#MY GOD THIS IS SO MANY TAGS ACK

[thatagenderfreak]

Man, I love love interests with magic mothers who weaponize them and artificer dads. Just really sets up an angsty backstory for when you need more than "they're cute." The trauma also makes for a character who needs to prove themselves constantly, which makes excellent plot fodder.

#orion lake #a deadly education #scholomance #amity blight #toh amity #the owl house #Am I the first to make this connection? #Probably not. #But I will still make it #There are also so many other characters like this running around #But these two take up so much room in my head #And also are the only ones I can name off the top of my head #Ophelia rhys-lake #odalia blight #Even their names are similar.... #This is why we medicate children #When you don't you have zero processing power and jump rapidly through topics with no through line #God dammit #This was going to be an art Tumblr and now it's got my fucking tag rants #ack

[wayfayrr]

I've been on a little bit of a first kick recently - so here's a first meeting of reader and him based on this piece of the dolls au by @ovegakart (this amazing comic piece in particular) and on the topic of tagging people I've got some new friends on discord who have a love of first so consider this a gift <3 @fanfic-fairy-fountain @dreaming-of-lu @angry-trashcan @neverchecking <333 enjoy!

[masterlist]

“Hello..? Time… Sky… Link? Is anyone there?”

As if being forced into Hyrule wasn’t bad enough when I was with the chain, now that cursed shadow decides to push it even further by separating me from them? Why not just kill me outright… Is it to try to give the heroes hope? Wouldn’t it be worse for them for it to kill me outright than string them along with false hope?

“IS ANYONE HERE? HELLO??”

Where even am I? It looks like… Oh. Alone in catacombs, yeah if there’s anywhere to be killed by a malicious shadowy entity it would be in catacombs. Are there going to be redeads here?  If the rest of the monsters are anything to go off of it’s going to be much worse dealing with them now. They can’t handle sunlight though, can they? 

Then that means the pile of rubble in the centre here should be the safest place for me to think through the best way to handle all of this. If the shadow really wants to get to me then of course that won’t stop it but I have to try something right? Is sitting on top of what looks like a grave a little disrespectful? Yes. Do I have many options at the minute? No.

“-Wait-!”

WHY IS THE GRAVE SLIDING OPEN - WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS YELLING?? 

“What… happened? Where is this place?”

I think without a doubt the sound I’ve just made is the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever let out and - WHY IS HE COVERING MY MOUTH!?

“I’m sorry I know you’re confus- ACK.”

Was biting him the right option? Probably not! But it’s the only thing I could think of to do seeing as well, I'm not exactly calm at this moment in time. Despite the fact that this man has known me for, what, the span of less than a minute, he seems to have at the very least noticed my panic. Backing off like you would with a scared animal - do I really look that petrified? It’s taking everything in me now to not give into my racing heart. 

“I’m sorry, I must’ve overstepped your boundaries. But please can you not be so loud?”

“....”

“... yeah. Yeah I can be a bit quieter”

“So you uhhh-”

Where do I even start - this man just - He just crawled out of a grave. What do you even respond to that with??? 

“...You come round here often?”

[name]. [name] what the heck was that. That's how you flirt with someone at a bar not speak to a living corpse.

“No, I don’t really?”

“Yeah, I figured. I -”

“Are you alright?”

“Look I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I was separated from my group and dropped here then you- You crawled out of a grave and now I’m just?? I’m just stressed and this is only things that have happened today. Now I know that you’re probably more stressed for obvious reasons, but I’m just - I’m sorry for screaming.”

He took a step closer to me at that, not trying to be intimidating, but more cautious. Asking for permission to touch me with an invitingly open outstretched arm, one that seemed to promise some sort of salvation from all the stress I’ve been feeling. One that I was embarrassingly quick to accept. His touch - His hold, is so warm for someone who should really be so cold, there’s definite comfort in feeling his heart beating as well something that proves he’s alive. It didn’t last for long though, as he pulled himself away, reluctantly if I were being bold in how I was to describe it. His fingers lingered, resting on my arm in such a teasingly wanting way. He’s definitely a link thats for sure, that helps me to be more comfortable around him than I would have been with anyone else. He looks like he’s about to start crying.

I - oh god I’m the first person he’s seen since he came back to life. 

“Are you alright link?”

Was that the wrong thing to say? He hasn’t introduced himself to me,  I shouldn’t have said that. It seems like now it’s his turn to look confused - more so than he already was. 

“you how do you know my name?”

“I just guessed, the group I was with before they - well they all looked similar and went by the same name ‘link’ so I just assumed it was the same with you. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“No it doesn’t.” Why is he reaching for my face? He’s got such a soft look on his face, do I remind him of someone? He’s been dead so it could be possible I guess, but it feels like there’s more to how he said it than just something that simple. 

“Oh my dearest love...”

His hands are so soft… it’s hard not to just lean into his touch and stay there, but there are more important things to be dealing with right now. As much as I’d prefer to not have these questions answered. 

“What do you mean by that link? I don’t - I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

He’s so warm, I hate the fact that he’s most likely going to stop holding me when he realises I’m not the person he’s really ever going to want in a relationship. 

“You haven’t but, I can already tell that you’ll be my beloved soon enough.”

“I’m sorry? We’ve only just met how can you tell s- ACK”

This has to just be a link thing. What is it that makes them fall so quickly? But to hold someone so tightly when you've only just met them - when you’ve only just come back from death?  That doesn’t seem like a healthy thing for him, not in the slightest. 

Is my shoulder wet?

Why would it be wet - he was tearing up earlier and - no there it is he’s sniffling as if he’s trying his hardest not to cry. Even if he’s mildly delusional how cruel would you have to be to not help someone go through something as tough as this clearly is. It’s not hard to gently rub his back as he cries onto me, it’s not hard to hum to him as he clutches me like a lifeline, it’s not hard to be here for him when I have to do so little for him. 

“Link? Would you like to talk about it? I don’t know you but - but I’ll be here to listen to you.”

“Thank you. It’s simply that I - I don’t know why or how I got here, It’s simply that I woke up in there after everything then I saw you -”

“[name]”

“[name] and well you know what has happened since. I have to thank you for being here though, there’s something about you, some kind of energy that just feels like a part of myself that I lost. You feel like home to me [name]”

With that last sentence, he burrows his head even further into my neck seeking what I can only guess is comfort. He’s probably just desperate for another person's touch right now, rather than him having fallen in love with me from the briefest interaction that didn’t even go that well.   There’s no harm in waiting here with him for a moment though. What could go wrong in this amount of time?

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #lu first x reader #lu first #lu x reader #moss✦writes

[artemish]

Sous chef | opla!Sanji x fem!Reader

word count: 2.1k

genre/tags: Sanji x reader; first-person pov; fluff; pining (but is it mutual??); angst; hurt/comfort; friends to lovers

warnings: mild ptsd; mild trauma

summary: A restless night at sea turns into one of revelations, as the reader finds that the depths of the ocean are much like a certain chef’s heart…

a/n: Hello opla girlies! First time fanfic writer here!!

I am ever the lurker on this website, but something inside me changed when I started watching One Piece, and now I’m down bad for this crew (specifically for the hot cook)

So I thought I’d give it a shot, write a bit of fanfic and see where it goes! I’ve finished the live action and currently watching the anime, so my interpretation of Sanji is quite mixed, however I tried to stay closer to opla!Sanji. I’ve also left this open ended cos I might write more (who knows hehehe)

Shoutout to @honnelander for inspiring me to write again ☺️ (please read her go fish! series if you haven’t!! It’s great!!)

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰!

(。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Sanji often stayed up late during those long nights at sea, prepping for the next day's meals, making notes of what had been used and taking stock of the ingredients that were left.

It was almost obsessive at times, desperate even.

He ignored everyone’s concern for him to just take it easy and go to sleep, even Nami’s, and refused to give us an explanation.

He would count every last bean, every last grain of rice or drop of water that he could, and he had tried many times but failed to make an accurate record (mostly because Luffy would lessen the supplies significantly).

I hadn’t really understood his habit, until one night, when the waves were particularly rough and I was disturbed from my sleep.

Usually, rough waters didn’t bother me too much, but I was already quite restless that night and had only truly been half asleep.

My mind was a blazing mess from all the thoughts that had been looping endlessly through it.

Thoughts of him.

I sat up on the futon. My hair draped in a tangled mess around my face and over my shoulders.

I looked across at Nami, her back facing towards me, breathing deeply as she slept.

I envied her ease.

I hauled myself out of the bed and straightened the silk nightgown I was wearing. I slipped on the woven shawl I had laid out over my blanket and made my way down the corridor, towards the kitchen.

The waves had picked up their brutality and began to batter the ship quite hard, so that it swayed violently from side to side.

Gripping the sides of the walls and trying to match the sway, I wondered how everyone could sleep so peacefully.

The ship moaned and croaked as it continued to sway.

I stumbled into the kitchen just as it crashed against the starboard side hard, pushing the ship port.

The force took me by surprise, causing me to lose my grip of the wall and my footing.

I tumbled through the doorway, and slammed hard against the stack of barrels in the corner.

The momentum of the ship turned once more. Lurching towards the right again, I slid off the barrel and slammed face first onto the ground.

“Ah shit!” I yelped. All traces of sleep had officially left me.

“Luffy, that better not be you,” came a brash voice from the darkness, “and if it is, you best be walking out that door right now.”

“Ack, Sanji?”

In the dull light, I saw the concerned face of the cook instantly pop around the counter.

“Y/n! Gods, are you alright?”

He moved swiftly to where I was laying and gently lifted me up.

“You're alright now, love. C’mon up. That’s it, easy”

He swung my arm around his neck and held my waist tightly as he led me to the bench seating on the other side of the kitchen counter.

Despite the daze I was in, I still felt my heart quicken, at his firm grip on my waist and at the ease with which he picked me up.

“Sanji, what are you doing up?” I whispered, not because I was trying to be quiet, but because the knock had left me completely winded.

He sat me down and wrapped my shawl around me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as he did, and kneeled down in front of me.

“Are you okay? Look at my fingers, how many do you see? Are you cut anywhere, y/n? Do you have a concussion? Do you want some water, tea? What do you need, I’ll get it for you, anything you nee-”

“Sanji,” I said, holding my hand firmly on his mouth to keep him quiet, “I’m alright.”

I squeezed his shoulder, as I saw a sigh of relief wash over his face. “You really got to stop treating me like some princess you know.”

“Madam, you are the loveliest person to ever grace this ship. I would hate it if I couldn’t bask in your beauty everyday.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” But I could feel my stomach fluttering at his words.

He grinned, “madam, someone as lovely as you deserves to hear it said often.”

I shoved his shoulder. “Shut up!”

He laughed. He looked so soft in the light of the lantern.

“You didn’t answer my question by the way.”

“What question?” he asked, as he got up to sit next to me.

“Why are you awake?”

He turned his face away from me and shifted uneasily on the bench. “Why does it matter?”

“Sanji, why are you awake, really? What is it that you’re not telling us? You know I’ve lost track of how many times Luffy’s found you asleep in here because you’ve been up doing… well, whatever you do. What’s going on?”

He let out a deep sigh as he turned back around to face me, looking at me through the flop of blonde hair that covered half his face. He bit his lip hard and dropped his head, defeated it would seem.

The ship continued to sway and croak and groan, as the silence between us grew.

He looked small, afraid. I reached out to hold his hands and he took them eagerly, squeezing them tightly as he did.

“You all know about what happened to me and Zeff,” he said finally, “and I appreciate the kind words and empathy you’ve all given me, but you could never really understand what that was like, being out there. Waiting to die. The scorching, unrelenting sun in the day that made my skin flake off. The icy air of night that felt like daggers, prodding at my burnt flesh. Being hollowed out from the inside, from the hunger, until the numbness set in and I thought I’d melt into that shitty rock. Even being as careful as I was, as precise, I still didn’t have nearly enough food to survive, and it really was only by fate or luck, a real miracle actually, that we were rescued.

I guess I haven’t shook that feeling yet, that fear. It was easier to distract myself in the restaurant, you know, being surrounded by food and all, but here it’s different here. I-I just want be sure, I want to know that we’re good, at all times, because I don’t want any of you to go through what I did. It’s shit, yeah I know, but I’d rather not sleep then let any of you go through that.”

Again, the silence between us was palpable.

I felt like I’d been punched.

He breathed heavily, as if trying to catch his breath and I knew then that this was something he had kept buried deep within himself because the true nature of his fear was so horrific, so raw, who could ever understand it?

None of us had been out there with him, even though we would all do the same for each other.

But our sentiments were just words.

He had lived it.

The silence grew stifling.

I knew he would do anything to protect us from that fate.

“Sanji”

“You-you can’t tell the others. They don’t need to know, yeah? I’m happy as long as they’re fed with no complaints.”

“But Sanji-”

“Y/n, please don’t tell them.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

The mess of thoughts in my mind was growing.

He held my hands tighter and used them to pull himself towards me. His thumbs made circular motions on my palms.

I heard my heart pounding in my ears and I stupidly hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“Darling, I am a ball of dough in your hands. You can knead me and form me any way you’d like, and I’ll give you no resistance.”

“Pfft” I giggled and so did he.

At this, I felt like we were both at ease again.

I always admired his way of keeping things light.

“No, but, if you’d allow me, madam, to be serious,” he straightened up a bit then, “I suppose I was hoping that you’d find me in here. I was hoping that I could tell just you. You’ve got a way about you that everyone just finds trustworthy. I don’t know but there’s, there’s something about you...” He trailed off and laughed before he could finish, and I could see a faint blush of pink on his cheeks. “Sorry I-I ugh, I’m a bit sleep deprived. I’m just glad you’re here.”

I had never seen this side of him (or any side of him for that matter) though I knew it existed. Somewhere under the flirtatious, playboy persona he put out, I knew there was a genuine sweetness. I just wished I was more awake to really enjoy it.

Once the pain I was in wore off, my whole body felt heavy, like it was being pulled down with the full force of gravity, and the sway of the ship was less violent and more like the gentle rock of a cradle.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.” I swept his bangs out of his eyes and kept my hand cupped around the side of his face. I hadn’t realised how blue his eyes were until now.

Even in the dull light, I could see every shade of blue there was swirling in them, like the ocean’s raging swell on a moonlit night. I saw the sleep in his eyes weighing him down too.

“You know this is the most words I’ve heard out of your mouth since I got here.”

He grinned sleepily, “well I’ve just been trying to find the right time to talk to you, my swan.”

I could feel my cheeks burn and I hoped he didn’t see the blush come over them.

“I didn’t think the right time would be 3am, me face planted and bruised in the kitchen, but here we are.”

“You are alright now, yeah?”

“Of course,” I scoffed, “I’m just sleepy. You look sleepy too.”

As if on cue, he yawned and leaned back on the bench.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s super late. And Luffy wanted everyone to have a big breakfast tomorrow, you know with eggs, bacon, croissants, etc. Breakfast service is always the most important. But I just…” his voice trailed off again, but there was a hint of frustration this time.

“You just can’t sleep, like you cannot.”

“Yeah.”

“I get it,” I said, and I did, “the memories, they come back; more vividly, more real at night. It’s like it’s better to be awake than asleep. Like sleep causes you to relive the pain. Every moment, everything.”

“Y/n,” he said with concern in his voice, “what caused you pain, my love?”

My love.

Those words rang in my ears for some time, even now. Did he mean it?, I thought, maybe he feels the same?

Was all that flirting genuine or was he just being nice?

Was he just being Sanji?

It had been such a long, revealing night, but that stuck out to me and I couldn’t shake it.

He had been so open about his fears, not even the captain knew what he was telling me, I was sure of it.

So then, I kept thinking, why me?

If I didn’t mean something more, then why me?

While I was mulling all this over, I hadn’t noticed that I was leaning on his shoulder until he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly, so that my face rested on his chest.

The slit in his poet shirt revealed his tanned skin underneath.

I boldly moved my hand up his chest and traced his freckles with my fingers.

He played with my hair.

Friends definitely didn’t do this.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” I whispered, “just close your eyes, okay? And Sanji?”

“Yes?”

“If you need a sous chef tomorrow morning, I’ll be there.”

I felt his soft laugh hum in his chest.

“Thank you, y/n. I’ll take you up on that.”

He buried his face in my hair as he continued to hug me and I felt his whole body relax.

In one night, the chef had shown me that there were more layers to this cake of a personality he had than I had fully anticipated, and all of them were deliciously sweet.

Delectable even.

And confusing.

As we slipped further into sleep, we had also unknowingly laid ourselves out on the bench, still tangled in each other's embrace, and sharing my shawl for warmth.

An embrace that was a little too close for friends.

— — — — —

“We’re just friends, Nami,” I hissed, trying to restrain myself from yelling in her ear, “there’s nothing there! He-we- we’re just friends! There are no feelings, we are JUST friends.”

She found us in the morning and woke me up, leaving Sanji still asleep.

I flapped around our room, growling out my protests as I did, but it was no use.

She just sat there.

Just sat there.

Arms folded and tapping her toes.

With a huge smirk plastered across her face.

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

#opla sanji #opla sanji x fem!reader #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #opla x reader #first person pov #vinsmoke sanji #sanji vinsmoke #sanji fanfic #sanji fanfiction #opla #one piece sanji #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #actually down on my knees for this man 🙈🙇🏽‍♀️

[typicalopposite]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

(OMG istg if it wasn't for auto drafts I would not be making this! I was almost done and accidently erased the whole thing! but it had auto saved! So here we are!)

Ooooo! I love theseeeeeee! Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

102 :) maybeeeeeeee (definitely) about to be 103 ;)

What's your total ao3 word count?

458,418!! O.o

What fandoms do you write for?

Quite a few! Let's go back from newest to oldest shall we? 9-1-1, RWRB, Shameless, The Untamed (nothing posted yet), Stranger Things, Starsky & Hutch, The Musketeers (BBC), Our Flag Means Death, AAAAAAND Supernatural! :)

Top five fics by kudos:

Zahra Deserves a Raise (RWRB)

Saved By (Not) An Angel (Supernatural)

A Summer Scandal (RWRB)

take my hand (i'll take the lead) (9-1-1)

The Royal American Wedding (Planner) (RWRB)

Do you respond to comments?

YESS!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OOOOOOF That's easy! Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Supernatural) It's part of an equally angst, and frustratingly unfinished, series... and is the last one so far... so it's left very cliff hanger-y :(

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

OOOOOOF! AGAIN! That's hard because I try to always have happy endings (minus the previously mentioned story...) Ummmmmm... I'll sayyyyyy Three Days (RWRB) because of how incredibly UNhappy it is in the beginning! LOL

Do you get hate on fics?

oh god I'm scared to jinx myself, but I haven't yet! O.o

Do you write smut?

Ehhhhhh.... very very tame

Craziest crossover:

haven't done one :(

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! :) Zahra Deserves a Raise is translated in Chinese! :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! With @scripted-downfall quite a few actually! And Smoke Gets in Your Eyes is one of them :)

All time favorite ship?

I plead the fifth, you can not make me answer this!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ack! it feels like all of them that prior to 9-1-1 and my RWRB Big Bang Fic :( but in reality probably the sister fic I made for Feast Your Black Eyes (Supernatural) :(

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know! I have a few comments saying my characterization is good... soooooo I'll go with that! O.o

What are your writing weaknesses?

: ; , - () ... <- *insert big MASSIVE middle finger emoji* I swear I'll just be putting them in text and I have no idea which one should be there or not... I just take pick them at random

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Should be handled with care (when writing)

First fandom you wrote in?

Supernatural (posted) Starsky & Hutch (in Docs)

Favorite fic you've written?

I plead the fifth... again!

No, ok, Three Days (that was a whole ride!! OMG) AND in a perfect world (9-1-1) I literally wrote this with only the kiss scene and like a handful of scene packs and fanfiction

and now to taggggggg @scripted-downfall, @luainthewild, @meraki-yao, aaaand @windwardstar :)

#tag game #fic writer #ao3 writer #multifandom #911 show #rwrb #supernatural #since those are the fics posted

[sikyurame]

8, 10, 21 for the ask game >:3c

ACK, alright you’re on, this is kind of long so I’ll put everything underneath

8) Have any comments/tags/responses on a fic of yours ever made you laugh, cry or both?

Both asdfgg I’m nervous to mention people, but I really like the comments saying how well I can write interactions between Gyro and Donald. I’ve always seen them as an old married couple who love to bicker with each other, and apparently other people like that too FFDDF

10) How many unfinished works are in your drafts?

Screw you, Cabbage (I’m joking I love you 💙 but also how dare you attack me like this) but very well here is my rabbit hole:

Total: 22 (as of now at least ffddf)

Gyro meets One (from PKNA), basically a prologue fic for ‘ARCHIE’

Fenton spends a week guessing who’s Gyro boyfriend

PKGyro, but Gyro is so done with Donald’s carelessness while out in patrol

Donro breakup fanfic (or not I haven’t decided which ending is canon FFDDF)

Huey, Dewey, and Louie meeting Panchito and Jose at the airport

Zico and Zeca meeting Panchito and Donald over videochat

Paralyzed au, Newton coping with his uncle being unable to walk

Paralyzed au, basically just Gyro and Donald playfully bantering while Duck Avenger is stopping a robbery

Gods au, Launchpad and Gyro meeting

Gods au, I won’t post it but *cough* Launchpad and Gyro become parents

17 Fenton meeting Topolino Donald and 87 Launchpad and them playing 20 questions while their Gyros are fixing a machine

Newton and Boyd meeting during a junior woodchuck meeting

Newton and Boyd learning that Gyro knows how to bake 30 different pie flavors

Newton gets scratched up at the lab and Gyro is a good but strict parent

A BUNCH of kid caballeros snippets from this au I made years ago (I won’t say what they are but just know it’s like 8 stories)

21) Do you listen to music as you write?

Surprisingly no, which is weird since I do it for drawing.

I tend to write stories on my phone a lot especially at work so I’m listening to dumb stuff my coworkers talk about, and if I’m not at work I’m laying in my bed at 2am typing away in silence lol

#asks #please don’t judge my wip rabbit hole I have way too many and probably will never finish any of it FFDDF

[vernedip]

Tagging Thing!

Rules: Tag 9 people (or less, because I don't really have many mutuals) you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below!

-- Tagged by @sakvnosuke

Last Song: Wanderer's Lullaby by Adriana Figueroa, because of... reasons? I've got a daydreamer's curse, honestly.

Three Ships: Okay okay, I'll be honest, I'm a multishipper and generally prefer to keep my own ships separate from this account, but probably... Ekuserirei (MP100), Gochiccolo (DBZ), and... Hyuroicia/ai (FMA)..? I know, I know, they're weird, but I'm more of a found family person than a romance one, so I'm more a sucker for poly, borderline queerplatonic ships that also just center around a few people taking care of a child or three, I guess. Some honourable mentions would probably still be more domestic ships like KyuTae (Gintama) and Entourageshipping (Pokéspe), or crack ships like Handa x Kawafuji (Barakamon), whatever the heck Tom, Shizuo, and Vorona had (Durarara), or basically any appropriate ship in Gintama... Wait, are these even romantic ships for me anymore--

Currently Reading: Well, with normal books, I've been reading light novel after light novel these days. But not even consistent ones. One minute, it's Durarara, then Bungou Stray Dogs, then Kirby. I dunno either. In terms of fanfiction this very moment, however, I've been bouncing between fandoms a lot lately, so even though I was reading page after page of Yu-Gi-Oh and TMNT fanfics a few months ago, I'm suddenly back on a weird DBZ, Moomins, and Gintama thing. Last one I read was probably this one where Gintoki and the kids get kidnapped by this one dude who wants to enter the Shiroyasha in a galactic tournament or something, with a title that's on the tip of my tongue, if I can just find where I left the tab...

Last Movie: THE NEW PUSS IN BOOTS MOVIE WAS SOOOO GOOD!! I almost wanted to cry from the sheer amount of good it was, man! The visuals, the sound design, the story, the characters, it was all just so--! Gods, I've been loving what these sort of movies have been doing lately, where they're starting to get a bit bolder with storytelling. I love it a lot. I also know I'll be seeing that new TMNT movie coming out this August with some friends later, too! Hope it will live up to this trend.

Craving: I've read so many good fanfics... my standards for stories are only rising higher..! Pretty soon, I'll run out of stories I really want and I'll probably just spontaneously combust and die on the spot when that happens. Somebody..! Please..!! I need regular book recommendations of found family..! Preferably some random jaded adult gaining some kid that isn't blood related to them, maybe a few kids, actually. Or maybe a poly parental unit that focuses more on them raising their adopted kid than on the oddity of the relationship itself please! I dunno, but anything along those lines! I'm practically starving over here.

Ack, sorry, this was probably supposed to be a quick thing, but I've never been tagged before and I got carried away in my excitement to share my super weird story preferences on here.

Tagging: @en-decouvrant-le-monde @vimroy @magnacidebb @doozythebird

#holy crap #curse my tendency to turn every interest into a mini unstructured essay #the new trigun show is actually pretty good so far for me #i loved the first one when it came out and while it took me a bit to get used to the 3d animation it was definitely something #and everybody knows grumpy x sunny will always be a traditional ship in any fandom regardless of order #and of course so long as it's not like something gross or anything my multishipping heart wouldn't have it any other way #also good luck with the guitar savings man! #quick word of warning though #if you've never been a string instrument player or some other thing that involves toughening up your hands #mind your fingertips! #and that's all #this was fun actually!

[alexpangender]

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Another day another nuke exploding on the ground somewhere far away from the city, and the one who is sending nukes? A genderfluid 16year old (half demon bitch/hj) who is chaotic enough to kill god. (not kidding) She was bored and just casually started nuking something farther away from the city he lived in (even if they wanted to cause arson but still didnt want to get jailed), oh and it was around 3pm so it was amazing time for someone to take a walk ;)

53 notki (opublikowane w 2 lipca 2022)

Nr 4

{I see many people headcanon that Dark, Host and Google are shorter then Bing, Wilf and Dr.Iplier but i think like Host is the tallest of every ego, Dark is second with Google, Wilford is the third tallest ego with Dr.Iplier etc etc.

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Nr 3

*tosses a monster and a bag of Swedish fish* Here you go child.

*catches the monster and the bag kg swedish fish* :0 Thank you Mr.Red for this! *Hugs Mr.Red*

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Nr 2

A portal opens up in the living room, and out was was a boy. Falling out of the portal, and landing, smack dab onto Mahina.

"ACK" the boy screamed out in fright and pain. He looks up in bewilderment, clutching tightly at his right arm that had bits and pieces of what used to be a cast. His disheveled hair and dirty appearance showed that he wasn't treated well, and didn't grow up with a good childhood.

"EECKK!-" Mahina squeaked in suprised and jumped behind the couch, confused and curious about what or who fell through the portal.

They poked there heard above the couch but frowned at the sight of that boy, he didnt look like he was being taken care of properly, which showed fron his right arm and his hair. Why was this child here, its not like anyone in the apartament got, visitors.

"Hey there buddy! Are you okay, you look un-well.."

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Mój post nr 1 w 2022

*A wormhole opens up and a person steps out*

Sup dude!

*Bing looked at the person who came out of a weird hole confused and suprised*

Eh- did you just come out of that hole?-

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[sophiashortcake]

— 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 🍰

“I GUESS I’M JUST A PLAY DATE TO YOU.”

previous ❀ series masterlist

𝟐𝟕. epilogue

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑...

“Okay, so I believe you screw this piece and that piece together and- BOKUTO-SAN NO!”

Everyone collectively groaned as Bokuto sheepishly held the now broken piece of what was going to be your headboard. Akaashi sighed and put down the Ikea furniture manual to rub his temples. Now the headboard was added to the list of furniture casualties along with the coffee table and nightstand (also broken by Bokuto).

“I thought it would be faster if I just tried popping it into place!” He whined, defending his terrible handyman skills and all too clumsy strength.

Your friends had volunteered to help you and Kei build the furniture for your new apartment, which turned out to be a harder task than you once thought. You all had spent the last few hours sitting on the floor of your new apartment surrounded by the clutter of move-in boxes and stray Ikea furniture parts.

“I think we’re gonna have to sleep on a bed with no headboard,” you sighed.

“It’s not like we weren’t gonna break it ourselves anyway,” Kei muttered, flipping through the instruction manual he had snatched away from Akaashi. Kei realized his comment wasn’t as quiet as he thought as everybody snapped their heads to his. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“Get a room!” Yamaguchi screeched, feigning disgust.

“Uh, you’re sitting in it,” Kuroo replied.

Before the teasing got relentless, a loud bang was heard out in the living room along with the sounds of harsh drags across the floor, and groans.

“For the love of god, can somebody help me and Oikawa out here?!” Iwaizumi called, “I think this couch weighs more than Y/N!”

You sighed in relief, thankful the subject changed. Everybody got up and flooded into the living room to help Iwaizumi and Oikawa get the couch into the living room (where Bokuto’s strength actually helped for once).

Though you couldn’t afford much on a college student’s salary, a home was starting to take form inside the apartment. You grinned at the sight, giddy excitement bubbling in your stomach. You truly couldn’t be happier.

“I think it’s coming along very nicely Y/N,” Kiyoko grinned, “but don’t you two think it’s a little soon to be moving in which each other?”

“Yoko, it’s not like we haven’t lived with each other before,” you deadpanned, “and plus, it saves us money since we’re still in school.”

“Ah, that’s true,” she chuckled, remembering the living together ordeal that brought you and Kei together in high school.

It was crazy to think that a few years ago, you and Kei had been quarrelling in the same house, wanting nothing more for you to move out. But now, you both were moving in with each other. Even when you lived separately, you came to realize that Kei was your home.

“I can’t wait until we start decorating!” Yachi squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement imagining all the possible decorations.

“You two decorating is my nightmare,” Kei sighed. You whacked his shoulder lightly, pouting.

“Y/N-chan, if you ever get annoyed by Tsukki, my door is always open!” Oikawa sang, receiving an eye roll from Iwaizumi.

“Get in line,” Kuroo retorted. “Y/N would rather live with me! My apartment is way better.”

Kuroo had also purchased an apartment recently, at an eerily cheap price. With such a small price tag, you would assume that the apartment was going to be barely a closet, but in reality, it was even nicer than your own (and you and Kei had saved up a hefty amount from your own jobs). Kei had warned him that apartments that nice didn’t come cheap without a reason, but Kuroo had shrugged it off under the premise that he was a broke college student who didn’t have many options.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t we remember that I offered Y/N to live with me first back in high school?!” Bokuto protested.

“Can you all please back off on my girlfriend?” Kei grumbled.

“Aww, Kei loves me!” You teased, clinging to his arm trying to peck his cheek. He dodged your kiss, his cheeks tinged red.

“Still a tsundere,” Akaashi sighed.

“He always will be,” Yamaguchi chuckled. “It’s Tsukki we’re talking about here.”

The next few hours you finished up building the furniture, or at least attempted to. As it turns out, none of your friends were exactly handymen.

“Finally!” You groaned, as the last piece was screwed in for your shelf.

With the finishing touches on the apartment, the night was drawing to a close. Kiyoko and Yachi wrapped you into a hug and pecked your cheek before they left. Iwaizumi ruffled your hair, telling you and Kei not to act up too much while you were alone. Bokuto and Yamaguchi excitedly discussed the possibilities of a group sleepover (which Kei wasn’t exactly excited for, but knew he wasn’t getting out of). Akaashi gave you both a hefty lecture on proper behavior for living alone without “parental supervision”. (Both of you were adults with jobs!)

Slowly the apartment grew empty besides for you, Oikawa, and Kuroo and Kei who were having a discussion about Kuroo’s suspicious new apartment. While you were sorting through the move in boxes, Oikawa pulled you aside.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say I’m happy for you,” he grinned.

Over the course of time, Oikawa learned to get over you, and owned up to his mistakes. Slowly but surely, he regained your trust, and even Kei’s as they grew a strange frenemy relationship. Now there was nothing but platonic love and trust between you two, the past behind you both.

“Thank you, Tooru,” you smiled, pulling him inside a hug.

“But if Tsukishima ever acts up-”

“Shut it Shittykawa!” Kei called from across the apartment.

“He and Iwaizumi have been spending too much time together,” you sighed.

Oikawa laughed, and pulled out of the hug. You smiled, knowing Oikawa truly was happy for you both.

Before he walked out the door, he clapped Kei on the back.

“Don’t forget your promise,” he warned, wagging a finger at him.

“I won’t,” Kei replied, rolling his eyes.

Kuroo was the next to leave, finishing his conversation with Kei.

“You two better help me move in next week!” Kuroo exclaimed, before leaving the apartment. You both chuckled and agreed as you finished bidding your goodbyes.

Now the apartment finally was empty, besides for you and Kei.

“What promise did you and Oikawa make?” You asked curiously.

“Something back in high school, don’t worry about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, those two were definitely hiding something.

“Speaking of high school, wait here, I have something for you,” he said, before running off to the bedroom to dig out something from the move in boxes. He pulled out a worn piece of paper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he handed it to you. You studied it carefully before realizing it was the confession letter you had written in high school.

“I thought I lost this!” You gasped. While you lived with Kei, you kept it stashed in your desk drawer, but you assumed you had lost it somehow while you were moving out of Kei’s house.

“You left it in your desk at my house, I kept it,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Even after all these years?” You giggled.

“Yeah, I felt like it was too important to throw out.”

You scanned over your letter, the nostalgia washing over you as you softly smiled at the memories. However, you noticed over the bright red D minus sprawled over the corner was crossed out, now replaced by an A plus.

“Why is the grade different?” you questioned, confused.

“I regraded it, A plus for effort,” he said.

“Kei,” you whined, your heart swelling. He really has grown over the years, hasn’t he?

“But don’t get me wrong, your spelling and grammar still suck.”

But obviously, it wouldn’t be your Tsukishima Kei if he didn’t throw in one of his comments too.

“Jerk!” You hollered, smacking his head as he cackled. You pouted as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Welcome home, Y/N.”

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: the letter is now framed in the apartment next to the framed pictures of y/n and tsukki throughout the years.

𝐚/𝐧:

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚:

• the idea came from itazura na kiss, i based mine specifically off the kdrama.

• miyagitea was originally supposed to be either an oc, suga, or yamaguchi. @/wisteriarain talked me out of it and suggested oikawa.

��� the original idea was for this to be a manager!reader x tsukki smau with no letter, living together, etc. they were originally just supposed to hate eachother right out the gate and have a fuck buddy relationship.

• the next idea was based off good morning call and that tsukki and y/n were both college students who got scammed by their new apartment complex and ended up having to live together.

• y/n mother’s (hayami) and akane’s relationship was based off my mom and her best friend.

• y/n’s mother’s contact name, mama bear, is my mom’s best friend’s nickname.

• i considered having a female antagonist/oc to play y/n’s rival for tsukki.

• i didn’t write y/n having a father figure and barely wrote about tsukishima’s (even though he was in the picture) because i find it uncomfortable to write about father figures.

• this was only ever mentioned in an ask, but y/n’s mother is a lawyer!

• i came up with the idea driving home from the orthodonist and i passed a building that said, “asian volleyball association”.

• miyagitea almost didn’t make it into the story, it was a last minute addition.

• the title came before the plot, it was based off the melanie martinez song.

• there is bonus material on the masterlist! the dress from chapter 21 inspiration and official playlist can be found there!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!): @sinistersith @moronsuke @yougivemebutterfliess @saturnfarie @peachiikichu @what-happens-inside-the-box @nonoszrk @cece-lives-here @belli-jelly @cvlliesstuff @ack-aashi @mindofess @virgoamajiki @natsukitakama @shimy-deko @irenevyas @virgoamajiki @toaster-stick @little-dark-empress @h0ngh0ngh0ng @freyafolkvangr @winunk @estmagnifique @thechaosoflonging @ilovesupersoldiers @simpletype @burntcilantro @starrydaisy @animatedrapture @intothatbluebluesky @resetrestartandreplay @lostmarimoismyhubby @witcherydotcom @kukiisan @not-venice @grapesauze @amberisnotcrazy @tarasaoristark @ammemuts @cloudymotel @loving-unicorns106 @strawberryssel @kakaokenma @cadelinha-de-haikyuu @wowie-issa-me-amario @pruemania @vitalthot @kageyamasgirl @abswrites @kac-chowsballs

#[🍰] — play date #haikyuu smau #hq smau #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukishima kei smau #tsukishima smau #tsukki smau #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima x you #tsukki x you #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima fluff #tsukki fluff #tsukishima kei imagine #tsukishima imagine #tsukki imagine #haikyuu tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu tsukki #haikyuu tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukki x reader #haikyuu social media au

[starrybouquet]

WIP Folder Tag Game

Rules: I will post all the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as I have WIPs to do the same. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

So at last count I had 70-something documents that were technically WIPs, and that was a few weeks ago. I've pared it down so that these are all files that contain more than a random sentence that I wrote at 3am with no context and no idea of what was going to happen after that. Have fun....this list is WILD!

AMTDI - S/J - M

"This man had delusions of grandeur," the alien pronounced

A serious relationship

Medieval SciFi AU

Five times Jack calls Sam ma'am

In All Duty and Service

Invert AU

RPF I'll never post

Paradise Lost post-ep

it's quiet uptown

pain med Jack

When the war was over...

The Best Part Ch 2

For God and Country

SJ Headcanon Drabbles

I called him sir

Telepathy prequel

RPF random

Xmas Telepathy

mad about DC...again

RDA becomes a hockey player AU

Ace SJ

Hallmark Shipmas

Wedding Dress Fic

football AU

King Midas

Five times Jack didn't get married

Five ways Joe Faxon died a horrible death

Rearview Mirror

Sea ch 2

Daniel on Daniel violence

Smarts

Friday Nights

New Guard

Season 9-10 AU

The Scorns of Time

Home Comforts

Amnesia cliche fic

Jealous Sam

Colors

Hexes

(That's still way way way too long. Ack!)

Tagging @carothepoet @scullybeane @fine-with-my-spite @sententiousandbellicose @mylittleredgirl @mrv3000 @tinknevertalks @captaincarriekathryncoffee @delicatelie89 and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! Seriously, anyone. I've been semi-Tumblr absent so I feel like I've forgotten a bunch of you. Apologies. I promise it's not intentional.

EDIT: Fuck fuck fuck I forgot to thank the awesome, wonderful @i-am-a-stupid-robot who did the lovely thing of TAGGING me in this. I am, in this case, the stupid robot. Also thank you, friend! <3

#tag games #sg1 #ncis #fanfic #my blogstuffs

[fungifaggot]

Polaroids

Request: You write for LiS ^_^ i would love to read m!reader x Nathan if you'd like to write about him :) perhaps something with reader taking photos of him constantly and pissing him off which leads to sexy times? 

Warnings: lots of swearing and suggestive themes.

A/n: Loved this request, I didn’t write full on smut (sorry bout that) because that’s all I've been writing so far. Even if its a lil janky I hope it’s close enough to what you wanted. Thanks for requesting

!Feel free to send constructive criticisms and requests are open!

_____________

*CLICK*

“Jesus Y/n, again? Seriously?” Nathan scoffed after being met face to face with the lens of your Polaroid for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“Aww what, is someone angwy~” You said as you jutted out your bottom lip, laughing when he rolled his eyes. You pulled out the image and shook it for a bit before rolling over to add it to the comically large pile you had created on the side of his bed.

“You’re annoying you know that right?” He stated bluntly.

“Yeah, and you’re hot. What about it?” You said turning your head towards him to send a wink, hiding the smirk that crept onto your face when you noticed the light shade of pink that dusted over his cheeks.

“I can’t stand you” he muttered

“Tch- oh c’monnn, you know you love me” you giggled out while nudging your elbow into his lower back.

What you didn’t know was that; Yeah. He did. Quite a lot actually.

Despite the contrast in your personalities, Nathan had fallen head over heels for you. For the longest time he didn't know why and he didn't want to believe it either, but with the way you made that boy blush, stutter, and trip over his own words like a fool, he knew he was fucked and that there was no denying it. 

He couldn't help but to think about you all the time. Think about the way you actually listened to him, the way you genuinely enjoyed his company, the way you made him laugh like no one else could, or even just the fact that you  genuinely cared for him as a person. 

Whatever it was, he liked it about you. And you were the exact same way. 

You had liked Nathan for a while now. When you first met him you knew right off the bat that he was attractive, but the more you talked to him and the longer you knew him, the harder you fell and the harder it was to be around him all the time. 

As much as you loved being around Nathan, controlling your emotions eventually became hell. And no matter how many flirtatious jokes you made or how close he was to you, it was never enough. You wanted him to be in your arms (and in your bed). You wanted him to be yours.

And for now, he wasn't. 

You sat back up and began to search through your pile. A lot of them were actually quite good, there were pictures of him from inside his truck, some from when you went to the Two Whales Diner, and a few that you had taken on campus. 

While looking you laughed abruptly when you came across multiple photos where he was very clearly pissed off or in the process of trying to snatch your camera away. This caught Nathans attention and he turned around immediately

 “What?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Nuthinnn~” You replied with a snort.

“Don’t be an ass, just show me.”

“Me being an ass? Nathan all you ever are is an ass” You sneered, yanking the picture away when he attempted to reach for it. 

You knew this wasn’t going to end well, but there was no way in hell you were just going to let him win. In a rush you quickly gathered the pile and stood up. You both stared at each other from opposite sides of the bed, awaiting each others next move.

“They’re pictures of me, if anything I should be the one who gets to look at them.” He said, pointing a finger at you accusingly.

“Yeah yeah sure, but how are you supposed to do that if you don’t have them.”

“Just give them to me.” he growled

“Hell no.” you said, laughing at the way his eyebrows raised in a brief moment of shock. You on the other hand stood there with a shit eating grin waiting eagerly for his response. 

What you weren't expecting though was for him to jump up onto the bed and lunge directly at you.

“Oh n-”  You started, dropping all the pictures and going to catch him instead. As soon as he landed in your arms, you tossed him aside like trash and raced towards the fallen pictures. As soon as Nathan got onto his feet he did the same, shoving you to the floor in the process.

He frantically grabbed as many as he could. That is, until you picked him up from under his armpits like a toddler, body slammed him down onto the bed, and belly flopped on top of him without a second thought. 

“ACK- Y/n you fat asshole get off of me!”

You perked your head up at that, gasping heavily while placing your hand on your chest clearly pretending to be offended. 

“How dare you” you said mockingly

“Oh my god Y/nnn, seriously just get off of me I can’t breathe.” he groaned out.

You laughed and finally lifted your body weight off of him, now trapping him between your legs as you hovered over him instead.

You couldn't help, but notice his flustered cheeks and disheveled hair. Or the way his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath from his tantrum. 

Shit. You were really turned on.

You looked into his eyes and noticed him staring right back at you, and maybe you were just imagining things, but for a split second his eyes drifted down to your lips and back up to your intense gaze. Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours until Nathan finally chimed in 

“Keep staring at me like that and I might just think you’re in love with me or something” He said following it with a dull laugh. 

“Who says I'm not?” You ‘joked’ raising your eyebrows up and down, making him roll his eyes once again. 

“Y’know, that’s what I can’t stand about you Y/n. You’re always joking around and I can never tell when you’re serious.” He mumbled, sounding genuinely upset.

He roughly shoved you in the chest, making you sit up straight and just about straddle him.

“What, do you want me to be serious?” you asked.

A few moments of silence passed by and he didn’t bother to respond. Instead he tried to wiggle his way out from between your legs, stopping instantly when he felt the warmth of your hands on his face. You cupped his cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. When you opened your eyes back up he looked damn near paralyzed. 

“Oh... No? I just thou-” You started to rush out in a panic before getting pulled back into a kiss by the collar of your shirt. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, and the other on the headboard in order to maintain balance.

His lips were impossibly soft and tasted of vanilla from the shakes that you had drank earlier. As cliche as it is, in that very moment you swore that you could feel sparks fly inside of you.

What had started out as a gentle kiss quickly became one full of desperation and need. His hands gripped your shirt pulling you as close to him as possible. You bit on and pulled his lip before going back in, this time forcing your tongue into his mouth. He whined into the kiss as your hand danced along his sides and then down to his ass, where you gave it a firm squeeze.

You both pulled away, breathing heavily. You looked him up and down, analyzing everything about him. Analyzing the way his shirt was lifted up just enough to expose his v line, the way he had spread his legs further apart, and even the way his pants seemed to be much tighter than they were before.

You looked back at his flustered face and smiled at him softly, leaning back down to kiss him, but before you did so you shifted so that your knee was up against his crotch, making him moan out loud. His cheeks turned a deep red and he turned his head, unable to look you in the eye. You took a hold of his chin and directed it towards your face, running your thumb over his bottom lip before giving it another kiss. 

You moved down to his jawline, trailing kisses alongside it while he tilted it back to give you more access. You nipped at his ear before proceeding to make your way down his neck, sucking and biting as you did so. You pulled his collar down and began to leave marks. He arched his back and rubbed his chest up against yours before pathetically moaning out

“Y/n, please just fuck me already.”

You pulled away from his neck and looked him dead in the eyes before responding nonchalantly with

“Nah."

His eyes widened in a mixture of both shock and anger. He sat up immediately and pushed you so that you were no longer hovering over him.

“You bitch, and why not!?”

“Cause we’re not even dating.” You replied as if it were obvious. 

He knew that you couldn’t care less about whether you were dating or not and that you were obviously just trying to get on his nerves. And goddamn were you succeeding at that. 

“You’re such an asshole” He muttered, much too horny to bother yelling at you.

“Yeah yeahhh, but I could be your asshole.” You countered, chuckling a little at how stupid you sounded.

He scoffed and turned away. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever I guess.” he mumbled while crossing his arms. 

You smiled widely and peppered kisses all over the side of his face before crashing next to him on the bed and pulling him against your chest.

“Just put your fucking third leg away, its distracting.”

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Forelsket | 8 - Not a Dream

Tsukishima Kei  x f!Reader

Note: Out of embarrassment, you closed your eyes during the whole process.

A/n: A little short but finally LMAO.

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Perhaps you never quite forgot about the pretty boy, who had quite literally swept you off your feet and stole a kiss from you. Soft-looking blonde hair and a warm shade of honey brown eyes. Tall and stoic, a mysterious kind of guy maybe. 

Yet, all of that was ruined when he decided to open his mouth. A very soft... or harsh... reminder that boys were just not it for you right now. Gosh, if only. You really might have taken Kuroo’s advice to move on by finding a new beau. Was the world just against you, that it decided the men in your life were all shit. Besides Kenma of course. 

Kuroo was debatable. 

So when you wake up the day after you return to Tokyo, world pitch black from the eye mask you didn’t know you had, you weren’t expecting the foreign contents of what was supposed to be your room. 

“Tetsu?” You yawn, confused why your bed felt emptier. The middle blocker had been sleeping over, and you really hope he’s not destroying your kitchen in attempt to cheer you up from yet another barrage of calls from your ex. 

You froze. Was that your voice? Were you sick? Slipping off the eye mask, you set it down on the bed. Ignoring your abnormally larger hard, you brush your palm over the mattress. Were these your bed sheets? You don’t quite remember having this color. Glancing around, you don’t even remember ever having such bad eyesight. 

Through the blurry blobs, you spot glasses on the nightstand and don them as you examine your surroundings. You notice the shelves lined with figures of dinosaurs and the school uniform and volleyball jersey that hangs on hooks on the door to your room... at least whoever’s room you were in. 

You were either kidnapped by a prehistorical nerd, or your childhood friend had somehow changed the whole layout of your room within hours. The latter didn’t seem to convincing, but knowing Kuroo, it was still possible. 

Scratching your head, you squeeze your eyes shut at your lack of longer hair. Soft and short strands met your fingertips as you swear to any god out there, if Kuroo Tetsurou cut your hair in your sleep as some sort of prank - he was going to meet his death.

Slipping out of bed, you glance down at your abnormally longer legs. You’re equally as weirded out as you stand and find that you reach the height of the doorway when you leave the confines of the room and into an unfamiliar hallway. Through trial and error, you find the bathroom, switching on the lights as you glance at the mirror. 

Your heart stops.

Was... was that you?

“Hah?!” You exclaim in shock, gripping the edges of the counter to stare at your reflection. Familiar honey eyes stare back in mirrored shock, wide in disbelief, as you recognize the face of the pretty boy from just the day before. 

Slowly raising your hands to your face, you watch as the reflection mimics the way you brush your digits over your cheeks. 

Was this real? Were you hallucinating? A dream? 

You pinch yourself with a wince at the sharp pain.

Not a dream apparently. 

“Hey— you’re unusually loud this morning, you okay?” 

You flinch, glancing over at the male standing at the doorway. He’s slightly shorter than your current body, sporting the same blonde hair color and honey colored eyes. His expression is notably more softer than the stern frown you had seen on the boy in the mirror. 

Currently, you were still finding it hard to believe that you were in that boy’s body right now. You didn’t even sleep that late last night. So how was any of this even possible?

Were you reading too many shoujo books? Body swaps couldn’t possibly be real... right?

“I’m fine,” You answer finally when you realize he’s still waiting for a response. 

Was this his brother perhaps? The similarities in appearances were striking. He was too young-looking to be his father.

He doesn’t seem too convinced by the answer, but he shakes his head and shrugs, “Alright, if you need anything let me know, you look a little pale.”

He was right. When he finally left you alone, you shut the door with a click of the lock and turned to once again appraise yourself in the mirror. The color from your cheeks were draining and you looked as though you’ve seen a ghost. Although, honestly the expression seemed so out of character and weird on the middle blocker’s face.

You were starting to panic, chest tightening as you gradually grew dizzier. Taking a seat on the toilet seat cover, you placed your head in your hands. 

Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. 

You stayed like this until you felt the world come to a stand still and you could breathe normally again. 

How did this happen in the first place? Your brows scrunched together in hard concentration, thinking back to your only interaction with the boy. The pads of your fingers brush over your, well... his bottom lip, remembering the static of electricity that had shocked you when you’d both kissed that night. Could it have been...? Was that even possible outside of anime and manga? 

Then you felt it. Horror struck across your expression as you glanced down at your crotch. 

You really had to pee right now.

.

Tsukishima opened his eyes to the bright shine of the sun slicing through the blades of the blinds. Irritated, he wondered where his eye mask had gone in the middle of the night. He shifted to sit up when he realized he was being held captive by a tight hold around his middle. 

Finally growing aware of the warmth surrounding him, he raised his chin to glare up at the sleeping face of Kuroo Tetsurou. 

Wait. What. 

He looked up and down multiple times, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them, in case he was hallucinating. Each time, he grew even more uncomfortable with how close his mentor was, and even more disturbed by his sudden appearance.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house Kuroo-san?” He spat harshly, before his mind went blank at the pitch of his voice. 

Seriously what the fuck?

“Mm, Kuroo-san? I don’t remember pulling a prank on you just yet (F/n),” The raven-haired middle blocker hums, stirring from his sleep at the sound of his name. 

Tsukishima didn’t remember seeing Kuroo last night, nor did he remember getting in bed with him. The disgust at the thought and the experience right now, was making shivers run down his spine. He needed to get out of this weird cuddle position they were in, and fast. 

“Let go of me you pervert, I’m not into that,” He hisses, ripping himself from the other middle blocker’s arms. The sound of his voice continued to throw him off as he sat up and glanced around the room. 

What was going on? His eyesight had significantly improved. Moreover, this was definitely not his room.

“(F/n), are you okay? You literally asked for cuddles last night?” The other male says, more confused now as he sits up with a drawn out yawn. 

“(F/n)? Are you blind now? I’m Tsukishima?” He snaps in annoyance.

Who the hell is (F/n)?

Kuroo’s eyes open wide now, more awake and even more confused by his answer. 

“I’m serious, are you okay? Did kissing Glasses-kun mess you up that bad?” he asks teasingly, ruffling the shorter’s hair. 

That’s when Tsukishima notices his longer hairstyle. He’s also suddenly aware of how much bigger his mentor appears in comparison to himself. Had he always been that much larger than him? They were supposedly about near each other’s heights. 

Wait. Kiss?

Tsukishima turns to him with squinted eyes, frowning up at the elder.

“How do you know about the kiss?” 

The older blinks down at him. Really what was going on with his childhood friend? Were you having a random case of amnesia? So suddenly, was that even plausible?

“You told me? Are you sure you’re okay? Did you fall down again before I came over?”

His brows furrowed, he didn’t tell anyone, not even Yamaguchi told the two idiots plus Yachi. His friend didn’t even talk to the opposing captain either, so how?

“No what the fuck, besides that, where are we? This isn’t my house.”

Kuroo makes a face at that. 

“We are at your house (F/n).”

“No, and I’m Tsukishima.”

Hazel eyes squint down at him. Kuroo opens his mouth to say something when his phone vibrates incessantly on the nightstand. With his back turned to reach for the device, Tsukishima glances at the table to find a picture frame of the Nekoma captain, his pudding-haired setter, and you  — the girl he’d knocked over on his descent down the stairs and kissed just the other night. 

Picking up the phone, Kuroo is momentarily surprised to be receiving a call from the caller ID titled as “Tsukki”. Once accepting the call, he’s about to express his surprise about receiving a call from the aloof blonde, when his eyes widen at the frantic voice on the other line. 

“What do you mean you’re (F/n)?”

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Wild Ride | Shiranui

Wild Ride Chapter 1 - Shiranui Chp 2/Chp 3 [both are yet to be written] First three chapters will be published on Tumblr, but the rest will be posted on my AO3 which you can find here.

General Fic Info Rating; Explicit Category; M/M Ship(s); Hatake Kakashi/Shiranui Genma, Sarutobi Asuma/Shiranui Genma, Hatake Kakashi/Sarutobi Asuma Genre: Romance, Angst, Tags: Smut with plot, Poly Relationships, Friends with Benefits, Eventual Romance, Alternative Universe, Semi-Modern AU, Anal sex, Explicit Content, Misinterpreted Relationships, Misunderstandings, Drinking, Alcoholism

Semi-Modern AU - Many aspects of the canon universe are still present (Shinobi Organization System, Jutsu, Missions, Chunin Exams, etc) but take a lighter mood and aren’t as prominent. Technology is advanced and modernized, such as; phones, computers, internet, tvs, video games, etc. Peaceful AU - The Third Shinobi War still occurred but many, such as Uchiha Obito and Nohara Rin, still survived to tell the tale. The Uchiha clan were never massacred and neither of the Uchiha brothers left the Village.

Chapter Info; Word Count: ~5.7k Content Warnings: Drinking, One night stand, Hangover, Oral sex, Hand job, Friends with Benefits, bit of an oral fixation

s/n; There’s a reference to an anime I once watched in here, Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt.

+ last scene includes NSFW

The faint sound of his phone buzzing is what stirred Shiranui Genma awake, that, and the bright sun beaming him in his face. A shiver shot up his spine as cold, morning air brushed against his single exposed leg. He tucked his calf back under the blanket, which alerted him to the stinging pain between his cheeks.

Buzz… Buzz…

Genma groaned as his phone vibrated. His hand swung over to the end table, tapping around to find his phone. When he couldn’t feel it, he peeled his eyes open and a groan left his lips as the room he was in wasn’t his own. He tossed himself onto his back, keeping his hips turned onto their side, and ran his hands down his face. ‘Dammit… And I promised Hayate I wouldn’t...’ he thought to himself.

His phone quit buzzing and fell silent, leaving him in the quiet room. He sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to stop his splitting hangover headache as he tried to remember the night before.

Genma had gone out with his Jounin colleagues for a night of drinking; a way of celebrating Uchiha Obito’s promotion to Jounin. It didn’t phase him that he had a shift in the morning, he told himself he wasn’t going to get too drunk. Heh, and look how that turned out. He let out a groan as he pried at his own mind for answers. From his memory, he remembered… Ebisu, Might Gai, Umino Iruka (Technically, Iruka wasn’t a Jounin, but he still grew up close with the group), Sarutobi Asuma, Yuhi Kurenai, Nohara Rin, and Hatake Kakashi.

As he thought back to the night before, he cursed to himself for keeping his head upwards as his partner attacked his neck after roughly pushing him against the wall. The two hardly seemed to get through the door. He remembered the touch as he viciously undressed the person then. He definitely didn’t remember any tits.

The next thing he remembered was him on his knees, lips dragging up and down his partner’s cock as he bobbed his head. He still didn’t get a look at who it was. But it definitely wasn’t Kurenai or Rin.

So it wasn’t Kurenai or Rin and it wasn’t Obito or Asuma, he knew that for certain. Sure, Genma enjoyed a good hook-up here and there but he knew damn well that people in loving relationships were a no-go. So that left him with Ebisu, Gai, Iruka and Kakashi. Genma’s face visibly cringed and held back a gag before he immediately chucked Gai out of the list. He thought about Ebisu for a moment before kicking him off the list as well.

That left him with the last two on the list; Iruka or Kakashi.

Genma shivered and he held his wrist, resisting the urge to palm himself as he relished in the memories of the previous night. Fuck, Iruka or Kakashi were good, whoever it was. He just hated how every memory he had of the experience failed to give him any sort of indicator of whoever it was. Not like he wasn’t going to find out soon anyway.

He bit his bottom lip as his hips humped up into his hand; he caved in. His brunette bangs fell to the sides of his face as he raised his lower body upwards, his mouth drew open, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he felt his cock harden beneath his boxers. But as he melted into the pleasure, his phone started up again, buzzing and vibrating, effectively ruining the moment for him.

Scoffing, he relaxed himself and turned onto his side to look around for his phone. On the floor, his clothes were scattered across the room but his pants were the closest to the bed. His phone’s bright screen shone through the fabric of his pants pocket and he tugged out his phone. Checking the caller ID, he uttered a “fuck” under his breath. Shizune. Reluctantly, he hit answer and brought the phone up to his ear. “‘Ello?” he croaked out.

“Genma! Where are you?” Shizune screeched through the phone, causing Genma to pull his head away momentarily.

“You’re rather loud this morning,” he grumbled.

“Answer me! You’re supposed to be here by now! Do you know what time it is?” God, if she kept shouting in his ear, his headache was bound to come back; not like it had dissipated. He checked the time listed in the top corner of his phone. 8:34 AM. Dammit, half an hour late. He pushed himself up and rested his back against the pillows. “I am.... Helping the elderly at a nursing home…”

Shizune immediately scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, Genma! You were out drinking again,” she lectured. He could hear her sigh before her attention was likely drawn elsewhere when someone in the background raised their voice. “Ack! I’m coming, Lady Tsunade!... Get your butt back over here already, Genma!”

“I will, I will…” he groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “Cover for me, please?”

“Cover for you, how? What am I supposed to tell Tsunade?” “I… Uh, got kidnapped?”

“Oh, har, har… I’ll tell her you’re running late. And that’s it.”

Genma heard a click on her end and the call ended. He sighed and tossed his phone on the nearby end table. His umber brown eyes caught wind of a familiar book hanging on the edge of the table; Icha Icha Paradise. Ah, so he managed to bed the famed Copy Nin, Kakashi. And if on cue;

“So you’re awake.”

Standing at the door frame of the bedroom was Kakashi, messy silver hair looking more like a rat's nest than actual hair, a loose white tank top that hardly did anything to hide much, and of course, his classic mask that clung to his face to hide his features. In his hand was a glass of water. Genma made no effort in hiding the fact he was eyeing Kakashi up and down. He chuckled and purred, eating up the eye candy. Kakashi pushed himself off the door frame and placed the cup onto the table, “Glad you’re enjoying the view.”

“Wish I could’ve seen more of it last night, y’know,” A cocky reply, but not necessarily a fib. He would’ve loved to see Kakashi’s features, even if it were from a drunken one night stand. The brunette grabbed the glass and sipped on the water. He let out a sigh and rubbed the side of his head. He gulped down the water and placed the glass down as Kakashi wandered over and sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “Heh, sorry, you know how finicky I get about that…”

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, brows curving to express a light-hearted nervous expression. He turned his head to Genma. “You’re not in too much pain, are you?” he questioned. “I did what I could with the whole aftercare thing… Tried getting you dressed as well, I think.”

Curious, the brunette Jounin lifted the sheets. A smile tugged at his lips and a quick laugh erupted from him. He was only in his boxers. When he reached down and tucked the waistband around his thumb, he noticed something. “These are inside out, Kakashi,” he stated with a cackle.

“Never said I did it well…” the silver-haired shinobi chuckled. He rested his arms on his knees. “You got a shift soon?”

“Late for one…” Genma clarified, “... Can I use your shower?” He took a glance down at his inverted undergarments. “... And snag some underwear?”

“I’ve only got large, so I hope they’ll fit,” Kakashi replied as he pushed himself up. “As for my shower, I don’t have much in there, but feel free to use it.” He opened one of the drawers in his dresser and tossed over a pair of his briefs onto the bed as Genma climbed out of the bed.

“They’ll fit,” Genma replied as he gathered his clothes from the floor. He tossed his pants, his shirt and his jacket onto the bed along with the briefs. He caught the towel tossed towards him. Kakashi headed towards the door, before stopping and turning to the other Jounin, “Shower’s just down the hall, at the end.”

Genma found the shower fairly easily; there weren’t many rooms in Kakashi’s house. He tossed the white towel onto the hanger and peeled off his briefs before stepping into the tub. Turning the knob, he held his hand under the stream of water until he found the right temperature before tugging up the diverter. His back flinched when it was splashed with water from the shower head above. The shower fully woke him up and he spent a good minute or two just soaking in the warm water, he rested his arm against the wall, letting the water drench his hair as he thought about the night before. He just slept with the Hatake Kakashi, the famed Copy Nin and the ideal example of an elite shinobi; the best of the best.

A low chuckle pried its way out of his lips. ‘Now that’s a tale to tell…’ he thought to himself. Remembering the night, his cock twitched in response. Fuck, he was not that caught up on the encounter that it got him hard this quickly. Regardless, Genma reached down to the sex between his legs; he’d indulge in his fantasies for a moment. His hand wrapped firmly around his base and he pumped his hand down to the tip, letting out a shaky breath as he did so.

His hand continued to stroke his length, pleasing his hard-on. An aroused huff left his lips as he leaned against the wall, resting his forehead on his forearm, eyes focused on the shaft in his free hand.

Genma bit into his bottom lip, raising his head upwards, water splashing on his throat now, as his motions increased. A low groan rumbled in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut as he chased his release. He humped his hips, a familiar tingling sensation pooling deep down. He groaned out as cum shot out of his tip, splattering onto the pearly white bottom of the tub.

The water diluted his fluids before the two liquids were sucked down the drain. Genma panted out as he calmed himself down. He stared down at the floor of the tub, his body ached for more and he nearly caved to his urges. But he shook his head and reached out to the knob, shifting the warm water to freezing cold. He shivered as his mind was shocked into snapping out of it’s groggy state.

Genma knew what awaited him behind the doors of the Hokage’s Residence; a lecture from Shizune, pestering from Kotetsu or Izumo (if they weren’t on gate duty), questions from Hayate, and finally, a reprimanding from Lady Tsunade. Running his hands down his clothes, he made his attempt at smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

He sighed and shook his head before he sucked in a breath and entered the bright scarlet building. As expected, both Izumo and Kotetsu sat in the lobby-esque room. Kamizuki Izumo was the first to raise his head from the desk he was stationed at. “Running late today, Genma?” he shot out his first question.

The exhausted Jounin let out a low grumble as he walked over to Izumo and Kotetsu’s desk. “You could say that…” he murmured under his breath, teeth clamping down on the senbon between his lips.

“‘Say that’, huh?” Izumo huffed out, handing over a clipboard used for signing in, “You act like you’ve been a no-show for an hour now.” “Hey, where were you?” Hagane Kotetsu piped up, popping one of his eyes open.

“Home,” Genma answered with a lie. It left Kotetsu raising a brow with a mischievous grin. Uh oh. “Really?” Kotetsu swung up to sit up straight, his attention now fully grabbed by the conversation. He rested his arms on the end of the table, “Hayate told me he went and checked on you.”

Shit.

“Must’ve not heard him,” the brunette responded as he grabbed a pen from the pen holder tucked into the corner of the desk. He scribbled his name on the sign-in sheet.

“Huh, odd,” Kotetsu hummed, “‘Cos he only left to pick you up after your call with Shizune.” If Kotetsu kept on pestering and prying, Genma would be in jail for seven cases of assault soon.

“Was already out,” he was popping out lies left and right, and he knew Kotetsu knew that his tales were fabricated. But he supposed that was the dynamic of their limited friendship. One prying, the other lying.

“Well, Hayate sure came in way earlier than you—” “Kotetsu, that’s enough,” Izumo spat as he took the clipboard away from Genma. “Ignore him, Genma… Go get to the Hokage’s office, Lady Tsunade’s waiting for you. Best not keep her waiting.”

Genma quickly took his leave from the two Chunin and headed down the hallway. He passed and greeted a few other shinobi, making brief conversations, checking up on them just as his mother raised him to. He turned onto the stairs but as he was about to reach the top floor, he stopped in his tracks as he spotted the back of his close friend, Gekko Hayate.

He sighed in defeat, no way he was avoiding his friend now, and took that final step, bringing himself to the top floor. Of course, the ninja in front of Hayate pointed him out and the sickly Jounin turned around. His dark brown eyes were well-sunken in, his skin dreadfully pale, dark hair rough and damaged; his illness was taking a toll on him, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to identify that. “Oh, finally, there you are,” he said. He turned his head to the other shinobi and dismissed him before heading over to Genma. “You want to tell me what happened to you?”

Genma groaned. “Did you need to check on me?” he shot back.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to drink,” the other murmured. “Shizune and I both had to cover for your ass, you know…”

“Sorry, sorry… I got carried away, I know…” he grumbled as the two made their way down the curved hall to the Hokage’s office.

“So who was it this time?” Hayate inquired, his interest piqued. “Must’ve been someone good if they kept you late for an hour rather than the usual half hour.”

The taller of the two laughed before he pondered whether or not he should spill the beans on his night with Kakashi. Kakashi probably wouldn’t like others knowing of his sex life… He didn’t strike Genma as the type to brag of his encounters and experiences in the sex department— if he bragged about anything at all. “Can’t tell you,” Genma eventually replied.

A hiss through Hayate’s clenched teeth. “That bad?”

“Oh no, he was amazing,” Genma informed. “Just don’t think he’d want me to disclose our night.”

“What? You worried I’d gossip? Do I look like a 14-year-old girl to you?”

“No, I think you look like a character from a Tim Burton movie,” Genma was quick to shoot back, earning him a shove in the arm from Hayate.

“Rude.”

“Come in,” Tsunade’s voice called out from behind the closed door.

Genma sucked in a breath and let out a heavy sigh. He opened the Hokage’s door and entered the office, Lady Tsunade sat behind her large desk, papers scattered across the top while her tawny brown eyes remained focused on her computer screen, scrolling through something.

“Lord Fifth,” Genma greeted, grabbing Tsunade’s attention.

Tsunade shifted her eyes to him before turning her body to fully face him. “Genma.” Oh that wasn’t a good tone. “You’re late.”

“My apologies, Hokage,” he murmured out, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I got wrapped up in something…”

The blonde woman cocked an eyebrow but she turned her head to her computer, deciding against prying. She clicked around on her computer, bringing up some files, specifically the files about the up-coming Chunin Exams. She scrolled down and found the blank proctor spot for the finals. Normally, Hayate would be taking this spot, however, his illness interfered. Genma had held the finals before and based on the Third Hokage’s report, he did well. Not that there was much to report on. He was one of few recommended for the position.

“As you probably know, the first Chunin Exams of the year are around the corner,” she spoke up finally. She rested her elbows on her desk and rested her chin on her intertwined hands. “The first and second stages already have their proctors,” she explained, “The finals, however, lack a proctor.”

“Hayate can’t operate?” Genma piped up.

Tsunade only nodded. “Given Hayate’s illness and it’s sudden increase in progression, he won’t be able to perform optimally during the Exams,” she stated briefly. She sighed and furrowed her brows, averting her gaze downwards. She closed her eyes for a moment, dwelling in a feeling of guilt. She opened them once again, eyes strict and firm, she gazed back up at the brunette Jounin. “There’s been a few recommendations, but I feel like you’d be the best pick for the proctor.”

Genma bit down onto the end of his senbon. He pursed his lips and let out a heavy breath through his nostrils. He sighed and nodded. “I see,” he hummed. He glanced back at the door where Hayate had dropped him off. “I get it…”

“You don’t have any qualms about this?” she questioned.

He shook his head. “Not at all,” he affirmed, “I’d be glad to proctor the exams.”

“You know that as a proctor, you now take part in determining which participants are promoted to the rank of Chunin,” Tsunade reminded with an explanation he had heard once before, “And you must remain unbiased to the shinobi and kunoichi of Konoha. Genin from other villages will be attending the exams and unless this exam is lacklustre, I do expect more than just one or two being promoted.”

“Understood, Lord Hokage,” Genma replied sharply. He had heard of this speech before, almost every proctor had heard it when given the position. He knew the job, his new position and the sudden boost of significance to his decisions the position brought.

“Lady Tsunade,” he piped up. She raised her head. “Who exactly are the other two proctors?” he inquired.

Tsunade turned her head to the screen of her monitor. “Hm, well it’s Nara Shikamaru and Yamashiro Aoba,” she listed off the two proctors. “Shikamaru is already ironing out some of the details for the first exam, while Aoba is working out his plans for the second exam.”

Shikamaru and Aoba, huh? Genma made a mental note to check in on the two. Then again, it wasn’t exactly necessary, the Finals were always the same no matter what the previous exams were.

“I’d also like you to inform some of the teams,” Tsunade requested. “Get the news spreading among the leaders.”

“Don’t you want to bring them here?” he questioned. “Unfortunately, I’ve got a few meetings… It’d be a hassle for me to squeeze in another.”

Genma groaned. “So, no patrol around the residence?”

“No, I’d suggest you get going. You’re already running late as it is,” Tsunade instructed.

The brunette Jounin made no more complaints, not even a little comment, before he nodded and headed out of the office.

“Naruto, what are you doing?!” Haruno Sakura pestered, angrily pointing towards her dimwitted teammate.

“Whaddya mean ‘what am I doing’?” Uzumaki Naruto shot back. “I’m doing just as Kakashi-sensei said!”

Sakura whacked the back of the blonde boy, gritting her teeth. “You idiot! No, you’re not! Here, watch me again and pay attention, Naruto.”

Leaning against a tree, arms crossed, Kakashi let out a sigh as he watched his two students struggle to pin down a technique he taught— well, Sakura had already gotten it down and mastered it, it was Naruto who had yet to execute it. He rubbed his forehead for a moment, eyebrows frowned, and dipped his head, tearing his attention away from the two Genin. Discerning a familiar chakra approaching behind him, he quickly turned around and waited for the Jounin to land.

“Kakashi.”

Genma dropped onto the ground swiftly. He stood up straight and walked forward, resting on the tree across from Kakashi’s. “Training your squad?” He spoke leisurely, making for small talk.

“New chakra technique… Naruto needs it.” The silver-haired shinobi made a quick glance over at the teenage couple as Sakura desperately tried to aid Naruto. “What do you need? Thought you had a patrol shift around the Hokage building.”

Genma let out a groan and rubbed the back of his neck, flicking the senbon to the other corner of his lips, teeth nibbling on the end in his mouth. “Nah, I got a new job,” he murmured.

“Which is?”

“I’m the proctor of the Chunin Exam finals,” he announced. He stuffed his hands into his pants pockets as he gazed out towards the training Genin out on the field. “Lord Fifth specifically asked me to inform the genin squads of Konoha of the upcoming Exams…”

Kakashi let out a hum as he pondered whether or not his squad was ready. His eyes flicked over to Sakura; she was fine, still needed some tuning but her training with the Fifth Hokage proved to be rewarding, she had a devastating blow to her punches and her medical Ninjutsu was nigh on perfect. His absent student, Uchiha Sasuke, had perfected the Chidori and his combat effectiveness. His skill with his sharingan, while Kakashi couldn’t help in that department despite having been gifted one, was honed in, thanks to the help of his older brother.

His eyes drifted over towards Naruto. He observed the blonde’s strained but concentrated expression as he pushed himself off from the ground. Naruto was still learning the Rasengan and whatever other Jutsu Jiraiya had started teaching him. Naruto was who Kakashi was worried about.

“...Kakashi?”

The elite Jounin snapped out of his daze. He chuckled and waved his hand softly. “Sorry, sorry…” he murmured. He sighed and crossed his arms. “I’ll end up talking to them, see if they’re ready for another Chunin Exam.”

“Speaking of your students,” Genma piped up. “Where’s the third?... Sasuke?”

“Ah, him. He’s already mastered the technique. I decided against keeping him from training with Itachi just because Naruto struggles to get it down,” he replied.

Genma only hummed in response, kicking his leg up, resting his foot against the trunk of the tree. He kept his head turned to the two Genin training on the field. As Sakura lectured and Naruto snapped back, the specialized Jounin couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at himself. Memories of his own Genin years flooded his mind. It was a mere three years compared to Team 7’s five years, but his years were still packed with fond memories; it was hard not to have some eventful memories when Might Gai was your assigned teammate. Pair that with Ebisu's stern personality and insistence to do everything by the books, Genma was often the bystander to a lot of spectacles between Gai and Ebisu.

Another laugh danced from him as he remembered all the antics he was dragged into by his two teammates; their fights, Ebisu’s not-so-hidden pervertedness, Gai’s determination to defeat Kakashi in quite literally anything, Gai using Ebisu and him as essentially training dummies. That was before any of them were promoted and all took their own paths; Ebisu went off to be assigned to the Third Hokage’s honorable grandson; Gai went to train a different squad, similar to Kakashi; and Genma? He ended up specializing in Hokage protection.

“I know that look.” Genma tore his eyes away from Naruto and Sakura upon hearing Kakashi’s words. “What’s on your mind, Genma?”

“Just reminiscing,” the brunette admitted. “Sometimes it seems like it was only yesterday we were their rank, acting without a damn care in the world.”

Kakashi only nodded in agreement. “Yeah…” he muttered under his breath. He pushed himself up off the tree. His eyes scanned over Genma’s body, images of Genma’s body flickered in his mind. He shivered at the thought of having the brunette beneath him again. “Genma.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

Nervously, the silver-haired shinobi chuckled. “If you’re not busy, stop by my house later.”

Genma cocked his brow up, a smirk tugged at his lips. He lifted off the tree and tilted his head. “Oh?” His interest was piqued. He stepped forward. “Alright, I’ll bite then… Eight sound good?”

Kakashi quickly nodded. He gulped down his nervousness and resisted the urge to run his hands up the brunette’s slim body. “Yea-yeah, of course.”

The older Jounin only chuckled. “Don’t fret, Kakashi… You were enjoyable, like hell I’m turning that down,” he assured. He pulled away and hummed. “I’ll bring a bottle to calm your nerves, don’t worry.”

With that, Genma turned on his heels to head off, waving goodbye to the silver-haired Jounin.

Kakashi wasn’t sure what he was doing giving into his urges earlier, he never usually thought with his dick. No matter the situation, he was always thinking with his head. He cursed himself, but he also praised himself for shooting his shot. And with someone like Genma too. He had to admit, the brunette just awoke something within him. It wasn’t certain how long the attraction had lasted but it definitely became noticeable in recent years the more the two hung out with each other.

A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts and Kakashi pulled himself up off his couch. He opened his front door to Genma, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, two shot glasses dangerously stacked onto the cap of said bottle. Genma wore a grin on his face, his senbon clenched firmly between his teeth. “Hey there, ‘Kashi,” he greeted, “You gon’ let me in or…?”

Kakashi cleared his throat and stepped to the side, inviting the brunette in. “You brought whiskey?” he asked an obvious question.

Genma laughed. “Of course,” he replied with the obvious answer as he plopped down on the couch. As he popped the bottle open, he took his time in observing Kakashi’s house in full.

It was a small house nuzzled between two larger buildings, so it didn’t come as a shock that Kakashi had little space in his living room; a large glass door that led to his backyard, the left wall beside it rested the couch Genma sat on, on the right was a wall-mounted TV with a shelf of all Kakashi’s books beneath it; the middle was a simple coffee table with miscellaneous items scattered across the top.

Kakashi sat himself down next to Genma as the brunette poured them both shots. He accepted the drink Genma offered him and watched as the other downed his shot instantly. He watched as Genma curled his lips in momentarily before he spat out his senbon, the thin metal needle clattering onto his table. Fuck. The way Genma moved his lips, how they’d look during his cocky smirks, all of it lit a flame deep down inside Kakashi. “This whiskey…” he brought up.

“Don’t worry,” the other said, “It’s weak whiskey.”

Accepting that, he shifted himself to the side. He tugged down his mask when his back was fully turned to Genma. He tilted his head back and downed the shot. Lifting his mask back up, he turned and watched as his old classmate poured another for himself before offering the bottle to him. He waved off the offer and slid his glass back onto the table. “I’m fine, Genma,” he assured.

“Alright, bottle’s here if you ever want more,” Genma replied as he drank down another shot.

“So… You’re the new proctor for the Chunin Exams?” He was quick to pull up a topic for small talk.

“Mhm,” the brunette quickly confirmed. “Apparently, I was one of the slim few who were recommended.” He turned his head to Kakashi. “But you seriously didn’t bring me here to just chat, did you?”

“No— but I just—” While Kakashi fumbled over his words, Genma shifted off his own cushion and kicked himself over Kakashi’s lap, resting his legs on each side of the other’s thighs. The white-haired Jounin sputtered as Genma sat firmly on his lap, his hands on his shoulders. “Oh.”

“You get flustered so easily for someone who reads porn on the daily,” Genma chuckled as he rocked his hips into Kakashi’s. “Hell, you probably watch a shit ton too, don’t you?”

“I—… Wow,” he murmured as his hands landed on the older’s hips, fingers dangerously close to groping those firm cheeks.

The brunette laughed and his hands slid up Kakashi’s neck, his jawline, his cheeks before his index and middle fingers hooked around the edge of his black mask. “Relax, ‘Kakashi,” he purred, “Let’s get this mask off, shall we?”

Kakashi’s hands were gripping Genma’s wrists in an instant, causing Genma to flinch momentarily. He sighed and slowly pulled Genma’s hands off his mask. Averting his eyes, letting go of Genma as the brunette’s hands found themselves back on his shoulders. “Sorry, Genma…” he murmured under his breath.

Genma pursed his lips, a little annoyed but he respected the other’s wishes. “Alright,” he replied.

Switching up his plans, the brunette slid off Kakashi’s lap and knelt on the hardwood floors. Realizing his intentions, Kakashi shifted his hips closer to the edge of the couch, spreading his legs. Genma’s hands trailed over his thighs, fingers drawing circles into his pants. He could only shiver in response. His zipper was undone and he lifted his hips as his pants were yanked down to his ankles.

Genma was quick to lick his lips upon seeing an erection hiding behind some black boxers. His hand reached forward and palmed the obvious bulge, a breathy groan escaping Kakashi. He chuckled and smirked as he continued on caressing Kakashi’s clothed cock. Watching the silver-haired shinobi’s reactions only egged on Genma. He felt Kakashi twitch and harden under his touch.

“Genma,” Kakashi grunted, “If you don’t start sucking, I’m going to burst.”

A teasing laugh erupted from Genma’s lips and he complied with Kakashi’s desperate wishes. His fingers hooked around the waistband of the undergarments and like the pants, he tugged them down. His chocolate brown eyes stared at the erect dick that shot up upon being freed. “You’re packing some length there…” he purred out a compliment. Kakashi only let out a nervous chuckle in reply.

Genma’s hand wrapped around the base and his tongue swiped across the tip. He dragged his tongue down the side, leaving a strip of his saliva down the sensitive flesh. His tongue licked around the tip, lapping up any pre. He pumped his hand up to the tip before tugging back down, spreading his saliva down the shaft.

Kakashi uttered curses under his breath before his hand reached over to the top of Genma’s head, tugging out the knot of his hitai-ate. He tugged off the navy blue headband and chucked it to the side, the metal clattering against the wooden floor. His fingers dove in, tangling themselves in Genma’s locks of brown hair. He tugged the other closer to the tip of his leaking cock. “I told you just suck,” he demanded in a timid tone, though, it only sounded like a squeaky request.

Genma rolled his eyes but he wasn’t going to deny or complain. He kissed the reddened tip before his tongue swirled around the tip. Through his thick eyelashes, his eyes locked with Kakashi’s as his lips wrapped around the cock. He pushed the length down his mouth, his tongue cupping the underside of the erect cock.

Kakashi groaned out as Genma’s wet warmth enveloped his length, resting his head on the back of the couch. His hand tugged at Genma’s hair, pushing him down his shaft. “Fuck…” he murmured out.

His eyes focused on Genma as the brunette dipped his head up and down, saliva coating his shaft. Specifically, his eyes watched Genma’s lips; he watched how they firmly wrapped around his length, how they dirtied themselves with saliva each time he bobbed his head, dragging up and down his throbbing cock. His cock twitched inside the mouth of Genma just from staring at his lips working.

Genma’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his tongue cupping the underside of his dick, fingers wrapped around the base. If he could, he’d be smirking as Kakashi sung him whispered praises as he guided his mouth down the thick cock, the tip pushing against the back of his throat.

“Shit… Just like that…” Kakashi uttered. His hand continued to tug Genma down his shaft, deep-throating the other. He groaned out in pleasure as he rocked his hips upwards, earning some gagging sounds from Genma. He hesitated for a moment but Genma picking up his pace led Kakashi to continue on.

Heavy pants and lewd slurping noises filled the living room, Kakashi occasionally moaning out loudly as he reached his release. His grip tightened around Genma’s locks of hair as he shoved the brunette’s head down, thrusting his cock down his throat.

With a muffled moan, Genma squeezed his eyes tight as thick ropes of cum shot deep into his throat. As Kakashi relaxed, he pulled his head back, slipping the cock out of his mouth. He swallowed down the salty white liquid before smirking. His rosy pink lips were drenched with saliva, eyes hazy with lust as he gazed up at Kakashi. A chuckle escaped him and he licked his lips. He leaned in and slapped the cock against his cheek, splashing saliva against his face, thin strings kept him connected to the cock whenever he pulled it away before they snapped and disappeared. “You’re still a bit hard…” he commented.

“I… Urm, bedroom?” Kakashi squeaked out as Genma continued to play with his cock like some kid’s toy.

Genma kissed the sloppy tip and nodded. “Bedroom,” he affirmed.

#Naruto #Naruto Shippuden #Semi-Modern AU #modern AU #Genma Shiranui #Genma #Kakashi Hatake #Hatake Kakashi #NSFT #fanfiction #Kakashi x Genma #fanfic

[askaceattorney]

(Previous Letter)

Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: Your letter never specified. If you want us to answer a letter to a character that takes place in a specific timeline, you need to let us know where it takes place in the letter. You can do so by posting “Post AAI2″ or having Simon mention about his own or his father’s arrest in the letter.

Thanks for the compliment. I did most of the Father’s Day letters, since I did feel it was unfair that non of the Holiday letters were getting answered. There are still some that we will save for next year, but I’m glad people had fun. I want to encourage everyone to send letters for the Holiday, since I suspect many aren’t that enthusiastic due to not being able to predict when those letters will be reached by the time the Holiday starts. I think having it done three days in advanced before closing it at the end of the Holiday will work the best.

Co-Mod: An obligatory thanks from me as well!

Dear Captcha,

Mod Edgeworth: Makes as much sense as everything else online.

Co-Mod: You don’t have to tell me.  If studying computer science for 4 and a half years has taught me anything, it’s that computers are dumb.

Mod Justice: Honestly (might be an exaggeration, but I don’t care) I think at this point, everything is dumb.

(Previous Letter)

Dear Dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: I... actually made the second sprite, because there were non of Manfred Von Karma smirking while talking. I did the best I could. 

I will see if I can fix the sprite, but... no promises.

(Previous Letter)

Dear Dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: What do you want us to- AH!

ACK!! IT WASN’T ME! I WASN’T EVEN HERE WHEN THAT WAS WRITTEN!!

Mod Justice: YOWCH!!!!

HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY!!!! I’M WITH MOD EDGEWORTH ON THIS ONE!!!! DON’T LOOK AT ME!!!! IT’S EITHER THE ORIGINAL MOD, THE CO-MOD OR ONE OF THE ONES THAT LEFT!!!! THAT’S ALL I KNOW!!!!

Co-Mod: OW!!  I PLEAD THE FIFTH!!

(Previous Letter)

Dear dawsongfg (again),

Co-Mod: I take no responsibility for Edgeworth’s naturally scary facial expressions.

My favorite book overall would be the Bible, but if we’re talking about non-religious texts...probably J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, since it was one of the first novels I ever read through on my own.  And my favorite season?  Summer, no question.  Water parks, swimming pools, fireworks...  How can you not love it?  Well...when we’re not recovering from a pandemic, that is.

Mod Edgeworth: I don’t really have a favorite season or book. I have read some good books, but I’m no bookworm. I do get invested in reading the Bible.

Mod Justice: Favorite book is actually a series of books: “Big Nate” for the win! Favorite season? Depends on where I’m at when it hits. I mostly prefer Fall and Spring (not too hot, not too cold), but in Texas, GIVE ME THE LAST TWO SEASONS OF THE YEAR ALREADY! GOOD GOD, I’M BURNING UP!

(Referenced Letters)

Dear dawsongfg again (again),

Mod Edgeworth: Hehe Phoenix has never had the best fashion sense, has he? The moment he walks out of the courtroom, he automatically becomes a fashion disaster. Just ask Beanie Phoenix.

Speaking of Blaise Debeste, we never really did get a reason for forging that autopsy report on Isaac Dover. Kinda makes you wonder why he’d go out of his way to frame the murder on a chef from a dancing and singing cooking show. Maybe I’m looking way too deeply into this, but I doubt it was just for shits and giggles. 

(Previous Letter)

Dear dawsongfg again (again (again)),

Co-Mod: That’s called cheating, first of all.  I actually do like plain cheese pizza, for the same reason as Mr. Engarde, oddly enough.  I’m afraid I have no idea where that tag came from, though.  Ask Tumblr.

Mod Edgeworth: Sorry, but I already gave the cookie away to the one who actually got it right... I prefer chicken and spinach with Alfredo sauce on my pizza.

Mod Justice: I’m more of a “Meat Lovers” kind of guy. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

Dear Blaise,

Co-Mod: Your mail’s here.

Mod Edgeworth: Personally, I wouldn’t mind having a new female or male villain. Though, the worth of any villain, protagonist, side character, etc. should not be determined based on gender. I honestly hate the concept that there should be more females in Ace Attorney, because they’re women. I don’t enjoy Dahlia Hawthorn, because she’s a female villain, but because of how she uses her beauty to manipulate everyone in her wake. Same with Morgan Fey, Dee Vasquez, Gar’ran, Cammy Meele, Calisto Yew and Patrica Roland. I love them as villains because of what they bring to the table, not for their gender. 

I think this whole there’s not enough women in Ace Attorney is a concept based off of the number of male vs female characters, believing it’s male dominated and thinking there should be more females. That’s a very flawed way of thinking and borderline sexist in my opinion. In every story or game, the quality of the female and male characters should be the center focus, not the quantity. You can have 100 female characters that suck in a story and I will always prefer a story with well-rounded characters, even if there’s only one that’s female in that story. 

Now, I do think there should be more memorable hot villains, but that’s my hormones talking.

For your second question, I think Manfred Von Karma is in serious need of an established relationship with Miles Edgeworth and Franziska Von Karma. I’d also like to know more about the Von Karma family. Everything else, I think a majority of people have already brought up.

Mod Justice: I think if there’s anything that needs more elaboration in the Ace Attorney series, it’s the motives of the killers whose motives are not stated (not including “implied” motives), i.e. Luke Atmey’s motive for killing Kane Bullard. As for the-

F-female k-killers...? W-why am I-I g-getting a c-c-c-cold ch-ch-chill all of a-

OMGOMGOMGWHATINTHEWORLDAREYOUDOINGHEREGETTHEHELLOUTHOLYMOTHEROFPEARLGETTHEHELLOFFTHISBLOG-

Co-Mod: I’m tempted to say more female villains would make Ace Attorney more interesting, but...they tend to be a lot creepier than the male ones in this series.  I mean, it’s not just me, right?

Then again, maybe that’s my mild fear of women talking, but there’s a limit to how much femme fatale I can take.

And you probably already know what my answer is to your second question, but ATHENA FLIPPIN’ CYYYYYYYYYYYYYYKES!!!

Yeah, I know...  You can’t have everything.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear dawsongfg again (again (again (again))),

Co-Mod: Correct!  I used good old Google Translate to come up with that term.  And I’d love to hear anything our subordinates the characters have to say to us.  We’re all friends/acquaintances here.

Mod Edgeworth: I believe so. We’d treat them no differently than any other letter.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: Yes. We don’t consider Dawsongfg a bad troll or at least I don’t. I think he was just teasing Mod Justice and took it a bit too far.

As for the insults against Co-Mod and myself, you’re going to have to ask Mod Justice on that one. 

However, one thing I must clarify is that Dawsongfg is not a harmful or bad troll. They often do stuff like this as playful banter. Mod Justice was answering letters for the first time, unaware of any of Dawsongfg’s shenanigans. It took him by surprise and we agreed that Dawsongfg took it a bit too far, if only because name calling was involved and Mod Justice was new. Had it been towards Co-Mod or myself, we’d likely have played along like usual. On top of that, these letters were taken off of the mobile devices, which were invisible to us at the time. All of Dawsongfg’s letters had gone unanswered that were a month’s worth, so it’s likely that Dawsongfg thought we were ignoring their letters.

One thing everyone needs to keep in mind about new mods is that they are still trying to adapt to their new environment and understand how everything ticks. It’s okay to mess around and be a playful troll, but each of us are different and may take it differently than the other. Luckily, Mod Justice didn’t take it personal and sees now that this is just their shtick. Another thing to keep in mind is that not all trolls are bad or troll for their own amusement. I once created a troll account on YouTube to make others laugh. I believe Dawsongfg is that kind of troll that is trolling to make us THE MODS and you THE AUDIENCE THAT READS THE LETTERS laugh. A majority of the popular anonymous letters that had the most likes were from Dawsongfg. I think we can forgive them for taking things a bit too far, wouldn’t you say?

Mod Justice: Yeah, he was. At that point, it turned from “teasing” to “insulting.” I mean, if someone hates Apollo, fine, to each their own. That does NOT give them an excuse to throw insults at people who love him.

Although... I understand he was joking at these times (and he did make me laugh), but then again, there’s a difference between “joking” and “blatantly and verbally attacking” someone and saying it’s a joke. Let me tell you guys something:

IT’S ONLY A JOKE IF EVERYONE IS LAUGHING WITH YOU WHEN YOU TELL IT.

When you actually insult someone and they are hurt, maybe you should apologize instead of dismissing it as a goddamn joke. Call me sensitive all you want, but it seems that “treating others the way you want to be treated” is starting to become optional nowadays.

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Justice:

Yeah, quick reminder: with the exception of these “Mod Letters” and characters that AREN’T related to Ace Attorney whatsoever (i.e. Mario, Sonic, Pokémon, etc.), all submissions to the AA characters themselves that mention the terms “Game,” “Characters,” or anything else that implies they aren’t “real” get deleted into Cyberspace. Also keep in mind that the “April Fools” letters from this past year don’t count.

Co-Mod: That’s true, unless we can find a way to work around it.  I’m afraid I don’t which letters you’re referring to, but you’re forgiven nonetheless.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Spelling Nazi,

Mod Edgeworth: I like some. 

(Previous Letter)

Dear DawSongfg,

Mod Justice: Bad pun, no points, Co-Mod. Not amused.

(Referenced Letters)

Dear dawsongfg again (again (again (again (again)))),

Co-Mod: Okay...  This needs to stop.

You raise a good point, though.  We’ll definitely want to inform His Honor about that one.

Mod Edgeworth: For the second letter, I know you came to that conclusion on purpose. Obviously, I was meaning these guys.

Kidding.

-The Mods

P.S. We had forgot to mention, but we can read your anonymous letters on desktop again. That’s why they no longer have our icon.

#Anonymous #rogertheegg #Mod Post #Mod Edgeworth #Mod Justice #Co Mod

[yeenybeanies]

A Little Lost

it’s star wars day!! what a fine day to have my heart torn from my chest with the clone wars finale :’) WELL THIS IS VERY OLD LMAO it’s been in my drafts since may 4th i did not proofread this & i probably will not do so until tomorrow EDIT i have proofread it & made my tweaks & it is Good To Go :>

star wars | rex & pomfree ( oc ) 

4,395 words

mild language warnings

reblogs > likes!! feel free to leave comments in the tags!! thanks!!

Breathe! Air and dust and dirt rush into his lungs. The clone jolts, consciousness returning like a punch to the face. If only it was a simple punch that knocked him out, though. That would have been way less painful . . ..

Soft grunts and groans fill the air as the clone trooper pulls himself from the him-shaped indentation in the dirt. He can still stand. He can move his arms and his back and his neck. Nothing seems broken ( miraculously ), but everything is sore regardless.

“ This is Captain Rex; can anyone hear me? I was––– ”  static. He looks down to the comlink on his forearm, all the buttons smashed and broken. Useless. He grimaces, then turns his attention to the surrounding jungle. Where is he? Where’s the ship? . . . Where is his helmet? A cursory glance at his immediate surroundings shows no signs of the blue-painted headgear.

Rex stands up with a final groan and takes a few steps, searching for signs of––well, of anything. Smoke, blaster fire, voices, tracks . . .. The ship was going down, and he fell out of it before it crashed. Surely it’s not too far off. He curses a little under his breath; the jungle canopies of this planet are too damn high and thick for him to be able to see anything more than a few feet away. The only option now, as far as he can see, is to start walking in the direction he thinks the ship landed in.

“ Hello? Anyone out there? ”  Even cupping his hands around his mouth doesn’t help his yells travel very far. The jungle is tight. It’s a hassle just to walk around. Rex grumbles as his boot catches on a ground vine for the umpteenth time. He hasn’t tripped yet, but––ack! Spoke too soon. Just seconds later, he’s snagged again, and falls forward, onto his hands and knees. Teeth clenched, the trooper slams a fist into the spongy jungle floor, allowing his frustration to vent for just a moment. How the hell is he going to get out of this one?

Calm. He needs to be calm. Getting mad isn’t going to solve anything. ( Blast, he sounds like a Jedi. ) Rex takes a breath and tugs his foot free yet again. He shifts himself into a crouch, runs a hand over his short, blond hair, and tries once more to assess his surroundings. In every direction, there is just more jungle. But––oh? He catches a glimpse of white amidst all the green undergrowth to his right. One brow raised, Rex pushes his way through the brush to investigate. He parts the vines and leaves and finds . . . yes! His helmet! At least something is going his way in this god-forsaken jungle. Rex leans forward to pick the familiar item up, silently praising that he managed to stumble across it ( literally ). As he brings it to his head to put it on, though, a startled cry makes him jump. Rex looks up to see a little . . . creature dangling from the helmet lip. It screams when it looks at him, and he yelps right back, immediately dropping both it and the helmet. The latter clatters to the jungle floor, but the former––unexpectedly, the former drifts down in a much more controlled manner, gliding on thin membranes––or perhaps clothing––between its arms & legs. It lands a few feet away and stares up at Rex, eyes wide.

What the hell?

Rex stares back for a long moment. It . . . isn’t running away. It’s not attacking either, though. It’s a curious-looking little thing. It looks almost human, though significantly smaller––maybe five, six inches tall at most. Slowly, tentatively, Rex kneels down to retrieve his helmet, though he doesn’t take his eyes off of the creature.

“ Easy now . . . ”  he says, hoping to placate any potential hostilities.  “ Not gonna hurt you. I’m with the Grand Army of the Republic. ”  Hell, he doesn’t even know if the damn thing speaks Basic.

“ You are a clone. ”  Ah. So it does speak. Rex blinks, a little surprised, but nods his head. The creature looks up, way up to the high canopies.  “ You came from the crashed ship? ” 

“ Huh––erm, yeah. Yeah, I, uh, fell out of it. Did you see where it landed? ”  A spark of hope flares up in his chest. This little critter might be the key to finding his comrades!

They shake their head––a gesture that nearly goes unnoticed due to their size.  “ Knocked me down from the top when it came through. Best way to see would be . . .. ”  They point up. This time, Rex follows their gaze, confused. 

The top? This thing was at the top? The trees have to be a couple hundred feet high! How could they have gotten all the way up there? So many questions flood the trooper’s mind, but he shakes his head. Focus.

“ I gotta climb all the way up there? ”  The very thought is daunting. ( Really, how could something so small make it up there? ) Rex gives the creature a disbelieving look, but they just nod right back at him.

“ It is the best chance, ”  they assure.  “ I need to go up too. It’s dangerous down here for us. I need to get back home. ” 

Rex narrows his eyes.  “ So what you really need is for me to take you up there. There’s no benefit at all for me. Just a waste of time. ” 

“ No! ”  The creature waves their little hands, alarmed.  “ No! You really can see! And it’s easier to move up there! ”  There’s obvious panic in their voice, but Rex isn’t sure if it’s because of him, or because he might leave them. He rolls his eyes and takes another look up the giant tree trunks.

One thing is for certain: he cannot see anything down there. Flares wouldn’t go above the treetops either, so they’d be useless from the ground. Rex contemplates, tossing the idea around in his head, and wrinkles his nose when he reaches a decision.

“ Alright. I’m going up there. I’ll take you too, but if this turns out to be for nothing, I’m gonna drop you back down. ”  It’s an empty threat––something the little creature quickly picks up on. They beam up at him, looking just elated. Rex dons his ( now unoccupied ) helmet and . . .––well, he isn’t sure if he should just grab them, or if he should go about carrying them some other way. Thankfully, they solve the problem for him. They’re fast; they race to his boot and scale his leg like it’s nothing, and then the rest of him, all the way up to his shoulder pauldron. He wasn’t expecting that, but . . . it works.

“ Right . . .. Hold on tight. ”  Rex pulls a blaster from his holster and attaches an ascension cable. The lowest branch on the tree before him is . . . still pretty damn high up. His grimace deepens; he isn’t sure that the cable is long enough to reach, but he takes aim and shoots. It flies out with a hiss, racing parallel to the trunk for a good few seconds before . . . yes! It just barely reaches  the branch’s underside. Were Rex a few inches shorter, he’s not sure it would have made it. 

One last check to make sure the creature is secure on his shoulder ( somehow they seem even smaller up close ), then Rex starts the climb. He has to pull himself up the trunk a few steps so he can secure the cable to his belt, but then he’s able to activate the wench that gradually pulls them up.

“ So. ”  Even with the wench, it’s still going to take a while to scale a tree this tall. Rex keeps his eyes upward, but he does nod slightly towards his company.  “ Got a name? ” 

“ Yes. I am Pomfree. My friends call me Pom. ”

“ Pom. My name’s Rex. You, uh . . . you said you live up in the canopies? How’d you get up there to begin with? ”

“ Oh, my kind comes from up in the treetops. We are many tribes that have always been up there. Those that fall to the floor . . . ”  Rex feels them shudder,  “ usually they do not come back up. It is dangerous. And impossible for us to climb so far. ”

“ No kidding . . .. ”  Rex isn’t sure he would be able to climb this thing without an ascension cable, let alone someone like Pom.  “ You can glide, though, right? ”

“ Yes, but . . . ”  they pull one of the membranes from their sides––Rex can now see from his peripherals that it is indeed clothing––and show a stitched-up tear, presumably recent.  “ I tore it on a branch in the confusion, and I hit my head shortly after, so . . .. ”

So that’s how they got to the ground. Rex feels a pang of sympathy for the little creature. He knows all about being thrown into hostile environments, but he’s a soldier. Pom, he imagines, is not.

“ Why are you here? ”  Their question pulls Rex from his thoughts. He shoots them a glance, a brow raised under his helmet.

“ Told you: I fell from my ship while it was––– ”

“ No––why are you on our planet? We are not a part of the war . . . are we? ”  There’s a twinge of fear in their voice––something Rex is, unfortunately, quite familiar with. This terrible war has ravaged many planets.

“ Erm . . . well, the Separatists have established a fort here, despite your apparent neutrality, so we’ve come in to deal with it. ”  That’s putting things a little lightly. He doesn’t really want to scare Pom more.  “ It’s pretty far from here, though. Don’t think you’ll be seeing any part of it anytime soon––if at all. ”  Hopefully. Civilian casualties happen, but Rex still would like to minimize them wherever and whenever he can.

His answer seems to calm Pom, if only a little. They look up the cable that’s pulling them along. They’ve almost reached the branch. Once Rex gets a hold on it, Pom moves to somewhere a bit more stable so the clone can have his full range of motion and climb his way up to the branch’s top. It’s easier said than done; the damn thing is thicker than Rex is tall. He nearly slips once, and gets both of their hearts racing. He does assure Pom that he’s okay and he’s got them, and manages to make it to the dorsal surface. Thank God the bark is rough and filled with handholds.

They’re not even halfway up the tree, though. Rex cranes his neck, looking up at the vertical distance still ahead of them, and sighs. The droop of his shoulders makes Pom scramble for a moment to maintain balance.

“ This . . . is gonna take a while. ”  Dismayed but determined, the captain readies his cable again, takes aim, and shoots for the next-nearest branch, way high up. It’s going to take, he suspects, at least three or four more cable trips to get up to where they need to be.

Pom is fairly chatty, full of questions. Rex answers what he can. Being an older clone, he’s a bit more aware of the universe around him, and of the nuances of the war. The little being watches him with those wide, curious eyes, soaking up all he has to say. It’s cute, in a way; Rex just wishes he had more to tell them than stories and news about violence and suffering. He’s sorry that the war has come to this planet.

Once they reach the underside of the second branch, the two rinse and repeat as they’d done with the first. Rex expels a breath bordering on exasperation as he looks upward. Only now are they about halfway up the gigantic tree. He notices that, at their current height, their surroundings look different than they had on the jungle floor. It’s brighter, if only marginally so. The foliage is comprised more of leaves and vines, as opposed to the heavy roots and trunks and ferns on the jungle floor. Rex pushes past a curtain of moss as he walks along the bough, searching for another spot to aim his cable.

“ Wait. ”  Pom knocks their little fist on the side of the trooper’s helmet.

“ What? You see something? ”  He does not like the sudden worry in their voice. Reflexively he rests a hand on the hilt of one of his blasters.

“ No, I hear . . . –––get down! ” 

Rex ducks just in time. Mere moments after their warning, a beast erupts from the foliage, its claws and teeth just barely missing his head. Rex crawls forward a few feet and twists onto his seat. Whatever it is, it seems to be only about half the size of a man, but it is mean. It looks like an alien cross between feline and reptile, and sports two sets of climbing arms and a smaller set of what appear to be prey-grabbing arms. He doesn’t get to observe much more of it before it launches at him, all arms outstretched. Rex falls backward, letting the beast sail over him again. He quickly flips himself over and jumps to his feet, ready to move, when a sharp cry brings his attention back to his passenger. The little being clings to his pauldron, legs flailing. Dammit. He’d nearly forgotten about them in the–––

“ Look out! ” 

Rex throws up an arm just as the beast reaches him, its teeth clamping down on his gauntlet. A few reach his skin, but he pays it no mind, much more distracted by the claws slashing at him.

No . . ..

The beast isn’t aiming for him; it’s aiming for Pom! The little one yelps and struggles to maintain their hold amidst the panic and the pandemonium. Rex shoves the creature off with a heavy knee to its gut and, without really thinking, grabs Pom. They squeak and struggle in his hold, but he keeps firm. He turns and dashes to put some distance between them and the creature while its still recuperating, his free hand aiming the cable launcher upward. There isn’t any time to pick an optimal branch; he selects one that looks suitable enough, shoots, and starts ascending as soon as it hooks in.

“ I’ve gotcha, kid, ”  Rex says,  “ that thing isn’t gonna–––augh! ” 

Sharp pains pierce the flesh between his armor. The beast jumped up after them, and has its claws dug into his left leg. With both hands occupied, the trooper can only curse and kick at it, quickly growing desperate to shake it off. It’s not interested in him in the slightest; it’s trying to climb him to reach Pom, now held as far out as possible.

Bastard. Rex grits his teeth and rams his heel into the creature’s face. His grip on the blaster is starting to slip; he needs to ditch this thing fast.

“ Pom, I’m gonna throw you, ”  he says. He doesn’t give the little one any time to protest before he launches them upward. Their fear-filled yell doesn’t sit well with him, but he’s left with one hand free to grab his other blaster. He shoots the beast in the shoulder, making it shriek out in pain, and pistol whips it right along its temple. Its claws unhook from his person, leaving it to fall a few feet and land bodily onto a branch below. It’s still alive, but stunned, and hopefully convinced to leave them be. Rex watches it for a second, then snaps his head upwards, eyes searching the foliage.

“ Pom? “  He doesn’t see them, which sends a pang of worry through his brain. They fixed the tear in their gliding suit; surely they managed to slow their fall . . . right?  “ Where are you, kid?  That thing’s gone now. Pom? ” 

The longer the silence persists, the more unsettled Rex grows. He stops his ascent and pulls himself up the cable enough to hook it to his belt, then looks down to the branches below. The creature is nowhere to be seen, but the same can be said for Pom.

“ Hey, Pom! Come on, kid! Tell me you’re alright! ”  What if they fell back to the floor? What if the thing ultimately managed to snatch them and run off? Dank Farrik, what if–––

“ Rex! ”  The tiny voice snaps his attention upward. Relief washes over him when he spots them perched atop a branch several feet above him. They jump, gliders spread, and drift down towards him. He meets them with both hands outstretched, giving them a platform to land on. Immediately he can feel the shivers coursing through their body. Another pang spikes in his mind. Carefully, he draws them nearer.

“ Pom, I––listen, kid, I’m sorry. I should’a given you some more warning. You alright? ”  Other than their pallid features, they don’t look any worse for wear physically. They nod, still shaking.

“ It’s––n-no, I am okay. I am just . . . I have never seen a grekesa up close . . . and I never want to again. ”  They pull their gliders in and sit in his hands, hugging their knees to their chest. Rex presses his lips together. It does make him feel a little better to know that his actions didn’t scare them so much as the beast. As a soldier, he’s faced things far worse than that  “ grekesa, ”  but he recognizes that he is both battle-hardened and far to big for most things to make a meal out of. Pom would be but a snack.

“ I’ve got you, kid. We ought’a keep moving before another one shows up. “  Were that to happen, he’d drop the bastard where it stands. Rex deposits Pom onto his shoulder where they quickly huddle up to his neck, and resumes their ascent.

Pom is much quieter now, but, after a few minutes, Rex feels their tension start to ease. A part of him wants to reach up and comfort them, but he’s not sure how he’d do that. What, would he rub their back or shoulder with his finger? Give them a little hair ruffle? How would he comfort someone so small?

“ Thank you, ”  they say, drawing Rex from his thoughts.

“ Hm? What for? ” 

Pom shrugs, though the gesture goes unseen.  “ For saving me from the grekesa. For helping me get back home. ”

A tinge of warmth fills the trooper’s heart. He shakes his head.  “ Don’t mention it. In fact, don’t thank me just yet; we still have a ways to go before we get to the canopy. ”

As they climb ever higher into the treetops, Rex takes note of the drastic changes in scenery. The difference between the jungle floor and the upper levels is like night and day––literally. While the floor was quite dark, at this height, there isn’t nearly as much foliage to block out the sunlight. Something as simple as a bit of sun has Rex feeling more optimistic that he’ll be able to see his fallen ship when they reach the top.

Once they reach their next branch, Rex pauses a moment and removes his helmet. He’s mindful of Pom as he does so, careful not to jostle them too much. He fishes into one of his pockets to retrieve a rations bar. All of this crashing and climbing and fighting with local fauna has his stomach growling. Before he takes a bite, though, he breaks off a piece and offers it to his companion, who gratefully accepts.

“ Shouldn’t be too much longer, ”  Rex says after swallowing down a few bites.  “ One more good placement of the cable and we’ll be up near the top. Any of this starting to look familiar to you? ”

Pom finishes off their piece of ration, then stands up on the trooper’s shoulder, one hand to his neck for balance.  “ Hmm . . .. Not really. I have never left the canopy before. But . . .. ”  They leap from their perch, gliders unfolding. They drift over to a cluster of leaves on a neighboring branch. Rex watches with one brow raised as they inspect the branch, looking for who-knows-what.

“ Aha! ”  They declare. They hold up a leaf that, to Rex, looks like any other dead leaf. He blinks, confused.  “ This is from my tribe! We must be approaching one of the lower villages! ”

“ That leaf . . .? ”  He tilts his head, still lost.  “ How do you know it’s not just . . . some leaf? ”

“ Because! ”  Pom jumps and glides back to Rex, who holds out a hand for them to land on. They hold up the leaf to him.  “ Each tribe grows special leaves that we graft onto trees to mark our territories. This one––see these? ”  they point to the veins in the leaf, which swirl in intricate patterns.  “ Over the generations, my tribe has designed this pattern and color. It is unique to us. ”

“ Uh hunh . . .. ”  Rex squints. Upon closer inspection, it does stand out. However, other than the color––a bright red to contrast the greens––he wouldn’t think anything of it. Then again, this isn’t his culture; he wouldn’t think to think anything of it.  “ That’s good news then. Means we’re gettin’ somewhere. ”

Pom beams up at the trooper. They scurry along his arm, back to his shoulder, and settle down for the continued journey. Rex finishes off the last of his ration bar, replaces his helmet, and takes aim at another branch. This one, he hopes, will be the last stretch. He clips himself in and activates the wench, thus resuming their ascent.

It doesn’t take long for Pom to point out more markers of their tribe. There are carvings and paintings in the bark, more clusters of leaves, and even a few abandoned homes––all of which would have gone under Rex’s radar were he alone. The more he sees, the more he realizes how resourceful Pom’s people must be to live up here.

The excitement and wonder come to a grinding halt, however, when the ascension cable lurches. Rex only has a moment to realize what’s happening before it comes loose. After a brief fall and an undignified yell, he manages to catch himself on a branch, hands clinging to the bark and legs dangling.

“ Dammit! Pom, are you––– ”  He looks to his shoulder to find it unoccupied. He isn’t given any time to process this, though. A sharp smack to the side of his helmet draws the trooper’s attention to his left, where he finds four little humanoids, each armed with a slingshot.  “ What the hell . . .? ”

“ Stop! Leave him alone! ”  Calls a familiar voice from up above. Pom drifts down, landing atop Rex’s helmet.  “ He is my friend! ”

The four beings pause, each of them looking shocked and confused.  “ Pomfree? Is that you? ”  One asks. All at once, they rush forward towards Rex and Pom. He has to stop himself from flinching as they scale his arms and shoulders. The one that spoke clambers up to meet Pom on his helmet where the two embrace. Rex feels . . . awkward.

“ We saw you fall into the dark beyond! ”  The one––Rex assumes them to be the leader of the group––says.

“ I did! I fell all the way to the floor, ”  they say.  “ I tried to stop myself, but I tore my wing and hit my head and then I woke up down there. This one––– ”  they pat Rex’s helmet,  “ helped me back up. He saved me from a grekesa too! ” 

Though he can’t see any of the little ones from where they are on his person, he can feel all of their eyes on him. Rex clears his throat.  “ Er, hi. I hate to break up the reunion, but do you mind letting me pull myself up? I don’t really want to stay hanging here. ” 

Pom is the first to disembark. The others are quick to follow. Once they’re all off, Rex hauls himself up to straddle the branch. He breathes a sigh of relief, and rolls his shoulders to work out some of the stiffness from holding himself in place.

All five of the little beings stare at him. Pom is the only one that does not look wary. Rex can’t blame them, he supposes. He clears his throat again.  “ Right. I am Captain Rex of the Army of the Grand Republic. It’s true, I met Pom down on the jungle floor. “

“ He is good, ”  Pom insists, though their companions do not seem fully convinced. They huff and approach Rex, frowning. They climb up onto his thigh and gesture to him.  “ Show your face. Let them see you. ”

With some hesitancy, the trooper complies. He pulls his helmet off and tucks it under his arm. This somehow feels even more awkward.

“ Look, I don’t want to cause you any more trouble than we already have. I’m just trying to find my squadron; Pom told me I’d have a better shot at seeing where they landed up here. Only fair I bring them up with me. ”

The four regard him with scrutiny, then huddle up to whisper amongst themselves. Every few seconds, one of them glances back at him before returning to the conversation. Rex grimaces.

“ Well, Pom, I think this is where we’re gonna have to part ways. ”  Gently, he scoops the little being off of his leg and sets them down on the branch. Before he can pull his hand away, though, they catch his thumb and wrap their arms around it. This, he realizes, is the closest thing to a hug they can share. He glances to the group, all of whom are staring at him again, then gently lets his fingers curl around their back.

“ Hey now, no need for any waterworks, kid, ”  he says, mustering a half-smile.  “ Glad I could get you back to your people. You be good now, alright? ”

Pom gives his thumb a squeeze before letting go. They take the leaf they’d kept from when they’d first found signs of their tribe and place it in Rex’s palm.  “ Thank you, Rex. I am sad I cannot do more to help you than wish you luck in finding your own people. ”

“ Don’t worry about it. ”  His half-smile grows into something softer, more genuine. Fingers close around the leaf, then he pushes himself to stand. The four new little ones retreat a few feet, and Pom joins them after a moment. Rex offers a small wave, then puts on his helmet and tucks the leaf into one of his pockets. He takes his blaster and launches his ascension cable to a higher branch.

Pom is home. That’s good. Now he needs to figure out how the hell he’s going to keep the war away from them and their people.

#g/t #g/t fiction #g/t writing #star wars #g/t star wars #rex #pomfree #hyena writes #hyena ocs #hoo boy this is a longer one

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Hexes and Honeysuckle (Five)

MASTERLIST HERE

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There was a package sitting on their dining room table and one wide eyed twitchy feline staring at the package when Bucky came in from his walk, and the witch took his time kicking out of his shoes and putting away the gathered herbs before asking, “What’cha got there, Tony?” 

“I don’t...know…” The familiar’s eyes dilated to the point of hilarity, every line in the cat’s body tense. “...but...I...want it.” 

“You want what’s in the box?” Bucky came over with a knife so he could cut the packaging. “Does it smell good to you or somethin?” 

“I...don’t...know.” Tony said again. “But you need to open it now.” 

“Move, then.” Bucky shoved Tony’s butt out of the way and opened the box with a swift slice. “Did it come with a tag or anything? Do you know who it’s-- ACK!” the witch yelped when fifteen pounds of hair and focused intent leapt neatly over his shoulder and right into the box. “Damn it, cat! What are you doing?!” 

“I want this.” Tony blinked up at Bucky from inside the package, thoroughly ignoring the carefully potted and stabilized plants on either side of him. “This right here. I want it.” 

“The plants?” Bucky lifted one of the pots out and peeled back the cover to sniff the leaves. “This smells like mint. Um, this one is basil.” he lifted another one out. “This one is--” 

“Achoo!” The box shook with the force of Tony’s sneeze. “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Ach-- goddamnit, put it away!” 

“--This one is honeysuckle.” Bucky finished, and set it aside. “Really are allergic, huh?” 

“Did you think I was--achoo!-- kidding about that?” 

“I sort of did.” The witch kept unpacking the plants, knocking away Tony’s tail whenever it got in his way. “So what did you want so bad in here? Catnip?” 

“I’m not really a cat, I don’t go cuckoo cuckoo for catnip.” Tony said crossly, squishing down tighter into the box and tucking his paws beneath his body. “I just wanted this. The box.” 

“You wanted the box.” Bucky closed his eyes and counted briefly to ten, then reopened them and peered back down at the cat so contentedly loafed in and settled in the empty package. “You wanted the box?” 

“Yes.” Tony’s eyes twitched towards mega dilated again when tape rustled on one of the flaps. “And yes, Bucky I’m aware of the irony of insisting I’m not a cat by not wanting catnip and then doing a wildly cat-like thing like getting half feral over a damn box but you know what, I didn’t choose the kitty life, the kitty life chose me and I can’t really pick and choose which parts of it come out in this form.” 

“Well.” Bucky fought against a smile. “As long as you’re aware of the irony, Tony. I guess that makes it all okay.” 

“Who are the plants from?” Tony stretched his nose up high to sniff curiously at a sprig of basil. “Pepper and Natasha?” 

“Uhhh yep.” the witch finally found a note. “From Pepper and Natasha. They say it's depressing that I don't have a garden and that centering ourselves in the Earth Goddess will strengthen the witch-familiar bond. There’s also a warning for you to not eat nothin’ marked with a red dot--” the familiar jerked back from trying to gnaw on a chamomile leaf. “-- because even though you the human might not be allergic, you the cat could get very sick.” 

“Noted and noted.” Tony curled back into the box and when Bucky cocked an eyebrow at him, the familiar complained, “What?! Why are you looking at me funny, and so help me Medusa don’t tell me it’s because I’m funny looking.” 

“It’s not that.” Bucky immediately denied, but then just immediately countered, “I mean yeah, cos your fur is everywhere this morning, but I mean…” he shrugged. “I tried to give you a box to sleep in and you shrieked at me and stole my pillow.” 

“But this is a box I chose.” The familiar explained, as if it made any sense in the world. “This is not my box and if you try to take it, I’ll stab you because this is my box and I don’t like people touching my things.” 

“Kay, you stay here in your box.” Bucky jostled the package just to make the cat hiss. “I’m gonna go plant some of these things alright? Come outside if you wanna center yourself in the Earth Goddess or whatever.” 

“Cats don’t like dirt.” 

“That’s a damn lie and you know it.” Bucky picked up as many of the pots as he could manage with one hand headed for the door. “See you in a bit.” 

The witch only made it as far as the front step before he heard a thump and disgruntled growl, what could only be the sound of cat paws stuck in overly sticky tape, and then finally the sound of little feet following him out the door. 

“Run into some tape, Tony?” 

“You shut your mouth, witch.” 

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“So you can just come and go in my dreams now?” Bucky asked when Tony stepped through the glass walls of his dream and crossed to sit by him. “Even though I redid the spell and fixed up the walls? Just gonna intrude like that?” 

“You did a good job on the walls.” Tony ignored Bucky's comment about intruding and looked over at the far wall, the one where the Hydra has come through. “Left that mark though, huh?”

“I can’t fix that one.” Bucky followed Tony’s gaze to the melted glass, the rippled scar across the clear surface that was the result of Tony using his magic to save the witch. “But other than the one time, guess I haven’t really tried either. I sorta like it.”

Bucky sent Tony a sideways look and clarified, “It’s sorta nice. Reminds me I’m not all the way alone.”

“Right.” Tony settled in next to the witch, close enough that their shoulders  brushed. “Got marks in your real life house from my bullshit, makes sense you’d want them here too. That way both your realities match.”

“Match?” Bucky echoes. “Marred by familiar shenanigans?”

“Whatever you want to call them, Bucky bear.” 

They were quiet a moment, content to sit next to each other and stare around the glass enclosure but Tony was never one to stay quiet long so he asked, “Why don’t you have two arms in your dreams?”

“How come you aren’t a cat in your dreams.” Bucky countered.

“Cos human is my reality.” Tony gestured down at his body. “Two legs, non kitty ears, amazing hair. This is who I am.”

Bucky just shrugged and held up his one hand. “Well it’s the same for me. Been so long without another hand guess I don’t remember what it’s like to have both. Can’t even imagine it anymore.”

“Huh.” Tony thought back to their day spent in the garden, the way Bucky had struggled to set the pits with only one hand and how the next few hours of watering and general weeding had left the witch sweating and sore from so much activity on the one side. “Well, would you like two arms in your dreams?”

Bucky looked away and didn’t answer, his right first clenching tight, and Tony let the topic drop. 

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The gift of honeysuckle from Pepper and Natasha grew from one lovely little plant to more than a dozen sprouts over the weekend, and then two dozen within the next few days. The leaves unfurled deep green and healthy, the blooms fragrant and vibrant and Tony spent every waking moment sneezing his little head off, cursing the flowers, the witches, his familiar form, and Bucky for laughing at him. 

“C’mere c’mere.” the witch bent to scoop Tony up, then grimaced when he got a sneeze on the cheek for his efforts. “I got something for you, take a drink.” 

“I’m not drinking any of your potions.” the familiar sniffed and butted his head under Bucky’s chin miserably. “I know you’re still looking for a way to get back at me for the blueberry ink issue, so I’m definitely not drinking what that neon pink mess is.”

“It’s Benadryll, you dramatic ball a’fur.” Bucky offered Tony the little cup again. “You know, people medicine? Not potions and magic but actual antihistamines. It will make sure you don’t sneeze yourself into a heart attack.” 

“Oh.” Tony sniffed the pink liquid, then sniffed it again. “Safe for cats?” 

“Not that you’re actually a cat.” Bucky said dryly. “But yeah, when I picked it up in town I made sure to ask Doc Banner if it’s safe for you in cat form.” 

“Kay.” Tony lapped at the pink medicine, grimaced at the taste, then went right back to lapping at it. “We don’t gotta get rid of the honeysuckle though. I think it’s helping your dreams, isn’t it?” 

“Dunno if it’s helping the dreams, but I haven’t had another nightmare or nothin’ yet.” Bucky wiped some pink off of Tony’s furry chin. “Maybe we can move the planter boxes out to the edge of the clearing so you aren’t breathing it in all the time.”

“Ah yes, the mark of a truly good person, making sure my lungs don’t collapse.” The cat mrrrowp!ed when he was deposited back into his current favorite box. “I do so appreciate you making minute adjustments so I don’t sneeze my brains out through my nose.” 

“Yeah, it’d be a damn shame to get brain matter on this nice new box.” Bucky scritched at Tony’s ears and went to find them a snack. “Do we have any more brownies left or did you eat them all?” 

“You’ll be glad I ate them all when it comes time for me to be human again.” Only Tony’s ears were visible over the top of his box. “Every calorie goes right to my butt so--”

“--OH MY GOD, STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR BUTT! I’VE WATCHED YOU LICK IT BEFORE!” 

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“Where’s your secret escape hatch?” Tony asked, finding his usual spot right up next to Bucky and throwing his leg over the witch’s knee. “Did you put one in?” 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret escape hatch, would it?” Bucky picked up Tony’s foot and pushed it off his leg. “Would you stop that? It’s not fun when you’re a cat, it’s just weird when you’re human.” 

“Can you feel it?” Tony looked positively delighted, dark eyes sparkling in amusement. “My weight, I mean. I think the first few times I dream walked in here I couldn’t hardly talk or feel anything. Do I feel real to you?” 

“Real enough to punch in th’kidneys if you don’t keep your damn feet off me!” Bucky pushed the familiar away yet again when Tony tried to glom onto him. “Damn it, if you wanna cuddle do it like a real person and not like a cat!” 

“Okay then.” In an instant Tony was on Bucky’s lap, straddling his legs and pushing in close and the witch sucked in an unsteady breath when his arms were suddenly full of startlingly beautiful Tony, real and solid and close enough for Bucky to scent the lightest bit of mint and honeysuckle mixed in the thick hair. “There, how’s that?” 

“You are way too close right now.” Bucky gulped, and then gulped again, fingers flexing uncertainly at his side as he wondered where to hold Tony-- and then wondered when it would start being weird that he wanted to grab his cat-familiar-turned-dream-walking-witch’s butt. “What-- what are you doing?” 

“Pretty sure I’ve been closer than this when I creep on you at night after you try to feed me peas.” Tony teased and inched closer until their noses touched. “What, you never have frisky dreams, Bucky bear? I refuse to believe that. Young witches are always ridiculously randy.” 

“I don’t--” Bucky swallowed hard. “I don’t know who Randy is.” 

Tony laughed so hard he fell right off to the side and if Bucky hadn’t been so busy gaping at the witch and loving that Tony’s laugh was the same in either form, he would have had time to wonder why he suddenly missed the weight of Tony across his thighs. 

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“Don’t stare at me when I change, please.” Bucky said the next day, but the cat sitting on the foot of the bed didn’t so much as blink. “Tony. Seriously, don’t look at me naked.” 

“Yesterday you had no issue dropping trou in front of me.” Tony pointed out, baring his teeth and flexing his little claws into the quilt. “What’s the problem today?”

“Yesterday you didn’t get all human-y on me and sit on my lap.” the witch yanked a t shirt over his head, then clutched at the towel around his waist uncertainty. “Dunno. Just real aware that you’re actually human all the sudden.” 

“I’ve always been human, Bucky bear.” Tony finally sighed, rolled his eyes and turned around so Bucky could get into pants without feeling ogled. “But sure, now that my dream form has gotten pretty damn corporeal, I can see how it’d be weird.” 

“It’s not weird that you’re corporeal.” Bucky countered, and tweaked at the cat’s tail so Tony knew he could turn around. “What’s weird is that you got on my lap and got…” he flailed around a little bit. “...flirty.” 

“Have you never spent any time with a familiar?” Tony jumped down and followed the witch to the kitchen. “Witches are more in tune to everything mortal’s feel, then you take all that and compress it down into a familiar form? We are basically oozing drama and horniness. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for me to make a pass at you.” 

“Oh is that what that was last night?” A saucer full of sweet cream appeared in front of Tony and Bucky smiled reluctantly when the cat attacked it with gusto. “You always just plop down on people’s lap when you’re trying to flirt?” 

“Eh, it usually gets the point across.” Tony made quiet num num num noises as he cleaned the dish empty. “There’s only one of two messages someone’s trying to send when they sit on your lap. Both of them start with ‘I need attention’ but only one ends with ‘and also cat food’.” 

He blinked electric blue eyes up at the witch and goaded, “Ask me what the second one ends with.” 

“Th’fuck I will.” Bucky poured himself a bowl of cereal. “Hey, why are your eyes blue when you’re a cat but dark brown in my dreams?” 

“My magic is blue.” Tony nudged the empty bowl closer to Bucky’s hand. “In this form it’s compressed so much that it shines out through my eyes. In human form it’s spread out so I only get blue when it's surging.” 

“Like when you saved me?” Bucky wanted to know, and Tony nodded. “Well I-- I like the blue. It’s pretty.” 

“Your blue eyes are pretty too.” the familiar nudged at the bowl again. “Now give me more cream or I’ll bite you.” 

“You know, I think you’re more charming in human form?” 

“Nah, I’m equally a bastard in all forms.” 

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Tony really was gorgeous in human form, all long limbs and graceful movement and sometimes Bucky let himself wonder if Tony had always moved so beautifully or if it was the influence of his familiar form. Dark eyes shone blue when Tony laughed, a smile made Bucky’s heart flop when it didn’t come complete with fangs and cat-itude and the more often Tony showed up in his dreams, the less Bucky’s dreams felt like a cage. 

Now there was honeysuckle growing in the corner of the glass box, what felt like sunshine casting a soft glow over where they sat together, the faintest strains of music that Tony felt like he remembered from the old fashioned fairies the humans loved so much. 

Instead of sitting in a white box staring at the wall where the Hydra had crashed through, Bucky sat shifted so he was looking at Tony instead, and some nights they talked, some nights they laughed, some nights they sat there in silence with Tony’s leg thrown over Bucky’s because he might insist he wasn’t a cat, but he sure still needed snuggles. 

Some nights Bucky gave in to the urge to cuddle up close too, gave in to the bone deep loneliness that had been his constant companion for seventy years. Witches weren’t meant to be solitary creatures just like familiars weren’t meant to survive alone and while Bucky was lonely, Tony was damn near touch starved, curling close and practically purring when the witch put a hesitant hand low on his back and rubbed slow circles. 

“Can I--?” Bucky would ask sometimes and other times he’d just reach for Tony because he needed. 

“Can I--?” Tony wanted to know one night and Bucky held his breath, shuddered when the familiar called his magic and wove together a new arm for him, bright silver plates and burnished copper fastens. The witch could feel the nerve endings come back alive, could close his fingers and make a fist, could place the new hand at Tony’s shoulder and then up into Tony’s hair and feel the silky strands against his palm. 

“Thank you.��� Bucky looked like he could break down, tears bright in his eyes. “Tony thank you-- this is-- I can’t believe--”

-- the dream shattered right then, Bucky’s emotions propelling him right out of sleep and into waking and the witch gave a quiet, broken sounding wail when he still only had the one hand. 

“It’s okay.” Tony curled close over Bucky’s left shoulder, tucked his nose into the witch’s cheek and crooned comfortingly. “When I finally get out of this mess and back to my usually gorgeous witchy self I’ll use my magic to build you a new arm.” 

“...really?” 

“I told you my magic is linked to iron.” The cat shrugged. “Steel, electricity, anything metallic in nature. I’ll fix it, Bucky. Not-- not you cos you--” Tony hesitated, then just pushed in tighter and mumbled, “--You aren’t broken, Bucky. You don’t need fixed. But I can give you both your hands back. Glamour it so people just see skin and not the metal if you want. After I’m human--”

“After you’re human I’m going to kick you out of bed for talking too much.” Bucky changed the subject before he did something embarrassing like beg, and rolled over onto his side, bringing the cat with him. “Go the hell to sleep, I’m tired.” 

“You were just sleeping!” 

“It’s not super restful sleep when I’ve got a familiar chatting me up and groping at me during my dreams!” 

“...yeah, that’s fair.” 

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“Love of my life.” Pepper bent down from her near towering height to lay a sweet kiss on Natasha’s lips, lifting the other witch up from the floor with nothing more than a single finger beneath Natasha’s chin. “I have news.” 

“You could ask me to stand so it’s easier to kiss me, you know.” Natasha wrinkled her nose up at her wife. “You’re only eight inches taller than me, there’s no need to levitate me off the ground for a proper smooch.” 

“But you know, I do so enjoy the way the weightlessness makes you perkier than usual.” Pepper teased, cupping her loves more than generous assets in both hands. “If only it did the same for me.” 

“You are as effortlessly slim and beautiful as a willow sapling.” Natasha praised immediately. “Svelt and sylphlike and a thousand other adjectives I will find in the research texts and quote to you over tea and scones.” 

Pepper chuckled and kissed Natasha one more time. “I see your reading of poetry is coming along nicely?” 

“I am trying to be more romantic, yes. But over half a millennia of life creates difficult to break habits, darling.” Tasha shrugged. “What is your news?” 

“The news is that there is no news.” Pepper held out her hands to show them devoid of any mail. “We have not received letters from neither Tony nor Bucky for almost two weeks. These two haven’t submitted a grievance or complaint for two weeks.”

Natasha’s smile was almost too big for her face, her full lips stretching wide as she exclaimed, “I knew they’d work out together!” 

“It would seem you were correct.” Pepper looked positively overjoyed at the news too. “Was it our honeysuckle, do you think? Tony sneezing and being too adorable for Bucky to resist?” 

“More than likely Tony has finally let someone in past his barriers and he is remembering how to be the insufferable snarky but achingly sweet person we used to know.” Natasha countered. “But yes my love, I’m sure the honeysuckle helped.” 

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Tony was screaming, pounding against the glass walls that he suddenly couldn’t get through, shouting for Bucky to see him, to hear him, to let him in, please please let him in. 

The Hydra was bigger this time, forcing its way through the mangled, melted glass scar and shattering it beneath its tentacles and teeth. It was bigger this time, hideous and horrifying and Tony thought he could smell it through Bucky’s cage, thought he could feel the hot blast of breath from the gaping, jagged maw. 

And he kept screaming for Bucky to let him in, but the witch was trapped again, trapped and terrified and curled up against the back wall hiding his face and huddled into his good arm and Tony couldn’t get to him in time. 

‘Escape hatch’ Tony thought and banged on the glass some more. “Bucky! Escape hatch, babe! Where’s your escape hatch! You never told me so I can’t-- I can’t save you.” 

“Shit.” Tony hit his knees in an awful moment of realization. “Bucky, I can’t save you. You never told me where your escape hatch is, you just kept laughing every time I sneezed at the honeysuckle and…” 

He stopped, swiveled towards the corner of Bucky’s room where the honeysuckle grew tall and climbed the glass walls towards to the ceiling. 

“Honeysuckle.” he breathed. “By the wizards, did you really…?” 

The flowers grew on either side of the wall at the far corner, magnified through the glass on one side and beautifully fragrant on the other when Tony shoved his hands into the tangle and felt for a hatch, for a handle, for any sort of dip in the glass that would give him a way inside.

But then he was inside, coughing out pollen and trying not to sneeze. The honeysuckle hadn’t been covering the door, it had been the door, a ward to keep away evil spirits and apparently to keep Tony sneezing because the moment he let an achoo! slip out, Bucky’s head jerked up and his mouth opened in a wordless plea for help. 

“I’ve got you.” Tony’s eyes lit blue, his palms lit brighter as he tried to force the Hydra back and out of the dream. “Bucky, I’ve got you but you gotta help! You gotta help me save you!” 

“Tony, I can’t.” Tears were streaming down the witch’s face, Bucky’s breath catching on a sob. “I can’t. Seventy years and I’ve never been strong enough to do this, I need you--” 

“And you’ve got me.” Tony crouched down in front of Bucky, blasted the Hydra with a bright enough pulse to make the thing writhe and shriek. “You’ve got me, but you can escape here, I know you can. You can do it.” 

“Tony--” 

“You planted honeysuckle.” Tony plucked a bloom out of his hair and held it up for Bucky to see. “You figured out a way to help yourself escape.” 

“If I run away it’ll just find me again!” 

“Running away isn’t the same as escaping!” Tony shouted and Bucky’s eyes opened wide. “Sometimes we have to escape to save ourselves. You were strong enough to build an escape hatch in this place, you are strong enough to use it!” 

The Hydra was breathing at them, roaring at them, vile and poison spitting from its tongue and teeth and Bucky flinched when the cage filled with noxious gas. 

“Tony, I’m scared!” 

“Hey hey hey.” Tony grabbed both of Bucky’s hands, easing up on his magic so he could focus on his witch. “Bucky, I’m-- I’m scared too, okay?” 

Bucky opened his mouth to argue and Tony hurried to interrupt, “No no listen. I’m scared, Bucky. I’m scared of that thing and the way it haunts you and I’m scared that you wall yourself off every night in your dreams and I’m scared that you made an escape hatch and it took me a really long time to find it and more than that I’m scared that I’m going to lose you tonight and I can’t--” 

Honesty, shocking Tony to his core and he swallowed hard. “--I can’t handle that. So I need you to get up and come with me to the honeysuckle and out of here once and for all. We’ll just be done with it. Walk outta here and I’ll seal it up tight so the Hydra can’t ever get out and you and me will be just fine.” 

“Tony?!”

“I’m real scared right now too.” Tony whispered. “But I trust you, and I know you’ve got it, and you and me are gonna be just fine. Let’s just go. Come with me right now and let’s just go.” 

“No no no we won’t have time to get around the monster!” Bucky was edging towards hysterical. “Nobody ever has time to escape the Hydra! No one has ever escaped--!” 

“You did.” Tony’s dark eyes lit brilliant, electric blue, anxiety bubbling over as the monster lurched closer. “You escaped, Bucky. You escaped and you survived the monster. You did. You can do it again.” 

“I escaped hurt!” 

“But not broken.” Tony pushed their foreheads together and pushed some of his own calm deep into Bucky’s soul. “Not broken, Bucky. So come on. Let’s just go. You and me, right now.” 

“Okay.” Bucky whispered and the familiar nodded quickly. “Okay, let’s go. You with me?” 

“Right here.” 

Tony held tight to Bucky’s right hand as they ran for the corner full of honeysuckle, ducking and dodging the flailing monster, and shielding Bucky’s body with his own as they finally pushed through the plants and out the other side into--

--”Freedom.” Tony gasped in clean air when he was awake, back in Bucky’s bed and free of the stench of the Hydra. “Bucky we made it! We made it out, we’re okay, we’re okay. We made it.” 

“Need a minute.” Bucky rolled off the bed and ran stumbling for the bathroom to vomit, losing his stomach several times in the toilet bowl as the lingering fear from the nightmare twisted his gut. 

“Yeah, I’ll give you a minute.” Tony sat up in bed and ran his hands through his hair gingerly. “And then um-- definitely alcohol. Definitely lots of alcohol and holy crap am I freezing, why am I freezing right now and also--” 

He stopped, realizing first that Bucky had come back to the room and was staring at him wide eyed and slack jawed, and then realizing second--

 “Holy shit.” Tony stared down at human hands, at his human body, and then looked back up at the witch. 

“Holy shit, we broke the hex.”

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Kris and Susie from DELTARUNE is available for interaction!  They both have been added to the mobile muse list, the blog muse list, with their small blog bio done, the shipping list and then finally added to the interest check! Check them both out!

howdy this was kinda expected since i’ve done undertale characters before but not fully nor online (specifically asgore, and i just might res him again if i had restraints (which im starting to get now lmao)), but i had to take time to play DELTARUNE chapter 2 which I did to take some stress off with what I’ve actually been doing for a few days AND OH GOD IM BACK ON MY UNDERTALE SHIT- I was into UT when it first came out, but it simmered down. DR then came out, and it was somewhat back again until the newest chapter just smack me. You know I’m a sucker for blank-slates, LMAO- My favorite character is Susie so far and I will die for her dlfmlkdgf- She’s like the perfect mean girl with a secretly tender heart!!! Learning friendship!!! Love!!! we love to see it amnlkfgmdl- so much susie development this chapter, we susie fans are so spoiled ANAKLSNFMLF-

Kris may be another blank-slate but I feel like we’ll be able to dive into the whole “being controlled by the player” and how that affects them, since they’re just a prisoner in their own body. It is canonical that Kris can react to whatever the player does, so I’m gonna abuse that, especially with the SnowGrave verse (YES I HAVE THAT VERSE FOR KRIS, YES, IT IS HORRIBLE-) but both players in the Pacifist verse and the SnowGrave one are different. The one in the Pacifist verse is very kind and wants to bond with as many people as they can, while the one in the SnowGrave verse is...very pushy, very inconsiderate, very uncaring - very malicious. Kris is trying to break free but they can’t fully break free...yet. Kris’ actions and dialogue are not their own - neither are most of the faces they make. They’re just a puppet to the player.

Susie is best girl, with some Guzma-like development, she has changed a lot since Chapter 1. She doesn’t know what this friendship thing is, but she’s starting to try her best at it. Though, if anyone talks shit about any of her friends, you bet she’s gonna beat their ass. Reptilian Guzma? Yes. It’s no wonder why I love her so much, lmao- but the interactions she has, especially with Noelle and Kris are SUPER WHOLESOME ACK- She’s so oblivious to anyone giving her love or crushing on her, because she’s never be loved like that before?? Chapter 1 Susie is still mean but getting there, while Chapter 2 Susie is much different and more comfortable around Kris, Ralsei, and other people like Noelle and more comfortable with trying nicer options. Very exciting to start these two!

I know some people may be uncomfortable to be following/interacting with a DELTARUNE and/or an UNDERTALE (I ain’t UT but it is an AU of UT), so feel free to filter the new trigger tags I have or just hardblock me, I don’t mind at all! Thanks for reading this, and yes, I am still working on the commissions info and pricing and whatnot! Thank you for the concern!!

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