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PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Din Djarin:

Knowing The Rules (18+)

Ezra (prospect):

The Storm (18+)

Rising Tides (Series, 18+):  Prelude  | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (WIP)

Drabble - untitled (x gn!reader)

Javier Peña:

For Tonight (kinktober ficlet, 18+)

Javi Gutiérrez

Tranqillity

Dieter Bravo:

Bubble Burst

Dave York:

Detached ( for writers’ iron chef by littleferal)

STAR WARS:

Fennec Shand: 

Relationship hcs (gn!reader)

GRAVITY FALLS:

Stanford Pines:

Vampire!Ford x f!reader (18+)

Professor!Ford x f!reader (TBD)

Ford & young reader with a crush (TBD)

Relationship hcs (gn!reader)

Cuddle HCs

Kink HCs (18+)

Finger HCs (SFW/NSFT)

Mirror sex HCs

Noises (NSFT, 18+)

Flaws in a relationship

Outside sex (18+)

In Theory and in Practice (18+)

Stanley Pines:

Mafia Au (x f!reader) TBD

Catalogues (x reader, 18+)

Relationship hcs (gn!reader)

Kink HCs (18+)

Noises (NSFT, 18+)

Flaws in a relationship

Teen runaway adopted by Stan

ARCANE:

Silco relationship HCs and character analysis

[catastrofriend]

ortega pov, shortly after hb, he’s having a Bad Time || ao3 Your first thought is you must have the wrong place. The colors are all off. Sky too blue, bricks too dark, there's weeds coming through the cracks in the pavement, too green.

You only remember this place in black and white

There's a warning sign. Police lines. Do not enter, don't even come near this building, it's unstable, liable to crush you under rubble if you only dare to look at it too long. Not that there's that much left, anyway. There's no more fourth floor to reach.

None of these things can stop you.

You're not sure what you expect to find here, or even what you want. Those things have been far-off concepts for a while now. You don't even remember how you got here. You keep looking over your shoulder, though, as if expecting to see someone behind you. To have your back or stab it?

No. Leigh wouldn't. Would they?

Was their death not a betrayal?

If only they would show up now to betray you. To tell you that they faked everything, just to get away from you. Even all those people dead. Even--even Anathema. Maybe they'd already tried all other options, and you weren't listening. Maybe they would rather die than spend another second with you.

It's all your fault anyway, a little more blame won't change things.

The front door is stuck, but the window next to it was blasted to shards, so you walk in through there. To the stairwell. Intact enough to make it up two floors. You're not counting being showered in rubble and dust as harmful. Not like you got a brick on your head.

The third floor landing is blocked by the remains of a painting. A red balloon?

The outer wall here is low enough in places that you'd barely have to lift your feet to walk out. It's hard not to do it. You've jumped off higher. And it wouldn't kill you, anyway Might make you feel a bit closer to Leigh.

But they took a running start.

You look behind you one last time. Wondering, if the two of you ever really left that stairwell, right before things went to shit. If you'd been looking behind you, then. Did you see them fall behind and think they'd be fine? Did you even bother to check?

Is that them, calling out to you?

"Please come back down the way you came, sir. This place is dangerous." Not them. But it's a relief, at least, to be told what to do. The policeman looks like he's going to lecture you, but something in your face stops him. Maybe the former marshal.

You don't remember how--or if--you got home.

[ace-octo-pix]

Three, Four, and Eight; with prompt 26. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”

26. “I didn’t intend to kiss you.”

(warning for alcohol usage?)

Three was trying very, very hard not to look at the other two. They were nursing a wicked headache, felt like their throat was gonna burst, and was trying not to let their thoughts dwell to what happened the previous night.

Well, except the hangover was There, the hangover was a Reminder, and Three kept getting headaches from the hangover and thinking about what happened. They hated it. They reeaaaally wished it was like the movies, where the person who had been drunk did not remember any of their actions and the other people were doing their best to keep it secret to make sure the first didn’t find out, but no. Nope! They remembered being stupid outgoing, stupid in love, stupid-

“Yoooo, is the hung over agent awake yet?” Four waved a hand in Three’s face, and Three snapped out of their thoughts, now aware of the blush that was on their face. And judging by Four’s smile, it was noticed. Fuck. “Or are you still drunk?”

“Can you still be drunk after sleeping?” Eight asked, claws brushing together.

Three stared at their legs, letting Four take over the response. As Eight and Four talked, Three’s mind kept looping back to the incident, back to the moment where their diginity was shattered. Kept looping back, especially in the absence of Four’s usual annoying songs.

The loop eventually resulted in Three blurting out, “I didn’t intend to kiss you!”

The silence that followed made Three regret saying that. Then, Four put a hand on Three’s shoulder. “If you didn’t intend it, what was last night? With all the... Sappy shit?”

Three really wished they remembered what they said, though. Eight’s face bursted into a bright blush, and Three now really, really wished the knew what was said.

[pixiedustandbluebutterflies]

My goal for today is to have a 2000 Dramione oneshot done by midnight

It’s currently 8:30 pm. I have 110 words as of now.

Wish me luck!

[pixs-pinings]

@hinatas-wife because you inspired me to do this. How dare you.

Dear Inigo,

Did you know that I may have a type? No, really, an asexual girl having a type. Crazy, isn’t it? Let me tell you my type...you. You are my type, from your appearance to your hobbies, all of it makes up... what i liked about you from the start.

But I don’t like you just for your hobbies and appearance. I like you for you, your flaws, your quirks, everything about you is so great. When I got closer and closer to you, all I wanted was to be able to observe you, but, well, I know that you don’t like being stared at, so I respected it. I still do.

I want to cuddle into your arms, and inhale the warmth coming from you and I. My heart seems to twist and turn whenever you’re around, and this is the solution. I swear, being in your presence makes my everyday life so much better. Our magic flies in the air like sparks in a fire, and I want to relish in its warmth. Does that make sense?

I wish for a life together with you, for forever.

Love, Pix

[asagaopix-blog]

Jimmy/Reader fic maybe?

Ooooh! I’ll try my best!

Reader is male because jimmy is gay

Jimmy looked at the phone in his hand, grumbling something about finding a damn Nokemon before Hana, of Normal Boots, found it first. You kept him company, getting supplies from one of the two Nokestops that Asagao Academy held. To be honest, you didn’t really get why he was complaining over not finding another Nokemon, it pops up later... right?

He turns to you, worry on his face now. “Sorry- You doing alright? Today’s kind of a warm day, and while I may be able to withstand the heat of the sun at full force, you may not.”

Jimmy was sweating. Something told you he wasn’t dealing as well with the heat as he tried to make it seem.

“I’m alright,” you respond, wiping your open palm on your shirt, “how about you?”

“I’m fine... are you sure you’re okay?” Jimmy clicked the side of his phone, and his face is actually completely down. “I’m feeling like you don’t want to do this, and as your boyfriend and all I shouldn’t just-”

“It’s fine, it’s great just seeing you excited!” You rubbed your hair back, trying to organize it into something presentable after a bit of sweat. “As your boyfriend, I say continue. Don’t worry about me. Besides...” You smirked, “I think I just saw a Pikach-”

“OH YES!” Jimmy’s attention is back onto the game, swiping through his phone, and you click on the Pikachomp on your screen. You think you see the bob of a red ribbon in the distance, as Hana Mizuno swiped at her screen, too.

Who got the Pikachomp first...? That will be an arguement to remember. You’ll bring your phone.

[life-is-but-a-shadow]

Bottled Up

Blue looked up when he heard a knock on his door to find Phantom standing in the doorway, leaning on his cane with an easy smile on his face. “Hey there, Blue. You busy?”

Blue shook his head. He had been working on something, but if someone wanted his help, it could wait. “Not really. What do you need?”

Phantom’s smile grew. “I just got my hands on a bunch of new magical artifacts, and I want help going through them and organizing them.”

Blue nodded, standing up. “Ok. I can help with that.”

“Great! Knew I could count on you.” Phantom turned, leading the way down the hall towards his room.

To call the place where Phantom stayed in Ego Inc. a ‘room’ would be understating it. The place looked something more like an antiques shop, with various magical artifacts stored all throughout it on shelves and tables. Next to his workbench sat three boxes, piled high with even more artifacts.

Blue settled down at the workbench and immediately began sifting through the boxes, checking objects and sorting them into stacks. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Phantom organize his magical items, and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last, either.

Phantom watched as Blue worked quietly. The android was never very chatty while he worked. Although, he wasn’t ever really very talkative. That was more his brother, Oli. Blue was different, though. Phantom didn’t think it was possible for an android to be shy, but somehow Blue had seemed to manage it.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a dull clunking sound. He looked over to see Blue holding an old wooden puzzle box in his hands, turning it over curiously. “There’s something inside here.”

Phantom hummed. “Probably. If you can figure out how to open it, it might be interesting to see what’s inside.”

Blue’s eyes flashed with light as he scanned the box, analyzing its locking mechanism and beginning to open it. With a few quick motions and a soft click, the lid of the box popped open, and Blue raised it to check what was inside.

The inside of the box was covered in old velvet that looked like it used to be purple. Nestled within was an old, tarnished brass bottle. Blue lifted it out, turning it over in his hands curiously. It was clearly very old, and time had not been kind to it. The bottle was scuffed and scratched, and looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. A brass stopper was wedged firmly into the top, holding it closed, and a golden thread ran through the stopper, winding around the neck of the bottle to keep the two attached.

Blue could just barely make out the indication of some kind of lettering engraved into the side as he peered closer at it. He frowned, rubbing at the dirt that was obscuring the writing, reading it aloud as it was revealed. “To wish is the truest act of desperation.”

Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound as the stopper flew out of the bottle, dangling from its golden thread as purple smoke billowed out of the bottle. It flowed out morphing and swirling until it cleared, revealing a figure, rising up from the bottle, still made of smoke from the waist-down.

They wore a flowing purple shirt, made with glittering golden thread. Thick golden bracelets surrounded their wrists, connecting to their gold collar necklace with beautiful, delicate chains. Their hair was short and brown, their eyes a striking shade of violet as they looked around the room, taking in their surroundings.

Blue stared at them in awe as their eyes eventually landed on him, still sitting at the workbench with the bottle clutched in his hands. Their face was calm, but he saw something in their eyes. Something that looked wary, and sad. His mouth gaped as he stared back at them, unable to look away.

[wordsareinmyblood]

Warning: description of injury and blood ahead

~ * ~ * ~

Blue had barely made it out of the doors before part of the building collapsed behind him. Eric was in a full meltdown as he set him down on the ground. There wasn’t a scratch on either one of them. Tears poured out of his sightless eyes, soaking the bandages covering them. The designs that Terra and Eric had worked so hard to create began to run, the colors dripping down Blue’s face in streaks as the bandages fell away, not stable enough to remain on his face.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but the next thing he knew, there were hands on his shoulders. Somebody was talking to him. They were asking him something, but he couldn’t figure out what. Terra and Dark. He had to find them.

Oli’s eyes widened as Blue stood up, trying to go back into the rubble. His arms went around his brother, holding him back. “Blue, stop!”

Blue struggled against his grip. “I have to find them! Oli, I-” His legs gave out, and Oli caught his weight with a grunt. “Please, Oli. I need to find them.”

Oli’s face softened at the broken tone of his brother’s voice. Colors were streaked down his face, tears still leaking from his damaged eyes. He sighed. “Alright, Blue.” He helped him stand back up, the other still seeming a little unsteady on his feet. “I’ll help you look. Let’s go find them.”

~ * ~ * ~

Dark woke up to massive pain and a world covered in darkness. Their shoulder felt like it was on fire, so much worse than it had felt before. Their torso was tender, and if they breathed too deeply, sharp pain stabbed through them. They tried to shift their leg, only to cry out in pain as it felt like they were pulling against something stabbed through it.

It took long moment for them to move past the pain and register the rest of their surroundings. They were surrounded by what felt like rubble on all sides. Except wait, that wasn't right. On their chest, covering most of their body, there was a warm weight. They managed to shift their uninjured arm, trying to explore what it could be.

Dark froze when they felt skin beneath their fingers. It wasn’t theirs. Someone was buried under all this rubble with them. Dark felt around more, recoiling when they encountered something warm and wet and sticky. Even without seeing it, Dark could tell it was blood.

The person laying on top of them wasn’t moving. Dark couldn’t tell if they were breathing or not. Come to think of it, Dark couldn’t...Their eyes widened in the darkness when they realized that the person on top of them didn’t seem to have any legs. There was only one person among the egos and anons that didn’t. Dark’s breath caught in their throat as they realized it was Terra.

They couldn’t move. They couldn’t go get help. So Dark did the only thing they could. They opened their mouth and started screaming for someone to please come help.

~ * ~ * ~

It was Blue that heard them. As he and Oli carefully searched the rubble, Blue had turned his hearing as high as he could, to almost dangerous levels, hoping beyond hope to hear something, anything. And just as he began to give up, he heard it. It was muffled, but he recognized Dark’s voice immediately.

“Oli! Over here!” His brother was at his side immediately, grabbing his hands as he began tearing at the rubble. He tried to pull away. “We have to get them out! Let go!”

Oli’s grip was firm. “Blue, you need to listen to me! We have to be careful in how we get rid of this rubble. If we’re not, the whole thing could shift and crush them.”

Blue stilled, stopping his struggling and nodding. Oli cautiously released him. Together, under Oli’s direction, they began carefully lifting the rubble away. Dark’s face was the first thing they managed to uncover.

There were tears running down Dark’s face. Oli gave them a reassuring smile. “It’s ok, Dark. We’ll get you out of there soon.”

Dark shook their head. “I’ll be ok. But please, hurry. I,,,I can’t tell if they’re breathing.”

Oli froze as Blue let out a broken cry, tearing away the rest of the rubble to reveal Terra laying on top of Dark. It looked like they had tried to shield them with their body.

Oli was brought out of his thoughts by his brother screaming and sobbing. He had been feeling for Terra’s throat, trying to find a pulse. What he had found was an alarming amount of blood from deep gashes in their face and neck. Blue pulled his smaller partner close, cradling them to his chest and sobbing.

Oli’s breath stuttered when he saw just how bad Terra’s injuries were. Were they…? He engaged his scanner, searching desperately for a heartbeat.

Blue whined as he felt hands trying to take Terra from him. It was a moment before he registered what Oli was saying. “...need to give them to me, Blue. They’re still alive, but I need to get them to the doctors and Green now.”

Blue’s arms loosened, and then Terra was gone from his grip, whisked away by Oli. He heard his sprinting footsteps retreating away into the distance as tears poured down his face. He felt Dark grab one of his hands, could feel his partner shaking in pain and fear next to him. So Blue did what he could to comfort them. Eventually, Marvin and Chase and Anti arrived, two of them lifting Dark onto a stretcher and carrying them away. The third helped Blue to his feet, guiding him out of the rubble and into the portion of the building that was still standing, seemingly untouched by the damage the earthquake had caused.

Eric started screaming as soon as Blue was led into the clinic. Everyone in the room flinched at the sudden noise. Blue quickly retreated, holding his hands over his ears. He hadn’t adjusted his hearing back down all the way, so the screams sounded three times as loud. He was led into a different room and guided down into a chair. Someone else was in the room with him, but Blue didn’t care. He deactivated his hearing, just slumping to the side as he tried to process everything that had happened.

~ * ~ * ~

It was hours later that the doctors and Green emerged from performing surgery on Terra. Various egos looked at the unconscious anon in concern as they took in their injuries. One of their arms was heavily bandaged, a compression bandage holding it to their chest to prevent it from moving. Their neck was immobilized in a brace, more bandages covering the gashes to their neck and face. One of their eyes and a large portion of their face was completely hidden behind the carefully-wound white cloth. Their mouth was open, a tube down their injured throat to help them breathe.

The two doctors each collapsed into a bed, exhausted from hours of surgery. Green pulled a portable battery pack from somewhere, plugging in to charge himself as he started to tend to Dark. Phantom sat close to Eric, keeping an eye on him. Oli grabbed a chair and sat down next to Terra’s bed, watching carefully, waiting for them to wake up.

[pixxyofice]

Darling, I heard you wanted someone to send you a letter! How about from your dear husband?~ I ah, have a new dance I'd like to show you, so why don't we make it a date night and dance together? I should stop writing here before Odin gets the urge to look over my shoulder... With love, Laslow

[HOLY FUCKING SHIT i mean uhhh QUICK RESPOND]

Oh, thank you, Laslow! Of course I would love to see your new dance! Maybe you could even show me some tips? I have my own style, but I just admire yours, as well. I would like something soothing to drink, as well- you have so many tea dates, there must be something, right?

Hope Odin doesn’t peek in on your letters. I’m intending our night to be private! Just us, and the stars...

With love,

Pix

[TH ANK. sorry for the sappy letter followers, i, yet again, am FUCKING TRASH for this man]

[saucepanguy]

A story I wrote last year

In an empty room, a long time ago and a long time in the future, in every moment of time, a young girl opened her eyes. She sat up and looked down at herself, finding a white dress. It was like a hospital gown, any of us would think, but not her, for she did not know of hospitals. This was all she knew, this small room. With its dusty wooden floor, and its locked tight door, the walls covered in jars and bowls. A small table was  against the wall next to the door. It was a tradition, by now. She got up and walked over to the table, a large book lying open on it. The yellowed pages were covered in tight black handwriting with thin lines. The only thing in the room besides the jars and bowls, the table, and the girl was... the boy. He lay there on the floor. His empty eyes stared at the ceiling, his chest neither rising nor falling. No, if you checked the boy for signs of life, you would find him quite dead. But this would soon be changed. The girl ran her hand over the page, as if without thinking, and leaned over it to read the first line.

First, your subject must be, without a doubt, dead. If they are not, the process is pointless. If they are, you may begin. Your first step is to grind up three sticks of cinnamon in a bowl. Add two pinches of dried vampire bat tongue . Open the jar marked ‘patchouli’ and pour it into the bowl with the bat and the cinnamon. Mix the ingredients together and spread it in a circle around the subject. Next, write their name in the circle. If you do not know their name, skip this step. Yet, they will not know it either. Names have power.

The girl follows the steps, the same way she always does. She does not know his name. She does not know her name.

She follows these directions every day, every week, of every month and year and decade, centuries and centuries, every time the same.

The girl and the boy keep on with the cycle, every moment for all eternity. They are outside of time. Their room is always and never, everywhere and nowhere. As she completes the ritual, she moves on to the last line.

This is the most sensitive part of the ritual. The first thing to happen after a body dies is that the soul leaves. You will need a new one to replace it. Your new one does not need to be voluntary.

Put the hand of the sacrifice on the subject’s chest, over their heart. Place their other hand around their wrist. After four hundred and thirteen seconds of absolute silence, the soul will be transferred.

The girl is ready for the process. She knows it is painless. she has done it infinite times, and she will do it again infinite times. She collapsed, collapses, and will collapse, next to the boy whose soul she replaces with her own millions, billions, of times.

In an empty room, a long time ago and a long time in the future, in every moment of time, a young boy opened his eyes.

[pix-writes]

This is what I intended to be a purely self indulgent fic for myself, but would anyone be interested in seeing an Ezra x reader hunger games AU? I'm vaguely aware someone has wrote a Pedro boy HG AU before, but it's something that's been brewing in my mind for a while...?

[catastrofriend]

Two fics in one week? What the fuck?

(Do mind this one’s a lil heavy on the emotional waves but it ends on a brighter note)

AO3 link

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There's a pot of pasta boiling on the stove. You had some kind of intention to find something to go with it, but the pasta is already overdone and you never managed to move and look what else you had to go with it. You eat it straight from the pot. But you're eating so it's okay.

-

Ortega laughs at your joke and you almost burst into tears right there and then. Have to excuse yourself a minute later to stare at yourself in the mirror, push it all back. You're okay.

Your head is aching. Your neck is cramped, frozen. You keep pushing your shoulders down, to look relaxed. Try to actually relax, give the muscles there a break. The ringing in your ears is just getting worse. The sounds outside of your control are worse. You hide in your headphones and turn up the volume, at least this way you choose your own hurt. The ringing is always louder, but that's okay.

-

The cold is everywhere. You'd think Los Diablos was incapable of cold, but of course you would find a way to be cold anyway. The layers feel protective, but restrictive. You add a blanket anyway, a comfort layer. It's the best you've got. 

-

It's getting harder and harder by the day, to pretend to be normal. To pretend you're alright. To move at all. But you don't stop, you can't. It's almost mechanical, the way you keep repeating the same patterns. Eat, shower, sleep, be at least a little social to keep people from questioning. Your body keeps doing all these things and it's--convenient, maybe? At least you don't have all that hanging over you, you're taking care of yourself on the surface. But.

But it's not real. There's no drive or want behind it, you're going through the motions. You happen to be there while it's happening. You're driving this train but only in theory. In practice it's fully automated, you're just the human supervisor to make others feel like the train is safe. And you're not even human. But hey, you're okay. Right?

-

"Hey. Hey, Leigh, you're--can I--?" Ortega's voice is halting, soft. Scared? And that gets your attention. You drag yourself out of your own head, put the panic behind lock and key, and reach out.

Once your hands find his, they can travel up to his shoulders, and from there it's a bit easier to look at him. There's still black creeping in at the edges of your vision, but you manage to focus on his face. All you see there, however, is your own worry reflected right back at you. You cup his cheek in your palm, willing your hands steady, forcing the flinch down as he pulls you into a tight embrace. You're not sure where your hand has gone, you can't even say how you work right now, but you can feel his hand against the base of your skull, more gentle than you thought possible, but so solid. Is it you crying or him? It's hard to tell.

Mid breath--nice to know your lungs are working again--you remember you were worried about him and you scramble for a little distance, still in his arms but so you can look at him. Thumbs wiping at his cheeks, and it was him crying, you try to make your mouth work around words. You only manage the smallest sound, barely even a whimper, and your lungs are gone again. But there are warm hands on your face and Ortega's voice is… swimming?

"Breathe with me," he keeps saying. Like you're drowning. But you do it anyway, you're too tired to argue with him now, so you breathe, slowly, counting out each breath. Eventually you find yourself being wrapped in a blanket, a glass of water held out to you. He holds it steady so you only barely nudge the glass with your hands for a drink. 

"'m Sorry."

Ortega stays quiet. The glass disappears, and a few seconds later you're being shifted to lean against him. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head. He sighs, and you almost apologize again, but the words stick in your throat.

"This isn't--" he sighs again, rubs your arm. "Does this happen a lot?"

You lift up a hand, wiggle it a bit. Sometimes, your brain supplies. The word doesn't make it out.

He squeezes a little tighter in his embrace. A little too tight, if you're being honest, but if it helps him, and if you can't tell him off anyway, there's no point dwelling on that.

"I wish you didn't… I'm glad I was here for it, this time. Hope it helped."

You wouldn't know what to say to that even if you could say it.

"You don't have to do it alone, okay?"

Is he expecting a response?

"It'll be okay."

Maybe he's talking to himself more than you. It doesn’t matter. He’s warm, and he seems to be okay enough, and you have no intention or idea how to move anymore. You’re too tired anyway. Surely you can stay right here for a while, maybe close your eyes for a bit. Stop thinking for a moment.

Ortega’s playing with your hair. You can rest.

[ace-octo-pix]

SO

I WROTE MORE AGENT 24

but this time it’s my mlm agent 24. enjoy.

[pixiedustandbluebutterflies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jupiter Ascending (2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jupiter Jones/Caine Wise Characters: Jupiter Jones, Caine Wise Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Fluff, Meet-Cute, 2022 JA Secret Santa, Jupiter Ascending Secret Santa Summary:

Caine’s days at Aegis, a home for unmarked omegas, had been blessedly uneventful. He was quite content to live out his days in this safe space, free of the pressures of the alpha/omega dynamic.

Until the newest volunteer at the home crashed into his life.

Happy @jasecretsanta gift reveal day, @azc3nsion!

[asagaopix-blog]

I know it's a pretty rare pair but Shane/Ian fic please?

I shall certainly try my hand at it!

Shane clicked over to his character on the OuiU screen, rubbing his hands over the controller as he watched Ian from the corner of his eye. Ian was focusing on the screen, deciding on what character to choose, so he didn’t spot the british man staring him down.

Ian, Shane decided, had a pretty handsome face, especially with the little stubble it was growing.

Ian chose his character, then glanced at Shane. There was a smile fighting to upturn his lips when he spotted where Shane was starting to stare, and he rubbed at the stubble slightly. “There’s no need to stare, you know,” he said, in that tone of his, then turned back to the game and pressed start on his controller. “We need to get started.”

Shane turned back to the game, rubbing the control stick again. “It’s cute, you know.”

Ian made a “bleegh” sound, and Shane laughed.

“I mean it in the good way, dude.”

“Disgusting, forms of affection,” Ian said, again in a sarcastic tone, then clicked on a stage. Shane chuckled, trying to get his game face on.

When their characters popped up, Shane immediately got to work, shooting lasers from his character’s gun, and hopped around the field, trying to dodge around Ian’s energy balls. All pre-fight banter was lost, in exchange for trying to distract the boyfriend.

“You’re a lame Lucarip main!” Shane yelled, and Ian immediately overshot his up-b, falling to his death.

“You missed, you missed, aaaand you missed again! What a shock.” Ian kept a running commentary, and Shane kept trying to focus on his voice and as a result did, indeed, keep missing.

By the end of the match, they were laughing so hard they had to lay on each other. Well, that was the excuse that they gave anyone who could come in, like Jirard.

Ian got up from the floor, pulling Shane up as well. After a quick look around, Ian managed a quick peck before heading for the door.

“Seriously, that’s it?” Shane asked, chuckling. “Just a peck?”

Ian stopped at the door, giving Shane a stare. “Yes. Don’t have skill beyond that.”

Shane backed down in the face of his stubble-beard boyfriend. “Alright, then. See you tomorrow for a rematch?” Shane smirked, “I’m getting revenge for that Sudden Death.”

Ian only smiled back at him, before exiting the room. Shane laughed again, then approached his desk, getting out a pencil. He supposed he had to return this OuiU and the controllers to PBG and Jon, but hey. He wasn’t gonna do that by himself.

[ashpoppy-blog]

Just a drabble to get me some ideas

Ripplekit dashed through the Treeclan camp, excited squeals coming out of her mouth as she dodged around the clump of stumps that surrounded the central, decaying tree that held the leader’s den. She eventually stopped weaving through the stumps and jumped onto a stump, posturing ridiculously. “I am the leader of Treeclan!” She yowled.

“I’m afraid not!” Another voice chirped, and the lighter tabby kit jumped onto another stump across from Ripplekit. Webkit took on a stance that she thought was intimidating. “I was here first, so you’ll have to fight me for it.”

“Challenge accepted!” Ripplekit yelled, then jumped to Webkit’s stump, aiming paws towards Webkit’s nose. Webkit weaved around Ripplekit’s landing spot, and she lifted her front paws and tried to push at Ripplekit’s back to pin her down.

Ripplekit rolled away, then tackled Webkit. The two scuffled on the stump, many times pushing close to the edge, then pulling away from it.

A spotted tabby kit yelped, “Ripple, Web, those are the leader’s seats! Why are you playing on them?!”

“We’re just having fun, Feather!” Ripplekit said, having pinned Webkit down beneath her. Webkit made a noise of agreement, then pushed Ripplekit off of her. Ripplekit staggered back, and Webkit weaved out from Ripplekit’s paws.

“But-” Featherkit sighed as her sisters ignored her, and she stepped back from the situation. “...I’ll go to the elders den, then.”