate his design at all, actually it's one I like the most. I just don't like that there's not a lot of contrast on the 3D model and he kind just blends into a purple blob. (for me at least) I defiantly didn't do him justice but that's the best it's gonna get (from me that is.)

Art Notes: Don't look the feet . . . for any of them but mostly Gen lol. I don't really like the purple I chose but every color combo I did just looked bad idk. I can't do color, don't look at me man. Me and purple do not mix. He's still a bounty hunter so I wanted to keep his armor but I wanted him to have a long tail-coat/cape-ish jacket cause he would look cool as hell with one of those >:) (prob not practical but still) I wanted to add elbow and knee pads, but he's a rhino, he can take it. Also how can bad guys hurt him if he's too busy beating them up with his brass knuckles? He's still got his clubs but he likes clanging his fists together. lol His horn grew back! He's also got a goatee and everyone makes fun of him. The gang always threatens to shave it off in his sleep. I took more inspo from the show than the comic cause I don't really know Gen in the comics and what I did find was just miyamoto usagi but purple ;-; (clothes wise)

I wasn’t kidding, I had a lot to say, any survivors?

Feel free to suggest or critic my designs!! :0 Im not a design person and its mostly just for fun, but i looooove hearing people’s takes, especially hot takes >:) i like poking brains, its fun ^^

[observeowl]

Sorry mama N.R

Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader

Summary: Due to R being sick, Natasha was removed from the mission and spends the day taking care of her

Natasha POV The rest of the Avengers have been slightly busier than me, going on more missions since Y/N was still young. I wasn’t taken off the mission entirely, I still had missions to go but since this was slightly more risk taking, Tony decided it was better for me to stay behind. 

Thank goodness for Tony’s thinking because on the same day they left, Y/N was sick and it would have been terrible if I had left. She vomited on me this morning when I woke her up and it was apparently very funny to her. “I vomit on you, so funny.” She said repeatedly after I washed myself up. 

“Oh yeah, you think it’s funny?” I booped her nose and she scrunched her face. I would have tickled her but I didn’t want her to feel too sick. I much prefer her bubbly self and was glad that she wasn’t feeling too sick and crying all the time. 

I spent the entire day taking care of her from the moment I woke up. I placed the coolfever pad on her forehead in an attempt to cool her fever down as quickly as possible. 

Using the recipe that Wanda has given me with a step by step video knowing how dumb I am with the kitchen, I prepared food for Y/N. I didn’t make the kitchen a mess so I think I did alright. After tasting it to make sure it was edible, I cooled down the food making sure I wouldn’t scorch my baby’s tongue. 

Once it was cool enough to touch, I went to wake Y/N from her playpen. She was sleeping peacefully and I stroked her cheeks lightly to wake her up. She brought so much joy to my life that I never imagined I could have. 

“Mama?” She said groggily as she opened her eyes. 

“Yes, it’s me. It’s mama. It’s time to eat, sweetie.” I picked her up and placed her on my hip while she laid her head on my shoulder, the sleepiness had yet to leave her entirely. I placed her on the couch before going to the kitchen to take the food that I have plated.

“Y/N, please?” She was making it very difficult to feed her, moving her head each time causing a mess all over. I wasn’t even sure what was the use of wearing the bip when she was going to make a mess anyway. It usually wasn’t this hard to feed her, I wasn’t sure if it was because she was sick or the lack of help from the others to distract and entertain her while I fed her. 

I sighed and turned around to take a piece of tissue to wipe her face when I heard a thud. I turned around to see she had fallen off the couch and I dropped everything to make sure she was okay. “Oh my god Y/N, are you okay?” 

Surprisingly she wasn’t crying but she clung onto me and said. “Sorry mama.” I rubbed her back while sitting on the floor whispering sweet nothing to her for a while before moving. 

I made sure she still had her balance and wasn’t feeling giddy before putting her back in the safety of her playpen. After washing everything up, I went to see that she was playing with her blocks, trying to stack them as high as possible. “Baby, I want to show you something.” 

“Yes, mama?” She said but she was still trying to place the square block on the triangle which wasn’t working. 

“Come here baby.” I picked her up and placed her on my lap with my phone in front of her. She instantly was drawn to the electronics and reached her hand out for it and I had to push her arms down and work through the screen with one hand. 

“Baby look.” I showed her the CCTV recording of her falling off and she started giggling and  clapping her arms non-stop to the point I don’t know if she knows it’s her on the screen. 

“Some more. Some more.” Seeing that she was so happy, I clipped that part for her and replayed it until she got tired of it. 

“I was so worried when you fell off, Y/N.” My heart was already broken since she’s sick and she  gave me a heart attack when she fell off but I’m glad she was okay in the end. 

[chiquititaosita]

Ussopp with a curandera s/o

bear note: this was a request from @lunamoonartist i hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing him 🤭

post type: headcanon and mini scenario

reader: latina reader

- will immediately try to impress you with his ‘knowledge’ of herbs

-“oh hey y/n i love what you did with the.. what’s that thing again… yeah that! it looks so cool.”

- is super duper supportive!

-hypes you up

-“ you’re cleansing right now?”

-“cLEANSE mE PLEASEE!”

- you gives you space when you’re hyper focused onto your rituals

-“hey- babe.. I’ve been seeing repeating numbers…what do they mean?”

-Is going to take part into your healing journey.

-will let you treat his wounds if he gets injured

-“there all better!” You’ll kiss the bandaged spot on his injury.

-he’s a huge blushing mess when he sees you, unlike sanji he can NOT actually control himself

- will make you little trinkets for your altar.

-“ I made this for you. I know it’s not a big-“ he’ll just blush when you hug and accept his gifts he makes you

- “Well guys you’re not gonna believe it Y/n likes me and she gave me a hug.” He’ll smirk while blushing, just to hear a reaction out of someone by that someone it’s sanji.

-“Y/NNNNNNN SWANNNNN I WANT A HUG TOO!!!!” he’ll pout and run after you, which of course you give him a hug too

- but when usopp confessed to you, it was the cutest shit ever.

Okay so imagine this, you’re walking around to the gather the herbs nearby from namis orange tree which she gives specifically YOU. you were trying to make some orange juice. You also had had planned a ritual for abundance and love. As you gathered all of the supplies, when you were beginning to do the working, you heard a thud coming from outside your door.

“Ussopp? is everything alright?” You opened your door to see the tall figure adjust himself ro see you.

“AH- Y-Y/n! Y-yeah everything’s fine! I was playing with chopper and luffy.” He scratched the back of his head laughing nervously

-“ah, okay. Say can you help me reach that top book on my shelf? I can’t reach it.” You’ll come up with some excuse to just for him to stay longer.

- It worked. However, there was one particular night that made you two seal the deal.

“Hey Y/n! What are you doing awake this late?” he’ll be confused about seeing you in your sweats and black tshirt.

“I couldn’t sleep. You?” You’ll sit by him as he has s big blush appear on his face.

“Oh— uhhh I’m on night watch. You know trying to make sure no one comes by! So I can protect you.” He’ll pretend to talk all macho, just to make you laugh, which it works. He loves to hear you laugh. It’s one of those things he loves about you.

“Hey um… there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.” Your face will perk up as your colored eyes look into his amber eyes.

“What is it? Im listening.”

“Okay…here it goes.” He’ll take a deep breath.

“ireallyreallylikeyoulikemorethanafriendtypeofwayandidontwanttoruunourfriendshipwithwhatwehave—“ you grab him by his suspenders to lean in to kiss him. which he gladly accepts and kisses you back.

“W-WH” you’ll cover his mouth as you laughed quietly while kissing his cheek booping his nose.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to get you to notice my hints. I’m just glad I didn’t have to do the work.”

“W-wait so you like me too?”

“Duh isn’t it obvious why do you think I keep having you to come ‘help’ me? So I can see you and spend more time with you!” you’ll smile as you leg your hand out

I got a girlfriend now!!!! YESSS IN YOUR FACE SANJI! Wait til the guys hear about this at breakfast.

He’s gonna make a fist and do a gesture of victory.

“C-can i hug you?” You nodded enthusiastically with open arms as he hugs you so tightly to shower you with kisses.

-“here wear this. if it unravels let me know so we can replace it.”

-he’s gonna sigh in love even if you give usopp gifts for the sake of his protection with his clumsy ass. He’s gonna fall in love with you even more!

-“see this! y/n got it for me! I actually really love it.” he’ll blush at the thought the way you caressed his skin as a blessing

- is a blushing mess when you hug him, and do pda around him.

- “so what does the lime do?”

-“absorb the negative energy, observe.” Shows the rotting lime, and lemon.

-“I don’t feel so good.”

-you’re gonna do a whole ass cleanse on him and he’s like “no babe it’s fine-no keep going this is niceeeeee…..”

-“ She’s mine! Back off! Luffy!! Don’t take her food!!!”

-“um babe, I found one of your jars that broke and I made you this little windmill since I know it gets hot in here”

-“do you have any of that cologne? it smells really good!”

-“guys calm down it’s just like y/n-Chan says if we have to inhale the good shit exhale the bullshit.”

-“hi honey what are you doi-“

-“ I need a tarot reading.”

-so yes one of the best boys to have as your partner!!

[fanfoolishness]

bad trip (Jedi: Fallen Order)

Cal's badly wounded after the Haxion Brood fight, but his trust in Cere and Greez has been shaken. They take care of him anyway. ~3800 words, whump, angst, family feels even when times are tough. CW for vomit mention. Takes place immediately after the rescue from the Haxion Brood arena, when Cal has just learned the truth about Trilla.

---

Cal shivered, the adrenaline finally leaching out of his system.  Felt like he’d been running on it for hours, and now that he was safe, the exhaustion had caught up to him.  He wasn't sure how long he'd been out in a prison cell on a Haxion Brood outpost, but jumping from waking up groggy to fighting for his life in an arena battle royale hadn't been easy.

There was something worse than that, too, lurking in the back of his head where he was trying not to think about it. Trilla, the Second Sister.  What Cere had done to her.

It made him dizzy.

There wasn’t time to think about it, though.  Cal shut off the holotable with its new message from Kashyyyk.  “We’ve got our lead,” he said, and limped off to the engine room.  

He knew he should stop in the kitchen, get something to eat and drink, but he needed to be alone.  Greez and Cere's apologies still echoed in his head, Greez for his gambling debts entangling Cal and nearly getting him killed, Cere for not telling the truth -- for outright lying to him -- about her Padawan.  Cere was the one who’d let the Empire get its claws into Trilla, and she didn’t deny it.

No wonder he didn't want to look at either of his shipmates right now.

The door closed behind him, and he relaxed for a moment, grateful to be alone again with just himself and BD.  The relief was short-lived when he sank onto his narrow bed and gasped with a stabbing pain in his leg. He reached down and clumsily rolled up his pant leg to find a nasty bite the size of his palm. 

The swollen skin around the wound was mottled purple and green, and as he watched, thin rivulets of blood slid out of the bite marks, flowing down the side of his leg. He tried to touch the wound to staunch the bleeding but whipped his hand back as if he'd been burned. Kriff, that hurt!

"BD?" he called quietly, his heartrate rising.  It’s okay.  BD will sort it out for me.  It’s going to be fine.  BD bounced down from his shoulder to the floor, whistling anxiously when he saw the wound on Cal’s leg.  He scanned it immediately, his beeps growing steadily louder and more alarmed.

Cal tried looking closer at the wound himself, and his stomach turned.  Flesh should not be that color.  It must have happened sometime during the arena fight, but everything had happened so quickly he’d barely felt it.

He remembered BD telling him on Kashyyyk that wyyyschokk venom had a myriad of side effects. He wished he could recall any of them right now, but his head pounded, distracting him.  He closed his eyes and groaned, breathing with short, sharp breaths.

"Boop!" BD-1 trilled loudly.

"I need a stim, Beedee," he whispered, holding out a trembling hand.

“Brrrreep!”  We need more stims!

Cal opened his eyes with an effort.  “Oh.  Yeah.”  He knew that.  He’d needed all of them to get past that fight, between the creatures and the bounty hunter.  

There were backups in the galley, but trying to get there right now suddenly seemed impossible.  “Just -- just give me a minute,” he muttered.  “I’ll get up.”

He slumped against the bulkhead, shivering, sliding down until he rested against the wall at an odd angle.  He didn’t mind.  It felt blessedly cool.  

I’ll get up in a minute.  I’m just resting my eyes --

“Beep! … Berreep?”

---

Hands pawing at him, cold, unfeeling.  Every touch hurt, and Cal hissed, trying to roll himself away.  He couldn’t move, his hands and feet weakly flopping when he tried to control them.  

Alien tongues chattered above him, harsh voices that made his head pound.  He had to get up, had to escape, but how?

“Leave me alone,” he tried, but the words caught painfully in his throat, sending it spasming.  He retched, bringing up the last dregs of his lunch.  Dinner.  What had he eaten?  Poison?

He curled in on himself as the hands kept scrabbling, touching his face, shoulders, sides, legs, hands.  Cal tried to cover his face, but they pulled his boneless hands away.  Scrappers in dark blue and yellow-orange stared dispassionately at him, towering over him.  They were all so tall -- or he was so small --  The wrecked ships above him wheeled and circled, whirling under the rainy skies, the streaks of hyperspace, a desert sun.  The white lights of the Albedo Brave hurt his eyes.

“Stop it,” he gasped.  Pain radiated up his leg and arced a direct line to his head, which felt like it was going to explode.  He could hardly think, could hardly form any words at all.  “Hide.  Trust no one.  Trust only in the…”

One of the aliens peered in at him, its vast face swimming in a sickening blur.  It chattered something, a string of blistering curse words.  Cal flinched.  They’d found him somehow after the escape pod crash-landed, found Master Tapal and put the pieces together.  Of course this scrawny robed child was a threat, of course he was a Jedi, and they knew what to do with those --  

“No, ‘m not a Jedi,” he said frantically.  The faces above him blurred and wavered.  “I’ll work for you -- I’ll pull my weight, promise --”

The vast-faced alien leaned in, pressing a hand to Cal’s forehead.  Cal retched again at the blinding pain, panting.  What was happening?  He didn’t understand -- he’d left Bracca, hadn’t he?  He tried to balance on a Bogano mesa, but started falling.  He flailed, grabbing onto his bed for support within the wreckage.  

The Guild representative slid their hand down to his arm.  The tattoo gun sparked and seared, his arm burning with every touch.  There were no other options.  He had nowhere else to go.  He was so small, and everything ached or burned, and maybe they really had found him after the crash.  He couldn’t have gone to Zeffo, or Kashyyyk.  What would he be doing off-planet anyway?  He was scrapper trash, he always had been -- it was all he would ever be --

He thrashed under the cold hand, struggling to breathe, and something sharp bit him in the arm.

---

Cold eyes stared into his, a soulless, empty gaze.  Cal blinked.  He knew this face.  He knew this fear --

“Trilla!” he gasped.  The woman recoiled, lips curling into an angular sneer.  She tossed her sleek hair back, and her piercing eyes bored into his mind.  

“Weak as always, Cal Kestis,” she leered.  “Look what you’ve gotten yourself into.  You’ve failed again, haven’t you?”  She prowled around him, red lightsaber humming at her side, emitting the tortured whine of a turned kyber crystal.  He tried to step back, reaching for the lightsaber at his belt, ready to stand and fight.

But there was nothing there.  His hand brushed his hip and felt only fabric.  He froze.

Trilla flung out her hand and the Force crushed him downward, staggering him until he crumpled onto his bad leg.  He tried to touch it, tried to remember when he was wounded.  A lightsaber burn?  But that didn’t explain why it felt so swollen, so moist --

His hand came away sticky with blood and ichor, and he scrabbled backward, hand curling around a lightsaber hilt that wasn’t there.  “Beedee, help,” he begged. 

From a great distance he could hear BD’s beeps and warbles, and something different, familiar, beyond it.  Greez?  Cere?

“What’s happening?” he asked, even as the room bucked and swayed around him.  Zeffo was Kashyyyk was the Albedo Brave was Coruscant.  Master Tapal gave Cere a worried look.  BD-1 perched on a clone trooper’s shoulder, his eyes flashing red.  Trilla’s saber pierced Prauf’s chest, and Cal sank to his knees, stifling sobs.

“You have to rest, kid,” Greez said urgently, and four hands pushed him down.

---

“This is bad.”

“Beedee says that it should pass, now that we’ve treated--”

“You only think that’s what he’s saying.  I know your binary’s rusty.  He could be saying Cal’s gonna die and we wouldn’t even know!”

“Calm down, Greez.  He’s already looking better --”

“Don’t shoot,” Cal muttered to the clones.  They lifted their bone-white helmets, tilting them to the side at identical angles.  The black visors showed nothing of their eyes.  “I’m not the -- not the enemy.”

“We’re not fighting,” said one of the clones.

“What do you think he sees?” asked the other one anxiously.

Cal rubbed his face, breathing hard.  Sweat slicked his hands.  Another wave of cold nausea passed over him.  “Medbay,” he said, his heart pounding, the room whirling around him.  “Please, help me.  My master --”

“We’re working on it, kid,” said one of the clones. “His master?  Oh, geez.”

“You were bitten by one of the giant spiders,” the other tried to explain.  “You’re sick, but you’re going to be all right.  You need to rest.”

“No,” Cal said, getting to his feet.  Bright lights flashed in his head, half-fractured fragments of psychometry -- or was it just his own memory?  A spider bite, a roaring stadium, an asteroid --  His breath came quick and shallow.  None of this was real.  He looked wildly for a blaster, his lightsaber, anything.  He was going to have to fight his way out.  He reached for the Force --

The Force slid away from him, wrapped in an oily sheen that made it hard for him to reach through to it.  His connection felt muffled and slippery, a thousand parsecs beyond him  It was worse than living on Bracca, worse than when he’d tried stuffing the Force down, down, down where he couldn’t feel it anymore.  Worse than when he had pretended he had never been a Jedi.

No.  No.  I started fixing it, I can feel the Force again, I was getting better.  Why can’t I reach it?  I have to reach it!

His next attempt left him reeling, and the shakes hit him as badly as the fear, roiling, wracking spasms.  “I’m going crazy,” Cal whispered, his leg throbbing with each beat of his heart.  He thought it might burst open.  Maybe that would be better than the agony he was in now.  “Or I’m dying.  It’s one or the other, right?”

Cere’s face was dispassionate and hollow, a perfect reflection of her former Padawan’s arrogance and cruelty.  “Then you’re of no use to me, Kestis.  We will leave you for the Empire.”

Anger flared within him, nauseating, smothering, stabbing.  “I knew I couldn’t trust you,” he hissed, and flung outward with the Force --

Cere rolled with the push, staying upright, though he could see it took a toll on her.  She braced herself against the wall.  “We’re helping you, Cal.  Close your eyes.  Trust me.”

“Better listen to her, kid,” said the shorter clone.  Shorter?  “Please rest.  Just because you look better doesn’t mean you don’t still look terrible.”

“You look terrible,” said Cal sullenly.  Cere took off her clone trooper helmet and set it aside.  Her armored hands reached out, and he reached up to protect his face, the old scar on his cheek burning --

She tucked a blanket around him, and his hand fell back to his side.  He stared up at the ceiling.  The Albedo Brave had never been so small and close before.

Tears collected at the corners of his eyes, mingling with sweat.  He could taste both at the edges of his lips.  What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s happening --

---

Cal blinked.  The emergency lights greeted him in gentle organized lines on the wall across from his cot.  He tried to swallow and tasted stale breath, a hint of sick, the driest tongue he’d ever felt.

He tried to figure out his surroundings.  He was on the Mantis.  When was it?  The last thing he remembered was the disastrous Haxion Brood fight, the tense air between him and Cere and Greez, and then--

He reached out a shaky hand to his leg, under the blankets.  He realized someone had stripped him down to his underclothes.  He could feel a warm, pulsing welt on his leg, safe beneath a bandage.  While it hurt, he could touch it with only a little wincing.

He fell back against his pillow.  He remembered BD-1 warning him about wyyyschokk venom, that it was used to immobilize prey for later digestion.  Something about neuroparalytics.  In sentients, the venom could also cause blinding hallucinations --

Oh.

“Boop?” BD-1 asked suddenly, his lights flashing.  Cal squinted against the onslaught of brightness, shading his eyes with a clammy hand.

“I’m here, Beedee,” he croaked.  

“Beep!” BD trilled excitedly, and took off down the hall, his little legs whirring.  Cal groaned.  

“It’s okay,” he tried to call, but the words were barely audible even to his own ears.  “You don’t have to get them --”

“Cal?” Greez asked, clattering into the room, Cere coming along a few steps beside him.  “Oh, man, kid, are you a sight for sore eyes.”

“You look better, Cal,” said Cere.  She smiled at him, but it was restrained.  He looked away, unable to look her in the eye.  Not yet.  

“What happened?” Cal asked.  “The last thing I remember is realizing one of those spiders got me.”  He struggled to sit up, his head spinning.  He took a deep breath and reached out with the Force, and the spinning slowly stopped.  The Force felt better, cleaner, more like itself now.  Or maybe it was that he felt more like himself.

“Thank goodness for your little droid there,” said Greez, jabbing a thumb in BD’s direction.  “You’d passed out and we might not have realized how bad it was if it wasn’t for this little guy.  You’ve been a mess, you know.  That thing really did a number on you.”

“How long have I been sleeping?” Cal asked, dreading the answer.

“Sleep is a relative term,” said Cere.  Greez nodded.  “As far as we could tell, the venom gave you terrible hallucinations.  We treated you with stims and bacta, but enough of the venom had gotten into your bloodstream that we couldn’t keep you from experiencing some of its effects.”  She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging.  “I only wish we’d realized you were injured earlier.  It might have gone much differently if we’d been able to treat it right away.”

Cal foggily remembered stalking off to his room after boarding the ship.  I could have said something then.  Maybe it would have kept him from getting here, maybe not.  He wasn’t sure he could have done anything different, given how he’d been feeling about Cere and Greez at the time.  He wasn’t sure he could do anything differently now.

Yet he was grateful, too.  “Sorry for worrying you,” he offered.  He reached up, gingerly brushing his sweat-soaked hair back and out of his eyes.  His head barely ached when he touched it, a marked improvement.

“What’d you see, anyway?” Greez asked.  Cere gave him a stern look.  “What?  He was saying some pretty wild stuff, I was just curious.”  A guilty expression crossed his face.  “I mean, you don’t have to tell me.  If it was something you’d rather not think about.”

Cal stared down at his hands, resting atop the blanket.  Blankets.  He realized there were multiple layers of them, including Greez’ favorite throw from his great-grandmother and the thick warm blankets Cere always wore over her shoulders on hyperspace jumps.  They were sweaty and funky-smelling and rumpled now, all of them piled high over him.

He glanced over to Cere and Greez and BD, who wore him the same worried look in their own ways; Greez with it plain as anything on his expressive face, Cere with a concern that was both reserved and genuine, and BD with the tilt and turn of his antennae.  

He thought of Trilla’s feral eyes, the way she’d spat Cere’s name, Cere’s lies that Trilla had been killed by the Empire.  He thought of the Haxion Brood knocking him out for Greez’s debts and throwing him into a ring to be killed for sport.  He thought of muzzy, half-remembered nightmares.  There were a lot of things he could say right now.  There were some that he knew he shouldn’t.

Cal gave Cere and Greez a tired smile.  “You know, I don’t really remember what I saw.  Just weird stuff that didn’t make any sense.”  He shrugged.  “I thought I was dying.  Guess it’s a good thing you guys were here to bring me back.”

Greez grinned in obvious relief.  “That’s right.  We look out for each other on this ship, and don’t you forget it.  Now, promise me, kid, you get into any more scrapes with something with a venom gland, you tell us about it so we can watch out for you.  Deal?”

“Deal,” said Cal.  He reached out and shook one of Greez’s hands, and though his handshake wasn’t anything near as strong as it ought to be, it still put a smile on Greez’s face.

“You still need your rest,” said Cere gently.  “You were out for three days.  It’s going to take you a few more rotations to fully get back to yourself.”

“Days?” said Cal, his heart rate jumping.  “But the mission -- we need to keep looking, we have to get back to Kashyyyk and find Chieftain Tarrful --”

Cere stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder.  “We’ll complete the mission, Cal.  But we’ll only do so with you healthy and rested.  If you’re still injured, you’ll be an easy target.  We owe it to Tarrful, and the children named on the holocron, to do everything we can to achieve a successful mission.  We can only do that if you’re well.”

Cal swallowed, blinking back sudden stinging in his eyes.  Master Tapal’s voice rang out suddenly in his mind, after a ground battle where Cal had been injured and was desperate to get back out to help their troops.  Master Tapal had had to order him to stay put, but it had been the right call in the end; their troops were only able to free the Republic outpost with all men on deck.  Men they would have had to spare to protect Cal if he’d hurt himself further.  

He let out a long, frustrated breath, and hung his head.  “I know.   I’ll be more careful next time.  It was a stupid mistake.”

“Don’t beat yourself up like that, kid,” said Greez, frowning.  “The spider already did a good job, you don’t have to give it a hand.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cal said automatically.  

“Rest up, Cal.  We’ll get you some food and water,” said Cere.  She opened her mouth as if to say something more, but closed it again.  “Greez will fix up something nice and light for you.”  

“Right,” said Cal.  His stomach growled, hungry for the first time in days.  He laid a hand over it to silence it.  

For a moment the three of them looked at each other.  He wasn’t sure what to say.  He was glad they’d looked out for him -- dank farrik, he could have died -- but there was still a lot to set right, and he didn’t even know where to begin.  The ship hummed around them, and the silence stretched.

“Boop?”

The reverie broke.  Cal smiled at BD-1.  “Hey, buddy.  Yeah.  I’ll be back out there in no time.”  He gazed up at Cere and Greez.  Things were complicated… but not everything had to be.  He spoke, and he meant it.  “Thank you, both of you, for helping me.”

The air felt calmer again.  Cere nodded and gave him a small, faint smile. Greez took a little bow.

“You’re welcome, kid.  Now what do you think -- mudhorn egg omelettes, or loaded ronto wraps?”

“A light meal, Greez.”

Cal watched them head back to the galley.  Something complicated unfurled itself in his chest, a ball of tangled feelings.  Hope was there, and anger; disappointment, gratitude, doubt, determination.  He didn’t know what all it meant.  

But he knew whatever it was, it was real; it was something bigger than the nightmares of clone troopers and Inquisitors, old fears and new failures.  It filled him more than anything had in a long time.

He held onto it, and he drew his blankets closer.

[britcision]

Well for today’s WIP Wednesday I had me a dilemma… because chapter 5 is damn near finished, last scene, and I don’t want to give you the whole thing early!

So instead, you get the scene I’m working on, at the end of the chapter >) also, I think I finally fixed the tag lists, but if you have asked to be tagged and still aren’t please let me know

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Bumping into Tucker and Tim had been a fun coincidence, and Danny wasn’t about to miss the chance to catch up. Sure, they’d not been apart long, but a lot had happened.

First of all…

“What happened to your shoulder Tim?” Jason asked “innocently”, something just on this side of sincere worry in his eyes.

Tim made a face, rolling his shoulder and carefully cupping it.

“Oh, nothing. Just a bit of an overenthusiastic greeting by someone called Vlad,” he said nonchalantly, shooting Danny a sly smile. “He thought I was someone else.”

For just the briefest second, that hot flare of Obsession hit Jason again. Protect-mine-how dare he.

But Danny was used to those kinds of reactions; mostly from personal experience. If he even thought his friends were hurt in an attack, things got… intense.

He let his aura spread enough to stroke across Jason’s again, not moving closer while they were the center of attention. He felt the flash of surprise, and something… else?

Something softer, none of the alarm he’d felt when he’d filled the room. He stroked calm-safe-amused-he’s faking back anyway and watched Jason’t shoulders settle.

Felt a wash of embarrassed-amused-sorry more directed his way, and smiled to himself. Jason was getting good at this pretty fast.

Sam, Tuck, and Tim had kept the conversation going while they had their little halfa moment, chatting just a little louder than they should about Tim’s encounter.

Just so their neighbours could hear them without having to strain, of course.

That would be rude.

Slotting back into the conversation was easy, and honestly? Tim was also a pretty cool guy to hang out with. Danny was a little surprised by how much fun he was having.

It just went to show, the galas of nightmares could be pretty fun with friends.

There was definitely something about to start though, because people were beginning to move more pointedly towards the large doors opposite the stairs. The dining hall, if Danny remembered right.

Right. Dinner.

It was probably that which brought Damian, Dick, and Cass to join them. Dick launched easily into the story of their own encounter with Vlad and okay, being funny as fuck clearly ran in the family.

Damian was a little off though. Until he actually met Bruce, Danny couldn’t say for sure, but for now? Maybe the Waynes were just the unfunny ones.

That or something was bugging him, because he had a tight frown on his face. And… was… kinda staring at Danny.

Half an eye on the kid, Danny casually shifted away to the right. The glare followed, so yeah - gonna say that was for him.

It was kinda cute really. For all the kid wanted to play tough guy and pretend he didn’t care, he basically radiated a protective suspicion for Jason.

Danny had to admit he’d been weird enough when he thought anyone was threatening Jazz or his friends, so he couldn’t complain. Just felt weird to be on the other side of.

Just as they were approaching the wide open doors, the Mansons popped up again, absolutely beaming to see Sam surrounded by the full crop of Waynes.

“I’m so happy to see you all getting along, poor Samantha does get so lonely at these events sometimes,” Pamela trilled happily, patting her daughter on the shoulder.

Sam, Manson Party Smile in place, glanced at the hand like she was seriously considering biting it. Danny hid a grin of his own.

“We’re sorry to break up the party, but we should be getting our two off to our table,” Jeremy explained, giving Sam a beaming smile and pretending Danny didn’t exist.

Jason cut in immediately, bestowing a charming smile on both of them and offering Sam his hand. Which she gave a sidelong look to, then slowly took.

Pamela’s eyes all but whirred like camera lenses as she locked onto the gesture.

“Actually, I was just about to invite Sam to join me at our table? And Danny too of course,” Jason added as an afterthought, also not looking for Danny.

For the best, because he wasn’t sure he could hold in all the giggles. No chance of the Mansons noticing anyway, because they were on cloud nine.

“Oh, how wonderful! It would certainly give you some more time to get to know each other,” Pamela gushed, the hand on Sam’s shoulder giving her daughter a sudden little shove closer to Jason.

As if there was any chance she might have missed the super subtle parental semaphore all evening.

And Sam deserved an Oscar.

Glancing up to Jason, she let the Party Smile slip more into a real, shy one, quickly looking away like she didn’t want to be caught looking.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” she said quietly, her grip tightening just a little.

If Danny hadn’t known she’d never been shy in a relationship in her life he could have easily bought into this Bridgerton bullshit. As it was, he and Tuck exchanged grins, wishing for popcorn.

Jeremy took his wife by the arm before she could dissolve into delighted tittering, inclining his head to the group.

“I’m sure we’ll see you after dinner then. Have fun,” he told Sam, and for just a moment he sounded so sincerely proud that Sam’s grip tightened in Jason’s.

Then they were gone and she groaned melodramatically, dropping said hand and glaring at Tucker and Danny.

“Not a word,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. Both boys immediately raised their hands in abject surrender.

“Whatever would we even say?” Tuck asked innocently. Beside him Tim snickered.

“That your parents clearly read even more period romances than Jason?” He offered, and Sam’s eyes narrowed at him instead.

Then she huffed, folding her arms and dragging Jason’s hand into the crook of her elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Get me to the table. At least I don’t have to listen to them gushing for an hour,” she grumbled, actual sadness flicking across her eyes.

Jason slipped his hand free and before she could protest, wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“C’mon, let me tell you about all the times Timmy’s fallen asleep at gala dinners,” he said innocently, shooting a wicked grin at his younger brother as he turned them away to keep walking.

Tim’s smile dropped immediately as they begun to walk, hurrying around so he could glare at Jason and walk backwards.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jason. I still have pictures of the Discowing incident,” he threatened, and unfortunately for him only made Jason grin broader.

“You did, until Babs owed me a favour,” he teased back and Tim’s eyes narrowed, hands jumping to his phone.

“Fuck off she did not, she wouldn’t,” he grumbled as he fell behind, Dick landing a companionable hand on the back of his neck to steer him along with them.

“Discowing incident?” Tucker asked, hurrying up on Jason’s other side.

Jason glanced back over his shoulder, smirking at Dick and Tim.

“Family game night. The loser has to suffer some humiliation, and when I lost they got me one of Nightwing’s old costumes to wear for photos. The one with the v-neck,” he added for explanation.

Coming up on Sam’s other side, his hand in the small of her back, Danny damn near tripped over his feet. He’d have fallen if Sam hadn’t caught him, a smug smirk now on her face.

At least she was feeling better.

Behind them, Dick rolled his eyes while Tucker went searching on his PDA.

“Hey, I still say that was a cool suit. More interesting than all the black spandex the rest of the bat brigade mainline,” he protested, making all three of his brothers scoff.

“Then why did he stop wearing it?” Steph asked, materialising from nowhere to toss an arm around Dick’s shoulders, just as Danny asked,

“Isn’t Nightwing’s current costume mostly black?”

Even Cass giggled, which Danny had already decided was an accomplishment. Dick gave a few half hearted defences while the others needled him, and Tucker made a triumphant noise and passed his PDA to Sam.

She angled it so Danny could see and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

“He fought crime in that?!” He exclaimed through his fingers, and Sam raised a pointed brow at him.

“Batman’s underwear are on the outside and this is the line?” She asked sarcastically, then turned and grinned up at Jason. “So when are you introducing me to my new best friend Babs?”

They’d reached a large oval table now… right in the front and center of the room. Right. Wayne table, Jason’s gala.

They were gonna have an audience.

Jason chuckled and grinned down at Sam, moving to pull out a chair for her just off center.

“Absolutely fucking never unless you swear to forget all you’ve heard,” he promised as the rest of his siblings minus Cass rushed around for the other side of the table.

Sam snorted a laugh, taking the seat and letting him tuck her in.

“Look at what I am fucking wearing. Give me the disco suit and I’ll wear that with pride,” she pointed out, gesturing to the mass of bows.

Dick won the race, by diving into the seat Tim had just pulled out and locking his legs underneath it. He leaned immediately across the table and grinned at Sam.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Steph dropped down to sit beside him.

“We could go later tonight?” She offered, and both laughed when Jason flicked a napkin at them, taking his own seat.

“You’re both the fucking worst, and Babs has shit on you too,” he reminded them, with no real effect.

Danny took a seat Sam’s other side, Tucker winding up beside Danny on the curve. That left Tim with a seat almost half opposite Tucker, on the other side of the round.

Further from the main action, but honestly, he took it with good grace. Better than Damian, who despite having the seat on Dick’s other side, near the middle of the table, was still sulking.

Maybe because he’d had to wait for a new chair to be brought? Cass had the other new chair, at Jason’s other side.

No one seemed worried that they’d left the table unbalanced, mostly down at one end.

A couple of attendants had already hurried over with three extra chairs, disappearing again for place settings as the Waynes passed cutlery around.

Danny figured this was what throwing the party (and having more money than your average country) did for you. People didn’t make a fuss when plans changed.

The hall was still pretty loud, people finding their seats and getting comfortable. Across the table Dick leaned forward, grinning broadly at Sam and Danny.

“So, we know about Sam and her folks. What about you, Danny? Do you have any family nearby?” He asked, ignoring a warning look from Jason.

Danny appreciated it, but he didn’t really mind. Odds on, he’d be getting to know Jason’s family better at some point. They seemed pretty close.

“Nah, my sister’s studying psychology in Star City and both parents are still in Illinois. We sort of spread out.” Not least so both he and Jazz could have some time away from home.

Time to pretend to be normal. And somewhere nobody knew the name Fenton.

Dick nodded cheerfully, but Danny didn’t miss how both Damian and Steph’s eyes had narrowed. They were gonna remember what he said for later.

Fun. Maybe he should be doing some interrogating back.

Dick had already moved on though, still with that charming smile.

“Can’t say I know much about that, the furthest I got from home was Bludhaven,” he said companionably, tugging Damian in for a hug. “Can’t let the little ones do without their biggest brother.”

Damian squirmed viciously, sputtering protests, and Steph laughed and pulled Dick into a headlock.

“Jason’s bigger,” she teased, and Danny couldn’t help glancing over from the corner of his eye.

Jason was a lot bigger. In just about every direction. To be fair, Jason was bigger than some cars.

Dick squirmed free with surprising flexibility, releasing Damian who huffed and corrected his outfit immediately. Danny figured it was as good a time as any to do some sleuthing back.

“Bludhaven, huh? What do you do there?”

“I’m a cop,” Dick answered with an easy shrug. “I guess I got in the habit of wrangling these little bastards.”

Sam snorted a laugh beside him and Danny hid a grin in his hands. He was probably gonna regret that.

“You grew up in Gotham and became a cop?” She asked, heavy with derision. Beside Danny Tucker snickered, leaning over to whisper to Tim.

“And you thought you had it bad before.” Which, yeah. ACAB was Sam’s other favourite mantra after Eat The Rich.

Dick shrugged again, not losing his cheerful grin yet and spread his hands.

“That’s kinda why I did it. There were always so many corrupt cops, I wanted there to be at least someone that people could count on,” he explained like it might save him.

Sam stifled most of the second laugh.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you said you became a cop, not a firefighter. Is he a snitch too?” She asked Steph, who looked like Christmas had either come a little late or extremely early.

“Not to Bruce, but he did threaten to arrest me for parking near a fire route,” she said with a wicked grin.

Decidedly pouting now, Dick threw both hands into the air.

“I was kidding! I didn’t actually arrest her!” He argued as the rest of the table booed. Even Damian.

“Just another corrupt cop,” Sam sighed, shaking her head. Dick opened and closed his mouth a few times, then frowned.

“Wait so I’m a snitch if I do arrest people and corrupt if I don’t? How am I supposed to win?” He complained, the pout still mostly playful.

Sam stared him dead in the eye, devoid of mercy.

“Not be a cop.”

Dick groaned dramatically and Steph laughed, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.

“Hey, we told you when you joined,” she pointed out cheerfully and Dick sighed.

“Well, yeah, but the system’s not gonna change if no one ever does anything, is it?”

Tucker and Danny exchanged looks. Grins. And were slightly surprised when Jason beat Sam to the punch.

“Corrupt systems don’t change from the inside, Dickie,” he said with a smirk. Dick pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“Hey, you can’t talk. He likes Red Hood,” he explained as an aside to the Amity Parkers as if it might help his case.

Jason spread his hands, grinning.

“Hey, I came from the Alley, I’m allowed to appreciate a guy cleaning it up. Which the cops never even tried,” he added smugly. Dick huffed.

“Red Hood killed people.”

“So do the police,” Sam pointed out with a smirk of her own and Dick deflated.

“Red Hood stopped,” Jason joined in, jumping on the moment of weakness. “I bet his bodycount is less than Bludhaven PD’s.”

Steph and Tim both snickered at that, although Danny wasn’t quite sure why. It seemed a little more innuendo ridden than just enjoying Dick’s suffering.

And Jason’s cheeks definitely pinked. But he ignored them. Yeah, Danny had some follow up questions for later.

From Jason’s other side, Cass signed something that Danny couldn’t quite catch from this angle, but Steph nodded quickly.

“Yeah, good point Cass. She wants to know what you guys think about vigilantes,” she explained, looking expectantly at Sam.

Who frowned for a moment, then shrugged.

“At least they’re getting something done. But someone needs to look into Batman hoarding children,” she said dryly, and most of the table snickered.

“I think most of them follow him,” Tim pointed out in an effort to be fair. Steph and Jason both made faces at him and he flipped them both off.

“But do you have a favourite of Gotham’s vigilantes?” asked Dick, leaping onto the subject change with both feet.

Danny cast a quick glance at Jason, but he looked about as entertained as the rest of the table. It must have been something they talked about a lot.

Or the rest of the Waynes were the rest of the bats. But Danny didn’t want to assume… unless it would be funny.

Without the key of Jason’s old Robin connection, Sam and Tucker probably wouldn’t get there.

Sam was pursing her lips, probably thinking about her options. She’d know more of them than him or Tucker, but Danny figured he knew most of the big players.

“Black Bat,” she finally decided, leaning back in her seat, “but Batwoman definitely fucks.”

This was met with general agreement, Danny frowning for a moment. He’d not had many bat sightings since moving to Gotham, but…

“She definitely says fuck,” he agreed with a snicker. Sam punched his shoulder.

“You can’t talk. Who’s your favourite, new town boy?”

Rubbing his arm and feigning great injury, Danny stuck his tongue out at her. Thought for a moment longer.

“Signal’s pretty great,” he decided, tipping his chair back for a moment to frown at the ceiling, “I passed by the mall after a rogue attack one time and he was teaching the kids to do flips.”

“After the rogue was in custody?” Steph asked, but she was still grinning. Danny shrugged.

“I dunno, I don’t talk to cops.”

Dick let out another wounded groan and Sam snickered, then leaned forward to look at Tucker.

“How about you?”

Tucker hesitated for a moment, clearly torn. Then he visibly drew in his courage and looked around the table expectantly.

“Have you guys heard of the Oracle?” He asked, voice heavy with anticipation. The surrounding Gothamites stilled, watching him expectantly.

Sam rolled her eyes.

“If you’re not wearing spandex are you even a vigilante?” She asked dryly. Tucker flipped her off.

“Hey, Oracle’s done more for this city than any of the bats! More for the whole world!”

“It’s a legend in the hacker community,” Danny “explained”, keeping an eye on Dick and Steph as the two opposite him. And less obviously hacker connected.

If they were the bats and Oracle existed, they’d know.

“They’re a master hacker that can break any system, any time, and gathers all the evidence to put people like Roman Sionis behind bars,” Tucker said, taking over the explanation.

With his usual dramatic aplomb, planting both hands flat on the table and leaning forward impressively, his voice low and conspiratorial.

“No one knows who they are or anything about them. You just find their tracks sometimes, especially when there’s a really big rogue attack or someone gets busted too soon.”

“Sounds kinda like a rumour,” Dick offered with a small shrug, glancing at Tim. “How about you, Tim? Have you heard of an Oracle?”

Tim hesitated for a moment, just long enough for Steph to snicker.

“Guess if there is one they don’t bother with Bludhaven PD,” she said smugly, dodging when Dick swung half heartedly at her. “Police brutality!”

Dick groaned whole heartedly as the others laughed, sinking back into his seat.

“But seriously, why doesn’t anyone like Nightwing?” He grumbled, arms folded as he pouted at his siblings. “He was on the scene before it was cool.”

‘Before he had to be cool,’ Cass signed, shuffling a little further around the curve of the oval so the rest of the table could see her.

Dick’s head snapped up when Steph and Sam laughed harder, pouting at his sister.

“Hey! Not fair when I’m not looking!”

‘Pay attention then,’ she signed back, her expression all sweet and studied innocence.

At the other end of the table Tucker decided to take a little pity on the guy.

“Nightwing’s okay. I liked that suit,” he said with a shrug and a grin. Dick straightened in his seat, grinning over at him.

“Finally, a man of distinction and taste!”

“Cops don’t get opinions,” Sam smirked, leaning forward to grin at Tucker, “so what’s your excuse?”

Tucker stuck his nose in the air, pointedly looking away from her.

“We’re not all goth, Sam. Some of us have heard of colours.”

“Spoiler wears purple,” Tim put in helpfully, pulling up a picture to show him. Tucker leaned in for a moment, then nodded.

“Yeah that’s pretty cool too. Capes are in,” he added, shooting a meaningful look at Danny. Who rolled his eyes, both hands in the air.

“And when they come in for those of us not wearing identity obscuring masks, I’ll wear one,” he replied dryly. Tucker pshawed at him, waving a hand.

“You’re in Gotham, how weird would it be?” He asked off handedly. Danny sighed and then looked pointedly around the rest of the table.

“Weird?” Steph offered, shrugging.

“Pretty fuckin’ weird,” Jason agreed and Danny folded his arms and grinned at Tucker.

“I’m not breaking my win streak by letting some rogue mistake me for a bat. You wear a cape while you’re here,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

Whatever Tucker was about to say was lost when Dick sat up sharply, face bright with renewed enthusiasm.

“Wait, Danny, does that mean you haven’t been in a rogue attack before?” He asked eagerly, which was just a little too fucking weird.

Even weirder, the rest of the Gothamites looked equally excited. Even Damian managed a smug anticipation around his piercing stare.

Danny felt kind of like he was in a freak show display case.

“Uh… yeah? But I bet loads of people in Gotham haven’t and it’s only been a year…” his excuses were immediately batted away as Steph clasped her hands in front of her.

“Oh that means tonight is gonna be your first! That’s so exciting!” She squealed happily.

Danny and Tucker gave her weird looks, but to their surprise it was Sam who answered, sighing and leaning back in her seat.

“At least one rogue always attacks a gala,” she explained, waving a hand around them, “it’s all of Gotham’s wealthiest in one place. It’s why we don’t come here much,” she added, eyes narrowing in frustration.

Beside her Jason frowned down at her. Probably trying to work out the frustration.

“Because they don’t think it’s safe? One of the bats always deals with it,” he added when Tucker and Danny still looked confused.

Sam snorted and shook her head.

“Because they think I’ll start something during the attack,” she huffed, folding her arms and glaring at Tucker and Danny. Daring them to comment.

Tucker, unafraid of death with Danny between them, snickered.

“You’ll finish something during the attack,” he corrected, ignoring the sudden concerned looks from the Gothamites.

Sam’s eyes narrowed further but she let the comment stand. Steph leaned forward a little, looking nervous for the first time.

“It’s usually better not to get involved?” She offered, sounding almost apologetic. “The rogues can be pretty dangerous and you don’t want to call attention to yourself.”

“I doubt that would be an issue,” Damian snapped, eyes narrowed as he trained that glare on Sam instead of Danny.

She stared him down, then nodded sharply.

“He gets it. Anyway, you don’t have to worry, I got the lecture half a dozen times when we flew in. “No punching assholes, or any criminals”,” she mimicked her mom’s perky tones, heavily sarcastic air quotes stretched alongside.

Stifling a grin, Danny suddenly noticed something.

“Hey wait, I didn’t get the no punching speech?”

“Maybe they’re hoping you die in the rogue attack,” Tucker snickered, shooting Jason a sly grin.

——————

Whole thing is on AO3 under Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It, link is in the first chapter under the tag!

[can-of-pringles]

Bedtime Stories

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Rosie asks for a bedtime story and Marigold and Peter explain how they first met.

Also Read on AO3

The day changed to evening, then to night, bringing peace and quiet along with it. Everyone in the Rosales-Maximoff family was preparing for bedtime. Well, more like Peter and Marigold preparing their daughter, Rosie, for bedtime.

“And don’t forget Duck,” Marigold spoke. She handed Rosie’s lovie to the girl to hold.

The parents helped her settle into her bed to go to sleep.

“There, snug as a bug.” Peter finished tucking Rosie in under the blankets and sheets.

“But I’m not a bug! I’m a duck!” She said.

“Right, of course. How could I forget?” He joked.

“I’m a duck, I’m a duck!” Rosie sang.

“You’re our little duckling.” Marigold smiled and booped her little nose.

Rosie giggled.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Peter asked.

“No, I want a story!” She replied.

“Oh, a story, huh? Well, I think that can be arranged,”

“What do you want to hear tonight?” Marigold said.

Rosie pondered for a minute. “Tell me the story of how you guys met!” She suggested.

“Really? You want to hear that?” Marigold asked.

Rosie nodded.

“It’s a little long, you sure?” Peter added.

“Yes!”

“Alright, you want me to tell it?” He asked his wife.

“You can tell most of it. I’ll chime in occasionally,” she said.

“Okay.” Peter cleared his throat. He and Marigold sat down on Rosie’s bed. “Prepare yourself for the life-changing story of how your mother and I met!” He grinned.

Rosie gasped. She pulled the covers up more, settling in for a long story.

Marigold chuckled. “Life changing? Don’t you think you’re exaggerating, just a tad?”

“No, it is totally life-changing.”

“Alright.” She said, chuckling shortly.

“I’ve decided we’re starting a little earlier in the story, just to help set it up and explain things,” Peter stated.

“How far back?” Marigold asked. She raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Just the prison part, okay?” He whispered to her.

“I was just wondering,”

“Okay, let’s start near the beginning,” Peter said. “It was 1973,”

Rosie gasped and widened her eyes.

He gave her a look of annoyance. “Oh, come on, I’m not that old!”

“Sorry.” She murmured and smiled.

“Be careful. I think she’s calling you a dinosaur.” Marigold joked, patting his shoulder.

“No, I didn’t!” Rosie exclaimed. She hid her giggling by covering her face with Duck.

Marigold started to laugh as well. Peter rolled his eyes and sighed.

“If I was a dinosaur, could I do this?” He began tickling the girl.

“Okay! Okay! You’re not a dinosaur!” Rosie squealed. She tried batting away his hands.

“Well, good, glad we settled that.” He smiled.

Rosie pulled the sheets up again, giggling to herself. She held onto Duck. “Tell the story!”

“Right, where was I?” He asked.

“1973,” Marigold said.

“Okay, 1973, I was seventeen years old, and I was bored, like soooo bored.” He groaned and made a face.

Rosie chuckled.

“That is until these guys show up and say they want my help to break Opa out of the Pentagon.”

“What? Opa Erik? Pentagon?” She questioned.

“The Pentagon is this really high-tech security jail place, and I was the only mutant who was fast enough to break in and break out,” Peter explained.

“Woah! Cool! But why was Opa in jail?”

“Uh, I’ll explain that story another time. Otherwise, we’d be here for way too long…” He scratched his head.

“Aw, okay.” She moped.

“Oh, also I didn’t know at the time he was my dad,”

“What?!” The girl’s eyes widened.

“I know! Crazy right? But believe it or not, there was a time I didn’t know my dad,” Peter said.

“Wow… I’m glad I know you’re my dad.” Rosie muttered.

“Me too, kiddo.” He smiled.

“So, strangers, at the time, wanted me to break another stranger out of a highly secured prison. What did I do?”

She thought for a minute. “Break into prison…?”

“Yep, that’s exactly what I did.”

“Woah… that’s really—”

“Dangerous? Dumb? Stupid? Yes, he knows, and has learned his lesson.” Marigold interjected.

Peter sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I was seventeen…” He frowned. “At least it worked out, kinda.”

“Don’t break people out of jail, Rosie,” she said.

“Yeah, leave that to the professionals.” The speedster joked.

Rosie laughed.

“So, like I said, I went with them and broke him out of jail successfully!” He said.

“Yay!” She cheered. “But, I’m confused. What does that have to do with Mom?”

“If you had let me continue telling the story, I would’ve explained that two of the guys that wanted me to break Opa out of jail were Step-pa Charles and Uncle Hank,” Peter replied.

The girl gasped. “Really? They don’t seem like breaking out of jail people, especially Step-pa…”

“It’s true! And that’s how I found out about the school.”

“Well, that’s good.” She yawned.

“Uh oh, you getting sleepy?” He asked.

“No, keep going! I’m invest—inv…”

“Invested?” Marigold corrected.

She nodded. “In-vest-ted,”

“Well, good, you should be. We’re getting to the good part.” Marigold smiled.

Peter scoffed. “They’re all good parts! All important to the story.”

“I know. I’m just messing with you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, okay, now, back to the story.” His face blushed for a second and he smiled.

Rosie giggled.

“Okay, so, after the jailbreak, there was a LOT of stuff that happened, but, uh, I wasn’t actually involved in, and so I’m going to skip over that, it’s a little much for bedtime anyway…” He cleared his throat. “Now, we’re skipping ahead to 1983, ten years later,”

“Ten years later? Wow, that’s a lot of space in between.” She remarked.

“Yeah, but we’re getting closer to the main part of the story,” Peter said.

“Oh, okay!”

“There was a lot of ‘exciting’ stuff happening that year.” Marigold kidded.

“I wouldn’t call the Apocalypse situation ‘exciting’.” He made air quotes.

“What??” Rosie gasped.

“Okay, I know what it sounds like, but it really wasn’t that bad.”

“No, it was bad,” Marigold added.

“Okay, fine, it was. Not going to sugarcoat it now…” He murmured.

“So, anyway, I found out Erik was my dad soon after the whole prison thing, and in 1983, I had planned on finding him again to tell him I was his son.”

“Did it go as planned?” Rosie asked.

“Well… uh, no, no it didn’t…” He sighed. “I did obviously tell him eventually, just not on that particular day.”

“Oh, no.” She frowned. She sank back into the covers in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, it gets better, Ro,” Marigold spoke. She placed her hand on top of Rosie’s hand.

“Oh, good, I love happy endings.” She smiled.

“Good! Cause that’s where we’re heading! Eventually…” Peter added.

“So, I had planned on finding the school,”

“Did you?” She asked.

“Yeah, only it was currently exploding!” Peter exclaimed.

Rosie gasped. “What? Oh, no!” She hid behind her plushie.

“Don’t worry, I ended up saving the people trapped inside.”

Peter didn’t want to get into specifics, it was too much for Rosie to hear right before bed.

“And do you know who else he saved?” Marigold asked.

“No, who?”

“He saved me.” She smiled. “I had been at the school for a long while. I was one of the people he saved.”

Rosie grinned. “Oh! Of course!”

“I was her knight in shining armor,” Peter said.

“Awesome!”

“Okay, tone down the bragging a little, hon.” Marigold playfully teased him.

“Wha—hey! I’m not bragging! It’s true! Well, in a symbolic way, at least.” He defended.

“I’m glad you saved me all those years ago.” She smiled and held his hand.

“Me too.” Peter beamed.

“Aww,” Rosie murmured.

“The thing is, I rescued her, but we didn’t actually officially meet until a few days later,”

“Wait, really?”

“Yep, he was busy fighting this evil, powerful mutant called Apocalypse, and trying to save the world.” Marigold continued.

“Woah! Cool!” She grinned.

“As cool as she’s making it sound, it really wasn’t all good. I definitely don’t miss that day.” He chuckled humorlessly.

“Oh…”

“Well, it was tough! And honestly scary! I ended up getting my leg… injured, let’s just say,” Peter spoke.

Holding his hand, Marigold gently rubbed circles on it with her thumb, trying to silently comfort him.

“But, in the end, he did it, along with the other X-Men, saved the world,” she said.

“That’s amazing!” Rosie cheered.

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, you could say it was.”

“But you know what happened next?” He asked.

She shook her head.

“He finally met me. It was a few days after the whole Apocalypse thing. I had wanted to thank him for rescuing me.” Marigold explained.

“Cause she’s very polite,” Peter added.

Marigold blushed. “He’s just saying that.”

“It’s true though! You’re one of the few people who has thanked me for rescuing them. I honestly do a lot but rarely get thanked, just saying…”

“Well, you get thanked for things around here,” she said.

“Yeah, you have a point.” He smiled.

Rosie chuckled. “What happened next?”

“Well, we became good friends, and we eventually fell in love,” Peter answered.

“Oooh.” She giggled.

“Well, it’s true!”

“Yeah, he’s right,” Marigold said. “Crazy how a simple meeting can lead to this.” She smiled.

“Aww.” Rosie beamed. “Oh, my gosh, this means you had a crush on Dad!”

“Well, duh, I’m irresistible.” Peter grinned.

“Okay, well, he started it.” Marigold chuckled.

“What happened next?” Rosie asked.

“Well, like I said, we eventually fell in love,” he responded.

“And then we eventually got married,” Marigold added.

“And then you showed up,” Peter said.

“And then, we all lived happily ever after?” The girl asked.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Marigold replied.

“That was an amazing story!” She exclaimed.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” Peter asked. He glanced at his watch. “Cause it looks like sleep is ready for you.”

“Aw, already?” Rosie sighed.

“Yeah, time to go to sleep,” Marigold said.

“Can’t you tell me one more story? Just one?” She begged.

“Nope, because ducklings need their sleep.” Peter kidded.

“Aw, okay…” Rosie muttered.

“But tomorrow, we can tell you more stories, if you want.”

“Really?” She gasped, sitting up in bed.

“Yes, as long as you go to sleep.” Marigold laughed and sighed. She gently pushed Rosie back to lie down again.

“Okay, I will!” The girl promised. She snuggled into the covers more.

“Good,” her mother spoke.

The parents kissed her head and told her goodnight.

“Good night, Rosie, sweet dreams.” Peter whispered. He turned off her lamp.

They quietly crept out of her room and closed the door.

“You do not know how badly I wanted to make a reference to what you just said.” Marigold whispered to Peter as they left.

He chuckled quietly.

Once they were gone, Rosie closed her eyes. She cuddled with Duck and thought about how much she was lucky to have them as parents.