#i shot someone to remedy this :3

[crows-murder]

#new fic! #it turned a bit crackish but eh #i shot someone to remedy this :3 #duke thomas #jason todd #batman #batfamily #whumptober 2022

[samwisethewitch]

Grocery Store Fire Cider

I try to always have fire cider on hand during the colder months. Fire cider is vinegar infused with warming, expectorant (mucus-clearing) herbs to help clear out gunk from our respiratory system. It's great for clearing up congestion and helping with wet coughs. Since pretty much everyone in my house tends towards wet cold symptoms (congestion/runny nose, coughing up mucus, etc.), we go through a lot of this stuff every cold and flu season.

I take a shot of fire cider as soon as I feel congestion or a wet cough coming on, or if I've been around someone I know is sick. While it doesn't always keep me from getting sick, I do think it helps speed up my recovery and keep my symptoms less severe.

A lot of fire cider recipes online and in herbalism books call for less common herbs that need to be purchased online or from a speciality herb shop. This year, I decided to make a batch with only herbs you can buy cheaply at most grocery stores. Here's the recipe for my fellow herbalists on a budget!

You will need:

A quart mason jar

1 whole head of fresh garlic, peeled and roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of pre-minced jarred garlic

3 knobs of fresh ginger about the size of your thumb, roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of store-bought ginger paste

1 package fresh thyme OR 2 tablespoons dried thyme

1 package fresh sage OR 2 tablespoons dried sage

1 quart apple cider vinegar

There are two methods I've used to make this cider. The traditional method is a slow infusion that takes 2+ weeks, but I've also developed a fast infusion method for when I feel a cold coming on and need a batch of fire cider ASAP.

Traditional Method:

Add your herbs to a clean mason jar. Pour the vinegar over the herbs and fill the jar to the top. Put a lid on the jar. (Vinegar will corrode metal lids, so either use a plastic lid or place a square of parchment paper between your jar and the metal lid.)

Place the jar in a cool, dark place and allow it to infuse for at least 2 weeks and up to 1 month. You can strain the herbs out to store at room temperature, or you can do what I do and store the whole thing in the fridge, herbs and all.

If you leave the herbs in, you can keep this batch of fire cider going all winter by topping the jar up with more vinegar every time it gets below halfway full.

Fast Infusion Method:

Add the herbs to the mason jar like you would for the traditional method. Instead of adding vinegar, fill the jar halfway with boiling water. Let sit for 2-3 hours.

Once the water has cooled down to room temperature, fill the jar the rest of the way with vinegar. Let it sit overnight and then either strain the herbs out or store the whole thing in the fridge.

To use the fire cider, take a shot glassful whenever you feel cold symptoms coming on. If you made your cider with the traditional method, you can dilute it with water if your stomach doesn't handle acid well. You can also mix in some honey to improve the taste.

Please note that fire cider and other folk remedies are not a replacement for medical care. I highly recommend staying up to date on your flu and COVID-19 vaccines in addition to using remedies like this.

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[irisintheafterglow]

hear me out....Hawks hcs with a significant other who has a Chemist/Potion quirk. Like im talking a buncha potion bottles and glasses of little remedies they've made and have yet to test 🙏. Kei would occasionally find her notebook on the counter or table, the notebook being filled with ideas of new mixes or something specifically for healing for Keigo when he comes home injured

Also love your work! Some of the best things I've read have come from your page

good chemistry (pun intended)

cw/tags: fem!reader, established relationship, pet names (my girl, love, baby)

note: YASS YOU ARE COOKING and so is reader!! please excuse any chemistry misrepresentations i got a 2 on the ap chem exam LMAOO. thank you for the love, i hope you enjoy this!!!! been a hot minute since i wrote for keigo and i missed him :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"you've got a visitor."

you startle when your coworker's head peeks into your lab, carefully setting down the beakers of volatilely combustible liquids on the black counter of the bench. she tilts her head to the side, urgently commanding you to check out whatever was making her so concerned. slipping off your gloves and sliding your goggles up on your forehead, you thank her as she opens the door and your jaw hits the floor. talking to an obviously starstruck receptionist was your boyfriend, still in his flight jacket and sunglasses and causing the biggest scene you've witnessed in the office since all might accidentally set off the sprinkler system. golden eyes flick over to you in the doorway and his mouth breaks out into a dazzling smile, one that has your coworker clutching the back of a chair for support.

"there's my girl," he murmurs, embracing you with strong, open arms and a chaste peck on your forehead, right under your goggles. you can feel the jealous eyes of the entire staff, but all keigo only pays attention to you. "you look beautiful today, birdie."

"you're saying that because i have goggle marks on my face, kei," you remark, unfazed, and he shrugs in defeat. red feathers sprinkle onto the floor and you make a note to remind him to recall them before he leaves.

"eh, worth a shot. you're unfortunately immune to my charm, now. just means i have to come up with some new lines." you scoff despite your racing heartbeat. with his stupid superhuman senses, he definitely knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"shouldn't you be on patrol?"

"i am, but i wanted to see you and bask in your radiance," he grins boyishly, running his tongue over a sharp tooth. despite every cell in your body wanting to drag him into the nearest supply closet and kiss him until you're breathless, you're still skeptical about the unexpected visit. his voice drops to a low, private octave that sends goosebumps up your arms. "also, i think you left a certain notebook on the kitchen table." your eyebrows blast off into the ceiling, panic overtaking you as you whirl your head toward your lab where you thought your formula book was.

"oh my god, did someone take-"

"no, baby. you're okay," he reassures you and the notebook magically appears from the depths of his jacket pockets. "i'm glad i picked it up before i left this morning," he chuckles. for good measure, you flip through the worn pages to verify that every experiment was, in fact, still there. exhaling a deep sigh of relief, you meet his gentle gaze with a thankful smile. the pages were worth more to you than any sum of money, since it held all the formulas for the antidotes and counteragents you made for keigo when he was injured.

you'd created it after he asked, between colorful strings of expletives, why getting patched up hurt more than the actual injury. being the loving partner you are, you decided to do something about it. your quirk allowed you to visualize all possible outcomes for a chemical reaction depending on the quantities of reactants and lab conditions. it ensured that every experiment you instigated would be successful, as long as you followed the conditions in your head down to the air temperature of the lab. your recordings in the notebook started as a simple antiseptic that didn't have the sting of store-bought bottles, one that could douse a wound without so much as a flinch from the injured patient. now, you were part of an independent company that created first aid products for heroes to use and distribute during rescues. and, it was all thanks to the oversized chicken-man that slept in your bed.

"whatcha workin' on right now?"

"some stronger eyedrops for eraserhead," you reply, taking his gloved hand and guiding him into your lab. he delicately picks up a few beakers, inspecting their color through the bottom of the glass like a kid in a soda shop.

"like the stuff you put in my eyes when-"

"when you got hit by that smoke quirk, mhmm," you hum, milling about in front of the shelf of chemicals. "if i figure this out, it'll also help when your eyes get dry from flying."

"you mean, when you figure this out," he reminds you, turning you to face him and pulling you close by your hips. he leans into your hand when you card your fingers through his wind-mussed hair, melting against your touch. "there's nothing in this world that you can't do."

"you're a really sappy guy, you know that?"

"i know it, as much as i know that you're never getting rid of me."

"you promise?"

"as long as the birds still fly, baby."

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[hotxcheeto]

Hey girl, how are you?, I would like to ask for an fluff Headcanon on how Shane from The L Word would have a crush on the (G/N)reader, sort of how she would act with the reader and how she would declare herself to the reader, only do this if you feel comfortable , W love <3

━ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Shane McCutcheon x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, slight angst?, pretty much all fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this look so longgggg!!! threw me back into my L Word phase though lmfaooo watching it as I write this.. much love!! &lt;3

Shane has a reputation, let's begin with that

you’re friends so I mean you already knew that part, you didn't have to friends with her to know that either, but it's also what kind of worried you about your growing crush on the girl

It's also what made you keep your feelings at bay, even going so far as to outright ignore them but what you didn't know is that Shane also had them

She isn't clear when her feelings began to arise though, just that the day your ex cheated on you was the day that something changed, obviously, but it didn't have to do just with your breakup

She realized how seeing you talk about your crappy ex and complain after she brought over every breakup remedy she could find to your house made her feel

It made her feel like she could do better because you deserved so much better, you were an amazing friend to her and you were always there and ready to comfort her when she needed

You were so amazing.. and a beautiful person.. and awesome... and oh shit she's attracted you

Like really attracted, and it's pretty obvious to everyone but you

It's like a switch is flipped and suddenly she can't stop staring at you, admiring you, smiling all cheesy when you do something mundane but she just thinks it's so adorable

Imagine folding laundry while Shane eyes you from the other couch while talking, yeah, she's down that bad

You and Dana are probably the only two that can't hear Alice screeching, always the last to know

Smiles so much around you it's insane, and Shane already kind of has this resting smirk face but with you it's not a smirk... it's a corny, wide grin that makes her cheeks hurt

She usually doesn't smile like that either

God it makes her feel dumb

Alice knows and so does Tina who randomly starts pushing you towards romance and trying a bit too hard to figure your type

Alice even made a questionnaire for you to get you back into dating but everyone shut it down as soon as the first three questions came out

Shane is also naturally touchy, but with you it's like it rises to a thousand

If you all ever sit down, she's sitting beside you even if she's gotta pull up a chair, making an excuse that she doesn't feel like walking around the table

The excuse is for you, everyone just raises their eyebrow

Shane will then probably put her hand on your leg whether it be your knee or thigh, doesn't matter and she does it sweetly without a second thought

Or maybe there's a million thoughts and she's internally panicking to read your reactions and glancing over at Alice a thousand times who only shrugged

You acted normally, Shane felt defeated, like a fucking toy soldier, or at least that's how it was described to the rest of the ladies

She also sits extremely close to you, like shoulders hitting each other type of close but that's just because she likes seeing you get flustered and giggle when she whispers shit to you to tease you or make fun of someone in public

She'll even talk to you before her morning shot, that's when you know it's serious

Shane also likes to pay for you, kind of forces it on you if we're being honest, she just throws the money on the table and grabs you to leave while your not even sure what's happening until you're out the door

She just wants to take care of you, you're her sweet, pretty, thoughtful friend after all, mind as well make sure you're well taken care of

You sure take care of her when she's having girl troubles, which makes it even harder for her to tell you

Besides she likes seeing you get fake angry about her always covering the bill

Will platonically hold your hand, because y'know, you're besties, everyone in the group does it, obviously you guys would do it too

But something happens during all the hand holding and hang outs and Shane starts getting closer, testing the waters if you will, she's confident

But she's also terrified of fucking up your friendship cause y'know, she adores you

Taking a chance though is something she specializes in and so she does, getting more romantic and breaking away with the platonic friendship bullcrap

Kissing your cheek when leaving, always having an arm around you ( more than usual ), giving you little kisses on your forehead or neck while laying in bed while just 'hanging out'

It was a small affectionate habit but becomes more frequent and you definitely notice but much to Shane's displeasure you don't say a thing

At first you think it's just Shane being Shane until the other ladies start asking if you guys are a thing and you just think they're being ridiculous, Shane acts like she has a thing for everyone

Doesn't help you both are so close all the time but that's because you're best friends

It makes you really confused and you even start to accidentally distance yourself from her to try and help to feelings ease

Whatever feelings those are because you're still not entirely sure what you're feeling

So Shane does what Shane thinks she should do

Panics and calls the entire group together because who the fuck else is gonna tell her to shut up and get her act together

She wants to ask you out but let's be honest, it's you and not some random hook up that went too far, you're her best friend and if this gets screwed up...

In her mind it's make or break

Alice leads the entire conversation by telling Shane to just ask you out because the worst you could say was no

So there Shane goes, ready to knock on your door with an entire speech made up in her head but as soon as you open it she just blanks

Completely forgets what Tina and Bette told her to say, all of Dana and Alice's advice and every detail Kit had added to sweeten it up

Blushed when you laughed and invited her in and then it all just comes out like a mess of words

You're just nodding along until the weight of what she was saying really fell on you and you just go silent

It was an entire declaration wrapped up in a few seconds before you both just stared at each other wide-eyed

You don't talk about either, it just kind of turns into a really messy make-out session that ends in a fit of giggles and a small chat about her little hype sesh before she got there

Let's just say you found that amusing

#shane mccutcheon x reader #shane x reader #shane mccutcheon #the l word #nevy writes

[byuljoonie]

M.list for byuljoonie

⤷ Hi lovelies, I’ve finally made a long overdue masterlist for your convenience! It’ll be updated after every story post so that I won’t get behind on updating it. I put a few coming soon stories on here so you guys can know my drafts are never empty! Thank you for enjoying my writing, especially my earlier pieces that are not that good:3 Requests are open and AO3 link at the end. Ily♥︎ -dubu☆

⁀➴ Kim Namjoon

one-shots:

☾ Moonlight {5.1k} { fluff, smut // growing tension, boyfriend material, desperation }

⤷ namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft. Myg {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Jhs (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ A First Meeting {0.1k, fluff}

☾ Sesame Syrup {0.2k, fluff}

☾ Virgo’s Groove {coming soon, smut}

☾ Church Girl {coming soon, smut}

☾ Valentine {0.7k, fluff}

⁀➴ Kim Seokjin

one-shots:

☾ Cozy {6.7k} { fluff, smut // coworkers to lovers, slice of life, slow burn, OfficeWorker!AU, dom!seokjin }

⤷ you hate me, because you want me…

⁀➴Min Yoongi

one-shots:

☾ Never Goodbye {3.3k} { fluff, angst, smut // slice of life }

⤷ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft.knj {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

Drabbles:

☾ Freek-a-leek { hard smut // coming soon }

⤷Tell me what you want…

⁀➴Jung Hoseok

one-shots:

☾ 6 Inch {4.2k} { fluff, slight smut, yearning // friends to lovers? }

⤷ your best friend convinces you to attend a launch party, without mentioning the presence of a certain someone.

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Knj (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Heart 2 Heart {1.3k, fluff}

⤷TA!Hoseok

☾ Habanera (coming soon, smut)

⤷ Si je t’aime, prend garde á toi

☾ A Helping Hand (0.3k, smut)

⤷ need a hand?

⁀➴Park Jimin

one-shots:

☾ Pussy Fairy {2.3k} { smut // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷ read the title…

☾ Cherry Airhead {2.3k} { smut, ftl // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷you want a piece?

⁀➴Kim Taehyung

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.jjk {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

☾ Blue night |02|

⤷ (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Plastic off the sofa {1.7k, smut}

⤷ prologue (coming soon)

⁀➴Jeon Jungkook

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.kth {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

Drabbles:

☾ ☆ {2k, smut}

☾ ♡ {1k, smut}

☾ ♢ {1k, teasing}

☾ ♧ {0.6k, smut}

☾ ♤ {1.1k, smut}

☾ Art Deco {coming soon, smut}

Other than BTS

Ateez

one-shots:

Jyh

☾ Can’t get enough of you (coming soon)

Anime

one-shots:

Gojo Satoru

⤷ (coming eventually)

Actors

Drabbles:

Pedro Pascal

☾ Brooklyn Baby {0.4k, fluff}

AO3

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[blueroan-equestrian]

Yawne pt 3

@Isazelhmann

I’m order to explain something’s without having a long explanation…. I made reader a little sheltered soooooooo yup going to be a part 4 now

Aonung kept looking over at me as we worked on fixing up the old nets. “Ma Aonung, you are staring at me… why do you stare?”

He smirked, “Because you glow my darling.”

I rolled my eyes, “You are full of it you know?”

He leaned in for a kiss and I gladly gave it, “You are and you know…it’s mating season… I will start my rut soon and surely I will fill you with child soon.”

“Mating season? Seriously?”

His eyebrows shot up, “Yes… how sheltered are you? Do you know what a rut is?”

“Well… if that’s real does it effect you physically? I never noticed anything different in the village back home.”

He smirked, “There are remedies just like there are remedies for your heat… and if you have time some of those remedies can be quite fun.”

Suddenly I my confusion turned into shyness, “have you ever participated in the fun ones?”

He buried his nose into my throat, peppering it with kisses, “I have… but don’t worry I never went all the way with any one… just hand jobs and blow jobs… temporary fixes really…”

I straightened up feeling a tinge of jealousy, “you’ve done sexual acts with other women?”

He reached out to run his hand through my hair, “I have. But to be fair… I was in rut. I have not only have had sex with you but done so outside of my rut. You have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you. Look at me Yawne.” I do and am met with a sympathetic smile, “Rut is a painfully strong urge to breed. I… I wasn’t always good about being prepared for it… I sometimes forget to take the medicine my mother gave me before it hit… it was just quick releases. I’m the next chief… it wasn’t hard to find someone who would help with the urges… it meant nothing to me, just a means of an end of an uncomfortable state that I was in.”

“Rut… is like being in heat?”

“Sorta but where you have a week twice a year, I have a month once a year…”

“What if my heat doesn’t start until after your rut?”

“You were really sheltered, weren’t you? It will more than likely start, our bodies are in sync. That being said we could still get pregnant outside our breeding cycles, it’s just not as easy. Seriously though have you never had this explained? You have brothers.”

I shrugged, “not really… we barely had the mating talk.”

He laughed, “my sweet innocent girl, you weren’t prepared for this… well if we choose to go through it, I will tell you that it will be a little rough. Have I gone through the full thing? No. Have I gone through someone’s heat? Also no… but I have had this talk when it first started.”

“Do you…. Want to go through it?” I questioned tentatively.

“It’s the best way to get pregnant. Almost sure fire.” He nodded fixing another knot in the line.

“So you have thought about this a lot?”

“Of course, ever since we talked about having babies.”

I paused to focus on him, “How will we manage your… urges? I haven’t ever forgotten my medication for my heat so I don’t know what to expect from either of us.”

He shifted, “Well we will need someone to help with the hunting. You suck at it, no offense, and I won’t be able to.”

“… what if we prepare with dry rations? My brothers and your sister can fill in when needed… though will you really want to eat? I am told when heat hits women we don’t want anything other than… hence why I never forgot to take my medicine.” I trailed off.

“No but we will need to eat, and while you aren’t in heat, you will need to make sure I do eat… whether or not I want to. Don’t let me touch you unless I have eaten at least once a day until you hit your heat. Then we will fuck each other’s brains out for a solid week and then depending on where I am on my rut, you might have to continue with the force feeding, until I come off it…”

“We can’t just give you the medicine?”

“No, I will be too far in for it to work unless we start at the same time or maybe three days apart tops and I doubt we will be so lucky. But drying our food is a good idea. Tomorrow I will get started on our perseves.”

…..

“Aonung… are you alright?” I questioned as my husband stumbled in with his skin glistening.

His stare was predatory, “Let me touch you baby.”

My eyebrows shot up, “Is this the rut?”

It was clear that he was fighting to collect himself, “Yes Baby, please touch me, let me touch you.”

“After dinner, okay?” I said hesitantly.

He stalked forward dropping his loincloth, “please just touch me, it’s been hard all day and I have had to finish getting our perseveres.”

I rolled my eyes, “sit your ass down, and eat, dinner is ready. I will give you a hand job as we eat, I suppose.”

He plopped down quickly taking the bowl I handed him, “thank you baby!”

He ate as he bucked his hips into my hand that stroked his length. I kept an eye on him as I ate my own food and stroked him with my free hand. He only seemed to be a little feral but I would learn that this is just the beginning.

As soon as I got up to clear the table his hands were roaming my body freely. I tried to get started on cleaning but his hands pulled back my hips, discarded my loincloth and quickly inserted himself into me. I yelped in surprise, “Aonung! What are you doing? I need to clean.”

“I need relief. You can clean while I am inside of your pretty pussy.”

“This is going to be a long month, isn’t it?” I grumble.

…

My heat hit and Aonung reacted to it like I was his air. His lips worshipped my skin as his teeth left bruises behind. His hands held onto my hips with bruising force as he slammed his thick length into me. We rarely disconnected while we were both in our states. The pleasure was intoxicating. I was enraptured with the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. The feeling of him engulfed me and still it wasn’t enough. He had filled me so many times that his essence was unable to be contained inside me.

When I finally came down, my body ached and I felt disconnected even with him still inside of me. I whined as I took a moment to come back to reality from the fog. I kept my legs slack and to the sides as I allowed my brain to focus. I let him finish before cooing, “Ma Aonung, please, I need you to pull out. I need to get cleaned up and rest.”

He paused for a moment but he complied. He only had a few more days on his rut and he was coming back down. I had to clean everything but it was worth it because I was pregnant.

Part 4

#aonung smut #aonung x female reader #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x y/n #avatar #avatar smut

[nadinebrooks]

Hello!! Can you do a couple head cannons with hufflepuff reader x Draco and a hufflepuff reader x Cedric (separate),maybe some Yule ball head cannons too only if you want to though (: if not just wanted to let you know I love your writing and your understanding of the characters is just incredible <3

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Cedric Diggory x Reader: Blossoming Love

Warnings: I don't believe there is anything.

The start of the school year at Hogwarts was a magical whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. The castle buzzed with energy as students returned to their beloved home away from home. Among those students was (y/n), a warm-hearted and hardworking Hufflepuff entering her sixth year.

Over the past couple of weeks, she was really starting to settle into her schedule. Her favorite class had always been Herbology. She absolutely adored Professor Sprout. 

Professor Sprout’s voice rang through the greenhouse as she attempted to capture the attention of all of her students. 

“Class, for this semester, we will be working on a long-term group project. Each of you will be paired with a partner and before you get too excited, I will be selecting your partners randomly.”

(y/n) exchanged excited glances with her closest friend, Eleanor Wilson, as they silently prayed that they would be partners. Nobody wanted to be partners with someone that they didn’t like or had never talked to.

The professor waved her wand as enchanted parchment soared through the air with names on them. (y/n) watched as a piece glided toward her and she held her breath in anticipation. 

When the parchment landed in her hand, she unfolded it to reveal the name of her partner:

Cedric Diggory.

Eleanor’s eyes widened with surprise as she leaned over (y/n)’s shoulder and looked at the name. She giggled and winked at her friend. 

Cedric wasn’t just any Hufflepuff. He was one of the more charming, talented, handsome guys (y/n) had ever come across during her time at Hogwarts. She thought he was absolutely perfect. However, the two of them had never really gotten a chance to know each other on a more personal level. They were in the same year, but (y/n) always looked at him like an unreachable star in the Hogwarts constellation. 

Cedric slowly gathered his belongings and made his way toward her. Elanor smiled one last time at (y/n) and went to find her partner. 

“Hi (y/n),” He grinned down at her. “I’m actually happy that we’re partners.” 

“Really.” (y/n)’s eyes shot up in surprise. She was a little surprised that he even knew who she was. 

“Yes.” He nodded earnestly. “Usually I end up pairing with one of my friends and that never goes well because I always end up doing all the work. But you don’t have to worry about that, I plan to pull my weight.” 

For the project, the two of them had to explore and document herbal remedies for common magical ailments like burns, insect bites, or minor curses. Then they had to create a detailed pamphlet with instructions.

“Thank you, Cedric. I really appreciate that. I’ve also had my fair share of assignments where I’ve had to do most of the work.” (y/n) told him. And in that moment it seemed as if the two of them decided to pull their weight for the sake of the other one. They decided that the best thing would be to meet every other evening in the library when Cedric didn’t have Quidditch practice. 

(y/n) very quickly learned that Cedric was so much more than just a pretty face. He was intelligent, funny, and above all, he was genuinely interested in their assignment and eager to collaborate. 

As the weeks went by and the project unfolded, Cedric and (y/n) found themselves spending more and more time together. They were even spending time together doing things that had nothing to do with the project.

Even after doing their research in the greenhouse, they would have dinner together or play chess in the common room late at night. Rumors even started floating around the castle but somehow they hadn’t made their way back to them. 

Once when the two of them found themselves alone in the common room, Cedric finally told (y/n) something that he had been wanting to tell her a couple of months ago. She uncovered a side of Cedric that only a few had seen - thoughtful and vulnerable. He found himself confiding in her about his aspirations, insecurities, and his innermost thoughts. 

“You know (y/n), I really do appreciate your company. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.” Cedric’s voice had gone somber. 

“I hope you know that I’m always here to listen.” (y/n) looked over at him with empathy. She couldn’t image how hard it was to be him. 

“Thank you.” His eyes were filled with gratitude. “I like that you treat just like you treat everyone else you come across. You just see me as Cedric and that means a lot.”

Their bond deepened over the course of the semester, and Cedric found solace in sharing his thoughts and worries with (y/n). He began to look forward to not only their meetings but staring at her across the room in Potions or getting to have breakfast with her. It was nice to know that he could be himself without the weight of the spotlight. 

However, their growing friendship did not go unnoticed by Cho Chang. The rumors had made their way back to her. She was someone who had caught Cedric’s eye in the past and even though they weren’t officially dating, she always wanted to a presence in his life. She couldn’t help but feel jealous of the connection (y/n) and Cedric was forging. 

One day, Cho confronted (y/n) while she was sitting out by the Black Lake reading a book.

“Stay away from Cedric.” She hissed dark eyes piercing into (y/n)’s. 

“Cho, there’s no need to worry.” (y/n) was taken aback by Cho’s hostility. “Cedric and I are just friends. I would never try to come between the two of you.” 

“I’ve seen the way you and Cedric have been spending time together. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” 

“We’re just working on a semester long project together.” (y/n) responded completely unfazed by Cho’s hostility.

Cho’s expression softened slightly when she saw that (y/n) was genuine about not wanting to come between the two of them. “You better keep it that way.” 

“Cho, you and Cedric aren’t officially dating.” (y/n) let out a patient sigh that caused Cho’s left eye to twitch. “Besides, I doubt he sees me the same way that he sees you. I’m not as beautiful as you.” 

“Not as beautiful as me?” Cho let out a dark laugh. “I can’t believe you actually think that. Not only are you beautiful on the outside, but Cedric sees your kindness and genuine nature.” 

Deep down, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel that Cho was a vision of grace and beauty. Someone that she could never compare to. There was no way that Cedric thought about her the same way he thought about Cho. 

Despite her insecurities, (y/n) continued to be a supportive friend to Cho. She listened to his hopes and dreams, offered advice when he sought it, and cherished the moments they spent together. Cedric found himself seeking (y/n)’s company more and more.  

As winter approached, the Yule Ball became the talk of the school. It was an event filled with excitement and anticipation. Of course, the idea of the Yule Ball crossed (y/n)’s mind, but she hadn’t given it a ton of thought. Eleanor tried to convince her to mention it to Cedric but after that conversation with Cho, there was no way. 

“You know, (y/n), the Yule Ball is coming up.” Cedric sat down his quill. His hand had started to cramp from writing so much. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?”

“Me?” (y/n) sat her quill down and looked up at him. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Cedric nodded with a warm smile. “I would love to go with you. You’ve been amazing and I can’t imagine a better date.”

“I’d be honored to go with you, Cedric.” (y/n) felt herself grinning. The thought of attending with him made her both nervous and excited. She never considered that someone like Cedric Diggory would ask her. And for second, the two of them felt themselves leaning in. 

The world seemed to fade away as they shared an unexpected moment of intimacy. Their lips met in a tender heartfelt kiss. It was a silent confession of emotions that had grown stronger with each passing day. It was a realization that their bond was more than just friendship. 

“I’ve wanted to do that longer than I care to admit,” Cedric whispered when they pulled away. His cheeks were flushed and both of their hearts were racing. 

Now that their feelings were finally out in the open, the two of them spent the rest of the night working on the project, but not without sneaking glances at the other for the rest of the night. 

#harry potter masterlist #harry potter imagine #harry potter preferences #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric deserved better #cedric diggory

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi!

You can write about Chris mclean x reader, where reader is his maybe assistant. It can take part at season 3 when they are at Yukon.

Thank you <3333

Hellooo! This was absolutely a pleasure to finish writing for on a Saturday. Enjoy my dear! <3333

CHRIS MCLEAN X ASSISTANT! READER AT YUKON ONE SHOT

Lucky for you, you weren’t another host so Chris was somehow nicer to you even though you technically signed up for a job with the same pay grade as an intern.

That doesn’t make sense, but you get it.

You could say that it was a very informal relationship for one you were meant to have with your boss- non-stop teasing, flirting, touching.

No one could ever be immune to his arrogance though.

You grip onto your earmuffs. You felt bad that the teens were shivering to their core, but there was really nothing you could give to help them warm up. Literally, you had nothing good.

The only reason why you had a fur coat was so Chris wouldn’t need to settle for a sick assistant that he’d need to pay remedies for to keep healthy.

After the race is set in motion, said boss turns to you in his perfect jaw,“(Y/NN), my hot chocolate.” 

“Right! One second.” you quickly took out his velvetiser and his branded mug out. You were already warming up just by seeing the steam escape. If only it was yours...

You conquer your devil conscience by obeying his wishes, where you vicarious him wordlessly slurp on it, purposely loud. But you’re good for it.

Temper control was one of the requirements.

You take a minute to look away from him and observe the contestants’ progress. It’d naturally be a while.

Turning back to Chris letting out a sigh of relaxation, you decide to make conversation based on the cold Canada with him,“I heard somewhere that the Arctic is so cold that people don’t shake hands, they brush noses.”

“Wanna practice?” he asks with real vocation. 

“Ooo!” you squint, Yukon air whistling dust,“Are you sure?”

“Why not?”

So you do. You personally felt it to be very awkward, and maybe Chris didn’t understand what practicing this form of greeting would necessitate.

I mean, in order to brush noses, you would have to be right in his face.

Right in the face of your boss.

Your demeaning, self important, sadist of a boss.

His face was already perfect from what you can tell. Reading every equal blade of hair among his chin. Every oxygen happy to breeze through his tanned complexion. Those eyes bearing the perfect aroma of dark chocolate that had bitterly pinched his morals. You on the other hand...

God, you were so certain he could see every part of you, every blocked pore, every flaw you’d normally not mind in the presence of someone like Chris.

You’re afraid he’d call them out, but he doesn’t- instead, he overlaps his attention on yours.

His large goggles lightly collided against your naked vision in unison of your noses changing direction to keep crossing.

“That good, Chris?” you asked, calling it a day.

“Your nose’s salty.”

“Salty?” you immediately believe he’s talking about liberal mucus, which was odd. You didn’t feel any in spite of the cold blazing through your immune system.

What did he mean?

At some point, he pulls you upward by your hand, with his other supporting your spine as you are positioned up to the sky, feeling the largeness of his glove hold you.

“Ooo! Even in this cold, you still insist to be hot?” you think you’re about to dance. Dancing with Chris? In this cold? In what unplanned choreography?

“Can’t help having a face that causes global warming!” his voice as divine as the ball of light hovering above,“You’re enjoying this just as much as I am, arentcha?”

“Mayyyyybe.” you smirk, regaining control over your posture. The challenge was still ongoing.

He holds his staining empty cup out demandingly to you,“Make me more.”

You nod,“M’Lord.” and do just that. This was normal.

Sure, making him a second mug of hot chocolate without the kindness to spare one for you or a thank you wasn’t a big deal, but this pattern can barely speak for all the other monstrosities he put you though in earlier seasons and still reacted as disparage- that bandage around your leg wasn’t there to make you look pretty now, was it?

This was invisible work. Sometimes you wondered why you bother sticking around for so long.

“Fancy sharing some of that with me?” the question comically departs from your dry lips.

His response was nothing different to what you had in mind,“Nah.” nor different to the repeating of his greedy sipping, only this time, some flies onto the side of his mouth. He doesn’t realise.

“Hold still-“ a rare time where it was you giving the command, coming closer to his face again, not to brush your nose, but tongue near his lips to clean that stain.

He’s shocked.

Now you remembered why,“What? I’m your assistant, remember? It’s what I do.” you fiddle with the pom poms at the end of his coat’s strings,“That reminds me... Did you actually order the jackets for the kids?”

“Pshh. No. That’d defeat the purpose.” he shakes his hand dismissively.

See how he got over that? Any other person he’d be scrubbing his face in makeup wipes and vomiting away in the bathroom for the rest of the day.

But you? Never. No way he could ever seriously be worked up over, let alone fire his complementary hype person.

You spend the remainder part of the episode refilling his mug. Though nothing much happened, you felt a change in the air between you and your boss, and safe enough to share a cackling prediction with your colleague Chef that something will happen soon enough, even as a joke.

It’s funny because it’s true.

#chris mclean x reader #tdi x reader #td chris #total drama chris mclean #total drama island chris #td chris mclean x reader #total drama #tdi #chris mclean #request #total drama chris #total drama headcanons

[rosanna-writer]

rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

Summary: Five times Rhys and Feyre stared at the stars (and one time they painted their own). Warnings: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: ~2.2k

This is for @star-captain, my bonus giftee for @acotargiftexchange! I had a lot of fun writing some Feysand stargazing fluff for the fandom's resident astrobiologist <3

And again, a HUGE thank you to the event organizers for all their work putting this together!

You can find it Here on AO3 or under the cut!

Taking girls stargazing worked every time. Rhysand had made countless exes melt over how romantic it was to sit out under the stars, especially when there was just enough of a chill in the night air that they'd cuddle closer as he pointed out constellations one by one.

He should have known it wouldn't work on Feyre.

Really, it had seemed like a miracle that she'd even agreed to go out with him in the first place—Rhys had never met anyone so dead-set on calling him a prick. For a long time, the blush that stained her freckled cheeks every time he'd purred Feyre darling seemed like the most he'd ever get.

But on the drive out to a park far enough from the city to see the stars properly, the conversation had flowed easily between them. Rhys had itched to put his hand on her thigh as she she'd adjusted the radio and jokingly criticized his taste in music the whole way.

Now she'd settled in a camping chair, a light blanket around her shoulders and a thermos of coffee in hand, her head tilted back to look at the sky. Feyre was the most beautiful woman Rhys had ever seen, but somehow, she looked even better in the moonlight, and he was tempted to spend the whole night staring at her and not the stars they'd come to see.

And Rhys suspected if he spent hours just gawking at her, there wouldn't be a second date.

He settled into the chair next to her and started with the same routine he always used when he took someone stargazing. "We're facing north. That bright star directly in front of us is Polaris—"

"I know. And the Big Dipper is right there," Feyre said pointing.

So she'd done this before, then. Rhys relaxed, glad that he wouldn't spend half the night mapping out the basics of the night sky. He would have done it gladly for Feyre, but there were better ways to spend a rare perfectly clear night providing a tutorial.

"Which is your favorite?"

As she started telling him about Orion's belt Feyre's smile was bright enough to light up the entire night. Rhys hung on her every word, memorizing exactly why she'd always loved the hunter, because there was nothing that seemed more important than knowing her inside and out.

By the end of the night, Rhys was sure he was going to marry her some day.

***

Feyre woke to the feather-light brush of Rhys's fingers in her hair. Making a low noise in the back of her throat, she buried her face deeper into the pillow. He chuckled, sweeping his thumb along her cheek.

"I know the bed is comfortable, but I promise the surprise is worth waking up for," he said softly.

Feyre cracked open one blue-grey eye. "There's a surprise?"

"When it's your birthday and the longest night of the year? Of course."

Feyre sat up slowly, pulling the quilt with her. She blinked at Rhys owlishly, taking in the layers he was dressed in. Only an hour before, he'd been in bed with her, wearing nothing at all. "Are we…going somewhere?"

"Yes, stargazing. So bundle up."

Feyre shot out of bed like a cannonball and dug out one of Rhys's sweatshirts from the closet. "I didn't think you'd want to go," she said, shrugging it on over her t-shirt.

"Last year, you said no one would go on your birthday because December was too cold."

"You remembered that?"

Rhys wasn't sure he could have forgotten—she'd looked so heartbroken over something easily remedied by a good coat, thick socks, and hand warmers. The temperature might have plunged, but they'd been lucky enough to have another clear night, as if the stars wanted to shine their brightest on Feyre's birthday.

And beyond that, he'd been panicking for months over what to do for her first birthday since they'd started dating. She'd struggled to accept gifts gracefully for as long as he'd known her, and he hated seeing her stammer and insist whatever she'd been given was too much.

But Feyre didn't need to know how long he'd been agonizing for. He picked at an invisible piece of lint on his sweater as she rooted around in a drawer for a hat. "There isn't much about you that's easy to forget."

An hour later, they'd managed to get the telescope set up, even with their hands wrapped up in thick gloves. Their breath made clouds in the air as they took turns adjusting it and peering up at the stars.

By the time they tumbled back into bed, the sun had nearly risen. It had taken the last of Feyre's energy to peel off her coat and all the layers under it, and she'd nearly fallen back to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Rhys's arms banded around her, pulling her close as she whispered, "This was the best birthday I can remember."

***

After nearly a year of dating, they'd planned their summer travel around the Perseids. The late-August heat cooled off enough to make nights perfectly comfortable for watching the annual meteor shower. For months, Feyre had been looking forward to getting out of the city and watching it with Rhys.

But of course, a summer thunderstorm had gotten in the way of their plans.

In the days leading up to the trip, Rhys had been watching the weather obsessively, fretting over every last change in the predicted cloud cover. More than once, Feyre had nudged him to stop refreshing the page and just come to bed.

In the end, they'd decided not to cancel. Partial cloud cover, chance of rain low. It seemed worth risking it for the chance to watch shooting stars streak across the sky all night.

But the cloud cover turned out to be quite a lot worse than just partial. They'd only just gotten settled when a storm rolled in, and the rain began to pour.

Rhys and Feyre packed up their things in record time and made a mad dash back to the car. Feyre sighed with relief once they were out of the rain—only to shriek in surprise at the droplets that hit her as Rhys shook his head like a dog.

"Sorry," he said, pushing a wet lock of hair out of his eyes.

Feyre shrugged. "It's not as if I was dry anyway."

Now that she'd caught her breath, she let her gaze roam over him. Rhys's t-shirt had been stark white against his warm brown skin, and now it clung to his chest, the swirling tattoos that covered it showing through the material.

He was beautiful, and sometimes Feyre couldn't believe her luck that he was hers.

Even if he was smirking at her as if he could read her thoughts.

In the end, they'd attempted to salvage the evening by finding a place to eat. Not that there were many options this late. It took a while to find a place that stayed open all night, a diner called Rita's that seemed to be the only one for miles.

They were still waterlogged when the waitress showed them to their table. Feyre caught the hungry stares at Rhys and had nearly growled a warning to back off. Something in his eyes glittered.

When they were alone in their booth, he'd leaned in close and whispered, "You know I'm yours and yours alone, Feyre darling."

She'd shivered, not just because of the cold air on her wet skin.

***

Feyre hadn't thought much about how entwined their lives had felt until the solar eclipse was approaching. Hotels in the path of totality filled up well in advance—years in advance, even. But somehow, it didn't feel like wishful thinking to assume she'd be going with Rhys.

And she'd been right, of course. They shared a townhouse now, and Rhys was the person she came home to every day. I f Feyre had her way, that would be true for the rest of her life.

So a few weeks before the trip, Feyre found herself buying a ring.

By some miracle, she'd kept it hidden for weeks, tucked away in the back of a closet and the pocket of her coat. Throughout the drive, checking into their hotel, and dinner, Rhys hadn't seemed to suspect a thing.

But still, as darkness fell the next day and the moon moved in front of the sun, Feyre's heart leapt into her throat. She couldn't imagine he'd say no, but….a small part of her still worried Rhys might.

Her fingers curled around the box in her pocket, clutching it as if to steady herself. She took a deep breath and watched the sky through the tinted glasses they'd bought for the occasion.

Rhys's fingers brushed her other hand. The moon was nearly directly in front of the sun. It was now or never. Feyre dropped to one knee, pulling the box from her pocket, and tugged on Rhys's hand for his attention.

Only to find that he'd just done the same thing.

For a moment, they just stared at each other in shock, both kneeling with a ring in hand, then burst into laughter. Feyre launched herself into Rhys's arms.

"Should I take that to mean the answer is yes?" he said, kissing her.

"Of course it is."

"So is mine, if that wasn't obvious."

***

Eloping in the middle of the night was tempting. And with every frustration over finding a caterer and a photographer and a baker and every other task that seemed to be piling up as the wedding approached, it seemed even more tempting.

But they'd both been far too set on the idea of a ceremony in a planetarium to let all the planning to go waste.

Feyre tilted her head back and looked up at the stars as she waited to walk down the aisle. The planetarium had arranged them to replicate the sky on the first night they'd gone stargazing together. Just as she had then, she found Polaris with ease, right above the altar where Rhys was waiting for her.

Her worries about tripping on her dress or stumbling over the words in her vows melted away. Like so many had before her, Feyre looked up at the stars and knew with certainty exactly where to find home.

The rest of the day felt like a dream—when the music started, Feyre felt as if she'd floated down the aisle, pulled to Rhys by a string nestled next to both their hearts. In some ways, they'd always belonged to each other, but declaring it in front of their loved ones had her nearly glowing with happiness.

***

Long before the pregnancy test had come back positive, they'd both known the nursery would be covered in stars. And once they'd heard the name Nyx, Rhys and Feyre had agreed that nothing else sounded quite right.

Feyre had resolved to paint the nursery ceiling well before she started showing and standing too long on swollen feet became impossible. As early as possible, she'd bought several cans of glow-in-the-dark paint and printed out a map of the stars.

Rhys leaned against the doorframe and watched her—the meticulous way she painted each star, her tongue peeking out from between her lips as she focused, and the delicate curve of her fingers around the paintbrush. Given the opportunity, he could watch Feyre paint for hours.

When her concentration finally broke, he said, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

"Do you mind opening the can of paint near my feet?"

He did as she asked, stepping closer to pick up the can of paint that was sitting next to the ladder. As Rhys pried the lid open, flecks of paint splattered across his face. He blinked in surprise, and Feyre giggled.

Rhys went to wipe the paint from his face, but Feyre said, "Wait, no! Not yet."

She climbed down the ladder and crossed the room to turn off the lights. The paint began to glow, making Rhys look like he was covered in stardust.

He tipped his head back to admire the half-finished mural on the ceiling. "It's already beautiful."

"You think so?" Feyre came closer, wrapping an arm around his waist as she surveyed her work. Mapping the sky had been a meticulous, painstaking process, but she could see the final result beginning to come together. It would be worth it, if only just to have the soft glow illuminating midnight feedings when Nyx arrived.

"Everything you make is beautiful." Rhys pressed a kiss to her temple, which distracted Feyre enough that she didn't notice his fingers dipping back into the can of paint. He flicked some onto her, so she looked like she was covered in stardust, too.

"Rhysand," she squeaked, moving to wipe the paint away.

He caught her wrist before she could. "Don't. It looks like your freckles are glowing."

Feyre started to say that if he wasted any more of the paint, she'd be sending him back to the craft store, but the way he was looking at her stole her breath. Rhys leaned in to kiss her, under the stars as always.

#feysand #feysand and nyx #rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hero x villain snippet inspired by this dynamics please <3

“Funny. You’re very funny,” the villain said smoothly, almost purring it. Their face suggested something like empathy but their actions were far from it. Twirling their knife, they took a step closer. “You think someone will come to save you, don’t you?”

“I…” The superhero tried to move but being handcuffed to a seat had the nasty characteristic of holding them back.

“What? Just because you’re the boss? That’s why you think they’ll come?” the villain asked, leaning over them. “Let me tell you a secret. No one likes you.”

The villain watched as their enemy’s sweat ran down their temple. Their left eye was twitching. God, this was pure comedy. It was a remedy. The superhero was like a poisonous and weak king in the chess game of the city.

And it felt so good to have them at the villain’s mercy. The villain wanted to crush them under their boots until nothing was left of them but gore.

“You keep my hero at work,” the villain said, their blade gently scraping the superhero’s skin. “I see them barely. They come home late at night.”

The superhero swallowed, staying silent. The villain saw the fear mirroring in their eyes.

“Babe.” The villain turned around upon hearing the most beautiful voice in the world, instantly looking at their lover. The hero walked carefully into the living room of their shared home— their hair still wet from the rain outside. “Did you kidnap my boss?”

The villain simply stared their hero up and down, looking at their gorgeousness in their oversized raincoat. As their eyes went over the hero, they completely forgot about the question.

“Wha…”

“Babes. We’ve been through this a couple of times already. No kidnappings in the house,” the hero reminded them. They looked at the superhero, frowning. “Boss, I’m sorry—”

“Can I kill them?” the villain asked suddenly, still twirling their knife in their hand.

“What?” The hero shot around, their full attention now on the villain.

“Please, baby. You cannot kill them and now they know too much. So just let me take them out with the trash, okay?”

The hero took a deep breath.

“Babe,” they tried calmly again. “No. We let them go. Why did you kidnap them anyway?”

“I don’t like your work schedule.”

“Ah.”

Totally reasonable motive.

#BAHAHHAHAHAHAHSHSH #i am dying #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #superhero #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[jeewrites]

Hold Fast - Sneak Peek!

Rating: 18+ MDNI (no smut in sneak peak)

A/N: For my first Frankie Friday I'm posting a sneak peek to my first fan fic Hold Fast (a one-shot? part one? possibly more?). Thank you to @vyduan for being my beta and my write or die! Grateful to everyone who voted in my poll and @katareyoudrilling for encouraging me to post. Full piece coming Friday, Feb 16th!

Tags: no y/n, gymbff!Benny, reader is a powerlifting girlie described as short, Tom is alive unfortunately (we hate Tom), Tom owns a bar, Pope owns a gym, alcohol, brief body insecurity and Frankie being down on himself, swearing (I'm new to this so please lmk if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 591 of ~3.9k

Benny was surprised to see you walk into Pope's one night an hour before closing since you always trained in the mornings. You had given him a short head nod instead of your usual big smile before stalking to a platform and slamming your bag down. 

"Yooooo, everything ok?" he asks as he walks over. 

"Does it look like I'm okay," you huff, aggressively wrestling your knee sleeves on. Glancing at him, you immediately apologize when he hesitates and takes a step back.

"Sorry, Benny. I'll be a lot better after I pick up some heavy things and put them down."

"Might help if you want to talk about it?" he ventures leaning against the barbell.

You finish tying your squat shoes before looking at him again with dejected eyes and sighing. 

"I just went on a crappy date with a guy from one of those dating apps," you sigh again. "He spent the whole time talking about himself and how much he works out. Then he had the fucking audacity to question me when he asked how much I could lift."

"Fucking asshole!" Benny feels himself getting steamed. 

"He just stormed out of the restaurant and left me with the bill when I refused to change my answer," you shrug, but Benny sees your jaw tick. "Apparently, I squat and deadlift more than he does and he couldn't date someone who could do that." You roll your eyes and huff.

"WTF! What a total loser. You don't need a guy like that who doesn't appreciate you," Benny replies incensed. He sees your face fall for a moment, eyes downcast and tight.

"I just — I've been trying to put myself out there again and it sucks," you mumble, cheeks flush with embarrassment. "It's also been kinda lonely since I moved here, and I guess I could just use more friends, too."

"I'M YOUR FRIEND!" 

"Yeah, my gym friend! We don't do anything outside of this hot, sweaty box Benny," you remind him with a small smile and playful shove to get him off your barbell. 

Benny decides this is completely unacceptable and immediately remedies this by inviting you to the next hangout with him and his ex-Delta Force friends at Redfly's, a local bar nearby. "You know Pope and Will already," he reassures, "Tom's the owner of the bar and he's an asshole, but he's our asshole. And there's Catfish — we call him Fish for short. We've been trying to get him to come work out here, but he's been busy with his new pilot job for the hospital. And he shares custody of his 3-year-old daughter with his ex."

He could see your brain turning over all the information he was throwing at you. You don't seem to react either way to the news that Fish has an ex and a daughter. As you adjust the bar height you respond, "You sure? Don't want to crash a regular thing that you have with your guys."

"Nah, it'll be great! They'll love you!" Benny's determined to get you to come. 

You hand him your phone. "Well... okay. Text me the details?"

With your phone in hand, Benny puts his number in to text himself and then convinces you to show him your dating profile. Between sets of squats you both take turns swiping on possible matches, Benny teasing you on your picks. Ever observant, Benny notices your preference for profiles with tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed photos. As you work through your next set, Benny sneaks his phone out and immediately texts Fish.

#frankie morales x you #frankie x reader #frankie morales fanfic #triple frontier #frankie catfish morales #benny miller #happy frankie friday #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal characters

[breninarthur]

almost - an'da/kallian

rated g, 1048 words. awkwardness, embarrassment, sickfic (kinda).

for oc kiss week! an'da eolasa belongs to @about2dance - i hope you like it <3

It had been almost three weeks since Kallian fell ill. Almost three weeks of nobody knowing what exactly was wrong with her. 

She’d been bedridden, delirious, experiencing hot and cold flashes, waking up in cold sweats and screaming from pernicious nightmares… and the pain. Each day was a countdown to when her next migraine would hit, or her knee would lock up, or her skin felt as though it had been sunburned twice over.

And each day, An’da would come.

She tried every remedy she knew, and when they ran out, she invented new ones. Though they hadn’t gotten to the bottom of Kallian’s illness yet, An’da always knew how to alleviate the pain. Spindleweed for the intermittent fevers, Prophet’s Laurel leaves for the headaches, an elfroot salve for the skin, heat for the joints when ice didn’t work… it was endless, but the only thing that felt like a chore was the not knowing. It was frustrating, caring for someone without being able to make the hurt go away permanently.

But she was working on it.

“An’da,” Kallian grinned as the healer walked into the room that would likely have a permanent medicinal scent to it after all the herbs she’d used.

“How are you feeling?” she asked with a warm smile. Her friend looked much better than she had. Pale, but lucid and not screaming crying, which was an incredible improvement.

“Better,” Kallian said, sighing happily. “A little bored, maybe. I was thinking I could probably pop down to the training grounds, help the newer recruits with—”

“Absolutely not,” An’da cut across, raising an eyebrow. There was no heat to her words, just as there had been no sincerity in Kallian’s. She was merely pushing her luck, as usual.

“Fine.” Kallian sighed dramatically, slumping back and rolling her eyes, a faint smile still tugging at her lips. “I suppose you’ll just have to keep me entertained, then.”

An’da chuckled. “And how should I do that?”

Kallian seemed to falter at that. Her eyes flicked back and widened just a fraction. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but changed her mind at the last minute.

“Oh, it looks like your flush is back,” An’da muttered, leaning closer to inspect the red in her cheeks and gently touch her forehead.

“No, it’s just…” Kallian laughed weakly, trailing off. Her eyes darted between An’da’s for a moment, wide and panicking for some reason.

“Are you alright?” An’da asked her quietly, furrowing her brow as she searched Kallian’s face.

“Yes!” she yelped, brushing her hand away suddenly and bolting upright. “You know what, I think I just need to get moving. Could you help me up, please?”

An’da tried to protest, but Kallian was already on the move, swinging her legs out of bed with grunts of effort and gritted teeth. An’da’s hands shot out to hold her steady, cupping her elbows as Kallian swayed on her feet and clutched at her friend’s shoulders.

“Maker…” Kallian whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“What? What for?”

“I was just trying to get away from you,” she muttered, shaking her head.

An’da blinked in surprise and hurt, taking a step back. Had she done something wrong? Was she being too overbearing? Maybe the Warden wanted to heal on her own terms, or—

“Not like that!” Kallian blurted out, her eyes snapping open again. “It’s… I just… I’m… ugh!”

She held An’da tighter, and looked into her eyes as if that was enough, as if the words wouldn’t come any other way. But An’da looked lost. Kallian sighed.

“These past few weeks… well, before that, really, this just sort of… look, I’m just trying to say… I-I think you’re amazing, An’da. You’re kind, and talented, and beautiful, and…”

An’da’s mind went blank. Her cheeks flooded with heat and her mouth opened wordlessly. When she’d decided to take care of Kallian, she’d considered the possible outcomes. The Grey Warden was notoriously stubborn, she seemed the type to refuse treatment and bedrest. People said she was grumpy, and not the type to follow orders, especially when those orders were to do nothing.

This had never been on the cards.

“Am I mental?” she continued. “Or do you… I don’t know, see something in me too?”

Did she? Memories rapidly flicked through An’da’s mind. Kallian laughing hysterically at one of Varric’s jokes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Kallian crying, helplessly clinging to An’da as her body was wracked with pain. Kallian’s ferocity on the battlefield, grinning with blood on her teeth. Kallian and the softness she’d only showed her dog, until recently.

“I…”

What was she supposed to say? Yes? Was that even the truth?

Kallian nudged forwards, ever so slightly.

An’da was frozen.

Kallian’s eyes darted down to her lips and back. She waited, as though she were asking permission but hadn’t the bravery to voice her intentions.

An’da didn’t know what to say, couldn’t say anything, but found herself paying attention to how Kallian’s tongue darted out for a split second before she was leaning in again.

Closer, closer, and An’da’s eyes fluttered shut.

Their noses brushed, and that was enough.

This was wrong.

“I can’t,” An’da said sternly, stepping back while making sure the other elf wasn’t about to topple over. “You aren’t well, Kallian. It… wouldn’t be appropriate.”

To say the least.

Kallian nodded weakly. “Right… sorry.”

“It’s—”

“No, you’re right, you’re right. Creators, that was bold, wasn’t it?” she laughed, feeble and forced. She wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Maybe I really do need rest.”

An’da smiled gently as Kallian nervously twisted the ring on her finger. “We can talk properly when you’re feeling better.”

She helped the Warden back into bed, who kept apologising profusely despite An’da’s assurances that it was alright.

“I’ll see you later,” the healer murmured, as she shut the door behind her.

She paused for a minute as she processed everything that happened. It was… confusing, and too much to think about all in one go. Besides, though Kallian seemed better, there was no guarantee that whatever had been ailing her was gone. There was still work to do.

As An’da set off towards the herb gardens, she couldn’t help but smile at the muffled groan of embarrassment that came from Kallian’s room.

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#ockiss24 #dragon age #tabris #sickfic #warden tabris #my writing #kallian tabris #an'da eolasa #op

[pinkeoni]

Click to read my long and rambly complex feelings on Rovickie below

Wanting to defend Rovickie in any capacity is a little tiring because it always has to come with the disclaimer that the ship is underwritten and Vickie herself is greatly underdeveloped, because, well, this assertion is true. Rovickie is so poorly developed that Maya Hawke herself said she would have rather Robin’s story just stick to being about friendship and the majority of the fanbase ship Robin with someone she isn’t going to be wuth, and I can’t even blame any of them because of how poorly handled her actual love interest was.

But at the same I kinda can’t help but root for them despite their mismanagement. I like the energy Amybeth McNulty brought to Vickie despite her writing, and I also like the idea of Robin’s “dream girl” that she can barely talk to being a band nerd as awkward as she is. (yes Vickie being a copy of Robin is an issue, but at the same time I like the idea of similar people gravitating toward each other 🤷🏼‍♀️)

I remember reading a post that the Duffers kinda shot themselves in the foot with Vickie. There doesn’t seem to be a way to develop her without shifting attention away from someone else, but now that she’s here, it would be bad if they didn’t give her any development at all. This show has a problem with introducing more characters than it can carry and failing to give development to some of its OGs. Robin herself being one of these characters. Is Vickie a character that can only be remedied by going back in time and remedying writing mistakes of the past? (btw I’m not saying that Robin shouldn’t be on the show, but the show needed serious structural remodeling in season 3 in order to balance all of these characters, and it’s hard to imagine if it’ll be handeled well in season 5)

Earlier in this post you might have noticed that I threw a jab at the other Robin ship, which I have expressed my feelings on before. I don’t want to spend too much time dissing them here because I do understand that sapphic ships often get unnecessary hate for sheer fact that they are sapphic.

So I’ll just be point blank: I don’t think ronance is going to happen. I don’t think Nancy is queer, I don’t think that their interactions are romantic, but hey if you wanna read it that way more power to you. If the fanbase is far more into a ship that won’t happen more than the ship that is supposed to be intended to happen then this is a pitfall of the writers. And like I said before, I understand why people prefer ronance considering that rovickie is so poorly developed. They would rather Robin’s love interest be someone that she had more development with.

But I also wouldn’t want ronance to happen because I think it would be shitty to introduce a queer character to be a love interest and then completely give her the shaft. But at the same time Vickie’s writing is already shitty because of her poor development.

Sometimes you see people (milevens) on twitter saying that byler shippers don’t care wlw ships, and this isn’t an argument even worth appealing to because they are just saying this in good faith, they are saying this just to push buttons. Sometimes when an audience doesn’t engage with a sapphic ship the responsibility is placed solely onto the audience, and not the creators who have failed the sapphic ships of the show. (I’m not saying that people who ship ronance ship it for this reason, but I am saying that I don’t want to ship a wlw ship for the purpose proving that I support wlw ships)

So I guess I actually mourn Rovickie. It’s not dead, but it’s not as good as it could have been and it probably won’t be. There’s the slightest chance of the Duff’s proving me wrong, so maybe I’ll hold on to that tiny sliver of hope.

#idk if i wanna actually tag any of the ships mentioned here #even if im saying that i like rovickie im also saying ‘their writing is shitty’ so i dont know if they want that in their tag #truly the definition of mid arent they #stranger things #🪶

[thewolfisawake]

1. does your muse enjoy watching the stars?

They don't dislike it but they're not super jazzed about it either.

2. does your muse have any long-term, life plans?

Sadly, their own long-term plan has been plotting alongside their father and seeking opportunity for their revenge. Eriskyne has never considered their life outside of this.

3. how does your muse manage strong emotions?

In a sense, they are numb to strong emotions. They've bit down their rage, their sadness, the complexities of themselves to a point they feel...nothing. Not anything strongly. They can't recall feeling anything outside of annoyance, which is honestly more reflecting. It would take them by surprise to have anything strong enough to break their frozen heart. I think it'd overwhelm them and get swept with it.

4. how many blankets does your muse sleep with?

Depends on the season but usually 2-3. There is always one under them and one over them. The third would be put on top if they were still cold.

5. has you muse ever experienced sleep paralysis? 

No, they haven't.

6. what style of music does your muse like the most?

Lo-fi, actually. Or I guess it might not be surprising in some aspects. It's stuff that can play and not distract them. A lot of music is 'too loud' to them. And while they are old enough to know of some classical, they don't necessarily vibe with it? But yeah, Eriskyne is the type to have those beats to study/chill with going on. How they get it working in the Seelie? They regularly pop into the mortal realm for charging what they use. They do hide it from those in the Seelie.

7. what’s the furthest from home your muse has traveled?

Going to the Novian Empire is probably their furthest jaunt from home so far. Honestly can't really go far unless they've been asked to. But they were having fun observing the shenanigans that went on.

8. does your muse have any unusual fears? what are they? 

It isn't to a point of like a phobia but Eriskyne is uncomfortable around non-fae blood. Not that they can't function around it, they just would be likely to step away or not want to touch it unless absolutely necessary.

9. is your muse / would your muse be active on social media?

No and no. They are private to an immense degree. Only reason they have it is probably because they're using it to stalk someone else.

10. does your muse get sick often? what’s their go-to remedies?

Fae don't get sick. However Eriskyne sometimes has to wrestle with the drawbacks for exhaustion. As such they usually turn to Seelie flora that works similar to stimulants that both let them ignore sleep and food. Otherwise, their sofa with the lights off is an alternative.

11. is your muse quick thinking? are they able to focus when stressed?

Yes and no? Like how they process things, I feel, they think for a long time. Information is brought in and they are either picking apart its use or trying to see if there's something more. But technically yes or they probably would have been caught a long time ago. And yes, they can focus under stress.

12. what is your muse’s most helpful coping skill, healthy or unhealthy?

Working. As much as there is the desire for unionization, Eriskyne doesn't know what to do with themselves when there is nothing truly to do. It makes them have to consider...what's there outside of this whole scheme they got going on. They do not like having to consider that.

13. what is the strangest / least comfortable place your muse has slept?

The floor. Didn't make it to the bed or even sofa and boy, did they not like when they woke up.

14. where does your muse’s strength lie? physical strength? mental? emotional?

Eriskyne's strength is within mental fortitude. Despite all their hang ups, they can ultimately get through anything. In that aspect, they're just too stubborn to be held back. Yes, even their not knowing and their relationships...they could work through any of them if they gave themselves a fair shot.

15. if your muse had the option, would they prefer to go to space or explore the ocean?

The utter geek in them would say both because of the possibility with both. But likely the ocean wins out because it's closer and still more mysterious than the expanse of the skies.

16. how skilled is your muse in the kitchen? what is the most complicated dish they know how to make?

Eriskyne is probably one of the few 'gentry' that can cook. The bar is in hell for that but they do come out at least on par with some of the cooks within the palace (as that's where they learned). As for their most complicated dish...huntsman pie. They haven't mastered it but they can do it. Mainly because of a combination of how long it takes to make them and because Eriskyne personally doesn't really like them.

#{Eriskyne Headcanons

[softguarnere]

Hey, Dove. Wanted to say that the somft Bill fic is awesome and I 100% melted while I was reading it, thank you very much! (also it's so nice reading about writer's fave, I can feel feels)

I'd like to make one more request if you're not too tired of me sending them hehe. So, here's this trope:

And I would eat up anything with that. Could be headcanons, but an one-shot is good as well. Again, pairing is dealer's choice <3

Don't You Feel My Heart Go?

Shifty Powers x reader

A/N: Ainslynn my dear, I always smile when I see your requests in my inbox :) As someone who struggles to come up with prompts and good starting places for fics, I appreciate every one 😘 And I'm glad that you liked the last fic! I'm back on my there's not a lot of Shifty content and I'm determined to remedy that agenda, so I hope you enjoy this one, and thank you for another wonderful request. (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of war

In hindsight, deciding to have a race in the unknown Austrian terrain probably wasn’t a great idea. Especially not after the afternoon rain shower a few hours before, which has kept the landscape shiny under a thin layer of water.

“You think this is enough to get me sent home?” It’s supposed to be a joke, but Shifty doesn’t laugh. Bright eyes hide beneath furrowed brows as he glances up from your scraped leg.

He sighs and leans back on his heals. “I don’t understand, (Y/N). You manage to go the whole war without gettin’ hurt, and then right as it’s about to end, you find a way to break your streak.”

“Hey, I haven’t gone the whole war. I accidentally burnt myself with your lighter back in Holland, remember?”

“Yeah. But that wasn’t too bad. You weren’t gonna get sent home over it.”

It’s not just a scraped leg, you have to remind yourself every time you even think about putting pressure on it. You had experienced plenty of those in childhood during rough play outside to know the difference. No, this is worse, no matter how much you would rather not admit it. Your shoe had sunk into a moist patch on the road, causing you to lose balance and skid a little down the path. Nothing that you hadn’t done while running up Currahee during Basic. But there’s a long cut tracing down the side of your calf that stings whenever you so much as look at it.

“Where’s Tab? He should have been able to find a medic by now.” Shifty looks around with a frown. You’ve seen him upset before – who have you not seen get upset about one thing or another throughout the war? – but this is different. He usually looks pensive, deep in thought, when something bothers him. Now it’s as if a cloud has fallen over his sunshine face.

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But you’re not. Look at your leg!”

You would prefer to not look at your leg, actually. To see your friends and fellow soldiers suffer injuries and wounds in combat is one thing, but to see yourself bleed? It’s one of the only things in the war that has made your stomach turn.

“I don’t know what to do.” Fear creeps into your voice, mingled with the stinging pain that you’ve been trying to ignore. The change in your tone softens Shifty’s expression. He glances again between your leg and the direction that Tab headed when he left to go get help.

“I’m no medic, but maybe we should try to stop the bleeding?” He stands, and before you can figure out what he’s doing, he takes off his t-shirt and rips the hem to create a thin strip. Using the larger section of the fabric, he carefully begins to wipe away any dirt or blood from the cut, apologizing any time that you hiss in pain. Then he takes the smaller section of fabric and tries to bandage the wound with it.

He talks the entire time – half assuring you that you’re doing fine and will be okay, and half scolding you for agreeing to Talbert’s race and injuring yourself – but you only catch bits and pieces of what he’s saying. You’re more focused on the way he gently treats the cut, the way his fingers on your leg cause a warm and funny feeling to run through you. Sunlight shines on his light hair and casts shadows across his face in a way that highlights his fine features. And, most noticeably, he's shirtless, which, for all your closeness with him during the past few years, you’ve never experienced before.

In the past, there have been a few times that Shifty has said something, smiled a certain way, or generally just existed, where something about him has caused your heart to speed up. But there was a war going on, so you had always pushed those feelings about your friend aside. Now though, with the war in Europe over . . . You can’t look away from the man in front of you.

“ – everyone wants to get home somehow, but I’d be so sad to see you go . . .” He looks up then and meets your eyes. Your heart pounds when you realize that he’s caught you staring at him, and you pray that he can’t hear it.

“(Y/N)?”

“Is that why you’re upset?” You ask as the meaning behind his words finally hits you. “You don’t want me to go home?”

Pink tinges his cheeks like the first notes of dawn on a spring morning. “I would miss you.”

“I would miss you, too.” It’s not a particularly hot day, just pleasantly warm, but for some reason you feel like you’re boiling under his gaze. Your words are true – you would miss Shifty, but the more that you think about it, the more that you realize that you wouldn’t miss parting with him the way that you have with other friends. No, when you think about heading home, something heavy – longing – tugs on your heart strings. Could that be what Shifty is feeling too?

Only one way to find out, you suppose.

“Shifty – “ Has your throat always been this dry? You take a breath before you continue, “ – I don’t want to miss you.”

He lifts an eyebrow at your word choice. “I don’t want to miss you either.” He ties off the end of his makeshift bandage and sits back. “Listen, I know that this isn’t the best time to say this . . .”

“Yes?”

“But with the war, I suppose there will never be any proper time.” He glances up at you with something new on his face. Strong, sharpshooter Shifty looks almost nervous, which you can’t remember ever seeing him do before. “I like you, romantically. I could just never find the right way to tell you that.”

Every emotion that you’ve been pushing aside for the past few years seems to slam into you with full force. Your racing heart trips over them. “I feel the same way about you.”

His face lights up, his smile chasing away the anxiety from a moment before. In your relief, you have to laugh, only to wince at a sudden stabbing pain in your leg. Once it passes, you try to flash him a reassuring smile.

“If it took me sliding down a hill for us to admit that to each other, then limping around for a few days will be worth it.”

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m strong enough to carry you around,” Shifty says, nodding towards the piece of t-shirt wrapped around your leg. “because I don’t think the medics are going to let me be your personal doctor.”

The way that his face lights up with his sweet smile at his own joke sends a new rush of emotions over you, but this time you don’t try to push them away. You feel yourself smile in a way that matches his own – it feels good.

Yes, you tell yourself, despite your hurt leg, worth it.

#it took me entirely too long to figure out where I was going with this one #oops #shifty powers x reader #shifty powers #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #my writing #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #tumblr friends

[deamsgirl]

Current WIPs and Drafts

So, I got the idea to organize and list out my current WIPs and drafts by @lmaoirrelevant's recent post in the hopes that it will jumpstart the creative juices for some of them. And because I have an obscene amount of drafts, apparently, and they need constant wrangling. If you'd like, you can let me know if there are any projects on the list that you really want to see updated/finished! It might give me extra motivation to just buckle down and work through it. A big thanks to @lmaoirrelevant for letting me borrow the idea! If you haven't read any of their fabulous fics, you should go remedy that ASAP! They're wonderful!

This one is literally just for my pokemon fic because I have so much of it. I may do a separate one for my other fandoms or section this out later.

Currently Posted WIPs:

Entropy – Goh/Ash/Gary, Red/Blue. Goh is sucked into another alternate dimension, except this one is so different from his own dimension that it’s unnerving. Like how one of his husbands doesn’t seem to know him at all and the other has supposedly been dead for over a decade. Thanks a lot, Palkia.

Brush Off that (Cold) Shoulder – Goh/Gary/Ash. The one where Goh has an ill-advised drunken tryst with Gary Oak—the jackass professor who just brutally shot down Goh’s request for an internship at Oak Laboratory. Oh, and the adorably earnest guy who keeps insisting on making Goh breakfast the morning after? He’s none other than Gary’s famous Pokemon Champion husband, Ash Ketchum. Goh is… understandably confused. And never trusting Dawn or her stupidly-strong cocktails ever again.

Pandarus – Goh/Gary/Ash. Ash and Goh have always worried about Gary's apparent disinterest in dating. With their own wedding just weeks away, they decide to help their long-time friend find his special someone too. Honestly, they don't understand why Gary's so pissed about it. Or why their other friends keep calling them assholes. AKA the one where Gary's been pining after his two dumbass friends for years and Ash and Goh are way more oblivious than anyone thinks.

Ribbons and Arrows – Goh/Gary/Ash. Chloe’s Eevee evolves into a sylveon, whose powers supposedly include knowing when and with whom someone is in love. The problem is, Goh would rather it not broadcast to the whole world that he’s stupidly, hopelessly in love with his two best friends.

Misty’s Toll-Free Hotline for Pining Gay Idiots – Ash/Gary. In which Misty unwittingly becomes Gary’s emotional support person regarding his big gay crush on Ash, and she’s honestly kind of fed up with them both.

Currently in My Drafts:

Regency AU – Ash/Gary. Lord Gary has a mountain of expectations to live up to. He’s to inherit his grandfather's dukedom, marry a woman of proper birth, and produce an heir. Too bad he’s falling hopelessly in love with his stableman, Ash.

Vampire AU – Ash/Gary. Gary comes from a long line of vampire hunters. Ruthless and efficient, he’s never let a mark get away. That is, until he’s tasked with taking down Ash—a seeming walking disaster of an undead that Gary is trying very hard to not find endearing.

Truth Serum – Ash/Gary/Goh. Gary is hit by a blast of psychic energy and suffers a rather… unique side effect. Namely, that he can’t stop telling the truth. Which is… totally fine. It’s not like he’s harboring any deep, dark secrets, like being hopelessly in love with his two best friends. …Right?

Distraction – Misty/May. It’s hard to have a secret crush on someone who spends 90% of their time in a bikini. Or, May has Feelings or something, and Misty obliviously makes her life incredibly difficult.

Pokemon AU Part 3 – Ash/Gary. AtLA. No one expects Ash—Oak’s worst student (who is weirdly prone to accidentally electrocuting people)—to be the Avatar. Unfortunately, a heated spar with his insufferable classmate Gary blows his cover rather spectacularly.

Ghost AU – Red/Blue. Red is the stone-faced ghost haunting Blue's new apartment. But he's only, like, concerned with reminding Blue to goddamn eat once in a while (something with vitamins, preferably). Blue keeps finding snacks on his person that he knows he didn't put there. He's not amused once he figures out who is doing it.

Kidfic 1 – Ash/Gary. Ash regularly comes home with all sorts of strays. Gary just never expected him to turn up with an actual, human baby.

Kidfic 2 – Ash/Gary/Goh. Elana Ketchum-Oak and her three embarrassing dads. And don’t get her started on her legion of (equally embarrassing) aunts and uncles. Although, she supposes Uncle Tracey isn’t too terrible (just don’t tell Papa).

Handmade – Blue/Red. No one knows that Blue only wears necklaces because Red keeps making them for him.

Rebound – Ethan/Silver. Somehow, Silver becomes Ethan’s go-to Emotional Support Rival to comfort him through his pile of failed relationships. Silver’s annoyed, because he’s busy and doesn’t have time for Ethan’s sentimentality and absolutely no other reason, stop making assumptions, Blue.

Pokemon Masters ficlet – Blue/Red. Ash and Red both seem to realize that they’re alternate versions of each other—a fact that they’re determined to keep under wraps. Too bad they’re forgetting about Blue’s uncanny ability to recognize Red (a talent that apparently extends to Reds from other dimensions as well). Now, if he could just figure out why Ash keeps calling him Gary, of all things…

Rivalry Sequel – Ash/Gary/Goh. The grad students at the Vermillion Institute finally get to go on their first research expedition, and with Professors Oak and Albright as the leads. Unfortunately for them, they realize all too quickly why everyone keeps gifting them ear plugs.

Sickness – Ash/Gary/Goh. Gary gets sick while Ash is away, leaving Goh to keep an eye on him. AKA Gary doesn’t deal well with idleness, and Goh is saddled with the worst patient ever.

Proposal – Red/Blue. The tale of the night Blue proposes. Irredeemable fluff and nothing more.

“The Way Men Love” – Ash/Gary. After his parents’ death, little Gary Oak decides that he’ll never be helpless to keep someone he loves safe ever again. And then he meets Ash, who attracts trouble like a damn magnet, and realizes that sometimes the only way to protect someone is to make sure they’re strong enough to protect themselves.

Cuddling – Silver/Ethan. Ethan has no concept of personal space—a fact that is slowly but surely driving Silver insane.

21st – Ash/Gary/Goh. Gary is tasked with picking up Goh from the bar when the latter drinks too much on his 21st birthday. He assumes he’s the absolute last person Goh wants to see on his birthday (judging by his usual reactions to Gary’s presence), so he’s more than a little surprised with how excited Goh is when he shows up.

Couch – Red/Blue/Ethan. Ethan thinks Red and Blue’s couch is intolerably uncomfortable, but their only solution seems to be dragging him into their bed every time he visits, which Ethan is, like, 90% sure is Really Weird (even if he kind of likes it).

In a Hole – Red/Blue. Blue and Red get stuck in a literal hole in the ground. They have plenty of time to work out their feelings for each other while they wait for someone to rescue them. Too bad they’re both emotionally constipated idiots.

72 Hours – Ash/Gary/Goh. When someone attacks Oak Laboratory, Gary gets trapped in the collapsed building. His only hope for survival is waiting for someone to rescue him. Except he was supposed to be on his way to a conference in Sinnoh, not indulging an Ash mega-fan with her first pokemon, so there's a good chance no one will even realize he’s missing until it’s too late. Add in the fact that whoever attacked the lab is going on a deliberate spree of targeting other research facilities, and his odds look even bleaker. But, if there’s one thing Gary’s good at, it’s surviving.

Homing Beacon – Silver/Ethan. Ethan always seems to know where Silver is. Because they’re rivals, obviously. It’s not like he’s stalking him or anything (Silver disagrees).

Surrogate Dad – Silver/Ethan, Red/Blue. An annoying joke about Blue being Silver’s adoptive dad escalates, because Blue can never do anything halfway. Red is ambivalent about his new parenthood status, and Ethan lives in perpetual fear of Blue’s wrath if he messes up his relationship with Silver. Silver is… well, Silver’s surrounded by idiots, so he’s tired, okay?

Praise – Ash/Gary/Goh. Goh finds out Gary has a bit of a praise kink. He’s pretty sure he shouldn’t be devoting as much time to thinking about it as he is.

Alola – Ash/Gary. Gary’s research takes him to Alola, which would be amazing if not for the fact that Ash apparently talked about him so much during his time there that half the region now thinks they’re dating.

Mt. Silver - Red/Blue/Ethan. Love grows slowly for some people, unnoticed until it’s too late to do anything but give in to it.

Good god, there’s actually more, but I have to sort through them because I have a nasty habit of not naming my Google Docs. So, when I wade through the 500 different “Untitled Document”s, I’ll probably update this.

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