#i had like two or three fights though that i almost won so i am actually happy with my progress

[thoughtfulseason]

today’s little fencing in club tournament award: not last

#i had like two or three fights though that i almost won so i am actually happy with my progress #and one zero. could have been zero zeros but still good #next time will be even better i’m sure of it #fencing #so it’s 1 win out of 8

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 14)

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notes: this is short and i apologize, but i’ve had an extremely busy day and didn’t have much time to write but i wanted to get this out before tonight’s game!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 WE’VE TAMED THE WILD!

SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT SEASON, MINI-SODA!

tonight, my (and hopeful your) favorite boys in white and red, won the second game in our back to back games with the Wild! making us 2/2 in our games against them this season!

we had a great FIVE goals tonight compared to mini’s measly three! i’m incredibly proud of all 4 of our goals scorers, AND the magical puck that flew into the net on its own about 15 minutes into the first! that was insane, am i right?!

and even more exciting, we only had TWO penalties tonight! 🥹 they’re finally listening to me!

my lil rabid chihuahua almost got into a fight tonight, which would’ve solidified his rabid status! but alas, he did not, and Timo the Train stepped in to defend him— which both spoiled my fun and saved me from heart failure; i’m not sure whether to be mad or grateful, so i’ve decided to be both! never limit your emotions, kids! be dramatic! i promise, it’s fun!

babygirl DID, however, draw a penalty on one of his former bffl’s, moldy boldy, for interference! which took us to the power play and secured dougie’s fantastic goal tonight— which was assisted by none other than the man who snores in my ear every night! giving him his 20TH POINT OF THE SEASON!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, MY LOVE! I’M GONNA KISS YOUR FACE!

tagged holtz_10, tmeier96, lhughes_06, jackhughes, jesperbratt, dougieham, and vitacz15

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lhughes_06 before you say it: i’m not gossiping. i fell.

y/ndevils00 that sounds like something someone that was gossiping would say

lhughes_06 then what would someone who WASN’T gossiping say?

y/ndevils00 idk, i’ve never NOT gossiped. and usually you gossip with me

jackhughes i have so many comments on this, idek where to start

y/ndevils00 you could start by telling me you love me? 🥰

jackhughes mhm i love you- why rabid? why chihuahua? why the snoring? please never call him “moldy boldy�� again

y/ndevils00 i love you too! because you’re a bit feral sometimes! you’re tiny and yappy! i felt like it was pertinent information! i will.

jackhughes I’M TALLER THAN YOU! (wtf does “pertinent” mean?)

y/ndevils00 WHAT DOES THAT MATTER?! (relevant, baby! it means relevant!)

dawson1417 i didn’t do it :(

y/ndevils00 NEXT GAME!

dawson1417 next game!

john.marino97 are you guys just gonna do this after every game until dawson gets a point?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 we’re bound to be right eventually! next game!

john.marino97 i guess i can’t argue with that logic… next game!

tmeier96 i did that for your own good. i could not risk him getting hurt because then you’d be sad

y/ndevils00 but a fight would’ve been entertaining!! if you’re gonna prevent a fight then you have to at least have one of your own! those be the rules!

tmeier96 i’ll keep that in mind??

nicohischier thanks for facetiming me and giving me a play-by-play run down of every single thing that happened

nicohischier i think i could’ve gone without the jack comments though

y/ndevils00 wdym? you DIDN’T want me to tell you how hot he looked? that’s YOUR boyfriend too, ya know!

nicohischier nope. i can guarantee it’s not!

y/ndevils00 i have photographic evidence

nicohischier pictures of us hugging to celebrate a win or goal is not “evidence”

y/ndevils00 i have about 475,000 people who think otherwise

nicohischier your followers don’t count

y/ndevils00 i have about 2* people who think otherwise

nicohischier neither do merc or johnny

y/ndevils00 *i* think otherwise

ehaula i wouldn’t necessarily say we started listening to you, i think we just did pretty good at staying out of the box this game

y/ndevils00 why do you do this? do you not wanna be my favorite uncle?

ehaula i’m your favorite uncle regardless. don’t lie.

trevorzegras go hughesy! that’s my best friend!

y/ndevils00 yeah? well he’s MY boyfriend, so HA!

trevorzegras this wasn’t a competition, y/n. you don’t need to assert your dominance

y/ndevils00 sorry, i had a nightmare last night

trevorzegras about what?

jackhughes that i realized i was in love with your “slutty ways” and i left her for you

trevorzegras aww, y/n! you’re intimidated by me and jack’s love!

y/ndevils00 i actually just know you’re a slut

trevorzegras all i’m hearing is that you’re jealous of me

y/ndevils00 then get your ears checked

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[moethewriter]

Your fics are so so so good. I love the introspection so much. Could you do #30 on the angst prompt with finnick, if you want? thank you!

Hey Anon! Thanks for the compliment! Of Course I can. This one actually took me a hot second to think of an idea for! But I hope you enjoy it! -- TITLE: The Things We Need Most WORD COUNT: 1.1K WARNING: Fighting, not sure if anything else is worth noting under here but if there is let me know and I'll change it! TAGS: Introspection cause its me, fighting and arguing, two idiots being idiots. READER IS FEM CODED!!! Only because it made the most sense with the plot that came to mind! SUMMARY: Sometimes what you needed most was right in front of you ... A/N: Hello again all! The reader in this is fem coded just for the sake of the plot, it made more sense! Thanks for enjoying my work so far everyone! Hope you enjoy this one too, and as always I take constructive criticism so please feel free to leave that!

“You can’t tell anyone.” You said, furiously crossing your arms as though you were a petulant child arguing over bedtime. You thought if anyone could understand, he would, but apparently you had thought wrong.

“The hell I can’t!” He laughed, a small harsh little laugh that didn’t suit him at all. He was looking at you, his eyes boring into your soul, holding nothing but hurt, fear and frustration in them.

“You think I’m going to sit here and let Mags or Annie go back into that arena? Absolutely not, I can’t let that happen.” You snapped, a red tinge growing over your face as anger filled your bones. “You can’t seriously think that either of them are even prepared to step back into there. You and I both know that they’re not! So get off your high horse and keep this secret like I asked you too!”

When you had been reaped, Mags had been your mentor. Finnick had tried to disagree but with the friendship you two had, you knew it wouldn’t be wise. If he lost you, like you had almost lost him, he would be distraught. You were distraught when he had left for his games, nothing seemed to be okay after that. 

But Mags had stepped up, and she got you every sponsor she could. She took care of you and helped you make it out of there alive, back to Finnick, to her and your family. 

You hadn’t met Annie officially until you had turned eighteen, and she, seventeen. Finnick had introduced you both and you had clicked instantly. She became like the sister you never had and then it became the three of you. Annie hadn’t returned the same after she had been reaped and won her games. But Finnick and you had always been there for her, and you would be there for her now.

“If I march in there and tell them what you’re doing, you think they’re going to allow you to put your life on the line for them! They would never allow you to sacrifice yourself for them, you know!” He shot back, running a hand through his hair, roughly. 

“It’s not their choice, Finn! It’s mine. I am actively making this choice alone. You can’t sit here and seriously say you wouldn’t do the same!” An exasperated laugh passed through your lips, as you looked away from him.

Obviously no one wanted to be in this situation, everyone had been promised to be left alone after they had won. Of course Snow could never allow that for any Victors, with how he operated with them after the games. He couldn’t let his little puppets not be punished, he was incapable of sympathy.

“I would take their places in a heartbeat, you know! I would never have any of you going back there if I could!” Finnick said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Neither of you could stand to look at one another, both far too worked up than the situation called for, in your opinion. For the first time in a very long time you didn’t understand what was going through his head. Why was he shooting back at every opportunity, did he think that there was a chance you wouldn’t survive, did he not have that faith in you anymore?

“If you think I’m incapable of doing this, then you need to tell me. Don’t sit there and bullshit your way around things and not give me an answer to why you don’t want me back there. Because I know it’s not just because you're worried.” You said, a cross look passing over your face. You were done yelling, and fighting. You just needed to know what was going on. “If you can’t tell me then you need to let it go, and not tell anyone what I’ve told you here tonight. You need to respect me enough to keep that secret like I’ve asked of you.” 

He looked at you, biting his lip gently. He hardly did that anymore.

“Y/N.” He sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself. “It’s not that I think you couldn’t do it, or wouldn’t be strong enough. You’re the bravest person I know, and one of the strongest. I guess in a way this is selfish … the reason I don’t want you back there. I can’t lose you. We’ve almost lost each other at least once … I can’t feel that again.” He whispered, and you could see the tears welling in his eyes.

“But I can’t be okay with losing Annie or Mags, Finnick. I’m barely okay with the thought of losing you.” You reached out to cup his face, gently.

He looked so much younger like this, more like the boy you had met all those years ago.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“I …. Finnick.” Your voice was tinged with sadness, and you had no idea what to say at this moment.

Finnick had never left your side from the moment you two had met. He had been there through every single major moment of your life. The day you had your first heartbreak, when you had broken a bone, he had held your hand through the reaping ceremony. He was the piece you had been missing. You couldn’t remember life before him, though you were sure you wouldn’t want to. He was everything to you.

And somewhere between then and now … perhaps you had both fallen in love with one another.  

Of course you had loved Finnick from the moment you had been ten years old, when he had challenged you to a swimming contest and you won. You hadn’t embarrassed him, or that’s what he had always said, but you ended up taking a liking to each other. .

From that moment on you two had become inseparable, there was never one of you without the other. He had changed your life for the better, and you had always hoped you made an impact on his too. 

“I love you too.” You admitted after moments of silence. “I think I always have but there was never a right time to say it.”

“No time like the present.” Finnick chuckled, small and gentle. His hands came up to cup yours, warmth radiating from him.

“I don’t think days before the reaping of the Quarter Quell is the best, but I’ll take it.” You smiled. “Kiss me?”

All he had needed was permission. He leaned down, gently slotting his lips with yours as you brushed your thumb against his cheeks.

Minutes felt like seconds and before you knew it he had pulled away from you, eyes no longer shining with tears but pure … love and joy.

“If you go back in there, both of us are coming out. Got it, L/N.” Finnick said, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“Got it, Odair.” You laughed against his chest. 

You didn’t know what the two of you did next, you barely had a clue of what would happen tomorrow … but this was the start of something beautiful. You could feel it.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #the hunger games #hunger games #moeswriting #writing #angst #please enjoy

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A soft evening at Christmas times with Mason

Warnings: Fluff! Like sickly sweet, almost annoyed myself whilst writing it

Notes: Just a lil Christmas imagine ❤ Not been writing a lot recently because there has been a lot now before holidays. Also Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! It's not the best but I wanted to post something so I tried to do something easy. Maybe a lil cheesy but anyway🤫

"What do you wanna do?" he questioned, head tilted back to look at you as you stood behind the sofa he was sat on. Your hands resting on either side of his head as you smiled down at him.

"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" you hummed.

Mason huffed at your returned question furrowing his eyebrows at you

"I asked you so you choose"

"Mason" you laughed, threading your hands through his hair, his frown turning into a content smile as you did, nails gently scratching over his skull.

"Well okay then" you huffed jokingly, tugging a little on his hair

"What about going to the store to buy snacks, order pizza and watch Christmas movies?" you hummed, mirroring his adoring smile that lit up his face at the suggestion.

It was already fairly late, Mason had been on an evening training, the last before three days of Christmas break until the prem started again.

"Sounds lovely" he beamed, quickly standing up to get ready.

You'd decided to walk since he lived really close to the store and it felt better than taking the car. Walking hand in hand as he filled you in on the latest gossip in the team, talking about Kai and Sophia who wanted to meet up and a recent call with Timo and before you knew it you were in the store, Mason hooking onto a basket whilst holding your hand tight in the other.

He usually never shopped himself, rarely had anything bought but since you and him had started to date and you'd spent more and more time at his place you'd required some stuff for the fridge, rather cooking in than ordering out.

"No please no, we always have gummy bears" Mason groaned making you pout as you flashed him the huge bag you'd found. "But I want them" you whined, blinking up at him as innocently as you could.

"I want something else" he grunted stubbornly, your eyes rolled, throwing the big bag in the basket on Mason's arm which made him whine in response.

"Just pick up whatever you want too, I want more anyways stop being whiny" you huffed, flicking his forehead with your forefinger and even though he tried to hide his smile with a fake frown the smile soon broke out on his face regardless making you snicker.

"Sod off"

Laughter spilled out of you at his childish pout. "Awh poor baby, do you need to pay for an extra bag of candy?" you mocked, squeezing the material of his hoodie "What, why am I paying for your disgusting candies"

"Because I don't have my wallet" you deadpanned, his face gaining a fake sour look.

"I'll pay for pizza" you quickly promised, kissing his cheek lovingly but he only chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head "No you wont, I think I can handle it"

"Shut up and let me pay for pizza or I won't get my disgusting candies" you halfheartedly threatened, knowing that he would never let you put the bag back now. Your words caused his eyes to roll. "My gosh, fine" he muttered but you knew he would still put up a fight when the moment was in to pay but you had at least won the fight for the moment.

You searched the candy isles, Mason picking up crisps and two more bags of candy before making your way to the register.

"Oooh look they have polka" you gushed, your eyes widened as you eyed the candy "Oh and Mint chocolate"

You were too distracted eyeing the candy to notice Mason looking at you in complete adoration, a loving smile on his face as you walked closer to the shelf.

"Alright, are we done?" You mumbled after letting the candy go with your eyes, turning to Mason who nodded "You not gonna get any?"

"Nah I already got my candy" you smiled, patting his shoulder as you walked to the drinks, picking out two Christmas beers and Christmas soda not noticing Mason taking one of each of the candy into the basket.

When you walked out of the store it was snowing, big flakes wirling around in the darkness.

You walked in silence for a while, just observing the beautiful surroundings, pointing out stuff to each other.

When you'd made your way up the hill and outside the house you dropped your bags stepping out in the snow of the garden.

"What are you doing?" Mason laughed as he looked at you, standing with your face bent up towards the sky, tongue poking out "I'm trying to catch the snowflakes" you exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh wow, of course" Mason snickered ironically, following your example, sticking his tongue out towards the sky.

"I caught one!" he cheered, showing you the small flake on his tongue before it melted away. You laughed with him as you straightened up, turning to face him with a bright smile on your face

His smile reflected in his eyes, hands wrapping around your body as he brought you closer to him

"I love you" you hummed, staring into his brown warm eyes.

His lips meet yours sweetly and lovingly, no rush and no passionate heat just pure love and intimacy making your whole body melt despite the cold that sippered through the wetness in your jumper.

"I love you" he mumbled as you let go for a second, lips still brushing the others. "But you're shaking, should we go inside?" he grinned a pout making it's up to your face

"Fine but only because I'm freezing cold" you gave in, feeling the coldness get to you

"but first I wanna make snow-angles" you beamed, Mason laughed but laid down next to you in the snow as you started to create an angel print in the snow before rushing up. Shaking by the cold and you both quickly picked up your shopping bags before laughing running into the house.

After a relaxing hot shower together you got changed, stealing one of Mason's many hoodies and your warm sweats plus fluffy socks. When you walked downstairs Mason was already in the kitchen sweatpants and hoodie on while he worked on your evening snacks. Hot cocoa on the stove and in the making of pouring all of your now many snacks into bowls.

"Ah there you are" Mason smiled, looking over his shoulder as you sauntered into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist, looking under his arm to watch what he was doing.

"What, when did you take that candy?" you giggled as you saw the chocolate and polka you had eyes before, grinning up at your boyfriend who feigned innocent.

"I don't know, they must've just... jumped into the basket"

"I love you" you laughed, pecking his chin and the skin you could reach from the awkward position.

"I already ordered Pizza, I ordered the regular hope that was okay" he smiled, kissing the top of your head before you stepped away slightly. "Mason" you whined, pinching his side stubbornly

"What?!" He exclaimed, jumping further from you "I was supposed to pay!"

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot" he mused but his smile said something else. "You always say that and it's always a lie"

"I don't see the big deal honey, I pay, I have money and you can spend your money on something better"

You let out a huff off annoyance but you couldn't be too annoyed at him when he looked at you the way he did. "Fine but I will pay some day!" you declared as he laughed, walking to gather the pizzas. "Sure you will love"

You settled in the couch, resting alongside Mason, cuddled up under one of your massive blankets.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" you asked him but he only shrugged "I don't know"

"Love actually or the Polarexpress" you decided making him chuckle pouting his lips in a thinking manner

"What about both?"

You beamed up at him, settling on to begin with Love Actually since it was on the front page. One of his arms was around you, holding you close whilst the other one was used to shovel pizza and candy into his mouth.

It felt nice to just be cuddled up, chatting alongside the movie and just enjoying a very calm and still night in. Mason couldn't tell the last time he'd had such a calm nice night. If he didn't travel, have games or late training he was obliged to visit family or go out with friends, times like these were rare and maybe that's why you both were so grateful for it.

#footballer imagine #footballer fanfiction #footballer fanfic #england nt #mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #football imagine #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount christmas

[runnning-outof-time]

The House’ll Burn Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @asherlockfandom

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy picks a fight with the wrong person and in return reeps the consequences that get hurled both to his face and through his suits.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2475

A/N: I was a bit stuck on this one at first but I think I like how it came out. I hope you do too. Enjoy! :)

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The bell to the store rang, signifying that someone had entered the shop. (Y/N) dropped what she was working on and hurried out to the storefront so that she'd be able to greet whoever it was that had entered.

She was met with a man, who was wearing a rather nicely fitted three piece suit, standing at the counter. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly as she approached the counter.

"Yes, my suits should be ready," the man responded, clearing his throat after he was finished speaking.

"Ok, I will go retrieve them for you," (Y/N) nodded her head, "what name are they under?"

"Shelby," the man responded. (Y/N) nodded again before leaving the counter to go into the back room.

She pulled the correctly labeled suits off of the racks and then returned to the front. After checking the prices and adding them up, she asked him for his payment.

"Oh I don't pay for suits," he told her with a slight shake of his head.

"Excuse me?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised out of shock. Was he being serious?, she thought to herself.

"My suits are on the house, or the house burns down," he told her, his deeply mysterious attempt to be threatening almost making her want to laugh.

"Listen, sir...I don't know who you are, or why you think that you can threaten me into allowing you to take these suits for free, but I won't let anybody, not even the King, take the things that I've worked very hard on and deduce them to free merchandise," she told him, her eyes wide and angry as she spoke.

"I don't think you understand because it seems like you're new here..." the man started, looking her up and down with a stony expression, one that she didn't waver under, "but I am a very powerful man in this city. So powerful, in fact, that what you may think I am threatening you with, I am actually promising you that I will do."

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in an incredulous nature, finding it hard to believe that this man was talking to her like he was mightier than God himself. She crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare for a few moments before finally speaking. "I guess the house'll burn down then, because I am not letting you take those suits for free. The previous owner of this shop may have allowed it, but I most certainly will not. I know the value of my work, and I will hold every person's purchase up to that value. If you don't like that, then you can kindly leave and take your business elsewhere...but I guarantee that you won't find someone who's able to do the level of work that I am."

The man had nothing to say in response to her statement, so the two just stood in their place and stared at each other for a few moments. (Y/N) wasn't about to give up her ground. She'd fought hard to become the respectable tailor that she was today, and she wasn't going to let this man walk all over her reputation. If she started giving this one person his things for free, she’d surely have her entire clientele wanting the same treatment.

After a few more silent moments, the man reached into his pockets and pulled out a small roll of banknotes. "I'll get you your change," (Y/N) said, pleased that she'd won the battle with him.

"Keep it," the man brushed her off, even though there was way more than the required amount wrapped up in the roll.

"What's your name?" (Y/N) asked then, a slight hint of curiosity present in her voice, "so that I know who I'll be wary of when orders are placed."

"Thomas Shelby," the man answered as he then grabbed his suits and turned to exit the shop, "and believe me, Miss (Y/L/N)...you will need to be wary of those orders," he told her, his last ditch effort to be threatening, or so (Y/N) perceived it as.

"Oh I will be," she responded back in a sarcastic tone, glaring at the back of his head as he turned again to leave the shop. She let out a huff of annoyance as the bells dinged again...customers can be so hard to deal with sometimes.

A little over a week later, Thomas Shelby returned to (Y/N)'s store. "Can I help you with something, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised slightly as she came out of the back to meet him at the counter.

"Yes. I need you to answer me a question," he responded, the tone of his voice telling her that he wasn't too happy at the moment.

"And what may that be?" she asked him, keeping the same airy tone as before.

"Why are the measurements of this suit incorrect?" he asked his question then, holding up the suit that he had brought with him for her to see.

"I don't know what you mean..." (Y/N) trailed off, a shocked look on her face. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant...she just wanted him to spell it out for her. She was having quite the fun time getting a rise out of him.

"I specifically asked for the trousers to come to my ankle...these stop several inches above it," he laid out his complaint, motioning to the article of clothing for added effect.

"Ahh, I see," (Y/N) nodded her head as she also looked at the garment in question, "well, you were insisting that I do your work for free, and I figured that if you wanted it to be like that; I'd do work that doesn't require a payment in return," she explained the reason behind her intentional alteration to his request. Tommy sent her a look of astonishment, one that made her chuckle.

"You think this is funny?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

"I do," she answered him, not cowering away from his intimidating tone.

"You must forget who I am," he continued, not letting her carelessness for the situation waver his bravado.

"Oh no," (Y/N) shook her head, "I know exactly who you are, Mr. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. You run the ruthless razor gang here in Small Heath. Yeah...I asked around about you, and I quickly found out how you use fear tactics to get what you want without having to give monetary compensation in return; even though you are more than well-off enough to give back to the city. You told me last time that your suits were on the house, or the house would burn down, and I told you that you could go ahead with your decision...so tell me, Mr. Shelby...why hasn't my shop been set ablaze?" she ended her monologue in an innocent tone, her eyebrows raised in intrigue as she leaned against the counter to get a closer look at him.

Tommy took a few minutes to respond. He didn't expect for this to happen. He didn't expect for this unknown woman to be such a thorn in his side. His mind wasn't coming up with something to do, and it infuriated him. So he held her gaze and tried his best to keep up his menacing look as he spoke in a low tone, "just do better fucking work, eh?" he told her, his eyebrows raising to accentuate his statement.

"Or what?" she countered, still not finished with the fight, "will you go to someone else? Oh, maybe that no-name tailor on the North Side?" she continued in a mocking tone, pausing to hear his answer. She smirked when he didn't give one. "That's what I thought...you won't go anywhere else because you know that my work is the best in town. And it'll be even better for you, if you fucking pay me," she ended her statement with a serious look, showing him that she wasn't going to be submitting to his wishes without a fight.

The two held each other's stares for a few more tense moments before Tommy broke away, deciding that he'd be the one to leave the situation. He was not normally one to back down from a fight, but he was sensing that this would be a marathon rather than a sprint. So he stepped away from the counter and began walking towards the door.

(Y/N) didn't let him leave without one last word though. "Next time you come in here to pick up your suits, make sure you ask for me...I will not let you intimidate my employees into submitting to your demands," she told him as she once again glared at the back of his head while he left the shop.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor, one of the shop's workers, called for (Y/N) as he entered the back room.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked up from the project she was working on.

"Mr. Shelby is here. He's asking for you," Trevor responded, motioning his thumb to the front of the store then.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"It's Mr. Shelby though, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor disagreed with what her decision was.

"And that means that I should drop everything I'm doing and wait on him?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows, "I've got to finish what I'm working on and then I'll come out and see what he needs," she then explained her plan to him.

"Ok, Miss (Y/L/N)," Trevor nodded his head before he went back out to the storefront.

(Y/N) focused on her project until Trevor came back in again. “Is he waiting?" she asked him.

"Yes, he's waiting," Trevor answered with a nod, "I'm not waiting out there with him though," he added as he then moved over to start organizing the racks.

(Y/N) only chuckled at his statement before she began putting the final touches on the jacket she'd been tailoring. Her task took her several minutes, and once she felt that she'd done her best work, she placed her tools down and stood from her station. She then took a deep breath and composed herself before going to deal with the customer she'd so affectionately been calling the 'thorn in her side'.

"Mr. Shelby..." she greeted him with as much as a smile as he could muster, "what can I do for you today?"

"You say that you are the best tailor in Small Heath, but yet my jacket that I picked up yesterday is missing its liner," he outlined his complaint, showing her the problem then as he held up the jacket in question.

(Y/N) bit on the inside of her cheek to try and stop the pleasurable grin from forming on her face. "Well, Mr. Shelby, this is what you're going to get if you..."

"Stop," Tommy cut her off before she could finish her statement, "you're going to say that this is because I insisted that my suits were on the house, and I don't need to hear it," he told her, his tone letting her know that he wasn't in the mood for her sarcastic comments.

"You want my best work, you pay me full price," she stated, her eyebrows raised to show that she was also serious.

Tommy held her stare for a few moments before he looked away with a sigh. He then reached into his suit jacket and produced a stack of banknotes that were fastened together with a band. Without a word, he placed them down on the counter between him and (Y/N).

“What’s this for?” (Y/N) questioned with a slight tinge of shock in her words, “I was expecting a matchbook and some gasoline,” she then added, wanting to get yet another dig in at the man who had been causing her many headaches since she’d met him several weeks ago.

“Drop the snide remarks, would you?” Tommy asked her, getting a little annoyed at the fact that she was still ragging on him. “That’s for my suits…for past payments and future business,” he explained the reasoning behind the large sum of money that was sitting on the counter.

“Why?” was what (Y/N) asked next. She had to admit that she felt slightly saddened by the fact that he was waving the white flag on this little war they had going on. She was only just getting started with him.

“Because I have more important things to worry about than if my suit is going to come out looking right. I can’t keep going into business worrying about if I’m going to be dressed like a buffoon or not.”

“Huh…” she trailed off, looking down at the money as she took in his statement. “Well, Mr. Shelby, this is rather nice of you to do,” she then said, looking up at him again as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Good, now I better be getting the same level of attention on my suits that my brothers are getting,” he stated, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“You will most certainly be getting the same attention now,” (Y/N) assured him with a nod.

“Good. Thank you,” Tommy also nodded, feeling more at peace now that one of his unnecessary problems had been cleared up.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) echoed his gratitude as she motioned to the money between them. Tommy nodded as he glanced down at what she was referring to. “Do you need anything else, Mr. Shelby? I’d be happy to assist you,” she then asked him, her voice taking on the polite tone that she used with all of her customers…the one that she would now use with him, too.

“I’m ok for now, Miss (Y/L/N),” he declined her help before he then stepped away from the counter to go to the door.

(Y/N) looked down at the money as he exited the shop, and she had to pinch herself to see if that had actually happened. The banknotes were still present after she did, so she picked them up and brought them right back to the safe in the back room. There was no way that she was going to let all that hard earned money sit out in the front register. She went back to her work once it was stowed, a smile on her face as she started the next project. Her persistence had paid off…not even the ‘king of Small Heath’ was able to keep standing up to her. She considered that to be a major victory in her book.

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[donaweasley]

Everything is Fair in Love and War

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Plot:

You had met the twins at Hogwarts; you’re a year junior to them. Although you are best friends with both of them, you cannot help your heart’s inclination towards the younger one. During one of your stays at the Burrow, some feelings threaten to spill out but…will they?

Warnings: None, really. Just some high school mischief and fluff.

Read time: ~11 mins

Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!

Next Chapter: A Walk in the Dark

The three of them - Fred, George and (Y/N) - were hanging out in the twins' room. Ron and Ginny were confined to the kitchen by their mother, courtesy of the fight they had earlier in the morning.

"Freeedd!" Mrs. Weasley's sharp voice shot through the house.

Fred groaned while the other two chuckled, knowing very well that he was only one step away from being pushed into a chore.

"What is it, mum?" He asked in an almost equally loud voice.

"Come down here, I need you to put these dishes on the shelves."

"But Ron and Gin are already there!"

"They already have enough to do. Just get down before I shout myself sore."

"I'm keeping (Y/N) company! She's our guest."

"One of you would be enough to keep her company for a while. Now get down here before I confiscate your broom!"

The last three words finally urged Fred to move towards the door. George and (Y/N) sniggered only to receive a death glare from him before he wearily walked out.

"See, told you I'm mum's favourite twin", George smirked, and plopped down on the vacant space that Fred had left beside her.

"Ha ha ha. Yes, I can see that everyday."

"Do I smell sarcasm?"

"Do you?" She sniffed the air. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Huh! Whatever you say, darling, I know I'm the favourite one. And not just for mum." With the last word he leaned in slightly, and playfully kicked her leg while giving a smug look.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm up because no matter how much she denied, he was right. He was definitely her favourite twin, too. But the questions that clouded her mind were, "Does he know that I have a crush on him? Shit!! How? Am I that obvious?"

If he knew, there would have been nothing more embarrassing and painful to be teased by both brothers only to eventually face rejection.

No. Not happening!

She mustered her courage, gathered all her emotions that were scattered around George Weasley, and decided to play cool.

To push her rising discomfort away, she kicked him back. Lightly.

"In your dreams, Weasley!" (Y/N) tried to sound vain but facepalmed herself mentally when the words sounded pretty shy.

Idiot me!

George simply laughed and kicked her again. This went on to and fro for a while until he accidentally hit a little hard.

"Aah!" She shouted and tried to kick him harder but George had much quicker reflexes than she’d probably ever have. (Y/N) immediately found her legs wrapped in his, unable to move them at all.

"Leave me, Weasley!"

He simply laughed at his friend’s miserable state. Now, George has this infectious laugh that always left its effects on her.

And soon, through an avalanche of laughs cascading from both of them, she was hitting his arms and back.

There were rare, almost zero incidents, when (Y/N) had actually won a fight with either of the twins. The only way she could win was emotionally. Sometimes. Their tall and strong frames effortlessly dominated her on any given day.

And the same happened again.

She was already partially imprisoned by George. The remaining of her limbs were soon held tightly in his hand. In one hand.

Oh! Why am I so tiny before them!!

She tried to jerk herself free but in vain. Obviously.

"George!! Let go of me!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

He made a face as though he received the biggest shock of his life.

"What?? That was just...just...a touch! I'm sure you barely felt it!"

"No, it was not! Now", She was grunting by then, trying to free herself, although she would never confess that she was rather enjoying it thoroughly, "leave me, buffoon!"

"I'd expect some respect, missy!"

"Okay, how about", she pretended to think, "baboon? You have the exact same kind of limbs. And face, too!"

"What? Are you blind? You call this handsome and charming man a baboon?"

"Hah! You are very delusional, I must say then!"

"M not! You're mental, I must say then."

"George", She drawled out his name, "you're so taallllll! Look at me. I'm so tinyyyy! Let me goooo." She tried to make puppy eyes and pout.

He sighed. "Alright. Say 'please'."

The girl pursed her lips and looked away. That, she wasn't going to say.

"I didn't hear anything yet!"

"Fine then. I won't say it. Keep me holding all day long. Your mum will come to my rescue", she shrugged.

"Okay!" And he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and started tickling.

"Not fair!" She squirmed and shouted, trying desperately to free herself but failing.

"Y’know it: everything's fair in love and war", he panted as he tried to keep a tight hold on his prey and continue his torture.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?" (Y/N) was laughing like a maniac by then. Her cheeks and tummy were hurting.

"No, darling! I’m in love with yo-"

He almost mumbled the last few words. The most important words, at least to (Y/N). And then he stopped abruptly. Both in words and actions.

Her head shot up to face him.

What the hell was that? What did he just say? Did he mean it?

(Y/N)’s thoughts were screaming and running wild inside her head. She could feel her ears burn.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who went red in the face. George's face was as red as hers was.

They sat frozen, with her still locked in his grip.

"I... I...", George tried to say something. She wanted to hear something. That thing. But all they could do was stare into each other's eyes.

"Is this the moment then?" she thought. "Will he... Shall I... Does he..."

But alas! Before any of her wishes could come true, George snapped out his trance. He quickly released her from his grip, and looked at the floor, thus snapping her out of her trance as well. Suddenly they both found the floor pretty interesting.

There was an awkward silence looming in the room. (Y/N) felt thrilled, disappointed, hopeful, shy - all at the same time. It was like her mind was having an emotional indigestion.

Shoving all thoughts behind into the closet of her mind, she turned towards him.

"Let's go dow-", they both said together. Thankfully, the laughter that followed, although a nervous one, chased the heavy and uncomfortable silence away, making the air easy and breathable again. But the hint of pink that had settled on their cheeks wasn’t going anywhere easily.

He got up and offered her his hand. "Downstairs", he smiled.

"Downstairs", she agreed and took his hand.

---

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

"Aah!"

"Leave me, Weasley!"

"You should've thought before you started hitting me."

"I didn't start! You did! You kicked me first."

"What?? That was just..."

Fred looked at his mother with an exaggeratedly helpless face, "See, mum. This is exactly why I didn't want to leave them alone. One of them is going to get hurt."

"Okay, how about...baboon?"

Molly sighed and shook her head while Ron and Ginny exchanged funny glances.

"Oh! So, we’re at war, are we?"

"No, darling! ..."

And then there was silence. An abrupt silence. All of them paused their work and looked up towards the twins' room.

"D'you think one of them is dead?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Oh! Shut up, Ron! George must have hit (Y/N) and now he's regretting it", Ginny justified. "He's going to regret it so much!!" Her eyes lit up with the idea of her friend taking revenge on her brother.

"Did they finally kiss?" Fred quipped.

Three pairs of wide eyes shot towards Fred.

"Bloody hell!"

"Already?"

Molly simply gasped.

Fred threw his hands up in the air. "Just guessing!"

All the Weasley's could clearly see what (Y/N) and George could not: that they fancied each other. A lot. So, it wasn't the idea of them being together that shocked them but the thought that they could finally see through their friendship and acknowledge their feelings was what left them speechless.

The more the silence lingered the higher their curiosity peaked until they heard footsteps descending the stairs.

All eyes were fixed on the stairs, waiting to find an answer and cool down the questions that were bubbling in the pits of their stomachs.

---

George and (Y/N) made their way downstairs rather quietly, hand-in-hand though. Holding hands was perfectly normal for them but the silence was unusual, unless they were on to some mischief. And it felt pretty weird. The unspoken tension between the two was still hanging in the air, and her stomach churned at the thought of the possibilities that might be going on in George's mind.

As they reached the final flight of stairs, (Y/N) realised that the rest of the family were staring up at them as though they were anticipating a dinosaur to descend into the living room. George, too, had evidently noticed it because he stopped in his tracks, trying to gauge the situation.

"You all okay?" He asked with furrowed brows.

(Y/N) was sure she noticed Molly's eyes flick between their faces and their interlocked hands. But before she could even think "why", she was knocked off her feet.

"Did you two kiss?" Ron blurted out.

"What??" They shouted in unison.

As if the existing tension wasn't enough, it felt like thunder had exploded between them, exactly where George and (Y/N) were standing. With a jolt, they released each other's hands and stepped away as much as the staircase would allow them to. The pink on their cheeks turned to deep red, and she found herself at an utter loss of words.

What a ridiculous question!! In front of Molly? In front of Molly?? In front of George? What would he be thinking? What if he's so embarrassed that he never speaks to me again? 

Wait! Why did Ron say so in the first place?

Her train of thoughts got interrupted by a flustered George shouting at his little brother, "Have you gone bonkers?? Why the hell would you say so?"

"So, you did not?" Fred sounded sceptical.

(Y/N) stepped forward boldly, "Of course, not! Why are you all looking at us like this?" In contrast to her bold step, her words came out in a squeak.

"Oh! Nothing!" Molly looked as though she had suddenly returned to Earth. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the whole situation. "Carry on", she said, and went out of the house casually as if nothing that had happened was out of place.

George and his partner-in-crime, both utterly baffled, looked at each other, trying to make out what just happened. None of them had the slightest clue.

They went down the remaining steps very cautiously, as if the slightest action might trigger another weird question. All the siblings were pretending to work diligently but their faces gave away the knots in their minds. Gingerly, they made their way to Ron, knowing that he'd be a much softer target than either Ginny or Fred.

"Ronnie?" (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" His voice was absolutely cool as though nothing odd had happened.

"D'you mind explaining?" George stood facing his brother.

"What?"

"Ron", George almost growled which startled us all.

"Okay! Okay!"

Through a rush of words, he explained their ideas and speculations, ultimately leaving both George and (Y/N) red-faced again.

When he had finished, Ron received a good smack on the back of his head, the action instantly reminding them of Snape.

"I didn't say anything! He did!" Ron shouted, pointing towards Fred.

"Uuuhhh...I was just... guessing?" Fred raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"It isn't funny", a red-faced George warned him.

"Noted!" His twin nodded enthusiastically.

The guest in the Burrow didn't know what to say. Or how to react. A part of her was hopping like a little girl because they thought that she and George were a thing. But George here was furious about the whole situation. Her heart dropped. She tried to look annoyed and faked a scoff but probably her eyes gave the disappointment away because she noticed Fred looking at her in a rather odd way.

Little did she know then that George was reflecting her thoughts. That he was pulled into the same whirlpool of conflicts that had messed up her mind.

They sat down at the table to lend a hand to Ron and Ginny while exchanging awkward looks and smiles with each other.

***

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[sweetlittlegingy]

Callsign Cherry: You Can Only Blame Yourself / Prologue

“You are the trailer park and I am the tornado”

🍒 Next Chapter | Callsign Cherry Masterlist

🍒 Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Y/N 'Cherry' Bishop, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Y/n 'Cherry' Bishop

🍒 Word Count: 1.2 k

🍒 Warnings: Parental death, sexism, asshole Jake and Bradley, swearing, breach of trust, talk of virginity loss, loss of friendship (and love...)

🍒 A/n: I have been wanting to show this to you guys for a hot minute. I was fighting between updating Sweet Nothings or posting this... Cherry won lol

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You can hear their laughs before you even get to the locker room, it echoes off the dull hallways, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Being the only girl in the current Top Gun class hadn’t been easy or fun.

The guys had constantly been after you, poking and prodding you in any way to get a rise. You had been lucky though, you had Jake. He had been your best friend since middle school when the pair of you decided to become fighter pilots together. The drive to continue on your family legacy was what pushed you, while Jake was driven by the pure need to get away from his hometown and parents. 

Your father had been a pilot; Captain James Bishop was one of the best fighter pilots of his time. He had been the light of your life and your biggest supporter, though your time with him was cut short. He had been assigned to the detachment just after your seventh birthday; a simple mission that he should have been in and out of.

You could still feel the deep ache in your chest, a seed that took root as you clung onto your mother’s side and two naval officers delivered the news. Looking back, the way that your mother held herself together for you was astounding. Though she couldn’t hide the tears and cries that she released after putting you to bed.

Life continued on like that until your mother passed, and the only reason doctors could give you was that she died of heartbreak. She’d lasted three years, though as you reached double digits, she only faded. It had been just after your tenth birthday, on a warm Sunday morning that you found her. She laid so still in their bed, almost as if she was a porcelain doll and like a porcelain doll, she wasn’t waking up.

Your grandparents had taken you in and moved you from the only home you had ever known. The small naval family you made in California wasn’t the same and Miramar had lost its glimmer and shine. In its place, stood nothing but pain and heartache. Miramar had become a harsh reminder of everything that you lost, everything that you would never have again.

It wasn’t even a month after your mother’s funeral that your grandparents had you on a plane to Texas. Trading your sun-kissed and beach-filled life for cattle and dust-filled land. The one good thing that came from the move was that their house was out in the country and neighbored the Seresin Ranch. Home to your saving grace and soon-to-be best friend.

Jacob Seresin came into your life fast and wild, though with each reckless day a caring night under the stars followed. Slowly Jake had picked up every broken piece of your heart and made you whole again. From that summer and then on, you and Jake were rarely apart. You had become each other’s lifeline.

You guys were a week from completing the program, and you couldn’t be more excited to become a part of the 1% that Top Gun produced. You and Jake had both gone to the academy together and luckily got placed in the same Top Gun class. While you were used to the guys being obnoxiously loud, you weren’t used to your name being the topic of conversation.

“Come on Jake, we all know that she got the callsign Cherry from a nickname you gave her.” There is a round of snickers before the voice continued. “So, when did you pop her cherry? Just want to know what I’m working with.”

You round the corner as the last word falls from the asshole’s mouth, and you’re not at all surprised as you meet Rooster’s gaze. Jake was standing with his back to you, though as Rooster gives you a wink, everyone one in the group turns to look at you.

Your eyes immediately find Jake’s green ones and you wait patiently, eyes pleading for him to tell Rooster off. His silence rings out loud and clear. The dripping water is the only sound that echoes out and you can feel your heart crack slightly.

“Jake?” Your voice is far smaller than you wished, but the emerald eyes you once loved only hold darkness and death.

Your fingers twist as they rest in front of you, and one small sliver of hope reaches out to Jake. Though as he glances back toward Rooster and the surrounding group of guys, your stomach drops, and you swear a silenced whimper bubbles from your chest.

“She not worth the effort boys, believe me, I know.”

Their resounding laughter echoes through the locker room, though your eyes don't move from Jake’s, and the small wink he gives you, splits your heart completely in two. You barely hear how they chant your callsign, your hearing consumed in a high-pitched ringing and for a moment you think that you see Jake grimace. Though the thought is quickly disproven as a harsh, mind-shocking laugh bubbles up freely from his chest.

Jake had known what the name Cherry meant to you; it was one that only your father ever called you. From a young age, you had a love of maraschino cherries and would always ask for a Sherley Temple when out at dinner with your parents. Landing you the endearing nickname from your father.

Jake had started calling you it that first summer you had known each other. He had been over to your grandparent’s house and seen one of the many letters that your dad had written you. You were stunned the first time he called you Cherry, though you didn’t hate it like you assumed you would. You had explained how the name originated and how your father was the only one that called you that. He had apologized, though you ushered him it was fine and from then on you had become Cherry to Jake.

The nickname had transitioned into your callsign after the other pilots had heard Jake call you it. While you thought it would bother you, it didn’t. It was like having a part of your dad with you in the sky. Though hearing it now chanted by the 14 other pilots, a deep anger filled you at the way Jake had so easily tarnished your strongest connection to your father.

You steady yourself and straighten your back, the deep breath that you pull only calms you slightly. You look to Jake then behind him to Rooster, who gives you a cocky grin and you had never wanted to hit a man so much in your life. You watch them both as you step closer to Jake before your gaze focuses solely on Jake.

The surrounding group of men quiet as you raise one hand to rest against Jake’s cheek, each of them waiting to see you finally snap. They had been terrible through the whole program and yet you always managed to hold your composer. Your hand rests against his cheek, in a position that you had done time and time again. Yet this time it felt like the ending, as the 10 years of friendship crumbled beneath your fingertips.

“You brought this upon yourself, remember that.”

Your voice doesn’t waver and the only hint of pain to be seen is the single tear that falls. Though as you turn away and wipe the show of weakness from your face, you vow that any other tears shared between the three of you would be at their expense.

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[bastetwastaken]

Hiya! Congrats on the followers! 😁 they are all well deserved!

For the prompt ask, would you do #14 - "You're so warm"?

If you're open to Mobiumshipping, I'd love to see what you can do with it. But if that's not up your alley, then good ol' fashioned puzzleshipping would be amazing 💖 maybe a "fix it" AU of some kind where everyone's got their own bodies and are just reveling in the fact that they can actually *feel* each other, ya know?

Congrats again!!

Hi friend! Thank you very much for your kind words, you wonderful human <3

Oh, as someone who writes both Monarch and Puzzle I am so very open to Mobium. I love that ship and am currently maybe definitely planning a fic for it.

I love what you asked for, a wonderful opportunity for me to cram oodles of fluff and smooches and soft things into a short piece- and believe me, I really really REALLY had to reign myself in and limit my words for this one cause I could have probably just written about it until the end of time.

So enjoy a little cuddle pile, some light feelings and many smooches. <3 <3

.......

The couch was small, but so were they. 

The three of them fit just fine provided one of them was on their back and the other two on their sides, they'd worked that out fairly quickly. 

Atem was the one on his back this time, he'd won the game they'd been playing and so earned the right to choose where he would like to be in the nightly cuddle pile. 

Yami was on his right, wedged between him and the back of the sofa, his arm folded over Atems stomach, head resting atop it. His legs were wrapped tightly around Atems' own, one thrown over both of his thighs and the other snaked around the back of his knees. 

Yugi was on the other side of him, half on top of him to save falling off the sofa, one arm tucked under Atems head, laying over his shoulders, the other against one of Atems ribs, hand resting over Yami's which sat over Atems heart. Yugi's legs intertwined with both his and Yami's and they were pressed so tightly together that it was starting to become hard to know where one of them began and another ended. 

He himself had the easiest position, his arms hugged both his partners, one hand was tucked under Yami's shirt and the other rested casually against Yugi's hip.  

Atem was content. 

He was happy. 

And that's why he felt about ready to cry. 

The situation he currently found himself in was one he never even dared dream of before. One which he had convinced himself he'd never experience.

He blinked quickly, fighting away the tears. It wouldn't be the first time he'd cried over being alive, being able to touch something, feel something. 

It was overwhelming to him still, but in the best way. Yes, he was touch-starved and he craved even the slightest interaction, but only from the two men with him now. 

Yami was much the same, content to let Atem and Yugi lavish attention on him, touch him and hug him, get close to him…but if anyone else dared to try, he'd do everything in his power to avoid them. 

Atem wasn't quite so dramatic, but he still avoided it where he could. He felt safe with these two wonderful men…that wasn’t the case with anyone outside of this space. 

But anyway- his thoughts were wandering again. 

It was in moments like this where he truly appreciated everything they'd all been through, everything which had led them to this moment, everything to come-his breath hitched.

He felt Yami move restlessly, then he shifted to sit up a little. Atem kept his arm lazily hanging around his waist though, didn't move the hand which rested under Yamis shirt against a warm back. 

"Are you okay?" Yami's voice broke through his thoughts and he turned his head only to be met with a beautiful face so full of concern. 

He managed a small smile, swallowing hard in an attempt to force down some of the emotion he was feeling but by then his other partner had noticed. 

Yugi pushed himself up, almost mirroring Yami's posture but not quite, he remained pressed tight to Atems side, his legs stayed tangled with his and Yugi's hand never moved away from where it rested over Yami's near his heart. 

"Atem?" Yugi's soft voice was a balm to his nerves. 

Yami shifted again, a soft smile on his face as his hand not being held down by Yugi slipped up and into Atems hair, the soft gesture relaxing him. 

"I'm alright." He said quietly, but his tone failed to convince his partners. 

Yami and Yugi shared a look with each other then looked back at him and their movements were so in sync it was almost unnerving. 

"We're here for you." Yugi said.

"Yeah, actually here." Yami added. 

"Talk to us." Yugi continued, his hand moving to join Yamis in his hair, fingers running slowly through the strands. 

"I just…" He started but then paused, because how did he put everything he was feeling into words? How could he possibly explain the way having both of these men here with him made him feel complete in a way he never had before? His hand flattened against Yami’s back, the other gripped Yugi’s hip. "You're so warm." 

The words were out of his mouth before he could think them through and Yugi smiled gently at him, Yami chuckled quietly and he laughed at himself. 

"I mean, uh, yeah…just both of you are so warm." He added awkwardly, knowing that explained nothing but not caring to try to correct himself.

"I understand." Yugi said with a smile, then he turned to Yami and gave him an equally soft smile and the sight made his heart melt. "It's strange, but also just really…familiar too? Right?" 

"Hm." Yami looked back to him and grinned. "I think you mean that we're real." 

"Probably." He agreed. Yami laughed softly. 

"We're all here." Yugi breathed out. Atem saw him move to intertwine his fingers with Yami's over his chest and smiled. "We're just here, and together, and…and yeah…you two are so warm." 

Yami laughed again, Atem couldn't help but join him. His hands shifted, the one under Yamis shirt moved a little higher, the other resting over Yugi's hip tightened its hold and he pulled the other two closer to him. 

"So warm." He sighed happily. "It makes me feel safe being here like this with you two." 

"I've always felt safe with you." Yami said softly. "Even before I truly knew who you were…and you.." Atem watched him turn to Yugi. "You've always kept me safe." 

Yugi blushed, and the sight was a treat to behold from the vantage point he had. 

"Because I care about you…" Yugi said. "Both of you." He added with a look between them. 

"I care about you both too." He said. “Probably more than I can ever express in words.” 

"Same." Yami added with a laugh. 

He smiled, sighing happily again, loving the feeling of the other two over him, around him, just everywhere and warm and real. 

Yugi moved, pulling Yami's hand to his lips, kissing the back and earning a surprised look from the other. He laughed as he watched Yami pout and glare jokingly, then he watched as Yugi moved again, leaning over Atem, his eyes on Yamis lips. 

When the lips of his other two partners met, he didn't feel jealousy, not anymore anyway. Perhaps at first he did, but he realised as time went on that they all cared for each other equally, and it made him just as happy to see the others together as it made him to be with them. 

He moved his hand, fingers brushing against Yami's smooth warm skin under his shirt and he felt the others laugh as he moved away from Yugi and turned to him, a smirk on his face. 

"Oh, don't worry." Yami said. "We never leave you out." 

He was about to argue that he never felt left out, to tell them that he was happy to see them happy regardless of being involved at all, but Yami moved quickly and in one smooth movement he found himself drawn into a sweet kiss. 

Yami kissed as he did all things, with passion, and by this point, they'd shared a handful of kisses now they each had their own bodies, yet still the feeling of actually being able to feel Yami like this threatened to overwhelm him. 

He felt Yugi's hand in his hair, slowly running through the strands, pulling lightly and that was another sensation he really wasn't prepared to feel. 

It was a lot, being a spirit for thousands of years then getting your own body and a second chance at life. 

Thankfully Yugi always knew how to ground him. A hand against his chest, flat over his heart and a few gentle words spoken softly into his ear had his feet firmly back on the ground. 

Yami's legs wrapped tightly around his as the kiss deepened and he was content to relax into it, to let Yami lead him so he didn't have to think too much. 

He felt a hand slip over his, pulling it away from Yami's back and holding tight and he was sure it was Yugi's touch he felt but he didn't really have the headspace to dedicate to that right now. 

Yugi moved against him, lips were pressed to his jaw and then to the side of his neck and he moved away from Yami's lips with a laugh. 

"Impatient much?" Yami teased, moving to press a quick kiss to Yugi's lips which were pulled up into a mischievous smirk. 

Then Yugi turned to him, a hand gently cupped his cheek and his lips were claimed once more. 

Yugi's kisses were a contrast to Yami's, in an amazing way. 

When Yugi kissed him it was soft and slow and tender, but no less passionate than Yami was, Yugi simply manifested that passion in a different way. 

Once again he was struck with the feeling of warmth and rightness. This right here felt right. It was just what he needed. Everything he needed. 

Touch starved as he was, this ran so much deeper than just the primal urge to touch and be touched, no, this was about the bond they shared deep within their souls. 

Their hearts had once been joined in the physical sense and now they were joined in a spiritual way, no longer did they rely on one body, one single experience, one way to interact with the world around them. Now, they could each live as they needed, could experience anything they wanted to. 

Yugi's lips left his, but before he moved away completely he placed several short kisses to his lips and cheek. Atem laughed when Yami joined in, placing quick kisses to the cheek Yugi wasn't and soon the sound of all their laughter filled the small room. 

Once the laughter calmed, Yugi and Yami settled back against him, Yami's head resting against the centre of his ribs, part way down his chest, legs around his, Yugi with his head against one of his collar bones, arm around his waist and hand holding Yami's. 

Atem wound his arms around both of them, pulling his partners closer and sighing happily.

"I'm so glad to be here with you both." He said softly. 

"I'm so glad you're both here too." Yugi said. 

"I'll be glad if you both let me sleep." Was the response from Yami and he laughed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head against Yugi's, a hand finding its way back down Yami's shirt and resting against warm skin.

......

Fancy asking me to write a little thing? You can find the master post with the prompts and a little info on here- Link ^.^

#mobiumshipping #atem #yugi mutou #yami #fanfic #ygo dm #fluffy and sweet #just everyone having a wonderful time #writer asks

[sassenashsworld]

Hi Everybody!

On this Fallout Day, let's me re-talk a little about Silver, my OC

Mainly we can't really talk about an "OC" as Silver IS Nora. She is almost the basic characters of the game but for : her long white hairs and her eyes as green as plutonium

Nick is the person who nicknamed Nora because of the color of her hair. At the very beginning of Fanfiction (ao3 The path of the private), Nora remains a long time in silence just staring at Nick, then as they advance in the story, she says very few words and finally, Nick realizes that he doesn't even know her name. Since it’s so hard to get her to talk, he just nickname her Silver.

This characteristic is based on the fact that the fanfiction is entirely based from my game (survival no cheat -no power armor mostly) and that I realized that the companions often spoke, made comments here and there, but that Nora hardly says a word except few dialogues… and then, the companions and NPC can go in big, long speeches, but not her. I found it amusing to imagine how others perceived such a silent person, thus was born my Fanfiction.

Even if I mainly stick to Nora for this fanfiction, I still used the gray areas of the game to go a little in the Head Canon and I admit that at one point, I added elements out of canon (like the way it was Nora who brought the original Nick Valentine to the CIT).

So, if we are to talk about Nora AKA Silver :

She is a discreet and silent person. She internalizes her traumas and accepts her new reality with a taunt humor, sometimes biting, degenerate if we believe Nick and always according to him, absolutely inappropriate.

Ironically, even if everyone agrees that Nora is beautiful and "well rolled", she has very big problems of esteem and due to the scars that she won in Concord by fighting the Deathclaw, she considers herself downright visually horrible…

She consumes an astronomical amount of whisky. Probably she would choke if she drank water (but in reality she has to drink it since I play survival) and she uses combat drugs…. every fight. It’s a big deal for Nick.

She’s a great shot. Nate taught her to shoot guns before the war and she’s really a natural. She can practically sniper with a . 10mm, and I’m not talking about a riffle. - even if I use the VATS, I admit that I like to empty a place on the scope as far as I can. I played Unreal Tournement when I was younger and I sniped while my teammate went to get the flag. I don’t think I’m exceptional, but Nora is.

Speaking of guns, she has an excessively nervous trigger. She can shoot several bullets before people around her react - yeah, VATS… This combination of skill makes her impress with her shooting skills and that made her reputation.

That, and her shitty nature. Because even though Nora uses humor to deal with her trauma (she must have had a great sense of humor before the bombs), she is very straightforward, doesn't like to waste time and has no tolerance for gratuitous acts of malice. She often tries to reason first, then shoot, but as her adventure progresses in the Commonwealth, new traumas are added that make her lose even more faith in humanity.

She is however not a bad person -eh, otherwise Nick would not be her best friend- and she is always ready to offer a chance to someone who try. But not two, as quickly-before dying-Porter notes.

Speaking of Nuka-World, it is worth mentioning that the excessive use of drugs + the experimental gases of Among the Star caused a seizure to Nora who developed a schizophrenia. I am not an expert on this disease, I mainly use my personal experiences having been with some people with this disease to describe its condition, and I absolutely do not recommend judging a schizophrenia person on my writings. One of my best friends was schizophrenia and refused to seek treatment. I had to cut ties with him three years ago after twenty years of friendships. It is a very difficult state for the person and for the entourage but a person with schizophrenia can get through it and live a normal life, even if it requires a lot of courage and effort… and Nora does the opposite. Then her state are not based on a normal struggling person but based on the worse reactions my friend could have.

Nora has a distinct preference for MacCready, whom she regards as her little brother (and he regards her as his big sister), Hancock, with whom she could have had an affair, in another life, another world, and of course Nick Valentine, who becomes a kind of father/best friend figure. She often admits that without Nick, she would have badly turn. But he keeps her on the straight and narrow.

To Nick’s great damn, she also adores this cursed paladin, Danse, but to his great astonishment, he also ends up understanding the qualities of the man beyond his creed and ends up respecting him.

She also likes and respect Preston a lot, even if they sometimes have conflicts -virulent that she solves viciously- and Sturges is like a brother in arms for her, mechanic side. They love to fix and build things together, two little tinker geniuses.

It is mentioned that Piper is her best friend but Nick rarely attends their meeting and he knows that she spends time with Deacon and likes him a lot but he knows nothing of their exact relationship (as The Path of the Private is written from Nick’s perspective, I can’t say more).

Nora absolutely doesn't know how to deal with Strong and it takes her a long time to get closer to Cait, but she refuses to let them down, also she will plunge head first into Kent’s delirium about the Silver Shroud.

Nora shares a secret with Kelly, the Mayor of Somerville, Clem and a certain Doctor Laslay, but this secret is explored in more detail in the fanfiction Heartbeat of the Commonwealth, co-written with @jasmineofthecommonwealth.

So, if you want to know more about Silver, I invite you to read my fanfiction on Ao3

and of course The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth also on Ao3

PS: I admit that I was learning English at the beginning of my fanfiction and I promise myself one day to rewrite it with the experience I acquired since (mostly thanks to @jasmineofthecommonwealth), but I think it’s legible;)

PPS : The screenshot have been taked from a modded game, not the game from The path of the Private but mostly based on The Heartbeat of the Commonwealth

Have fun!

#fallout 4 #nick valentine #nora #fallout #nora is silver #deacon #hancock #maccready #fallout 4 companions #co-writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #ao3 author #ao3fic #fallout companions #fallout fanfic #fallout oc #curie #cait #codsworth #dogmeat #robert joseph maccready #preston garvey #paladin danse #piper wright #porter gage #struggle #trauma

[exp123mon]

Watched all of Digimon Frontier!

46 - The Digital World, Destroyed!? Lucemon's Dark Reign -I love how they subtley show LordKnightmon's doubts with his questions. No body language or accusations. Just questions. -NEFERTIMON!! I always thought her design was cool as hell. Nice to see her show up. -More nice character moments in the library. I especially liked Tomoki and Junpei's. Then again they're my faves haha -Almost looks like the Royal Knights are actually on the ropes, or at least tied with the boys… then BIG DEMON LIGHT ATTACK AAAAAAAAH -Aaaaaand the big bad is awake. Ruh-roh!! -Angler saves the kids on the barest remains of a track haha. Also they've… built a track to the moon!! Because of course!! DIGIMON!!

47 - The Royal Knights Fall And Then…!! -Lucemon: Hey guys go to. the moon and. um. kill those kids. then i'll give you the key. promise. :3 teeheehee -BABIES BABIES YES!! I hate babies IRL but Digimon babies are JUST ARGH SO GOOD I'm gonna adopt them all -Patamon meets Lopmon and Plotmon TT_TT aaaaaaahahahaah -Dynasmon flying to the moon with LordKnightmon on his back was another great shot. -I'll admit I was surprised when the Royal Knights were actually beaten by the kids! …but unsurprised when Lucemon shows up to nom nom their data haha. -BRUH. I swear to god if I had seen this as a kid when it first aired I would've 100% wanted to smoochalooch Lucemon Falldown Mode. Like Myotismon/Vamdemon back in the day. Now watching it as an adult I'm just like "eww go die loser dork" lol -Paradise Lost is such a goofy attack I LOVE IT!! dude straight up DESTROYS THE MOON THOUGH. three episodes left how the hell they gonna beat this guy. maybe they don't. maybe I unwittingly am watching the one Digimon series where the good guys fail and die haha… ha?

48 - Light and Darkness Become One! Koichi's Last Wish -TT_TT -JESUS it wasn't enough destroying ONE moon but THE OTHER TWO get caught up in the disaster jeeeez -the kids survived on a little meteor!! -magma flying through space?! AND IT MAKES THE INVISIBLE INK APPEAR that was so funny why not just have it IN THE BOOK lol -OMG IT'S SHIBUYA oh turns out Lucemon just wanted a vacation to Japan that's fine then -YES SPIRIT EVOLUTION LET'S GOOOOOO! like sorry but I've missed the other kids using their Spirits so bad haha -The fight begins and the kids get wiped but… Koichi intervenes, protects them… and… -OH MY GOOOOOOD SUSANOOMON!!!!! I wondered earlier like when we first got Hyper Spirit Evolution if they were gonna join at some point AND THEY DID OH YEAH LET'S GO that bit was very good haha -very ballsy to actually like… kill off a main kid though

49 - Fight, Susanoomon - Lucemon Reaches the Human World -OH GOD IT'S THE PENULTIMATE EP!! -Hopefully Lucemon shows up and is just like "um. is this it?? uh. okay." and goes back lol -Susanoomon actually gets thrashed a bit, but isn't dumb enough to fall for Paradise Lost more than once!! It was satisfying seeing Lucemon punched in the face. -NANI. LUCEMON SAID NANI. Anime villains know they're screwed when they gotta break out the NANI?! -I love the touch of Junpei, Izumi and Tomoki shaking after Lucemon's defeat. They're happy and like "yay we won!" but still shook up and terrified. Nice detail. -Oh so even after the holy data is scanned the evil data remains and data can be evil so--OOH LORDY HE BIIIIG!! Junpei just shouting "THIS IS CRAZY!!" when the kids are so small in comparison was funny -Aww, we get the evolution sequences one by one for each kid. It's nice--it'll probably be the last time we see them. Sure it bulks up the run time but it's a cool little "farewell" too. -The rest of the ep is basically a long sequence of Lucemon then the kids returning to the human world and a little chase… then Lucemon unleashes Puragtorial Flame and HOLY CRAP. That sinister ending. Left on the "Obey me or die. Your choice" message in bright red on a black background. Imagine. Imagine like… that was just it. The End. Holy moly haha.

50 - Transcend Time! The Birth of a New Legend -Final episode!! -The kids mope since it seems like it's impossible to stop Lucemon. What can they do???!! Neemon suggests evolving to Susanoomon, but mircles don't happen like that… -EXCPET THE SPIRITS WERE THERE AND IT'S DIGIMON!! So miracles do happen like that!! haha should've listened to Neemon all along fellas -lol the scene where Lucemon erupts out the ground in Shibuya then gets immediately dragged down again… like, imagine the people seeing that. how can they explain that. like, it's not a full on kaiju attack. it's not a monster that appears and hangs around destroying stuff. there's probably little or no video evidence. it's just "rargh grahr!" then vanishes. like. how do you rationalise what you just saw there haha -also Susanoomon's anime model actually looks better than its 3D models and official art? I dunno it just feels a lot more sleek and elegant here. -SURPRISE!! You thought I was a giant demonic dragon monster from hell but I was secretly a disgusting grub in an beach ball!! -aaah the Spirits emerging from Susanoomon and slicing Lucemon up!! Loved it. -The Digital World IS SAVED OMG FINALLY. My blood pressure is plummeting as we speak… it's sad that it's another "you can never return" shtick though, aww. -OMG BOKOMON CHASING THE KIDS AND HE'S RUNNING OMG OMG OMG I HAVE TO INCLUDE IT:

-Okay so they DIDN'T kill off Koichi but holy crap Koji's VA in that hospital scene dude… TT_TT -Everybody is home. They've defeated evil, learned about the value of their lives and how they can become better, happier people. YAY!!

Well, that's Digimon Frontier! My only expectations going in were "it sucks!!" and to be very frank hell no it does not lol. (again maybe it's the English dub which is more janky but y'know) The later episodes did drag a little (mainly the Royal Knights stuff, where the episodes became VERY formulaic) but the smaller moments were still really good (especially the babies and Swanmon!!) but yeah aside from that, the occasional weirdness with Izumi, and that we didn't get much time with Koichi during down time to explore his personality more, I have no complaints. (The later eps sometimes dragging isn't even unique to Frontier, I love Tamers but it has the same issue) No show is flawless so it's like whatever anyways. Definitely more a typical isekai fantasy kind of story than something specific to Digimon but they tried something different!

I'm sad it's over, but now I get to move onto other new Digimon stuff!! (I mean after the Frontier movie)

I mean maybe lol. I'll more likely take a break and watch either a shorter series or wait until I've seen the new movie before starting Digimon Savers. These damn Digi-kids giving me Digi-heart palpitations and Digi-stress... ugh

#not art #digimon frontier #frontier watching

[inkabelledesigns]

Did not think I'd be getting emotional about Splatoon of all things, but here I am! So we just got done with the cryptid Splatfest, and this one introduced two new Squid Sisters songs. Tomorrow's Nostalgia Today is such a bop, and it has me feeling so many things, thinking about all the previous Splatfests I've played and how it hasn't stopped being fun.

I've been playing since the first game, got Splatoon back in 2015 to play with friends but didn't really get to that much. My youngest sister and I loved playing it together though, it was our game. We'd have a sleepover in the basement where we'd start playing Splatfest at midnight, go to bed, then one of us would wake up early and rank up to Queen level before the other got up, then we'd both get there before noon and call it a day. There was a magic to it that I can't really put into words, but it was special, it was our thing.

Splatoon 2 happened while I was in college. I was a little late to pick it up, but I loved it. Pearl and Marina were great, the music was lovely, and I adored Shifty Station. Came to almost every Splatfest, save for the ones where I was out of town. Didn't love playing the story mode (though I do love the story). I actually didn't finish it until relatively recently, and it wasn't even me who did it. It was my little brother. See, he asked to play the first two games after I got into 3, and so I let him borrow my copies. He finished my file, save for the final boss, where he handed me the controller and said I should have the honors. (He had already beaten it on his own file apparently.) The thrill of hearing the Spicy Calamari Inkantation was amazing, the music all throughout the boss fight had a story to it, and I was enchanted by it. Finally Callie was saved, I was so happy. I missed out on Octo Expansion (makes sense, why would I get it if I don't like the single player?), but I've been told I need to see a Let's Play of it, so that's on the to-do list. XD

Now we get to three, and my bro wanted to experience what my sister and I had growing up. Between you and me, I think he's gotten something even better. We don't do sleepovers anymore, but now we play as a team. It's myself, my bro, my sis, and my sister's husband. Sometimes they come over, and sometimes we call on the phone and play together. We've got strategies, we all play a variety of weapons (I fancy myself a bucket more often than not now!), and we have such a good time. There's a little yelling when other teams have poor sportsmanship, and sometimes we need to pause when it stops being fun, but overall? I love my squad. During the chocolate Splatfest we got a x333 battle and won, and it was one of the best multiplayer moments I've ever had, took so many pictures with Frye after that. I now take a photo every Splatfest of my octoling with my Amiibo. It's nice to have new traditions.

Needless to say, this funky little squid and octopus game means a lot to me. I'm so glad I get to share this with my family, but also now with my friends. We don't play together super often, but it's gotten me to be a little better at asking to play than I used to be, and we also have such a good time.

I haven't gotten the DLC, since once again with 3, single player isn't quite my vibe. It's better to play, I've at least beaten it and loved the story, but I haven't gone back and done every stage. But my brother has, so now I get to see my old stomping grounds when he's playing, and seeing the Squid Sisters share the stage with a new song hit me right in the gut. I did not expect to feel that, but after everything they've been through as characters, and how long I've spent with them on their journey and my own, seeing the two trucks combined into one stage just, it MEANS something to me. They're together again and better than ever, and it's so GOOD! AAAHHHH! I love all of our idols so much but these two have a very special place in my heart.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatfest

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Knew What He Was (short story)

Stonefern sat, waiting for his father to finish playing–or perhaps fighting–with Doverose. The two toms were pulling on opposite sides of a stick, tails waving like dogs. He would wonder who would win if he weren’t so anxious, instead shifted his paws until they created dents in the ground beneath them.

It wasn’t too long before the twig snapped, sending both toms flying backward. Stonefern was thankful that they weren’t play-fighting where the ground was messy. He didn’t feel like cleaning the sprayed bits of mud from his white fur. 

From his place on the ground, Grousemane could see Stonefern. He grinned at his son before standing up and padding toward him. “Seems that we’ll have to break the tie another time,” Grousemane called to Doverose. 

“Not to worry, little Grouse, I love beating you,” Doverose responded, before picking up his half and padding away.

“You saw I almost won,” Grousemane nudged Stonefern.

“Yeah,” Stonefern replied absently. 

“Did you stop just to watch, or do you want to play too?”

Stonefern shrugged, but it was tense. “Just wanted to get away for a bit.”

“Ah, that I understand.” Grousemane wrapped his tail around Stonefern and gave his ear a swift lick. “Searching for old pops to rescue you, then?”

“‘Pops’?”

“Yeah, pops! Pops, papa. That’s who I am.”

“I prefer ‘dad.’ It’s normal.”

“Do you call all three of us ‘dad’?”

“I use different tones.”

“Right, the happy tone for me and annoyed ones for them.”

“Sure.” Stonefern cracked a smile. The distraction was making him feel better, less constrained. He knew this dad would do that. 

“What did you want to get away from, anyway? If you ask me, that Birchhawk would make far better company. Aren’t you too friends? Or were you friends?”

The smile dissipated, and Stonefern’s paws began working into the ground again. 

“Hey, hey, slow down!” Grousemane moved to still Stonefern’s paws with his own. “Talk to me. Did Birchhawk say something?”

Stonefern wanted to growl in frustration, or perhaps just run, but he couldn’t do that with his dad. It would stir more questions than answers. He wanted to get away from thinking about Birchhawk. He didn’t want to have to talk about it, not so soon, but at the same time he knew that he had to face the fact now, and really, sooner was better than later. “Birchhawk….told me he liked me,” he admitted through gritted teeth.

Grousemane tilted his head. “But you have to let him down?”

“Not just him!” Stonefern’s tail whipped. “Everyone who might confess. But I don’t want to hurt them….and what if Birchhawk doesn’t want to be friends anymore?”

“Not be friends with you?” Grousemane sounded shocked. “Of course he would, no matter what you say!” Then, pausing, he asked, “why everyone?”

“Because it’s….” Stonefern searched for the right words to say. “It just…It doesn’t feel right for me.”

Grousemane gave him a questioning look.

“Being mates,” he clarified.

“Ah!” Grousemane nodded in understanding. “That’s not uncommon. I think it’s called aromanticism.”

Stonefern pricked his ears. “It has a name?” He had thought he was just weird.

“Yep, cats who aren’t interested in relationships. And then there’s ‘asexual,’ cats who’re not into the physical stuff–”

“Okay, gross!” Stonefern stuck out his tongue. Grousemane chuckled at him, and Stonefern was surprised to realize that his smile had returned. But again, it faltered. “What if Birchhawk doesn’t understand? Or he doesn’t want to be around someone he can’t be with and leaves?”

Grousemane nuzzled Stonefern’s cheek. “If you tell him who you are, and he leaves, he wasn’t worth being with in the first place.”

“But he’s fun,” Stonefern sighed. “I don’t want to hurt him, and….I don’t want him to think I’m weird.”

Grousemane licked his ear again, then the space between them. “What did you say before you came running for me?”

“That I needed to think about it. He looked sad.”

Grousemane’s muzzle twisted, as though the words he wanted to say were somewhere in his mouth and he had to find them. He let out a heavy breath. “You’re ‘decapitated-head dad’ is better at this whole talking deal, strangely enough.”

Stonefern was going to point out that he hadn’t wanted to talk but to get away from having to, but he didn’t want his father to feel like he didn’t want him. “You flirt with everyone, I figured you would know a thing or two about rejection,” he joked.

“I’m a flirt,” Grousemane replied, “it’s fun. But it’s only fun, Myrtlewing’s the only one I need.”

Stonefern looked down. “What if Birchhawk feels that way about me? And I let him down, and he has no one?”

Grousemane placed his paw beneath Stonefern’s chin and raised it so that he looked into the younger cat’s eyes. “Stop spiraling. You don’t even know what he will say. If it’s bad, he has an eternity to get over it.”

Stonerfern thought about that, then thought about an eternity without his close friend. 

“Stop thinking,” Grousemane told him, standing up and pushing Stonefern to do the same. “No point wondering what will happen. You have to tell him at some point. Want me to come with you?”

Stonefern shook his head. He was still nervous–incredibly nervous–about having to let Birchhawk down. At the same time, he knew now what he was, who he was, and that he wasn’t weird at all for it. “I’ll tell him tomorrow,” he decided before his nerves got the better of him. “I haven’t seen my younger brothers and sisters in a while.”

Grousemane grinned. “Well, let’s go see them!” He led the way to the Eye-out thorns. Stonefern followed. Even as the ground shifted to mud that sucked at his fur and weighed him down, he felt light.

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--Doverose is tall and chunky, so I imagine he calls lots of cats ‘little.’ 

--Birchhawk is a random name I came up with, do with him what you want!

--Fun fact! I myself am also aroace! Stonefern’s experience isn’t based on my own, though.

@ambitiousauthor

#stonefern #asexual #aromantic #acearo #grousemane #stonefern story #grousemane story #dark tales #wc dark tales #dark forest tales #doverose #birchhawk #wcoc #wc oc #wc story

[plentyoffandoms]

Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

Peter - Taz

Summary: f/Reader is the sister of Renee & meets Eddie. The two of them get to know one another & fall in love.

YN's POV:

I had tears in my eyes as Eddie and I were hugging goodbye. My sister and her small family were off to the side, giving the two of the privacy we need.

"I'm going to miss you Eddie." I said to him. His arms seemed tight get tighter around me, like he was holding me in place, so I didn't get on that plane.

"I am going to miss you gorgeous." That one sentence did it. It broke the last little bit of will power I had and the tears started to fall.

Eddie pulled back slightly and he started to wipe away my tears.

"Hey now, none of that. We will still be talking to each other every single chance we get. I will fly to you when I can."

"And I you." I said with a watery smile.

The last call for my flight was being announced. With one last kiss and a promise to keep in touch, I said goodbye to my family and the man I have fallen in love with.

As I boarded the plane, I almost wanted to turn back and just stay with him...but could I seriously give up my job and my own friends to be with a man I met just this week?

My head and heart felt like they were fighting but my head won, being the more logical one of course.

I sat down in my seat and just looked through the photos of Eddie and I until we got told that we were going to fly soon.

~

It has been almost three months since Eddie and I were together. We talk every day though.

A day doesn't go by where I don't wake up to some type of romantic message or voicemail from him.

I come home and there are gifts waiting for me. He likes to send me something from every place he had travelled too.

We have set aside certain nights of the week to video chat, because with his busy schedule, you just never know when he can talk.

So we have decided on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays to video chat and if one of us can't do it that day, we will let the other one know as soon as we can.

But tonight is one of those video chat nights and I am excited because I couldn't do it Thursday night this week as I had Parent-Teacher Night.

I heard my phone go off and I quickly answered it. There was his smiling face on my screen.

"Hi baby." I said to him.

"How is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today?" I could of melted at the compliment.

Eddie is always telling me how gorgeous or beautiful I am. Even when I just wake up and have no makeup on, and before my coffee or tea.

The two of us talked the night away, just like we do every single time.

But I was nodding off. I am getting tired and he could see it.

"Go to sleep love. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"No, no."

"I can see you falling asleep babygirl. I am always on call away and you know that. Goodnight YN. I love you."

"I love you too." Eddie blew kisses at me and I wished I was with him in person to fall asleep in his arms.

Eddie Kingston's POV:

I woke up the next morning after talking with YN and I looked at the empty spot next to me and just sighed.

I sent her a good morning text, like I always do and got ready for the day. I was in the shower and the idea hit me.

Ask YN if she to move in with you.

It is a crazy idea since I know how much she loves her job, but I also love my job and there really is no harm in asking her.

I got out of the shower and quickly got dressed. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. She will be having her lunch soon.

So I waited until she text me first, like we have been doing every school day.

I called her and YN picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Hey handsome. Sorry, I don't have long, I have to do some marking before the next class."

"I'll make this quick baby. YN, I hate waking up and you are not next to me. I hate not being able to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I know this is asking alot, but will you move in with me? Travel with me? I don't want to be apart from you any longer."

"Eddie," She started to talk but then I heard the fire alarm go off.

"I gotta go baby. I'll talk to you later. I love you." She said and the line went dead.

'What a time for the alarm to go off.' I thought to myself.

~

I couldn't just wait for her answer because I had to get to the arena as I was doing commentary and I knew once the alarm situation wad dealt with, she would have to go back and do after classes.

But as I was just sitting down next to Jim, I felt my phone vibrate. I wasn't going to look at at first but I knew I was YN, so I read the message.

Yes.

That one simple word brought a massive smile to my face and all through the matches, people were asking me why I was so happy.

So I just finally told Jim and Peter.

"Congrats man. About damn time you asked her. You haven't been yourself." Peter said to me.

After the night was done I informed Jon about YN moving in with me.

"Oh I know. YN called Renee, who called me. Don't be shocked if you don't hear from Renee in the next couple of days."

~

YN and I have been side by side for almost four months now. The first night we lived together we didn't even bother to unpack as we just made love all night long.

My home turned to our home. A perfect mixture of our two worlds coming together. She came with me all over the States but I knew she was getting bored when I had to be somewhere.

So when I heard about Tony needing an assistant, I told YN. She would be perfect for the job, but it was up to her if she wanted to go for it.

She fixed up her resume and applied for the job. I offered to help her get the job.

"Thank you but I need to do it on my own love." I backed off when she said that because she was right.

But there was nothing to worry about. She got called in for the first round of interviews. Then the second and then the final one between her and two other people.

YN came to the hotel room looking all defeated. She didn't know if she did well enough to get the job.

So I took her out to dinner and a movie. After the movie, she turned her phone back on and there was the email from Tony telling YN she got the job.

~

Jon and I were sitting in the back row of the room where the meeting was being held, but I wasn't paying attention to my bosses.

No, no.

I was paying attention to my wife.

Yup.

YN and I got married when we were in Vegas. We wanted something small and we knew Renee would be down there with Nora as she was visiting friends.

So we got married in one of the smaller chapels and I can definitely say I wouldn't have it any other way.

We had our friends and co-workers there and we rented out a restaurant and had our reception there.

It was perfect. No huge fuss over everything. Not wondering who we needed to invite. We just told people, and who ever showed up, showed up.

We did record it though so we could send it to our families who were not happy that we did that, but in the end, we did it for us and for no one else.

Jon interrupted my thoughts by leaning over to speak softly to me. "When she due?"

"Any day now. The Doctor says it could happen at any moment."

Jon sat back in his chair normally. He was excited that we were having a baby and he gets to be Uncle Jon.

And no one can top Aunt Renee. That woman had bought our children clothes well until they are in kindergarten.

"Girls!" She went crazy when she heard that. She bought everything she could find. Didn't matter what it was. If she found it cute, it was bought and shipped to our new home.

But as I sat there, I noticed my wife and her facial expressions. She was taking deep breaths and her face was scrunching up in pain.

I shook my head and stood up. Nick stopped talked. "Yes Eddie?"

Everyone turned to look at me and my focus was just on YN. "My wife has gone into labour." The gasps were loud and the "fuck." That came from YN's mouth almost had me laughing.

Almost.

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Then it was pure chaos. Everyone was calling for an ambulance while I did the deep breathing exercises with her.

~

Nineteen hours later, I heard the first cry of my first daughter. Six minutes later, the first cry of my second daughter.

They were both laid on YN's chest as the two of us cried and kissed one another. Our babies were cleaned up as was YN, and they were brought back to us for feeding.

"So what are we going to call them gorgeous?" I asked her as YN had one in her arms and I had one in mine.

"Well, how about this one be called Lillian Grace Moore." YN said as she kissed our daughter.

"Perfect and this little one will be called Violet Josephine Moore." I said as I looked down at my baby girl in my arms.

Finished

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[melodythebunny]

NOT sick

NOT sick

"M'not sick…"

“didn't say you were."

An audible hiss came from carrie as she pulled the fish closer to herself.

…as if Dr. two brains even wanted it. Wasn't even cheese on it at the very least. He rolled his eyes and gave A disapproving look.

"you one to talk! You steal stuff too." 

"not suff. just Cheese and cheese related things."

- cause that TOTALLY makes a difference in the eyes of law. Flawless logic guys.

"It's the principle of the matter" he quickly adds.

Two brains had simply been minding HIS own business. out on a stroll to enjoy the last bit of summer. Fall was right around the corner and it was already chilly outsiode. It was really by some chance that he came across her, sitting in a alley way.

"Anways, Catty-" he began.

"Carrie" she corrected.

Her face scrunched up a few times making a "chu" noise every now and then. It took him a moment to realize that was her sneezing. huh…

"anyways…Carrie why are you here?"

“What do you mean? I live here!" Carrie states like it was the most common thing in the world. To be fair it kinda was.

“You…sleep outside!?" He couldn't even hide the astonishment in his voice. 

"is that a problem?" She Scoffs. "Why do you even care?" she mutters to herself. He still heard her though.

"I don't " he sniffed indignantly. 

of course he kept his distance. one- cat. Two- because she was unpredictable. And three- No way he was catching whatever illness she had contracted. However despite the big distance gap he could tell she was anything but not sick. And also looked underfed. Geez…

His eyebrows furrowed while she had another coughing fit.

"Okay thats. it. your staying with me until you feel better!" He declares in a moment of bravery. Or maybe it was foolishness. Either way the mouse brain throbbed sending A sharp pain to his brain, showing it did not agree to this. And frankly neither did Carrie.

“I am not-" she snaps for the umpteenth time since they started this conversation today.

"yeah yeah"  he says dismissively.

“Still coming with-" he winced feeling another sharp pain. "ow! Me."

If it had of been like before, Two brains would never have dared to even touch Carrie, let alone grab her arm. 

She however didn't expect him to try so she let out a startled mewl.

“Stop being so stubborn "

"I'm not. Maybe if a certain mouse would stop-" a sneeze. "being annoying! " another sneeze. "Chu!"

Of course, being "not" sick, the strength she normally had was minimum at the moment. She didn't want to admit she was exhausted. so instead she opted in pouting and glaring as he dragged her along.

It was almost comical.

…

Dr. Two brains placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Carrie knocked it over out of his paw- er hands??? Or at least tried to. Her hand barely nudged the bowl.

She eyed it carefully. "there's no poison in this is there?"

He lets out a puzzled sound. "No! Why-!? Why would I poison you???" 

"You tried turning me into goop!" She counters.

"THAT-" he paused his voice lowered now. "….that was different "

"HOW????"

he did admit it would be easier to get rid of her while she was down but it just didn't sit right with him. "I have standards!" he blurts out.

"I beg to differ." 

"You're never going to let that go are you?" 

A hissed signaled NO she WAS NOT going to let that go for a good while.

"Fair enough…" Two brains sighed. He wasn't going to force her to eat. all that would do is make her EVEN MORE stubborn and a chance that she'd attack him.

In a fight between a cat and the mouse, the cat almost always won.

Not that he could completely blame her for the distrust. After all he was the one to lash out first.

it was…back when he was afraid…Not that he still didn't fear the feline. She was a cat and he was a mouse. it was merely instincts he was going off of. but he was also now getting accustomed to her presence. A work in progress if you will.

Speaking of work in progress… he still had a ray he needed to fix.

Carrie stomach growled. Despite her gnawing hunger she was wary to eat. It had to be a trick. probably laced with poison. She was used to going nearly weeks without proper food anyways. She could wait a few more days longer before searching for something else to eat. But being that she was "NOT" sick, her hunger was becoming unbearable.

Due to his pestering, she had dropped her fish earlier, losing her dinner. Her eyes glared at the bowl. 

The soup did smell and looked wonderful…

Eventually she caves in. She took a sip cautiously. Then another one. And another. And yet another. Until the soup was all gone.

by the time all of this had transpired, Two brains had finished making the repairs to his portable goop ray. He holds it up in the light to admire his hard work. 

Peeved that he was ignoring her she took one of couch pillows and flung it at him. The force of the soft object on his head,startled him. Which in turn made him drop his ray.

"AH COME ON!" Luckily it just sustained A small dent on the handle. He turns around to the forgotten house guest. "what do you want?"  He sighed.

“More!" She demands. Her voice was a bit hoarse, no doubt she had a sore throat as well.

"Geez, no manners??"

“Now!"

"Brat" he huffed under his breath walking into what was more so the kitchen area of his lair.

his henchmen were out on their mandatory vacation still. So he hadn't thought much about Food shopping. He groaned realizing that's what he intended to do earlier before running into Carrie.

There was silence. The uncomfortable type, settling in the air. The mouse man wasn't sure WHAT happened in the few moments he was gone but when he walked backed into the area she was deathly quiet. he thought she was sleeping, however she was just staring blankly into space. He took the thermometer out her mouth to read it.

105ºF.

He didn't know anything much about cats. But with his prior knowledge about basic colds told him this temperature wasn't good.

“…Why?"

Her voice was soft and low. he hardly heard her.

“'Why?' what…?"

“…Why are you helping me…?"

dr. Two brains blinked.

…

..

.

why had he helped her? 

And as if the gravity of the situation FINALLY dawned on him. He let a cat in his home. A CAT. in. HIS home! He didn't think this through did he? the mouse brain sent another sharp pain to his head as of to say. 'Idiot'

‘Shut up!' He liked it much better when squeaky was quiet, even though it came at the cost of him being near the feline.

"You want something don't you?" Her tone wasn't accusatory, just tired and accepting. her gaze was distant now. "I'm not very useful. You'll get tired of me and toss me away like trash, just like THEY did."

He wasn't sure who "they" were but the way she spoke of them was as if she despised whoever they were. 

“no."

She just blinked at him clearly not believing A word out of his mouth.

"No." He repeats more firmly, shaking his head.

"So why then?"

He opens his mouth to speak but then closes it. What was he going to say? That he cared? Ha! He hardly knew her! That would be a bold face lie. The REASON why he had helped her was because….

…

He paused.

"i…I don't know." he finally admits out loud. He expected another remark from Carrie. However she was silent. He shuffled nervously wondering if he had said he right thing. 

He looks away from the thermometer to glance at her. she already fallen asleep by the time he bothered to answer. He frowned before sighing once more.

He wasn't sure why the question had bothered him but it did. Even if he HAD an answer. It wasn't like she'd remember it later on.

He placed a blanket on her. It was hard to tell she was the one terrorizing him days before.

"cute.."

His face heats up realizing what he just said.

Bah! Stupid thoughts! stupid feelings!

he needed cheese. 

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[ailendolin]

Fluff Friday - 2 - Bill (2015)

Title: Daisy [AO3]

Fandom: Bill (2015)

Characters: Ian & Anne, Gabriel, Bill, the children

Prompt: Anne gives Ian some advice. - Prompt by the wonderful @unusual-ly can be found here.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this little fic. There's just something incredibly sweet about Ian slowly but surely finding his place in the world and Anne gently coaxing him out of his shell. I hope you like what I came with for your pormpt!

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Daisy

“So,” Anne said conversationally. “Are you ready to tell me what you have planned for tomorrow or am I to be left in the dark like everyone else?”

She didn’t look at Ian when she said that, instead choosing to watch Gabriel and her husband trying – and obviously failing– to teach her children the skill of sword-fighting. There was quite a bit more giggling than actual fighting involved, she observed with an amused smile; especially when one of the blunt wooden swords managed to hit its mark and caused its victim to fall to the ground in a manner rather more dramatic than it truly needed to be.

They had fun, though, and that was the most important thing. Her family’s laughter was like music to Anne’s ears, just like the familiar and much missed birdsong that had greeted her this morning when she woke up. After months of staying in London they were finally back in Stratford – back home. It wasn’t a permanent move, of course; Bill still had a play to put on, after all. Stratford was their past, not their future. They both knew that, and yet it hadn’t taken much to convince him to take a week off and go home.

“We could celebrate Gabriel’s birthday there,” Anne had suggested with a sweet smile on her face she knew Bill couldn’t say no to. “Just think about it: the fresh air, the cherry trees in bloom, the wide, open spaces …”

Bill had dragged a hand down his face and sighed, and Anne knew she’d won. “I suppose we ought to make her first birthday here special so she won’t get too homesick.”

Anne had brushed her lips against his cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. “Exactly.”

Two weeks later, they’d packed their things and left the city behind for the first time in three months. Originally, Anne’s intention had been to show Gabriel more of England than dreary, crowded London but while Gabriel seemed to enjoy the sights of rolling fields and blossoming trees along the road it was Ian who actually marvelled at them. The smaller London became behind them, the wider his eyes grew as he looked around. He took in the trees and flowers and sunsets with unabashed awe, almost like a drowning man, and halfway between London and Stratford Anne had realised she had it all wrong. It wasn’t Gabriel who had never seen the sun rise over dew-damp grass or set over golden hills as millions of stars twinkled into existence in the night sky. She had travelled the world, or at least parts of it, and seen things most of them probably couldn’t even imagine whereas Ian–

Ian had only ever travelled one road: the one between the Earl’s residences in Croydon and London.

After realising that, Anne had adjusted her carefully made plans a little so Ian could come along on all the trips and activities she’d planned for Gabriel in and around Stratford. What she hadn’t anticipated was how hard it would be to drag him away from his duties. Anne had no idea how often she, Bill, Gabriel and even the children had tried to convince him that he was there as their guest, not their employee.

“Just relax, Ian,” Bill had practically begged only yesterday. “We’re on vacation.”

Anne began to suspect Ian had no idea what either of those things meant: relaxing and vacation. Not for the first time she wondered what kind of life he’d led before they met. She’d seen the way the Earl had treated him, of course, but she didn’t know for how long it had been going on, or how Ian had come to work for him in the first place. Ian didn’t like to talk about his past – or himself in general. Getting him to open up often felt like pulling teeth but from what little information Anne had managed to gather over the last few months she was pretty sure Ian’s life had not been a particular happy or carefree one.

Which was why seeing him sitting next to her on a blanket in a meadow, his restless hands still for once, almost seemed like a miracle. There was a small smile on his face as he observed the children’s swordplay – or, Anne suspected, rather Gabriel’s graceful movements. It was nice, seeing him like this: content and at ease, for once not worrying about tomorrow.

That all changed the moment Anne had to go and put her foot in her mouth by bringing up Gabriel’s birthday.

At the mention of it, Ian’s eyes dropped to the ground, the spectacle in front of them forgotten for the moment. With his pulled-up knees and hunched shoulders he suddenly looked small and fragile in a way Anne knew he truly wasn’t, not deep down. There was an inner strength to him she had come to admire ever since Ian had started living with them, and her chest tightened every time it was overshadowed by his own self-doubt.

Just like now.

“It’s nothing special,” he murmured softly, briefly glancing up before he rested his chin on his knees and sighed. “I couldn’t afford any of the things I know she’d like.”

He closed his eyes in shame and pulled his legs even closer to his body. Anne’s heart went out to him. Making sure Gabriel, Bill and the children weren’t paying them any attention, she scooted a little closer to Ian so she could place a comforting hand on his arm. He flinched, but only a little bit.

Progress, she thought and gave him a moment before she said softly, “You know, presents don’t have to cost a lot of money, or any at all, to be special.”

Ian glanced up at her. “The Earl’s presents did – at least when he wanted to impress someone.”

Anne gave him a look. “Really. The Earl of Croydon is your role model here?”

Ian shrugged. He looked both a little embarrassed and helpless in the face of her incredulity and it suddenly hit Anne how truly lonely his life must have been if the Earl of Croydon was the only person he could think of to look to for advice. As far as she knew Ian had no friends apart from her, Bill and Gabriel, no family he could ask for help and guidance; only a man who had been a terrible employer and an even worse human being.

Thank god that part of his life was over. Ian had her now, and Bill and Gabriel, and Anne would be damned if she let him go on thinking his present, whatever it was, was worthless just because it hadn’t cost a small fortune.

“Bill once gave me a daisy,” she began softly. “He just held it out to me one day, completely out of the blue, and said, “You’re as pretty as this flower, Miss Hathaway.” Anyone else would have given me a rose but not Bill Shakespeare. No, he picked the most ordinary flower of all and handed it to me with the sweetest smile and most earnest expression on his face, never realising he’d all but called me dull in that moment.”

She smiled at the memory and reached out to pluck a daisy out of the grass.

“I still have that daisy, you know? I preserved it between the pages of a book and every now and then I look at it and remember why I fell in love with that impossible man all those years ago.”

She shook her head, her eyes soft with fondness, and handed Ian the daisy. “That little flower means more to me than any of the bouquets Bill’s given me since. And it didn’t cost a single penny.”

Ian looked down at the delicate flower. It’s white petals, tinged faintly pink at the tips, gleamed in the warm sunlight as he turned it this way and that in quiet contemplation.

“I had planned on baking a birthday cake for her tonight,” he finally whispered. His shoulders relaxed a little, as if this soft confession had taken a huge weight off of them. “And tomorrow morning, before sunrise, I wanted to come back here and pick the prettiest flowers for her.” He offered Anne a small, sweet smile. “Just like this daisy.”

Anne smiled back at him, wondering how someone as kind and caring as Ian could have had so much bad luck in his life until now. She gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Ian’s cheeks coloured a little and he bit his lip, looking suddenly shy. “Do you think Gabriel will like it?”

His voice sounded so small Anne let go of his arm to pull him against her side. “She will love it, Ian. And do you know why?”

When Ian shook his head she lightly tapped her finger against his chest. “Because your present comes from the heart. And in the end, that’s worth more than all the money in Southampton’s treasury.”

Ian nodded slowly and then, to Anne’s surprise, allowed himself to relax against her. “Thank you, Anne.”

“Anytime.”

Together, they gazed at the daisy he kept twirling between his fingers while a few feet away, the children were in the process of overpowering both Gabriel and Bill by teaming up and foregoing their wooden swords in favour of lesser but more effective techniques that would undoubtedly lead to several bruised shins in the next few seconds. Anne smiled to herself and closed her eyes, for now content to simply sit here and soak up the sun as Bill shouted, “Hey, that’s not fair!”

Their life might not be perfect but it was good, better than any of them could have ever hoped for, and she was eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

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[crystalelemental]

Why do I do this to myself?  I see a new CS, I know full well what kind of nonsense it’s up to, and think “I bet I can clear this with F2P tools.”  You can, idiot!  You just can’t do it in under three hours!

Glacia is Fighting weak, and apparently has Wise Entry x3.  This is the funniest one yet.  Like, what an attempt to stop Knight Diantha and Knight Diantha exclusively.  Bruno is solid damage, but this fight is admittedly really scary.  AoE damage causes a lot of problems, and Maylene is...not tanky.  The only reason she didn’t drop was because of the special shield we get at the outset thanks to Condition 1.  Tech Kangaskhan had Leer and Stomp Aggravation, which was basically essential.  The goal was to take down the left to deny a move, then break down Glacia and flinch lock the side.  It worked out, but man, does Bruno really need to bring his speed buffs for this one.  Gauge use is high.

I am not messing with Phoebe.  I’m sorry, until Nanu gets a grid, I want no part of Dark-weak stages.  BP Karen kills herself with Double Edge, I am not about that life.  But like a moron, I think to myself sure, I can spend my best stall team here, what could go wrong?  Well good news, they won first try, though holy shit shoutouts to Phoebe for setting Ghost Zone prior to her sync.  That scared the hell out of me.

And now, let me tell you a tale.  A tale of how I came to no longer disrespect the condition of “increased special move damage.”

I tried initially to handle Drake using Grant.  Grant sucks, guys.  I’m sorry, he’s awful.  I brought Hop for his needed buffs, and Winona for a high flinch rate and weather.  Under optimal conditions, Grant could nuke Drake down in two syncs.  But he cannot beat the sides.  Like, could not.  And performing a denial on the left usually meant you couldn’t take out Drake in one sync, because Grant’s damage is so bad.  So I took like a dozen attempts and gave up.  It was not working.

With Hop freed, I thought hey, let’s try Kahili!  I bet she can do it!  And she could, in theory.  But it turns out, Hoenn CS has so many different movesets that it is almost impossible to keep track of what happens when.  The consistent aspect was my approach; Hop uses three trainer moves, Nanu hits Sidney with Screech once then left twice, Kahili uses two pecks on the right then trainer move.  This guaranteed the KO on the left (one screech meant if she didn’t get Super Preparation it failed), then we just had to all survive until she had second sync up.  Easy, right?

Wrong.  Dark Pulse at any point past the opening is an instant one-shot on Hop.  Even from full HP.  That thing dealt over 1k damage.  In one move!  And if the right side used Energy Ball, it was like 500!  Why does Sidney have eleventy fuckbillion damage points?!  That’s terrifying!  After many, many attempts, I eventually had to call it because we only survived to that point once in a blue moon, and then had to deal with the right side spamming Earthquake, which would kill Nanu instantly, and deal so much to the other two that Hop would die in one extra move, and Kahili wouldn’t be ready.  So I gave up here and went to the stall team you see on Drake.  But when I failed there and came back, after a few tries, we got the winning condition, which is Nanu had to hit flinch.  Please game.  Give Nanu a grid.  This week is Give Nanu a Grid week, please for the love of god, I want to handle Dark-weak stages offensively, and I want a reliable flinch.  Please.

Anyway, Drake.  Turns out, Skyla can do it really well!  Right up until the end.  When the left side spams Heat Wave.  And she can’t buff special defense.  And special moves are increased just enough to take out her allies, resulting in the last attack being a KO on her.  We lost by like 5HP, I swear, I’m still mad.  Without that condition, it was completely smooth sailing.  We had effectively no issues.

So, Wallace.  Initially, I wanted to beat him with Cheryl and offensive Koga.  But then I realized how difficult it actually is to set up Koga appropriately on an F2P budget, and gave up when the left side used Iron Tail.  Thankfully, it then occurred to me that hey, Wallace is AoE special moves.  And I still have a favored stall team that only works against special!  So we brought back this group, who won first try, and it wasn’t close.  I will say though, I like the approach this Wallace takes.  High BP moves due to inaccuracy, and instant +2 accuracy, is a pretty nasty combination.

So, we did it, on an F2P budget.  I am...calling this good.  I dunno, I just don’t want to do this again.  F2P clears are always possible, but it’s a matter of how much frustration you want to put into something like this.  And I don’t think I do.  I like showing off a bit, but we’ll call this good.  I want to try out other things next week.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium #f2p clear