#lookin hecking sweet

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Eddie gets a not-so-sweet surprise when Hendrix takes some song lyrics a bit too literally.

TW: the briefest allusion to smut (referencing chapter 1), minor spousal conflict

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Based on an idea given to me by none other than @corroded-hellfire 💚 y'all wanted more of Hendrix, so here he is!

April 2003

The sedan rattles along the winding road to Forest Hills Trailer Park, pebbles crunching beneath the tires. Sunday nights meant dinner at Wayne’s, a tradition that you and Eddie both vowed to keep as long as possible.

A familiar intro trills over the car’s radio. Eddie’s eyes leave the road for a brief second to meet yours. 

Step inside  Walk this way You and me babe  Hey hey!

“Our song, Sweetheart.” Your husband grins, right hand slipping from the steering wheel to crank the volume louder. He sings along, just as animated as he was that first night at The Hideout. 

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?

“Dad, what the heck?” Harris grumbles from the backseat. At eleven years old, he flips between adoration and annoyance with astounding speed. 

“Yeah, what the heck?” Hendrix echoes his brother, though his smile is a far cry from Harris’s exasperated eye roll. 

Eddie relents, twisting the knob just enough to be heard over Joe Elliott’s vocals. 

“This is the song I sang that had Mom falling in love with me.” There’s a teasing glimmer in his eyes, daring you to disagree with him. 

You eagerly take the bait. 

“Love is a strong word,” you counter. The night you and Eddie met was steeped in memories of longing and lust, of giving into your desires in what was supposed to be a fling. 

A fling that’s been happening for nearly seven years and counting. 

Eddie sits forward suddenly, snapping the volume knob so Def Leppard once again reverberates through the car. “Wait…this is the best part!” He yells back to his sons, taking an extended pause at a stop sign to headbang. 

Pour some sugar on me Ooh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me C'mon, fire me up Pour your sugar on me I can't get enough

He leans in, smushing his lips against your cheek, as he sings along. 

I’m hot, sticky sweet From my head to my feet, yeah!

You playfully shove him away, giggles betraying the irritated exterior you’re trying to uphold. 

From the backseat, Hendrix pipes up. “What does that mean?”

Without missing a beat, Harris instigates further. “Yeah, Dad. What does this song mean?”

Damn pre-teens. If there’s no trouble to be found, they’ll make some. 

Eddie swears under his breath, cheeks flushing red as he tries to find a response suitable for his three-year-old. “Well, um, he’s just…” he falters, any and all explanations fleeing his head. He improvises song lyrics on the fly when he forgets the real ones on stage, but now his brain short-circuits? Convenient.

Luckily, you’re used to fielding questions from little kids; one of the benefits of teaching preschool. “He wants to be extra sweet so a girl loves him.”

“So he pours sugar on himself?” Hendrix’s nose wrinkles in adorable confusion.

“Yup.” Easier to confirm your son’s own ideas than to come up with an alternative. Leaning back against the headrest, you force out a giggle. “Pretty silly, huh?”

The subject is swiftly dropped as Eddie pulls the car in front of his uncle’s trailer, Wayne already standing at the door and announcing that the pizza was on the table and ready to be eaten. “Delivered hot to the door, just like they promised,” he said, repeating the Surfer Boy slogan. 

It isn’t until dinner has been eaten, the conversation naturally dwindling, that trouble begins to arise. 

“Har, I wanna look over your homework when we get back,” you say, crumpling up your sauce-stained napkin and placing it on your empty plate. Your eyes narrow when you clock the uneasy glance that your oldest son shares with his father. “You did finish your homework, right?”

Harris tries and fails to hide behind his messy mop of curls. “Not exactly,” he mutters. His uneaten crust is suddenly of incredible interest. “I was gonna do it today, but, um…”

“But what?” Your impatience is directed both at him and Eddie, the other alleged adult in the house, who was home with Harris while you took Hendrix to a playdate. 

“Well, okay, the plan was for him to do his homework,” Eddie begins, choosing his words carefully. Too carefully, like he’s trying to hide something. “But then Jeff called and told me about this tournament at the arcade; like, all of the old-school stuff we played as kids. I told Harris he could go if he promised to finish his work after, but then time got away from me—”

You grit your teeth, all-too aware of your audience present. The last thing you need is for your temper to unravel in front of Wayne and the boys. “So Harris’s homework isn’t done because…” You take a deep breath before continuing. “…because you wanted to go to the arcade?”

Wayne mumbles a barely audible “hoo, boy” as he clears the snack table. 

“I’m sorry, all right?” Eddie shakes his head. “I lost track of time, but he’s gonna get it done. It’s just, what, some math and science stuff?”

“And social studies,” Harris admits. 

Eddie’s face blanches. “Okay, so…just three things.”

Except it’s not that simple. Harris needs to take breaks to keep himself motivated and prevent frustration. He needs to reread and revise because he has trouble attending to all of the details at once. And now that he’s older, his know-it-all approach only makes homework time more challenging—for him and for you and Eddie. 

“Looks like he’ll be up until God-knows what time, then,” you shoot back. “And you can be the one up with him.”

“I said I’m s—what the hell?” Eddie leaps up, nearly falling over his feet in the process. A mountain of grainy white substance falls from his lap, into the futon’s crevices and onto the floor. 

Hendrix stands beside him, an upside-down—and now empty—bag of granulated sugar in his pudgy hands. His big eyes dart between you and Eddie, anticipating your reactions. 

“Hendrix,” Eddie says through a deep breath, channeling every ounce of remaining patience. Harris cackling doesn’t help, either. “Why did you do that?”

Your youngest son shakes the bag a few extra times for good measure. “Putting sugar on you so Mommy likes you. Like in the song.”

Shocked into stillness, Wayne speaks up. “What song made you dump all of my sugar on your dad?”

Hendrix beams as he belts out, “POUR SOME SUGAR ON MEEEEEE! STICKY SWEET!” He turns to you triumphantly. “Do you like Daddy now?”

You tuck your lips into your mouth to keep from bursting into laughter. Logically, you know that you can’t reinforce this behavior, even if it was done with good intentions. 

But it’s also really funny. 

“I like Daddy even when he’s not covered in sugar,” you say. “I love him a lot, and us having a little argument doesn’t change that.”

“But the song…” Hendrix furrows his brows. 

You breathe out a sigh. “Sometimes, people say things in songs that we don’t do in real life. Like when people beat each other up on TV or in movies. It’s fun to watch, but we aren’t actually going to do it.”

The boy pouts. “So do I gotta say sorry?”

“Yes,” you tell him, “to Daddy for pouring the sugar on him, and to Grampa Wayne for wasting his sugar.”

“Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Grampa Wayne,” he says softly. “I didn’t know the song wasn’t for real.”

Wayne grins. “S’okay, kiddo. I’ll just drink my coffee black for a while.”

Eddie’s positioned over the kitchen sink as he brushes the rest of the granules off of his shirt. “I think we need a hard-and-fast rule that we don’t copy any of the things we hear in songs.”

“Agreed.” You start towards the tiny closet where Wayne keeps the vacuum, adjusting the hose so it can suck up the sugar embedded into the futon’s mattress. When that’s done, you grab the broom. “Now, Hen, you’re gonna hold the dustpan while I sweep the floor.”

“But—” he starts to argue, but a raise of your eyebrows silences him. “Okay…”

Eddie takes the broom from you, a tight smile on his face. “Guess I kinda deserved that, huh?” He murmured. 

“Didn’t wanna say it out loud, but…yeah.”

“I really am sorry.” He sweeps the sugar into Hendrix’s waiting pan. “It was a real dumb move on my part.”

You kiss his cheek. “I know you’re sorry. And I forgive you, you stupid, stupid man.”

“Good.” He grins wickedly. “I’d hate to have to pour more sugar on myself to win back your affections.”

You roll your eyes. “Just keep sweeping, and then we can talk about my affections.”

“Yes, dear.”

--

[obaex]

the three times duke tried to tell you something - rafe cameron

summary: rafe's dog duke starts acting differently towards you, clearly trying to tell you something that you and rafe can't seem to figure out on your own.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: short, fluffy and sweet! forever loving soft rafe ♡

The first time, Rafe noticed before you did.

It wasn't unusual for Rafe's eyes to follow you as you walked through the house, drinking you in as you wandered past him to the kitchen or back to bedroom or onto the back porch as he tried to focus on his work, fingers itching to pull you into him and toss his laptop to the side. What was unusual was his dog, Duke, following you everywhere you went.

He couldn't put a finger on when it started, but suddenly it was like you had a second shadow, Duke following your every move, his eyes trained on you or sitting patiently at your feet whenever you were stationary.

You didn't notice until you were coming out of the shower and nearly stepped on him as he sat, waiting for you just outside the shower door. "Oh! Geez, Duke! You scared the heck out of me" you said, leaning down to pat his head, much to his enjoyment.

"Hey, have you noticed that Duke has been following me around?" you asked Rafe. As if for emphasis, Duke exhaled loudly where he sat nearly on top of your feet as he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

Rafe smiled and leaned over to look at his dog, "You lookin' after our girl, Duke?" Duke licked his hand in response.

The second time, Rafe was on the mainland for the day and you were walking to get the mail, Duke firmly by your side, when your neighbor who was jogging stopped to talk to you. "Hey, Y/N! Good to see you! Having a good summer?" he asked.

He tended to be a little flirtatious so you tried to keep your answers curt and casual, but before you could answer Duke growled at him. You looked down in shock to see his teeth bared, his eyes fixed on your neighbor. He normally had such a sweet and loving disposition, you couldn't remember him ever being aggressive. You were almost embarrassed as you whispered "Duke!" in surprise. He looked up at you innocently before returning a narrowed gaze to your neighbor who was edging away from you both before he took off running again.

"Duke growled at Sean today when he stopped to talk to me" you told Rafe later that night. "I swear, Rafe, something has gotten into him, I've never seen him act like that before."

"Is Sean that guy that's always hitting on you?"

"Rafe..."

"Good boy, buddy!" he said, leaning down to scratch Duke behind his ears and getting a bark in response before Rafe pressed a kiss to your cheek.

It was all fun and games for Rafe until later that week the two of you were in the kitchen making dinner and listening to music. Rafe pulled you into his arms to dance with you. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses there and tracing them up your jaw to land on your lips, catching your smile with his own. He kissed you softly and slowly as his hands traced down your waist, and then he began to tickle you, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from you as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Duke was on his feet and barking immediately, nudging himself between you and Rafe, and nipping at Rafe's ankles, finally causing him to drop his arms.

"Duke! Buddy! It's okay!" he said, putting his hands up in front of him in surrender as Duke stood protectively in front of you.

Rafe looked up at you, "Okay, maybe I'm starting to see what you're talking about..." he trailed off, looking down at his dog "...and I thought I was protective, what's gotten into you, huh?" Duke looked from Rafe to you and back again and barked once like he was trying to say something, both of you looking at each other in confusion.

That weekend you were curled up on the couch watching a movie, snuggled in Rafe's arms. Duke had been lying on the floor at your feet when he propped his head over the side of the couch and onto your lap.

"Hey, good boy" you whispered, running your hand over his head absentmindedly before returning your attention to the movie. He didn't give up. He nudged his cold, wet nose into your hand, into your lap, nuzzling you further and further.

"Okay, okay" you said, thinking he wanted more pets, and giving him more attention. But he was unrelenting, his entire head now resting in your lap. "Rafe, look at this. He's never this cuddly" you said as Duke came to rest his head nearly on top of your torso at this point, where he finally sat still, eyes looking up at you intently as you continued to pet him, now with your full attention.

"What is it, buddy?" you asked.

He nuzzled into your torso one more time for effect.

And that's when the lightbulb went off in your head.

"Oh my god" you said, suddenly.

"What is it?" Rafe asked, pausing the movie and sitting up quickly at your tone.

"Oh my god" you said again, popping off the couch as you ran down the hallway, Duke hot on your heels.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart! What's wrong?" Rafe said as he got up to follow you both.

You had shut yourself in the bathroom and Rafe began knocking frantically on the door. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Silence.

"Babe, you're freaking me out. Are you okay? Please just tell me you're okay?"

"H-Hold on" you said, your voice shaking.

Rafe jiggled the doorknob, his heart in his throat. "Babe, please don't make me break this door down."

You didn't respond and Rafe let his forehead fall against the door, eyes resting on the dog sitting next to him who was pawing the door helplessly.

The minutes ticked away before, quietly, the lock clicked and you swung the door open. You had tears in your eyes and Rafe immediately cupped your face in his hands. "Babygirl, what is it, what's wrong?"

You moved to hold up your hand that held a small plastic stick with a digital window reading one word that sent Rafe's heart into a maddening flutter: Pregnant.

"What?" Rafe whispered in disbelief as he took the stick from your hand.

"Babe, are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?" he said, a smile already breaking across his face. You gestured behind you at two other sticks on the counter, nodding and smiling as tears rolled down your face.

"You're having our baby?" he asked breathlessly, "I'm gonna be a dad?" The realization crashed over him as tears welled in his own eyes and you nodded vigorously.

"We're gonna have a baby!" he said, scooping you into his arms as he peppered kisses relentlessly on your cheek and forehead, finally finding your lips and searing them with a kiss that was so sincere and soft, overwhelmed with emotion.

You could feel him breathing heavily against you as you laughed and cried together, the moment broken only by Duke barking at your feet, jumping up, wanting to be a part of the action.

taglist: @surftrips, @ietss, @gillybear17, @palmwinemami, @sweetestdesire, @softcoremaybank, @diary-of-jj, @m-indkiller

[08luvmailz]

⌨︎ ⁩◞ HERO FANBOY — ! ❪shoto todoroki❫

SYNOPSIS ୨୧ ! which a certain hero from ua crushes (hard) on a idol ! headcanon, ooc shoto

FANBOY SHOTO! He wasn't interested in kpop activities, heck he hardly known anything about kpop in general.

He started knowing about them because of his brother natsuo who bought a heck ton of albums and blasting music in his room.

He side-eye his brother when he's screaming because he got your WINK-PHOTOCARD, as he keep screaming " omg! ITS SO SPARKS "

he saw the photocard and he was like " oh she's pretty " but disregard it afterwards BUTT

DIDNT KNOW HE WOULD FELL THAT HARD

he saw one of your recent comebacks on tv because his brother is streaming it and gahdam ur fucking SPARKLING ON STAGE.

At first he started knowing your group, YOU FIRST then streaming your group songs, your debut solo, collabs. streaming your group shows and music bank AND ALL THOSE

started buying albums too with natsuo. FINALLY HE HAVE SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY WHO WILL BE IN DEPT FOR LIFE BUYING ALBUMS

Natsuo asked who is his bias without hesitation he said your name, bro was smirking so bad at his lil bro BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MAKNAE OF YOUR GROUP, also half japanese and same age as him.

Bro was blushing whenever the camera pans at your face and smirking and doing that HE WAS GETTING HOTTER THAN HIS QUIRK

have a well known kpop stan twitter account who always make short comment about you but ICONIC because of how pure and sweet it is

doesnt know it but actually fell inlove with you NOT BECAUSE OF UR FACE (its a plus on him) but because of your determination and hard work, humour and personality is just CHEFS KISS

no one knows about his obsession welp it almost slip up when he accidently unplug his wired earphones to his phone AND SUDDENLY BLASTING Nobody knows by your group.

he lied he is just a casual listener

defends you on twitter, he looks like a soft boy but damn he is a beast on roasting BUT FAILS CAUSE HE CAN ONLY CUSS AT THEM

dedicated to buy front row tickets when your group finally have a concert there at your hometown

BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR LIFE AT THE POOR CONNECTION

bro brought the vip tickets for him and his big bro (with his dads money ofc, not like his father would know)

bro brought the 2 tickets for each day

won a fancall with you once but DAMN IT HIS HERO STUFF IS GETTING ON THE WAY

poor bby sulked the whole day that he missed the call, he was practicing his lines and tone for you

brought many batteries for his lightstick

make sure he is lookin good (not like he isn't good looking)

bro wake up early asf he want to be there as fast

bro became popular fan after one pictured him as the guy from the (group name) concert at jpn

he didnt know he bacame popular, he just saw his face 3 days after the concert on stan twt

BRO WHEN YOU TWO MAKE EYE CONTACT HE HAS HEART EYES

BRO WAS WHIPPED ASF

you are one stubborn fuck saw this cute guy with a scar and went through the barricades even though security was trying to get you back in stage cause its just a sound check and your safety too

Bro you came closer to him and saw his instax reaching for you. MADE A HEART CHEEK AT HIS FACE AND CAME CLOSER TO HIS FACE

bro almost want to faint right then and there.

you went after that he was kinda sad but happy he got a selfie WITH HIM

making this his lockscreen and making a frame of this treasured photo

You kept stealing glances at him and interacting with hand language, asking if he already eat lunch or just blantly flirting with him

LUCKIEST FAN

natsuo kept pushing his shoulders for every interaction at their section BUT MAINLY YOU ARE FOCUSED ON HIS BROTHER

bro when he came back from school BRO WAS BOMBARDED WITH QUESTIONS LIKE

" I DIDNT KNOW UR A FAN TODOROKI! " " WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME UR A FAN, I WANT TO BUY TICKETS TOO " " i didn't know todoroki listens to kpop " "BRO DID U HAVE PICS AND VID OF (your leader name) "

was now known as poker face but listens to puppy love by (groupname)

After that twt post of him being a handsome fan THEN PEOPLE STARTED SAYING HE WAS THE KID FROM UA, ENDEAVOR SON AND ALL THOSE SHIT

have an article of him now being the hero fan boy

boy he didnt give a shit about them, he just wanting to chill

but that didnt start there

your member posted on weverse a video of you taken, watching the sports festival and chanting HIS NAME AND BETTING THAT HE WOULD 1st PLACE

bro became the luckiest fan alive

saying he is the luckiest fan and hero and all of those then actually GONNA MEET YOU

you have a campaign like a collab with a hero AND THAT IS HIS DAD

participating on a event JUST TO SEE YOU

he did and boy was he nervous

he kept stuttering at the end of his sentence

then because actually friend with you, a little bit touchy side BUT HE IS A GENTELEMAN just subtle glances and touches

got your number and him posting a selfie of you two on twt (he made another acc just to post boast that picture)

after that he was well known as the hero fanboy who will soon in the future marry his idol

that woud be a story in another time <3

[pixeechix21]

All I want for Christmas 🎄

Simon!Ghost!Riley x fem!reader 12 days of Christmas

Summary: It's your turn to sit on Santa's lap. Tell him what you want and maybe he's feeling giving enough to grant you your wish.

TW: nothing really just good old smut, with some role play?, n sweet names and praise the usual 😊💕

I'm sorry but what the heck is this man doin in this gif?? 🤨

You promised your best friend you wouldn’t get that drunk. But after hearing the 141 boys were hosting a Christmas party you couldn’t help yourself. 

Dancing and chatting with your friends, you abruptly hear clapping and jeers. Entering the room is a dressed up Price. You and the girl's dog whistle him as he walks past. “Red looks good on you Simon,” you cheer. 

Johnny had managed to coerce Simon to dress up as Father Christmas. Placing him on the “throne” near the karaoke machine. “Come up! Come up everyone! Santa’s lap is open for all. Don’t miss your chance lassies and you Gaz I ya lookin’ at him!” Everyone lifts their cheers as Gaz is shoved to the front. Smiling widely, Simon’s cheerful eyes meet yours. He winks subtly, making your stomach flip and turn. 

Gaz does his theatrics, sitting on his lap and fake fanning his face in excitement. He leaves, giving Simon a sloppy kiss on the cheek, “thank you thank you! I promise I’ve been good!”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Simon shoves him off jokingly. Keeping his eyes on you Simon opens his legs leaning back and patting it, “for you,” he mouths. 

Jonny sees you in your costume. You’d lost a bet and had to dress up as a slutty elf. “Maybe Santa’s elf wants to finally sit on the throne,” he comes to you, you weakly attempt to back away. From behind you’re shoved into his arms . He takes you to Simon, excitedly. Sitting on his lap, Simon snakes his hand around your waist. Johnny is about to open his mouth ready to make a joke but Simon beats him to it. “That’s enough Soap, now fuck off.” He doesn't spare him another glance.

Sitting there on his lap, you pray he can’t feel heartbeat. “So, tell me, have you been good, my sweet?” His tone has changed, low and private between the two of you. Your hand loops around his neck running your nails through his hair. If it wasn’t for the loud music and chatting crowd you swear you would have heard him groan. “I’ve tried to be,” you sit up further on his lap, “I’ve tried to be a good girl, just for you,’ you whisper, he looks hungrily at your soft lips. 

“Is there anything you want this year, since you’ve been on your best behavior?” His thumb starts to draw lazy circles on your exposed inner thigh. Close, so dangerously close, you lightly clench your thighs. 

“There is one thing you could give me,” you don’t recognize your own sultry voice. Glad everyone is too drunk to notice.

“Mmm. What’s that my sweet?” he inhales as he pushes away your hair, leaving your neck exposed. You inhale shakily.

“You.” you let out weakly melting into his increasingly possessive grip. You’re without a doubt that he can feel your heartbeat throbbing, on his leg.

“I didn’t hear you my little elf,” his hand inches up, under the mini skirt. 

“I- i want- you.” you place your hand on his muscled chest. 

“Me too darling,” he doesn’t waste time scooping you up in a bridal hold. He gets up leaving the room smiling at Soap as you two pass by. Over his shoulder you see Johnny’s shocked expression, mouth wide open. 

Simon is on a mission, he bursts through an office door. Shutting it he adjusts your legs to wrap around his waist. He captures your lips between his, crashing into you removing all air from your lungs. You sink into him, inhaling his deep kisses. Your hands scratch all over his body trying to take off his ridiculous clothes. “God y/n,” he kisses hot trails across your collarbone. 

“I need you Si. I need you in me,” you whine as he helps you undo his belt. You’re so wet against his palm, his index and middle finger running along you sweet cunt. 

“I know, I can feel you,” he pinches lightly the growing bud of your clit. A shot of fireball couldn’t compare to the dizziness that fogs your mind. You buck and moan beautifully in his ear. “Don’t want the others to see how bad you’ve been,” he takes out his cock, running himself up and down. Slapping your clit you jolt at the sharp sensation. He moves the panties to the side. “Let me give you what you want luv. Relax for me,” biting his neck, his enlarged tip pushed past your entrance. “Take it, it’s just for you my sweet,” he pants as one hand supports your ass, the other caging you in, hand on door. 

Using his powerful muscles he fucks you. You tighten your grip on his shoulders and sinch his waist. “Fuck- Simon- I need you,” head resting on his shoulder, you kiss his neck refraining the loud whines from falling past your lips. 

“That’s it baby, it’s all yours,” he growls. And you do, you take every fucking painful inch of his throbbing cock. Hitting the sweet spot deep within you. 

“Simon,” you moan, clawing at him. He doesn’t stop. The friction of your panties stimulate your clit. You fuck him back, taking his lips with yours. Licking, biting, breathing messily. Your climax overcomes every single muscular control you hold. Sighing into his mouth he sucks your hot whining. He’s not far behind you as he jerks, coming as he feels you around him. 

Setting you down gently he steadies you, before you can stumble. Putting your panties back as you help zip his trousers.

Flushed and tired, you figure it’d be best to go to bed. Holding you close he walks you to your room, always alert.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Could you imagine a scenario where pre-calamity champions don’t know about link and mipha being engaged? so they confront them separately telling them they’re so obvious and they don’t know how the other hasn’t figured it out and they try to give them advice on how to tell the others they love them and link and mipha are just standing there like: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

LOL YES

Link felt a strange sensation, like something was hovering over him. Stretching under the blanket, he slowly blinked his eyes open as sleepiness tried to drag him back under again.

Daruk was standing over him.

Jumping, startled out of his mind, Link scrambled for his sword, wondering if something was wrong. Before he could get very far, Daruk let out one of his earth shaking belly laughs. “Link! Glad to see you awake, brother. We need to talk about something important.”

Link stared at him, half sitting up perched on his arms.

Leaning in as if this were a secret of national importance, Daruk whispered, “You see, I’ve noticed how you’ve been lookin’ at the princess and I just can’t stand by for it anymore!”

“Exactly,” another voice chimed in, and, to his horror, Link noticed Urbosa in the background leaning against a wall, her arms crossed.

Link tried to figure out what in the world was going on. The princess? What looks had he been giving Zelda?? He hadn’t said a word in front of these two in ages, he tried to be as neutral as possible, he wasn’t sure how he had managed to mess this up despite his immense efforts—

“It’s obvious you’ve got feelings for Mipha!” Daruk suddenly said. “You gotta tell her, brother!”

Link blinked. Then he blinked again.

Wait, what? This was about Mipha?

Oh goddess it was obvious??

Wait a second. Daruk had said Link needed to tell her.

So they didn’t know how far it was. That was something.

But now…

“She clearly has feelings for you,” Urbosa chimed in. “You shouldn’t leave her hanging like this. You should be direct with your feelings.”

“Well yes, but like in a nice way,” Daruk added with a gigantic smile. “Take her out for a rock roast! Then tell her how you feel!”

Link’s brain was steadily frying more as he tried to figure out how the heck to get out of this situation.

Straight up saying we’re engaged and have to keep it a secret was probably not the way to go.

Goddess. He couldn’t believe they’d been that obvious. He thought they’d been hiding it pretty well.

But what was probably the most baffling was that Daruk and Urbosa were encouraging it. It would have been almost sweet and reassuring were it not for the complicated Zora and Hylian politics involved. Of course it was the two who did not belong to either party who were fine with it.

Link didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Revali of all people noticed. That champion would probably delight in telling the entire world just to watch Link fall.

So Link sat there, frozen in anxiety and embarrassment, wondering what in the world he should do.

“I’ll even help you out!” Daruk continued, clapping Link on the shoulder. “I got a reservation at the hot spring just for you two! I’ll have rock roast brought to ya!”

“I’ll tell Mipha,” Urbosa added, pushing off the wall and slathering some more elixir on her skin. The volcanic climate was horrific for all but one of them after all. “She needs to be in the water, anyway.”

Daruk rolled away in delight, leaving the Hylian champion and the Gerudo chief, and she walked towards him with a sharp eye and a soft smile.

“Relax, I’ll make sure something edible is available,” she said. “But I don’t coddle warriors. You must tell her how you feel and end this roundabout game of glances and blushes. It’s childish.”

Link shriveled under her gaze and felt a fire in his belly as defiance pushed him once more, but then he settled when she laid a hand on his head.

“Good luck tonight, little champion,” she said kindly, winking and leaving the room.

Link sat there for a second, processing everything, and then sighed heavily, collapsing into his bed once more.

XXX

Mipha had been hiding indoors to stave off the heat as much as possible. She knew she shouldn’t have come to Death Mountain, but she’d wanted to spend time with her friends and with Link. They hadn’t seen each other in months.

What she hadn’t expected was Urbosa immediately cornering her with a sly smile.

“All right, princess,” she started off, her tone firm despite her clear amusement. “This game has gone on long enough. It’s time I teach you the proud way of Gerudo seduction.”

Mipha choked on her spit. “T-the what?”

“Your feelings for Link couldn’t be more apparent,” Urbosa remarked. “The only moron who hasn’t noticed is Link himself. We need to remedy that.”

Mipha tried to stammer a reply, but Urbosa cut her off.

“What you need is confidence,” Urbosa instructed. “There isn’t a single Gerudo woman out there who didn’t win her mate by asserting herself. Respect the voe but do not cower around him. You are the one who must lead the relationship. Tell him you’re taking him to dinner. Tell him how you feel. Then demand his response.”

Mipha felt her face grow steadily redder as Urbosa spoke. Her words were overwhelming even with her engagement to Link, she’d probably have died of this were before they’d sworn to be together.

“U-um,” Mipha stammered. “I—we—”

Part of her wanted to tell Urbosa that she had taken the first step, that she’d presented the armor to Link. She wanted to see the Gerudo champion’s proud smile. But she was too scared, there was too much secrecy in their relationship. So she said, “W-well I’ll think about it.”

“You’ve been thinking about him for almost a year,” Urbosa noted. “It’s time to act, Mipha. And I have just the place in mind.”

Mipha sighed.

XXX

Revali stood in the distance as he watched Daruk push the Hylian champion and Urbosa give Mipha a pep talk. Both recipients were spluttering and trying to dig their heels in, but neither had the gall to stand up to their friends.

Not that it mattered anyway. Revali hadn’t been asked to get involved and he was grateful for it. But he was involved anyway.

After all, he’d seen them. He’d seen them when they were closer to Zora’s Domain, where they’d joined up with Mipha. He’d seen the pair swimming as he’d flown overhead unnoticed. He’d seen them kiss, almost with enough passion to make him blush.

Everyone figured Revali would rather sabotage the relationship than get involved, so no one had asked for his help. But the Rito Champion knew more than all of them combined.

Stupid Hylian, dragging me into his mess, he grumbled internally. For Mipha’s sake, he wouldn’t say anything. But the lonely ache in his chest as he watched the champions conspire, as he watched Link and Mipha’s eyes sparkle when they saw each other… well, it left him irritable, to say the least.

Huffing, the Rito took flight, heading south of the mountain to for a relief from the heat and ridiculousness of the situation.

[smilesrobotlover]

Thank you for all your lovely drawings and fanwork, unironically. I genuinely don't think I have an artistic bone in my body but somehow browsing da Tumblr and lookin at the little pictures gives me warm fuzzies like nothing else rn. I'm trying to make an effort to show more appreciation to the artists I follow because GOD. That is SO MUCH WORK and it LOOKS SO GOOD and it's on my exact same wavelength and I just get to look at it for free. I gotta say thank you. No need to respond to this or anything if you don't wanna fill up your blog with stuff like this, I get it, but PLEASE have a wonderful life thank you.

This ask is SO sweet what the heck 😭😭 thank you 🥺🥺 sometimes I tend to feel left out of things and ignored but asks like these remind me that I’m very loved on here and I greatly appreciate it!

[thebekashow]

A Cold night with Bob..

Rawr, this is cheesey lol. Both you and Bob are 34

(This is an au btw.)

You and Bob were in an apartment together, you had been friends for 2 years so you both knew each other pretty well. You loved it when he would cook, mainly whenever you were too sick to do so yourself. He was like that therapist friend, always listening and helping you through tough times. Though sometimes he would tease you and joke around you.

Today, on this particular day, it was snowing, and your heater in your bedroom had broken. It was late at night, so you were shivering in your blanket as you were hoping to warm up soon. However, because your fluffy blanket was in the washer, you were left with that cold "comforter" you had gotten from Wal-Mart. "Comforter my ass" you grumbled as you shivered.

You sighed and sat up, before looking through the closet for a fluffy blanket, or anything to help you with this freeze-frantic feeling that was keeping you awake. You found none, so you looked on the couch, and saw Bob watching Tv. Bob liked to pull all-nighters when he could. You peeked and saw he was watching 'Demon Slayer'. "Oh! Heya Y/N!" He said, grinning at you. You simply waved and looked for a fuzzy blanket. "You should really head to bed, Bob.." you said tiredly. "I know, I know. These cliffhangers are keeping me up though." He sighed, watching you look for a blanket. "Ya lookin' for somethin'?" "My heater broke, so it's cold in my room." "Oh! Well then you can sleep in my room, heck, I'll even join you!" Bob said, standing up. You looked at him, with a look that said "wait, what was that last part?". "Yeah, I don't mind sharing my bed. It's the same size as yours after all." Bob chuckled as he walked to his bedroom. You seemed hesitant, however you knew Bob wouldn't hurt you, he was too sweet to do anything bad to you. You walked to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed, you felt a soft blanket underneath you, he had those greek myth soft blankets that are heccing expensive. You got under the covers and it was warm.. really warm. You smiled and nuzzled into the pillow. "Comfy?" He asked, looking down at you. You looked and yelped when you saw two pairs of eyes looking at you. "Whats the matter?" "DUDE, YOUR EYES ARE GLOWING." "..Yeaah? They've always done that." "It's frigging weird.." You groaned, as Bob chuckled. He got into bed and looked at you. "Your gonna watch me sleep, aren't you." You sighed, looking back at him. "Nah, maybe oogle for a couple of hours." Bob snickered. You pouted and hit him with your pillow. "Goodnight ya goof." "Goodnight.." Bob responded, smirking. You looked at him and nuzzled close to him. He blushed in surprise. "Y-Y/N, wh-whaaaat the hell?" He yelped. You felt his back, jeez he was warm.. could it be because he flustered or just because? You honestly didn't care right now, all that mattered is that you were warm and cozy. "You're warm, Must snuggle" you said before closing your eyes. "..Yer not gonna let go, are you?" He sighed, looking down at you. You shook your head, smiling. He sighed again, more jokingly this time. "I guess I'll just be stuck here forever then" "ssh" "alright alright, goodnight. Again." He smiled, falling asleep..

I've never done Bob Velseb stories before so I apologize if it is rushed and corny ._ .)

[morgombie]

ngl every time I see ur art I feel the need to remake my fantroll blog and draw again bc it inspires me so much 😭😭 I hope u have a lovely day!!!

THIS IS SO NICE WHAT THE HECK.. SNFG...

thank you so much😭 UR SO SWEET

I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! and if u ever do decide to get back into fantrolling i 100% support it!!! id be more than happy to follow as well!! im always lookin for more content to stare at with my big ole eyes

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 31- Part 5

Hey now, be nice to him, that was a sweet little moment! Evil team grunts need to stick together, after all!

Oh my gosh, is she- actually trying to help Xera now? Whoa-

She’s…helping? Giving vital information to rescue a prisoner? Planting the seeds of…redemption arc? 

Well regardless, I…I really wish I didn't use that Healing Shard now, because I really need it right now. There is gonna be a way to go back to the boat soon, right??

Oh great, more specific mushrooms, I love that!!

Look, all of these items are really nice, but they don't heal my weakened team, can I go back to the boat yet??

Alright, this suspicious-looking building must be where the lab is hidden. Not going in there yet though, I still need to heal. I saw some stairs earlier, so let's check those, they'll probably lead back to the boat.

Seriously, there'd better be a special mushroom buyer in this game, I swear to-

Aha, here it is! Impassable ledges, leading exactly where we need to go!

Let's just head back to Apophyll real fast, heal, buy some more Super Potions, then we can get going again! Into the suspicious building we go!

Oh hey, free PULSE Read-Out too! Finally, something I can really use!

Camerupt…“Limitless Amplification”…

No doubt about it, this looks like it's meant to be used at Pyrous Mountain. But…what the heck are these stats?? Low on everything, no HP, put it all in Sp. Attack…what is this? And Sturdy as its Ability…sheesh. Why is its HP so low as well, on top of everything else…? It doesn't have any points in HP it looks like, reminds me of Shedinja actually, 1 HP-lookin’...

…Wait. 1 HP��with the bar that low, it's gotta have only 1 HP. It's…oh my gosh. Oh no, it's a 1 HP Sturdy Pokémon! That's the gimmick, isn't it!? Oh that's disgusting! Oooh, man…I'll deal with the implications of that in a second, I gotta find that lab entrance-

“Back left” Eclipse said…like this machine with a very obvious doorway behind it?

These guys aren't slick.

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[bigbellybenni]

At the risk of seeming dorky as heck, I just ❤️ the tonal contrast between your adorably chubby, bouncy, bubbly, sweet, soft, Velma-esqe nerd-girl aesthetic - coupled with your dark, gothic, edgy, spooky, skeletal, serpentine, lovecaftian tentacle tattoos! I Especially enjoy the irony of the slim, skinny, malnourished-lookin' cow skull emblazoning your belly! Methinks your new goal-weight should be to grow so prodigiously plump that even she starts to put some meat back on her bones, hon! 🍕🐮🧁

You’re way too sweet!! I kind of see the combination too! I love to crochet, watch cartoons, and read old 80s sci-fi books, but I also am a huge rage against the machine fan, used to go to punk/goth clubs all the time, and look hella cute in black 😎

[kindheart525]

Mountain Peak was the spitting image of generations of Apples before him as he lounged with his back against a tree, overlooking the fields of Sweet Apple Acres. He gripped a stalk of wheat pensively between his teeth, chewing on it just like he chewed on the many thoughts in his head right now.

He was just so confused. Grandpa was a good stallion; it wasn’t just him who thought so if his aunts’ stories were any indication. That doubt had been cleared up, but it was replaced with a new one: why didn’t his Mom seem to see that? Why had she been so harsh lately?

Whatever was going on in her mind was driving a rift between mother and son, and the colt felt helpless in doing anything about it. Everything he tried so far led back to square one.

“Mounty?”

A familiar southern twang called out to him, just in time for him to spot the unmistakable Stetson hat of his Ma.

“There you are! I’ve been lookin’ everywhere! Ya can’t just hop off like a wild jackrabbit without lettin’ anypony know.”

Applejack scolded him lightly, but it was clear that she was more concerned about him than anything. It was refreshing to not be reprimanded about how much work he was missing for once.

“I know, Ma. I’m just thinkin’.”

“Wilbur’s a good tree for doin’ that, though I got a soft spot for Harvey mahself. He’s older an’ more sturdy. But this young’un tree ain’t half bad, ya made a good pick.”

AJ chuckled to herself as she sat down next to him, attempting to lighten the mood with a compliment. But her son didn’t seem very receptive to it.

“You’ve been lookin’ gloomier than a worm without an apple these days. ‘Specially since you got yer cutie mark, and that sure ain’t s’posed ta be a sad time. Did somethin’ happen?”

Mounty really didn’t want to dig it up again and make himself feel worse, but he couldn’t resist when it came to his Ma. She could be stubborn as all heck too but she was more understanding most of the time. Plus, she loved both him and his mom very much, and didn’t really know his Grandpa that well, so maybe she could be a neutral party.

So he responded with a deep sigh.

“Well, you heard what I got mah cutie mark for. Buildin’ a fancy contraption fer the rock farm, I worked and worked fer days an’ everything. It was s’posed ta help, an’ make our work more efficient an’ such, but Ma seemed ta hate it.”

He frowned deeply.

“Said I was disrespectin’ Grandpa’s memory and the whole family before him. She took the whole darn thing apart an’ now I’m not allowed ta use any of the tools unless she’s watchin’.”

“Really now? She did all that?”

Applejack was genuinely surprised to hear this, as all she’d heard was some grumbling from her wife about how their son was messing with the power tools. Little other detail was given.

“Yes! Now I’m not even allowed ta do what I got mah cutie mark for!”

Mounty cried out.

“She’s makin’ us all do things the hard way, like technology is evil or somethin’, and sayin’ it’s what Grandpa would want. But mah aunties said he wouldn’ta minded, I just don’t know how ta make her see that!”

The colt was getting awfully worked up and AJ did her best to comfort him, rubbing his back and quietly hoping for Wilbur to give him clarity. But as his Ma, it was her job to do that herself.

So she pondered for a bit, plucking a straw from the ground for herself to chew on as she wracked her brain for anything that would help.

“Well, technology ain’t evil but it can do a lot of no-good hooey in the wrong hooves. Years back, before any of y’all came around, a couple of stallions came ta town with this fancy cider contraption that darn near drove us outta business. And their cider ain’t even good!”

She scrunched up her muzzle in disgust, before realizing how that anecdote might come off the wrong way. So she elaborated:

“I got every bit of faith that yer nothin’ like them Flim Flam brothers, I’ve seen how much ya love workin’ the fields in earnest. But yer Mom’s from a more old-fashioned upbringin’ so she might not understand that, she might think anything that’s different from what she knows is out ta destroy her way of livin’.”

“But it’s not! I’m not!”

Mounty protested.

“I don’t wanna change anythin’ our family does, I just wanna try doin’ it differently. Maybe it won’t even work all the time but Mom won’t even let me try!”

AJ could tell this wasn’t making him feel any better, and she didn’t want to go unintentionally making excuses for her wife if she really was up to no good. And of course Mounty was a true Apple, he wasn’t lying.

So she put down her hat between the two, deciding to be honest herself.

“I won’t lie, it ain’t easy breakin’ outta old habits. You shoulda seen how long it took me just ta do a few simple chores when I was ‘round Summer’s age. Darn near an hour just for one.”

“Really?”

Mounty was amazed to hear this from his own Ma.

“Ain’t so efficient, is it? That’s the word ya use?”

Both of them chuckled together.

“I don’t know why I bothered fer so long. It was the way mah family always did it but things were changin’, we didn’t need ta do all those extra steps anymore. Maybe I was tryin’ ta honor tradition, respect how mah own Mama and Papa did it.”

She picked up her hat and held it to her chest reflectively.

“I lost mah folks when I was just a young’un, it’s been so long even yer Auntie Apple Bloom don’t remember ‘em. Yer Mom just now lost one of hers, after a whole life havin’ him around. All this talk about his traditions has gotta be her way of workin’ through stuff.”

Then she put her hat back on with resolve.

“But if I could pull mah stubborn head out of the dirt an’ get with the times, so can she.”

A smile returned to Mounty’s face as he started to feel comforted by his Ma’s words. It was nice to see somepony else had been through the same things, held the same attitudes, and actually learned for the better. It gave him some hope, but he still needed answers.

“But what can I do ta convince her?”

“You don’t need ta do a single thing. I’ll talk ta her first thing, before she can run off an’ do more chores.”

They both got a giggle out of this.

“Mama’s got it taken care of. Fer now, why don’t ya get us a couple apples fer the walk?”

Before Mounty could respond, AJ hoisted him up on her back, prompting a fit of laughter from him.

“Ma! You don’t need ta lift me up!”

“What, ya think I can’t?”

AJ smirked playfully.

“I found Brackish out past curfew an’ carried him all the way home, clear across Ponyville.”

“Can’t say I’m too surprised. But ya know I can still fly!”

The colt pointed out, but it wasn’t much of a complaint at all judging by the huge grin on his face. He tossed a few apples down and let his Ma catch them in her hat.

“I know, but yer still mah baby whether ya like it or not!”

She let him off her back and ruffled his mane like he wasn’t getting closer to her height with every day.

“Maaa! Stop!”

He fake-protested.

“Maybe one of these days you’ll come up with some fancy machine that lets the rest of us pick apples without havin’ ta buck them.”

Applejack was encouraging his talent in all earnest, and he greatly appreciated hearing that coming from one of his parents. But he was feeling mischievous as he said with a cheeky smile,

“I sure will, I got this great idea. It’s called a ladder.”

“Consarnit, you know what I mean!”

His Ma nudged him playfully and he took off, flying ahead and teasing her as she ran after him. Both of them were having a wonderful time, bonding as a mother and son should. 

For a moment, Mounty could forget all about the struggles he had been dealing with, knowing somepony was on his side and sticking up for him.

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Applejack’s cutie mark by MLPCreativeLab

[chronically-sawyer-pilled]

TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 7

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

You awoke at a wooden dinner table, strapped down to a chair decorated in human bones and animal parts. You looked around desperately, the room was dim, with lamps made from what looked like human skin, and animal carcasses fashioned into strange decorum. Across from you was an impossibly old man, his skin white with wrinkles upon wrinkles, like he'd been in a mausoleum for a hundred years. The first to join you at the table was the man wearing the woman's face, he sat timidly, staring at you before looking away nervously. The next was a thin young man with a red birthmark streaked across his face, he looked dishevelled and ragged. "you must be the girl we were lookin' for! That's her, isn't it Leatherface?" He laughed to the man beside him. Johnny soon followed with Nancy behind him, he had a scowl across his face and was holding a damp cloth to his forehead, his arms were covered in bandages. The woman with him sat down beside him, whispering unheard words into his ear, his eyes never left you, he just stared, angrily - furiously.

Next at the table was the old man, he sat nervously with his hands clasped together, taking a deep sigh, not even looking at you. Last was Sissy, who wandered in with her head down and her fists clenched. She was muttering something under her breath as she sat. "Now. How's about we get this show on the road." The old man sighed "I believe we're owed an explanation for this. You not only hid this girl from us and lied to us about it, but you damn near tore Johnny to shreds in the process too. What's so important about this girl that you had to turn against your family for her?" Nancy scowled "I hid her because I knew what would happen if I didn't. Every last one of you would be clamberin' for her! Scarin' her half to death!" Sissy cried "So what, you thought you were just gonna have her all to yerself? You'd rather starve your family than share? I thought we raised you better than that! You know we're on hard times!" The old man yelled "y-yeah, what the heck Sissy?" The thin man hissed "It's not like that!" "What, you're keepin her as a pet? We can't afford to be keepin no pets round here" The old man berated "She's not my pet, she's my soulmate! I love her, don't you understand that?!" Sissy screeched, causing the room to fall silent, and all eyes to fall on you, then back to Sissy.

"Oh Sissy…" Nancy sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead, the old man looked around the room, sharing a confused look with the thin man. "What like… like as a best friend or-" The old man started "No, Drayton. Like a girlfriend." Nancy sighed "But… but they're both girls aren't they?" "Yes, but… I don't know. She must have learned this while she was up in California." "Like… you're in love the way g-grandpa and grandma were?" The skinny man stuttered "More than that. Her and I are bonded, we're soulmates, I know it. I felt it." "What a load of horseshit." Johnny muttered. "Johnny, language!" Nancy snapped "I mean… I guess there's no reason for it not to work like that. If Johnny's allowed to bring girls round here I suppose there's no reason Sissy shouldn't either. Especially since they can't spring no little ones." Drayton nervously chuckled to himself. "Grandpa, what do you think of this?" Nancy asked, earning only a strained groan in response "See? You hear that?! Grandpa believes me, he believes in true love!" Sissy yelled, leaping out of her seat. "Alright well… if you're gonna be keepin' this girl round here. She's got to be loyal to the family. We can't have her runnin' off willy nilly to go bring trouble round here y'know?" said Drayton, sharing a knowing glance with Nancy "Oh you don't gotta worry about a thing, she'll be as loyal as a dog, won't you sunshine?" Sissy asked "mmf." You responded "Will she be willin' to help keep things clean round here?" Drayton asked "mmf." "And she'll be willing to help tidy up any trouble that comes our way, won't she?" Nancy asked "mmf…" "S…Sissy, she'll play hide and seek with us right? Won't she?!" The skinny man laughed "Of course she will! She'll do anything! So you'll let me keep her?!" Sissy asked, excitement lacing her words "Hold on now, she's gotta pass the most important part of bein' a member of this family. Gettin' involved in the family business. Boy, go get dinner out of the oven." Drayton snapped, commanding the man in the skin mask to scurry off into the kitchen.

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields, IV

Captain's Log #0.04:

So, sometimes, when I'm visiting New Atlantis I like to take a stroll down through The Well. Sure, the air quality ain't all that great but… there's some decent shops down there. And the Trade Authority allows me to drop off a lot of random lost and found items I come across.

One shop though, the surplus market Antonio runs. I was mindin' my own, browsing his goods when a customer comes in demanding a refund for some boots. Because they bring her bad luck? What did she say now? Somethin' about… "It's like walking under a ladder with a broken mirror in my pocket!" …And he gave her a refund! I ain't ever seen this man give refunds. So, after she leaves I decide to ask him about the boots.

Turns out she's not the first to return them. Apparently these unlucky boots are cursed. Hah. Like, are ya kiddin' me? Cursed space boots? Sounds like something straight out of one of them Tamriel Adventure novels. So anyway. Apparently these boots are so unlucky Antonio just wants to get rid of them and offers to pay me some decent creds to take them to a whole 'nother system and stash 'em away somewhere.

Well, shit. I didn't have any plans when I woke up this morning so why the heck not! Looks like we're going to some place called The Den. Pretty specific locale, if ya ask me. He could've just said to drop 'em in any 'ole corner of the galaxy. Guess we might find out why once we get there maybe? I'm kinda curious m'self.

So off we go! The Wolf System. I dig the name.

…

Turns out The Den is an old UC station. According to the Vanguard folks posted here it ain't seen much action since the war ended. Fine by me. I enjoy the calm. I mosey my way around and find a nice lookin' crate to stash the boots in back in a corner down some janky hall. Surprisingly, there's some young buck here, eyeballin' me.

Real good eyes too. Spots the boots. Can tell they're his size and everything. Even offers to buy 'em off me. Tempting. But I can see the risk comin' a mile away. Antonio's an alright guy. I don't want this to somehow blow back on him. So I decline and stash the boots in the crate. I mean. The guy could just as well pilfer them from the crate when I'm gone. It's the principle of the matter. Plus… well. I ain't gonna do my contract dirty like that. And sure as hell not for 500 measley creds.

But that was it. I'm still not sure why the boots had to be put in this specific location. Suppose it will remain one of life's great mysteries.

With that out of the way I decide to explore the station a bit. I find some cute plushies in an unoccupied room past the hall and I… Sigh. …Ok, ok. I admit. I might have a tiny problem. Ya see. I love all these cute lil plush toys. I can't keep my hands off 'em. So, yeah. Frown on me all ya want. I takes 'em when I sees 'em. Have you seen how frickin' adorable the plushie Parsec Pooch is? C'mon now. Ya'll'd be nabbin' 'em for that sweet five-finger discount too!

Anyway. The Den is… has a disappointingly small interior to explore. Besides the bar on the lower deck the only other post of any interest is the Trade Authority. Though the man here does have a charm about him I kinda like… I'd almost like him to invite me to see the special stock in back, if ya get my drift. Ahem.

Well. While we're here, I do a cursory scan of the system. Nothing really of interest. It really is the ass end of nowhere. I scavenge a couple wrecked ships near the old Den station. Would've liked to board the derelict, but. Didn't see any ports to dock to. Ah, well. I jump back to New Atlantis and give Antonio the good news. He gives me credits. All is right as rain.

As I'm pondering what to do with my day next I decide to pay a visit to my scientist friend and see if he's learned anything new about his tree. He seems to think the vibrations it is sending out are like a matin' call or whatever. All that science-y stuff is a bit above my pay grade. What he needs to test his theory though, that. That I can go and get. Seems like an old tree was given when the colonies were first established here as a peace offering to Akila. Though that tree died, it's branches are still in the museum there and apparently my friend may be able to science up some of its DNA and reciprocate a response to get the tree here to calm down its ponies.

I was wantin' to visit Akila anyway so this works out! Ain't been to the Cheyenne system in a long while. Not since before I lost my haulin' ship.

…

Akila's got some nice folks. Bit of an old Earth west feel to the place. That's kinda helped by it bein' on a rocky, desert kinda planet. I don't care too much for the area around the port though. Too muddy. I'm not a big fan of mud. Gets everywhere.

Soon as I hit the outer gate of the city a guard advises caution. Some ruckus happening at the local GalBank branch. Because of course there is! And it's a hostage situation. Sounds like my kinda party to crash and wouldn't ya know. I can see it from the gate. So of course I'm gonna mosey on over and offer my assistance since the sheriff ain't makin' any headway. It don't take too long before I've persuaded the gang to release the hostages and come out all quiet like without a fuss. It's almost like I'm the main character in a sweet intergalactic space opera. Maybe I should be sheriff. Hahah. Wouldn't that be cute? But I got things to do. Did I mention Akila has one of my favorite little bookshops? No digital content. Purely physical. I could spend hours in there. The owner's a nice gal.

I swing by the museum and manage to convince the owner to let me take the tree branch out of storage and back to New Atlantis with me on the contingency I bring it back in one piece. So. I hope the science won't damage it. Before I head out I take some time to wander around the city. There's a couple cheap properties here I can afford and I just might. I run in to another little squabble between a couple of guards and a woman who has some ideas about making security safer from the local beasty population outside the gates. The head of security doesn't want to listen because "Gosh darn I done it this way for years and it works so I ain't changin'!" blah blah. It's that kinda stuck-to-my-dusty-old-guns no-woman-gonna-tell-me nonsense I don't really care for. It don't hurt no one to listen to some new ideas. Especially if the new ideas could actually increase safety. And in the end, ain't that what this is about? So I end up helpin' the lass on the sly. She gives me some modules to set up along the perimeter of the town wall and then I casually occupy the attention of one of the guards near their security tower while she adjusts some settings on one of their computers to work with the modules. Technically, she's not really allowed in there.

Might be a bit shady but… like I said. If it's something that could keep people safer, what's the worst that could happen? She'll need a good 24hrs to collect a decent amount of data. Which works for me since. Since I got a date. With science. Back to Atlantis!

…

I touch down and jog my happy ass over to give my scientist friend the branch. He does his science stuff. And then figured the best way to serenade the tree is to have the audio he's created play from a near kiosk.

I offered to sing it, but. Apparently. My chops ain't cut for it. Pfft. Figures. So anyway. I skidaddle on over to the SSNN and upload the vibrational-sound-DNA-data or whatever. Which apparently, I can just do. From a weird little wall terminal without askin' nobody. Maybe MAST is authorized to just change up the tunes? I dunno. Again. Logisticalities are above my pay grade.

According to my friend, this method seems to be working. Visually, the has tree stopped dripping its drippy stuff. But otherwise still looks like the same ole tree its been. A win for science! Or somethin'. I guess. Well. Credits for me and my science friend is sporting a bigger smile. I suppose we saved the day and no one is the wiser. And no trees got to get harmed. Sometimes good happens quietly. Roll with it.

After that's all said and done I finally decide to head back to the Lodge and talk to Sarah. She's got a lead on an artifact and wants me to accompany her to pick it up. I'll spare you a loooong story about how this led us on a bit of a system-hoppin' goose hunt full of spacers and laser fights, bouncing around the Sol system from Mars to Uranus and boy… it was a mess tryin' to get ahold of this thing.

We finally save this poor lad from being spaced in his own ship. And here we find out he had been trying to hawk the dang artifact for extra creds! Well, lucky on us since we pulled his toasty rear outta the fire he just gave it up without a fuss at that point. Sarah got to bite off a bit more than she wanted to chew. I ended up dragging her down to some crashed ship remnants I wanted to check out on a nearby moon. And then we found a secret bio-research facility. And ya'll know I just had to waltz on in and check it out. Ran in to quite a few more pirates in there. Since I'm writing this, obviously, we made it out. And there's one group less of pirates in the galaxy to pirate. Another win for the day. Found a lot of good loot. Didn't really find out a whole lot of what the facility had been used for. Just some hints. Lots of frozen bodies. Apparently attempting to alter human DNA to better acclimate to hostile planet environments. Seemed sketch.

And hey, on the way back to New Atlantis those bounty hunters caught up to me again! This time, hopefully, I sent them a clearer message. By blowing their ships up. We'll see how that comes back to bite future-me in the ass.

Got to meet a couple other members of Constellation. A father and his kid. They seem nice enough. Kid seems like a smarty. I like 'em. Sarah points me to three new leads to follow up on. But that's enough artifact chasing for me for a minute or five. I still got a whole log of stuff that seems to keep getting bigger I want to look in to. Not to mention a whole mess of loot to sell. One step closer to a better ship!

I've managed to amass almost 200k. My eye is still on that Shieldbreaker they have in the shipyard. Just wait for me a little longer, darlin'…

End log.

[undersero]

7, 13, 19 for the Naruto asks?

Hi sweet friend!!!

seven. would you read icha icha? would you be into it?

I think I would read it for sure! I would also probably generally enjoy the story ehehehe

thirteen. which character do you look most like?

Im definitely thinking too hard about this. I look most like TenTen!

nineteen. are you interested in becoming a kage?

Absolutely HECKING not that’s too much responsibility however I would gladly marry one (Lookin at u lord Kakashi)

[deputygonebye]

@florrentine asked: “Against The Wall” but probably like … in the softest cutest way possible 🤣

Send me “Against The Wall” to slam my muse up against a wall and kiss them.

Doors closed and sunlight bright from glass windows, the latest of community council was drawn to a finish. Conducted in the four corners of Alexandria's church - unnamed by the people, unmarked by the Lord above - prayer and songbooks left to their original places, gathering dust and causes long since lost. Kneelers almost locked in their upright positions; hadn't known the wooden floors in some time, the gentle tap of Shane's boots against their rubber basis the first real connection. Steady pace unchallenged, nervous fidget that had yet to be cracked, practically counted down the minutes until the latest of speeches was over. Various voices carried across the space in constant echo, up toward the steeple and out, moments spent not in seeking spiritual guidance but planning action. Protection and defense, the same enemy reborn, though he listened to every third word shared, ever still did Shane's eyes wander. Past the faces that had become so familiar to him - new and old come together - rested on Emilia, two rows behind.

Over his shoulder, the ghost of a smile to his lips, dangerous and true, Judith in his embrace. Little expressed but more than enough understood, the spark to his eyes warm and delicate, far from the glare that had become commonly associated. A sense of hope buried deep, at the sound of the others from the community leaving, their steps following one another's like perfected clockwork, Shane made his exit. Wandered into the church opening like a men whose sins were forgiven, with gentle care handed Judith to her beloved brother, ventured just beyond their reach and stood patiently. As if he were a child awaiting candy for good behaviors, the sight of a woman most wanted awoke the butterflies within his belly, their flutter and flap. Hidden and concealed by the church's exterior, before so much as one word could dance across his lips, Shane felt Emilia's touch upon him. Determined but soft, the cutest of predator he had yet to see, her mouth onto his without hesitation, so firm, so sweet.

Her fingers wrapped around his shirt, plaid of dark blue and red, just as quick were Shane's own hands to go about Emilia's waist, tug her close and continue on in their play of kisses.

"Hi, there."

Shane grinned against her mouth, chasing Emilia's affection with some of his own, breaking apart only when his lungs ached so for breath, a blissful pain.

"Had I known you were gonna do that, Em, I would've done somethin' to get that meetin' inside finished sooner." Shane confessed, his voice lifted in humor, the slight mellow of unshared laughter, hands still not yet parted from her middle.

"Guess we probably should've done that awhile ago now, huh? Should've spent more time kissin' you - heck, I've been missin' out on somethin' good, somethin' real good. Bein' honest, I don't know why I haven't. Guess you make me feel like a kid again, all nervous and shy. Don't gotta worry about that anymore, though, do we? I like kissin' you, Emmy."

Humming, Shane stole one more peck from her lips, savored her taste and began on the walk back to the others, the slow separation.

"Come on, you. We'd better head back before somebody comes lookin' for us. Left my Judy-girl with big brother - promised her I'd take her around the neighborhood for our afternoon walk together. And from my understandin', Carl's got some plans of his own he's been hopin' to get to. If you wanna, Judy and I would love to have you join us. She's mighty fond of you, Em. Don't know how, but you already got your way into that little girl's heart. Mine, too, actually."

[berglietz]

He hadn’t gotten to see much of it- dammit! He wished he did, because it seemed so fun! Despite the overwhelming messiness of the entire concept of a food fight. If anything he admired the precision that bunch had, and the dedication. Lutz then spotted one of the contenders- a boy with the brightest shade of blue hair he had ever seen, clad head to toe in spaghetti. 

But that wasn’t the only aspect that brought Lutz towards him, no.

“Golly! You’re lookin’ pretty messy, but that was so cool to watch!” The boy seemed to be similar to him in age, and they even had a similar height to top it all off. “Your arms look so strong too! Man, I really wanna train with you later! Though, I think right now you need more help cleanin' these up. I can help with that too!"

Flashing a big ol’ hero smile, Lutz offered his hand. Then had a second thought, removed his glove, and offered the hand again. He didn’t exactly want spaghetti on his heroic outfit. “I’m Lutz, from the Blue Lions!”

Cool? Caspar can't really say he's feeling like he's at his coolest while he's still covered in marinara. Still, he smiles. If this guy can see past all the pasta and spot the warrior underneath, then maybe he really would make a good training partner! Heck, based on the warrior-like look of his party costume, they might be cut from similar cloth. "Hey, I appreciate the offer! I can clean myself up just fine, though. As for the rest of the ballroom, uhh…" He glances toward the remnants of the pseudo-battlefield. Some of the staff are already at work picking up stray meatballs and sweet buns. "Yeah. I should probably chip in over there." With a nod, he clasps the other boy's hand in a firm grip. "I'll remember you, Lutz. I'm on the training grounds basically every morning before classes, so it shouldn't be hard to find me. Just give a holler for Caspar!" A quick squeeze, a bob of the wrist, and he lets go. He turns on his heel to head back toward the carnage he'd contributed to, only to twist around and look back one more time. "Oh, I'm with the Black Eagle house! We already had our big mock battle for the year though, so we'll have to wait a while before we can have a real face off, hahah!"