#the fire's lasting a little longer than it should. how do I look? — [ mirror. ]

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@rubistella

I don’t know if this is funny or depressing

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WHAT THE HELLS ARE YOU DOING?! [ BARBARIAN ] I AM LAUGHING AT YOUR PUNY RUTTING! ENDLESS KARLACH EDITS.

[makeupbychio]

THE suit // logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader

Summary: Now that you are officially part of the x-men team you need a suit. After the help from Hank and Charles to make the suit you kept the final result as a secret to Logan until he saw you in your first mission in THE suit. More than one time you needed more than one suit, not just because Logan will rip off a lot of them, but for other reasons. 

Warnings: Jealous Logan and being a little bit of a brat, Hank and Charles cameo, insecurity towards your body and powers, use of your powers (ecokinesis), Logan being the best protective and comforting boyfriend, mentions of smut, suggestive language, mentions of pregnancy.

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: So thanks for the anon for the request!! Once again, a reminder that english is not my first language. I put angst, fluff and mentions of smut so I hope you like this. Also, reminder that this is a safe place for all body sizes so that's why I don’t mention specifics measurements for the suit. ALSO, you can read this with my previous Logan fic TRAINING SEASON, this is them days after you are officially an x-men. Enjoy, love y’all!! <3. 

italics = past. 

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“Hold on, wait. Hank is going to do your suit?” Logan stopped the conversation. You two at the cafeteria grabbing a late night snack. You took the pause to give a bite to your apple. 

“What about it? The Professor told me Hank did all of them” you answered him without any worry in your mind and didn't  understand why he had that frowning look on his face.

”I think Storm should be in charge since your powers are related to nature too”. Logan suggested, trying not to be an asshole. You understand where this was going when he sighed. 

“But Lo, the Professor designed the suits, Hank is just going to sew it and for that he needs to take the correct measurements” you refreshed Logan’s mind, like if it wasn’t obvious that a suit was not going to sew it itself. 

So after that Logan just stopped insisting about it. He trusted Hank of course but something was itching his brain. If he knew you already had an appointment with Hank last week to take the first measurement and the Professor explaining to you how he designed it for you and your powers. 

“So, Y/N. If you didn’t know, Hank came up with the idea to make the suits bulletproof and for your powers we needed to incorporate more resistance to heat changes in case your whole body is on fire or ice. So we needed to play with all of the opposite and different scenarios of the element you were going to manipulate or become, please try it on”. Charles explained to you the work behind your suit. You just nodded, but the Professor can read your mind and know your excitement when you ran to change your clothes and came back with the suit on.

“So you can basically turn into stone one moment and then disappear like air, so we create something that can resist that range of changes, and also of course something to be comfortable for you”. Hank added, proud of the technology he put in the suit while you looked at yourself in the mirror. “You can try it and test what I’m talking about”. 

So you did it, always careful not to hurt them. They were so happy with the final results and you couldn’t thank them enough and can’t wait any longer to wear it. 

“See you next week, Y/N”. The Professor reminded you about the final meeting to correct some details. 

So after that late snack, you both went to bed and before your appointment with Hank, Logan just stopped by his office and greeted him with a casual smile. 

“Logan, how can I help you? Y/N is not here” Hank thought he was there to be with you once you tried on your suit. 

“Don’t worry, she’s still in bed sleeping in our room” Logan gave a cocky smile and highlighted the ‘our’. “Actually I’m here to help YOU. In case you needed help with her suit, just to let you know that I made you a list of her measurements” Logan handed him a piece of paper with the different sizes of the clothes you have. He really thought that was going to work. “You’re welcome, so you don’t have to take the measurements yourself” He smiles proud of himself. 

Hank laughed and didn’t want to ruin Logan’s intention. He just thanked him, if Logan knew the suit was ready in the lab for you to try it and make the last changes. 

“Oh! I almost forgot” Logan turned to Hank before leaving his office. “She’s the smartest person I know, don’t get offended so I’m pretty sure she’s going to give you some ideas for the suit” he made a pause imagining you giving instructions to Hank. “And her favorite color is purple” Logan finally leaves the room without letting Hank answer. Heading himself to the dining room proud of his work. 

Hours later, you went directly to the lab where Hank and the Professor told you to meet. “Okay Y/N so tell us how you feel it, if you want to change something” Hank looked at you looking in the mirror. 

It was really comfortable even when it was really tight to your body. You felt so much confidence, you saw the x mark on it, that wasn’t on the suit the last meeting you had. Also it made justice to your figure and your beautiful curves. 

“Thanks again, it fits perfectly. But Hank I just wanted to ask you if it’s possible if you could add something to the suit…” Hank is paying attention to you. “If there could be like- I don’t know- something for you guys to know which element I’m manipulating or about to, so you don’t get yourself hurt out there during a mission” you asked him nervously because they are the experts.

”Mmmhh, it’s a really good idea but the enemy can use that information too against us to advance an attack” Hank really liked the idea but they had a surprise for you. 

“So dear, we also wanted for you to try this suit too” the Professor went to reach the suit he was talking about. Hiding it inside a box that was wrapped like a gift. 

“Guys, what is this?” you were in total awe when you opened the box. They know how easily you get emotional. Tears are already forming in your eyes. 

“We wanted for you to have your own suit, something that will be just for YOU…” Hank started explaining. “All of us have something that characterizes ourselves and our powers, so someone told us your favorite color is purple and it contrasts perfectly the green that represents your powers…” Hanks kept talking because you went speechless. “I know it sounds cliché to add green for your ecokinesis, if you don’t like it we can change it” he suggested.

You just ran to hug them because it was perfect. “So for your ideas you gave us, we design this…” the Professor handed you another box, but this time smaller. You opened it so fast. “We created these gloves for the changes of elements. So you can use it in the field or on a daily basis” you tried on them immediately and it blew your mind the technology it has, how it’s connected to you to change the colors related to the element, it sparkles so that makes them AMAZING.

“The gloves are more for the missions, because with the suit you hold your powers in case you are not conscious. Also the gloves help you to give your attack a precise target. We’ll learn more about both items while training” Hank explained. 

So when you first wore the x-men suit, you were so nervous about the mission, about everything so you changed clothes in your room. Thinking if this was a good idea. Literally everyone was waiting for you to step into the plane. 

“I’m going” Storm was about to go and search for you when you stepped into the ship. “There you are! K’ let’s go” Storm yelled at Scott to go.

Logan almost fainted, his claws making an appearance without previous warning. He quickly put them back, he was so excited he couldn’t resist to stay close to you. His flirting helped you to stop your nerves. “Sugar, you look amazing…” he gave you a kiss on your check, sitting next to you on the ship. He came closer to your face, whispering “I hope they made like a hundred suits because as soon as we're back in the mansion I’m going to rip it off. God, I can’t wait” You tried to hide the redness of your face, you warned him to behave. 

“Logan, I’m pretty sure the Professor can read your mind, I don’t want to be kicked out of the missions. Or give us separated missions. Do you want me to be paired with Scott instead?” you asked him with a teasing smile. 

“I’m sorry, love. But did you see yourself in the mirror before coming?” Logan really insisted but not too much. “Don’t worry, you’re going to kick asses today and I’ll protect you till the end of times” 

Like I said before, Logan after that would take any opportunity to join you for fittings. Especially if something is different. Logan would be there next to you when you are not comfortable with your body. If you are not comfortable with your powers every time you discover something new about them. After years, he will always be there for you, sitting in front of you looking at you with awe and comforting you even when you’re were not feeling it. 

The only time you skipped a mission was when your suit was not crossing your figure. You tried on your x-men suit and your own suit they made you and it was not stretching enough. The team was on a rush so they let you stay at the mansion. 

Logan asked you when they were back about what happened and you just told him you were feeling under the weather. The Professor already knew the real reason. You distracted Logan enough for you to go to Hank's office. 

“Hi, Hank. Can I ask you something?” you stepped into the room worried. Hank welcomed you worried about your absence in the last mission. “I had a problem with the suit, actually both suits. Is it possible for the fabric to be even more stretchable?” you asked him. 

Next day, after telling Logan the truth about you expecting and how suddenly a big bump you had appeared. That time he almost fainted too. So both of you were in the lab, the Professor and Hank giving you the congratulations when Hank was taking notes of your new measurements for your suits.

“Be careful there, big boy” Logan growled at Hank when he put the measuring tape around your belly. Logan was so protective over you and now your baby. You laughed at him telling not to worry, Logan looking at you with charming eyes while you rub your belly looking at yourself in the mirror. So this was really happening, starting a family.

Hank explained to you your new suits, which were going to be more comfortable for you considering the bump was going to grow even more. But the only thing Logan could think about is to protect you even more out there in the field. 

“Lo, look at me. I can do this” you hold his face when back in the room he told you to reject some missions that were too dangerous just to be cautious. He was scared that if you got injured really bad in your state. He was not going to stop you from going to the missions, because he knows you are one of the strongest and with a single snap you can beat your enemy but he can’t help himself from worrying. “And if I’m not feeling good or at my best to fight I’ll stay here”. you kissed him to calm him down. 

“I know, mama. You are the baddest out there. They could never beat you even if they tried” Logan kissed you back and kneeled to kiss your belly. “I wonder which powers our baby is going to inherit”. Next time Logan went to Hank’s office was to ask for a tiny x-men suit to surprise you. Hank couldn’t say no to Logan because he found a really cute gesture from him even when he had a lot of work left to do. 

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Big Daddy Elvis

◇ Pairing: Big Daddy!Elvis Presley X girlfriend!Reader

◇ Warnings: fat tummy worship, smut, handjob, insecure E, hairy body (?), established relationships, age gap (they are both off age), love, glimpse of silly Elvis

◇ Summary: Elvis wants to be intimate with his girlfriend since it's been forever since their last time.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

His blue eyes kept moving from a part of his body to another as he stood bare in front of the mirror of the huge bathroom. He used to weight less, be less shamed of his own body and even more active in the bedroom.

It wasn't like he didn't have any woman, damn... on contrary, he still had plenty of them swirling around him like moths attracted to the light of a lamp.... But he didn't loved himself like he should had.

"Honey? Is everything okay in there?" The voice of his latest flame broke his trail of thoughts, making his heart beat faster in slight panic and shame

"Y-y-yeah, Satnin'..." his low voice cracked as soon as he replied, making him curse under his breath while rushing to grab something to cover himself up.

A gentle knock and Y/n's muffled voice made itself hear from the wooden door again

"You don't sound okay, love. Can I come in?" She asked weakly not wanting to upset him or scare him for some unknown reason.

The young woman had sadly noticed Elvis' mood in the past days and she didn't want to add more stress on his shoulders, she loved him too much that even the thought hurt her.

"No, wait for daddy on the bed, little one" Elvis asked harsher than he intended, his shaky hands moving under the water of the sink in an attempt to calm himself and refresh his face.

It's been too long since he made love to Y/n, he honestly couldn't wait anymore... he needed to swallow his discomfort caused by his changing body and seduce her as only he could do.

It took him longer than expected to finally find the courage to walk out of the hotel bathroom and step in their bedroom, where the young woman was hopefully still waiting for him.

"There you are, E. You feeling allright?" Y/n asked softly not looking up, too busy fixing the food she got them and check if everything was there on the cart.

His careful steps and the soft noises caused by his robe dragging on the floor made her looked up bit worried since she received no answer from the older man.

His hair were wet, plastered on his forehead and bit messy since he probably ran his hand through it. He was trying to keep a poker face on but his beautiful eyes clearly showed the discomfort and sadness that he was feeling.

Y/n gifted him a small smile, pretending she couldn't read through him, as he started to breath heavier, his hands grabbing into something to keep them from shaking as his chest rose up and down. He couldn't back away now... not when she was all dolled up for him.

"Love that lil' dress on you, Satnin'... makes me feel things every time you put it on for me" he murmured lowly, his accent getting thicker just like she liked it; there was still insecurity behind his sweet blue eyes but it slowly faded away as soon as he saw her surprised and flattered reaction at his comment.

"Y-y-ya know.. I-I just need a glimpse at that pretty face of yours... and I'm already all fired up—" he continued, gathering enough confidence to step closer to her and brush his big hands on her arms so to slowly remove her robe.

His cold rings made her shiver just as much as his intense lustfull gaze; it all happened in such little time but the young woman's body was already reacting at him like usual.

His hands wandered all over her, resting one back up on the back of her neck so that he could tilt her head as he liked before moving to the next step.

"So y-you know how you always say that you like... love my belly?" He corrected himself, his voice coming out weaker than he intended and his grip got bit tighter as he squeezed softly her nape.... not daring to take a glimpse at his fat tummy.

Damn, he needed to distract himself or he wouldn't be able to act like he had planned.

A slight pull and his lips were now on her warm neck, leaving wet kisses on her vulnerable throat and feeling her heartbeat which boosted a bit his ego since it was increasing due to the arousal

"Remember... what you like to do when we lay together on our bed..?" Elvis whispered, brushing his nose against her ear to inhale her scent, which never missed to turn him on. Her locks tickled his face, making him smile softly as past memories of their after sex came back to his mind.

As his hands started to roam and rub her flesh, taking a hold of it to knead with passion and lust, he allowed her to slowly unzip his tracksuit and reveal his chest covered by thick dark blonde hair, lower his fat tummy was peppered with softer ones which got thicker right under his belly button and disappeared in the waistband of his pants.

"You like... to squeeze it, hm...?" His voice got lower and raspier, his heartbeat quickened and his skillful but shaky fingers removed carefully her last pieces of clothing so that she was bare in front of his towering form

"...And then you like to... kiss it, right..?" Elvis continued earning a lustful moan from the younger woman, who was getting worked up by the mere view of his naked torso plus his voice and light touch.

The King was not different, he was getting more and more riled up at the reactions of his girl.

Lust was slowly eating him up, making him almost act as an animal in heath if it wasn't for the warm feeling of affection caused by her love filled gaze.

"A-And then... y-you like to... gently bite it, right..?" The statement came out more as a whimper followed by a shaky breath, since her well groomed hands reached for his sensitive skin... playing teasingly with his chest hair while gradually moving lower

"All over" she purred with a sensual smile, her soft lipstick stained lips brushing against his warm skin, leaving open mouth kisses till down to his waistband.

As the young woman kept getting lower, Elvis couldn't hold back anymore the satisfied smile as he spoke back in a half-raspy, half-normal voice.

His finger twitched slightly at the strong need to just push her pretty face where he needed her the most, so that he could receive some well deserved friction

"Oh, yes... yes, all over... baby" he hummed, allowing a low groan to escape him when Y/n lowered carefully his sweatpants, letting them fall down his thick hairy thighs to his ankles, thus freeing its length.

Her soft huff right on his warm skin made him twitch, his half-hard cock swinged free now that it wasn't held by his pants anymore... since he didn't put any underwear.

Y/n was about to grumble something, since his dick nearly slapped her across the face when she took care of his pants, but she quickly stopped as soon as she heard Elvis' contagious and hearthy laugh.

A small smile appeared on her face and she looked up, biting her bottom lip due to the perfect view she had now on her kneeled position. The young woman was close enough to be able to see perfectly the roundness of her boyfriend’s tummy and his blue gorgeous eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

The mood from amused and playful quickly switched back to one filled with need and desperation to feel any kind of touch.

"You're so beautiful, love" Y/n whispered softly against his flesh, gently nibbling at his belly while her hands finally got to work, pumping a couple of times his cock before moving his foreskin and reveal his pinkish tip which was already leaking of pre-cum.

It didn't happen often that Elvis allowed her to worship him, expecially after the weight gain, so she didn't waste any time partially in fear for him to back away... or even shy away from her.

"So, so, so fucking sexy" she moaned out the loved filled praise, letting his big hand grab her nape again and press her eager mouth more into his fat while never stopping to work on his cock after spitting on her hand to use it as lube.

Her right hand started to rub his tip as her other hand worked his length from the base till she saw his body tense after some minutes.

His groans and praises got louder and his hips bucked forward to make her fist hit harder his base as she tightened her grip a bit around his lenght. His breath got quicker and he finally allowed himself to take a look at his girl, admiring with a soft blush on his cheeks how she shamelessly nearly made out with his belly while never stopping to pleasure him till he finally released.

It didn't stop there, though, her hands worked on his softening cock slowly as to not overstimulate him but to guide him through the orgasm and her mouth kept kissing, licking and worshiping his belly as if there wasn't a tomorrow, not really caring about the dripping seed and the messiness of the act.

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@harpershigh.

never meet your heroes . unless your hero is jaheira. she’s dope as hell

[lovelytsunoda]

heart too hot to hold | clement novalak

summary: staying at campus over thanksgiving wasn’t her first choice, but it was a hell of a lot better than a $800 round trip flight back home. over that one week while the campus was empty, she meets clement novalak and a rag-tag group of other holdovers who teach her valuable lessons about life and love

or, yn gets her breakfast club moment

pairing: college!clement novalak x college!reader

warnings: its basically the breakfast club lmao if they all chose to be there instead of being sent there against their will (if romance is not like what andrew and allison had i dont want it, i could go on for hours about how that was the most pure relationship in that movie), this is going to be a long one guys, implied smut at the end but it's not written out.

dedicated to my partner in clement related crime, @httpiastri

the campus felt different with nobody on it.

she stood by the fireplace in the second-floor common room, watching the last few cars leave campus. her own inexpensive second-hand car stayed in its reserved spot, the lot almost empty around it. her parking pass dangled from the mirror behind her yankee candle air freshener to mask the old-person smell that seemed to permeate the mazda when she bought it.

its not that she didn't want to go home for reading week. she really did. she missed her parents and she missed her house, but she simply did not have the budget to buy peak plane tickets to go one province over. if she wasn't scared of her car falling apart before she got there, she was willing to make the six hour drive over the quebec-ontario border, but she just did not care enough.

and that's why she made the decision to stay on campus and take a longer break for christmas. she passed from the fireplace to the kitchen, a mug in hand and a hot cocoa packet tucked into her back pocket. the lack of kitchen in the individual rooms made cooking her own meals quite hard, so she was looking forward to having the second floor kitchen all to herself.

her phone was connected to the common room chromecast, and she was enjoying being able to hear music she actually liked echo around the room.

"mind if i borrow the stove?"

the voice from behind made her jump, hot milk spilling over the counter. she cursed under her breath, reaching to turn off the obnoxiously loud music.

"i didn't realize anybody else was still here. i expected to be the only one." she'd heard most of her floor leave that morning, and watched all the parking lots on campus slowly empty. nobody else should have been there. "go ahead, i was just about done anyways."

the boy nodded, his floppy hair falling around his face. he was wearing a sweatshirt and baggy jeans, a small coffee stain on the collar. "i'm clement, i live on the third floor."

"y/n. second." she said, a little unsure as she wiped up the counter. "you're not going home?"

"nah. i'd never get any work done if i did. i'm too busy."

she snorted, taking a sip of her drink "i'm too poor. a round trip was about $800 for a flight that's just under an hour and a half. i would rather go home for christmas."

clement smiled at her softly. "i get that. do you want anything to eat? it would be a shame just to cook for one."

she peered at his stunning eyes through the fringe that fell over his face. paired with his pleading grin, it was as if the man was giving her the human equivalent of puppy dog eyes.

"yeah, what the hell. but i pick the movie. are you familiar with st. elmo's fire? i watch it every fall."

clement made a face. "never heard of it."

her jaw dropped. "you've never heard of st. elmo's fire? rob lowe, ally sheedy, emilio estevez, andrew mccarthy, demi moore and judd nelson?"

"none of those words mean anything to me."

"it's the movie that made the brat pack!" she shouted. "you have to see it, let me go grab the dvd. don't stop cooking while i'm gone!"

as she started down the hall, she heard clement shout behind her "you still have dvd's?"

"there's a dvd player in every room, almost makes it worth the crappy tv quality."

when she came back, the common room was full of the smell of fried beef, a pot of spaghetti on the stove. clement had taken his sweater off, now sporting a muscle top with the under armour logo over his heart. she paused for a moment, blinking before she walked over to him.

he was hot!

he had even topped up her mug with extra warm milk and some whipped cream. a cutting board next to the stove had a can of tinned tomatoes and a pile of chopped carrots.

"i see someone fancies himself a chef."

"yeah, its a bit of a hobby." he shrugged, a devlish smile on his face. "i'd offer you wine but it's considered contraband and i didn't want my ra confiscating my merlot, so i drank it all."

if this was the breakfast club, she couldn't figure out if he was more john bender or andrew clark. he had bender's devilish charm, but andy's reserved humor. he had a bit of a bad boy streak, but he wasn't a total dick (every time she watches the breakfast club, she becomes more aware of the fact that she would have punched john bender in his smug face already), in fact, clement seemed quite sweet.

there was a knock on the kitchen wall just then, both parties turning to face the newcomer. she was quiet, dressed in a matching sweatsuit and cubic earrings.

"room for one more? i can pay you." her voice was soft. "it saves me making a skip the dishes order. i've missed eating with people."

y/n smiled waving her forward. "come join us! i was just about to put a movie on."

while clement finished up cooking, the girl introduced herself as olivia and the group of three settled on the couches around the tv. olivia seemed sweet, as did clement, and it struck yn that these were people she never would have gone out of her way to try and meet if she had just run into them in the halls.

"woah, who's the dude with the mullet? i know he;'s like, a bad person and all but i'd let him ruin my life." olivia remarked, watching rob lowe's character on screen

"yeah, you'd be hard pressed to find a character in this movie who gave something ten seconds of thought before they acted. it's part of why i like it so much. every character is messy because real life is messy, and sometimes people we know just suck."

clement raised his eyebrows. “I’m still not quite sure what this movie is actually about.”

“it’s a coming of age movie in a different sense. it’s about the transition from university to adulthood.” she explained, twirling the spaghetti on her fork. “and it’s about having sex with judd nelson.”

"yeah, but his character is a bit of a dick as well."

"that's the point." olivia and yn said in unison.

"alright, forget i said anything." clement laughed, turning back to the screen. "when does rob lowe get a saxophone?"

the movie was about halfway through, dirty plates stacked on the coffee table when someone else entered the room. the newcomer came in a cloud of vape smoke, smelling vaguely like passionfruit.

there's our john bender, she thought to herself. we definitely can't vape in here.

on screen, andrew mccarthy and ally sheedy were making out passionately, ready to tear each other's clothes off.

"no shit, did someone find professor alonso's vintage porn collection."

"woah dude, don't talk about the brat pack like that." yn fired back, flipping the newcomer the bird. "either stay quiet and join us or take your vape smoke somewhere else."

clement laughed into his fist, trying lamely to disguise it as a cough.

the newcomer chuckled, sinking down next to clement on the ratty couch. "so what are you guys watching then?"

"we can explain later. its at a good part!" olivia shushed him.

after the film finished, as the end credits rolled with the john parr song of the same name playing in the background, clement rose to his feet and gave the movie a shocking standing ovation.

"truth be told guys, i lost the plot halfway through." he admitted. "but i had a lot of fun watching it."

"i liked it." olivia hummed, nodding her head.

"so let me get this straight," the other boy stood to stand next to clement, pausing the dvd. "kirby is basically a stalker, billy is a deadbeat, alec is just a dick and jules should probably go to therapy?"

"yes." yn answered with a straight face. "not the most charming bunch, are they?"

he shook his head. "damn. we should watch a giant shark movie next."

"yeah, mate. deep blue sea or jaws?" clement laughed, clapping him on the back. "i'm clement, by the way."

"landon. and the answer is totally deep blue sea."

yep. definitely john bender.

"alright then," yn laughed. "olivia, what would you have picked?"

"insidious."

that was so not the answer she was expecting, but it gave her an idea.

"hey, if it's just the four of us in the building, we should get together every night, one person cooks and one person picks a movie." she suggested, reaching for her phone. "everybody, give me your numbers. we can set up a group chat."

"that's actually a really good idea." clement encouraged, beginning to clear the table. "i call dibs on fast five for my night."

with all the numbers in her phone, she sent out a smiley face to officially start the group chat.

"why are we called the breakfast club?" landon asked, staring down at his phone with a confused grimace.

"because we all match characters in the breakfast club. i'm allison, clement is andrew, olivia is obviously claire and you're bender." she said matter-of-factly.

"then who's brian? there were five in the movie, and there's only four of us." olivia added

"i think we've all got a little bit of brian in us."

they spent the rest of the evening in front of the fireplace (which they were all surprised was still functional with most of the building being gone) playing a game of uno with a deck of cards that clement was sure had more pick-up-fours than a standard deck did. reruns of the big bang theory played on the tv behind them while landon and clem battled with each other to see who could pick up more of the deck before the game was over.

it was 10:30 when y/n called it quits, although she really didn't want to. she had work to get finished in the morning, and needed to decide what recipe she was going to cook the following night. she was having fun with her new friends, and she wanted to make the most of it while she could.

"that's me done for the night. i have to go grocery shopping in the morning. olivia, you have dibs on the movie. nothing that's going to give me nightmares, though."

clement grinned from across the table. "don't worry, yn. i'll protect you."

"oh, shut up." she laughed, trying to hide the nervous blush on her face as she playfully kicked at his leg

"come off it, let me walk you back to your room."

she relented, walking side by side with clement. it was awkward, and mostly silent as they walked the carpeted hall. they made idle small talk, mostly about the events that had transpired that evening. she wondered as they were walking if clement would even remember this night after class was back in session.

"well, this is me." she said idly, pointing at a door with a fall wreath on it. "my roommate went home for the holidays so its just me here." she held the key fob in her hands, trying to come up with a way to make this moment last longer.

to prolong the feeling of calm she felt when speaking to clement novalak, the elation she felt when he looked at her like that.

"well," he sighed, hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked on the balls of his feet. "i'll let you get on with your evening."

"thanks. i have to head out early tomorrow to get the ingredients i need for the meal, my fridge is pretty bare. you're welcome to tag along if you want."

clement beamed at her, and she felt her stomach flutter slightly. he was smiling at her, and she never wanted him to stop.

"yeah, why not. meet in the parking lot for eight?"

"sounds good."

the next morning, clement showed up at her door at promptly seven thirty with two tinfoil wrapped bagels in his hand. he took control of the aux cord in her car, blasting an odd mixture of throwbacks and house remixes of classic rock songs. she liked the way he made her feel, hanging on to every word and letting her ramble about anything and everything. he was a good storyteller, and she found herself filled with a sense of longing as he talked about his travels and his friend group.

she wished she could be a part of it.

they were still singing along to poison when they pulled back into the residency, and y/n found that her heart felt heavy at the idea of her time with clement being over.

she was falling far too deep, especially considering that their social circles shouldn't mix.

"do you want help cooking later?" clem offered, helping her grab the bags from the trunk. "if i'm being quite frank, i enjoy spending time with you."

her cheeks heated up as she buzzed the pair into the building. "yeah, okay. there's a bit we have to do now, and i'll need some latex gloves?"

clement raised an eyebrow.

"do you want to touch raw chicken with your bare hands?"

"fair enough."

she'd never had as much fun in the kitchen as she did that afternoon. they had the radio on, singing out of key and taking twenty minutes to do a ten minute task. clement danced around the small kitchen like an idiot, singing into a wooden spoon.

after the chicken was marinating in the fridge, their phones buzzed simultaneously on the counter.

"its olivia with the movie options for later. she's giving us a choice between the crow and slender man. i'm voting for the crow. as long as it’s the original from 1994.”

clement laughed. today he was wearing a turtleneck and jeans, and why did that make her knees go weak?

"yeah, i think i am too. i don't fuck with slender man."

later that evening, as the group congregated around the large flat screen to watch their movie, yn couldn’t help but notice that clement chose to sit next to her on the large couch. their thighs were basically touching. olivia looked in their direction, a knowing look on her face as she raised an eyebrow.

her phone buzzed in her lap.

olivia: hes so into you!!!

yn; like hell he is. he barely knows me

olivia; trust me, I know that look. get that dick girl, you deserve it!

“what happens after this week?” she asked quietly, shutting her phone as she looked around at the group.

landon still had his vape pen in hand. olivia sat on the floor, back up against the couch. her plate was a cross her lap, strewn with remnants of shawarma sauce and rice. and clement, pretty perfect clement was sitting next to her without a care in the world.

outside of this week, they were not her people, and she found herself dreading returning to a world where she had to pretend she hadn’t made a fuck ton of good memories with them.

landon shrugged, taking another drag of his vape. “I’m assuming we just all go back to normal.”

“but why?” olivia asked. “why should we? I’ve had a good time with you guys, and I’d feel odd just ignoring you if we passed in the halls.”

“I’d hang out with you guys.” yn said softly. “surprisingly enough, I like you guys.”

sure, she wouldn't consider going to one of landon's frat parties, or joining olivia at a pep rally, but more nights like this were right up her alley. good food, good movies and good friendship.

"i think, after all the time we've spent getting to know each other," clement started "that it would be a pretty shitty thing to do to abandon and ignore each other once reading week is over."

they were silent for the rest of the film, an uneasy feeling falling over them. y/n refused to make eye contact, scared of being burned. out of the corner of her eye, however, she noticed that clement was no longer watching the screen.

he was watching her, with a look approaching wistful in his eyes.

soon enough, the end of the week came, and olivia and yn felt like they needed to mark the week with something more monumental than dinner and a movie. olivia's roommate had a karaoke machine, and clement had a liquor store points card. with those two facts in hand, a plan started to emerge to throw a party celebrating their last week.

"let's make a pact tonight." clement said, raising his coffee mug at breakfast. "to treasure the week we spent together, and to solmenly swear not to ignore each other in the halls. we're friends now, whether we like it or not."

“man!” landon says “don’t get all sappy on me. let’s just enjoy this last day. as pitbull once said: life is not a waste of time. and time is not a waste of life. so let's stop wasting time, get wasted, and have the time of our lives.”

“damn straight!” olivia added, clinking her mug against his. “let’s make it the best party that this empty dorm has ever seen.”

yn laughed, pulling olivia in for a side hug. “yeah. we take it day by day. let’s not think about tomorrow and focus on having a good tonight.” this is the best idea I’ve ever been a part of, yn thought later that night, curled up next to olivia in a pile of blankets, smirnoff ices in their hands as the pair watched clement absolutley butcher the hannah montana theme song at karaoke.

It had been a good week, and while she was still sad she couldn’t make the trek home, she loved her new friends and she would always treasure the memories that she had made with them.

“my turn, my turn!!” olivia insisted, making grabby hands towards the wireless microphone. “come to mama, there’s an abba song with my name written all over it!”

yn laughed, watching Olivia saunter over to the karaoke set. no sooner than she had gotten up did clement slide onto the sofa to take her place,

“so, how was I?” he asked, slightly buzzed and sporting that goofy and contagious smile. when clement novalak was in a good mood, it was hard for anyone around him not to be.

she raised an eyebrow. “miley might say you ruined her tour.”

“oh come off it.” clem laughed, playfully launching a pillow in her direction. “you did this, you know.” he nodded in the direction of where landon was trying to hijack olivias performance of dancing queen. “earlier you said that if this was the breakfast club, you’d be allison, but i don’t think that’s entirely true. I think you’re brian, because he’s the one who brought everybody together in the end.”

her heart softened, something fizzing in her chest that was either heartburn or flattery. “you watched the breakfast club for me?”

“duh,” clement laughed “I had to know if you were insulting me hen you said I was andrew.”

she smiled, curling closer to him on the couch, bravely reaching to touch his forearm. “so if you’re andrew and I’m allison, it’s only right that I kiss you right now.”

oh god, that’s the cringiest thing I’ve ever said.

she didn't have time to dwell on her choice of words before clement cupped the back of her neck and pulled her face towards his, pressing his lips against hers.

the kiss took her breath away.

her hands slid up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair, the off key singing fading into the distance.

she pulled away, fully able to hear the heartbeat in her chest.

"holy shit."

clement laughed, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "holy shit indeed."

"shall we take this somewhere a little more private?" she asked tentatively. "i'd love to keep kissing you, but i dont want an audience."

clem beamed, lacing his fingers with hers. "should we go to your room or mine?"

she laughed, a smile splitting her face.

she never wanted this weekend to end, but if it had to, taking clement novalak to bed was exactly the ending she was hoping for.

[avernusfuries]

Karlach, admiring the sheer rambunctiousness of her artistic antics. ENDLESS KARLACH EDITS. 3 / ∞non-rp blogs dni.

[delusionsofmid-daymoon]

No!yuu au- Prologue

A twisted wonderland were everthing is the same, except a certain magicless student never came to this world

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PROLOGUE

-Grim invades the mirror chamber and wonders which coffin he should open

-he honestly just does eeny meeny miney and ends up chosing one of the coffins close to the windows

-and when he can't open the lid, like usual he blasts the thing with a fire ball

-but since Yuu is not there he would end up picking another first year

-Ace is sudenly waken up by a loud rumble and heat

-he screams, grim screams and ace falls face first on the floor, then quickly kneel and rub his head, damn his forehead hurts

-"w-w-what ?!? what just happened !??! " he gets up,the coffin lid is on the floor and is burning, with blue fire, why is the fire blue ?!?

-"Hey human don't ignore me !"

-the voice came from...down....? he looks at the groud and theres a grey...weasel ? raccoon ? cat ? wait were it's ears on fire ?

-"....seeing a talking weasel... i think i hit my head stronger than i thought"

-"HEY ! i'm not a weasel, i'm the great grim! well whatever, hey human give me those clothes now" he then blows some fire on the floor and smirk "or else i'll roast you alive"

-"WHAT THE HELL ?" ace pulls his pen and uses wind to blow away some flames that were a little too close for confort

-chaos breaks

-ace and grim then start to fight, grim trying to burn everthing and ace defending, ace blowing away almost every attack but his wind magic can't do much damege on grim either, and soon the chamber becomes almost covered in a sea of flames

-grim and ace become more and more frustrated the longer the fight takes

-the doors the suddenly open and the headmaster catch them both with the love whip, kalim uses oasis maker to put out the fire, making everyone soaking wet in the process

-after they manage to stop vil from murdering kalim the headmaster start to scold the troublemaker duo

-lamenting about how the students are more premature each year, causing problems even before the first day, how could they fight like that on the ceremony room ? that fire could have destroyed his precious mirr-*cough* the poor students that are still sleeping on their gates

-"and you mr trapolla !!! how could you let this happen ? you should have more control of your familiar !"

-ace says there's no way that piromaniac weasel is his familiar, grim agrees and just to emphasize tries to set ace on fire

-riddle then steps up and collar the two, unfortunally for ace "why me?", riddle then proceeds to lecture them for 20 minutes straight

-and that just didn't last longer because crowley said they were gonna be late for the cerimony(even he felt a little bad for the two after that)

-ace and grim, now properly traumatized, stayed tied up and by the headmaster side to avoid further problems

-he released ace when his turn came and he was sorted to heartslabyul, riddle felt his soul leaving his body

-grim began to make a scene saying he should be sorted too, "mr trapolla control your familiar !"

-ace then finally had the chance to clarify that no, grim wasn't his familiar, he never saw that fire hazard before and would prefer if things had stayed that way

-grim is kicked out the school kicking and screaming, riddle sighed lightly, alright, maybe that student wasn't so troublesome after all(haha this poor motherfucker)

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-grim tries going to ramshackle to escape the rain, but without yuu there he can't do anything about the ghosts, he aims with his eyes closed !

-he runs away and have to sleep beneath a tree

-next day he goes to NRC again and ends up on the main street, he asks himself about the queen of hearts and surprise ! ace shows up

-ace is kinda rude from the start, recognizing grim as that weasel from yeasterday and insulting he here and there, but he still awnser the questions about the great seven

-by the end ace asks grim why he wanted his robes and grim why he wanted his clothes, and grim tells he is destined to become a great mage, but since the mirror didn't recognize his greatness he just had to enter himself

-ace laughs and says there's no way that could ever happen, that's the stupidest thing he has ever heard

-they fight like in canon, the queen of heart statue gets burned

-crowley shows up, "you two again ?!" he tells ace to clean 100 windows and kicks grim out again

-without yuu there ace manages to sucessifully skip the punishment

-grim keeps invading and getting kicked out, becoming a frequent headache to crowley

-throught sheer persistence grim managed to eventually tire the ghosts and they let him sleep on ramshackle

-he and ace keep coincidently meeting eachother, at the start they aways fought, ace laughing at grim and grim insulting ace the best he can, but not atacking eachother to avoid trouble

-after some encounters they manage to have some normal conversations, when ace encounter grim while skipping class

-grim then complains about how dificult it is to find food and cries about being hungry

-ace felt sorry for him and gave him half of his sandwich "it's only because your crying is really pathetic"

-and grim of course stuck to him like glue after that, they managed to get along, just a little, ace didn't aways bring grim food but it happened more times than he could justify just happening to have something extra

-and hey, teasing and talking to the fire monster turned out to be quite fun, funnier than those boring history classes anyway

-this whole thing lasted more or less two weeks

-then one day crowley found them, he was searching for grim after they notfied he entered again. and no one managed to catch him

-so when saw one of his troublemaker students skiping class and feeding the sourse of his persistent headache ?

-he was anoyed to say the least

-"you know, despite not being your familiar this monster follows you quite a lot doesn't he ?" ace gulped, crowley was so fed up

-Crowley then had a brilliant idea, one that would make that monster someone else's problem and also punish that shameless student (Crowley was very resentful after finding out that Ace didn't clean those windows, bacause of that he had to actually pay people to clean them !!!)

-he smiled and said grim could stay on the school, they looked shoked at him, why of course~ he was so gentle he would let grim remain on the campus and even use the library to study, so as long as he causes no more trouble and stay with mr trappola

-that's right mr trappola ! grim is now your responsibily~! if he causes any trouble you will be held acountable for it

-grim is beaming, it's not the ideal but is still great progress, ace wants to die, he tries to beg, to convince the headmage to see the reason and don't do this

-crowley just gives him a side look and says "oh would you rather be expelled then ?" ace quickly shuts his mouth

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-ace avoids going back to heartslabyul the longer he can, how the hell would he expain it to the housewarden ?

-he then explains to grim that the housewarden is super severe and kiiiiinda psychotic about the rules for some motive, the guy is like a bomb ready to explode so it's best avoid him alright ?

-they get to the dorm past curfew, grim is hungry again, and ace is too, it is really late after all

-they steathily enter the kitchen and search for something

-and on the fridge there's three whole strawberry tarts, oh lucky them~!

-ace cuts two pieces for him and grim

-and while they're singing their praises riddle appears from behind

-ace is stuttering trying to find an excuse(what is he guilty of ? he doesn't know but he saw enough of the housewarden to know that face means no good)

-riddle then looks down and asks "what is he doing here ?", they nervously tell what happened

-riddle faz uma pausa. ele fecha os olhos. ele aperta o nariz e inspira profundamente

-then an scream echoed throught the night

-"OFF WITH YOUR HEADS !!!!"

-the rest is story

[avernusfuries]

@sanguisarcana.

I Need Protection

BG3 x DBH

Based on my headcanon back to 2018 about little boy Elijah building prototype Chloe to protect himself. Then it became my first BG3 headcanon right after I bought the game last August accidentally.

Going through all the origin introduction videos I was like "wait this vampire sounds like Neil? He IS Neil??? wait this tiefling is a cyborg with a mechanical heart? Damn that's Kamski and his Chloe prototype, I'm game and they will be my one true pairing!"

And they are.

Although this headcanon became OOC after I dug into the characters, I'm still happy that I finally managed to make it a mini comic anyway.

I couldn't decide which haircut i should keep so i kept both lol

[iwritewhump]

"You're a child, go home now and I won't come after you. But if you stay and fight, I won't hold back" + hand-made mask + bank vault

day twenty-nine of whumptember

654 words

warnings: gun (not shot)

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Hero snips the thread from the needle and ties it close to the fabric of her mask. After tugging at the mask to find any insecurities, she smiles proudly and dons the mask. The mirror reflects her, now unfamiliar face and she zips her jacket up to her chin, the hand-sewn patches weighing it down just enough to add a little bit of comforting weight on her shoulders. 

Her stolen police radio garbles and she rushes over to it, changing the channel until the static turns to something she can make out. 

“Break in at the Westside bank,” the dispatcher says. 

Hero gasps and looks out of her window, her clear view of the Westside bank seems like a sign. She jumps to action, lifting her window open, before turning around and shouting to her parents. 

“I’m heading out! Be home after dinner, eat without me!” 

She gets a grumbled acknowledgement back and nods once to herself. She climbs out of the window and jumps down the fire escape, not letting the creaking rattle her. She runs down the alleyway and stares at the back door of the bank, wide open. 

Another sign. 

She tightens the strap of the mask and makes sure her jacket is still zipped to the top before stalking into the bank. 

Hostages huddle together in the lobby, a few holding hands, some hugging, and some refusing to show any weakness. Hero creeps past them, staying where they can’t see her. The last thing she needs is a civilian to blow her cover. 

“It’s very simple,” Villain’s voice rings through the bank, “Put all the money in the bag and I’ll leave. I know your hands are shaking so it’ll take a little longer, I wish I didn’t have to do this, but it’s my last hope.” 

Her brows knit together and she creeps closer to his voice. 

He’s standing in front of one of the clerks, hands held behind his back. There’s something about him that makes Hero think maybe he really didn’t want to be doing this. Maybe he’d tried everything else to do whatever needed done and this was the only way. 

And then she hears the crying child and remembers how he clung to his mother, huddled between her and the wall. 

She stands up, hands on her hips, “You need to leave.” 

Villain turns to stare at her. He lowers the gun slightly, still pointing at the clerk, but more her stomach than her head now. 

“Who are you?” 

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I will not let you steal this money.” She shoots back, hoping to sound more authoritative than scared. 

“You’re a child,” Villain says, almost a whisper. The gun lowers to his side and he holsters it, making sure the clasp is closed before speaking again. “If you go home now, I won’t come after you. But if you stay and fight, I will not hold back.” 

Hero forces herself to take a step forward. Her chest puffs out and she keeps her hands on her hips. “I will not let you take this money.” 

A great look of sadness washes over Villain’s face and he closes the gap between them. “You should leave…” he looks down at her jacket and sighs, “What does the ‘W’ stand for?” 

Hero smirks and hopes it makes up for her beating heart, “Winner of this fight.” 

“Right,” Villain says, sighing. 

In one swift movement, Villain’s arm raises and his hand is on Hero’s shoulder. His thumb presses against the side of her throat and she collapses against him. 

The civilians gasp as he lays her down gently. They crowd around her, pulling her into the center of them and a few of the women fuss over her. 

Villain holds the gun in his hand again, pointing it back at the clerk, “Back to it, I want everything in that register.”

[shewhowas39]

pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC fic summary: in which Astarion's nice, simple plan crumbles when he falls for a neutral good, cinnaomon roll of a divination wizard who may or may not be a Bhaalspawn.

chapter title: Fall For Me chapter summary: in which June has a nightmare, they meet a monster hunter, and Astarion has maybe possibly been in a tiny bit of denial. content warnings: street harassment, murder, fantasy racism

A/N: this one took me a little longer than usual because i was working on my smutfic, Nonsense. but here it is! this one is a ride, so strap in.

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Preview

He’s done it.

He has her.

Astarion’s plan has worked, almost more spectacularly than he could have hoped. June has promised to help him. She cried for him. He has the mad mage wrapped around his finger. And honestly? He’s mostly had fun doing it. Being around her isn’t the chore he would have expected it to be when they first met. She’s clever, she entertains his hypotheticals, she tastes like the heavens, and she’s extremely attractive. He could not have picked a better mark for his plan.

Except for one tiny but crucial detail: he does actually, maybe, possibly, sort of like her a little.

And that’s a problem, because things Astarion likes - things he wants, things he cares about - are always ruined for him. They’re taken away or destroyed or twisted and corrupted until they are unrecognizable.

If he likes her, she has the power to hurt him. Or, worse, Cazador has the power to rip her away.

Still, he needs June. He needs her loyalty, her allegiance, and her trust. He has to keep her interested, keep her close, but not get any closer himself. He can’t get attached to her. For both of their sakes.

Astarion muses over all of this as he lays beneath one of his new quilts in his tent, staring at the underside of the canvas, shortly after waking from a pleasantly dreamless sleep. It’s still quite early. The birds are only just beginning to sing their morning songs outside, and he can hear Gale - who was meant to be on last watch - snoring by the fire. Luckily, he suspects that their new uninvited skeletal companion - who apparently goes by Withers - doesn’t sleep. The question is, would he alert everyone if something were to attack camp, or merely stand by and shrug it off as fate?

Astarion must admit that the latter option is rather hilarious. 

He sits up and begins to reach for his clothing. After some brief deliberation, he decides to wear the new shirt he’s been sewing by hand over the last several days. It’s nothing special, just a simple man’s shirt with a deep V neckline. The fabric, which he had purchased in the druids’ grove, is fairly basic as well, though it’s dyed a beautiful shade of dark amethyst. It’s the first item of clothing he’s ever made from scratch. Until now, his sewing had been limited to repairing his old clothing in a desperate attempt to hang on to something - anything - from his life before Cazador.

He pulls on the shirt, tucking it into his trousers before rolling up the sleeves to expose his forearms. It’s not perfect - he can already see a few places where the stitching is a little uneven - but it’s certainly not bad for a first endeavor. He wishes he could look in a mirror, to see how it flatters his form, but unfortunately, that isn’t an option.

Instead, he decides that he can use June as his mirror. If her eyes go all big and soft and her cheeks turn pink then he’ll know he’s done a good job on this particular garment. And it will serve his purposes of keeping her on the line, holding her attention. Odds are good that it might even lead to them rolling around in her bedroll. He can certainly think of worse ways to start the day.

Astarion runs his fingers through his curls before fluffing them up. This should be easy. He’s a master of manipulation. A cold-hearted rake. A seducer who has led hundreds of people to their deaths without batting an eye. Without feeling a damn thing. The only difference here is that June probably won’t die. He’ll break her heart eventually, of course, but it could be worse. It was worse for all the others.

If she hasn’t fallen for him yet, she’s certainly close. He just needs to keep up the act, keep her interested, and he cannot, under any circumstances, fall for her.

But the image of her last night flashes back into his mind. Her dark blue eyes wide and glistening as a single tear slipped down her pale, moonlit cheek. Her soft fingers gently brushing over the back of his hand. And he hears a cold, mocking voice - Cazador’s voice - taunting him from beyond time and space.

“It’s too late, boy. The line between what’s an act is real has already blurred. You’re a fool. Softer and weaker than you thought. And that’s going to ruin you both.”

“No!” he snaps, and then winces when he realizes he’s said it out loud, the word cracking like a whip in the silence of his tent.

[discotenny]

SASARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SASARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

this ask got me in a Sasara mood. Have a Sasara drabble courtesy of anon. Continuation of 3 years cause I be in an angsty mood ehehe. No one asked for this I’m just playing with png anime boys in my head.

TLDR: you see your ex fiancé for the first time after 3 years. Best friend Samatoki is by your side cooking a potroast.

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Ex Fiancé Sasara Nurude who you haven’t seen in three years.

You reside in Yokohama- staying close friends with Samatoki who was able to get you an apartment there for cheap. Both of you are still reeling from the effects of three years past. Both of you find relative comfort that your pain is so similar.

Your daily routine is more simple than your past. Go to work and come home. Sometimes you stop by Samatoki’s place to make sure he hasn’t killed himself dabbling with the yakuza. Today was one of those days.

“Huh. So you really did it,” you say, looking at the local news broadcast on Samatoki’s TV.

It was a pre recorded interview of him, now leader of the team representing Yokohama in the new division rap battle. He was being asked questions fans sent in. After you heard him gag once asked what his favorite bug was- you let the audio fade to the background as you turned to him- fixing dinner for the two of you.

“Did’ya ever doubt me?” He called from the kitchen. You made your way over, the broadcast still playing.

“Just didn’t expect you to want to participate, y’nno? I thought you would’ve left that whole rap battle stuff behind after-“

“You don’t have to bring it up.” His reply is quick and he doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Sorry.” You turn away, not meaning to bring up the past. Both of you knew that nothing good came from reminiscing.

“But y’nno, you should really come with us one time. You’re always worrying over me- gotta show you I’m not some defenseless little pansy right?” He snickers to himself as he bends down to open the oven- checking on the roast. “We could sneak ya in as our manager or something. It could be fun.”

“Mmmmm, maybe,” you give the idea some thought, “do you know any of the other division leaders?”

“I’m sure that poser tried to reach for the title of Ikebukuro,” Samatoki tsked, “But no… there’s four divisions from Tokyo and two from the southern parts I think… wonder what kind of country punks will show their faces here.”

Almost on cue, a flash of light from the TV catches both of your attention. A musical sting punctuates the broadcasters words, saying how the other divisions were ready to announce their representing teams and leaders.

“How convenient…” Samatoki mutters, trying to hide his curiosity at the announcements.

Names and pictures fired up on screen.

Ichiro and his brothers represented Ikebukuro. Despite he and Samatoki’s rivalry, it comforted you to know he was taking care of himself these days. You could hear Samatoki growl from beside you.

Ramuda and two individuals represented Shibuya. It’d been a while since you stepped foot in the area, being put off ever since you first met the pink haired fellow. Something about him just… felt weird.

Jakurai represented Shinjuku with two guys- one of which looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I wonder how far they’re gonna go…” you wondered out loud.

The next division came up on screen. “Holy shit,” muttered Samatoki. Kuko, Ichiro’s red haired friend from years past, was on screen. His name was listed under the Nagoya division. “I didn’t know that punk was still kicking…”

Then the last division appeared, those who represented Osaka. And your heart stopped.

After three years you finally saw him. And it was like nothing changed.

It was Sasara. He wore a different suit. His hair seemed longer. And it seemed fluffier. And he was… smiling. Smiling with some older man and Rosho beside him. You wondered when they had made up.

It hurt to see him smiling after all he put you through.

You turned to Samatoki, whose face mirrored the confusion, hurt, and anger in yours.

The broadcast moved on like it didn’t just shatter the world view of the two people standing in the room.

You were on track to finally move on after three, long years of reeling from the sudden abandonment from Sasara. From the supposed love of your life. From all the horrible and cruel words he said to you before he broke it off. Before he asked you to leave.

You had to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.

“You- you okay?” Samatoki swallows his own surprise to put a hand on your shoulder. His eyes still haven’t left the TV broadcast, now playing a pre recorded speech from the prime minister.

It’s hard to find the words to reply. But as you look at your friend an immeasurable guilt passes over you. In three months time… he’d have to see Sasara. Face to face. And he’d be alone. The turbulent look in his eyes show he’s thinking the same.

Your hand finds its way to his and you give it a small squeeze. He turns over to you with furred brows.

“I’ll come with you to the DRB, Samatoki.”

“W-What?!”

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Lowk I didn’t know how to end it LOL. Sorry for the abruptness

I’m so enamored with the ex fiancé Sasara concept I’m sorry guys.

Next time I promise I’ll have smthn y’all actually asked for LOLoL

[avernusfuries]

@sanguisarcana

Bg3 as unhinged posts 19/?

Part 18

[nymphilily]

Miscellaneous Fun Facts About The TWST Pokemon Conquest AU Because I'm Dragging My Feet On It And Some People Are Actually Interested, Apparently

I'm not going to explain the plot of Pokemon Conquest to you. I am however going to tell you to play the game, it's really good and probably one of, if not THE best Pokemon Spin-Off and Collaboration games of all time. Also go play Samurai Warriors. Believe me it has more to do with this post than you think

Ace, Deuce and Epel are the mandatory Starter Typing Trio, filling in being Warriors for the Fire, Water and Grass-Type respectively. They would all have the Paldea Starters as their Perfect Links if I didn't decide that Epel's Perfect Link should be the Aplin Line upon conception

Edit: I'm A Fool I'm An Idiot I just remembered Yukimura's Starter Pokemon is Tepig but his Perfect Link is Charizard. Epel can, indeed, have a Sprigatito

They're all also fugitives, it's how they meet Yuu. They found them knocked out on a beach on the edge of the Region while trying to flee

Unlike the Hero/Heroine, Yuu isn't a Warlord. They are instead the head strategist of their little ragtag army. Grim is considered to be a very fucked-up looking Meowth, and not allowed to battle since he doesn't really listen anyways

It's not made clear (ie I haven't decided yet) if Yuu is even from the Pokemon World or comes from a world like our own. They don't have their memories from before waking up on the beach, which is why they want to unify the Region and call up God to figure out what's going on

The very first actual, real Warlord the gang have to fight is Riddle, the resident Fairy-Type Warlord, who ends up mirroring the very last Warlord they have to fight, the Dragon-Type Warlord Malleus. We call that symbolism or foreshadowing I think

Malleus is still considered to be a Dragon Fae, although it's in that "descended from dragons" sort of matter. He doesn't have the ability to turn into a dragon

Cater is a lot like Okuni where he considers Bug-Type Pokemon to be very cute. If the internet existed during The Sengoku Period, A Time Of Chaos And Bloodshed™, his page would be filled of pics of all the Bug-Types he's encountered and raised as a Warrior

Both Lilia and Ruggie are Dark-Type Warriors, meaning they are the de facto Ninja's of this AU! Have fun with that knowledge because I'm certainly not going to expand upon it

What are you going to do to stop me from telling you that Vil's Starting Pokemon is Trubbish? What will you do?

Not necessarily a fun fact in the traditional sense, but Trey is the one and only Normal-Type Warrior that isn't an NPC, so he absolutely could have a Perfect Link with Arceus if I didn't have a very strict "No Legendary or Mythical Perfect Links" rule

If I had a nickel for every time I made a character's Perfect Link the spirit of a dead relative, I would have two nickels. Which is not a lot, but it's very on brand of me to do it more than once I love the Dead Relative Troupe

Idia would have absolutely handed over his army to Yuu's cause if Ortho didn't insist they at least try to defend themselves. Yuu's Army ends up getting creamed the first time btw

The Kingdom Sebek rules over sits on the very edge of the Region and has a dock that no longer see's any activity. Sebek spends a lot of his free-time in the lighthouse near said dock and is often confused for it's caretaker. Yes his Starting Pokemon is an Ampharos why do you ask?

Don't ask what happened to Crowley. We Don't Talk About What Happened To Crowley

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Phantom - Chapter Twelve

Phantom’s P.O.V

Something extremely bright disturbed me out of my sleep and I peeled an eye open to see that the sun had risen. I groaned, rolling over and caught a whiff of cologne. I immediately froze. Where was I? I opened both of my eyes and saw a messy bed with a black sheets. Yeah this was not my bed. 

What the hell happened last night? I sat up, looking around and saw several pictures of Maverick, Goose, Rooster…and my dad. 

Oh no, this cannot be happening!

I was in Maverick’s bedroom. 

How drunk did I get last night? Did we sleep together? How did I even get here? Questions just fired off in my brain and if they didn’t stop I was going to actually scream. I jerked and looked down to see I was still clothed. Thank God. 

I would much rather prefer us having sex sober than drunk, not that that was even important at the moment but it still left me to wonder what happened last night. 

Ughhhh!!! I rubbed my hands down my face and sat there for a good ten minutes before even getting up. 

Scooting off the comfy bed, I tiptoed around the room to find the bathroom. Maverick wasn’t in the bed so I figured he slept on the couch. For someone who was a wild card, he sure was neat and organized, unlike me. My dorm room was a hot mess. 

I found the bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and found myself to be a hot mess. My hair was a rat’s nest, my skin looked horrible from all of that sunscreen yesterday, and the mascara I had on was just plain awful. I looked like a freaking raccoon. I couldn’t go out there in front of Maverick like this!

I could feel my heart racing but I gripped the counter in an attempt to calm down. “It’s okay. Everything is just fine.” I muttered. 

Looking back into the mirror, I told myself not to be a little bitch. It was going to be okay. I took a deep breath then turned the water on to rinse my mouth and try to freshen up the best I could. 

-

Feeling a lot less like a zombie, I walked out of the bathroom and tiptoed into his living room, if you could even call it that and the smell of bacon assaulted my nose. My stomach immediately growled. 

Well that’s just cute.

“Mornin sweetheart…I made breakfast.” Maverick said with a smile. I looked everywhere but him while he was at the stove. 

“You can sit down, I’ll bring it to you.” I remained silent as I sat at his makeshift table. I smiled at how he lived in a freaking airplane hangar. Very typical of Maverick.

Not even a moment later did he slide a plate of bacon and eggs along with some orange juice in front me. 

“Thank you…” I said quietly. 

He just smiled and began eating his food meanwhile I picked up the fork and took a tiny bite of the eggs. My stomach was feeling a bit queasy, not just because of last night but because I don’t remember what happened and how I ended up at Maverick’s house.

Silence passed and I couldn’t take it any longer so I nervously rubbed my hands on my legs and said “What happened last night? Because I do not remember how I got here…” My voice sounded small but he heard me because he very slowly put down his fork and looked at me with worry. 

“You don’t remember?” I looked up at him and saw how amazing he looked which caused my heart to beat erratically. Ugh. I couldn’t stand how much he affected me. 

“I remember being at the bar and having some beer but don’t remember how I got here.” Maverick took a sip and confidently said “I brought you here.” I lifted my eyebrows, surprised. 

“Oh.” I said and I could see a hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“Do you remember what you told me last night?” Immediately, my cheeks begin to heat up. I did remember that. I just didn’t expect him to say something about it this morning. I don’t know why though because I volunteered the information and I should feel better now that I full on confessed it.

The screech of a chair caused me to look up and see that Maverick had scooted next to me and grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay if you don-” “I do remember what I said.” Rubbing circles into my skin, he said “I don’t want to pressure you.” He simply said and I was confused. “What do you mean?” He took a breath and said “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to -” I interrupted him once more because I could see where he was going with this and I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want him but I did. Probably a bit too much. 

“Pete…I do want you, more than you probably know. I know I was drunk when I said it so…don’t think that what I said wasn’t true.” I reached out with my own hand, touching his face.

Apparently that boosted his ego a bit because he said “Oh I know…” A pause then “They say drunk words are sober thoughts…” 

“Yeah….” Too nervous to say anything else. 

I was looking everywhere but him and he was probably questioning it. 

Fingertips reached out and swept the hair out of my face. With one hand, he touched my jaw, bringing me face to face with him. There was a sweet look on his face and my heart melted. Leaning in ever so slowly, he placed a tender kiss on my lips and my hands clenched in nerves. It was a kiss I’d never experienced before and I wanted more but he pulled back. 

I furrowed my brows as I watched him get up, grabbing our plates to take them to the kitchen. I should have helped but a thought came over me suddenly. 

“Mav…” I said quietly. He turned around and said “Yes?”

I stood from my seat and walked towards him. “What are we going to do?” I asked and he looked confused so I elaborated. “I mean…how is this going to work? You’re my instructor…isn’t that against the rules?”

At that revelation, I was scared he was going to put an end to this before it even began. I didn’t want this to end even though not much had happened. 

“Ahh…well we all know I’m not a stickler for rules.” Maverick said that in a joking tone but I was serious. I wanted to know how this was going to work. He must have seen it on my face because he dropped what he was doing and walked over to me, grabbing my hands. 

“No one has to know right now….we can make it work if you trust me.” His hand came up to cradle my face and I leaned into it. “You should already know I trust you.” 

“Mmhm…didn’t seem like it the other day.” I opened my eyes and said firmly, “That’s because you pissed me off.” He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it was more intense and I had to clutch the countertop, keeping myself from pouncing on him.

Our mouths moved in sync and I placed one hand on his abdomen, letting myself roam. Maverick pulled back with a smirk and said “Are you feeling me up?” Flames erupted on my face and I said with a small laugh “Maybe.”

“Hmm…I like that.” I laid my forehead against his and said “Good.” 

We stayed like for a moment, soaking it in.

Suddenly Maverick grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards his plane. “Uhh…Mav…what are you doing?” Pete turned around with a wide grin on his face. “I’m taking you up in my plane.” Excitement fluttered through my chest but then I realized that today was still a training day so I spoke up. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be on base training today?” With his usual grin, he said “They can wait.” 

“Wow…really testing the limits there aren’t ya Mav?” I said jokingly. 

“An hour at the max?” He asked and I looked over at the clock on the wall. “Ughh…fine. One hour, that’s it.” I pointed at him, not being able to resist his charm. 

“Let’s go.” He said as he reached out for me with his hand.

I pushed myself onto the wing of the plane, stepping into the plane. I had never been into a vintage plane before and I was somewhat nervous although I was an experienced pilot myself. My concern was the age of this plane but considering Maverick trusted it then maybe I should put some trust in it myself.

I sat in the back seat, in awe of how well preserved it was. Maverick stepped into the plane, helping me get buckled in. 

“You know I could do this myself right? After all, I am a pilot.” I wiggled my brows.

He leaned in, causing my breath to hitch and said “I know, I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”

Shaking my head, I then said “Alright captain, show me what you’re made of!” 

I watched as he got in the cockpit, put his earmuffs on, his voicing coming through mine. “Are you ready?” He asked with a smile in his voice. 

“Never been more ready in my life.”

With that, he started the engine and I could hear the muffled engine in my ear. Oh I could definitely tell it was old but it still seemed in good shape so I relaxed and admired the view as he took off down the runaway.