#sorry posting these separately cause i'm still not over that cut

[5ueckers]

but i'm a cheerleader

pairing : paige bueckers x cheerleader!reader

warnings : smut. semi–public sex.

notes : this is highkey unrealistic af so don't think too hard abt it! also i got kinda lazy while proofreading and editing, so there may be some errors/might feel a bit clunky at times, sorry in advance 🫠

words : 2148

xl center erupts with screams and applause as the final buzzer rings out— the university of connecticut’s women’s basketball team, for the tenth game in a row, has come out victorious, winning with a whopping forty–seven points over their competitors.

you jump up from where you’ve been sitting cross–legged at the baseline of the court and shake your bright red pom–poms, yelling out one of your cheers. the rest of the girls follow suit after you, their captain, perfectly in sync as the pep band begins to play the uconn husky fight song.

you��re never not tired as hell at the end of a game— the exhaustion from your halftime performance starting to set in and your head dully aching from your tight half–up–half–down hairstyle— but none of that ever deters you. you’re captain for a reason, bringing sharp precision, clean lines, and high energy to every performance, whether its on a court, field, or stage.

but of course, even the best of best have their weaknesses.

yours has actually landed you in trouble before, just once— you missed a whole count because you were distracted by a pair of icy blue eyes watching you intently from uconn’s bench, her intrigued expression being replaced by a smirk once she realized she’d caused your mishap. coach really chewed you out next practice, but you got got the blue–eyed girl’s number after that game, so it was honestly kind of worth it.

your post–game cheer earns its own round of applause from the remaining fans in the stands, and you bow, shaking your poms the whole way back to the baseline, where your coach awaits you. she offers a few nice jobs and back pats, as well as a fair share of critiques, before finally telling you all you’re free to go.

while the rest of your team head for the cheer locker room, you start toward the opposite direction. “y/n?!” one of your teammates calls out after you, confused.

“go on, i’ll meet you guys later!” you reply, before running to meet paige at the other side of the court, by the stands.

there’s still a large crowd of fans waiting to take pictures and have their jerseys signed by your girlfriend, but once she notices you approaching, she yells out, “alright, y’all, that’s it for tonight! thanks for coming!”

her voice softens when she turns to you and smiles, “hey.”

“hey, you,” you say gingerly, hyper–aware of the cameras fixed on paige, and so also you, by extension.

she nods her head in the direction of the arena’s large exit doors, silently instructing you to follow her.

you keep a safe distance while you’re still in the presence of the fans and cameras and the media, but as soon as you’re both in the tunnel, so dark that no one can see you, paige is all over you. her hands fly to your waist if they’re under the control of a magnetic pull as her lips press to yours, gasping into your mouth. you shudder as you melt into the kiss, into her, throwing your arms around her neck. you part your lips, allowing her to lick into your mouth— you want her to eat you alive.

“you were so good out there,” you tell her once you part, voice breathy.

paige grins cockily, already knowing that she played well, and you can see that your red lipstick has transferred onto her mouth, making you laugh. “what? what’s funny?” she questions, confused but chuckling a bit herself.

you shake your head. “nothing, just—” you point at your own lips, which you’re sure have also gotten smudged. “you’ve got something.”

“ah,” she rolls her eyes, genuinely sounding irked, which only makes you laugh harder. “well, you’ve got something—”

she cuts herself off by simply kissing you again, a light peck, taking your hand into hers soon after she separates your bodies.

high on the rush of the win and each other, you two walk hand–in–hand to the women’s locker room— only to be met with aubrey, crouched at her locker as she finishes packing up her things. if not your lipstick literally being smeared all over paige’s lips, then the flush on both of your faces and the way you freeze and suddenly drop each other’s hands, even though both of your teams are aware of your relationship and you have nothing to hide, certainly tells the older girl everything she needs to know.

she simply stuffs a few more of her things into her bag before heading out, lightly punching paige on the shoulder and laughing as she passes by, “see y’all!”

one you hear the door close, you and paige just look at each other before bursting into giggles at the interaction. “she’s never gonna let me live that down.” the blonde groans, wrapping her arms around your waist again.

you just laugh, falling quiet as you find yourself lost in her eyes for the nth time since you first met her. those eyes will be the death of you, you’re sure of it. she gets kind of sheepish whenever you look at her for too long, avoiding your gaze and blushing— you’re not sure why, she’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. “i love you.” you say, very seriously.

“i love you, too, y/n,” she responds, just as earnest, and leans in to kiss you, only to be stopped.

“wait,” you say, reaching up and finally taking that godforsaken ponytail down, feeling all the tension in your head release as soon as you do. you drop the hair tie and bow to the ground, haphazardly brushing your hair out of your face with your fingers as it falls out of the style.

“god, you’re so fucking pretty,” the blonde marvels aloud, before finally kissing you again.

your lips move together languidly as her hands move down until they’re cupping your ass, kneading the soft flesh in her palms. “paige,” you whine into her mouth, allowing your head to roll back as her lips trail wet, open–mouthed kisses from your jawline all the way down your exposed collarbones.

“yeah, baby?” she replies and then sucks harshly at a particularly sensitive spot, making you whimper.

“want you,”

“here?” she pulls back slightly to scan the locker room— everyone else’s belongings are gone, it’s just her bag and shoes left in front of her storage space. still, someone may have forgotten something and could easily walk in on you while trying to find it. “someone could see—”

you don’t care. you pull paige back in, connecting your lips again, pushing your tongue into her mouth and kissing her with the kind of fervor that makes it impossible for her to deny you. she guides you backwards until your back is pressed to the one navy blue wall that isn’t lined with lockers, her hands feeling you all over.

her fingertips find their way to the hem of your tiny skirt, pulling up until the fabric is bunched up high on your hips, revealing the even smaller red safety shorts you’re required to wear under your uniform. she steps back briefly to give you some space so you can push them and your panties down your legs, kicking them aside, before she slots her thigh between your legs. already knowing exactly what to do from experience, you grind down against her thigh, and it feels so good when you clit drags against her bare skin, you whimper and repeat the motion again and again.

paige uses one hand to hold you steady with a strong grip on your waist, while the other works at pushing up the top piece to your uniform and bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the locker room. she immediately leans down to suck and lick at one of your firm nipples while rolling over the other with her free thumb. the sounds are obscene— your moans, paige’s slurping, and the squelch of your wet pussy rubbing against her thigh all coming together to fill the room.

“fuck, p,” you moan, eyes squeezing shut. “so good.”

paige releases your nipple from her mouth with low groan, briefly licks at the other, before standing upright. she leans in, dangerously close and she whispers into your ear, “i can feel it, y’know. you really want my fingers that bad?”

you blush, flustered by her referring to the way your pussy keeps clenching against her thigh, showing how needy you are, but still nod. “need it, paige, please,” you whimper, hoping she’ll give in quicker if you beg for it.

you’re proven correct, because your girlfriend plants a quick kiss on your cheek, murmuring, “anything for my girl,” before removing her thigh from between your legs, dropping down to her knees and crouching in front of you. ever the tease, she starts by kissing at your thighs, whispering sweet nothings into your skin— beautiful, so pretty, good girl, all mine.

and then two of of her long, slender fingers are prodding at your entrance, easing in nice and slowly. your pussy clenches around the digits, welcoming her inside like an old friend, your walls slick and velvety.

you allow your head to tip back against the wall, eyes closing again, “oh my god.” paige knows your body so well, knows just how to angle her fingers and jab at that sweet spot inside you, the one that makes you cry every time. she adds her mouth to the mix, kitten–licking at your clit before sucking it into her mouth, sending shivers up your spine.

“i’m close,” you cry out, and paige hums against you encouragingly, sending vibrations all throughout your core.

what really has you tipping over the edge is the look in her eyes when you finally will yours open, staring up at you with such adoration as she gets you off. you always said those eyes would be the death of you; your kryptonite. you nearly fold over as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking as the pleasure ebbs throughout your whole body, sobbing out your girlfriend’s name.

“you good?” paige chuckles, amused by your struggling. her lips, covered in your cum and arousal, plus your lipstick from earlier, are glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the locker room— the sight is so hot, you almost feel ready to orgasm again. almost.

“y–yeah, i just—” you swallow thickly, heaving. “need a minute.”

paige’s hands grip your hips, holding you steady until she feels you’re able to stand on your own. only when she’s certain you won’t topple over does she let go of you, sweetly kissing you on your forehead when she stands up. “i’ll be right back, wait here,” she tells you, disappearing momentarily.

“dude! i look fucking insane!” you hear her yell out, making you laugh weakly. you figure she’s found a mirror.

she returns with a wet hand towel, having washed off her mouth, hands, and thigh. she’s gentle as she cleans you up, knowing you’re still sensitive. then, she grabs your panties and shorts from off the carpeted floor, bending over and holding them at your ankles to help you re–dress.

“wait, but i wanted to do you, too,” you whine, a genuine pout setting in on your face as you step back into the panties.

paige shakes her head. “when we get home,” she offers. “i don’t wanna… defile this place any more than we already have.”

you laugh, again, at her choice of words. paige helps you get back into your shorts, as well, and you pull your skirt, bra, and top back down to their regular positions, smoothing over your uniform with the palms of your hands, trying to look at least a little bit presentable for when you walk out of here. paige wanders off toward her locker, changing out of her uniform.

finally feeling stable enough to walk, you find your hair tie and bow on the ground, rolling the former onto your wrist. “wait, c’mere,” you wave paige over, just as she’s pulling a fresh t–shirt over her head.

“hm?” she hums as she approaches, but you just motion for her to lean down a bit. she complies, and you place your bright red bow in her hair, right at the top of her ponytail.

“awww,” you gush at the sight. paige just looks at you, trying her best to appear unimpressed, but you can see the smile playing at her lips. “so pretty! cheer captain!”

she spends all of thirty seconds pretending like she’s not enjoying this, before breaking out into a dance, very poorly imitating your cheer routine from earlier. you encourage her, nonetheless, clapping and cheering, “go paige! go paige!”

she finishes with a ridiculously complex move that you’re pretty sure belongs to some tiktok dance learned recently with kk, grinning, “how was that?”

“10/10, hands down!”

[kjupchurch-xx]

I’m doing random one shots/imagines on Hugh Jackman on WattPad. I’m new to Tumblr, so I may not always post them here. You can enjoy these on my WattPad as well, my profile is under @kjupchurch

✨ Remarkable ✨

August 5th, 2024

                      Los Angeles, California

           ✨This contains SMUT✨

I yawned while stretching out into the California king sized bed, feeling the soft mattress swallow my body. Over the last several months, Hugh and I have been staying in Ryan Reynolds guest home for the filming and now press from Deadpool & Wolverine. As much as I was enjoying LA, I missed my own bed. I missed our home in NYC.

Hugh and I have been together for the past eight months. Had you told me last August that one year from now I'd be in California, or that a bunch of A-List celebrities would know I'd exist, I would've never believed you. I was an ordinary, normal 25-year-old girl from the East Coast when I'd met Hugh. He was freshly separated from his wife of 27 years, Deborra-Lee Furness at the time.

Sometimes I still have to pinch myself to remind me that I'm not in some sort of weird dream.

I looked down feeling my phone vibrate from a text. I sleepily smiled as I saw his name pop up.

Hugh 💋: Hey Love, Noldsy and I are getting ready to pull up at the house. Are you awake?

Me: I'm up. I'll see you soon. 😘

I must've fallen asleep shortly after seeing the text because I awoke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. I could smell his cologne and he was nowhere near me yet. He always smelled heavenly.

"Hey, Love. I'm back." He said, in his thick Australian accent that leaves me weak in the knees every time I hear it.

I sleepily smiled, "Hey, baby. How was it?" I asked, pulling myself up to sit up in the large bed.

He pressed a soft kiss against my lips, "Awesome as always. It was only missing you."

I chuckled as he pulled away, "I'm sorry, Love. I'm still exhausted from the interviews earlier. I'm still not used to this go, go, go thing."

He smiled, pulling his shirt off, heading in the direction of the bathroom, "I know. You'll get used to it soon enough, babe. I'm gonna hop in the shower, would you like to join me?" He asked while turning back to face me.

I lazily got out of the bed smirking at him, following suit, "Is that even a real question? Do I want to join you?"

He chuckled hearing the sarcasm in my words, whilst shrugging his shoulders. "Hey, you never know. I have to pinch myself sometimes because I'm wondering what a beautiful gal like you would want with some old bloke like me."

I rolled my eyes as we entered the bathroom, flipping the dim setting lights on. "Shut up. I have to pinch myself considering you like older women and I'm..." I began jokingly counting on my fingers, "Like 30 years younger than you."

It was now his turn to roll his eyes. He laughed almost embarrassingly, "Shut it. You see how that turned out. I figured I needed to expand my horizons."

I noticed his gaze dropping to my breasts as I removed the t-shirt I had on, revealing no bra underneath. I couldn't help myself as my eyes trailed to his cut abs. How this man was about to be 56 years old blows my mind daily. I slowly pulled off my underwear as I heard him turn the faucet for the shower on shortly before removing his shoes, black jeans and his boxer briefs.

He slowly walked closer towards me and grasped both of my cheeks, pulling me closer towards him while looking into my eyes. His hazel eyes burning through my green ones, causing me to look down. Even after eight months of being with this beautiful man, his presence still made me somewhat shy at times.

His voice softened barely above a whisper, "I missed you so much, Love." I felt his thumb begin caressing my cheek and couldn't escape the smile appearing on my lips.

I whispered back, "You have no idea how much I missed you." I briefly looked up to see the sweet smile appearing on his face.

"Come on now, don't be shy, baby." He said with a smirk, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

The blush appearing on my cheeks was practically burning my skin. Hugh grabbed my arm, pulling me into the shower with him. Thankfully, Ryan's guest house has a massive shower, so there would be no fighting over who gets the water while the other person freezes to death in the corner waiting their turn.

The feeling of the water cascading down our skin feels indescribable. After the jam packed week we've had, it feels phenomenal. I was shaken from my thoughts as I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

"You're quiet, you okay, love?" He asked softly, looking down at me.

He towers me, me being 5'0 and him being 6'2. It certainly has its perks.

I nodded, "I'm okay, I'm just exhausted." I said with a small chuckle.

The sound of his chuckles filled my ears, "I am too. We've got another full day of it tomorrow."

I nodded, pressing a soft kiss on his peck muscle, "I know."

There are so many things that I want to do, but I'm genuinely exhausted and I'm sure that he is as well with the hectic schedule he's been running on. I'm shaken from my thoughts as I feel a poking sensation pressing against my abdomen, right near my belly button. I smirked, "Really?"

He chuckled with a small shrug of his shoulders, "I'm sorry babe, I'm holdin' your naked body, it's just a natural reaction."

As tired as I am, he turns me on so much that resisting the temptation is almost impossible. I slowly ran my hand down his chest, towards his abs and let my fingers caress his happy trail. I could feel the poking sensation grow harder as my hand inches towards his waistline as he let out a small chuckle. I looked up, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss as my fingers trailed past the happy trail, grabbing his hard member. I could feel him produce a low moan against my lips.

Our tongues danced for dominance as I slowly stroked him. He quickly pushed us towards the shower wall, pinning my back against the hard slick tile. I could feel him nibbling on my bottom lip as my hand began stroking quicker. I broke the kiss and began placing kisses on his neck. I could feel him throw his head back in pleasure while moans escaped his lips. I trailed wet kisses down his chest, sinking to the floor to run my tongue down his chiseled abs.

I maintained eye contact with him as I quickly replaced my hand that was on his now throbbing cock with my mouth. He looked down at me whilst biting his bottom lip, taking a deep breath through his nose.

"Oh, Baby." He moaned, caressing my chin pulling it upwards forcing me to hold my eye contact as my lips traced over the tip of his cock. I felt his hand move towards the back of my head as he began thrusting into my mouth.

He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back up to kiss him. He placed his hands under my ass cheeks and lifted me up, holding me against the shower wall, never breaking the kiss. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my entrance, sending shockwaves through my core.

Against my lips, he spoke seductively, "Look at me, baby." As he slowly entered me, I gasped at his size. He was big. He was well endowed, and well over 6 inches long. Even after eight months, it still takes me a minute to adjust.

After giving me a minute to regain my composure, he began slamming into me while my cries of pleasure filled the dimly lit room. He smirked at me, "That's my good girl. Cum for me."

The sound of his husky Australian voice sent me over the edge. I sank my nails into his back as I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

He bit my lip, "I want you to cum for me." He growled, thrusting at a quicker pace.

There's no way Ryan and Blake hadn't ever overheard us. Even in a guest house, we tend to get very loud.

As he slammed into me one last time, I felt myself melt into him as my orgasm ravage my body. I felt him throbbing as he came deep inside me. He sat me down on my feet and grinned at me cheekily while kissing my forehead.

"Now we really do need a shower." I said chuckling, grabbing my loofa and soap.

Once we finished showering, I followed Hugh into the joining bedroom and collapsed back into the bed. He collapsed next to me, pulling me into his arms. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of his body wash.

"I missed you today." I mumbled, twirling my fingers in his chest hair.

"I missed you too, love. Loads." He said softly.

I felt him shift under me so he could look down at me, "Why are you so quiet today, babe? This is not like you. What's wrong?"

I sighed, "I've just been in my head today. Nothing too crazy, I promise."

He began running his fingers through my hair, "Tell me what's bothering you."

Chuckling I said, "I don't know. This is all just... crazy."

He looked at me knowingly with a slight smirk in his expression, "What is?"

"You. Me. California. Movie premiers. All of it. One year ago, I was a normal person that went to work at a job I hated every day. I lived in a small town. Now I'm in bed with Wolverine. How does this even happen?" I said laughing.

He positioned himself upwards on his elbows, causing me to lift up and look at him. He almost couldn't wipe the cheeky smile off his face.

I chuckled, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked throwing my hands up in defeat.

He shook his head, still not moving the smile from his lips, "A year ago, I didn't imagine my life would be like this either."

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Is that a good thing?"

He nodded, "A very good thing. I fell for you because you're the most remarkable person I've ever met." He leaned in to kiss me softly.

"You're in my bed because I realized I'm incapable of being away from you." He placed another soft kiss on my lips.

"And you're so damn beautiful. You make me feel like the luckiest bloke in the world. Almost like I won the jackpot on a Scratchy." He smirked, giving me a small chuckle followed by another peck on the lips.

I smiled, laughing "You're ridiculous. And we call them scratch-offs." I said jokingly.

He playfully held his chest as if he were offended, "Hey, I'm an Australian. We say things less complicated than you guys do here."

I playfully rolled my eyes again, "Whatever, Hugh Ackerman."

His face erupted into laughter, "Let's have a cuddle and get some sleep, love." He said softly while pulling me into his arms.

[n-i-m-u-e]

What if Rhaenyra had taken over the raising of her siblings

I'm going to write more detailed posts on each of these heds eventually (and possibly add more heds here)

Maybe I'm looking in the wrong area or missing something... But I'm surprised that there's almost no discussion of what would happen if Rhaenyra took over raising her younger siblings. I found literally ONE (1) fic about this and it`s shame! For example, if Alicent died giving birth to Daeron (yes, I'm willing to sacrifice her for that). And Rhaenyra, who shortly afterwards welcomed her first child and felt that incredible overwhelming rush of oxytocin love for Jace, couldn't stand looking at her dear friend's baby childrens (and to a lesser extent her younger siblings) who were left alone . It was obvious that Viserys was still Viserys and didn't really care for them. So Rhaenyra asked her father for permission to raise Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and the newborn Daeron alongside Jace and her future children. Sorry, but I'm just in love with this idea: Alicent's children receive the same amount of care, unconditional parental love and acceptance from their older sister as Rhaenyra's children (!!!)

Aegon grows quite calmly without greens pressure. He has plenty of attention but also a lot of freedom and, accordingly, doesn't try to drown out his anxiety about unwanted responsibility with alcohol and sex from a young age. But even when his adolescent interest in these things manifested itself, it is hard to imagine that his foster mother, represented by Rhaenyra, would have condemned or tabooed it. Most likely, she simply kept it under control and sent Laenor or even Harwin bc girl can dream to talk him about the birds and the bees

Helaena's prophecies will be heard. Rhaenyra spends quite a lot of time with her little sister. Because as much as she adores all her boys, it's the baby girl (long-cherished dream) who fascinates her the most way. Everyone around says that the child acts strangely for her age, but Rhaenyra doesn't see anything too disturbing in her behavior. Over time, she begins to pay more attention to what Helaena saying, and at some point she remembers Daenys the Dreamer

Aegon can make really funny and inoffensive jokes. One time at dinner, he decided to make a joke about Aemond's dragonless, and Rhaenyra looked at him with suuuuuch disappointment, that he never wanted to be the cause of her look 'like this` again

So yes, the boys never bullied Aemond because he didn't have a dragon. But Rhaenyra, who realised his need very well, supported the desire to get one. Perhaps at some point she told the family that she and Aemond would be away for a while and took him on Cyrax's back to Dragonstone, where they stayed for several weeks. But when they finally returned to the capital, Aemond was riding Vermitor.

Aegon and Helaena were not engaged and didn't get into an unhappy marriage later.

Daeron is definitely staying in King's Landing. Because there is no way Otto would have any leverage! But the main motive for Rhaenyra was the inadmissibility of the little boy being cut off from his home, and heritage. And most importantly, Daeron and Jace grew up practically like twins and could not bear to be separated even for a short time.

Aemond is this one, who is most outraged about the rumors about the ancestry of her older sister's children and takes it as a personal attack. Because… because he has very personal reasons!

At Laena's funeral, Helaena approaches her grieving cousins and hugs them one by one, and then says something to Rhaena something about ‘the morning will fix a lot of things’. No one understood at the time, but the orphaned girls were visibly comforted, and for the first time in her life, Helaena Targaryen had friends.

Aegon was going through a phase of severe pre-pubescent crash in Rhaenyra and for several months in a row he tried to challenge Laenor to a ‘death duel’ to ‘free his sister from the chains of marriage’. A few years later, when Laenor ‘died’, it was Aegon who took it the hardest of all the children.

Aemond has the better (perfect) Valyrian pronunciation and two eyes:)

to be continued...

my apologise for any mistakes, english is not my native language and I typed this in a rush at my office instead of the royalty report

[kriscommitscrimes]

IN-DEPTH CHARACTER ANALYSIS OF KRIS(MAS) DREEMURR

Hello! I've wanted to make this post for a WHILE now, since Kris is my favourite character ever, and I LOVE analyzing characters!!

Anyway before I start just remember that people consume media differently, and this is just what I've personally picked up on. You may interpret certain points I make differently to me, and that's ok! I'm just sharing MY analysis of Kris, at the end of the day, they're a character who has never spoken any dialogue that's visible to us, so their intentions behind certain things could be interpreted differently depending on who's consuming the media.

Kris will be EXCLUSIVELY referred to by they/them (they/them/themself specifically) pronouns throughout this post. If you refer to them as anything other than they/them while interacting with this post I'm gonna block you on the spot sorry.

ANALYSIS BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S LONG!!! TW there's probably some swearing I can't remember

By the way, I'm not including any screenshots because I. forgot to take them last time I played through Deltarune, but the next time that I do, I'm going to make like a revamped version of this post with screenshots. Sorry about that!!

Kris is their own, separate character from the player. This is a no-brainer if you've actually played through Deltarune and paid the slightest bit of attention to it. Kris is their own, separate character with a VERY distinct, interesting personality, who had a life before the events of Deltarune, and even still has control over some things that they say and do while in our control.

Kris isn't actually a quiet person. Kris, in reality, is an overdramatic, sassy, talkative person who often draws attention to themself by scaring people (especially Noelle), and causing scenes. They CONSTANTLY play mean spirited pranks on Noelle or pressure her into things (I'm NOT talking about Snowgrave, I'll get to thar later), like shaking the ferris wheel carriage despite Noelle being scared of heights, and telling her that ICE-E is real and eats kids. They still do this during the events for Deltarune, like if you go against Noelle's wishes and pet the cheese, Kris strokes it like a cat, and if you give Noelle a healing item called a Choco Diamond, she says something along the lines of 'Umm, it's ok, Kris, I'll share', and both of them get healed. We don't choose for Kris to force Noelle to share, that's a decision they make. As for drawing attention to themself, the first thing that comes to mind is they falling to the ground and sulking when they're too short and weak to play Queen's arcade machine, or them barking at Noelle when she offers them a dog treat. They're loud and impulsive, shown when they eat the pie at the end of chapter one, repeatedly kicking the robot in the basement when nothing happens originally before the Sneo fight, eating all of the chocolate Undyne gives them to give to Alphys if you interact with the box, and screaming that they're normal if you call Toriel after watching her conversation with Alphys at the start of chapter two. Speaking of which...

Kris seems to have identity issues. This is one of the things here that everyone in the fandom is kind of already aware of, but this is a full character analysis, so it's still important to mention. Kris is the only human in Hometown, but desperately wants to be perceived as normal. They scream it at Toriel like I mentioned earlier, they wore a headband with red horns on it when they were little to look more like a boss monster, and they seem actively disgusting or even frightened by other humans. They also seem to be living in their brother's shadow a bit, which may be why they like drawing attention to themself. Everything I've said about their personality seems to be a little on the negative side so far, but everyone in Hometown knows their name, and seems to quite like them, so why is this? Well...

Kris is charming, well-spoken, and funny. They're a prankster known for pulling mean-spirited pranks on people, but even still characters like Noelle look back at those things fondly, and everyone in Hometown seems to like spending time with Kris. Kris' flirting abilities are pretty obvious, and are used to win over loads of Darkners, not to mention their ability to formulate a compelling speech on the spot, as shown during the first Queen battle when toasting to her. They easily win people over, especially if they like a person, I mean, they became best friends with their former bully in a DAY! A DAY!!! People seem to find them just genuinely fun to hang around, probably due to them just being a funny, charming, somewhat balls of the walls kinda person.

Kris is NOT evil or malicious. This is one of the most important points I've wanted to make on this post. I've seen the theory that Kris is evil because they don't actively do anything to prevent Snowgrave from happening tossed around and I'm here to say that that is actually fucking stupid sorry. Normally I HATE being mean about people's theories because, like I said, everyone consumes media differently, but that one is just genuinely terrible. I'd say it's WAY more likely that as Noelle gets strong, out control over Kris becomes stronger. Normally, when we choose an option to make Kris say or do something, they ELABORATE on that, which is confirmed by how characters interact with them. We just can't see them speaking to give the illusion that they're a blank slate, under our full control. But, during Snowgrave, they just say EXACTLY what you tell them to say. If you tell them to say 'We're something else', they just say 'We're something else'. If you tell them to say 'Proceed', they just say 'Proceed'. Sure, you could put this towards them not caring, but after Berdly is frozen and you reunite with Ralsei and Susie, both of them say that Kris looks HURT. And later on, they REFUSE to go and see Noelle in her room. The refuse to THINK about it. They're not happy with what happened. They didn't want to go around freezing people. But the one thing that Really stood out to me, was during the Snowgrave Spamton Neo fight. Near the end, you have the option to call Ralsei and Susie for help, which prompts the flavour text; 'Kris called for Susie and Ralsei... But nobody came'. After that, you have to call Noelle for help to finish the battle, which prompts the dialogue; 'You called for Noelle'. Spamton states that Kris could barely whisper her name. They're trying to stop you from calling for her. Those aren't their words. I think that kind of confirms that they didn't want Snowgrave to happen. Kris is just a funny teenager with identity issues, they're not evil. Sorry evil Kris fans.

Kris probably isn't the Roaring Knight. They're A knight, but not THE knight. So far, they don't REALLY have any motivation for opening the first two fountains that I'm aware of, and I doubt they knew they could open a fountain until Queen's speech at the end of Chapter 2. At the end of Chapter 2, however, they do seem to have a motivation to open a fountain. They (presumably) slash Toriel's tyres to stop her from leaving the house to go and get flour. They want her to see the Dark World. And if you choose the option to talk to Undyne about the Dark World, Kris explains it to her in FULL DETAIL, but she brushes it off as a joke. Toriel finding her tyres slashed leads her to call the guards, and Kris leaves the door of the house wide open. They want Undyne to see the Dark World, I don't know WHY, but they do for some reason. But I REALLY doubt they're the Roaring Knight, they just don't have the motivation, and if it is them, it would be really weird for Toby to reveal that so early. I really doubt that kid wants to bring on the end of the world.

That's all I have for now!! Expect a more fleshed out version of this next time I play Deltarune with screenshots and such, though I may wait until chapter 3 and 4 come out! Thanks for reading!

[crownmemes]

Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for muses that don't feel so great, and for muses trying to take care of another. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How bad can it be?"

"Getting stabbed is very demotivating."

"Sorry to miss our meeting, but I was a little busy getting shot."

"I think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress."

"I believe I've got a bullet in my arm."

"Listen, you're making terrible decisions right now because you're not thinking clearly!"

"You were about to make a medical comment?"

"Whatever is causing this, I think it needs immediate attention."

"Hang in there. I'm not going to let you die."

"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought it might be."

"I have no desire to damage my brain."

"That's going to leave a nasty scar."

"I don't think you ever get over something like that. It becomes a part of who you are."

"Your hand was shaking. That's not nothing."

"You look like you've paid a visit to the Devil himself."

"You don't look so good."

"I thought for sure you were dead."

"You've stitched yourself up before, I take it?"

"At a time like this, curiously, you begin to think of the things you regret or the things you might miss."

"Do you have any idea what you've been through?"

"How are you coping?"

"Talking doesn't cure anything."

"Where did you get those cuts?"

"Say something reassuring?"

"I'm concerned why you came back to work three months early."

"Why are men such babies when they get sick or injured?"

"I wake up sometimes and I think to myself 'how the hell am I still alive'."

"I've got three separate medical reports that all state you're physically and mentally unfit to work."

"Are you crazy? I just pulled a bullet out of you!"

"I'm taking you to a hospital. No arguments."

"You need to lie down."

"Do you feel strong enough to move out?"

"When I woke up, I was covered in blood."

"Guess what? It seems as though I've been in some sort of accident!"

"The doctor says you have a mild concussion."

"Doing okay? We're almost there."

"I know I'm not well, but I'm alright."

"Is this as bad as it seems?"

"Just so you know, the doctor said that kissing will speedrun my recovery."

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"I am calling an ambulance for you!"

"Here, this should help with the swelling."

"If I could get up, I'd kick your ass."

"No doctor in his right mind is going to sign you out!"

"I am perfectly capable of walking on my own!"

[bonkwosher]

OMGOMGOMG… i saw your dan stevens character x reader post and i’m literally the happiest person alive over how accurate they are 😭😭💖💖 if you don’t mind me requesting (holding back sending so many requests in the future): how would frank/trapper/david react to a partner with stuffed animals/plushies? (as somebody who has a bunch of sanrio ones and kinda gets clowned on by some family members for it 😭) 🥺 + maybe what stuffed animals they’d give to their partner as a gift? THIS ONES SO SPECIFIC BUT 😭💖

A/N: I'm so incredibly glad someone enjoyed my headcanons that much. Also, please send me a million requests it would make me so happy (no pressure). Also Also, I loved reading your reaction through hashtags in your reblog lol

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate)

Contains: The boys reacting to the reader having stuffed animals, the boys giving you stuffed animals, sex mentioned with Frank but barely, Frank being a dork, Trapper being a sweetheart, David being a good listener

Frank:

I have a feeling Frank might be a little weirded out, for lack of a better word, at first, especially if there are a lot of them. If you've got a couple he'll be fine with it but if there's a bunch he'll just be a little confused as to why they're important at first. Like this man can't grasp why you have an attachment to them.

As you spend more time together he'll pretty easily get used to them. If they have names he will only refer to them by name, he won't call them stuffed animals, plushies, stuffies, etc. He becomes like the dad that didn't want a pet, then cut to the dad absolutely loving the pet but never admitting it.

Like you two go to sit on the couch together to watch a movie & you left a stuffie on the couch & he fully treats it like a human. Like he nods at the little guy & goes "Gerald," in greeting before scooting the plushie to the side of the couch.

If you store a bunch of them on your bed, he definitely refers to them as "the fellas" regardless of their genders if they have any. Like he'll climb into your bed getting ready to cuddle you & acknowledges them saying, "What's up fellas?" Mainly because it makes you laugh.

He definitely does not like them facing you two when you're having sex or making out. He will turn them to face the wall one by one if he has to.

After finding out that you like plushies so much I think Frank would be the kind of guy to buy you one before he goes on long heists. He did it once & that made you smile so he kept doing it. The first time he brought you a little one, a white cat with yellow spots.

"You know, I'll be on a business trip the next couple days & I thought this one looked like me so I thought it would be a good idea. Now you don't have to miss me or whatever."

You definitely agreed that it looked like him. The little cat had a scowl & everything.

Trapper:

Trapper probably has an old stuffed animal from his childhood that's being held together by many different stitches & still sits on his bed to this day. So when you tell him you have stuffed animals he's not even phased, actually, he shows interest in them.

He wants to know their names, & if they don't have names he wants to name them.

There was a time when you & Trapper had gotten into an argument & he gave you some time to cool down & he stayed in the bedroom. The door was left ajar & you heard some quiet talking. After getting the right angle you manage to catch the man talking to your pile of stuffed animals that lived in the corner of the bed about how sorry he was & how he didn't mean to upset you.

As you watch your hand accidentally knocks the door a little causing it to squeak on its hinges. Trapper immediately turns to you, his face flushing when he realizes you were there. "I'm sorry, your stuffed animals are just really good listeners."

If any of your stuffies get ripped or you find a hole in one you better believe he goes full vet mode. He's had to do stitches before so sewing is nothing. He will play hard into the vet thing to make you laugh, especially if your stuffed animal getting ripped is a big deal for you. He'll whip out a stethoscope, wrap the limb that got ripped in some paw print bandages, etc. He also loves any praise about him being good at his job so please give him some.

I feel like Trapper's stuffie gifts would come with a story. Like the day he took out King Kong's tooth he probably got you a King Kong stuffie & told you all about it. Now next to whatever stuffed animals you have you have all the titans of the world (at least the ones he's worked on) in plushie form.

David:

David, like Frank, will probably have a little bit of a tough time gathering what makes them so special to you but he would probably just straight up ask you. David loves listening to you talk about just about anything, especially when it's something you care about. So when you tell them why they mean so much to you, it only brings him joy.

I imagine before you were even partners & he was heading off to the army (He would not have left if he had the guts to ask you out), you gave him a small stuffed animal to remember you by. As he was getting ready to go & everyone got a little teary-eyed, he swore to you that he would keep that little stuffie until he saw you again. That little guy survived a war & when David returned, you best bet that little guy was alive & well in his backpack. He stays with him in that big ass green backpack to this day.

Whenever you're away on business or don't get home till late, you'll arrive home to see David cuddling one of your stuffies to help him sleep. He claims it has the slightest smell of your perfume/cologne/etc & it reminds him of you.

If the collection grows past space on your bed for all the stuffies, David will build you a shelf for them. You won't even ask him to. He'll just see that you have space in your room for a shelf, you'll off-handedly mention you're running out of space on your bed for the stuffies, then he'll put two & two together & build you that thing. An added bonus, he'll probably be in a tank top or some shirt that shows off his arms on the hot summer day he decides to build it. Maybe even shirtless.

I feel like David wouldn't get you any specific stuffed animals. He would just wait for you to mention the ones you want, literally run across town to get it for you, then run back & it appears in your flock of stuffed animals the next day.

[metatronhateblog]

As you all know by now

Metatron is sus af. And if you haven't noticed, or you live under a rock (no judgement here) I'm here to add some interesting things I have noticed as someone so obsessed with this show I can only see in the colors and outlines of Good Omens at any given moment.

Fair warning, the only theories or analysies I see are sent to me by my sister, or appear on my dash (and I don't follow many Good Omens blogs that theorize.) So if any of this has been stated or pointed out before, apologies. I'm trapped in tunnel vision mixed with an aching brain.

This one's a doozy and a conglomeration of stuff that I have noticed that I'm not sure actually hold any significance so hang in there, it's worth it.

SO. Let's dive in.

First things first, lots of different theories going around, not sure I believe a lot of them but am fully willing to indulge, and admire the effort people put it. I'm not a huge fan of the 'Metatron poisoned Aziraphale theory' but I have a feeling this post might possibly give those girlies a little 'W.' We'll see, I have various points to touch on.

Something fucked is going on with Metatron. For starters it's very uncomfortable to me, and hits very strangely that no one recognizes him (except Crowley.) Which is so strange because we previously see Michael, Uriel, Gabriel, and Saraqael all in a meeting with the Metratron about....oh maybe ten minutes prior, not to mention Muriel and Crowley were there witnessing it also??? Hello? Why does only Crowley recognize this person that this group of people have seen (Saraqael and Muriel only moments before at the same time as Crowley.)

So how come Crowley is the only one who recognized him??? Sus to me. Any thoughts as to why cause I have none....

But then things to me seem to get a little weirder. I enjoy playing with audio, cutting out background audio and emphasizing little things that might sounds strange to me. And I went through checking all of episode 6 for any weirdly placed miracle noises or waving of hands, and I came up with three things (one of them was actually from episode 5 though).

1.) There's a miracle noise after Aziraphale asks Metatron what they'll be doing in heaven and Metatron responds with 'It's something we call the Second Coming.' This one, with a lot of back tracking and examining other scenes, I've come to the conclusion is simply the elevator being summoned, though I do find it strange to hear the noise yet not see that miracle happen.

2.) In episode 5, during The Ball ™️, Maggie walks up to Nina who is sitting in a chair and offers a hand to dance. Aziraphale, my beloved, is watching so happily and excitedly from the side while holding a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Right when Nina grabs Maggie's hand there's a miracle noise. I'm not sure if it's part of the overall thing Aziraphale has cast over the bookshop, or if it's him from the side and we once again don't see it...(which feels weird) but it's there. And if it is because of the overall miracle cast over the shop then why don't we hear that sound every time something happens that is effected by said miracle. Something is weird about that one to me, but that's not Metatron related sorry. (Here's a screenshot from the exact moment if anyone is wanting to go looking for it.)

And 3.) My big one. This noise is...so unsettling to me. The first time I heard it I flinched. I still cannot figure out if it's part of the soundtrack or if it is a separate noise that segues into the soundtrack or not. But this one. So when Metatron originally enters the bookshop there is obviously a commotion and then once he gets everyone to leave, he looks at Aziraphale and tells him he wants to speak with him or have 'a chinwag' (weirdly Earth term if you ask me) and then offers Aziraphale a coffee who then takes it and sips it blah blah blah we all know that part. But then Metatron says something...weirder. He mentions that he's also consumed things before...which...makes something about him feel all the weirder. He then again asks Aziraphale to chat with him. Aziraphale hesitates and looks to Crowley who is lounging behind him who tells him to go ahead because the 'day can't get any weirder.'

Immediately following that is where I am horribly sus. Aziraphale looks at Metatron who gives him this kind smile and ushers him forward, and once Aziraphale can't see them anymore, Metatron turns a glare onto Crowley, who I'm not sure if we see him acknowledge this sudden cold change.

But that's not the sus part. In my opinion the sus part is the audio. THE MOMENT his demeanor changes to glare at Crowley. We get this little....noise that sounds like a deep kinda dark little twinkle of some sort (and holy shit I'm screaming over this noise because upon checking the official soundtrack the noise is not there) that sounds like magic is happening. And it just. I have listened to the dark way the soundtrack picks up and listened to it through over and over searching for any more signs of that out of place noise and I CAN'T FIND IT. So because I care deeply and am not going to make you people go hunting for this one, I have a screen recording of the audio clip. I kinda took the audio of an actual miracle noise first (I was using it as my reference) and then all the audio surrounding that noise and reduced it, but kept that noise kinda emphasized by not touching it at all. (My apologies now because my editing audio isn't the greatest, I'm no professional, and I did get the first notes of the soundtrack starting in there too.)

HOLY SHIT????? HELLO???? What was that dark little sound there??? I don't know if anyone else has pointed it out but if you have you're amazing and I love you.

BUT WHAT THE FUCK???? I'm sitting here trying to figure out what that strange little audio blip is right there because if I'm correct and when Metatron tells Aziraphale 'the Second Coming' followed by the miracle noise I believe to be summoning the elevator???? Then what is that sinister little???? Almost miracle sounding noise there???? My goodness.

That being said, I did check through the audio in other places, trying to listen real close (and if anyone else is good with audio and can actually find it, then please share I wanna know) and I heard no miracle noises during their kiss scene or when Crowley gets in the Bentley and the Nightingale starts playing. (Disclaimer that could just be because of my hearing loss, so if it is there and you can isolate it, I'd love to hear.) I tried, I searched endlessly to try and help you guys with your theories but I found nothing. I will say though, a bell tolls very frequently in the show when something significant happens and there's a bell toll right as our beloved angelic beings pull away from their kiss.

Now that I've pointed out the strange little audio things I personally have noticed, I want to move on to more colloquial audio and less background noises.

I wanna talk more along the lines of this post by @meatballlady (sorry for tagging you I wanted to give you credit where it's due.)

After seeing this post and doing a rewatch of the show, I have been working more at trying not to make assumptions and trying to think of the ways different things can be taken.

Well the Metatron says something that I think maybe we should focus more on the different things if could mean???

This thing is said (i believe during Aziraphale's retelling of what the Metatron said to him) but also right after another one of those moments of misinterpreting the meaning of what someone's being said. This happens after Muriel interprets Crowley's 'Us time' to include them.

The line I'm thinking of here is

"I've been idling back on a number of your...previous exploits, and I've seen that in quite a few of them you've formed a de facto partnership with the Demon Crowley. Now if you wanted to work with him again, that might be considered irregular, but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend...Crowley...to full angelic status."

Holy shit there's a lot to unpack in that, both for Aziraphale and us. this whole thing could be interpreted multiple ways, I think, and that's why I've included this whole quote rather than just the specific line. It's a lot said in one go with multiple things that are....worded interesting. For a start.

Exploits -

Several different meanings both in the words form as a verb and a noun, and Metatron puts an emphasis on 'previous exploits.' So how is he using the word? Noun meaning bold and daring? Probably not a software tool. What about a verb? 'derive benefit from' is an interesting way to put it. 'Use a situation or person in an unfair or selfish way.' There's plenty of options here. And to say that he is using one specific meaning of the word would be assuming that you know for sure what he's saying. And when it comes down to it, we don't. After all doesn't this season play a lot with the misinterpreting of what someone is saying?

Let's continue.

de facto partnership - is technically an informal arrangement generally for business, formed by two or more parties.

Which is cool, but that's not the emphasized word here. The word Metatron seems to hang on is 'partnership.'

Partnership -

At this point it feels like an almost sterile way to talk about their very clear relationship together. But strange that he hesitates on the word.

The thing I really wanna talk about is

"...restore your friend...Crowley...to full angelic status."

Restore -

Now everyone, Aziraphale included seemed to interpret this as 'reinstate' your friend Crowley. And again it would be very presumptuous to think that it could ONLY mean giving Crowley a position in Heaven next to Aziraphale.

One of those meanings in there says something along the lines of 'to return it to its original condition.' And we all immediately go 'well that would be an angel of course.' But we forget to take the time to realize that...as an angel, Crowley wasn't a demon. He didn't have all the memories and experiences as such. In fact, it feels hinted at throughout this season that Crowley doesn't have all his memory from his time as an angel. And who's to say that if he was restored to angelic status that wouldn't mean wiping him of his memory of his time on Earth? Who's to say that the Metatron isn't implying here that this is another way to make Aziraphale compliant while also keeping him separated from Crowley.

We all know as a team those two will 'raise Earth' for lack of a better term against Heaven and Hell to prevent Armageddon. They are their own side. And I think Metatron knows he has no chance of the Second Coming if those two are still working together.

Who's to say that Metatron wouldn't put limitations or a status quo on the allowances of Crowley returning to Heaven. He can't ensure that Crowley wouldn't cause problems, he can't ensure his trust.

Sorry if all of this has already been said and pointed out, but I personally haven't seen any of it and needed to get it off my chest before I exploded.

[the-indigo-symphony]

Heya! I saw your& post on fusion, and I have to admit it was pretty eye-opening? Talk about fusion has always made me nervous, because I deeply associate it with pluralmisia. If you& don't want to deal with some fairly intrusive, kinda shithead questions and a bad take, please ignore/delete this ask- I don't know where else to look for answers, but I know you& probably hear this crap several times a week.

When you say you're 'both' still here, how do you mean? My association with fusion is still very "all parties involved no longer exist in any meaningful way and something new has been created in their place", and even though I would never accuse anyone that bc I know my experience is not universal, that's always kind of in the back of my mind when someone talks about it. And I know you& compared this to the transphobic equivalent, but I can't really wrap my head around the equivalency. I'm trans (and plural), if it helps.

It's alright, I'm fine with elaborating

So, it's not that our past selves have been "destroyed"; the previously separate parties are not "gone in any meaningful way". It's not like cutting up two pieces of paper to make a new craft. Rather, it's like melting down two crayons to make a new one with a combined color. Yeah, the distinct, individual identities of "yellow" and "blue" are gone, but no wax was lost in the creation of this new green crayon.

I think I'm/We're a very clear example of this, since we used to be fragments – the two (maybe three now) of us, back when we were separate, had specific things we could offer the other if we fused. One of us had a strong presence and "will" (idk how to describe it, sorry), but no steady identity, while the other had an identity, but no will beyond that. Now that we've fused, we have both a will and sense of steady identity. What we're looking for in the future is something to tie us together further; someone who can provide more personality to round us out. We feel much more like an actual person now than we did before, and even in internal appearance, we look like a combination of both the fragments we were before.

I am Sanae, I am the nameless fragment, I am both and both are me. They're not gone; we're both here, just as one. We weighed the loss of individual identity against what we stood to gain from fusion, and determined that there were far more pros than cons to the idea. We also considered fusing with another headmate, Mel, but there wouldn't have been as much to gain from merging together, and even if he wouldn't have been "gone", it would have brought us distress to not have him as a separate being we can interact with and depend on, so we decided not to.

I compared anti-fusion views to the transphobic view on transitioning because there are a lot of parallels to us. Our internal body has changed and we're a lot happier now, whereas before, what we lacked made us feel hollow and distressed. It's similar to how HRT can help with gender dysphoria. Moreover, people liken fusion/transition to murder a lot, but no one's dying – we're different now, but no one was sacrificed to make us this way. Someone who is post-transition is no more "dead" than either of us are, but because of this large change in identity, appearance, etc., people like to treat us as if we are. Our past selves are not murdered – not in a trans context, and not in a plural context. We're just different.

It's true that forced fusion usually comes from pluralphobia, whether that's internalized from the plural in question or from others pressuring them into it. But this isn't the same as purposeful fusion done with full consent, desire, and understanding. In these instances, it's much more like if you forced someone to medically transition (which it should be noted actually happens to some people, namely intersex people) – it usually causes distress, if not over who they are and what they look like, then over the loss of autonomy and choice. Forced fusion and forced transition come from a place of wanting to make those that fall outside the norm as close as possible to the norm, no matter what pain this causes the patient/person – this is why such things might be likened to/called death or mutilation, as it is "killing" one's natural selves/body/deviance from the norm through violence. Those who have gone through forced fusion have a right to express their feelings of losing their individual identities as their selves being "killed", even if they're technically still around. But this is very different from transition or fusion done with full understanding of the process, acceptance of possible downsides, and with the expectation of an improved quality of life. We have not gone through any violence to become who we are now. We have autonomy and are exercising it freely by choosing exactly how we will ease our suffering and make our life better. No one was forced into anything.

Unintentional fusion is a wild card in how it effects people, but I don't feel qualified to speak on that. What I will say is that it rubs me the wrong way to call fusion murder in part due to how unintentional fusion can cause distress. You're going to look at someone grieving who they were before and essentially accuse them of manslaughter?

I hope this helps you understand. Also, I think you're overestimating the amount of comments and asks we get, haha! We're not that popular – not on this blog, at least

[sagemoderocklee]

The WiP Folder Game

Got tagged by the wonderful @roarshackle and the amazing @aleksandracoffan (who tagged @puregaalee but i don’t usually post about my wips there so just combining here) for this game.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

SO. listing every. single. thing in my WiPs folder.... I'm sorry in advance this is just... ridiculously long because I'm terrible at getting things done quickly. Thankfully it's just what's in my WiPs FOLDER and not in the ideas doc, but this shit still kinda wild

Gonna separate these out by WiPs that are posted and WiPs that have yet to see the light of day. Excluding WiPs that have more than one chapter up cause this already over the top, but I will not be including Heartbreak Curses in this despite that being one chapter since that's the forever unfinished HP AU and I don't wanna be talkin bout that (maybe someday I can adapt it into something that isn't HP but for now it is what it is).

This is only Naruto/GaaLee since it's the only fandom I'm active in anymore, so fandom isn't listed.

WiPs under the cut:

Currently Posting (One Chapter Up):

The Allied Nations Saga: Honor Bound

Blood on the Branches

The Cost of Silk

The Eagle's Augury

Fill in the [____]

Koshu

The Passing of Things

We Need Not Be Yellow Tulips in a Garden of Gardenia, Yet We Go the Way of the Red Camellia

Unposted:

A Cat's Guide to Finding Love

A Day Like Any Other

The Allied Nations Saga: Secret Liaisons

The Allied Nations Saga: Fidelity

The Beautiful Beast of Cāngdì

Driven By You

Final Bow

Home With You

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Kenshin

Plucked Peony Petals

Say My Name (working title)

Scarification

Secrets of the Daimyo: Sigilism

To Live a Life Belovéd

Unnamed Horror Story, formerly BotB

Who Wants to Live Forever (not the title)

Non-obligatory tags: I feel like most people I'd tag have probably already been tagged, but just in case @ghoste-catte @ghost-in-the-stalls @urieskooki @shukakumoodboard and anyone else who wants to do it!

[siriuslysatorusimping]

*Excerpt* Built to Break (Gojo Satoru AU)

I'm finally doing it. I'm finally posting some excerpts of the Hot Neighbor/Exes AU. It's gonna be angstier than I had originally intended. But it's not exactly gonna be angst caused by Gojo 🙃

This fucker has been haunting my WIPs for months, and I'm still nowhere near done with it, BUT HERE WE ARE.

Built to Break

They’d gone their separate ways the day after his Master’s graduation. She’d had more schooling to do, and he was on to bigger and better things as well. Long distance never would have worked. Their relationship was never meant to go further than casual, anyway.

He wasn’t the type.

Which was why, when he’d given her an almost guilty smile the day after the ceremony for his second degree, she said what she knew he’d been thinking: “It’s best if we part here, yeah?”

His answering nod had been accompanied by a sweet smile before he’d given her a final, very not sweet kiss.

They had kept in contact for a while after that, though. Texting the occasional update here and there. They’d been friends before they dated, and the plan had always been to shift right back into that friendship eventually.

But it was only natural for them to drift apart when they lived such different lives.

“You look great,” he said now, rubbing the back of his neck.

She snorted, knowing he was lying. She looked like hell after having been up all night.

“Thanks,” she replied drily, watching him grimace. “So do you.”

Now that wasn’t a lie. Still as attractive as he always had been. Maybe more attractive now, actually.

“What makes you think I’m interested in being your last choice?” Rinko asked, stepping into the hallway and heading toward her door as she held the phone to her ear. “I’m not surprised you’re still single. Is this always how you ask someone out?”

“So sorry I didn’t buy you flowers and get down on one knee,” Nanami deadpanned. “You know what I meant.”

“That your plus one fell through, and you were hoping-”

Her voice cut off when she rounded the corner, seeing Gojo struggling to open his front door without being able to see the lock around the woman he had pressed against it. His head lifted from her neck upon hearing Rinko’s voice, and they both turned to stare at her as she blinked stupidly before an awkward laugh broke free.

“Shit,” she gasped when the woman yelped and hid her face in Gojo’s chest. Rinko slapped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence the giggles. “Sorry. Please, go about your- business. Don’t mind me-”

“Kurisaki!” Nanami’s voice pulled her attention back to her phone, his tone telling her his eyes were narrowing. “Don’t fucking ignore me.”

He sighed, his eyes narrowing over her shoulder.

“Of all people-”

“Is that Nanamin?” Gojo’s voice asked cheerfully. “I’m hurt that you wouldn’t tell me you’re in town!”

His arm was wrapped loosely around a woman’s waist. One of Jin’s many cousins, if she remembered correctly.

“Because I’m not here for you,” Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I have enough of a headache-”

“Don’t be like that, Nanamin,” Gojo pouted, his eyes moving to Rinko. “He’s still so mean to me, Rinko-chan.”

“What are you doing here?” Nanami asked. “How do you know-”

“Jin’s my cousin,” the woman beside Gojo interjected, rolling her eyes. “Satoru was kind enough to be my date. Shimura Kaya, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he replied. “Nanami Kento-”

“The detective,” Kaya said, her eyes lighting up. “I hear you and Jin are a pretty big deal after you caught-”

“Not really,” Nanami cut her off, his eyes shooting to Rinko’s face. “It was just part of the job.”

The scream ripped from her throat, strangled and terrified as she shot straight up, her hands shaking as they went to her stomach.

Blinking into the darkness, she felt the panic still rising in her chest as she looked around her room.

Safe. She was safe.

Taking a deep breath, she threw the blankets away and pushed herself to her feet.

Moving into her living room, she turned the TV on before getting herself a glass of water. Chugging it, she refilled it while she searched her medicine cabinet.

There were sleeping pills somewhere around here.

Her phone ringing made her jump, a quiet yelp falling from her lips as the glass almost slipped from her fingers. Placing it down, she saw Gojo’s name pop up on her phone screen. Silencing it, she continued her search for the sleeping pills, letting out a quiet cry of triumph when she located them.

-

Thoughts on the lil blurbs?? Rinko has some serious PTSD in this one... 👀👀

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Second Chance Chapter 2(ish)

I am going to be posting two versions of this chapter, one that's a little heavier and warrants the following content warnings: violence, sexual assault, and attempted rape. (I'm aware these terms are typically used interchangeably, but they generally do have different definitions. For more info check out rainn.org) It's a cold open so take that as your one and only warning. Here is the alternate version.

Roman's heart pounded in his chest as the stranger pressed him into the corner of the stall beside the toilet. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep his arms between the two of them, trying to keep the groping hands at bay. Wetness ran across his cheek as the pressed a sloppy kiss on his face. He folded, crying out in terror, when the hands gave up on trying to pry his arms away and instead grabbed the front of his pants. His head bounced off the stall wall as the man shouldered him in the chest, trying to get at his body.  

"No!" He wailed as a hand breached his clothes and would have melted, sobbing, to the floor if not for the leg between his knees, keeping him pinned to the wall. He writhed, too panicked to think clearly as the hands slid around his hips pushing his jeans down. He tried to make a grab for the material, but the man grabbed his wrists and pinned him fully to wall. Roman screamed for help when the man pushed hard into his neck, nipping him and slobbering on him in a ruthless eagerness to have his way with him. Roman tried to push back, tried to pull his arms free, but his desperation only seemed to fuel the attacker, who trusted forward with his hips. Roman threw his head back and screamed, trying to push away from the man, but there was nowhere to go. No escape from the moans and pressure and the wandering mouth and hands.  

All at once, the pressure was gone and the attacker let out a surprised swear. Roman  opened his eyes and the man was on the floor, shaking his head and trying to get up, Janus kicked him hard in the chest the grabbed Roman by the wrist.  

"C'mon let's go!"  

He stumbled as the man caught his ankle, but Janus kicked him again and Roman was able to break free.  

"Go, go, go!" Janus urged as pushed him through the door. "It's alright, babe, just keep moving. We're almost there." He ducked under Roman's arm and tucked an arm around his  waist as he guided him out of the building that seemed so much louder than it had before he went and hid. "I'm gonna get us out of here. Just hang on."  

Roman blinked and they were in the car, already on the road. Janus was still holding his hand.  

He glanced over. "Are you alright?"  

Roman nodded. 

"Honey, are you hurt? Do we need to go to the ER?"  

Roman shook his head. "I'm okay," he sniffed. 

"Alright," Janus let out a relieved breath. "Okay. I'm taking you home, okay? You can stay with me." 

"Thanks, Janus," he croaked. 

"Of course. Everything's gonna be okay, sweetheart, I'm gonna take care of you." 

Roman blinked again and this time he was in Janus's bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. 

"Welcome back," Janus said kindly. He crouched in front of Roman and pressed a cool, damp cloth to his face. "How are you feeling?"  

"What happened?"  

"You zoned out really hard." 

Roman shook his head. "How long have we been here?"  

"Just a few minutes. You have a bit of split lip. Do you know when that happened?" 

Roman nodded. "Tyler hit me when I tried to get him to help me with the other guy."  

Janus's face fell. "Has he ever done that before?"  

"Sometimes. When he's drunk.". 

"Honey..."  

"It's not that bad," Roman argued. "It's not a often and u-usually it's only once."  

"Does Remus know?"  

Roman dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and shook his head.  

"No, of course not. Remus would have put him on a milk carton," Janus muttered. "Oh, sweetheart..."  

"It was my own fault anyway-"  

"No," Janus cut in firmly, causing Roman to flinch, reminding him of why they had gone their separate ways. "I'm sorry," he said in softer tone, his chest ached to see his one-time partner in such a vulnerable state. "I didn't mean to snap. That always was my problem with you though, wasn't it?" He stroked Roman's hair. "Always snapping back or being harsh or critical. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I was wrong and he was wrong. Darling, nothing you could have ever done would warrant violence of any kind." 

Roman shook his head. "It wasn't like that," he croaked, verging on tears again. "He wasn't abusive."  

Janus sighed. "That doesn't make what he did okay," he said instead of pushing the argument. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm not asking this to be blaming, I just need to know so I know how to take care of you, alright? Were you drinking tonight?" Janus knew he had been, this close he could smell the alcohol on his breath.  

Roman nodded. 

"How much?"  

"A few vodka cocktails? It was a while ago. I don't really like how I feel when I get drunk. I wanted to stop after two, but Tyler kept buying them for me."  

Janus clenched his jaw to bite back his next thought. Tyler probably liked how Roman felt when he was drunk. "Okay, alright. I don't want to give you any pain killers yet then, just to be safe. Let's get you some food and water though, okay?"  

Roman nodded and stood. Janus reached out and caught his arms when he swayed. He groaned and held his head. "It's okay," he soothed. "It's alright, honey. You've got a bit of a knot on the back of your head. Let's just take it slow."  

Roman let Janus guide him to the little dining table set up next the kitchen and dropped into a chair. He let out a breath as Janus began kneading his shoulders and leaned his head back against Janus. Tears ran suddenly down his temple and into his sweat matted hair. 

"It's okay," Janus whispered. "It's okay, darling, you're safe now."  

"How did this happen to me?" He choked. 

"It's not your fault, sweetheart, I promise. You could never be responsible for someone else's cruelty. Breathe, darling, breathe. Let me get you some water, okay?"  

Roman nodded and Janus left a soft kiss on his head.  

[relentlessdaydreamerr]

To Whom It May Concern,

I want to preface this by saying that yes, this post is extremely directed but necessary for the concerned reader. I am not writing this to dig up the past, as I know how hard we've worked to move past it. But for me to truly move on from my half of the experience, I need to let all of this out. And when I say my half of the experience, I am not referring to what he did to me, I mean what happened between us. I hope you read this knowing that it is coming from the purest intent, I do not want to further cut your wounds. Ever.

What he did to us was the worst thing that I have ever experienced. Although our abuse was very different, the abuse was still very calculated, and to put it simply, disgustingly vile. Yet what made it worse was that our abuse collided, creating a catastrophe of conflict between us that we ultimately could not shake. And I think that because our abuse collided it made my experience even worse than what it already was. We both tried our hardest to understand each other, our point of views, why we acted how we did. We had open and honest conversations, and although it did not work out between us, I still appreciate those efforts. I learned that because our abuse collided, our healing needed to be separate. I didn't realize that then.

You and I connected. A strong intense bond that unfortunately was built off of trauma. I recently heard somewhere that bonds fostered from trauma do not last, and I think we are proof of that. But that does not mean that we have to stay enemies forever (not assuming you think we are but ?). The reason I did not respond to your text messages was because they broke my heart. My heart sunk reading them, and it never rose back up--it just stayed there. I was heartbroken hearing that in any capacity you thought that I had malicious intentions towards the relationship you had with him. Although we were forced to be enemies by him, I never wanted you to be abused. I never wanted you to be treated the way he treated you. From the very beginning to the very end and even now, I never wanted you to experience what you did. It broke my heart that you may have thought that I did, and it shattered me knowing that I would never, in any lifetime want that for you or intentionally break up your relationship. He was calculated beyond our understanding, and I'm tired of coming up with billions of theories for what he did. But I hope that you understand that I was never willingly a part of his schemes. He pawned me, just as he pawned you. And I'm sorry you went through that. We're both victims at the end of the day.

However you react to this, I hope you understand my message. Whether you read this tomorrow, six months from now, or a year from now, I hope you can understand that I never intended to hurt you. For me to heal, I need to get that across to you. And if you were to read this, laugh at it, or even share it with others, that's your business. But I do hope that you read, process, and hopefully believe this.

I am also not expecting a response from you in any form. That is not necessary. Like I mentioned, our healing processes need to remain separate, therefore direct communication like texting is not necessary. I respect all boundaries you may have. All I would like is for you to read it at some point.

I was recently rewatching TATBILB 2, and Lara Jean had such a mature and honest realization about her relationship with Jen that I personally resonate with. She tells Jen that she was convinced that Peter would never get over her, but in actuality she herself couldn't get over Jen. I had that realization. As I am healing from what I experienced with him, I realized the one thing I could not get over was you. This is what allowed me to separate my experience with him, from my experience with you. Although they were different, they still caused great pain.

Lara Jean then goes onto introduce a Korean word her grandmother taught her: Jung. "It's the connection between two people that cannot be severed. Even when love turns to hate, you will always have tenderness for them in your heart." I think I have Jung with you. After the anger I felt post-mediation dwelled, yes there was still pain, but there was also a bittersweet feeling for you. As cheesy as this sounds, at the end of the day we're just girls. Two girls who are one year a part whose lives were intertwined from an unexpected evil. Two girls who are young, naive, hopeless romantics who at one point fell for the same guy who recked our lives. Yet, we survived. I know nothing about your life currently, but I am sure you are surviving.

After everything we went through together, that tender, bittersweet feeling is there for you because I always knew (although sometimes it was not always clear) that you were not my enemy.

I wish you nothing but healing.

Sincerely,

Toni.

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #16

Day 16 - The Old Guard - "Don't go where I can't follow"

I'm late posting this but I am once again torturing my favs, enjoy

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The gunfire was loud, echoing around the building as they fled through the thick smoke. They clutched hands as they ran so they wouldn’t be separated, Nile leading as she was the only one confidant she remembered where an exit was.

Joe felt Nicky violently squeeze his hand as more gunfire went off, likely having been shot. Still, he held on, so he was alive. That was all they could hope for right now. 

He and Nicky had taken up the rear to take any stray or lucky shots to protect Andy. The pain was worth it if it meant keeping Andy safe now that her immortality was gone. 

Her hand was clutching Joe’s other one, a strong, steady grip. He took comfort in that. This mission had gone sideways so damn fast that it’d be a miracle if they all made it out of here.

But then, through the suffocating smoke and blazing heat, Joe felt a sudden gush of fresh, cold air. He sucked it in too fast, coughing hard. Andy yanked on his hand, dragging him out of the burning building into the night.

“The car is this way!” Nile called, the four of them still holding onto each other as she led the way. Joe was grateful for it; his eyes were burning and the tears made it hard to see clearly. 

Nile led them around the side of the building to where they’d hidden their car when they arrived. Something crashed behind them as the building’s foundation finally began to catastrophically fail. Anyone who didn’t get out in the next minute or two would never get out. 

Nile unlocked the car and jumped into the driver’s seat. Andy finally released Joe’s hand to get into the passenger seat, so Joe grabbed the back door and pulled Nicky in next to him.

Nile gunned it out of there, tires squealing loudly. They were jerked back against their seats as they tore away from the doomed building.

“That was a shitshow,” Nile said once the burning building was a fair distance away in the rearview mirror.

Joe found himself laughing, just a little first. But then the relief that they’d made it out caused his laughter to grow, and soon, Nile and Andy joined in, and their laughter filled the car.

Nicky’s cough cut through the laughter like a knife.

Joe’s whole body tensed, because he’d heard Nicky cough up blood before. But it had been long enough; he should’ve healed from any injuries. 

His eyes shot to Nicky, who had pressed a hand to his mouth and hunched over. His shoulders trembled, and he raised his free hand to try to signal he was okay.

“Nicky,” Joe said, putting his hand on Nicky’s back. 

“Fine,” Nicky gasped. He tried to straighten up, only to moan and hunch over again, clutching his stomach. 

Joe gently pulled Nicky’s hands away, his blood going cold. Blood continued to seep through Nicky’s shirt, where a bullet had torn its way through cloth and skin.

“He’s not healing,” Joe said, his voice numb. His own words penetrated his ears, and his voice grew higher-pitched, more frantic. “Andy, he’s not healing!” 

“Pull over,” Andy snapped, even as Nile was already guiding the car onto the shoulder of the road. Andy got out before it was fully parked.

She came around to the back, crawling in next to Nicky and pulling his hands away to look at the wound. She took her jacket off and handed it to Nicky, who bit his lip to hold back a whimper as he used it to put pressure on his wound.

“Did the bullet go out?” she asked.

“No,” Nicky wheezed. 

“He’s not healing,” Joe whispered. “Why isn’t he healing?”

“Joe,” Nicky said, pressing his head into Joe’s shoulder. “Joe, I’m sorry. I healed when the fight started. I’m sorry.”

Joe kissed Nicky’s hair, putting his hand on the back of Nicky’s neck to hold him close. “No, no. Don’t be sorry. We’ll fix this, Nicky. We will.” 

Nicky shook his head weakly, coughing up more blood. “I’m trying, Joe. But it’s…”

“No,” Joe practically begged, lifting Nicky’s head so he could press their foreheads together as tears gathered in his eyes. “No, Nicky. Don’t go where I can’t follow, my love. Please.” He lifted his head to look at Andy, knowing it wasn’t fair to put this pressure on her, but needing this situation to be fixed. “Help him, Andy!”

She was trying, helping Nicky hold the jacket to his wound. She smoothed Nicky’s hair back as he coughed up blood again.

“Joe,” she said, her voice breaking as she shook her head. “Oh, Nicky.”

“You have them. You will not be alone,” Nicky said, grasping at Joe’s hand. “Yusuf, my Yusuf. I am so sorry.” 

Joe just held Nicky close, kissing his head over and over, rubbing his back, trying to offer him any comfort he possibly could. Trying to make sure Nicky felt safe and loved. 

When Nicky grew heavy in his arms, he held him closer, pressing one hand to Nicky’s chest to wait for his heart to beat again, just like it always did. They sat in the car for so long that time ceased to have meaning for Joe. He blocked out the soft cries of Andy and Nile, because if he let them in, he let in reality.

And he would not do that. Nicky would not go somewhere Joe could not follow. He would not leave Joe alone.

Joe held his love in his arms and waited for the world to bring him back where he belonged.

[pokemon-my-beloved]

so i played the dlc

and it was. alright? but while i was playing the teal mask, i was writing my thoughts down so i could make a little mini-review, and then i just. never posted it. so here i am now, with my thoughts from ALL of the dlc, but i have to separate it because i said. So Much. this post has teal mask stuff, i'll reblog with indigo disk thoughts

spoilers under the cut!

are my besties coming with me on this field trip. please please please

blueberry academy is in UNOVA????? holy shit i am IMMEDIATELY more interested and invested in the indigo disk

have my boy there. i am Manifesting him

listen briar i’m sure your intentions are pure and all probably but you can’t go into the great crater of paldea okay i say this as someone who has been there. leave my bestie alone

i don’t think my besties are coming with me :( one sec i gotta go say goodbye to them

okay nemona please try not to burn the academy to the ground, penny sunlight is necessary to your survival please leave your room at some point, mabosstiff please take care of arven while i’m gone

GOD i love these kids okay i’m going

i am. aware of the violet book. why

the paranormal???? oh so she’s a dork

and heath’s descendant alright that’s fine i’m no longer as concerned as I was before

OH MY GOD IS SHE SHOWING ME THE TERAPAGOS PAGE UNCENSORED????

SHE IS

i am…….. wary……. of terapagos, but continue

she wants to find it? bestie

okay so the other people on the trip are randos. three of them. this feels like salt in the wound, just a lil bit

this kid is NOT my “travel buddy” i have exactly ONE buddy and he is in paldea >:(

i’m not going to let that go i am NOT going to get over that

oh it’s my replacement besties or whatever. i’m not going to get as attached to them I’m saying this now because i know it to be true. unless these kids have daddy issues out the ass i will not get attached

okay so carmine is nemona 2 electric boogaloo except i like nemona more

sorry for continuing to play it up i just Love Them So Much

oh so we’re just going to. i was going to say block off the wholeass road but this is scarvi so. guess not

oh so this is just nemona if she was pacifica northwest huh

only one of them was giving me grief but i’m gonna hit yes anyways cause carmine is already getting on my nerves

man this is exactly what i said about arven huh. unless she pulls out a sick dog and daddy issues i’m not impressed and even then i'm not impressed cause like. quit copying homework from two characters who i already like more

mossui town is a very pokeani coded name i think

oh god which of these stupid fucking loser kids am i gonna be working with

nevermind it’s probably gonna be kieran

his hair is really fucking stupid I cannot see his nose at all it grates on me more the more I look at it. not what i would call good character design

hair’s not quite as egregious on carmine but still kind of a problem

WOAHHHHHH THE NURSE JOY RESDESIGN POG

this is literally jessie. like it’s just jessie i can’t fucking be convinced otherwise

i mean. define cool? but yeah sure this kid’s growing on me it’s cool

ohhhhh cool as in 3v1 cool. yeah alright that is cool

KIERAN NO WHY DID YOU SAY THE S-WORD

HOW DID YOU EVOLVE YOUR POKEMON SO FAST

probably because they were already like level 58 or whatever

okay so we are GUARANTEED going to get trapped in here or whatever since ogerpon was outside but i’m sure i can bust us out so i’m not really worried tbh

“you’re a sweet kid kieran” vs “wHEN CAN I MOVE IN” GHALKSJGKLASJGLKAJSG

yeah okay i’ll go to the festival of masks sure seems fun

ugh YOU

fuckin. i don’t get a mask i guess. absolutely fantastic (sarcastic)

yeah sure i’ll battle whatever

“stop using supereffective moves” she says, like that will stop me

oh is poltchageist/sistcha a divergent evolution of the polteageist line? nice!

ogerpon’s stUPID FUCKING PONCHO JAKSJKSJGLKSJG

“say chansey” is cute but i’m unsure why cheese wouldn’t work like cheese is very much in this game

oh, thank you for the candy apple kieran!

what the fuck does OUSTIN mean, game. that is NOT a word, what the fuck

wait. it is. fuck

what if i just. didn’t go after ogerpon AJKLGSJGLK

okay well i can’t leave the festival or do anything else IN the festival so

this bitch is GOING to punch me in the face i guarantee it jvaslkgjlags

apparently everyone just thinks its a kid. wild

oh that’s a cute cute CUTE face

ogerpon’s adorable. alright

I SOMEHOW DON’T THINK IT’S A KID, CARMINE

kieran i would NEVER make fun of you what the fuck

carmine you are SO mean all the time i feel like jet at the end of the sonic riders dub

oh did the loyal three attack and ogerpon defended the village. makes sense for pokemon tbh

“passed down by word of mouth” just write it down, man

OH SHIT THE MASKS HAVE TERASTAL GEMS IN THEM FUCK

i’m sorry kieran i was specifically instructed to lie to you okay listen

i guess i’m not going to the festival of masks tonight? damn okay then

okay yeah this is pretty as fuck but i’ve been to area zero and i did expect it to look like this, carmine

oh! a mitotic! hi! what the fuck!

well that’s convenient huh. i’m not getting in the fucking pool, i guess

oh briar hi! are these terastal crystals? cause i’m pretty sure they are

water? eh close enough

oh he’s gonna summon the loyal three isn’t he. that’s probably not good

kieran in our defense we were specifically instructed to not tell you this like did you miss that part i know you were eavesdropping

if nothing else it seems like he’s gaining some self confidence from all this it seems like

oh they were stuck in the monument? that’s… a bit weird, but i’m sure it’s fine

sure wish someone who could understand pokemon was here (hint hint) THAT SURE WOULD BE HELPFUL HUH (HINT HINT)

sorry i just. i Miss him

guess i’ve gotta fight the loyal three now. bet

ooh triple battle?

nevermind. this blows

you’re trying to recreate the crater crew and it isn’t working i’m not as attached to these two

oh i just noticed that the flying taxi has noctowls instead of squakabilly in kitakami that’s cool!

ogerpon was running in lil circles around me while i wrote that this bitch cute as hell

sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran

HE GOT SO BIG

oh god HE ATE THE HERBA MYSTICA NOOOOOO adhsfjhfsfh

ogerpon cheering us on is adorable, oh my god

oh did kieran tell the village the truth i’m pretty sure he did

yup he did

i think this battle with kieran is the last of the story

oh damn he just COLLAPSED

okay do i battle ogerpon or does he just get in a ball

battle it is ig!

oh its poncho changes with its mask thats cool!

OH FUCK HE TERASTILLIZES WITH HIS MASKS JUST AUTOMATICALLY

“memories of adventuring with you grant ogerpon strength” THAT’S CUTE AS HELL WHAT THE FUCK

“memories of a partner from long long ago grant ogerpon strength” HEY WHAT THE FUCK OW

OH SHE’S A GIRL SHIT SORRY OGERPON DIDN’T MEAN TO MISGENDER YOU

her name WAS gonna be kieran but change of plans this is majora now

majora might be a guy actually i do not have a clue. i’m sure it’s fine

again. sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran but i can’t do shit about it

carmine my home is in another country i understand what you’re going for but i live in paldea

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THE GREAT CRATER. I’M GOING HOME FUCK ALL OF YOU

kieran what the FUCK is happening bud

oh god he’s pulling a paulo from pokemas isn’t he goddammit

did terapagos get to him. is he gonna get professor turo’d

guess that’s it! i’ll be back for this shit when the indigo disk drops ig

[dangerpronebuddie]

@maraskywalkers I had to screenshot your ask because tumblr wouldn't let me answer it 😑

Anyhoo!

I love the idea of these prompts together, so I might just make a separate fic with them, but I did do both for you! I hope they're along the lines of what you had in mind! 🥰

(49 is here and 39 will be a separate post)

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 13/?

49. Tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

Summary:

Buck hissed as Eddie cleaned the blood from the cuts littering his face. Eddie muttered an apology and gingerly turned Buck's head to get a better look at the gash at his temple.

(read below!)

Eddie would have to apologize to Hen and Chim later for elbowing them aside as he sat Buck on the ambulance bumper. At least he asked to steal the medkit. It wasn't like they were tending to a patient. And he could've- probably should've- let them handle the situation. But... Well.

Buck hissed as Eddie cleaned the blood from the cuts littering his face. Eddie muttered an apology and gingerly turned Buck's head to get a better look at the gash at his temple.

"Eddie," Buck said softly. Eddie focused on Buck's injuries. As long as he had something to do, he could put off the inevitable emotions surrounding the evening. His heart hadn't stopped racing since Buck disappeared from his sight. If he could just calm down, maybe he wouldn't have to deal with the onslaught of tears he knew would eventually come.

He reached for the butterfly closures. Buck used his good hand to grab Eddie's wrist.

Eddie slowly met his gaze.

"I'm okay," Buck said, swiping his thumb over Eddie's still thundering pulse.

"I know, I just..." Eddie sighed and cupped the back of Buck's neck, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his soot covered forehead. "It was too close, Cariño."

"I know," Buck said. "But it wasn't close enough. I'm a little banged up, that's all."

"If you call a broken collarbone, a concussion, and all the blood a little banged up," Eddie drawled.

"You forgot the split lip," Buck said, actually having to suppress a grin thanks to said injury.

"How could I forget," Eddie grumbled.

They'd been together a total of twelve hours, because Buck decided the start of shift was the perfect time to have a love confession. And all because Eddie made his coffee perfectly. (Why that particular time made Buck finally say something, Eddie didn't know.)

It was adorable, and Eddie thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest and into Buck's warm hands, and he wouldn't trade the moment for the world, but this is one time Eddie would say Buck jinxed them. Not only had Eddie almost lost him- again, he couldn't kiss him like he'd been wanting to for years. The want only got worse after Buck confessed, because as soon as Eddie was going to kiss him, the alarm rang. The shift felt like someone said the q word.

"I can hear you thinking," Buck said with as much of a smirk as he could manage. He hooked a finger through Eddie's belt loop and jostled his hips. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get to kiss me eventually."

Eddie huffed a laugh and gently pressed their foreheads together. "This is agony, I hope you know that."

"Sorry," Buck whispered.

"You're alive," Eddie said reverently. "I don't care about the rest." He stroked Buck's hair and tipped his head down enough to kiss the crown of his head.

[scribblestatic]

More chubby boy brainrot (tw fat shaming, just in case)

I can't believe I haven't been putting these under the long post separators, I'm so sorry lol

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Izuku squints his eyes closed as the kiss lands on his nose. A flourish of tingling later, and the burning sensation on his face is gone. He feels a bit of energy drain from him, but otherwise, he feels just fine.

"Well, that should do it. Here, have a little sugar. Looking at your medical records, it's alright in moderation."

"Oh, thank you..." Izuku looks at her computer. "Uhm, I noticed that people tend to get tired after you kiss them...uhm...why is that?"

"Hmm? Ah, it's because my quirk heightens a person's natural regenerative processes. So, to heal you, I'm using the energy you already have. Although, no one should take it too far--getting too excessively injured can override your body's healing energy, so even a kiss won't save you. Be careful, alright dearie?"

She pops a candy into Izuku's waiting hand as he nods quickly in agreement.

"...But...I guess..." He scratches at his cheek. "Why...maybe because the injury was so light..."

"Hmm..." The elderly woman tilts her head slightly as she thinks. "I'm not so sure about that. You have hyperthyroidism...while that causes the weight gain, sweating, and heat intolerance, you also have more DNA-synthesizing connective-tissue cells and shorter cell cycles. I wouldn't call it a benefit in the least, only that it can explain why my kisses don't make you too drowsy."

Izuku blinks, looking down at his hand, still holding the candy. If he looks closer, he can see the slight pale scars from previous wounds he'd gotten due to bullying.

Even back then, he found that bruises would fade with time, and he'd develop scabs pretty quickly if he got cuts. He'd also injured his fingertips during the exam, but Recovery Girl's kiss at that time made it as though such a thing never happened at all. So, part of the thing they were bullying him for also allowed him to recover faster.

"Don't take healing a little faster as an excuse to get hurt, young man," she says sternly, her gaze sent in a frown.

"O-Of course. Thank you."

He then pops the candy into his mouth, letting it dissolve on his tongue. It is quite tasty, like butterscotch, but with a more powdery sensation to it.

After giving his thanks, he leaves and heads back to class, sadly having to leave behind Eraser Head's signature. Though, Izuku understands why, since a particularly crafty student could possibly do bad things with it.

By the end of the day, he's practically glowing with delight.

Sure, there were a few hiccups, like being in class with Kacchan and realizing All Might's teaching at the school (not that these things aren't totally cool! it's just...personal circumstances and all.) But he can't help but feel quite positive over his future potential in the school.

After all, in the physical test, he didn't come last! His hard work has been paying off!

A hand on his shoulder startles him enough to squeak.

"Oh! My apologies, I thought you heard me!"

When he turns, it's Iida Tenya! They haven't exactly gotten off on the wrong foot. But also, knowing how annoying he can be, he can understand why Iida would react to him the way he did at the exam.

Still, the boy's scolding is still quite fresh in his memory, and he can't help but wonder if he's done something wrong again. Seemingly unaware of his conundrum, Iida begins to speak.

"I've been meaning to talk with you, but it wasn't the right time. First and foremost, I wanted to say how astoundingly you acted during the exam! In hindsight, I see you recognized the true purpose of the practical... As much as it pains me to say, you were the better man!"

As he gives this confession, his arms and hands move robotically. It surprisingly lessens his apprehension, feeling as though this guy is perhaps a bit awkward. Izuku could very much relate.

"Uhm...I didn't...realize it either."

"In a real scenario, I would definitely do the same as you did!"

Izuku stands there for a bit, listening as he summarizes what he could've done better. Then, when he turns slightly, Iida perks up.

"Ah, right, you were heading home. Do you ride on the subway back?"

"Oh...uhm...yes."

"I see. I do as well! Let's ride together, then."

Perhaps someone else would find it pushy, but Izuku feels that warmth bursting in his chest again.

Someone! Wants to ride with him! And talk with him! While Izuku doesn't have much he wants to say, he doesn't mind listening at all. And Iida seems quite talkative! Perhaps he's awkward, but, he really didn't mean anything bad at the exam. Izuku immediately puts it all behind him.

As they head off, Iida starting to talk about Aizawa's deception, Izuku hears another familiar voice.

"Hey guys! Wait up!"

They both turn around, and it's the nice girl that kept Izuku from falling on his face! The one he helped, and the one who waved at him today! Infinity Girl!

"If you're going to the station, I want to come, too!"

"We are! You're...the Infinity Girl," Iida replies.

Izuku's mouth opens in a little surprised gape. They even thought the same thought! Only friends do things like that, right? Are they already friends now?! But it's so sudden!!

"I'm Uraraka Ochako! You're...Iida Tenya, right? And you..." She looks at him with kind brown eyes. "Midoriya...Deku!"

Izuku stares blankly for a moment. Then, against his will, his mouth starts twisting in discomfort, despite not wanting to make everyone uncomfortable. Still, she notices it.

"Oh, did I get it wrong?"

"Ah...uhm..." Izuku looks down and away.

He doesn't want her to feel bad for getting his name wrong. She's such a nice girl, so he doesn't want to disappoint her. But being called Deku...

The thought of being called that in his new, fun school makes his stomach twist. So, he could just think of this as politely correcting her misunderstanding. Yeah.

Maybe she didn't mean it. Or...is this a new form of bullying? Well, it wouldn't be new. Sometimes, students would act nice to him before slowly becoming meaner over time. He was hoping he could get some friends here, but maybe...

Just...try it. Just try straightening it out, and see what happens.

"I-It's Izuku, actually," he replies anxiously, trying to hide it behind a wobbling smile.

"Izuku? Then, why did the explode-y guy call you Deku?" she wonders, looking confused.

"Hmm... He seems to have derogatory ideas about quirkless people. He said not to expect much from him despite his heroic acumen. Is it perhaps an insult?"

Izuku can't think of what to say, so he just nods.

"Oh! Goodness, I'm so sorry," Ochako immediately apologizes. "It's just, well, I thought it had a kind of 'can do it' [dekiru] feel to it, you know? So, I said it without thinking. I'm sorry, Midoriya-kun."

Oh... She really hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. She wasn't being mean at all. He almost wants to cry in gratefulness.

"It's okay...uhm...if you want..." And he can't help but start to blush a bit. "Y...You can...call me...Izuku?"

Is that too soon? People often say you only get on a first-name basis once you know someone very well. Maybe he's moving too quickly? But he was often called Deku, which some could consider a form of his first name, though derogatory. People calling him by something close to his first name, if not the name in general, doesn't disturb him. But what about--

"Hehe, sure! Is Izu-kun okay?"

Izuku's rampaging thoughts immediately calm. His face turns completely red at that, sweat coming off of him like a halo. But his smile is genuine as he nods, his curls bouncing.

He's too happy to notice the little pale blushes on Tenya and Ochako's faces as they look at him. He reminds them, immediately, of a small, chubby puppy wagging its tail so fiercely that it falls over.

With that settled, the three of them head off to the subway, talking about this and that. Izuku ends up not saying a whole lot, but his smile stays genuinely pleased the entire time. Basking in the presence of people he has cemented as friends is so fun!

--- --- ---

The next day, Izuku knows his heart isn't prepared. But it's unavoidable.

They'll be doing a regular school day, including every class they would normally have. English, Math, Science, Social Studies, Japanese Language and Literature, Art Studies, the works. Not necessarily in that order, but they all occurred before 3:15pm.

All the while, Izuku's able to geek out over his favorite heroes! Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Cementoss, Midnight... Even his lunch is made by Lunch Rush, who consistently belts out gourmet food at prices he can afford! If he doesn't watch himself, he'll end up gaining more weight again! But...just as long as he doesn't go over his goal threshold, it'll be fine if he adds some healthy snacks to go see Lunch Rush again, right?

Izuku feels enamored by the school during these periods, though, the closer it gets to 3:15, the more dread begins to fill his heart. Perhaps it won't be so bad. Maybe he is overthinking things. He's not sure.

And, if he thinks realistically, there's no way All Might would embarrass him by pointing out how he doesn't belong, right? That's not what All Might does. He's an upstanding and amazing hero who, despite his newfound anxiety around him, is still Izuku's favorite hero!

He just...really doesn't want to disappoint him by showing up in front of his hero when he'd already said he couldn't be one. It's like taking All Might's wisdom and slapping him in the face with it, treating his insight as useless.

Anyone would be upset. So, Izuku really hopes that, maybe, someone else could do the heroics class. But he's already heard from others that All Might's a teacher. Wouldn't teaching heroics be right up his alley? Oh...if only he had more time to ready his heart...

But eventually, 3:15 arrives.

"I aaaaam..."

The door to their classroom slides open, All Might posing as his cape flutters heroically.

"--coming through the door like a normal person!!"

Izuku feels two emotions shoot through him. The first is his normal excitement, the same thing that always appears when he looks at things related to All Might.

The second is fear. Because of that fear, he simply gazes at the hero as he enters, despite knowing his current outfit is from the Silver Age of his career. He would've called out such a fact, along with the excitement from the others. However, he's too busy trying to disappear into the background of the class to try.

All Might introduces their first assignment for his class: a Battle Trial. The hero outfit designs they'd sent to the school after receiving their acceptance letters pop out of the walls in their completed forms. They come in briefcases with set numbers on them, with #20 being Izuku's. It seems the cases also function as a seating chart. Izuku's just happy he can keep his seat at the back of the class.

Though, it also means that he's one of the last ones to get his briefcase since his is at the back. He quietly steps past All Might to get his before scurrying away to the bathroom to put his on...but since he added armor to his outfit, perhaps that'd be hard. Then, he'll change in the shower area instead.

All Might's gaze trails after Midoriya as he flees the room, his smile not wavering despite the stab to his conscience. Of course the boy wouldn't want to be near him at the moment. He'd simply have to be patient and kindle some form of trust between them. That way, Midoriya will feel comfortable talking with him again.

But, the boy isn't the only one who needs his attention. Right now, he's been put in charge of training 20 young heroes to become much better versions of themselves. He's a new teacher, but he's sure his attempts at getting better with educating and gaining experience will help him--and consequently, the kids--succeed.

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Izuku's hero costume is about as he expected.

His first designs were all, honestly, quite trashy to him. Although he liked the rabbit ear-like protrusions he'd drawn on it in reference to All Might, the rest of it was basically useless. Of course, he had no quirk to benefit from, so he hadn't been thinking too deeply about the design. But, once he started working out and cleaning up trash and doing such things on his own, he began reevaluating the design.

Since he's quirkless, he needs to be sturdy. His power output will be weak no matter what he tries, so the best he can hope for is having high defense. A hero with low attack power...he's not the most pleased by that, but it's what he has to work with for now. Maybe he'll get strong enough to pack a punch.

Anyway, sturdiness. The first thing that came to mind was a suit of armor.

Looking at some old war outfits, he decided to steer away from some of the designs, but the materials they used were interesting. Military fits could also work well, so he incorporated a bit of that into his design. Since he wants to be fairly low-key and in the background, he doesn't splurge much on the colors, staying around deep greens and blacks. Something like a stealth suit...

Though, the stealth part kinda went out the window with the large shield and backpack he asked for. The backpack carries medical supplies--after the whole exam ordeal, he realized even more how important having a variety of first-aid tools would be. And his shield attaches to his back or backpack with magnets.

He also had to think about what to do as a design choice. It would create his overall image as a hero...

Izuku enters Ground Beta, following after his other hero classmates.

He wears a grey, hooded outfit with a semi-medieval helmet under it. The mechanized layer behind the metal of the helmet makes his eyes appear as two bright-green ovals while feeding him additional details about his surroundings he wouldn't see just with his usual vision.

He has thicker armor protection on his shoulders, elbows, forearms, chest, and legs, with grip gloves to hold onto objects. The back of the chest plate had a harness with part hiding under the back of the cloak allowing Izuku to magnet-lock the shield in place. Instead of a backpack, the designer gave him a utility belt with the same first-aid contents he wanted.

Also, for reasons unknown, they added small ear-like appendages to the top of the hood. It admittedly looks a bit cute...and, well, it might actually be very helpful. So, he doesn't have any complaints. It fits well with the back cape.

[Essentially, something like the hunter's Pathfinder armor from Destiny 2, but a bit more medieval fantasy. Add some Batman in there, but green and more like a mongoose. I might draw it at some point.]

He has a silver-gray rectangular shield, though it didn't appear to be made entirely of metal. Holding it in front of him, if he crouched, it could conceal his body, so it was quite sizable. It had simple beveled designs on the edges without a symbol or anything in the middle. That part was mostly his fault--he couldn't think of anything to put there.

"Izu-kun? You look so cool!" Ochako cheers, wearing her puffy-legged outfit. "I wish I drew mine a bit more clearly. Isn't this kind of frumpy?"

"A-Ah, I don't think so!" Izuku says earnestly. "I think...it looks cute? Like...Uhm. Bubbly. I think it fits your floaty theme?"

"Oooh...I didn't think of it that way! Hehe, that's a great thought. Thank you!"

Izuku smiles, though it shows as closed-happy eyes and a little green blush.

Tenya is similarly armored up, though his outfit has less of a medieval look and more sci-fi, with clear benefits alluding to his quirk. Izuku wants to gush over its appearance, but he's already focused on asking All Might a question, so he doesn't want to interrupt him.

All Might...

He hasn't said anything specifically to or about him so far, so maybe he doesn't care that he's there after all. Has he been panicking over nothing? He's not sure...maybe the top hero has already decided he's a lost cause and wasn't worth pointing him out as an example of someone who doesn't listen to his advice.

A part of him feels like apologizing...

He shakes his head slightly as Tenya asks how their groups will be picked. Thinking over the assignment, it's a very old-style one. However, such a thing suits the No.1 hero, and the way he presents it makes it seem more exciting than it probably would be otherwise. Besides, it's a somewhat realistic scenario. They could always end up having to stop someone from blowing up a bomb in the future.

The teams get called out one by one after Tenya accepts his explanation as to why it's being done randomly:

A: Midoriya and Hagakure

B: Todoroki and Kouda

C: Yaoyorozu and Ojiro

D: Bakugou and Iida

E: Sero and Aoyama

F: Sato and Kaminari

G: Asui and Kirishima

H: Mezou and Mineta

I: Uraraka and Tokoyami

J: Jirou and Ashido

"Kyaaa~ Your suit looks super cool, Midori-kun!"

Hagakure hops over, her body only visible because of her shoes and gloves. Little buttons appear to clip her gloves on her wrists, though a matching pair are on her shoes as well. They have a slightly opalesque appearance.

"Ah, th-thank you. Uhm...Hagakure-san, right? It's nice to work with you." He glances over her body. "Is your suit made out of a material to--"

"Nah, I'm naked."

Izuku blinks. Then, a moment later, two black Xs appear where the eyes had been, his whole facial screen turning green.

"W-WH-WHA--"

"Haha! I'm just jokin' with you! Yeah, it's made with some fancy mimic cloth that kinda uses my quirk~" Still giggling, she presses one of the opal buttons on her glove, invisibility spreading out from them. "It's only active if I press the button. I can deactivate it, too, just in case I get injured and someone needs to know where it is, y'know?"

"A-Ahhh..."

Relief floods Izuku's body, sweat budding at the base of his neck. Goodness...he really should've known. The government had started a law over how nude heroes could be because of Midnight. Her introductory outfit had been...controversial.

"Alright, let's get started!" All Might calls out, sticking his hands into a light and a dark box. "The first two pairs to do combat will be the following!"

Izuku hums, wondering if he'd have the chance to watch some of his classmates and evaluate their quirks. It would be nice to be able to do that--watching then trying for it.

"The heroes this round will be Pair A!"

Ah. Never mind, then.

"The villains this round will be Pair D!"

Izuku freezes up.

Even though All Might is still speaking, his eyes aren't watching. Instead, he looks over to where Kacchan has been standing stiffly, his shoulders exposed and arms presumably heavy with some sort of thick grenade devices.

It doesn't take a genius to have some sort of idea of what those are for, especially since he knows Kacchan's quirk.

The other boy waits until All Might stops speaking, telling Iida and Kacchan to go into the building and prepare as villains. But once that's done, he's headed inside.

He takes a moment to look back at him, staring at him directly.

And the grin he has on his face is exceptionally unkind.