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apocalypse-shuffle · 11 months

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HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER-PUNK (atsv)

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“Brand New Metal” (Hobie Brown & Fem!Reader)

| Hobie helps you pierce your nose.

| SFW, piercing description, needles

| Featuring almost the entirety of my own piercing experience. (Pic source: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) movie)

You pull away for what feels like the hundredth time in five minutes and Hobie’s hand moves outta the way even faster, barely a blur of movement before it’s back within his bubble of space.

“C’mon, Mama, I can’t do this if you keep jumpin’ away from me.”

You shift in place where your butt is planted beside the hard water stained sink. Shoulders dropping you rub your hands down your face.

“I know that,” you grumble.

Problem was, knowing barely qualified as a quarter of the issue, and whoever said knowing was half the battle clearly hadn’t been staring down the point of the thickest needle you’d ever seen in person.

You wave your hand to the metal rod with a grimace. “But look at the size of that thing, Hobes. That’s gotta be overkill.”

Hobie’s accent seems to get thicker as he hits you with a deadpan tone, full brows shading his eyes.

“This’s a twenty gauge needle. I’ve seen you ’old your guts inside you and still make time to bash in some fascists, this’s nothin’.”

In response you flip him off but Hobie - perfectly unfazed - only starts twirling the needle around two latex glad fingers.

His own piercings - of which there were plenty - glint off of the dim yellow lighting of his bathroom like a taunt. Or at least it feels like that to you.

“Look, I already told you piercings ain’t some crucial part of the scene, Mama. You don’t have ta do any of this. It’s all just boxes and labels, the lot of it,” Hobie points the blunt side of the needle at you. “And you know I hate labels.”

“Yeah, Hobes, the whole of Camden knows. Besides, I want it cause I think it looks nice not cause of capitalism’s agenda to make us buy shit instead of looking at whatever human right of the day they’re doing away with,” you shrug and Hobie’s mouth twists to the side for a second before he’s shrugging too.

“Great. Point’s been made then. Pick a struggle.”

“Fuck your struggle,” you frown. “It’ll hurt.”

“Hn,” he scoffs and shakes his head. He’s giving you this narrow look like he’d let you keep this back and forth up for the rest of the day without any complaints though. “Fake ones exist for a reason.”

“Fake ones won’t give me the satisfaction of a real piercing though.”

“The lie that we need to feel pain in order to be worthy of livin’ is also capitalistic propaganda, Luv.”

Now it’s your turn to give him a look; face dropping and one brow rising.

Hobie chuckles.

“Fine.” He grins, sharp. “We both know I know exactly what it is you’re sayin’. I just can’t tell if being an accomplice to yer masochism is fair to me.”

“You wouldn’t deny a woman her creative outlet, would you?”

“S’pose not,” Hobie agrees, taking another alcohol swab and disinfecting the needle again for extra measure.

He eyes you up and down and you smile, fluttering your lashes at him and kicking your heels into his cabinet doors. You needed Hobie to be the one to do this. For one, because you were not going to be able to do this yourself, and for two, because he was really the only person you trusted to puncture a literal hole in your body.

You take a deep breath, now if only you could chill the hell out.

Hobie shakes his head, wicks flopping around and knocking into each other languidly.

“Yer one ‘elluva reluctant participant to this for someone agreein’ they’re a masochist,” he nods to the needle while brandishing it like a knife. He knows you're full of shit, but he’s not about to make your decision for you. “You gotta stop flinching every time light just glints off the needle if you really want this.”

You lock eyes with him, sitting up to your full height and trying not to back away from the metal rod. “Maybe I’m just waiting for the adrenaline rush to kick in.”

“Pretty sure that happens after the pain, yeh?

A huff and your fingers curl over the edge of the counter and squeeze.

“Just…get it over with, Hobie.” You take a deep breath. “Please?”

“Alright alright, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Hobie eases a hand around your jaw and raises the needle. “You know I’ve got you. Now keep still.”

Another deep breath from you and Hobie meets your eye for a second time.

“On three,” he grunts. With your head in his grasp you can’t physically nod so you use your eyes to convey your agreement.

Hobie takes a breath to start the countdown and you inhale with him. You’ve gotten your ears pierced before, you could do this. It was fine. Plus you’ll have a few seconds to prep yourself before he gets to number three. You got this. You both exhale.

“Three,” he states.

Without a second to spare the needle pierces through the squishy cartilage of your nose and your breath catches in your throat. Instantly tears well in your eyes and your face heats up something fierce - like somebody’s holding a blow dryer on the highest setting up to it with zero mercy. Your joints pop, grasp on the counter growing tighter in your attempt to keep yourself from jerking out of Hobie’s hold. The sheer need to not garner an actual injury from the metal is almost solely what keeps you in place.

This wasn’t like an ear piercing at fucking all. Fuck this septum piercing and fuck Hobie too. What the fuck?

“Ow! You motherfucker!”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I only wrote his accent clearly some of the time; you’ll have to forgive me. I was confusing my damn self, okay? I did my best.

Also what I said about how adrenaline works isn’t really correct so don’t take that as gospel.

Edit: Had this labeled gn!reader on accident at first y’all, that’s my bad. Sorry for any confusion.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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wordsbyrian · 1 year

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Skater Girl - Alex Morgan x Reader

Summary: Childhood friends almost always drift apart but sometimes they find their ways back together. This fic is set in between the 2015 WWC and the 2016 Olympics.

A/N: I was watching a documentary on my favorite skateboarder Andrew Reynolds in which he talked about his battle with addiction and this is what came of it.

Trigger warning: Heavy discussion of drug and alcohol abuse, jokes about sobriety

For as long as you can remember Alex Morgan has been your best friend.

Just like any pair of childhood friends worth their salt, the two of you knew everything about one another.

At least you did from the ages of 3 to 14.

But like all great childhood friendships, you started to drift apart in high school. She had started playing club soccer and was quickly becoming the face of the varsity soccer team and you found that you had more fun hanging out with the skateboarders and stoners than waiting for her to be able to make time for you.

So while she was busy becoming an all-American and a top college prospect, you were rounding up amateur sponsorships for companies like Blind and Independent Trucks.

Then when she was running all over people at Cal, you were dropping out of the photography program at UCLA because you were going pro and collecting sponsors like a child on Halloween.

Overall, you hadn’t spoken to her in nearly 10 years, which is why you’re so shocked to see her standing over you as you lay at the bottom of one of the largest hills in LA, cracked helmet still on your head.

“Oh my god, are you ok,” she asks, bending over to try and look you in the eyes.

“Alex,” you say, still somewhat out of it. “What are you doing here?”

It takes her a moment, but as you sit up and take off your helmet, you can see the realization bloom in her eyes.

“Y/N/N,” she asks, getting a nod in response. “Are you ok, I saw you smash your head into the ground.”

As you go to answer you begin to hear the shouts of the crew you’re filming with as they finally make their way to the bottom of the hill.

“Trips, dude, we thought you just died,” Jay, one of your best friends, shouts as he gets close enough, “Who’s this?”

“This is Alex, my childhood best friend and world-champion soccer player,” you say, “Also, clearly not dead, the brain bucket saved me. Go get the car, I’m ready to call it a day, I’ve got road rash on my entire back.”

Watching for a moment as he runs back to the rest of your friends, you turn back to Alex still staring at you with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to watch me slam like that, you used to hate that.”

“Just found out that I still do, that was one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen,” she says, helping you to your feet, “Your body flew through the air.”

Grimacing a little at the feeling of your shirt against the raw skin on your back, you pick your board up and say, “I’m fine I promise, nothing that a shower, Neosporin, and some sleep can’t fix.”

The two of you stare at each other silently for a few moments and you can feel all the things you felt for her growing up come flooding back.

Fortunately, the sound of Jay laying on the horn of your car breaks you free of the hold she’s always seemed to have on you.

“I, uh, I’ve gotta go,” you say, jerking a thumb over your shoulder.

As you start backing away she reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Meet me at our spot tomorrow,” Alex says hopefully, “3 p.m?”

“I can do that.”

She smiles before letting you go and walking back to what you can only assume is her car.

Making your way to your ride, you aren’t surprised when the second you climb in you’re greeted by the cacophonous noise of all your friends asking you what just happened.

“Don’t worry about it.”

The next day finds you rolling up to the far back corner of your childhood park where you and Alex would go when you simultaneously needed escapes from your homes.

You hear Alex before you see her, her raspy voice ringing out, “You still bring that thing everywhere you, huh?”

“In all fairness, I get paid to bring it everywhere now,” you say, taking a seat next to her.

“You went pro? I remember that being all you talked about in middle school.”

“Sophomore year of college,” you say with a grin, “I signed like three pro sponsorships in a week and dropped out of UCLA, it was barely two months into the school year.”

“That’s awesome, I’m happy it worked out for you.”

“Forget me, Lex, you’ve got an Olympic gold and World Cup,” you practically shout at her, watching as a blush appears on her cheeks.

“It wasn’t just me, it was a team effort.”

“Whatever bro, I saw that goal you scored in Manchester against Canada and the one against Colombia at the World Cup.”

“Okay fine, some of it was me,” she laughs.

Then before you know it, the afternoon trails into the evening, and the two of you spend hours talking about everything that has happened since you graduated high school.

But the one thing you refuse to answer, no matter how much she asks, is how you’ve acquired the nickname Trips.

That is until Alex says something so shocking that you know you have to tell her the truth.

“You know we thought you were dead or in jail,” she says, voice becoming thick with emotion.

“What?”

“When you didn’t come back at Thanksgiving in 2008 and your parents refused to even be in the same room as anyone who mentioned you, we thought the worst,” she explains.

“Fuck,” you say, “Alex, you have to know that I never meant to put your family through that, I was just dealing with some things.”

“What could you possibly have been going through that you couldn’t call us? I was your best friend, we’d known each other our entire lives.”

“Alex, be serious, we haven’t been best friends since the summer before 9th grade and you know it.”

“Y/N/N,” she starts but you cut her off.

“It’s fine really, it happens, but I wasn’t going to just dump my problems on you after not being around. That would’ve made me a shitty person.”

“What problems were so big that you had to face them alone?”

“Addiction,” you say, turning to stare out at the park.

You can feel her staring at the side of your head in silence but you don’t give her a chance to say anything.

“I’m like 4 years clean now but I’ve been addicted to alcohol and other stuff since I was about 15. In high school, your dad once found me passed out in the driver’s seat of my car smelling like a distillery with puke down the front of my clothes,” you explain. “It got really bad after I went pro and I almost died before I got clean.” Taking a deep breath you continue, “That game against Canada at the Olympics was my second day in rehab, I was so sick with withdrawal symptoms but I remember watching the ball come off your head at the last minute.”

“Can you look at me please,” she says, voice shaking, “I need you to look at me.”

Turning your head, you’re somewhat surprised to see the sight of Alex Morgan with tears streaming down her face.

“I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for getting clean, I’m happy you're alive and I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me,” she says, tears flowing.

“Quit crying, you know I hate it when you cry,” you say, hoping that the reaction you used to have as a kid, would get her to smile like it used to.

It does and you get to watch as she smiles and wipes the tears from her face.

“Are you done now?”

“I’m done now,” she says with a laugh.

“Cool, your apology isn’t accepted by the way.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you have nothing to be sorry for, bozo,” you say, “Both your parents and my parents tried to get me help while we were still in school and it didn’t work. So don’t try to apologize to me again, got it?”

“You’re still the nicest asshole I know,” she says, “who the fuck yells at a girl for crying?”

“An idiot whose nickname is based on her being a drug addict,” you guess.

That doesn’t get the laugh that you were hoping for but it’s enough to get you a small smile.

As the hours continue to pass, the conversation gets lighter as you reminisce about the crazy things you got up to as kids.

Eventually, you both have to leave but before you do Alex manages to secure a promise that you’ll attend her game in a couple of days with no new bumps, bruises, or scrapes.

So that’s exactly what you do.

That Saturday afternoon sees you walking down the steps in the stadium to your seat, which thanks to some magic pulled by Alex is so close that you feel like you’re on the field.

When you reach your seat you’re not completely surprised to see Alex’s parents and her sisters but they don’t seem surprised to see you.

“Y/N/N,” her mom asks in shock when she sees you coming down the row.

“Uh yeah,” you say, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck. “Hey Morgans.”

Before you have a moment to fully process what’s happening, you’re being pulled into a hug by Mr. Morgan and passed to each of the women in his family, but you end up back in his arms at the end.

“You have no idea how glad we are to see you,” he says.

“I think I might,” you reply. “Alex filled me in on what your worries were, they were pretty close up until a few years ago.”

That gets a few sad smiles out of the family which lets you know that Alex has filled them in on what you’ve been up to.

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” Mrs. Morgan says.

“It kind of is,” Jeni says, with Jeri nodding behind her.

“Jeri’s right,” you say, “Besides since I’m sober now, so you have to laugh at all my jokes about not being sober because I pulled myself together.”

“That’s not how it works, kid,” Mr. Morgan says.

“Welp it is now.”

It’s at that moment the teams begin walking out for the anthem and as though she could feel your eyes on her Alex immediately turns towards you, a grin appearing on her face as you lock eyes.

The first half of the game is fast and physical and you find yourself flinching every time Alex is taken down by a defender but just like when you were kids, she’s back on her feet before you can blink.

The half comes around and the US is up 2-0 but you still feel the need to get up and move around.

“Hey, I’m gonna get some tenders or something, does anyone want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” Jeni says.

“Or you could tell me what you want,” you respond.

“I’m not making you buy me a beer.”

“I know that I’m not dressed like it right now but I can more than afford to buy you a 15-dollar beer,” you say before you understand why she’s protesting. “Fine, you can come with me but I’m still paying for it.”

When you get to the concession stand you ask her what kind of beer she wants but that isn’t what she’s focused on.

“When are you going to tell my sister that you’re in love with her?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Rolling her eyes, she speaks slower like you are some kind of dumbass, “When are you going to tell Alex you’ve been in love with her since forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, moving forward with the line.

“And I’m Elvis Presley,” Jeni sighs and runs a hand down her face.

From there the conversation switches to how you're doing with skateboarding and your sobriety, so you promise to show her some of the clips you’ve put together for your next video part.

That’s why it’s so surprising when the first thing out of her mouth when you get back to your seats is: “Mom, Dad, how long have Alex and Y/N been in love with each other?”

You’re even more surprised when neither of the elder Morgans looks up from their phones before answering: “Forever.”

“And how long have they both been acting like they're not?”

“Since at least the 7th grade, maybe earlier,” Jeri says.

“Can I just eat my tenders in peace,” you beg, not wanting them to notice the blush rapidly spreading from your cheeks to your ears.

Luckily, before anyone can respond the teams are trotting back out for the second half.

Unfortunately, the other team is much more physical in the second half, so you have to watch with bated breath as Alex gets taken down twice as much as she did in the first without any fouls being called.

Every time she hits the ground you wince a little bit harder, much to the amusement of both her sisters.

Then, there’s a corner in the 88th minute and you get to watch, in what feels like slow motion, as Alex gets her head to the ball and sends it into the back of the net.

“Fuck yeah, Alex,” you scream, leaping to your feet with the rest of the crowd.

You know she can’t hear you but the smile she sends in your direction makes it feel like she can.

Moments later, the match is over and after quickly shaking the hands of the opposing team and a short huddle, Alex is racing towards where you're sitting like she didn’t just play a full 90.

Much to your surprise, and her sisters’ enjoyment, she ignores the other Morgans completely to climb the barrier and pulls you into a hug.

“You came,” she whispers into your ear, trying to be heard over the nearby fans screaming her name.

“I did,” you respond. “You played amazing, that goal was magic.”

“Are you coming to dinner with us,” she asks, still not letting go.

“Yup, your parents have designated me as your chauffeur.”

She nods so you let her go, not at all shocked by the smile on her face as she greets her family.

It doesn’t last long though because one second Jeri is whispering in her ear and the next Alex is glaring back at her and dropping to the ground to join her teammates in greeting fans.

You and the Morgans stay for a bit watching her before making your way out of the stadium and to the parking lot. There you make promises to meet them at the restaurant, hauling Al along with you.

You don’t have to wait very long on your own in the lot, at least you don’t think you do but time does tend to get a bit weird when you’re practicing a new trick.

It's the sound of Alex’s voice yelling at you to do a kickflip that breaks your focus, (You do of course land a kickflip for her.)

“Not bad,” she says, reaching your car and throwing her stuff in the back before climbing in.

“I do aim to impress.”

The ride to the restaurant is calm, the only real noise being the sound of her playlist intermingling with the sound of LA traffic.

When you park and go to get out, you’re stopped by her relocking the doors.

You try to unlock them but she just locks them again, in a pattern that continues four times before you turn to look at her.

“Seriously Al?”

“I want to ask you something,” she says, “but you’ve spent the whole ride trying your hardest to ignore me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring.”

She cuts you off, “Yes you were. What did my sisters say to you because I thought we were gonna try being friends again.”

“They didn’t say,” cut off again.

“Just tell me what they said.”

You take a moment to think about whether or not you should and the somewhat desperate look on her face leads you to tell her.

“They said that you’ve been in love with me since forever. Your parents did too but that’s not possible,” you tell her, “because I definitely would’ve noticed if you were. I mean I literally spent our entire childhoods trying to impress you so I think Jeni and Jeri were just messing with me like they used to because you’re way too awesome to have ever been in love..”

You're cut off again but this time by the feeling of Alex grabbing you by the back of the neck and pressing her lips to yours.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, she’s pulling away which is the opposite of what you want so you pull her back in so your lips meet again.

The second kiss is much longer than the first but before you can deepen it she pulls back.

“I am in love with you,” she says, slightly breathless, “and I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

You smile so widely that to an outsider it might’ve looked painful, “That’s awesome but there’s no way you’ve loved me longer than I’ve loved you.”

“Whatever Y/N/N,” she kisses you again, a slight peck this time, “let’s head inside before my parents start freaking out.”

She unlocks the car doors and gets out, stopping briefly to make sure you’re following her.

And you are, just like you did when you were kids and just as you will be for the rest of your lives.

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #womens soccer #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #alex morgan #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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robin-the-robo · 20 days

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Okay so @steriafluff asked me for Red Hood recommendations and I apparently have a lot of those, so...

Do keep in mind that these are very much My Opinions, but this is what I think is worth reading if you're getting into Jason Todd/Red Hood and don't wanna end up reading the... Really Weird Stuff.

So I think everyone should start by reading Batman 1940 from issue #408 to #429, which ends with Death in The Family, to see what Jason was like as a kid and as Robin (an absolute delight).

Then obviously you gotta read Batman: Under the Red Hood, (and deal with a 19 y/o being drawn like he's 40. Yeah.) but I would also recommend Red Hood: Lost Days, which basically covers what happens between the Lazarus Pit and Under the Red Hood.

Then we have... Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011). Look. I'll be honest. The """characterization""" for Starfire in that comic is painfully sexist. It has its moments and we somehow managed to pull a pretty cool friend group (and/or polycule if you wanna interpret it that way) out of it, but I would never blame you for skipping it. Red Hood/Arsenal, which covers the time after the original Outlaws broke up, is pretty decent tho.

Red Hood and the Outlaws: Rebirth (2016), on the other hand, I think is cooler than people give it credit. I like that they're a play on the DC trinity (Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman) but as antiheroes. The plot goes in some weird directions from time to time, but the characters keep their personalities all the way through it and I think it's just really fun. Tbh the worst thing about it is that they ended it.

Now I'm gonna give you a few wildcard picks that you're either gonna love or hate, but I think there's something cool in each of them:

Batman: Urban Legends, from issue #1 to #6. Look, it's got Bruce and Jason struggling to cooperate, they're realistically tense but ultimately on the same side, I wrote a whole fanfic about how delightful Jason's interaction with a kid he saves in this comic is, so yeah.

Batman: Three Jokers. This one is quite dark and potentially triggering I think, so be careful. It also has a little bit of Barbara x Jason which No Thank You, but the art is GREAT and it has some banger moments in there. Read at your own peril.

Robins (2021). It's got ups and downs, not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but if you want to see all five Robins interact it's a pretty interesting read.

Knight Terrors: Robin. Hey do you want Tim and Jason interacting and being brothers and actually talking through some of their personal issues while battling their own nightmares? If yes, then you'll enjoy this. A lil bit on the nose but good nonetheless.

And then finally we have Red Hood: The Hill, the new RH comic currently ongoing. We only have a couple of issues out yet so it's a bit early to judge its quality. Atm i agree with someone here on Tumblr who said that it feels like it's more about the new characters than about Jason himself, but maybe that'll change later on. We'll see.

So yeah these aren't all the comics I've read about him, but they are the ones that get his characterization right, or better than the rest at least. Hope this helps some new (or simply confused, which is very fair) fans out there.

#jason todd #red hood #batfam #batfamily #dc comics

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h0r0gur4mu · 8 months

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Gotta Catch Em’ All!

trainer!hobie brown x gn!trainer!reader

text that is small is an optional detail!

pls give advice on hobies accent

fluff, headcanons + mini scenarios, pokémon-au

POKEDEX: HOBART BROWN

Name — Hobie Brown

ID No. — XXXXXX

Britain Pokedex — Earth-136

Money — Thief!

Battle Points — 947283

He’s a menace to say the least. Not in a quirky but in a way where he’s actually a national problem.

He likes Fairy and Ghost types. He feels like people aim for physical and elementally strong Pokémon because they’re known to be efficient; but who said that he couldn’t beat them? Snap out of it!

He found Mimikyu one day behind a brush in the woods

Love at first sight fr

He gave it a spiked collar and a spiked-mohawk-headband

He doesn’t use Pokéballs unless Mimikyu is seriously injured and there’s no where to rest at the moment

“It’s just controllin to keep em in there.”

No doubt about it he’s one of the greatest trainers you’ve ever seen

Him being pretty helps too ig

“A-and he just stole from my mansion—!” The exasperated man shouted at you. “Aren’t you trainers worth any good? Use your Pokémon to stop him!”

“Yeah yeah old man, I got you!” You lazily scanned the area and went around the back of the mansion.

Everything’s normal so far until you see a large picture on the porcelain white walls of the mansion.

There was a large “mural” in black, dark blue, and red. In huge letters it wrote: PUNK-MON WINS! Noticing that the thief was still finishing the painting you turned the corner and walked towards him. He had a mask on and held a spray can in his hand.

“Yo—!”

“Ki-ki-ki-kyu!!!” You felt something slash at your leg, causing you to crash to the ground.

“What on earth is that?! Your scary Pokémon just bit me or something!”

The tall boy picked it up. Speaking of which, what was that thing? It looked like a wannabe Pikachu with spikes attached on it’s head. “Good little Mimikyu, beatin’ up stalkers whereva you see ‘em.”

“Stalkers? Huh—hey you mean me! I’m not a stalker!”

He helped you up. “You betta not be a copper.”

You glared at him. How are you gonna trip someone and then accuse them of trying to arrest you? Who is this loser?

He removed his mask.

Suddenly you’re not mad anymore.

“Aha, um… I see we got off on the wrong foot.” You batted your eyes. “Emphasis on foot… what is that thing?”

“This TING!!! Is my baby. My punk bunny. Mimikyu say hi!” The little creature garbled and babbled away.

“Was that ‘hi’ or possessed screeches?”

“Ion even know m’self to be honest.” He looked a little disturbed by Mimikyu, but then smiled. “My name’s Obie Brown, and I’m the number one criminal of rich-heads like this around town.”

“Very cool Hobie Brown. Only problem is that rich-head thinks Pokémon are the cause of all this vandalism and he’s trying to take down all the gyms in this area.”

“Oh!”

“Oh.”

“Right then. WE’RE GOIN TA KILL A RICH GUY!”

“Ki-kyu-ki-ki-ki-kyu!” Mimikyu excitedly garbled.

“WE’RE GOING TO WHAT?! HEY WAIT I WANNA JOIN IN!”

You couldn’t believe you were robbing the house of guy you promised to help. At least it’s not like he needs said money anyway—he has a whole nother vault on a separate island. The goal was to strip the old man of everything he owned in this mansion.

You wedged the metal bar Hobie had lended you inti the crack of the safe’s opening. “Darn. [Poke!Name], a little help here?”

Your Pokémon croaked a little noise and threw an attack at the metal door, which surprisingly made a big enough dent to pull at.

The doors hinges dropped and inside revealed a tomb of gold and stacks of money. Including golden Pokéballs.

“Woah…”

Alright! No more marveling. Here was the hard part of the mission—getting all of the things into the cheap school bags you had stolen bought and throwing them out the window.

Needless to say, it was a rather taxing job. You were constantly on your toes watching out for a stray maid or butler to come in.

“Okay! [Poke!Name], we’re finished. And no thanks to you… You’re lucky I love you.” The moment you slightly pushed the vault door open an alarm blasted. You winced as the painful ringing echoed in your ears. “It must’ve not been triggered when we blasted through it, but opening it does.”

You managed to hurl some bags at the window. But your own escape was more difficult—and you could heart the rapid footsteps coming down the hall.

“Darn—!”

“DOWN HEYAH!”

That familiar British voice! You stuck your head at the window and saw Hobie with outstretched arms.

“JUMP DOWN! I’LL CATCH YA!”

“ARE YOU COOCOO FOR COCOPUFFS?”

“TRUST!”

You anxiously rubbed your arms as you heard the servants working on the entrance door. Who would win: your fear of heights or your fear of jail?

“Open up!”

Darn, darn, darn, darn—

Your Pokémon pushed you out the window. WHAT?

You were falling—you were falling—you were going to meet your death—

“Ya not fallin anymore you damsel in distress.”

You blushed out of embarrassment and got out of Hobie’s arms. “Ahem, thank you.”

He suddenly grabbed your hand tightly and started running away from the mansion. “So, what’s the name? I never caught it!”

You sighed. You really got yourself into some sort of mess. “[Name]. Your new partner in crime.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“I WAS BEING SARCASTIC.”

#hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #astv x reader

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vylithscat · 2 years

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dominant mc - obey me! headcannon (18+)

so, in my eyes, not every mc is gonna be an adorable, obedient (kinda), subby mc, there’s gotta be some that are doms and will absolutely crush a skull with their thighs and cause problems with the others,, or maybe i’m hopeful either way! i wanted to write something more suggestive with some bromance shit for beel, this is just the bros but i’ll do the dateables minus luke at one point part 2 has been out for awhile, i just forgot to link it ;;;

minors dni, slight spoilers in like,, all of them prompt: a dominant mc is picked for the exchange program and how their time with the bros would be (+how sex is) genre: general & smut pairings: bros

LUCIFER

You cause him so many more headaches cause of the trouble you cause it’s unreal

Finds you more unbearable than he already did at the start because of it

He was one of the few that expected a small, meak, frightened human to appear but instead a muscle head appears and goes, “Well! Okay! I’m MC.”

Yeah, he knows, and he regrets this program so much right now

Continues his normal deal about the program, Mammon becoming your guard, etcetc

And you just nod your head along while he talks which makes him think you won’t be a problem

Then you ask, “So, do you guys have gyms down here? Home workouts?”

Completely floored that you just grazed over the program that Diavolo has to pipe in that yes, Devildom DOES have gyms and Mammon can show you them!

After all the season one stuff and you get your pact, he’s more or less interested how you’d handle the belonging to him thing

Oh how you turn the tables on him the first night

He’s sprawled on his desk, gripping the edges when he can, gasping for air as he moans while you’re fucking him and ripping his head back up by his hair

Refuses to admit what he likes about it when you’re coddling him because he can’t walk in a straight line

You’ve broken part of his pride and he WILL get back at you for it

But he does slightly like being on the receiving end, especially during the aftercare

Just don’t comment on it or you’ll get a snippy reaction that he’s just seeping the moment in that you did what he wanted

“What you wanted, huh?”

You’re beaming as he realizes what he says

“Wanna elaborate?”

“No, I don’t.”

MAMMON

Doesn’t get why he has to protect you, you clearly got some tough blood and you’re ripped!

But when he tries to leave, you grab his hand and smile, “C’mon! I wanna last a few days at least.”

?????? THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ??????

Mostly trails after you cause you’ve got the stride going and if he gets distracted, he has to jog

After the TSL knowledge battle, he’s really just falling to the fucking floor for you

Somehow, a big strong person like you still manages to hurt themselves too?

And he hates that you’re bullying yourself for it

“I could’ve run for a couple more minutes, really! But I was too damn clumsy and tripped, just my luck.”

“Quit talkin’ about yourself like that! You’re still a strong person under that little injury! It’s gonna heal real fast cause you know how to treat it, so why worry about it!?”

Small pause, “You think I’m strong?”

Now it’s your turn to fall head over heels for him

Don’t let anyone see how you look at him, especially Mammon

If he sees you resting your head on your hand while leaning on the table, he’ll go from no blush to a fucking tomato in two seconds

Is even worse during your first time because HOLY SHIT YOU’RE ON TOP OF HIM AND YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING HIS DOWN AND YOU- you’re taking off his pants holy s-

A complete moaning mess from just a tongue, a screamer to the point you have to shove his head (sadly) into a pillow so you can please him properly

Aside from moaning like crazy, he whines like crazy when you don’t give him what he wants or when you tease him

Worship his body when you’re teasing him and he’ll moan, he’s a mess for you in and out of the bedroom

If you do anything out of the bedroom, please be ready to catch him if he stumbles or his knees buckle

LEVIATHAN

Your size both confused and made him jealous

How the hell is a human Beel’s size? Why isn’t he YOUR size? Probably cause he’s a yucky otaku who holes himself up

After the TSL knowledge battle and the pact, he’s more open to you but doesn’t expect you to swing by often

So fucking confused when you swing by often and even more confused that you’re interested in his collections and games

Someone your size.. Likes this stuff? Otaku stuff?

“I’m still kinda new to it but I don’t mind learning more.”

Recommends you animes, manga, everything and if you read/watch/etc go tell him about it

And the closer he gets to you, the less he can even look you in the eyes without becoming flustered

The first time you laugh and call him cute he shuts down like, literally folds over in his chair that you think something happened, but when he wakes up and panics again because you’re inches from him, kinda fills in a f e w blanks

And everyone, truly, we all know he has a degradation kink

The first time with him is a bit rocky because he’s super shy and doesn’t know how to do these things that well and when you moan he goes red and needs a second

So you have to get him riled up, tell him how bad of a boy he is, that he needs to do better to please you

He’s more than likely into choking or collars so use that to your advantage

Mix in praise when he does good

And when his back is arching off the ground while his hands are hiding his red face and muffling his moans, lean down, bite his ear and murmur, “Bad boy, you need to do better for your master.”

Whines super loud before peeking out to see your false disappointment before whining again to tell you to go harder

Your name definitely falls from his lips a lot

SATAN

He found your strength impressive considering what he’s heard about humans

But that doesn’t change how he treats you much or what leads up to the body switch

He’s still the same Satan who you had to help his relationship with Lucifer

But, once you’ve formed a pact and grown closer, watch him go from smug to very flustered

You can pick him up, poke his cheek or just pull him into your arms and he’ll click his tongue or softly huff before hiding his blushing face in his book

He doesn’t understand how simple gestures stir up these feelings in him

The first time you completely pick him up, either bridal style or over your shoulder, he’s gonna be near screaming at you to put him down

“Sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” With a head pat with clear away any negative feelings of the matter

Still not a big fan of it in public, even if he’s showing off that you’re his

But instead of him holding you, you’re holding him, the Fourth strongest demon in your arm as if he was nothing but a feather to you..

And during your first time, good god

He wasn’t about to let you see him in such a state and shoves his face away in a pillow

But when you lean down and bite his shoulder while telling him what a good kitty is

Come on, you don’t think he’d snap his head to you while moaning up a storm?

Refuses to look you in the eye the next morning, especially if you’re very aftercare centered

But he did like it just.. ore gentle next time, you can keep the pet name, but he needs to walk in a straight line

ASMODEUS

Oh he was beaming from day one

You’re cute already cause you’re a human with a bright soul, but now you’re a human who’s got a great body?

How badly does he wish his charm worked on you cause he’d have his way with you

He’s very touchy with you, especially around your abdomen/thighs

Will go lower if you don’t smack his hand away

If you don’t though, he’s gonna have his fun, especially if you’re alone with him

Just cause you’re more muscular doesn’t stop him from the skincare treatments

And the first time.. Oh the first time

He has honey dripped words, hands gliding across your body like he’s done this with you before and sweet kisses being planted everywhere

Absolutely loves you on top, bottom, anywhere

He likes it slow so he can admire and praise you for longer

He’s had so many sexual experiences with demons and humans alike, but you’re better cause you listen to him too

Y’all could go for multiple rounds and he still would sit up and ask to go again

But, whenever you’re done, he’ll grab you a rob and get you all comfy

May sometimes just let you sleep nude in his bed with him if you’re just too tired to get covered

Which he doesn’t mind at ‘cause your body.. worship-worthy along with his own

BEELZEBUB

Gym bro energy 100%

After you get a pact with Beel, he’s a lot more open to share his workout time with you

He’ll let you do what your body can handle and rest but he has a workout he has to keep up with

You can’t match his eating and dietary habits cause it’s Beel, but you do explain that human muscle building is way fuckin different from demon

Going out to eat with Beel is a “cheat meal” by a lot

But Beel absolutely loves spending time you more and more, especially cause you’re gym bros

Now, the first time, you were torn

It’d be fun to be topped by a demon for once, but holy shit he’s so cute while flustered

I hc that Beel is slightly subby to mc but their height/strength/etc matters

So you being his size or bigger he’ll let you take the lead

But he does really like making you happy and you make him a special kind of hungry, so it’s rare

He’s a marker, he’ll leave a lot of bite marks, hickeys, and may make you bleed by accident from time to time (and then apologize once the bliss is gone)

He mostly grunts, occasional deep moans but he’s a bit embarrassed when he does it

So encourage him, make him comfortable then go at him and he’ll be more vocal with you

He does like it gentle and on the slow side but not extremely slow

After you’re done, grab him some snacks so he doesn’t nibble on you and start it up again

BELPHEGOR

Whenever you’re comfortable around him again, he’s using you as a pillow

You don’t have a choice, you’re Beel sized

He likes how your body is like a pillow

Squishy but not to the point he sinks and not too hot either

Plus, hearing your heart slowly beating if his head is on your chest relaxes him a lot

On the other side of the coin, he’s such a bratty ass sub who likes to be smug and tease you

Not even just during sex, he’ll remind you about that while teasing you

He likes seeing someone your size so flustered from one little comment

And your first time together most likely started because he walked in on you or you walked in on him trying to have private time

If it was him walking into you, the whole time you’re fucking him, he’s smirking and saying you’re glad he walked in

And if you walked in on him, he’s still smirking but calling you a pervert instead

But he does really like it, and that’s obvious cause of how much he moans in between words

And while you’re doing it from behind, grab his hair and TUG

Degrade and praise him at the same time, bite and suck at his neck, he’ll be a mess especially if you aim for over stimming

He likes aftercare the most cause he can cling onto you like a koala or you carry him to the bathroom and have a bath with him

Just be sure nobody walks in cause he’s for sure falling asleep on you and you won’t be able to move

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me headcannons #obey me smut #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #obey me brothers x reader

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deanmonlover · 1 year

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my glasses, my glasses!

a/n: here is my oneshot coming from the wonderful idea involving glasses that @nachtmahr666 had!

also this is post-michael starting from when corey first got a taste for blood. however, he took a night off in this for the reader 😂 I'm so sorry this took forever and it might not be great but I hope you like it 😭

tw: implied smut at the end 😉

"Scooby dooby doooo, where are you. We got some work to do now!" You sing along with the TV as it blares the 'Scooby Doo Where are you!" theme song. Recently you and Corey had both been staying home more often than not due to the rumor that there was a serial killer back out on the loose that killer being the Michael Myers. In reality that wasn't the case, it was someone much closer to you than that.

Corey got up and grabbed the empty popcorn bowl to go make some more. "I honestly think I like the seventies Scooby more. Something about it just screams nostalgic to me." He commented from the kitchen, peering from the doorway every so often with a grin at your dorky self sprawled out on the floor with fuzzy socks up to your knees, shorts and of course his t-shirt. It was quite contradictory to wear long socks and shorts but it looked really good on you.

"Okay yes, those were the days but What's new Scooby Doo is still good too! I mean sure it has major two thousands vibes but still it was one of my favorites hands down." You added, reaching for your drink as you took a sip you noticed a pillow laying on the ground. An evil idea popped into your head as you reached for the pillow and made your way silently past the doorway to the other side of the kitchen whenever the curly headed male wasn't looking.

Whenever Corey turned back from the fridge with a yoohoo in his hand, he perked an eyebrow as he looked out into the living room. "y/n?" He put his drink down on the counter and began walking out towards the living room in search of you until he felt a pillow whack him upside the head causing him to stumble backwards.

"Oh my god, Core! I didn't mean to hit you that hard I just–" That apology didn't even make it past your lips good before Corey had a pillow in his own hands and was bopping you over the head with it. He picked the lightest couch pillow that you had and with a devious smirk the battle was on.

You ran and tried to take cover behind the love seat but he was hot on your heels, the sound of your laughter filling the room as the chase ensued. Corey tried to throw his pillow at you but you ducked behind said loveseat before he had the chance. "Missed me, missed me now ya gotta kiss me!" You shouted as you jumped up from behind the couch and chucked the pillow right at Corey, knocking his glasses to the floor acidentally. When the realization hit you, your heart dropped as you ran over to him, not sure where they went.

"Core, we're gonna find them I swear, here maybe they're over here." You suggested, getting on all fours to look for them.

"My glasses, I can't see without my glasses!" Corey chimed in, a goofy smile painted on his lips as he recited the famous line that had literally just played with good timing in the background. He loved little moments like this with you, healing his inner child. It made him feel like he was finally catching up on the things his mother had never approved of. It was one of the things that made you so special to him, it was important to you that the two of you experience all the things he missed out on together.

"You're such a dork, did you know that?" You teased, reaching down to pick up the rimmed glasses that were dropped, handing them up to him before standing. As you tried to help put them back on, Corey grabbed your wrists and pulled you in close before meeting your lips with his own.

"Yeah but at least I can say that I'm yours." He mumbled against your lips, hands moving down to rest on the small of your back. The sounds of the mystery crew lost in the background as you made your way over to the couch to get comfortable under the blankets for the night.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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imthepunchlord · 5 months

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How do you feel about the new Indigo Disk mons? Personally I think Hydrapple is sick as fuck.

Sorry for the wait! Was at work all day.

This answer will be under cut due to spoilers as it came out today.

I'm going to get these guys out of the way real quick cause I don't have a lot to say about them. In general, I am not a fan of robots/mechas, and Violet's Paradox pokemon, to me, are boring as it's the same mon but robot. Actually seeing them go robotic is what had me decide to get Scarlet over Violet. Only thing that tempted me was that Miraidon looked better for bike lizard, but the majority of the Paradox mons I just didn't like. I think only other I liked was Iron Thorns, but not enough to get it.

Of the... Iron Justice Trio (?), I actually like Iron Crown and Leaves the most.

Of the Justice Trio, Virizion is the one I liked the most. Iron Leaves doesn't do much to improve them, but I kinda like it cause I like Virizion the most of the trio.

Iron Crown for me actually improves Cobalion for me. In some shots in the trailer, it actually looks majestic and fierce. I think with this, they were just able to polish the design better cause Cobalion to me just... always looked awkward. Like, it has blocky noodle legs. I don't like it. And by the lighting it looks like it's wearing a skintight jumpsuit and I don't like that. So, yeah, Iron Crown really improves and polishes up Cobalion's design. At least for me.

Iron Boulder is just... meh. I don't really care for Terakion (similar issue to Cobalion in that it's just kinda awkward) and I wasn't expecting too much.

Walking Wake I actually wasn't too crazy about initially.

I will say, a big part of it was that I was salty we didn't get that sketch. I really liked the look of this thing. It looks like something you would ride into battle and it'd be epic.

And then we got Walking Wake and it's like, oh.... ok.

But WW has grown on me, but if I had to pick between it or Suicune, I'd go with Suicune. It's not my favorite of the Paradox Beast Trio. Maybe it's making that shift of going onto two legs that throws me while the other two stay on four, so it's not so jarring? Idk.

Raging Bolt I liked more than Walking Wake, I think it's just so silly I can't help but kinda love it. It may be my fav of the trio.

I do wish they picked a color to stick with. It's kinda messy with the red and the blue, and there are others in agreement. Some artist even go with blue over the red.

Gouging Fire, initially, I want to say I like what I see.

But it's also kinda busy, so I'm in that spot where I kinda like it but I'm also unsure. Maybe I just need to see them in the game and how they move.

Duraladon I didn't really like, so Archaludon does nothing for me. When I first saw it, I wasn't even sure what I was looking at or knew where to rest my eye. So it's a mon I'm never going to use.

By leaks and rumors, Hydrapple was a pokemon I was excited to see, and I gotta say, I do like it. In general, I love the Applin line, it's such a cute punny pokemon.

It makes me wish Flapple and Appletun got an evo too, cause they feel like 2nd stage pokemon and could go further. Like, Appletun could've gone draconic turtle apple pie thing, and Flapple could've gone farther as a wyvern. Maybe one day.

Honestly, only thing that's disappointing is that it turns out those rumors were wrong and it's not our first Bug/Dragon. So, not yet sadly. But I am looking forward to trying it one day.

Terapagos was the legendary I was most intrigued with. And then I saw the apparent true form in the anime.

Yeah I'm... I'm not crazy about it. My interest kinda dropped a little. The head is cute, but the rest of the body makes it look like some weird poodle. I like this form much more and I rather they stuck with it as the true form.

I also saw that Terapagos has another Tera form, which so far, I can't find an image of it to share but I have caught glimpses, and atm, until I can get a good look, I have no idea what I'm really looking at. There's a lot of visual noise with that Tera form so I haven't really processed it yet in the bit I've seen.

Lastly, Pecharunt, I can't quite tell what I'm looking at yet. A butterfly??? I'm not sure. Supposedly this corrupted the "Loyal" Three, and is the true mastermind, or so I've heard. But of what I see doesn't impress me or interest me as much. It may be a matter I just need to look at it when there's better quality images and footage out.

So for me, with the Indigo Disk, new mon wise is probably a positive but mixed bag. There are some I like, and some I don't.

#ask Punchie #pokemon #pokemon spoilers #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon sv #pokemon sv spoilers #indigo disk #indigo disk spoilers

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tired-truffle · 25 days

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Yet Broken Still You Breathe

An AlistairxOriginal Character Fic

Word Count: 3.6k

Part 1/39

Summary: - 'I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.' - Mary Hornbacher

Gwen had spent so long on her own, distanced from the world behind a mask of her own making, that when he smiled at her like she hung the moon and the stars, she thought she would be blinded by the need that coursed through her rotten veins. She was not a creature that deserved love, but by the Maker did she need Alistair like she needed the air in her tired lungs.

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“It takes a special kind of person to hide away in an abandoned hovel instead of help fight to save the town that one is currently residing in.” Gwen could barely conceal the anger rolling in her tone like the sound of distant thunder, the dark blue bandana covering from her oddly flat nose down to her neck shielding the dwarf from the full effect of her fury. Yet, from the look of shocked outrage wrinkling the skin of his large forehead, he at least seemed to understand what she was implying. “I thought dwarves were supposed to be brave and strong,” she continued, “but all I see is a whiny coward who is far past his golden days.”

The dwarf’s chair creaked against the wooden floor as he stood up in a rush, apoplectic and red in the face, “You know nothing of me, girl, I have fought my battles, you cannot cow me into joining human militia,” he spat the words like they were dirt on his tongue, “I may as well string myself up and lather my body in butter for those beasts to snack on, all the good that’ll do me.”

Gwen crossed her arms over her chest, the muscles in her jaw twitching with irritation. She was finding it increasingly difficult to think as that ever-present whisper shivered down her spine, drifting through her in a way that threatened to consume her carefully balanced poise and turn her into the feral creature she knew lurked underneath. She’d come all this way, fought night after night against the undead raiding this town like a plague, and this is what she got? A cowardly dwarf who refused to help in a fight?

When she’d first heard that there was a veteran dwarf holed up in this tiny room off the town centre of Redcliffe, she’d figured it couldn’t be that hard to convince him to join up.

She should have known than to underestimate a dwarf’s stubbornness.

Gwen placed her hands on the table between them, leaning forward so she towered over his seated form, “If you do not join the militia, I will ensure that it is not for lack of will, but for lack of physical capability,” she snarled, her lips curling back under the blue fabric. Dwyn froze, all that righteous indignation falling from his face as his eyes flickered downwards to where the dark blue fabric rested against her starkly pale skin.

Gwen's usually calm composure transformed, her anger pulsing through her body and emanating off of her like a dark aura. As she towered over the dwarf in front of her, his eyes darted around nervously, searching for an escape. The air around them felt charged with fear as Gwen leaned closer.

“What are you?” Dwyn's eyes narrowed as he looked at Gwen with suspicion and distaste, taking in the blueish hue of her flesh and the unnatural wispy grey of her eyes. His gaze lingered on the bandana for a moment, a subtle sign of his fear and uncertainty.

Gwen cocked her head to the side, her voice cold enough to send chills running down the dwarf’s spine, “Would you like to find out?”

Dwyn, realizing this line of questioning was not going to get him anywhere pleasant, shook his head, “I know a freak when I see one, you don’t gotta tell me twice,” he grumbled at her, picking up his axe from where it rested against the floor, the metal scraping against the wood of the floor.

Gwen stood tall, her shoulders squared and chin lifted in defiance, giving no indication that his name-calling hurt her, and in truth, it didn’t, not in any way that mattered. She’d heard it from people for her entire life - freak, monster, demon - and she’d learned that it only ever genuinely hurt when it came from those she cared about. And she didn’t have anyone she cared about anymore, so she was immune to such petty name-calling. At least until she would crawl into bed, her blood stinging as it ran through veins not made to carry its toxicity, the familiar names echoing in her mind like screams into a canyon, adding to the constant clamour that plagued her every night.

The rustling of fabric and shifting of items could be heard as Dwyn adjusted his pack, the heavy clanking of metal objects and creaking of leather indicative of the weight he carried. His footsteps were quick and hurried as he tried to make a swift exit, avoiding Gwen’s intense stare that she shot like daggers against his skin. A door creaked open and stayed that way as a gust of wind slammed it into the outside wall. The room fell quiet once again, with only the lingering echoes of Gwen's heavy exhale breaking the stillness.

Despite being skilled at intimidating others, it was a role that she despised. She had spent years perfecting the art of appearing non-threatening, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid provoking anyone, while at the same time unnerving others enough with her blank stares and tense posture - as though she was ready to strike at any moment - that they left her alone. She knew the consequences of revealing her true self, and she had no desire to relive those moments of her life, they were best buried in the past.

“Huh, I thought we’d have to do all that hard work ourselves but it looks like someone beat us to it.” The voice was a rich, warm timbre that rumbled from the depths of the speaker's chest. It was confident and bold, yet playful and mischievous, adding a touch of humour to the tense atmosphere. Despite its deepness, the voice carried easily, demanding the attention of anyone within earshot “It’s too bad, I was kind of hoping to try my hand at scaring the breeches off a dwarf.”

Gwen, who had been so lost in her thoughts, and that horrible, whispering voice that bounced around the base of her skull - too quiet to make out the words, but just loud enough to be impossible to ignore - she hadn’t heard the stranger’s approach. As she whirled around, her eyes wide with panic, she realized she had not only missed the speaker’s approach but that of his two companions and Mabari hound as well.

Shit, they’d startled her and she’d been so wrapped up in her own head she had forgotten to put on her mildly intimidating act.

Unsafe, unsafe, unsafe, her brain repeated to herself. Unhelpful, she wanted to add.

She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling under her bandana in an attempt to look less like a nug that had been caught outside its burrow. She focused on the elf leading the group who stands tall and willowy but proud. His features were sharp and defined, with piercing dark eyes that seemed as endless as the night sky. His chiselled jawline gave him the air of confidence and arrogance though it was softened by his expertly styled hair that cascaded back in loose burnished-brown curls that hugged the nap of his neck. The sassy smirk he wore on his lips that showed off the dimples of his cheeks made it clear he knew how attractive he was.

Gwen held back an eye-roll, but the handsome elf’s companion, a dark-haired mage judging by the wooden staff strapped to her back, who was beautiful in an I’ll-kill-you-with-one-withering-stare-and-a-cutting-remark kind of way, held no such reservations. She’d never seen an eye-roll of such high calibre sass, but she couldn’t help but feel a certain kinship with the woman, one she was sure would not be reciprocated.

“You could not ‘scare the breeches’ off of a blushing maiden, Darcy,” the woman spoke in a mocking tone, her accent posh and refined, “let alone a washed-up soldier, dwarf or otherwise.”

Gwen would have to agree, he was much too slight to scare anyone, and his light leather armor did little to invoke the image of a powerful warrior. His beauty was a delicate sort, his cheekbones may have been as sharp as crystalline glass, but they would shatter all the same.

The man, Darcy - as the woman had called him -, feigned a deep and horrid pain, clutching at his chest dramatically, “You wound me, Morrigan, and in front of our new friend too. Do you never tire of mocking me?”

“When you no longer provide fuel for my mocking, I will consider relenting.”

The Mabari barked his agreement.

“Traitor.” Darcy hissed, scowling down at the short-furred beast, its tongue lolling happily out of its mouth.

“Right.” Gwen kept her arms loose but prepared to strike, they did not yet seem to be a threat, but she had learned long ago to never trust first appearances, “What do you want?”

Darcy opened his hands in a gesture meant to appease her, “I appreciate a woman who is straight to the point. Murdock told us all about the masked stranger who’d been helping them fight back the undead hoards that have been descending upon their good city and we’ve completed all the other tasks he’d given to you. Well, save for Dwyn, but it seems you have that one handled.” Darcy smirked at her.

Gwen eyed the strangers, looking at the last companion she had yet to hear speak up. The man’s strawberry blond hair was kept short to his head except for a little more length in the front that stuck up a bit, little whisps trailed down over his forehead as though the hair disagreed with this arrangement and wished it to be known. His strong chin was dusted with a light goatee, and his sturdy warrior’s frame towered over his smaller friends. He stood behind them, but as his warm brown eyes met hers, she wondered why he let the much smaller two lead. It was a scene of unexpected camaraderie, a trio of unlikely companions united under a common purpose. The small dogs, full of tenacity and spirit, were determined to lead the larger one, who seemed content to follow along as long as he was a part of the group. The dynamics between them were as colourful and intriguing as a patchwork quilt, each unique in their own way yet working together despite the snags they may encounter.

Since he had been behind the other two, Gwen hadn’t noticed the symbol covering his breastplate, yet when he shifted and the light reflected off the polished metal as he stepped into her view, eager to be a part of the conversation, her heart sunk. It felt like some cosmic joke, right as she was headed on the path to find the answers she’d sought her entire life, that familiar Griffon she’d spent the last eight years avoiding was now staring her in the face, cornering her in this tiny room.

Of course, it was just her luck that she’d be face to face with a Grey Warden, though she knew it was only a matter of time until she found one amidst the Blight, she’d hoped it would be after she’d come into contact with Darkspawn. She should have kept that hope secret, lest the Gods find it and tear it to shreds along with the rest of everything else she tried to grasp.

Gwen tore her panicked gaze from him, content to ignore him until he gave her a reason not to. Her hands itched for her daggers, but until he showed signs that he meant to harm her, she would not give him any reason to. She had no way of knowing how he’d react to her, but she would ensure she did not meet her end when she was so close to getting the answers she’d wanted her entire Maker-forsaken life.

“Thank you?” Gwen wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or if Darcy was actually upset that she had stolen this piece of glory from him.

Darcy’s smirk widened and she wasn’t sure she liked where this was heading, but was powerless to stop it lest she provoke his ire, “What brings you to Redcliffe…?” He trailed off, his heavy-lidded eyes - a hint of amusement hiding in the darkness - awaited her reply as he leaned forward, intent in his stance.

Gwen’s gaze drifted into a vacant stare as she processed the question, “Gwen.” She supplied when it clicked - embarrassingly late - what he was asking for. She glanced back to the Grey Warden but saw no recognition in his eyes, only a curious expression as he watched this conversation play out. Good, she had worked hard to keep her name out of blabbering mouths, it would do her no good to hide her face if everyone recognized her by name alone.

“Gwen,” Darcy said the name appraisingly and nodded his approval, “what brings you to Redcliffe? Haven’t you heard that the Archdemon’s army marches this way?””

Gwen hesitated, she couldn’t tell them the truth, at least not the whole truth, but she couldn’t come up with a good enough lie that would explain why she wasn’t running away, “Yes, I ‘d heard.”

“And you’re willingly travelling towards it?” The tall Grey Warden spoke for the first time since they’d cornered her in this room. His smooth voice carried a Ferelden accent, a lightness to it as if he was constantly on the verge of laughter. The way he spoke was playful yet confident, teasing but never cruel. Gwen’s eyes flicker to him and then back to where Darcy stands, a hand on his cocked hip and that smirk still resting on his perfectly arched lips.

Gwen shifted her gaze nervously, unable to maintain a steady level of eye contact. She didn't want the Grey Warden to feel intimidated by her intense gaze, so she forced herself to glance away. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his full lips pulled downwards into a pout, a rather put-out look on his face.

“Yes.” She answered simply, “Where there is war there is work.”

Darcy laughed, melodic and loud as it echoed in the small space, “And it seems like our work just so happens to line up at the moment,” Darcy took a few steps forward and held out his hand. Gwen had to resist every instinct to put space between them, but if he noticed her freeze up, he did not let on. Underneath all that charm was a cunning mind and she was reticent to trust him based on his word alone. Yet, she couldn’t risk upsetting him either, “So what do you say, Gwen, how about we work together to kill some undead, and then if you are as good as Murdock claims, you can come with us to stop the Archdemon before it destroys Ferelden forever. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of work along the way.”

Gwen balked, “You’re going to stop the Archdemon?” She glanced over at the Grey Warden again, were there more of them waiting outside?

“That or die trying, and the odds of our bloody deaths increase every day!” He quipped, much too cheery for such a foreboding statement. “And we’d be all that much safer if we had a mysterious figure such as yourself to help scare off some of our enemies. I must say there is something about you that is deeply unsettling.” Darcy added, jiggling his hand to remind her he was still waiting before sincerity caused his tone to lower, “We could really use someone like you.”

Gwen’s heart twisted in her chest, uncomfortable feelings swirling through her stomach, like a swarm of angry bees. They wanted her, just like that? No need to prove herself, no demands to reveal her face… There had to be some trick there, no one wanted the off-putting stranger who refused to show her face around unless they were desperate. Though perhaps no other Wardens were waiting for them outside which would stand to reason that they could, in fact, be rather desperate for willing participants in their fight. And Darcy did make a fair point; she was trying to help Redcliffe and so were they. If she agreed to accompany them for this battle, she could determine their true intent and decide if it was worth joining them or shaking them at the first available opportunity. They had to sleep sometime and escaping into the night was a specialty of hers.

Gwen clasped her hand in his and gave him a firm shake, his grin growing and Gwen already regretted agreeing to this. She looked to the woman - Morrigan, Darcy had called her - who looked as though she’d eaten a batch of sour grapes. If Darcy could convince such a sullen woman to be a part of his group, she likely did not stand a chance, better to agree early and part ways when he wasn’t looking. The Grey Warden piece was a complication that lurked like a shadow in the darkness, a blade waiting to strike, but it wouldn’t be the first time she had lived on alert at all times. She could handle it for the time being, given that they all lived through the upcoming onslaught of undead creatures, of course.

“Your penchant for adopting strays shall spell our doom,” Morrigan muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Dramatic as ever, Morrigan,” The Grey Warden teased, and the death glare he earned had Gwen surprised he wasn’t reduced to cinder right then and there, “I, for one am happy to welcome you to our humble little party.” He beamed at her, his smile lopsided and boyish, and even though she was still wary of him, it warmed a small piece of her that he seemed to genuinely mean it. “I’m Alistair, by the way, since everyone else has already had the chance to introduce themselves.”

Alistair bounced with nervous energy about him when he spoke that had Gwen eyeing him warily like he was an over-excitable pup ready to jump on her and begin licking her face with abandon. Maker, she needed to stop thinking about him like a dog or she would never be able to resist anything he asked of her.

A loud bark reminded Gwen that they had a real dog among their group, strays indeed.

“Oh, and this is Barkspawn.” Alistair gestured to the Mabari, covered in war paint, who sat on his haunches, an air of pride swirling around him. Gwen coughed to cover a startled laugh, Barkspawn? Had they named their dog with a blight-based pun? Maybe she didn’t have to fear them as much as she had originally thought, but rather whatever chaotic situations they were no doubt to pull her into.

Morrigan made a disgusted sound, her painted lips twisted with a sneer. Gwen was sure she was going to be hearing that sound from her a lot in the upcoming time spent together. “Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Morrigan’s tone dripped with sarcasm and haughty disdain, “But we must end this ceaseless prattle, lest we squander more time in our preparations than we already have. Our true objective is to defeat the Archdemon and we cannot do so when we are preoccupied with saving this town from suffering the consequences of their own mistakes.”

“For the hundredth time, oh witchy one,” Alistair’s dry tone lent his words a grating sort of touch, “We can’t just leave these people to die, and we need Arl Eamon’s help to-“

“If I wanted to listen to your whining, Alistair, I would have simply listened to the mutt’s whimpering, at least that is more pleasant to the ears.” Morrigan cut him off with biting words.

Darcy’s laugh stopped Alistair from releasing whatever scathing remark was poised at the tip of his tongue, “Welcome to the team, Gwen, you’re going to love it here.”

That remained to be seen, but at least if the witch could distract the Grey Warden’s disdain from her, maybe she could at least survive the night.

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 34

A/N: Another time jump! Also, I still love the smut in this chapter. Also, the moment in their bedroom together before the game. That's the good stuff 🤌🏻

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, dreaming big dreams as a wild fan ☠️

Minnesota Wild head to their first ever Stanley Cup Final Berth. Fiala scores twice in Game 3 win over Bruins. See You In St. Paul: Wild force Game 7 against Boston.

The kids and I are playing in the back yard while Kevin takes his pre-game nap. This will be the last one of the season. Tonight, is game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final at the Xcel Energy Center. I watch as Luca rushes next to Lacey at the portable water table. He sweetly shows his little sister how to scoop the water with the buckets. Lacey giggles excitedly as Luca dumps the water back into the table, making the water splash onto her face.

“Is that fun, baby?” I ask her, smiling at her big grin.

To anyone looking into our backyard, we look like a normal family enjoying a warm summer day. However, we are anything but that. Tonight is the biggest game of our family’s hockey life. The series against the Boston Bruins has been a battle from the first puck drop. Both teams are evenly matched across the board and every mistake must be capitalized on. The Wild have switched off wins each game so far this series. To say it has been stressful to watch would be an understatement. Kevin has handled the series well. He’s playing some of his best hockey and he has certainly been the most electric I’ve ever seen him in his career. Truthfully, I think it helps to have the kids around for a distraction from the seriousness of it all.

My phone begins to buzz in my hand and I look down, seeing Lauren Hartman’s name flash on my screen.

“Hi!” I answer.

“Oh my god. Tell me you’re as antsy as me about this game.” She groans.

“Definitely.” I confirm with her. “Kevin is taking his nap right now and I have no idea how he is able to sleep. I don’t think I’ve slept well since the series has started.”

“Ryan is too! Meanwhile, I’m resisting the urge to do tequila shots in the middle of the day.”

“Hey, it might help.”

“Probably except with my luck I’d end up passing out through the game. What are you wearing tonight? I’m struggling with what will bring the most luck.”

“Not sure yet, but probably something that goes with our jackets for the playoffs.” Each playoff season, the WAGS order a few articles of new swag to wear to support the team. This year, we picked a black leather jacket with the last name and number stitched on the back in forest green. Sparkly jewels line the outline of the stitching to make the lettering pop.

“Oh! Good call… Now I just have to figure out jeans and shoes….”

I look over at Luca and Lacey, noticing immediately at how tired they both are. Lacey is getting whiney and Luca is rubbing at his eyes more and more with each passing minute. I know if I don’t get them out of their suits and into bed soon, a meltdown will be imminent.

“Laur, I gotta go. Kids are hitting their limits. I’ll see you tonight though!” I click the end button and stand, walking towards the kids. “I see some tired babies.” I murmur, kneeling between them.

“I want to nap with daddy.” Luca tells me with a pout. He’s a little old to be napping, but with the late night we have, it’s necessary for him to at least rest.

“Not today, baby.” I smooth his dark locks from his forehead and give him a soft smooch. “Daddy needs to sleep well for the game tonight. I bet he will snuggle with you tomorrow to make up for it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck before swinging Lacey up into my arms. She settles into me immediately. Her wet hair tickles my face as I reach for Luca’s hand, leading both of them into the kitchen to dry off.

When I enter our bedroom after putting both Luca and Lacey in their rooms, Kevin is up. He is moving quietly around our bedroom, putting on his tie, then his suit pants. He seems lost in thought, so I’m not sure if he even notices that I’m here with him.

“You look great.” I tell him. His head snaps to me quickly, confirming he had no idea I was with him. He tilts one side of his mouth into a quick smile.

“Thanks,” He says simply, moving around me to the bathroom. He grabs his hair gel and rubs it between his hands before he rushes his fingers through his hair. My lips tilt into a smile at how damn good he looks. How lucky am I?

“How are you doing?” I ask. Normally, I wouldn’t press much but the butterflies are dive bombing the walls of my stomach right now and it feels harder to avoid it than face it head on.

“Fine.” He responds, grabbing his cologne and spraying a few spritzes onto his body. He washes his hands quickly, then fixes a stray tendril of his hair that keeps trying to dip back to his forehead.

“At least you can shave your face tomorrow.” I say, trying to break the tension I see in his body. As is customary in the playoffs, the Wild players have all been growing facial hair since the beginning of the post-season. Whether it really brings them luck is up for debate. But hockey players are knowingly superstitious, so it’s best not to bring up the validity of the tradition.

“Yeah, that will be nice.” He murmurs as our eyes meet in the mirror.

Silence consumes our room as he adjusts his tie and tugs the ends of his dress shirt down towards his wrists. All of his shirts and suits are custom made to fit him perfectly. There is something about watching him get ready for games that always makes my heart flutter in response. I step towards him and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his back. He places his hands on the bathroom counter and we stay like that for several moments. I struggle with coming up with words to say to him. I’m so nervous I could puke. I can’t imagine how he feels right now.

“Luca said to tell you good luck.” I finally say, breaking the silence and glancing at him in the mirror. Kevin smiles in response.

“I love that kid.” Kevin tells me, turning so he is holding me to his chest. “My favorite son, for sure.” He jokes with me, kissing my lips softly before stepping out of the bathroom.

I watch as he puts his shoes on and his cuff links before he pulls his suit jacket over his broad shoulders. I walk over to him as he buttons the jacket. He turns to me and I reach for him, smoothing his jacket down anxiously. He hands me his tie clip and I secure it to his dress shirt perfectly in the center.

“I think you’re ready now.” I whisper. I bite my lip as I feel the tears pinching at my eyes. This moment. Everything he has worked for. I’m overcome with the emotions of it all coming to a crescendo tonight. What if they win? What if they don’t? I gulp back the lump in my throat and push a happy grin onto my face.

“I have to go.” Kevin advises me. His eyes search my face but I’m not sure what he is looking for.

“Yeah, okay.” I step to the side so he can walk around me to grab his watch. He comes back to me and gives me a soft, sweet kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as our eyes stay closed. “Good luck.” There are so many more words I want to say, but I know now isn’t the time.

“I’ll see you after.” He tells me, giving my hand a squeeze before he begins to leave. The reality settles between us that the next time we see each other, the game will be over. He may or may not be a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Kev.” I call to him just as he steps into the door frame of our bedroom.

“Yeah babe?”

“No matter what happens tonight… we love you.” Kevin, who is still working on strapping his watch to his wrist, stills. His brown eyes melt and he sighs, walking back over to where I’m standing. He gathers me into his arms and breathes in deeply while we hug. I squeeze him one last time before we part.

“I love you.” He says simply before he walks out of the bedroom and into the greatest moment of his career. _ _ _

Overtime in Game 7 with the Stanley Cup in the building has got to be the most intense anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet, here we are. After 60 minutes of battle, the score couldn’t be decided and the game needs extra minutes to determine this years’ champion.

I watch intently as the Bruins cycle the puck in the Wild zone. I feel antsy watching, knowing that if the puck doesn’t get out soon, this likely won’t end well for our tired defensemen. Kevin is on the ice; his positioning is perfect defending at the point. I watch as the Bruins defenseman winds up for a slap shot and it hits Kevin’s shin pads, bounding back into the neutral zone. The biggest mistake- one that defensemen will see when he closes his eyes for the remainder of his career.

“Kev!” I gasp, watching as Kevin flies forward towards the puck. The Bruins defenseman has reacted, but too slow. Soon, it’s just Kevin and the goalie as he darts down the ice on an obvious break away. “Kev.” I say again quietly, almost begging.

Everything seems to slow. I put my hand to my chest and hold my breath watching as he locks eyes on the net. The arena is buzzing with excitement as he moves the puck off the boards and heads closer to the center. He stick handles once more to change the angle at the last minute. He flicks his wrists and snipes the puck into the top, left hand corner of the net. My heart lurches into my throat as I watch the white twine snap in response to the puck.

“Yes!” I scream as the horn blares and the fans roar. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” I jump up and down, reaching for Laura as we both celebrate. The noise in the arena is deafening as everyone yells in disbelief and celebration. I pull away from her and turn, watching as the Wild bench clears rushing to Kevin. Helmets, gloves, and sticks litter the entire ice as they pile together in the corner. Kevin disappears from view while sobs clutch my chest in suffocating heaves. He did it.

“Mama!” Luca yells from behind me, his eyes wide and his face scrunched up in response to the noise.

“It’s okay baby!” I say to him. “I know it’s loud. Daddy won!” I kneel down and hold him tight, trying to gasp for air around the incredible excitement and overwhelm for Kevin. My lips press to Luca’s cheeks and he buries his face into my side as I stand again.

“The Minnesota Wild are your Stanley Cup Champions!” The announcer yells as confetti falls into the general seating area. I laugh in response, tilting my head back and feeling the paper settle into my hair. Kevin just won the Stanley Cup. He is finally a Stanley Cup Champion.

“Everything is okay.” I say to Luca again. I turn and see Laura holding Lacey who is watching with wide eyes like her brother. I turn back to the rink and point down to the ice where Kevin is still being mobbed. “Let’s look for daddy.” I tell Luca as I pull him onto my hip. He’s gotten so big it’s hard to hold him up here, but he needs the comfort. It’s so loud. I’m grateful for the baby headphones both of the kids are wearing. Eventually, the Wild players pull apart from one pile and focus on giving hugs all around. I see Kevin and Luca points excitedly. “Wave, bubba!” I tell him as Kevin looks our way. He searches for us and when he finds us his eyes brighten and his smile somehow gets even wider.

“Woo!!” I yell to him, bouncing with Luca who puts his hands in the air. I blow him a kiss as tears fill my eyes and stream down my face. Everything he has ever worked for has lead to this moment. I can barely breathe with the pride I have for him. The long-time Minnesota sports fan in me also can’t quite believe what just happened.

Quickly, the red carpet is rolled onto the ice and the Stanley Cup makes it’s long awaited arrival onto the Xcel Energy Center ice to the roaring applause of the State of Hockey. I beam with pride as I watch Kevin clap his hands and yell along with the fans. Ryan Hartman wraps him into a tight hug again and they both laugh. It’s a hug filled with history- from Nashville to Minnesota to Stanley Cup champions. I glance down the row at Lauren and we grin at each other. Then, a round of boos greet the commissioner as he begins his introduction.

Matt Boldy comes in next, joining the hug until Ryan breaks away. Matt and Kevin embrace. The hug is tight, clasping each other like the brothers they have turned into. Matt changed our lives on and off the ice. I can’t imagine not having him here to celebrate this with.

“Uncle Matty.” Luca points excitedly at me.

“Yeah, baby. Uncle Matty and daddy.” I press my nose into his hair, hiding my large grin. Matt says something to Kevin, who points in our direction. Matt’s eyes lock on me and I give him a fist pump.

“Proud of you!” I mouth to him. His boyish grin fills as he waves in acknowledgement.

“Joel Ericksson Ek, it is my honor to present to you the Stanley Cup.” Joel skates forward and after a moment to pause for pictures, he grabs it in both hands and lifts it high into the sky. The crowd roars and I sob happily in response watching it all unfold. This moment of greatness not just for our family but for this entire state. I yell and cheer holding Luca to me as he buries his face in my shoulder again. I rub his back soothingly, watching as Joel skates his lap. When he is done, he sets his eyes on Kevin and I know it’s his turn next.

My husband grips the edges in both hands and thrusts it above his head while laughing through a wide smile. His excited yelp is drowned out by the sound of the fans. Tears fall down my face as we yells back to him in response. I bite my quivering lip as he skates closer to us, giddy in response to seeing us cheer for him. He brings it to his lips and kisses it before skating back towards his teammates. Laura snaps away pictures of her brother and then turns the camera on me to capture my teary mess of a face.

“Congratulations! This is yours too.” She tells me confidently. “All the sacrifices we have all had to make for this. It’s ours.” She nods at me and I agree.

The countless hours his parents spent driving him places. The terror and hopefulness of allowing their teenage son to move to a different country to find competition that challenged him. A sister who continuously understood that Kevin’s games came first. A wife and mother who rocked both her kids to sleep alone while her husband was out on a 14 day road trip. All the nights I fell asleep gripping his pillow, wishing it was him. Laura is right; this is ours.

Soon, team representatives are next to our section, ushering us up the stairs and down the elevators so we can join our boys on the ice. Kevin’s parents and Laura help with the kids.

“I’ll take him.” Jan, says, grabbing Luca from my arms as he was beginning to fall asleep on me. “You go to him first.” He nods at me as we step out of the elevator. I look at Renata who nods her head in agreement. I give them a small smile as we are directed down the tunnel.

Stepping carefully, we reach the ice and I search for Kevin. He’s across the rink from us laughing and skating away from Kaprizov who is dumping water all over him. Kirill laughs as he empties the bottle all over Kevin’s head. Kevin spits out the water onto the ice and runs his hands through his hair, shaking the excess water off. His eyes lift to the tunnel. When he sees me, I feel like the only person in this entire world.

I don’t even think about the slippery surface of the ice, or the fans, or the media, or honestly, our kids. I just run to him. He meets me in the middle and catches me effortlessly. I wrap myself around him and immediately begin shaking at the excitement of being in his arms. He smells absolutely awful and he’s wet and now I’m wet and I don’t care about any of it. All that matters is the feeling of his body connected with mine.

“Baby! I am so, so, so, so, SO proud of you.” I squeal to him joyfully, pulling back and looking at his face. “My Stanley Cup Champion.” I wrinkle my nose cutely at him, placing my lips hungrily on his. He skates slightly backwards as our lips nip and tug at each other greedily. I can hear the click of a camera and I don’t know who it is or where this picture is going. I’m too wrapped up in Kevin to care.

“I love you.” Kevin says to me as I slide down from his arms. My boots hit the ice and he reaches down again and kisses me. His lips are greedy, sucking up every ounce that I’m giving him. “So fucking much, Samantha Fiala.” My name comes out of his mouth in a breathless whisper. The sound of my full name sets my body on fire and I want all of him instantly. After all these years, he knows my tells. He chuckles in recognition. “Later.” He kisses my nose and wraps an arm around my body, turning towards where our family is coming towards us. “I see our final baby in the very near future.” He squeezes my side as his mom approaches for a hug. I don’t get the chance to agree with him, but I do. A Stanley Cup baby is a pretty good story.

The celebration continues on the ice, then into the locker room and the family lounge. We laugh and cry and share stories of the successes and struggles to get here. After midnight, the players start to confirm plans of going out in downtown to continue the celebration at an upscale rooftop bar. Despite the exhaustion I feel, Kevin and I agree to join the group. We can sleep in a few days when the excitement dies down. I look over at our sleeping kids on the couch and know we need to get them home to bed before we meet up with the rest of the team.

“We have some sleepy babies, mama.” Kevin murmurs to me as he grabs Luca and I grab Lacey.

Laura comes home with us and offers to stay with our kids for the night while we go out to celebrate. I rush up the stairs and into our closet, shrugging off my black Fiala jacket and looking at the available outfit options. What does one wear to a Stanley Cup celebration?

“Wir sind bald draußen.” I hear Kevin say to Laura as he walks into our master bedroom. I hear the soft click of the door and Kevin appears in the doorway.

“I’m not sure what to wea- Oh!” I exclaim as Kevin grabs me, lifting me off the ground and roughly sets me on the dresser in our closet. “Right here, huh?” I say breathlessly as he kisses down my neck. His hands are unruly and greedy on my body. I moan in response to his lips and eagerness.

“Laura is upstairs. Try to be quiet.” He advises me, tugging at my shirt. Our lips part briefly as he lifts it over my head. He is back to my lips for a moment before his mouth trails down my chest. He buries his face in my breasts and grinds his hips into me. He is warm and hard and my inner core clenches in response.

“Mmm, Kev..” I whisper as he tugs at the button on my jeans. I grab the belt on his suit pants and pull it apart. It takes mere seconds before his erection is at my entrance. When he feels how wet I am, he pushes in quickly and I lose myself in the feeling of him. He pauses there for a moment, watching my face for the stitch of pain to turn into pleasure. He slowly slides an inch out and then thrusts right back in. The dresser shakes from the movement of our bodies. I moan desperately in response and he grins down at me.

“Holy fuck, you feel so damn good, baby.” He growls as he begins to move quickly. “The entire time we were on the ice, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you against the boards.” He pounds into me in a steady, hard rhythm and I’m gone within moments. Something about when he gets like this- horny, needy, and just the right amount of rough- has me crashing fast every time. Kevin pulls me into his arms and walks us into our bedroom. When we get on the bed, he begins to move again, slower, almost painfully slow. I wrap my legs around him to hold him close to me. He brushes a loose strand away from my face, leaning down and kissing my lips tenderly. “ I love you, babe.” He places feather light kisses along my cheeks, then sucks lightly on my neck. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I murmur. He slows his pumps to a stop and I pout in response.

“For everything. This wouldn’t have happened without you. I wouldn’t be this version of me if I didn’t have you. I’m so lucky. The life we have… that you’ve given to us…”

“I think you had more to do with this than you’re giving yourself credit for.” I laugh, squeezing my muscles around him. He groans in response and dips his head in pleasure.

“Maybe.” He finally admits, “But I’m a Stanley Cup Champion because of you, Sam. Your support, sacrifice, and unconditional love brought our family here.” He is looking at me through serious brown eyes and I swallow hard in response. “We always said three. I want to complete our family now.” He whispers as he begins to pump into me faster. The rhythm is delicious and I can feel my second orgasm building within me.

“Me too.” I respond. “A Stanley Cup baby.”

“I know we shouldn’t pick favorites, but come on, it won’t even be close.” My chest heaves with loud laughter.

He begins to move faster inside of me again, cutting off my laugh with a breathy moan. His hands go to my breasts and his thumbs slowly circle my nipples. I arch my back into his waiting palms in response. I tilt my knees closer to my chest to allow him deeper. There it is. Our groans fill the room. He strokes that marvelous spot inside of me. My skin breaks out in goosebumps in acknowledgement. Kevin reaches down and places his lips over mine to catch the deep, primal wail coming out of my mouth. He pumps hard twice more before his hips jerk awkwardly as he finishes inside of me. Our mouths break apart after he comes as we both gasp for air from the highest of highs.

“That should do it.” He laughs, pulling out. I giggle in response, shoving away the dark cloud of our last attempts to conceive.

“I feel pregnant already.” I joke to him.

I know this one will be different.

Five weeks later, after multiple Stanley Cup Celebrations, a parade down West 7th, and not nearly enough sleep, I smile down at the pregnancy test confirming what I already knew. Pregnant. I walk out of the bathroom where Kevin is coloring at the kid’s table with our older two babies. He perks up when he sees me walk into the room. A wide grin breaks onto his lips when he takes in the look on my face. He stands up and dances over to me, gripping my hips and kissing me tenderly.

“Our Stanley Cup baby.” I giggle when we pull apart.

“So lucky.” He whispers to me, resting his forehead against mine.

Our little family is almost complete.

#letters in your last name au #sam X kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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woodstoneb-b · 1 month

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When we last left our Ghostly friends, Thor was engaged in a battle with the laundry overrunning the mansion (rest assured, in real life your laundry will never pile up when you stay with us!)

OK...once again the game seems to know we're dealing with ghosts... that looks seriously uncomfortable though...

Thor: If Thor only feels discomfort during a battle, Thor has done very well!

Thor: Yes!! Thor has triumphed! No clothing shall ever defy me again!

Ooookay...

Trevor: Awesome work, Big Guy! You kicked that laundry in the ass!

Damnit, No Pants, don't encourage him *shakes head*

Right, not sure what to make of No-Pants and Hetty hanging out with each other all the time...

Trevor: Hey, we have heaps in common!

Hetty: I don't like to advertise it too much, but Trevor does indeed have the most interesting stories about modern business practices. No orphans required, but the returns are just as good!

Ooookaaaay...

Isaac: Excuse me! Can't a gentleman undertake his daily ablutions in privacy?!

In the meantime our resident Jazz singer (if you hear ghostly tunes while staying here, you can be rest assured. It's Alberta!) is putting on a concert for her fellow ghosts.

Alberta: Thank God this is only a photo, because apparently I gotta start from the bottom in this game of yours and my piano skills are terrible!

Alberta: Although, my man Trev is being supportive, as always.

Trevor: Hey, supporting bros is what bro's do.

Sure, although I don't think Alberta's gonna return the favour with your painting there, because yikes

Ooo what's this, Trevor and Flower having an argument...over electronics?

Trevor: Hey c'mon, are you telling me you don't think TV is the greatest invention ever? You think it's the washing machine?

Flower: Hey, man, ask your girlfriend about the benefits of a washing machine...

Trevor: Oh yeah... :D

Wait...girlfriend?

Flower: Jay, you gotta keep up.

Albert: Girl, I can't believe there was a secret passage in this place...and we never used it!

Hetty: Used it? For what?

Alberta: Girl...

Alberta: What the HELL

That's your outfit for the singing career.

Alberta: Oh, Hell no! I'm a jazz singer, I got a certain look, and that is not it.

OK, OK, I'll fix it for you.

Alberta: You better!

Hetty: Oh, I don't know, I rather enjoyed it! Reminds me of this small child who danced for our entertainment when we opened one of our mills.

Ooookaaaay...

I seriously had no idea our Ghosts loved reading so much!

Thor: Thor would like to read, but cannot...

Flower: That's OK, I can read aloud to you! "One day Mr Twindlewink went to the market..."

Thor: Thor hopes he was properly armed.

I guess having to read to Thor was pretty testing because then Flower had a day out!

Which honestly, I'm kinda jealous of? Like a swim, building a sand castle, seeing a wild horse, flower picking and roller skating? That's one fun day!

And incidentally, something you too can enjoy when you visit Ulster County and stay in our B&B.

Hetty: What in the name of our Lord and Saviour is this representation of me DOING?! Laundry? I never did laundry in my entire life.

Flower: But you learnt to appreciate washing machines in death at least, right?

Oookaaay...

Thor: With no battles, Thor needs other ways to keep self occupied, this thing called exercise is keeping Thor battle-sharpened.

Flower: With energy to burn! Bet Sim!Flower hasn't even been in the laundry!

It's kind of fun seeing what these guys get up to, Hetty reading and Isaac snoozing makes sense, but Sass and Trevor hanging out? Not so much.

Sass: I wouldn't say hanging out, more like I was watching TV and Trevor just happens to be in the same place.

Trevor: Hey!

Wow, No-Pants you've finally decided to deal with the clothing sitaution!

Sam: Jay, since you designed all these Sims, it's pretty much your fault Trevor looks like this.

Trevor: Thank you!

I wanted them to be accurate!

I did want them to be accurate, but then stuff like this happens...

Flower: Totally accurate!

Wait, what?

Oh my God, No-Pants, what did you do?!

Thor: The laundry machine is rebelling! Thor will go into battle and bend it to our will!

No, you just need to call the repair dude...

Thor: Thor is secure enough in self to allow that others are more able to take on the task of defeating enemies. But Thor can still be helpful in clean up.

Oookay...

In closing...this game has some seriously weird attraction system...and there's no better example than this...Hetty is attracted to the repair dude. But I mean, there's no shame in that, he's a handy guy!

Hetty: This is pure slander!

On that note, I'll wrap this up here!

Join us next time, when hopefully the laundry wars are over!

#ghosts cbs #woodstone b&b #the sims 3

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junikshanasar · 2 years

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so bakugou is dead (?)

and man i gotta say, what a cool and emotional death

this panel right here is super cool

and dude, does he really carry the all might card aronud with him? that’s cute, maybe it’s like a good luck charm or something

i loved the end of the chapter and the build-up towards the panel’s reveal too, witht he whole “oof i wanted all might to sign my card” and “man that kid of ours doesn’t like rain” and it starts raining like yayy i love that sorta stuff

anyway with that aside, this was a completely unnecessary “plot twist”

shouto may be my favourite, but I like bakugou’s character, he truly has a wonderful character arc and is definitely the most dynamic of the origin trio. ofc, i don’t want him to be dead, but i wouldn’t be opposed to it either

the issue is YOU CANT TAKE ONE OF YOUR BEST CHARACTERS AND KILL HIM OFF SO LAMELY

while the death itself was pretty sick, the reasoning behind it and it’s (current) effect on the story is just absymal

storywise, this pretty much plays like,

uh, spoilers for jojo’s part 2

this pretty much plays like caesar’s death, and if you didn’t already know, caesar is one of my favourite characters in the series (i finally understood all the caesar salad jokes my brother made ಠ_ಠ)

anyway it’s unexpected, adds shock value, and it’s very emotional

but what does it add to the story and fight? nothing! nada! it pretty much just takes a strong character out to showcase how strong our mc is. however, the difference is that storywise caesar doesnt rlly add anything to the major plot rip, but on the other hand-

bakugou is literally one of our foils and the main rival. he’s not like sir nighteye or stars and stripes who sorta appear and then disappear (altho sir nighteye was infinitely more useful to the story and a better character than star, but that’s irrelevant rn)

well, there’s been a lotta weird choices in this ‘final battle arc,’ so let’s start with deku not even being here. with all their careful planning, it only makes sense for smthing to go wrong. it’s like one of the rules of storywriting: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong, or at the very least everything should not go completely according to plan or you won’t have any tension or interest

that being said, there's rlly no narrative tension at all to things ‘going wrong’ with deku ending up in the wrong area. his presence literally does nothing for uraraka, toga and the rest, and he literally skedaddles right away. that’s one wasted opportunity for, idk smthing. def NOT a monologue tho, thank god Tsuyu cut that off it would’ve been such a waste of time, especially during battle

but okay, i understand the real tension comes from his absence where bakugou, the big 3 and aizawa are, but when we watch their battle and see just how badly they’re doing, it makes deku’s presence who we’re waiting on (for way too long, might I add) feel like it a deus ex machina of sorts, rather than the final key to their plan

it rlly just feels like wowowow shiggy too stronk we need op deku to save the day like bruh

on that vein, the reasoning behind bakugou’s death is straight up whack. ig it’s not super out there that bakugou would die, he’s all battered up after all, but here’s what it felt like we were building up for:

when deku finna arrives, bakugou and deku would hafta work together, deku with his whatever op power he's gonna one-shot shiggy with (maybe talk-no jutsu XD, idk), and bakugou with his understanding and quick pick-up of how shiggy thinks, fights and moves. together they would not only be able to anticipate shiggy's moves, but also have the firepower to carry through

but bakugou dying straight up nopes that, like what were you even building towards with bakugou predicting shiggy’s moves then???

Starting with that, one of the potential reasons for bakugou dying is that he feels the urge to help, because a hero doesnt stop fighting until they die, he must keep fighting, he needs to win

ok and? mans is one of the weakest fighters there + he’s not even in peak condition, he’s literally all beaten up. yes, afo is intimidated by him, but that’s because he’s literally kamikaze-ing this fight, when there is no reason for him to do so. his continued fighting is acc a burden on the others, since we can see they need to go out of their way to protect him (not that they succeed rip)

with all that said, i do understand it’s not in bakugou’s character to just sit back while he can ‘still fight,’ it just feels so immature and unstrategic of him, especially when he seems to have worked out shiggy’s fighting patterns which he could then communicate to the others, namely deku when he arrives. but, ig I hafta remember that bakugou is literally a kid and they are in the heat of battle, so I will put this argument aside for now

A counter argument is, he may have wanted to test out his theories on how shiggy fights, by acc fighting him. brilliant! he was clearly right! he also has absolutely no reason to do so, when earlier he was clearly observing through watching shiggy fight the others.

he coulda left it at that because a) pros like best jeanist and miruko who can still actively fight are there, b) the BIG THREE of ua are there, you cannot say that bakugou is on par with the big 3, that's just unrealistic. even if they cant handle it, what's he supposed to do?

with regards to the big three tho, it’s obvious they’ve been shoved aside and are just sorta there. despite all the hype for tamaki’s big ko move, it ends up falling flat

Well, in the end bakugou is bakugou, he will join the fray regardless, so let me just BRING UP THAT LAMEASS FINAL LINE

like in a certain context, this would be perfect. yes, this is exactly what deku has been doing for most of his battles up until now. but deku’s not even here

if bakugou and deku had been fighting together, and then bakugou got hit since he's injured and not at his best and then died? that would made a lot more sense, and had more of a narrative, but also emotional impact

yes, i admit it, i was not sad at all by bakugou’s death. shocked? yes. but sad or emotional? not rlly.

if bakugou had died while he was fighting together with deku, not only would it be a blow because deku's intelligence source abt shiggy fight patterns is out, thus tipping the supposed fight in shiggy's favour, but we also acc get that emotional tension from deku reacting to his death

acc, this is pretty much what happened when bakugou got stabbed like everywhere during the war arc while protecting midoriya. now that, i felt smthing. back there, it was done quite well and effectively, even tho bakugou didnt die. it affected the fight because deku went sicko mode (as most shounen protags tend to do), and it was in-line with bakugou's character arc

this death was too rushed! does it feel like parallels, like bakugou is experiencing what deku felt as is spoonfed to use by the top three text panels?

no, not really. it feels like we hafta show just how powerful deku has gotten by having his 'rival' literally kill himself trying to catch up to him. this death could’ve acc played out really nicely, and this line could’ve been really solid because ‘catching up’ has always been one of the themes between bakugou and midoriya.

im just upset they did his death so half-heartedly, it's so obvsly more of a shock-value thing

phew, ok, had to get that off my chest. after that entire rant, i’d like to mention that bakugou might not be perma dead lmao

i’ve seen some ppl arent believing in the death until the whole fight is over, since bakugou is literally THE most popular character according to polls. i’ve seen others mention that gran torino also had an emotional ‘death,’ but he didn’t acc die

i’d like to point out that upon rereading, they never acc say mans died, just screamed abt his heart which got desecrated here:

we only saw the image of bloody bakugou, but the last time we were only told and not shown smthing was when they were looking for the UA traitor and the chapter ended off with hagakure, who we all know is NOT the traitor

I’d acc be cheesed if after all those dramatics mans comes back to life without at the very least permanent consequences, but yea, there’s also a lot of references to the vestiges. afo relates bakugou to the second user,

so we can also mayyyybe assume the second user might have an ability that can heal/help bakugou? in any case, we know the second user and bakugou are very similar, which i think most people suspected anyway

but also just all his interactions with the vestiges. we can see here that right before shiggy does that ‘final blow,’ bakugou’s eyes are shaped like stars

plus all the star spars around him, so he might be connecting to the vestige world or maybe their powers in some way?? because right after that we see him talking to vestige all might in his head

maybe this is a sign he’s somehow connected to the vestige world through a panicked afo who did smthing idk, but regardless I suspect this isnt the end of bakugou

or i just overcomplicated things! who knows, who knows, gotta wait for the next chapterヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

#manga spoilers #bnha #chapter 362 #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #jojo spoilers #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku #all might #bakugou death #vestiges #big three #manga analysis #Character Discussion #character death #im tired after typing that up lmao

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The New Normal - Pokemon ScarVio Fic

[Major Spoilers for the ending of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet. Also, this is a pre-relationship fic for Florian, Nemona, Penny, and Arven. Some Arven angst and hurt/comfort also.]

Read it on AO3

There was a blank page in front of him. Realistically, he knew that he needed to write and get started on the assignment for his language class that was due tomorrow, but his mind was swirling. Thoughts churned like the waves of the ocean just outside the lab that had been his home for so long. Home. He wasn’t sure he knew the meaning of that word anymore. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, hearing the concerned ‘boof’ of his Mabosstiff. Arven felt his cold nose pressed against his hand, and he turned, smiling slightly as he pets the pokemon’s head.

“I’m okay, or at least I will be,” Arven finally spoke into the quiet dorm room. Mabosstiff looked unconvinced, moving his head out from under Arven’s hand to bite at his sleeve and tugging him out of his desk chair.

Arven chuckled, though the sound was quiet and subdued from his usual laugh. He followed the pokemon’s directions out into the hall and down the stairs to the next floor of dorm rooms. Mabostiff let go of his sleeve at one door, getting up on his hind legs to scratch at the door. The door had barely opened before the pokemon grabbed Arven’s sleeve again and dragged him further down the hall. Arven looked behind him to see Penny pressing a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggling. Arven felt his face heat up, but he rolled his eyes as he continued to be dragged to another dorm room.

This time when Mabostiff scratched at the door, it opened immediately, catching the pokemon off guard and causing him to bark. Nemona smirked at the sight and leaned against the door, arms crossed in front of her.

“What’s the deal here, huh?”

“Beats me, he just started drag-”

Mabostiff took the chance to continue his path down the hall again, leaving Nemona cackling behind them. Arven turned to glare, seeing Penny catching up to Nemona and shaking her head. They were both following them now. Great. He couldn’t help the small smile that reached his face at the thought. He knew where he was being dragged soon enough, as the last door was already partially open. Mabostiff nudged the door open with his nose, then dragged Arven the rest of the way inside, barking when he reached the kitchen. Arven sighed, covering his eyes with a hand as he heard the sound of giggling.

“Seems someone thought you needed more company than just him, huh, Mabostiff.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. One minute I’m sitting at my desk working on an assignment, and the next thing I know, I’m being dragged all over the dorm halls.”

“Yeah, I call bullshit on that, Arven,” Penny spoke as she entered the room, Nemona following close behind. Penny climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged against the wall.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, dude, you look stressed and not great from what I can see,” Nemona spoke up, bouncing on the bed as she sat down.

“What is this, pick on Arven day?”

This was when Florian stood up from his desk and walked over to Arven, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t make us worry about you more. C’mon, you know you can talk to us, right?” he asked, brows pinched with concern.

“Yeah, there’s just not much to say.”

Arven looked away, staring at the wall instead of meeting the concerned gazes of the people he treasured though he would never admit it out loud. After Area Zero, most days, it felt like they were all he had now.

“Well, if you aren’t gonna say anything, then I guess I gotta start saying something,” Nemona spoke up, leaning back on her hands, “Today was so boring! I barely saw any of you, and classes were so dull! We didn’t even battle during battle class!”

Florian laughed, letting go of Arven’s shoulder to turn to Nemona, eyebrow raised.

“We were literally in a class with new students who had only just gotten their first pokemon. Of course, we weren’t gonna battle!”

“Well, we could’ve battled each other at least!”

“Both of you are crazy,” Penny shook her head, chuckling, “though I guess math class wasn’t very interesting today either.”

“It’s math. Math is never interesting,” Nemona replied, deadpan. A round of laughter met her statement.

“If we’re talking about uninteresting classes,” Arven spoke up, the other three looking at him expectantly, “Language class was all review and an essay, and I am not looking forward to that.”

“I’ll admit, that class is more difficult than I thought,” Florian sighed, “I’m not looking forward to that essay either.”

“Oh yeah? What about history class, huh?” Nemona crossed her arms, “It was already stuff we knew! We even saw most of it ourselves during the treasure hunt!”

The mention of Area Zero, however vague and off-hand, caused the room to go quiet. Arven could feel himself tense, though he tried to will his mind to focus on the present, the now, instead of everything he had seen and heard back in that cold dark lab. The others seemed to know precisely what Arven was thinking about. The next thing he knew, he was being led by the arm to Florian’s bed, his expression brokered no discussion. Mabostiff made himself known by knocking into Arven, forcing him to land on his front on the bed with an ‘Oof.’

“Good dog,” Nemona laughed, petting Mabostiff behind the ears as he wagged his tail.

Arven picked his head up to glare, Penny giggling at the sight that only she could see from her spot.

“Stop that,” Penny flicked his forehead, “He had the right idea. You need to stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah, try and do something to take your mind off of it. We could have a pokemon battle if you want.” Nemona offered, but Arven waved her off, moving to sit up on the bed.

“I don’t think that’ll help, but thanks though.”

Florian crossed his arms, looking at him contemplatively.

“What can we do to help? You’ve got three people here who are more than happy to help you in whatever way we can, you just gotta talk to us.”

Arven flipped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. No one spoke, just looked at him and waited, though the barely concealed worry they each held slowly changed their expressions. Mabostiff hopped up on the bed, walking in a small circle, then settling down with his head on Arven’s chest. Arven didn’t react for a moment, but then reached up to pet his pokemon’s head. Then he sighed, but it was evident that he was trying to hold back tears.

“I just can’t anymore, I guess. My mind is a mess, and I just keep replaying everything that happened in a loop. And then…” he trailed off, covering his eyes with his unoccupied hand. “I don’t really have a place I belong to anymore. Home doesn’t exist for me now, and I don’t think it ever did.” He whispered so quietly that no one picked up on it at first.

They could see him start shaking, quiet sobs that were enough for him to shake where he lay. Mabostiff whined, nuzzling his face up against Arven’s chin. The other occupants of the room registered what Arven said, and they exchanged heartbroken looks as Arven continued to cry. This couldn’t continue like this, not when they could all try to help as much as they could.

“Hey, hey.” Nemona spoke up, gently laying a hand on Arven’s shoulder “Arven? Please don’t say that.”

“Home doesn’t have to be a place,” Penny scooched up, shifting closer, “And you do belong, no matter what you may think.”

“Belong where? You don’t have to lie to me, Penny.” Arven’s voice was thick with tears, and it only hurt their hearts more to hear.

Penny huffed, then leaned forward to lay over Mabostiff and look Arven in the eye.

“You belong here with us, dumbass.”

“Penny’s right, you know,” Nemona said, laying on her side to be next to Arven and looking him in the eye, “You think we’d leave you alone after all that mess? All that time we spent together just shooting the shit? No! You’re stuck with us now.”

She smiled, wide and brightly, nudging him with her leg. Florian spoke up next, grabbing onto the hand Arven had over his eyes and holding it.

“We love you, Arven, and we care about you so much.”

“Love, huh? When did that happen?”

Florian sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding Arven’s hand, and sighed.

“You remember when we first met at school? You apologized for being angry, and I forgave you immediately. When you talked about your goal too, I was so willing to help you because you looked so excited about it. And then, when we fought that first Titan? I could tell there was more to finding the Herba Mystica than you let on. I promised you then, after the second titan, that I would help as much as I could. I think it was soon after that that I realized that I care for you a lot, maybe more than a friend should.”

Arven looked surprised, then Nemona nudged Florian away.

“Alright you sap, you talked enough,” Nemona said, and Florian laughed, willingly falling over to Nemona’s push. “I’ll admit it, I thought you were a jerk at first, Arven. But when we were in the crater together, I realized that you weren’t such a bad guy. Just a guy who dealt with so much in such a short amount of time. I wanted to help then, and I want to help now. I may not feel the same as sappy over there, but I care for you so so much. And I mean,” Nemona blushed, “Maybe someday we could be more than friends.”

Arven blushed then, looking away and meeting Penny’s eyes. She started blushing, too, pulling her hood up to cover her face.

“I-I’m not as good with words like these two dorks, but yeah. I knew about you before, s-since I may have hacked into the school’s registry to find out who was enrolled, but w-when we all went into Area Zero was about when I realized you were more than just what your school ID said. I m-may not know you as well, but I’d l-like to.”

Arven was bright red, staring up at the ceiling. Then he covered his face with both hands.

“You guys,” his voice cracked.

Everyone laughed, nudging him and poking fun at his reaction. He laughed after a little while, then carefully nudged Mabostiff off of him so he could sit up. He wiped his eyes, then smiled.

“What did I ever do to deserve you guys?”

Florian shook his head while Penny and Nemona leaned against him. Florian leaned in, and kissed the top of Arven’s head.

“Just by being you, and that’s why we love you.”

#pokémon #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon arven #pokemon nemona #pokemon penny #pokemon florian #mabosstiff #silver writes

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Fate and Phantasms #16P: Arash

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re building the ultimate power archer, Arash! Obviously Arash is a paragon of physicality, able to fire shots so powerful not even he can survive them. That is why he’s an Oracle, obviously. waitwaitwait I swear it makes sense!

He’s also an Archer for obvious reasons, and we dip into the Sentinel archetype for more toughness.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: You killed Cú-y! You bastard!

Ancestry and Background

Arash is a human, and he’s really good at one thing- arching. That’s why he is a Skilled Human, giving him a boost in Dexterity and Constitution, as well as training with Crafting which will become expertise at level 5 to make your own arrows. But while we’re still at level one, your Cooperative Nature gives you a +4 bonus to all Aid checks, making you pretty helpful to have around.

At level five you can Sense Allies, making it easier to find undetected and hidden allies nearby, what with spiriton energy signatures or something.

At level nine your Cooperative Soul makes your help even more helpful- if you’re an expert or better with the skill you’re helping with, your help will always be at least a success, giving them a +1 bonus.

At level 13 you can Bounce Back as a free action once a day, preventing you from being wounded after coming back from the dying condition.

Finally, at level 17 your Stubborn Persistence lets you ignore being fatigued if you pass a DC 17 check, though you’ll have to make the check again later if it’s a recurring effect. You wouldn’t know it from his farming vids, but Arash is pretty hearty, except for the obvious.

Arash is a Warrior, giving him training in Warfare and Intimidation, as well as giving him the Intimidating Glare to demoralize enemies without them having to know your language. You also get another boost in Constitution and Wisdom.

Class Levels

1. Okay so first we gotta get through the training stuff, but then I swear this is gonna make sense. Here we go. Key ability: Charisma. Trained in Perception, Religion Fortitude and Reflex saves, Unarmed and Simple Weapons, Unarmed and Light Armor, Athletics, Diplomacy, Survival, and eventually Society once you get your brain big. Also expertise in Will saves. Now onto my thesis defense.

All oracles get their power from a Mystery, which not only gives you extra skills and cantrips and spells, but also gives you a curse, which grows as you use revelation spells (the oracles’ equivalent of focus spells) over the course of the day. Casting a revelation spell increases your curse’s severity, though you can Refocus to reduce your curse back down to minor severity while also regaining a focus point. If you cast a focus spell while at moderate curse makes you overwhelmed, cutting you off from your focus spells until you finish a long rest. At higher levels, you can take on higher tiers of curse before getting overwhelmed.

So this means if we can find a powerful focus spell in the oracle list, we can use the kickback from Oracle curses as a sort of pseudo suicide tactic! And to make it better, one of the mysteries you can pick here is Battle, giving you training with medium and heavy armor and Athletics, as well as more effects as you level up. You also learn the Shield cantrip for even more toughness, and you can let out a Call to Arms with a focus point, giving you and all allies nearby a +2 on initiative rolls, and temporary HP for a minute. And by taking the Zeal domain spell list, you can apply a Weapon Surge to your bow, adding +1 damage to its next attack roll, and an extra die of damage. Since you’re a battle mystery oracle, you also gain training with Martial Bows since those are your specialty.

As for your curse- at minor, you have -2 AC and saves, but every time you make a strike, you can negate those penalties. At moderate, you only reduce the penalty, rather than negate it. On the upside, you get +2 to all weapon and unarmed damage rolls, and gain fast healing each round equal to half your level in combat. Finally at major you get double the fast healing, get a +6 to damage, and a +1 bonus to attack rolls, but you’re also Stupefied, weakening any intelligence, wisdom, or charisma based checks and DCs by 2, including spells, which you’ll have to make a flat check to cast at all.

You also get training in Nature.

You can also cast Divine Spells from your Spell Repetoire. You have five cantrips and two spell slots currently, and you gain a new spell for each slot you gain. The only spells we really need are Magic Weapon and Harm. The former makes your bow hit harder and better, the latter is a versatile magic attack- right now it has a range of touch if you only spend one action on it, but we’ll get a fix for that as we go. We’re not here to do much fancy stuff, we’re just hitting things really, really good. If you have a particular single-target spell you like, feel free to put it on the list.

Oh right, before I forget, use your first Ability Boost to bump up your physical stats as well as your Charisma- that’s what powers your magic.

2. Your curse eats up your saving throws, but with a Divine Aegis it’s not quite so bad. Spend your reaction to get +1 on all saves against non-divine magic, but a -1 for divine magic. I wouldn’t take Arash to fight Zeus anyway, but now here’s another reason. You can also use Natural Medicine to patch yourself up while you’re out hunting, possibly using Nature instead of Medicine in the check and getting a +2 bonus if your DM’s cool. Finally, we’re still not good with a bow and arrow. That’s what the Archer Dedication is for. You get proficiency in simple and martial bows equal to your proficiency with other weapons, and if you’re at least an expert you’ll get the critical specialization with that bow. That doesn’t do anything right away since you’re already trained up, but it opens doors to other archer feats.

3. at level 3 you can use Magical Crafting to make some low-level common magical arrows. arrow construction is in the bag, and it’s only level 3, we’re on a roll here!

You also learn Signature Spells this level, one per level of spell you can cast. Normally you need to re-learn a spell to heighten it- not so with these. Obviously we want this on Harm, since upcasting Magic Weapon does nothing.

We’re trying to be beefy with a casting class, so bump up that Athletics while we can.

4. at fourth level you can bespell weapon as a free action after casting a spell, adding a d6 of extra damage to your weapon attacks for the rest of the round. Harm is necromancy, so that’s some bonus negative damage, and if you were using harm in the first place that’ll be good to follow up with. This also works with your focus spells- Call to Arms is enchantment, so you’ll deal mental damage, while Weapon Surge adds extra force damage as an evocation spell.

To make Arrow Construction a bit easier, check out Specialty Crafting for a +1 bonus on all checks involving Fletching. It’s not on the list, but that’s what making arrows is called. I’m sorry for focusing on this one skill so hard but doing crazy damage and dying from it is a high level activity, I swear we’ll get there.

For more combat specialization, you can make a Quick Shot in a single action to draw and fire your bow in one move.

5. Fifth level oracles learn third level magic, letting us Neutralize Poison for some nice poison resistance. Close enough for government work, at least. It can also work on other people if you’re feeling generous. On top of that, your Ability Boost bumps up your Dexterity, Constitution, Wisdom, and Charisma this level for tougher abs, a sharper eye, even sharper arrows, and stronger spells.

You also learn a little medicine for some more poison resistance down the line.

6. Congrats, you can now spend an action to turn your next spell into a Reach Spell, increasing its range by 30’. Admittedly, you can already do this with Harm, but we’re getting other spells later that this will be very helpful for.

To continue the chain of effects we could have gotten at level 1 but didn’t, you can make a Group Impression, letting you make a diplomacy check against two people instead of one. That number will increase as we level up in diplomacy, up to a maximum of 25. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll be able to make a diplomacy check so powerful it stops a whole-ass war?

You’ll get there one day, but for now your Advanced Bow Training matches up your advanced bow skills with your martial bow skills.

7. at seventh level you become an Expert Spellcaster, making all your attacks and DCs of spells a little bit stronger. on top of that, your Resolve gives you mastery in will saves, and you always succeed critically unless you fail.

You’re not just brainier though, you also have a Robust Recovery that helps both you and your patients, increasing the bonus to the check to treat diseases and poisons by +4 and making all successes critical for the patient. This works both if you apply the treatment and if you’re the patient. We do have to make you an expert in Medicine first though, but it’s a small price to pay for less poison.

8. okay, time to get suicidal. in-game, not irl. grab the focus spell Debilitating Dichotomy both to crank up your curse and to hurt youself and your enemy at the same time. You both make will saves (with yours being 1 degree better) and then take 9d6 mental damage based on how well you both did. If the enemy gets a critical fail, they’re also stunned for one action. Remember that focus spells level up as you do, up to level 10 when you’re level 20. so by the end of this that’ll be 27d6 in one go for you and them. this has a range of 30’, but with reach spell you can get that to 60 for a shortbow’s worth of death.

for more physicality, you can make a Quick Jump, letting you High Jump and Long Jump as a single action, though you don’t perform the initial stride.

finally, you can spend two actions on an Archer’s Aim, making a ranged attack with a +2 to the roll and ignoring a targets concealed condition, plus reducing the check to hit a hidden target. Arash’s NP is AoE, that sucker’s hitting you wherever you are. …admittedly in game everyone just stands in an open field without moving which makes things much easier, but still.

9. Your magical fortitude makes your fortitude saves stronger, and we’ll also bump up your diplomacy while we’re here for bigger group impressions.

10. at tenth level you get yet another Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Intelligence. You also get the ability to use your Surging Might to power through an enemy’s resistances with your next spell, reducing the resistance of alignment and positive/negative damage by your level. Considering how much we’re resting on Harm, this is nice to have on hand.

you can also use a Crafter’s Appraisal to identify magic items instead of Arcane or other skills, instead using your crafting which we actually trained up.

finally, you can make a Double Shot using two actions to avoid dealing with your multi-attack penalty until your third action.

11. level eleven is pretty nice, even if it keeps it simple. You’re now an expert in Perception as well as Unarmed and Simple Weapons, which means you also have expertise in all Bows. On top of that, you’re a master in Diplomacy, and you can make Improvised Repairs using three actions, turning a broken non-magical item into a shoddy one as long as it doesn’t take damage. Once you can repair it normally, it stops being shoddy as well. It’s not great, but when you’re an archer you’ve got to get used to restringing your bow.

Finally, you get access to your Major Curse! This is when you’re at your most powerful and fragile, and as an added bonus you can recharge 2 points per refocus instead of 1! Now you can spam mind blasts even more often!

12. at level twelve you can unleash your Greater Revelation spell as well, letting you make a Heroic Feat by spending two to three actions. You can use two actions to make any one-action fighter feat, of this spell’s level or lower, or you can spend three actions to do a two-action one. Arash can have a little fighter, as a treat.

You also become a Lead Climber, letting you set up a route as you climb to help your allies.

Your bow is also powerful enough to perform a Staggering Fire, slowing down an enemy you hit up to 10’ on a critical hit, or 5’ on a regular one.

13. level 13 is another easy one. you’re an expert in oracle armors as well as reflex saves. on top of that, you’re a master in Athletics, and your Weapon Specialization means you deal an extra 2 damage with all weapons you’re an expert with.

14. at level fourteen your Mysterious Repertoire lets you add a single non-divine spell to your spell list. If we want to reshape borders, we’ll need a Blazing Fissure. It shoots out in a 120’ line, dealing fire and bludgeoning damage to any creature within it, and possibly knocking them prone if they fail their reflex save. Of course you can swap this out rather freely, it’s just the spell I’d go for.

You can also Quick Climb to get around the mountains of Persia a little bit easier. You move at least 5 feet more with each successful climb check, getting you into a proper vantage point a little bit faster.

Finally, you can make an Assisting Shot with your bow. If the strike hits, the next creature to attack the same one you did gets a +1 bonus on their roll. A little something something to remember you by.

15. Your next Ability Boost powers up your Strength Dexterity and Wisdom as well as your Constitution. You know the deal- you’re tough, you’re buff, you see through stuff.

You can also Pick up the Pace, helping your party hustle a little big longer than normal while traveling. This one doesn’t particularly map to anything, but it’s inoffensive enough to give you.

You also become a Master Spellcaster, giving you mastery with divine spell attacks and DCs, and you also become a legend in Diplomacy so your arrows can touch the hearts and minds of as many people as possible.

16. Your Domain Fluency gives you zeal’s advanced domain spell Zeal for Battle- as a reaction, you can give you and an ally advantage on your initiative rolls. You’re mostly used in the first wave anyway, making room for the other supports.

To support your live fast die young lifestyle, you can also Quick Swim, moving 5’ more on every success. It’s like quick climb, but for swimming!

Finally, it’s time to get a little tougher with the Sentinel Dedication. This makes you an expert with Medium and Heavy Armor. Arash doesn’t wear much, but he’s definitely got a chestplate on, so it could go either way.

17. Level 17 is pretty short, but it’s got some cool stuff. You can now survive the highest level of curse, Extreme Curse. When your curse becomes extreme, you’re Doomed 2, effectively cutting your death saves in half. On the plus side, you can reroll attacks, checks, and saves once every 10 minutes if you failed the first one, and you can regain 3 points per refocus. If you become overwhelmed now, the doomed condition sticks around like normal.

Your Greater Resolve makes you legendary with Will saves, and not only that, but you can’t critically fail any more, and all your will saves have half damage. You’re also a master at crafting. for really nice arrows, you know how it is.

18. Okay, it’s time to get your NP really working. You can now enter a Blaze of Revelation for up to a minute after becoming overwhelmed. Each turn, you can cast one revelation spell without spending focus points or taking any negative effects. I am pretty sure that technically includes the kickback from Debilitating Dichotomy, which is nice. Now you’re probably thinking how making an attack less suicidal helps us make a suicidal NP, and I get it, it’s pretty unintuitive. the reason it’s here is after the minute is up. You have a DC 40 fortitude save to make once it’s all said and done. If you critically succeed (that is to say you roll a 50) you’re come out unscathed. Anything less leaves you drained, and on a critical failure you outright die. Unfortunately your Fortitude is pretty good, but there’s still a chance of it killing you.

You’re also an Impeccable Crafter to make your arrow building critical successes, and you become an Armor Specialist for specialization effects on your medium and heavy armor.

19. At nineteenth level you become a Wilderness Spotter once you become an expert in Survival. Now you can use survival to roll initiative in Mountains and to notice and disarm traps nearby.

You also become a Legendary Spellcaster, and your Oracular Clarity gives you access to two tenth level spells, with one 10th level slot. If you don’t like the jury-rigged NP I made, you can just request a Miracle directly from your god. Tearing a new border into the world isn’t on the suggested list of options, but it does say your DM may allow some creativity in return for making the spell dangerous to use. Exactly what we’re after.

20. We’ve got the arrow, but we haven’t ended the war yet. That’s why you need Legendary Negotiation. you can spend 3 actions to request an enemy stop attacking. It might work, it might not, but if you’re tearing yourself apart for this I’d hope your DM gives it to you.

As a Mystery Conduit, you can now cast fifth level spells or lower without spending a spell slot if you increase effects of your curse. Now you’ve got a super easy way to charge up your curse and save on spell slots! Throw down some blazing fissures and get ready for the fireworks!

Finally, we need you to live long enough to die, so you can Sacrifice Armor to protect yourself. You scuff up your armor in the process, but you reduce the damage you take as well.

We also get one last Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Charisma.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Once you’re firing at all cylinders you can do some crazy damage, 27d6 every turn is nothing to sneeze at. All for the low low price of possibly killing you!

You also manage to be a great party face, with legendary diplomacy helping you win the hearts of large crowds almost instantly.

You’re also surprisingly hard to kill for anyone but yourself, with almost 300 HP and access to heavy armor plus the fact that you tend to stay in the backlines anyway.

Cons:

Your most powerful options are all tied to your curse, meaning that when you get serious, you’ll have a very short time limit to work with before you’re severely weakened or killed.

You also focus on archery and magic, both of which can be interrupted by melee fighters, and since you don’t have many movement options getting away from them can be an issue.

This is going to sound weird, but you’re actually too tough? Your death or glory attack comes in at level 17, at which point you already have a +27 on your Fortitude saves. That means you have roughly a 1/7 chance of dying with your noble phantasm, and it only gets worse the higher you level up. At level 20, only a natural 1 can kill you. I mean yeah it’s a straight upgrade, but it’s not Arash, you feel me? The problem is most people don’t want their character to die, so making a character that intentionally dies with their final attack is really hard. At least stopping that war will be easy.

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Tf2 rarepair week day two: Scars/Care

Credit to @tf2rarepairweek for their prompts :D

After hours of long battles, a tired and tuckered out RED Team fumbled into their small base.

The team spread out, laying on the ground, sitting down and picking up a half-read book, going to the kitchen for a beer, or just chatting and winding down.

But there was one who did not want to relax. One who’s only wish was to leave everyone and go to their room.

Everyone had noticed that Pyro never wanted to hang out with anyone anymore. Their usually cheery, happy-go-lucky, wanting to be around everyone demeanor was gone, replaced with bitterness, hard silence, and a heavy air of anger and depression.

They trudged past the team in the living room, up the stairs, and to their room on the second floor. A door slammed, signifying that he wasn’t coming out for the rest of the night.

The mercenary’s all exchanged worried glances with each other. Every day, it was the same routine. Wake up, fight, then watch as their previously happy friend decayed into a shape only seen for a few seconds a day.

This had been going on for a while, and Engie had decided to do something about it. He gathered his team, and explained his plan to them.

“Are ya sure this’ll work, hard hat?” Scout asked doubtfully. “He’s been like this for a few days now, he don’t seem ta be wanting to come outa there.”

“Son, I don’t know if it’ll work. But we gotta try, for his sake,” Engie replied, taking his construction hat off and setting it down on the kitchen island counter. “Alright. Everyone ready?”

Everyone nodded.

“Let’s get to it, fellas.” Engie put his hat back on, and walked up the stairs. He rapped on Pyro’s door twice, listening for him. Nothing happened, and he rapped the door again.

The door creaked opened a tiny crack, then slammed shut again.

“Pyro! Getcher mumbling ass out here!!” Engie yelled angrily. Pyro scoffed grumpily from behind the other side of the door.

Engineer banged his fist on the door, but he knew it was useless.

“Guys! Get up here!” He yelled from the top of the steps. “We’re getting him out of here.”

The others walked up the stairs, all crammed in the small hallway, squished together.

“What now, genius?” Scout commented sarcastically.

“We each try and get him out. One by one. Then if that don’t work, well…. I don’t know. I’ll figure somethin’ out,” Engineer mused to himself, already trying to figure out what to do if his current plan didn’t work.

“I’ll go first,” Scout said, pushing his way forward. “My and Py got a good history togeatha.”

He walked up, and knocked on the door like a schoolgirl knocking on her crushes door.

The door opened, and a gloved hand grabbed Scout’s head, pulled it through the doorway, and slammed the door repeatedly on his head until Scout wobbled weakly on his legs, then crumpled.

The team looked at Scout on the floor in disbelief, then at the slightly bloodstained door. Sniper poked Scout’s side with the toe of his shoe.

The rest of the team tried to talk to pyro, all met with similar results, all getting injured. At last, it was Sniper’s turn, and he had some kind of plan, or at least an idea, of what to do and to try not to get hurt. He gulped as he approached their door, feeling the seven pairs of eyes on his back as he knocked three times in a rapid session.

The door creaked open again, a hollow mask peering back out at him. They grabbed him by his skinny little neck, and yanked him inside. The door was locked from the inside, bolts, padlocks, and pins all slid into place. Pyro turned around to stare at Sniper, with his fire axe in his hands. Sniper‘s plan immediately fell apart, there was no way he would get out of this. He backed against the wall as Pyro advanced on him, slowly and cautiously. Their shoulders were shaking, and he hung his head down far lower then he usually did.

They reached Sniper, axe raised a over their head, when they swayed, looking uneasy and lightheaded. They leaned forward, falling into Sniper’s arms, and dropping the axe.

Sniper buckled under his weight, but dragged him into their bed. Pyro mumbled something weakly, and grasped Sniper’s hand.

“Pyro..?” He asked quietly, “What’s wrong, mate? Are you hurt?”

They shook their head, stopped, nodded, then shook their head again. Then Pyro sat up and hugged Sniper tightly, sobbing quietly in their mask and on his shoulder.

Sniper gasped quietly, before rubbing Pyro’s back awkwardly, listing to them cry silently. They cried for a while, tears pouring out of their mask’s breathing area, causing him to choke. He took his mask off in a small little wave of water, wiping his teary, bloodshot eyes with a quick swipe of his arm. He hugged Sniper again, still sobbing, but less violently this time.

Snipers shirt got wet after a while, but he didn’t mind. All this sadness was making him a little sad, to be honest.

“Mate… if ya don’t mind me askin’, what’s got ya all choked up here?” Sniper asked gently, patting Pyro’s back again.

“I-I-I don’t know,” He said between sobs. “I-I’ve just been feeling s-so depressed and lonely lately. I just didn’t know w-what to do with m-myself.” He hiccuped, looking at the blankets on the bed. His lower lip trembled, but he bit it to keep from crying anymore.

“W-well… I can try and help you out. If your ever lonely, I’ll be here,” Sniper offered, wiping a tear from under Pyro’s eye. He trailed his hand down onto their cheek, leaving it there. Pyro leaned his head into Sniper’s hand, closing his eyes, and taking a deep, calming breath. His breath steadied a little, and he cuddled on Sniper’s lap.

“Can you stay with me for the night? Promise you won’t leave once I’m asleep?” Pyro asked nervously and quietly, resting his head on Sniper’s shoulder. He looked like a little kitten, cuddled up all cozy in his suit, and tucking all his limbs in tight.

“I promise,” Sniper said truthfully, holding Pyro like a little baby. He reached over him, pulling a blanket over the two of them and wrapping both of them up.

Pyro made a happy little content noise, before snuggling in a little closer and drifting off to sleep. Sniper followed almost seconds later

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Eight

Lunch had been nuhunla (amusing) to say the least. Naturally the boys wanted to learn more curse words - which for the most part they knew…flawlessly - however I encouraged more everyday phrases which they seemed to pick up on quickly. Hardcase thought he would start a food fight with Jesse which naturally Fives inserted himself in the middle of. That ended when Rex finally joined the table and was accidentally hit in the chest by Hardcase who got a stern look. The rest of the table - including myself laughed.

“Are we going to workout after this?” Echo asked Fives.

“Do we have to?” Fives asked.

“Unless you want to get your sheb (ass) handed to you on the battle field I recommend you do.” Chimed in Tup.

“I would never” replied Fives as if he was offended.

“What? Get your sheb beat by some clankers?” Asked Jesse. Fives repeated what he said in a mocking tone. Rex rolled his eyes.

“He didn’t disagree” I said laughing.

“Ouch you know, That really hurts” Fives said mocking me, acting like he had been shock in the chest.

“Not as much as it will when the droids beat your sheb” Rex joked.

It caught me by surprise that Rex had chimed in on picking on Fives. Maybe he was feeling more comfortable with me around? I don’t know, but it made it that much more hilarious coming from him.

“FINE….” Fives finally agreed. “But only if Raven comes with. It’s only fair”

“Do you need her to hold your hand?” Asked Jesse.

“Unfortunately that’s usually my job…” Echo snorts.

“Why is it ‘gang up on Fives’ all the sudden?” Asked Fives.

“It only seems fair you chayalikir (tease/make fun of) everyone else it seems” I say.

“She’s not wrong” say Kix. “I would still like to look at that ankle before you go anywhere” he says turning to me.

“I’m ready when you are. Fives I promise I’ll work out with you sometime” I say getting up to take care of my garbage. Kix follows.

The two of us head out the door to the med bay. When we get there I hop up on he table, take my armor and boot off before pulling up my pant leg.

“How’s it feel?” Asked Kix looking it over.

“Alright, just bruised. I’ve had worse” I say noticing it already bruising a little. He looks up at my and cocks his head before returning back to my ankle.

Kix pulls out a small scanner and data pad. He scans me ankle and looks over at the data pad. “It’s not broken or sprained. Probably just bruised, ice it if it hurts”.

“I told you I’d be fine” I say appreciating his concern. Kix gives me a look. “What?” I ask.

“I get the feeling you be another accident prone one” He says raising an eye brow.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” I smile down at him while he fixes my pant leg. He hums in response.

“You are all clear for duty ma’am” He stands up and salutes me.

I laugh “That’s cute Kix but like I said the other day, I have no rank. No need to be formal”.

“I know but it’s a respect thing. I think the rest of the squad feels the same way” he says.

I put my boot and my shin plate back on before hopping off the table. “So are you coming with?” I asked.

“No I’ve got some inventory to do this afternoon, in case we get called out.” He say.

“Alright, Ret’! (Bye/See you)” I salute him before heading out the door.

I step through the door and practically bump into Rex - again.

“We’ve gotta stop doing this” he laughs.

“I guess so” I say trying to hide the fact I feel myself blushing. “What did you come to check on me or something?” I tease.

“Well yeah actually, I figured Kix was probably overreacting but I wanted to make sure. Risky move you pulled earlier” He says rubbing the back on his neck.

He’s cute when he does that…

“Yeah I’m fine, just a bruise” I smile up a him.

“Good” he says.

“Where are you off to now?” I ask

“Reports, I’ve got reports from our last mission to review before they are submitted” He says. It doesn’t take a Jedi to sense his annoyance.

“Anything I can help with?” I offer.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m not sure if you have the clearance to look them over” he says looking disappointed.

“Ohhh, I wonder if that’s something Anakin could get for me? Seems like you could use the help, if I’m not over stepping.”

“I can look into it. The GAR seems to be short on help these days” he perks up some.

“In the mean time let me know if there is anything else I can help you with. I’d like to be more useful than being a combat instructor. Plus I have enjoyed my time getting to know each member of the squad”

After thinking for a moment Rex finally says “Actually if you wouldn’t mind Jesse should be inventorying our weapons in the armory if you want to see if he needs anything”.

“Perfect, I will head that way now” I smile at Rex. “Don’t have too much fun” I look behind me at the Captain who seem to be frozen in place. “Was there something else?” I holler back.

“Uh no, I’d better get going” He says before continuing the opposite direction down the hall.

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I catch up with Jesse in the armory, who I don’t think heard me come in as he didn’t even look my direction.

“Me’vaar it gar? (Sitrep)” I asked caning him to spin around. “Rex sent me this way to see if you wanted any help”

“Oh, yeah I could definitely use help. I am inventorying ammo, blaster of different kinds, grenades, droid poppers-“ he starts before I cut him off.

“Droid poppers?” I ask.

“It’s basically an EMP” he says with a smile.

“Oh right that makes sense” I reply.

I kneel down next to the crate Jesse is looking in when he hands me the data pad. “Here, you read from the list, and I’ll make sure we’ve got them. If not, I might have you run over there and grab whatever we need” He says pointing to some of the cages with a variety of weapons.

During this time I get to know Jesse who is quite honestly a combination of Fives and Echo. He’s smart and strategic but also has that childish attitude from time to time. I feel he better knows the time and place for that better than Fives does though.

When we are done I decide I’d head out into Coruscant for a quick bite. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed my time with the 501st but I need sometime to process my day before heading to bed.

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #star wars clone wars #rex star wars #star wars the clone wars #the clones #rex x you #rex x reader #captain rex x you

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