#my reading of what shipping fuel is in game is under the keep reading lol

[critter-wizard]

love triangles always end up w someone getting hurt so they all just date now <3

#or at least theyre on some spectrum of queer platonic idk #my reading of what shipping fuel is in game is under the keep reading lol #so slight spoilers there? #idk #deltarune #delta rune #susie #kris #kris dreemurr #ralsei #noelle #noelle holiday #berdly #grimm art #Suselle #Kralsei #Krusie #Kriselle #Noelsei #Ralsusie #Krisusei #Krusielle #those are the ship names according to the wiki at least #lmao

[pridewhatpride]

do you have any gx rivalshipping hcs!! im super curious on your take of them :]

When I saw this ask my immediate reaction was thinking: "Yes, I have an excuse to talk about gx rivalshipping, YES."

So yeah. I love this ship a lot, like a whole damn lot and it's a little hard to explain why, especially when gx has so many open possibilities for romances involving Judai. By which I mean two, really, and Manjoume is not one of them (sadly for me). I am referring to Yubel and Johan, by the way, I refuse to acknowledge Asuka as a love interest.

I'll start off with a bit of fluff headcanons?

Manjoume thinks Winged Kuriboh is really cute and that its friendly and fluffy appearance screams Judai, in a way. But he will never admit it because of what that might imply for him and the Ojamas.

Manjoume is fueled by caffeine and monster, he only really starts to recognise how nice it can be to have a meal because of how much Judai enjoys his food. He tries to sit at the table with him with dumb excuses.

Judai feels a bit guilty for how his actions impacted Manjoume's life, but Manjoume generally tells him that it's fine, it's better this way, that he's never this happy, that the only reason why Judai should maybe feel bad about it is because of his tendency to get overly invested in other people's problems and getting hurt in the process. Judai responds with bear hugs.

Manjoume brags about Judai a lot, actually. "Oh you think that's cool? One time Judai managed to do a backflip, you loser." "Slifer reds suck, but they do have redeeming qualities, by which I mean one of them is actually good."

Judai likes to indulge himself in the thought that he's Manjoume's most trusted, that he's the only one who could ever be allowed to have that many incriminating pictures of him. Because Judai just loves taking candid pictures of Manjoume. He thinks he looks and and cool in every situation, so yeah. A part of him does it because he has an inexplicable fear of forgetting people and the way they look, but he just can't say why that is.

They hang out in silence a lot, but once they start talking they just never stop. You'll find them on the beach at 3 am with a smiling Manjoume listening to Judai go on about how crazy it is that you can fry food in so many different ways and how he once caught a butterfly as a kid and named it Kujaku.

They share their music a lot, so Manjoume's tastes switch from just emo to fast paced rap and the weirdly happy sounding songs about very morbid things Judai listens to (plus emo). Judai starts to enjoy a bit of angry screaming into microphones thanks to Jun. Do they sing along like idiots as they share earphones? Yes. Is Manjoume mesmerised by Judai's singing voice? Also yes.

Judai loves hiking and sometimes invites Manjoume, but because he's a lot weaker and has less stamina, they take it slow. Manjoume keeps cursing himself for being slow and dead weight, but Judai is just happy to have a companion. Admittedly, going slower makes the walks better as he has the time to enjoy the scenery properly. He never teases Jun about his lack of physical training.

Now... I wanted to talk about my general view on the ship, plus headcanons I guess, but this is going to be EVEN LONGER (you are getting more than you asked for, your fault for enabling me, really). For the sake of the sanity of mobile users, I'm adding a cut so nobody has to unwillingly scroll through endless text.

On to the the juice, then. My thoughts on the ship. Manjoume and Judai are, of course, the rivals of the series and, if my thoughts on rivalry weren't clear enough, I am one of those people. It's just really romantic to me. What is very interesting about the two of them specifically is that they are polar opposites in the way the reason why they play, throughout the whole series. Hell, their views end up getting reversed completely: Manjoume goes from "if I don't win I'm gonna have a breakdown breakdown" to "losing is ok, as long as I enjoy the game and am true to myself", while Judai does the 180 from "I really just love playing cards with my friends, who cares about the outcome, it's fun" to "I have card game related trauma, nobody speak to me, games are only an excuse to assert a sort of power scale and honestly fuck that".

Manjoume is sort of the only person in the 'friend group' (he's never actually part of it, sadly, literally only Judai and Fubuki like him) to not idolise Judai, not explicitly. He clearly has an admiration for Judai from the beginning, but he is adamant on expressing it as hatred towards for being better than him. A part of me feels that a lot of his superior act is meant to try and fool himself and Jaden into thinking that he's a worthy rival, because I know for a fact that Manjoume doesn't believe that. He wants it to be true, yes.

What I am trying to get at is that Judai is probably a little confused by the fact that Manjoume doesn't drool all over him like the rest of the school does, but it soon becomes a crutch. Judai is under a lot of pressure because he is the hero who will save everyone and people like to remind him of how much they count on him. Manjoume is in it for Judai. He wants to be acknowledged by him, he wants his recognition and his attention, but he never asks for help or expects Judai to fix his problems for him. Judai is probably thankful for that.

Manjoume is also really scared of being left behind and cast aside as soon as he stops being useful and that's exactly what the writers do to him!!! hooray!, but Judai keeps insisting that he's not a bad guy, that he's fun to be around, that he's competent. Manjoume doesn't really believe all that that much, but Jaden keeps playing him despite his repeated losses and to Jun that's the equivalent of someone kissing his tears away. Manjoume only learns to accept his losses and shortcomings because Judai did it for him first.

So basically Manjoume is the only one who fully sees Judai as a person, while Judai is the only one who is really willing to look past his pretentious facade. I fully believe that Judai was relieved to learn that Manjoume was not just a perfect boy with perfect manners, by the way. They both just love to learn about every imperfection that the other has and silently thinking that they just add to the beauty of the other's character. Will they tease eachother about it? Fuck yes. Do they feel awful when the other tries to fix something about themselves because they pointed it out? Also fuck yes.

They are in a dumb competition against themselves to be better in order to earn the right to be friends with eachother, but because they are fucking dumb they never actually communicate (until they do), so for a long time it's endless pining that is definitely not gay because admittedly Judai just doesn't think that dating is a thing, while Manjoume is straight™, really straight. He has never liked a boy in his life, he's so very fucking straight, I swear.

So Manjoume is a bisexual disaster (and in my headcanon he prefers boys, actually, the Asuka incident is the biggest example of denial™ ever. He prefers Fubuki, fight me over this). The problem is that he never really considered he might be crushing on Judai, but at the same time admitting to maybe liking boys too means that there was more to wanting to stay at DA, to hanging out with Judai's crew despite their mutual dislike, to his continuous playful headlocks and ear pulling. To add onto that, there is probably a certain amount of guilt over having betrayed that bond with Judai by trying to throw away his cards and everything. Judai, on the other hand... is confused at how bothered he is by the public declarations of love, because Manjoume is his rival and rivals are supposed to focus on eachother, not on some girl, no matter how good said girl is at card games.

So maybe they are a bit gay for eachother. And maybe they just want excuses to be together as much as possible. And it's really just the vibe of highschool romance between two people who don't want to admit to caring for one another on a deeper level, but are also weirdly possessive of eachother for no apparent reason. And I think I'll stop here with my gay retelling, but really if you look at the two of them you do see that they do a lot for eachother's characters. It's kind of beautiful, really. They are the two socially inept characters who find comfort in someone being just like them and understanding them as they change and grow up.

I have a lot to say about how that changes once the transfer students come in, but I think I've bored everyone for long enough- as in nobody will read this lol. That's ok. I thank you again for the ask and for allowing me to gush about this ship that is so close to my heart. If anyone ever wants to talk about them, just. Do. Break into my house at night and I still won't mind, I just want to talk about them.

#shut me up #i'm so sorry #i started and i couldn't stop #i also didn't want to be disappointing by giving an half-assed response #i've thought about this ask all night #i still improvised the whole thing and i'm sure you can tell #yugioh #ygo #yugioh gx #ygo gx #gx rivalshipping #manjoume jun #jun manjoume #chazz princeton #yuki judai #judai yuki #jaden yuki

[andypantsx3]

Is it ok to play on both the pairing and the ficlet? If so, read on, if not, DELETE!

I never do shipping games cause I suck at describing myself, but eh. Let's give this a go.

I'm an extrovert-passing introvert. Textbook introvert except when I'm incredibly comfortable with someone or a group, in which case I become a fucking menace. Otherwise I will sit there, quiet, keeping to myself and plotting how to go home.

I curse like a sailor, sometimes even when I probably shouldn't. I'm brash, can be very crass & def am not a lady but can be oddly feminine about things like my hair and nails.

When it comes to work, I'm one of those people who say things like "I perform great under stress", and honestly believes it (I'm sure 9 out of 10 doctors would disagree). Also I'm exceptionally good at letting anger fuel me. I'm incredibly productive when pissed off, whether it's because someone said/did something that I took as an affront and I'm reminding them who they're dealing with, or because someone was incompetent at their job and I have to clean up the mess, it doesn't make a difference - I'm a beast when I channel my righteous fury into what I do (sometimes while being fully aware that I'm being 100% petty but choosing to embrace it regardless).

I play a lot of video games (mostly PC) and I have a don't take shit from anyone attitude, but there's at least one person (maybe 2) who I will absolutely be a doormat for. (yep, these two things are not related at all, but didn't know where to put them)

Gonna stop there, yeah. Do your worst.

Congratulations on your new gremlin--you are a match for cover shot Bakugou, the worst of the worst lol.

Since you perform great under stress and you're productive when you're pissed off, you're absolutely the same kind of badass as cover shot reader! You sound extremely well-equipped to manage the type of infuriating personality Bakugou has, as both his girlfriend and his PA, but I suspect from your doormat comment that you'd be weak to him in private--which is just what he wants.

#garbage fest 2022 #garbage fest ships

[luna-helps-writing]

Hi! I was looking for a LotR match up and dating headcanons please! I'm typically just interested in humans, but if you'd want to consider elves as well that's fine, too!

My name is Taylor, I'm 26, asexual and nonbinary (they/she/him), with a stronger preference for men tbh

I'm tall, 6'1-2, blonde, with green eyes (if it helps, I have a few selfies tagged on my blog under "my face")

I'm the epitome of an INTP if that helps, I'm typically very aloof and stuck inside of my head

I'm also type five on the enneagram, the investigator, I'm very cerebral

I studied English and psychology in college and am looking to get a master's in English literature, with a focus on either medieval literature or Elizabethean theater

I am a writer and, while I make it a point to master my control of my language, it doesn't always show when I speak and I can sometimes feel and be very awkward around people, especially newer people

I have diagnosed anxiety and depression which honestly hampers my day-to-day life, sometimes situations will throw me off and I just don't have the confidence to make it through

I am incredibly creative and thrive in an intellectual environment, especially with people who can fuel my imagination or who are willing to ask me questions

As I am so often stuck in my head, sometimes I miss important things. I'm observant in most cases, but I'm also forgetful. Sometimes I can seem uncaring I think, but if I really truly care for someone, I make it a point to let them know that I'm thinking about them

I don't keep a lot of friends, I'm not very social, but I'm incredibly loyal to those that I love. My friends feel like my family

I have a sharp, witty sense of humor, filled with sarcasm

I love to read, write and draw, of course, I'm big into video games and film, but I also enjoy being outdoors when I can. I love to hike, and I have a sharp eye for photography, so I'll often stop for pictures

I'm not an incredibly sporty person, but I do fence and know my way around a sword. I'm also into archery and have a bow of my own. I used to hunt, but I haven't in a while. I'm trying to get myself back into ballet

I feel like I have a tough exterior, or that I'm prone to put up walls so that I can hide behind a polite veneer, so I feel as though it takes someone with patience and warmth to crack through to the heart of me and see what's underneath

Okay, I think that's everything. I hope this is helpful, I hope I've encapsulated myself well enough, lol. Sorry for the length! Please let me know if you have any questions. Thank you so much!

Sorry this took so long! I had to work all day, but I’m here now! Thank you for your request❤️

I ship you with Boromir!

• He might not understand the whole concept of gender, but it does not mean he’s not willing to learn. He will want you to explain every little detail to him so he knows he refers to you in a correct way.

• Size, weight, shapes...It never really bothered him. He’s a very respectful person and will always appreciate another. Even better, he admires those who look different from the “society’s epitome of beauty”. For example, you height? It’s a total yes for him. He loves it. Immediately. It’s one of the things that drew him to you.

• He’s not a writer himself, so seeing you put these words and sentences onto paper, makes him feel so proud. Not necessarily for the fact that you know how to write, but the fact that he has a S/O who is so talented in words.

• Whenever moments get to overwhelming for you, whether anxiety or depression, he’ll be there for you. He’ll talk to you, hold you, offer you something...whatever helps you calm down. He’ll try to get you out of these situations, but sometimes it’s just impossible. He tries really hard though, so his effort is always a great source of comfort to you.

• He knows what it’s like to be loyal to a small group of people and he loves it that you do too. In his eyes, loyalty is not easy to divide over a great group of others, so he only keeps those close who really mean a lot to him. Lucky you, you’re one of them. He will definitely throw hands with someone if you ask him to. It’s that easy.

• Gondor is a beautiful kingdom, so he’ll take you to the prettiest places. Whether it’s a view from up top, or a small village build between the walls, he’ll show you everything. While traveling, he’ll let yo decide when and where to stop as you always seem to have a keen eye for those kind of things.

• He knows how to hunt, so he’ll always go with you. For one, to keep you safe and for two, he loves spending times like these with you. It shows a different side of you that makes him fall in love with you even more every time.

• He himself has a reasonably hard wall to cover him, but just as you, he’s a really soft person inside. He’s a great person to be around in general and he is great at cracking jokes or cheering you up. He’s so loveable, it’s just adorable.

I hope you liked it! Stay safe during these times please❤️

#self insert quotes #requests #my asks #send asks #match up #boromir x reader

[jrueships]

i know you posted it like 5 days ago but please go into detail about joel/brad i am intrigued

OKAY SO . It all started with 'bradley beal keeps trolling the sixers, SPECIFICALLY joel embiid' and embiid's response was just "Shut up" which honestly kingshit like wizards were getting swept why is bradley going insane asylum???? BUT after the games they...

SO ... what *I* read into it was rivals who banter and annoy each other incessantly but just enough to create the romantic tension of a begrudgingly respect. We all KNOW about Joel's kinda very cocky humor. Though he IS cognizant of his confidence, so he brags with a purpose (unlike pg who just does it for ego really). He wants to get in opponets' heads and make em mad. A true troll! But with beal it was different. Bradley fought hard against them even if they were outclassed and he didn't lose any hope, and I think joel can really respect that. He never gave into any old teasing technique and joel didn't really try any against him tbh! And I think that's because he knew he didn't have to because Brad is just a kinda laid back cheeky kinda guy now! Also bradley can take Joel's jokes and taunts really well instead of just getting mad and giving up. It seems like a ship that has very good back to forth banter where there isn't a clear aggravater for all the clashes. Sometimes beal is the little shit. Sometimes joel!!! It's an even matched battle of the wits and the comedy!!!

Though I think joel is definitely better at the new gen z humor while bradley is still kinda catching up. He makes joel cringe sometimes but joel can't help but continue being invested in his funny little antics!

Also um .. height difference lol . BUT really what drew me to it was their bickering dynamic. Both probably finding the other super annoying but can't help but be amused by the other's shenanigans!!! Joel could easily just. Push bradley over and smite him but he doesn't because bradley is just Too funny to banter with and doesn't back down!

ALSO also they both have similar styles on helping the rookies! Like they're both actually really supportive to them but also LOVE to pull at their strings and make them groan like embarrassed teenagers. It's a teasing kind of platonic love! Idk I'm weak for couples who'd make great 'parents' to the rookies. Joel properly calls his rookies his "little ones" and Brad calls his rookies "his kiddos"

BUT the main fic that is fueling this is my wip superhero au fic about them going against Ice Trae (trae with ice powers. I know. I get 5 damage everytime I write their superhero names.) And his (sidekick) supervillain partner Cool Collins (john Collins with .. wind powers. So he can like. Carry and aim the icicles trae makes. Shoot em out LMAO). The battle happens on Washington turf so beal, a B class hero with simple wizard powers (silly magic tricks), is there to stop him but to his surprise, The Process, Joel embiid whose powers basically increase the longer a fight goes on but restart when a fight is done, jumps 'to his aid' mainly because he doesn't believe Beal is strong enough to fend off the two villains LMAO. He's just there to rub in his strength to Beal's face. Banter ensues, they both kinda get in each other's ways. It's two dumb people vs two dumb people because trae and John are also very dumb. They have chemistry but they're just... really stupid. Like in one part trae needs to hydrate for more ice so john gets him a glass of water... from the lake. Trae spits it out and I like "bro wtf why did u give me salt water???? That just dehydrates u more??" And john genuinely is surprised at his negative reaction, "??? What do u mean it dehydrated u?? It's WATER??? that's literally the opposite of its??? Function???? Sorry I wanted your water to have some flavor in it bro! What are you???white??? Can't stand salt?????"

And meanwhile brad and Joel are just competing against each other by showing off their powers. Joel just collapses an innocent building to show off then brad rebuilds it. It's just a ton of dumb people being dumb with each other

But there's mandatory "one person saves the other but then they get saved by the other". Joel pushes beal out of the way and shields him from a collapsing giant icicle that just shatters all cool against his durable back. He kinda smirks down at Beal underneath him and goes "you're welcome, little man" and beal rolls his eyes and laughs. But then a blast of wind sends them tumbling too close off a cliff. Beal grabs hold of a ledge and catches the falling joel by creating a teleporting portal under him. Joel lands safely and Beal, while still scrambling for purchase on a cliff, grins at him all cheeky-like and replies "my pleasure, big man"

BUT YEAH... it's just a really good dynamic! I'm a sucker for good switching banter despite my hatred for writing dialogue 😭 but like even younger Joel and Brad are so good with each other. Younger Brad was a lot more snappy and moody so I think joel would have a lot of fun bothering him LMFAO. They cameo in my highschool theater tech markelle fultz x jazz piano player theater geek de'aaron fox.

Basically joel is on the tech crew as well, a senior/junior (I'm still deciding). But he's SUPPOSED to be supervising markelle and helping him with the lights and sound during a jazz concert but of COURSE he's too unbothered to and just spends the night playing nintendogs on the ds (he's just there for the mandatory community service hours) . When he finally notices that markelle is drifting off with the spotlight and keeps aiming it at Fox instead of Donovan during his drum solo, joel kind of gets up and is like "hey... I should stop this..."

But then he thinks and sits back down like "hrm... nah I'm too lazy lol. I still need to teach my dog how to sit." And just goes back to not helping.

So bradley, a senior/junior stage manager calls them on their shared radio. First fultz picks up the walkie talkie so brad is all nice to him and has a kinder tone like "heey fultz buddy<3 can you please put Joel on the radio please? Thank you dude, you're doing greaat <3!!" And as soon as Joel gets on the radio he just starts screaming at him KABDISJWBDA like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN EMBIID?? yOU DUMB BITCH!!! GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND REPOSITION THAT LIGHT!!!" And joel just replies "no." So then beal reveals the reason why joel is letting markelle get away with taking the spotlight off donovan's drum solo, which is "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT DONOVAN TOOK YOUR SPOT ON THE JAZZ 1 BAND BECAUSE /YOU/ GOT KiCKED OUT FOR PLAYING THE PORN SONG ON THE XYLOPHONE." which REALLY gets joel going because it's true lmao. They start arguing on the phone, joel defending his actions by saying "fultz is MY little. He can do whatever he wants!!" And brad replying "Shut the fuck up. Go be a supervisor and fix your shit!!"

Eventually they get so caught up in arguing with each other that they just forget about the whole situation altogether because they're THAT angry with each other.

Markelle eventually repositions the light when he comes to the gay epiphany that fox doesn't NEED a spotlight to shine because he'll always be beautiful no matter what or smthin so he shines it back on Donovan and everything resumes normally

buT yEAH! There's my essay that really doesn't explain why my mind works the way it does <3 but it's written anyways LMFAO I hoped it helped somewhat!!!! THANK you for asking I LOVE talking about my nonsense rarepairs even if they still end up being nonsense LMAO

#brad/joel #THEY MAKE SENSE IN MY HEAD #u just gotta be in it to believe it #ted asks #ted drabbles

[fangirl-on-bitches]

Bitter Gurney

Obi-Wan x FemaleDoctor!Reader Part 2

Word count: 2827

Part 1

Summary: Someone is hurt and the reader needs to patch them up. Anakin is a little shit (and Ahsoka too)

Tag list: @scarletsoldierrr​ @langst-is-my-unborn-baby

Warnings: a looooooot of dialogue and yes, this should have a part three because Anakin is a little shit. This has like no plot or character development lol. Have another gif to appease the awful writing:

How long had she been here? (Y/N) had already lost count of her days in the ship. After Waxer’s surgery, the Jedi and their troops had to continue with battles not far from where the cruise was. It was quiet and awfully boring, the doctor spent most of her days reading, training nurses, studying and staring at the endless space thinking about her new Jedi friends.

It almost seemed forever when she got a call from the admiral, warning her that the battle ships were coming back with probably some injured people. (Y/N) felt a little guilty for feeling that rush of adrenaline she was feeling, fueling her preparations and orders she started to give all the nurses and droids on the floor. She expected moderate injuries, and prepared for at least one possible dangerous case. The surgery room was already prepared and the gurneys waiting, Doctor Wilhar in full uniform. Soon, the infirmary was flowing with life, many troopers were in need of a stitch or two, but thankfully no one needed surgery.

As she was finishing patching up a soldier, she looked how Anakin and Ahsoka carried Obi-Wan. (Y/N) almost ran, fearing he would be the surgical case. “What do we have here?” She asked as she got closer. Ahsoka then spoke:

“A blaster wound in his left side, I think it grazed him.” (Y/N) in full doctor mode called a gurney, checking Obi-Wan’s vitals. Steady heart beat and even breathing, perhaps a little agitated.

“How are you feeling General?” She asked, opening the door of a private room where she would be able to asses the situation further.

“I’m fine.” He said flinching a little bit when he moved to sit up. (Y/N) pushed his chest backwards, making him lay down.

“Of course you are. I need everyone to exit the room.” She simply said, Anakin and Ahsoka leaving a little reluctantly. “I’ll take off your top robes, I hope that’s okay.” She warned, not waiting for a response as she slipped her gloves on. Dr. Wilhar didn’t flinch at his gun wound, she had seen worse. “This needs some stitches, but it is superficial damage, you’ll be fine.” She assured, looking for the stitching kit and anesthesia. “Don’t worry, I’ll anesthetize this part, so you won’t feel  a thing.”

“It’s alright darling.” (Y/N) ignored the pet name, as she started to work, fully concentrated.

“Rough fight?” She asked, trying to make conversation and relax Obi-Wan, as she inserted the syringe with anesthesia.

“Not really.” He simply said.

“Then how come you got hurt?” She questioned looking at his eyes briefly.

“Well, I’ve heard such nice comments from your caring servicies I had to see what all the fuss was about.”

“Oh, so you got hit on purpose?”

“No, I look miserable right now.”

“How about next time you come to me when you get a little cut or a small bruise?”

“Would you patch me up?”

“If you are patient.”

“Patience, yes, a Jedi trait.” (Y/N) tried to hold her laughter back, Obi-Wan was talking nonsense, and she didn’t even gave him any medicine yet. She finished stitching him up in silence, cleaning the wound, reaching for gauze. Now that her adrenaline dissipated she noticed Obi-Wan’s lean torso, a few scars adorning his soft looking skin. She felt heat rising to her cheeks, as she also reached for ointment.

“I’ll-”she cleared her throat “I need you to sit up a bit, slowly please.” She indicated, her voice shy. Dr. Wilhar reached for the antibiotics and a cup of water. She gave them to Kenobi, no need to speak her orders, he took them with no hesitation. Meanwhile, (Y/N) tried hard to concentrate on applying the ointment and tying the gauze around his torso, it was almost like hugging him. She haven’t noticed how close they were until she felt weight on her shoulder.

Tilting her head just to watch what was the weight, she found that Obi-Wan had fallen asleep, his forehead on her shoulder. (Y/N) almost squeaked but contained herself, she didn’t want to wake him up. She softly laid him down, covering him with the thin sheet the gurney offered. With a little hesitation she pushed his hair back; she was glad she did that, because as she lightly touched his forehead she felt his temperature higher. Following protocol she injected the IV with solution to avoid dehydration. She then exited the room, looking around the infirmary, everything under control.

Today she was really, skeptical, but against her gut feeling, she entered General Kenobi’s room in the infirmary and although she didn’t have to do this, because there were less tedious methods, she decided to grab a small towel and a bucket full of ice cold water. She started to wipe off Kenobi’s forehead sweat, smiling when he sighed in relief because of the fresh water.

(Y/N) could only admire his face while systematically taking care of him. She was so into it, she didn’t notice Anakin, Rex and Cody spying from the window of the door. “Oh, c’mon.” Cody complained, afraid he would loose his bet with Rex, because if his eyes didn’t deceive him, it was the Doctor the one with lovey-dovey eyes, not the other way around. Rex chuckled, tasting victory.

“What?” Anakin asked. Both clones looked at each other, debating in their minds if they should tell Skywalker, after all he was a Jedi as well.

“Well…”

“What?” Anakin pressed on.

“We have a bet, you see.” Rex started, now filling a little guilty. “I think that Dr. Wilhar will fall for the General, while Cody thinks otherwise.”

“‘Fall for’? As in, fall in love?” Anakin shook his head. “Obi-Wan is already in love with someone else, he might not admit it, but he is.”

“With whom?” Cody asked.

“Duchess Satine.” Anakin gossiped. The three of them felt silent.

“I still think I win.” Rex interrupted the silence. Cody’s face scrunched up at his statement, clearly asking why. “Have you seen the look on her face? I saw her treat a lot of people but she never got all blushy and nervous.”

“So what? The general was flirting with her.” Cody pointed out.

“Nah-uh, it was flattery.” Anakin defended. “Obi-Wan flatters with everyone.” Then a discussion started about the fine line between flattery and flirting. Hearing commotion outside (Y/N) opened the door.

“What’s all this noise about?” She scolded, making them hold their tongues. “General Kenobi is sleeping and has a fever right now, if you want to visit you may do it when he wakes up.” She informed, closing the door again. The three men continued arguing if they were in love or not for too much time, until Ahsoka arrived. Then, she joined the discussion.

“Uh-uh, I don’t care who that duchess is, I believe (Y/N) is cooler.” The togruta stated, crossing her arms with a sassy aura. “She saves lives and is a total badass. The duchess sounds like a snob.” She taunted, making Cody laugh.

“We’ll see who Obi-Wan likes more.” Anakin challenged. Needless to say, Obi-Wan was about to get a whole lot of stress.

******

The lights were too bright for the Master Jedi, they made him feel dizzy. He moved one of his hands to his eyes to cover them, noticing the rough texture of a towel in his forehead in the way. He was alone, he could sense it, and he was actually grateful, Anakin would probably nag at him, increasing the pain pulsing in his head.

A few minutes later someone opened the door, closing it softly. He peeped thorough his arms, and was glad to found (Y/N) smiling softly at him, her white coat on, a data pad on her hands. “Good morning General. How are you feeling?” She asked, looking at his vitals and noting them down on the data pad.

“My head is about to explode.” His hoarse voice spoke. The doctor removed the towel now pressing her cold hand against his forehead. Obi-Wan almost sighed at the contact, her hands felt amazing.

“I believe you don’t have a fever anymore, which is really good. Can I take a look at your stitches?” She asked as a formality, moving her hands to the thin sheet covering his torso, grazing her fingers just a little against his abdomen. Obi-Wan couldn’t contain the shudder this time. “Sorry my hands are little cold, the ship is freezing.” The Jedi shook his head, trying to ignore the fact that his shivering wasn’t because her hands were cold, but because he felt her touch electric. He took a good look at the doctor, she look as splendid as the day he met her, only a bit more tired; she had dark circles under her eyes and looked a little scruffy. Nevertheless, he had underestimated how much he had missed her, it was refreshing seeing the caring smile on her face, feeling the soothing aura she carried around and listening to her honeyed voice. “Obi-Wan?” She asked, apparently again.

“Sorry darling, I was distracted.” The doctor cleared her throat, a pink tint creeping on her cheeks.

“I was commenting you, General, that you overslept. I think the battle took a toll on you, you should rest more and take care of yourself. You are a Jedi, not inmortal.” She stated. The Jedi flinched at her formalities.

“You can drop the title Doctor, please call me Obi-Wan.” Just when (Y/N) was going to do a cheeky remark about his pet-names, Anakin opened the door with a big smile on his face, Ahsoka following right behind, snickering about whatever Anakin had told her earlier.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Ahsoka greeted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “How’s Master Kenobi?”

“He’ll be alright as long as he stays in bed for at least one more day. Can you do that General?” She teased with a knowing smile.

“I’ll try.” He answered following her game, making her laugh.

“Skywalker, try to keep as quiet as you can, alright?” She taunted at the loud Jedi, a hand on her hip.

“Whatever.” He replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Alright, I’ll come back later Obi-Wan.” She waved at the door, Ahsoka following the Doctor. “It’s something the matter?”

“No…” she replied with a suspicious tone. “I just noticed that you called Master Kenobi by his first name.”

“He told me to.” She excused herself. Ahsoka hummed, still looking at the doctor. “What?” She asked a little embarrassed for no reason. The young padawan still looked at her, (Y/N) felt as if she was reading her. “He calls me darling, I think I have the right to call him by his first name.” She blurted out. Ahsoka's grin became bigger, she even giggled.

“He does what?!” She asked in a higher pitch from the one aloud in the infirmary. Doctor Wilhar shushed her.

“It's just a stupid pet-name.”

“He doesn’t call everyone darling.”

“I bet he does, and it's annoying.” A short silence indicated Ahsoka was thinking. Then she gasped:

“Ohhh!! You know what you should do? If he calls you darling, you should reply him back with another pet name!”

“What?” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“I do it all the time. Men get really uncomfortable when you call them some pet name back.” She assured her.

“I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.” Dr. Wilhar replied, her softer side appearing from the back of her brain.

“If you do it just once I bet he would stop… unless you actually like him calling you darling.” Ahsoka teased, her snippy side showing.

“Fine.” (Y/N) sighed, annoyed. She then proceeded to make the check ups of her patients, Ahsoka chatting with her, keeping her company.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan was having a stupid argument with Anakin. “Why would want to know anything about Satine?”

“Because, I care about you Master and I feel like she’s an important part of your life.”

“She’s not. We are very different people, plus I took an oath to the Jedi Code, it’s not wise to keep her on my mind.”

“So you wouldn’t break the code for her?”

“No.”

“And for (Y/N)?”

“What kind of question is that?” Obi-Wan asked annoyed. “Are you really asking about me? Or are you the one in love with Dr. Wilhar?” Anakin contained his need of denying it instantly, after all, his whole love and devotion were dedicated to Padmé.

“I am.” He lied, crossing his arms, laying back in the chair.

“What?!” Obi-Wan asked, his demeanor not as calm as he would like to mask. He would be lying if he would say he wasn’t a little bit angry.

“Do you have a problem, Master?”

“Yes I do. You took an oath to the code! You can’t just foolishly fall in love with some girl you met!” Then Obi-Wan noticed, he wasn’t talking to Anakin, he wasn’t scolding Anakin. He was scolding himself.

“She’s not just a girl!” Anakin defended, getting himself in character. Before Obi-Wan could continue, there was a knock on the door. Ahsoka came in, Dr. Wilhar following behind. The padawan stood by her master, sensing the awkward aura around both Masters.

“Visiting hours are over, so both of you should go to your quarters to get some sleep.” (Y/N) informed Anakin and Ahsoka. “Have a good night.” She smiled brightly.

“See ya (Y/N).” Ahsoka waved.

“I hope I’ll see you later, sugar lips.” Anakin said in a husky voice, then smirked. Ahsoka, who was still around, had her mouth hanging open.

“Uh… what?” (Y/N) asked to no one in particular, looking at the Jedi exiting the room. She looked cluelessly at Obi-Wan, but he just shook his head. “What the hell was all that about?” She asked now realizing what Anakin had called her.

“You should ask him.” The older Jedi replied, a little bitter. (Y/N) proceeded to check all his vitals again and his wound. At this point, Obi-Wan would have been bored about the whole procedure if it weren't for the doctor, he would watch her do the same thing over and over again with fascination.

“Well, we are finished for today. Tomorrow morning you should be ready to go.” She stated a polite warm smile on her face. She stood really close to his bed, one of her arms holding her data pad firmly while the other dangled on her side. Obi-Wan was temped to hold her lonely hand, but just nodded. The doctor nodded as well and started to turn towards the door, when a firm grasp in her wrist stopped her softly.

“You should come with us.” He blurted out. (Y/N)’s eyes opened slightly surprised.

“Where?” She asked confused.

“Wherever we go.” He replied still holding her wrist, with a softer grasp. (Y/N) had to think what was he exactly proposing. Most of the times, when the troops had to go somewhere to fight they left in smaller ships, compared to the one she was, which usually stayed in pacific areas, rather than war zones. (Y/N) knew there was a provisional infirmary in every little ship, but she would have to train everyone again and spend so much more time curing people and it sounded like the best plan ever.

“I would love to, but I’ll have to deal with somethings here before joining your adventures.” (Y/N) tried not to shiver at the soothing touch of Kenobi’s hand, she also tried really hard to contain her impulse of saying yes immediately.

“I’ll wait patiently darling.” And there he went again, with the annoyingly sweet pet-name.

“Thank you, honey.” She replied, a little sarcastic tone lacing her words. The Jedi’s heart skipped a beat and completely ignored the fact she did it on purpose, because it sounded so right when she called him that he contained himself from taking her hand and kissing her hands. (Y/N) would be lying if she wasn’t proud of herself when she saw the blush creeping on Obi-Wan’s cheeks and ears, but she was lightly blushing as well. “Good night, Obi-Wan.”

Just when (Y/N) closed the door to Kenobi’s room, she saw Anakin laying against the wall, his arms crossed and eyes closed. “Skywalker, what are you doing here?” She asked, a little uncomfortable knowing he probably heard the little banter with Obi-Wan. In the room she left, Obi-Wan was focusing on not being completely furious with Anakin and his intentions towards the doctor.

He repeated in his head over and over again that he was angry because Anakin was breaking the code, but he knew, deep down, that he actually was feeling jealousy. As his former master had taught him, he started to carefully meditate and sort out his feelings, trying to repress them as much as he was capable off. He couldn’t get that uncomfortable tug on his chest.

#obi wan x reader #ahsoka tano #star wars #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi

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Opinion on Cass and Eugene's interactions (NOT SHIPPING LOL)

Opinion on _____? - Ask Game

I'm very sad about the wasted opportunity that is their friendship :( And it shows because this became very long, so I'm gonna put this under a read more (and it’s kinda salty, sorry for that!)

In s1 I kinda... grew to love it, because at first the ribbing felt very harsh to me and some "jokes" made me sad on Eugene's behalf - he's my fav character, so of course I tend to favour him, and I know jokes in kids' shows shouldn't be over interpretated, but for example, the eviction letters joke? It felt too much like something that would play with his insecurities for me to like, laugh 😬 (but Eugene going "she's going to be in so much troubles" at the end of What The Hair is kinda in the same vein - that's something that could potentially hurt Cass, and so the joke doesn't really feel like ribbing and more like real dislike)

But really, s1 was very good in terms of character growth for those two!! From pretty hostile jokes, they start to form a bond, and start to respect and trust each other more and I really loved it? There was still some way to go, but I really felt like their friendship could go far, and I loved to see the progression from these first jokes I didn't like to the end of s1 where they kinda helped keep each other grounded and just... were very fun to see grow and interact.

And then comes s2.

I guess at first, it wasn't really too bad - it was kinda stagnant, yeah, but there were still some moments that called back to that previous development. But it never went further than that and, in some ways, it even went backwards. I think that intellectually, I know that for the betrayal to work, Cassandra had to feel isolated, and so her friendships were confined to her relationship with Rapunzel only (and they kept hurting the other which fueled her anger blablabla), but the thing is... It felt forced. Cassandra had other friends, the series had spent a lot of time developing her relationship with Eugene, and completely ignoring that to move the plot forward simply shows how fragile it all was.

I don't know if I'm clear but the fact that the betrayal could have potentially been avoided if Eugene and Cass had actual conversations - and these conversations could completely happen and just didn't because the betrayal was a fixed plot point? I really don't like that. Eugene could have been a mediator between Cass and Rapunzel, he could have helped Cass see that no one could truly play Rapunzel's protector no matter how much they wanted, he could have talked to Rapunzel about why some of her actions were hurting Cass, but he didn't and there's no real explanation for that. The show sidelines their bond because it's inconvenient and that annoys me a lot.

And I say that about Eugene and Cass, but in a way, Cass and Adira's relationship was kinda treated the same way? Cass starts to appreciate Adira more, but The Great Tree and her fight with Adira need to happen, so we're just supposed to ignore that previous character growth. I'm no show runner, and I don't pretend I could have done a better job, but it's something really frustrating as a viewer to see the show back-pedaling/ignoring things it established because it's not convenient anymore to where the plot is headed. (Cassandra acting as Captain at the end of s1? Well she needs to feel like she's still waiting for her chance, so forget about that too fhsjsks it's like I get it!! It didn't last and it doesn't erase all her life of waiting but not acknowledging it at all is another source of frustration for me because it's part of a pattern)

I am totally digressing sorry but their friendship was really done dirty by the show. S3 is... not worst, because s2 already destroyed most of the development, but it doesn't make things better too. Eugene feels betrayed and hum okay, fine, he was her friend too and at first I thought it could be interesting - Rapunzel refuses to give up on her, Eugene goes the opposite direction, maybe they can both help the other nuance their feelings on the matter but... it didn't happen. Eugene's feelings on it were magic-ed out, but again, he does help make Project Obsidian so eh who even knows what’s going on anymore.

Cass doesn't talk about Eugene, or like... the kingdom, her whole life, anything at all because once again her relationships are reduced to Rapunzel with the added bonus of Zhan Tiri. She threatens Eugene's life and it's never addressed as an issue between them, but as an issue between Cass and Rapunzel (because Eugene isn't Cassandra's friend then, he's just Rapunzel's bf and so no development from there too).

Eugene going "you're like my sister" at Cassandra sounds so stupid, because they're not, it's been two years since they truly did anything that hinted at this kind of relationship and now the show is like "remember that development we wanted you to forget earlier? Well remember it for the last two episodes please". (And the show's definition of sibling relationship is also stupid and, overall, I'm tired of people being called siblings when they're best friends. I love the found family trope a lot, but that word is thrown around so much that it completely loses its meaning sometimes). And the reconciliation at the end is out of nowhere, Eugene saying she was worth fighting for sounds hypocritical because he clearly didn't fight for her, and Cass isn't shown apologising to any character beside Rapunzel, so I'm not sure when and where and why they would even become friends again. I don't mind they did - as I said, I liked their friendship at the beginning, and I'm not saying they should have stayed mad at each other forever, but after all that happened, I was just tired and sad about what they did to their relationship.

Annnnd this has become very salty, I'm sorry for that. Both their characters suffered from all of this, and... it's frustrating, to me. So as far as I'm concerned, for Eugene and Cass' friendship, canon is dead asjkdlks

#tangled negativity #about the whole sister thing... i was sad for eugene because i do think she's a close friend to him but god i cringed #i love eugene a lot i think it's clear but that was a bad line with a bad timing and tho i can try to make it make sense to me... #in the end the show is what it is and this line makes eugene looks like an hypocrite #and when the writing makes my fav look bad i go >:( because eugene deserves the world alright

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50 QUESTION BOOK TAG FOR WORLD BOOK DAY

By me, Jess. I made this for world book day but then got depressed and didn’t post it on time lmao but here ya go kids be warned though it’s a long one. Also the numbers thing got fucked up and I couldn’t fix it.  I got a lot of these questions from other tags I’ve seen and google so if something sounds familiar... that’s why.

Who or what sparked your love of literature?

Aw my parents fueled my book habit when I was a kid and took me to the bookstore all the time and since then all my teachers have always encouraged me and made me love books even more than I thought possible.

Do you have an ‘odd’ book habit? (page sniffing/never leaving the house with a book)

It’s true that I never go anywhere without a book. I got one in my backpack or purse or reading on my phone but it’s always there.

Do you have a book that you think has changed your life? How?

A lot of books and series have made significant impacts on my life (like I can’t picture elementary school without Percy Jackson being in my life) but like as a person I can’t think of any one book that has changed who I am. It’s been a team effort.

Which book have you reread most frequently?

I think I reread Hush Hush every year lmao idk why

You can meet any author and ask one question. What author would you chose and what question would you ask?

I’d want to meet Shakespeare and ask him if all his characters really were just that gay or if we’re all reading too much into it.

Best book published this year so far?

It’s only March but The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi

Imagine you’ve started a book and don’t like it. Do you see the experience through to the bitter end, or are you able to talk away from it mid story?

I used to always finish what I started but now that I’m in college and have a mountain of a TBR I’ll just stop.

What book is top of your wish list/TBR pile?

Uhh A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Dabos  is on top rn

Favourite place to read?

My bed. Boring but a classic.

If you buy books, do you lend them out? Ever had a bad experience?

Of course. No all my friends respect my stuff and return them promptly.

What fictional character do you ship yourself with?

So many but I think Gansey and I from The Raven Cycle would make the best couple.

Weirdest thing you’ve used as a bookmark

I use whatever near me so I might have done something weirder but lately I’ve been using tissues because I have a tissue box by my bed and never real bookmarks. But I’ve used graded homework, a toy car, a crayon, earbuds, etc.

Favorite quality/qualities in a protagonist and antagonist

Wow this is s hard okay for protag I am a sucker for like stubborn, smartass with a martyr complex. Sad but true. Antags I love a good morally grey character or anti-villain. Tragic backstory but smart as hell. The worst (the best). Characters like the Darkling from The Grisha Trilogy, and Warner from the first Shatter Me book (I know he’s a good guy NOW but back then we all thought he was a sadistic and sexy villain).

Favorite genre and favorite book from that genre.

YA Urban Fantasy babyyy and that’d be City of Bones by Cassandra Clare or Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare:)

  Best/worst movie adaptation in your eyes

Best: Harry Potter and The Hunger Games | Worst: Percy Jackson

Do you prefer reading your own books, or library books?

My own.

How do you choose your next book to read?

Literally whatever I’m feeling like at the moment.

Your favorite word.

I love many words but I have a soft spot for “lively” and “lilt”.

Book that got you hooked on reading/how you got hooked.

I’ve always been obsessed with reading but The Peter and the Starcatchers Series was like my shift from nicotine to heroine.

Opinion on dog-earing, margin writing, ect.

I only write in the margins of books I have to read for class/textbooks. And that’s for studying and active reading purposes. For any other situation: no.

Top 5 immediate to read in no order

A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Dabos

A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi

Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan

The Wicker King by K. Ancrum

A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E Schwab

Most underrated book you’ve read

Definitely The Foxhole Court/ All for the Game series. Fairly small fanbase for some of THE most amazing books I’ve ever read. And the memes will have you in stitches.

What is the first book that catches your eye when you look at your bookshelf?

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell because of the exceedingly bright cover/spine haha

How do you arrange your books on your shelves?

LOL I do not have a system at all. I keep series and authors together and that’s it. Everything is placed where there is room.

You have the power to change a book’s ending. Which ending would you change and what would you make happen instead?

I’d change the end to Allegiant and SPOILERS SPOILERS not make Tris fucking die over her shitty ass brother. I know why she did it but like Veronica girl wyd with that. And I’d want the entirety of Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins to be rewritten into a book that just focused on the domestic life of Finnick and Annie and no one dies.

Favourite book cover?

This is SO HARD. Either The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin or Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi

Which book from your childhood has had the most impact on you?

My entire personality was shaped by the Maxmimum Ride series by James Patterson. For better and worse.

When reading, what do you value most: writing style, characters, plot, world building, pacing, etc?

Characters. I think all of those things are essential and as I read more and more, the pickier I get, but I find myself leaning towards being a fan of a book when I become obsessed with the characters. Like hey!! New friends!!! For my brain!!!

Do you prefer buying books or borrowing them from a library/friend?

Buying them even though I shouldn’t. It’s a real problem.

What books/sequels that are being published this year are you most excited for?

SO MANY OH MY GOD

Okay some of these already came out because it’s March right now but I’ll include them anyways.

SEQUELS/ SPIN-OFFS AND SHIT

The Wicked King by Holly Black; King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo; Dream by Natalia Jaster; Chain of Gold by Cassandra Clare; The Red Scrolls of Magic by Cassandra Clare; Capturing the Devil by Kerri Maniscalco, Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater; Defy Me by Tahereh Mafi; The Shaw Confessions #3 by Michelle Hodkin

FIRST BOOKS

The Binding by Bridget Collins; Wicked Saints by Emily A. Duncan; The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi; A Curse So Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmerer; Romanov by Nadine Brandes; The Infinite Noise by Lauren Shippen; The Beautiful by Renee Ahdieh

Which fictional character would you want as a sidekick?

Percy Jackson because he’s my firstborn son and one of my favourite characters of all time. He is talented, smart, hilarious, an amazing friend, and the sweetest of boys (when he isn’t the sassiest of boys).

How many books have you read so far this year?

Only 15 I am so behind :(

What’s been your favourite read so far this year?

Oh man. Gotta be Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo :)

You’re stuck on an island with a suitcase big enough to hold five books. What books are they?

I probably shouldn’t cheat and say How to Build a Boat huh

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

The King’s Men by Nora Sakovic

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

If you had to go out to dinner with any character who would it be and why? What would you talk about?

Will Herondale and we’d talk about books

Is there a book you have such a hatred for that you would throw it off of the highest tower knowing that the last copy of it will be destroyed so that not another living soul can read it or would you rather keep it and give it to someone else who might actually enjoy it?

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne or After by Anna Todd

Do you believe books make nice decoration?

I mean. I think they should be read before used as decor but I love showing off my books so I guess both. But I don’t believe in buying books for the purpose of decoration instead of reference or reading lol

Do you listen to music when you read? Or do you need complete silence? 

I need silence or low amount of white noise. I used to read and listen to Taylor Swift when I was a kid but I can’t do it anymore.

Do you have a favorite book? If not are you in the group that believes there are too many great books out there to just choose one?

I tell people it’s City of Bones by Cassandra Clare but in all honesty no I don’t have a favourite.

Do you sleep with books under your pillow.

Nope

Do you go to the library or do you have a book buying addiction or are you one of those lucky people who is able to do both?

I do both. Mostly bookstore though.

Own any book inspired clothing?

Yes. Several items :)

Have you ever read a book in another language?

I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, Tristan and Isolde, and Beauty and the Beast in French. And parts of Les Mis.

Strangest book you’ve ever read?

John Dies at the End by David Wong. Still not sure exactly what was going on. 

Favourite type of non-fiction?

Memoirs babey

Favourite non-fiction?

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand

Favourite subject to read about?

History

Favourite book you’ve read in school?

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Favourite work of Shakespeare?

Hamlet

Character you’d love as a mom or dad or guardian?

Hmm Sally Jackson, The Women of 300 Fox Way, or Tessa and Will (they totally count because The Last Hours Series)

I tag literally whoever wants to do this and @fangirl-daydreamer97 @acleeds12 @iviisastrawberry @221bdoom @bicycles-bees-bisexuals @betterthanapit @dippindots126 @vlctorvale

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What's your favorite (Sanders Sides) ship?

Bro,,, my dude,,,, this is the hardest question I have ever been asked in my Life. If you had asked very early on in my foray into Sanders Sides fic (dang how long ago was that? Close to a year at least?), the definite answer would’ve been Prinxiety, with Logicality as second, and no others. I didn’t even know there were more.

Now? I’m trying to explore each ship as deeply as I can, both in the writing of my own fics and in the reading of other’s, and I just don’t think I can give this question a straight answer (maybe because I’m not straight lol). They all have such potential and are paired so perfectly, I can’t choose just one. Whether platonic or romantic.

Romantic Prinxiety, my first ever foray into Sanders Sides shipping. It’s fire and fire, a battle for dominance. Two hotheads that somehow found a cooling balm in each other. Opposites attract, after all, and these two definitely apply. They’re creation. They’re warm movie nights plenty full of arguing over the best characters and plot points. They’re cold nights spent by the fire, leaning into each other for support.

Platonic Prinxiety is sibling rivalry. Two arguing brothers that are somehow still close enough to be each other’s best friends. They’re each other’s support system. They’re loud arguments over Monopoly, They’re the fights on family movie night over what to watch. They’re whispered insecurities in the dead of night, feeling so vulnerable and lost.

Romantic Logicality, my second ever foray into shipping for these boys. Logos and Pathos. Logic and emotion. A perfect balance, each keeping the other in check. They’re romantic dinners that end with a sweet goodnight kiss. They’re chocolate covered strawberries being fed to a lover. They’re whispered nothings in the silence of the night, for no reason other than the love they hold.

Platonic Logicality is a partnership that goes far beyond the average friendship. They’re those weird 3am texts you send to your best friend. They’re early morning coffee. They’re warm kitchen conversations. They’re quiet comforts, gentle hands keeping each other afloat when the seas get rough.

Romantic Royality is two romantic saps falling for each other quickly and completely. They’re trips to the amusement park, clutching each other’s hands as they ride the biggest coaster. They’re trips to the zoo, squealing over every animal. They’re puppy love that grows into something much deeper. They’re spontaneous adventures, never knowing what will happen and loving it.

Platonic Royality is a father with his eldest son. They’re playing catch in the front yard. They’re learning to ride a bike for the first time, learning to rollerskate, learning to drive. Growing up yet never growing old. Family that will never die.

Romantic Logince is competition. Fire against fire once more. They’re Mario Kart races, constantly teasing and flirting to try and distract each other. They’re long walks on the beach at sunset. They’re holding hands even when it’s inconvenient, both too stubborn to let go. They’re heated discussions over novels, carefully formed arguments over who the real hero is.

Platonic Logince is rivals become best friends. More Mario Kart, shoving each other off the couch to get the upper hand. They’re bonfire parties on the beach. A competition to see who can set off the best fireworks on 4th of July. They’re dissecting TV shows, arguing which fan theories have the most credibility to them.

Romantic Moxiety is unconditional support. Two emotional messes who have each other to keep them steady. They’re late night hot cocoa when the insomnia kicks in. They’re nighttime walks in the city, admiring the lights and the bustling people, holding hands to combat the cold. They’re picnics in the park, laughing like dorks and feeling like they’re the only two people in the world.

Platonic Moxiety is a father and his youngest son. They’re days of messy baking. First Christmas’s, with Santa’s presents surrounding the tree. They’re milk and cookies after a rough day. They’re soft, warm blankets in the glow of the television. Family that will never leave you.

Romantic Analogical is stubborn. Holy crap, is it stubborn. They’re two closed off people who somehow managed to find solace in each other. They’re quiet trips to the library, deep conversations over the theme of the book. They’re stargazing late at night, outside the city limits, cuddling under blankets to keep warm. They’re intelligent fire waiting to be released upon the world.

Platonic Analogical is the friendship of the century. They’re quiet study sessions. They’re nerding out over pop culture, coming up with the most plausible theories they can think of (and stupid ones just to make each other laugh). They’re texts of support at 1am, grounding each other when the ground’s been taken out from under them.

Romantic LAMP is the perfect balance. They all provide something so important to each other. Logan is the grounding force. In times of high emotion, he keeps them all on the ground, making sure every decision is thought through carefully. Patton is the reminder that it’s okay to feel, being a pillar of support to each and every one of them, and they know he’ll always catch them if they fall. Roman keeps the romance alive. Keeps them going when they feel they’re out of fuel. Virgil is the reminder that it’s okay to be afraid and walks them through those fears. Show’s that there’s nothing wrong with being afraid and is living proof that someone will always pull you out of whatever dark hole you’ve fallen into.

Platonic LAMP is family. Movie nights that turn into all nighters, filled with pillow forts (and pillow fights) and holding each other close. Family game nights, ending in laughter and board game pieces being thrown across the room. Surprise birthday parties with laughter and full bellies from food and cake. Family dinners full of conversation, it flowing easily with each person feeling able to be heard. Bonds that can never be broken.

That got WAAAAAY away from me. But like, I cannot physically choose a favorite ship? They all have so many aspects to them. The heartbreaking angst is unique for every single one. The tooth-rotting fluff is unique for every single one. Their dynamics are all so astoundingly different, I can’t imagine having to pick one over all the others. 

There’s so much yet to be explored with each one, too! I didn’t even cover everything I was thinking here for each ship, and I guarantee what I DID cover, I probably didn’t cover well lol

#sanders sides #virgil #patton #roman #logan #prinxiety #logicality #analogical #moxiety #royality #logince #LAMP #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #headcanons #sanders sides headcanon #ask #anon

[the-inkwell-variable]

My first official fluff piece! Still kinda angsty, but it's cute - to a point lol

I'm so sorry. I cannot figure out how to add a read-more on this new formatting.

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Coming up with excuses to hang around the engine room was getting harder every day. Delivering messages for people was always an easy bet - the priest couldn't be bothered to crack his old knees on those stairs anyway - but the stupid crew on this stupid ship didn't send messages to the resident tinker very often.

She could always break stuff.  Parvati was always down to fix it, and whenever someone brought her some broken trinket, she got the cutest expression on her face - a weird mix between excitement and exasperation.  All of her shyness just completely vanished as she scolded them for being so careless with their things, revealing the true bullheaded nature behind her stammering, eager-to-please front.

But how long could she keep "accidentally" breaking her stuff before Parvati confiscated it, just like she did Felix's mechanical tossball action figure?  Not much longer, that was for damn sure.

And she couldn't just... show up and linger. What excuse would she use for that?  "It's too loud out there"? The engine room was way louder than the rest of the ship combined - even when Ellie and Vicar were screaming about philosophical bullshit in the cafeteria and Felix had his tossball match turned up to drown them out. Besides, she had soundproofed her bunk specifically to give herself a quiet space.

"I'm interested in mechanical engineering?" Ha! What a laugh. Every single person on the Unreliable knew that Nyoka didn't give two shits or a fuck less about fixing her own belongings, as long as she had the bits to pay someone else to do it.

The only option left was honesty, and let's face it: that wasn't her strong suit. She had a reputation as a badass (if constantly drunk) bounty hunter to maintain. Confessing that she enjoyed hanging out with the dorky engineer made her sound like a lovesick puppy - which she wasn't, for the fucking record. She didn't like Parvati like that. She just like getting the girl the ramble about her favorite topics, watching her face crinkle in concentration as she struggled with a complicated mechanical part, the way her face turned out a particularly off-color joke. There was no love there, and she'd sock anyone in the mouth that would even dare to suggest such a thing.

And yet, Nyoka still found herself lingering outside the cafeteria, sneaking furtive peaks at Parvati.  Look at her. Nibbling that snack cake like she's a baby sprat. God, she's so freaking adorable...  She turned away, her lip curling in a sneer of self-disgust as she took another drag from her flask. Even the rough burn of old whiskey couldn't drown the way her heart pounded against her chest.

God, what had this quiet mechanic from Edgewater done to her?

She didn't even realize that her feet had carried her into the room until she looked down and saw Parvati staring up at her. Her lips were smiling that tight-lipped smile that all polite folks gave when unexpectedly bumping into someone they barely know, but her eyes were confused, maybe even a little frightened. She hated that look. She wanted to grab the girl's shoulders and shake some common sense into her, to scream "Why are you afraid of me?! I'll kill everyone on the ship and myself if it would protect you!"

But she wasn't that dense. That would just scare the poor girl more, and the very thought of Parvati fearing her turned her stomach. Instead, Nyoka twisting her own lips into a smile and forced out, "Hey there, tinker. Didn't mean to scare you."

Parvati quickly shook her head in an obvious act of self-preservation. "Oh, not at all, Miss Nyoka! I was, um, just eating a quick snack. Got to stay fueled for the road!" She giggled awkwardly, and Nyoka wanted to wrap her arms around her and squish her tight - though whether it was to comfort her or to squeeze out the anxiety, even she couldn't say.

"With empty calories like that? You're going to burn through it and crash in an hour."  She strolled to the refrigerator, forcing herself to tame her trademark stomp to a casual strut. "What's the thing Junlei says all the time?  'Treat your body like a machine - quality fuel and plenty of rest, or you'll end up rusting like an overworked engine.'  I don't know anything about machines, but it sounds right. Here."  She tossed a small container of food to the confused girl.  "Cystipig stew. Homemade. It's something my - one of my old teammates used to make. The methane added a kick, but Boss says I'm not allowed to flood the kitchen with explosive gas."  She scoffed as she dropped into the chair across the table.  "Coward."

Parvati let out a soft laugh escape as she tentatively scooped out a spoonful of stew, and Nyoka's heart fluttered in her chest in a way that was surely heartburn and nothing else. "I can't imagine methane making anything taste better... Except maybe mantisaur. Is it true that people eat mantisaur on Monarch?"

"Only if they're really desperate. As in, 'I've already eaten the floorboards and my roommate' desperate."

Parvati's spoon hovered before her mouth as she shot Nyoka a part-horrified, part-rebuking glance. "You shouldn't joke about such horrible things. People suffer through terrible hardships - it's cruel to make fun of them."

The urge to retort was powerful. She wanted to snap back that, as someone who spent years as one of those people, she could say whatever she damn well pleased about the subject - that according to Holy Man DeSoto, making jokes about the subject was 'an ingrained coping mechanism that helped her deal with her trauma' or whatever. But - and she could not for the life of her understand why - she kept her mouth shut.

Parvati stiffened to brace herself for the inevitable backlash, but when none came, she relaxed just enough to taste the offered stew. Her eyebrows shot into her messy brow. "This is really good! You said that your former teammate made this?"

"She - created the recipe, yeah." Nyoka couldn't meet her gaze, not what the lump growing in her throat. "That's not important though. You really like it? Even without the methane?"

"It's delicious. It tastes like - oh, what was it dad used to say?" She scrunched her face as she wracked her brain, and the lump in Nyoka's throat dissolved like sugar. "Tastes like Grandma used to make. It's homey and warm, like curling up in a freshly made bed after a hard day of work." She took another bite and closed her eyes, chewing slowly as if to relish every bite. "Mm... I can see why you treasured that teammate. If her personality was anything like her food, she was a really amazing person. "

Nyoka shook her head as she gazed at Parvati, her lips twitching into a rare genuine smile. "God... You're so nice. I... I want to kiss you."

Parvati's eyes drifted open to focus on Nyoka's face. "What did you say?"

Nyoka stared back, frozen in place as her stomach clenched tightly. Oh God - what to do? She couldn't admit what she just said! But what to say?

Parvati sat up straight now, her head tilting ever-so-slightly. Her bottom lip jutted out to give her an adorably confused pout. "Nyoka?"

And now she was taking too long to respond - fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck - In a panic, Nyoka blurted out, "If you died, I wouldn't miss you!"

They both froze, staring at each other - Nyoka in horror, Parvati in confusion. As the gravity of her panic response settled upon them, Nyoka clenched her fists under the table. Her face burned with shame while Parvati's face paled beneath her dusky complexion. Tears began to collect in her amber eyes, and she turned her head down and away. "I - I see. I'm sorry for whatever I said that made you feel that way, Miss Nyoka." She pushed the chair back and stood up, her hands trembling at her side. "I'll just go."

"Parvati, no -" Nyoka reached out instinctively then snatched her hand back. "I didn't - that's not what I - God damn it!" Slamming her fists against the table, she threw her chair to the floor in her haste to get up and storm from the cafeteria.  You're not running away, she assured herself as she locked the door to her sleeping pod, longing now more than ever for the ability to slam the door with a satisfying bang.  You're taking a step back to collect yourself and figure out what you're going to say to fix this.  She punched the door and spun to slide the ground, leaning against it and feeling, for the first time in her life, like a serial character. "Fucking hell, Nyoka..." she muttered as she pinched her brow between her fingers.  "You're really in the shit this time. You and your fucking mouth... "

It took an hour and several gulps from her flask to calm her nerves and figure out exactly what she was going to say, but finally Nyoka was ready to tackle the hardest battle she'd ever had to face. Taking a deep breath (and another swig for courage), she opened her door and walked to the kitchen. It took every ounce of self-control she had to keep her body still. Treat this like capturing a raptidon, she encouraged with every step.  Don't show fear. Never show fear. You're the baddest bitch on Monarch. They make fucking serials about your adventures. You can handle apologizing to a dorky girl from a hick town.

Despite her totally awesome pep talk, she still had to pause outside the cafeteria and rest her forehead on the cool door frame.  You can do this.  Deep breath. You know exactly what you're going to say. Just go in, stay on script, and get out. No ad-libbing. You want this to be another Angeline Graves situation?  'course not. All right. Countdown. 3. 2.... 1.

Inhaling deeply, Nyoka pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Parvati, I -"

She stopped short as a sob interrupted her and allowed her blurry eyes to take in the room. Parvati slumped over the table, sobbing into the crook of her arm. "I don't understand what I did! Why -hic- did she have to be so cruel? I thought we were bonding!"

"Hey, it's not your fault," Ellie soothed, rubbing comforting circles between Parvati's shoulders. "Nyoka is a terrible person. She's probably drunk again - she's a total ass when she's drunk. Just ignore her, okay Par?" She looked up and scowled when she saw Nyoka. "What do you want?"

Nyoka couldn't respond; her tongue felt like a dead fish between her teeth. She could only stare, stunned, at Parvati's shuttering form. The realization that she had done this - her cruel words, spat in a moment of sheer panic, had reduced her shy, cheerful crush to a complete emotional wreck - drove like a dagger into her heart.

Ellie was right. What kind of absolute scumbag would do something so awful to such an absolute angel?

"Hey, dipsomaniac. Do you fucking mind?" When she still didn't answer, Ellie raised her other hand to snap her fingers impatiently. "Christ, are you that drunk? The fuck do you want?"

Nyoka finally snapped out of it. "Nothin'," she muttered, lowering her gaze to the floor. "Don't want nothin'." She grabbed two bottles of purpleberry wine and shuffled back to her room, ignoring the muttered scoffs behind her. As soon as the door was securely locked, she sank into her soft cot and popped the first cork.  "Here's to being the baddest bitch on Monarch," she whispered, the first salty tear trickling between her lips, "and the fucking worst person on the Unreliable.

Cheers."

#outer worlds #nyoka/parvati #fluff #one shot #outer worlds fic #talia answers

[smartcookie727]

Hiccups

Hey guys! Thanks for all the love and support :) every like, reblog, comment, and tag means so much to me. It’s how I know if you like the material I’m writing. So, a lovely anon requested my first nalu fic. It’s taken a while cause I did a ton of research (lol go read that fic too) to make sure I got the characters and relationship right. Anon, I’d love to hear what you think of this! Branching out is great, and one day I’d love to be able to write any ship :) Anyways, so here’s a little fluffy fic I thought would be fun. My friend @miss-zei pointed out after she got a sneak peek (she helped me understand their relationship a lot and I was very nervous about writing a new ship correctly) and saw the spoilers that there are a number of parallels between this and the final chapter. Maybe I’m a wizard like I keep saying, and I guess it means I got the characters down alright :) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy. Even though the door may be closing on the manga, us fic writers will open many more. All you have to do is ask and be patient.

Pairing: Nalu Prompt: I said I love you Length: 2.3k

Hiccups

It was all Lucy could do to keep her hiccups under control. A few times a minute they would just spring from her lips and the rest of the girls at the table would burst into giggles. Hiccups were Lucy's tell, though it didn't take her hiccuping fits to tell she was well passed tipsy. Lucy was a very handsy drunk, and true to her nature, she laid draped over Juvia's lap as the alcohol pulled yet more laughter out of their group.

 Cana had orchestrated quite the night. The entire evening was a blur of drinking, dancing, emotional conversations, and more drinking. The girls had desperately needed to blow off some steam from a crappy week, and Cana had been more than happy to facilitate. Lucy absentmindedly curled Juvia's hair around her finger as her friends joked and jeered.

 "Hey, Levy! You two should get a room!" Cana yelled from her seat at the table. "Or better yet don't, you're putting on quite the show." Across the room, tucked into a corner, a beet red Levy hid behind a hulking, metal-studded man. Gajeel had decided to get a drink, supposedly on a whim, at the exact same bar where they were hanging out, barreling through the door not half an hour after the girls had settled in. Lucy figured it was the work of a certain pearl haired barmaid, who appeared to be enjoying the show as much as Cana. Gajeel turned around to lock eyes with Cana and flashed a wolfish grin before grabbing Levy, carrying her off to a more secluded part of the bar. Lucy knew Gajeel hadn't actually slung Levy over his shoulder and slapped her ass as he ran away, but in her rum fueled haze that's what she saw.

"Well I guess Levy is gone for the night." Erza noted before the table burst into laughter once more.

 "But the night isn't over yet!" Cana assured them, "I'll grab the next round." The girls collectively groaned as Cana ran back to the bar. Most were approaching their alcohol limit, but Cana was just getting started. She returned with four drinks, shot estimate of each unknown, when Juvia looked at her phone and startled in her seat.

 "Juvia must go home. She has just traded shifts with Meredy so she can work a double with Gray tomorrow. Juvia won't be able to work if she has another drink and would be sad if she missed the chance to spend an entire day with her beloved." She stood suddenly, Lucy's head falling onto the cushioned seat with a thump.

 "Owwww!" Lucy complained, rubbing the tender spot as Juvia attempted to crawl over her and leave the table.

 "Bye, Juvia," Cana called after her. "I want all the juicy details tomorrow night." She sat down and turned her attention to the only remaining girls, Erza and Lucy. "Well, who gets her drink?" she asked, eyes scanning them both. "No one else is leaving until these glasses are empty!" Cana's gaze rested on Lucy, who was running her fingers along the edge of fabric where her skirt met her thighs. Lucy silently cursed, knowing what would come next. "How about...Lucy!" She cringed. "You haven't been as chatty as usual. Afraid too many drinks will loosen your lips and you'll spill some kinky details about Natsu?" Cana purred, pushing two drinks in front of her. "I'm not letting you go until those glasses are empty and I get some dirt."

 "You're such -hic- a perv, Cana," Lucy murmured as she reached for the first drink. A hand cut her off and grabbed the glass, downing it in one tip of the hand.

 "Hey, jerkwad, that was my drink. What kind of asshole takes someone else's—" Lucy was cut off by a pair of warm, chapped lips. She shivered at the kiss and melted into an all too familiar heat as the man brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear. Their lips parted with a smack and Lucy smiled.

 "Not as good as Levy's show, but nice nonetheless, 6 out of 10, kids," Cana jeered.

 Lucy looked up at her boyfriend. "What are you doing here, Natsu? Don't you have an early shift tomorrow? You should be in bed."

 "So should you." He replied, stroking the top of her head. "Cana, don't let her get so drunk next time." He crossed his arms and glared at the only slightly sober girl at the table. "Mira had to call me to make sure she got home alright."

 "We were just having a bit of fun, oh knight in hot pink armor," Cana drawled. Natsu added a scowl to his deepening glare. "She hasn't even had that much to drink. She still has to finish her last one."

 "She's hiccupping so much I could hear her the moment I walked inside. I'm cutting her off." He picked up the second drink and downed it as fast as the first. "Your terms have been met. Both glasses are empty. I'm taking her home." He grabbed Lucy under her arms, dragging her to her feet and chuckled, "Thanks for the free booze!"

 The grin on Cana's face faded instantly. "No can do. The terms included kinky details. She may not be released."

 "Sorry Cana, only Lucy gets to know about the kinky stuff, but Erza can probably give you a detail or two. Me, her, and Gray were practically joined at the hip growing up. I'm sure I left at least some impression." He winked, and Cana leaned over to Erza.

 "I forgot how close you three were as kids." Her attention clearly changed targets. She pushed a drink slowly towards Erza. "Why don't we play a game?"

 Erza shot an uncomfortable glance at Natsu, silently promising him a monumental beating. He'd suffer that later at least. "Her debt is paid. She's going home," Natsu declared, pulling Lucy from the table and walking her towards the door.

 Outside the bar, Natsu took a minute to assess Lucy's level of intoxication: she was a mess of giggles, hiccups, and swayed with every step. Her hands pawed at his arms and shirt. She was in no condition to walk, even if her apartment was close by. Lucy watched as he examined her, beaming back at him. Natsu was always there for her. "Hop on, Luce, you're not walking home like that. I don't want to take a trip to the ER cause you stumbled and hurt your ankle."

 "I -hic- can walk just fine -hic- Natsu."

 He looked at her skeptically. "If you can make it through a full sentence without a hiccup, maybe I'll let you walk. Otherwise it's riding time" He paused, voice turning barely wicked. "Don't make me grab you like Gajeel does to Levy. That'll be a difficult trip for both of us."

 Lucy giggled. "Please, no, Gajeel carries poor Levy like a sack of -hic- dammmit—potatoes sometimes."

 "Yeah. I saw him bolting for the bar's back door with her as I was walking up. Didn't look like she minded all that much, though." He turned his attention back to Lucy. "No more stalling, climb on."

 Begrudgingly, Lucy set herself into position as Natsu crouched down so her could carry her on his back. He lifted them up and after a couple of wobbles from adjusting to the weight, began the trek to Lucy's apartment. As he walked, Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, one hand woven into his hair and the other hanging limp next to his neck. Natsu's rhythmic steps lulled her from conversation to rest. A car honked in the distance and Natsu startled, jumping in his shoes just a fraction. Lucy stirred.

 "Sorry I woke ya Luce, everything's fine, go back to sleep. We'll be there soon," Natsu crooned.

 Lucy wiggled her fingers, locked in his hair, and nuzzled his neck. "Tell me you love me, Natsu."

 "Huh?"

 She pulled his hair ever so slightly. "Tell me you love me. I like -hic- hearing you say it. We were talking at the bar, and -hic- Cana mentioned she never heard you say it." She smiled against his neck.

 "I love you, Lucy."

 She sighed a happy, triumphant sigh. "Say it again Natsu."

 "I love you, Luce, but you're silly when you're drunk." He wanted to poke at her nose for being so cute and silly, but his arms were occupied carrying her, so he gave her thigh a squeeze.

 "One more time -hic- for good measure!"

 Natsu smiled wickedly, he'd give her a good one. He inhaled deeply, roaring into the night, "I said I love you, Lucy!"

 Lucy hadn't been experiencing such ferocity, but she laughed and returned statement with as much of a roar as she could muster. "And I love you too, Natsu!"

 Natsu turned his head and kissed her for a long, tender moment. "You taste like Rum, Luce," he teased.

 "Better than tasting like Tequila!" She replied.

 Natsu laughed. Even drunk, Lucy didn't miss a beat with her quips. "True. Now I assume you don't want me to go climbing up to your window with you on my back. Hand me your keys." Lucy fumbled in her purse and managed to fish out her keys. Natsu took them and began unlocking the door to the building and proceeding up to the third floor. "You know, I hardly ever come up these stairs. There's no flare in just walking," Natsu joked.

 "Yeah and I never -hic- fall on my ass in the bushes." Lucy retorted, waking up slightly as she jostled against his back.

 He paused on the landing, reminiscing. "It's only happened a few times. Looking at it overall, I hardly ever fall—anymore."

 Natsu approached to Lucy's door and quickly shoved the key into the lock, eager to have the extra weight off his back. He awkwardly opened the door, stumbling inside, her mess of shoes next to the entryway nearly toppling him. He removed his foot from her horde and gently placed Lucy on the couch. She sprawled out and would have fallen asleep there, but Natsu began to undo the clasp on her heels.

 "I thought the prince was supposed to put on the princess's shoe, not take it off," Lucy mumbled.

 "He would if the princess wasn't drunk and could remember to take off her shoes before she went to sleep," he retorted, removing both shoes and tossing them into the pile. Lucy stretched her toes and sighed in relief, feet surprisingly sore. "Alright, bedtime, Lucy." She nodded and moved to stand up, but stumbled and fell back into the cushions with a hiccup. "Hold on," he placed a peck on her forehead, "I'm gonna get a trashcan. I think you're more drunk than you realize." He disappeared into her bathroom, searching for something small and easy to clean.

 Lucy laughed to herself, "Probably." A sudden hiccup shook her system and she pitched from the couch to the floor. She was still very drunk, but it was fun to be so loose and carefree. Lucy played with her hair and walked her fingers over her stomach and breasts until Natsu emerged from her room. He looked down at her and chuckled. Her hands had a mind of their own after Lucy had a few drinks, and she looked adorable squirming on the ground like a cat. Natsu crouched down beside her, petting her head as he slowly lifted her to a seated position. He ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair, silently admiring her. Lucy moved her walking fingers from her stomach to his arms, working their way over his biceps and up his neck to his ear.

 Natsu carefully grabbed her around the knees and back, lifting her in his arms. He knew she loved being carried like this, it made her feel safe in a scary world. "Wanna know something?" Lucy asked softly. Natsu nodded as he carried her to her bed. "I don't care if I'm more drunk -hic- hahaha than I realize." He peered at her, and she knew the question on his lips. "Cause I know you'll be here to pick me up if I fall." She smiled bashfully, blushing as much from sincerity as from the heat of the alcohol.

 "Of course." He set her down on the bed. Lucy yawned, hands struggling to remove her top. Natsu helped her fumbling fingers with the zipper and pulled the fabric over her head. When she was comfortably undressed, she crawled under the sheets, soft against her exposed skin. She hadn't slept in pajamas since Natsu had started staying the night; he turned into a furnace the moment he drifted off to sleep. Lucy felt her stomach turn as she laid down, her head spinning just a little. Purposefully falling asleep while drunk was generally a dicey experience for her, and she was glad Natsu had placed a small trash can next to her nightstand. Ready to face the consequences of her—or rather Cana's—decisions from earlier that evening, she laid her head against her pillow. Then she felt his strong, familiar arms wrap around her and she sighed happily.

 "You don't have to stay," she paused, "I know you have to be up early for work in the morning." There was no response save for the tightening of his grip around her waist and the feeling of a warm body pressed against her back. "But I'm happy you are." She nestled further into him, her weariness and nausea slowly melting away at his touch. "It's these little things—how you take care of me—it's how you say you love me without needing the words, and I love you for it." Lucy felt him smile and place a gentle kiss at the base of her neck, his embrace lulling them both into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#nalu #fairy tail fanfiction #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #ftfanfics #side appearance by gajevy cause I love them #Cana alberona #juvia lockser #Erza scarlet #guys you have no idea how nervous I was planning this #but I really love the way it turned out #for some reason I could only write this fic after midnight #maybe mashima was sending me the nalu vibes #i read so much to prep for this #cookie writes #fairy tail fics #hiccups

[kfawkes]

You are a glutton for punishment. I'm the same. For the Kiss Prompts. 14: A kiss on the neck. Any ship.

ALRIGHT IM DOING A PROMPT. 

It’s time like 1983726532987 years later lmao.

I decided to go with a different ship this time! Just to spice things up lol. I know you’re a fan of DA and ME, but unfortunately I haven’t played DA sooooo I’m gonna go with a fresh pairing from ME…. I CHOOOOSE JACK AND MIRANDA!!  :D HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

The day had already been far too long for Miranda. All she wanted was to curl up with a nice cup of tea while she read some shitty romance novel. But here she was having to discipline Jack… again like she pretty much always was. Between throwing fits when she didn’t get her way and breaking things daily, to her homicidal tendencies… Well, let’s just say it was enough to keep Miranda on edge and most of the time it felt like a full time job. But as small as these annoyances started, they grew much larger after each mission. More and more Miranda felt herself fixating on each little thing Jack would say… Each irritating thing Jack would do… Until Jack was almost all she thought about.

Today, on the longest day she’d had since… Hell, probably since they’d found Shepard’s body- those feelings were no different. She felt that tingle of annoyance shifting low in her stomach, as it turn and spin its strangeness around her. Now as she sit in her office staring intently at Jack, she couldn’t help but… notice her. And more than once she found herself zoning out on the cluster of tattoos marking her lower stomach and chest… 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Jack pressed her hands firmly on Miranda’s desk as she lean over and eye her with pursed lips sporting her own version of a snarl.

“Nothing… Never mind that.” Miranda shook her head as she straighten her stack of datapads ignoring Jack’s piercing gaze completely. “You can’t keep doing these kinds of things, Jack.”

“You’re not my boss, Cheerleader… Shepard is.” Jack raised a eyebrow as she tilt her chin downward eyeing her through narrowed eyes. “I don’t listen to you.”

“I might not be you boss, but Shepard left me in charge and you will follow my orders.” Miranda still didn’t look at her… because every time she did, she couldn’t keep her eyes still. Actually, they wandered just about everywhere but where they should be. 

Over her hips, her neck, her lips…

“Shepard has been MIA for 2 fucking days, she didn’t leave you in charg-” Jack started but was interrupted when Miranda stood mirroring her stance under heavy eyes, holding her face mere inches from her own. She felt the smallest jump in the pits of her stomach as a whiff of Miranda’s mint and honey scented hair surrounded her. 

“I’m your superior whether you like it or not. If you’ve got a problem following directions, I’d be happy to drop you at the nearest fuel station, or if you prefer I can open the airlock.” Miranda’s voice was stern and there was no hint of what was really going on in her mind present in her voice. Or, at least she hoped. “You pick.”

Jack narrowed her eyes to mere slits as she pushed her face a little closer. Was this her way of challenging Miranda’s orders? Was she testing the dedication to her threats? But more important to Jack, was what the fuck was that look Miranda was giving her? She couldn’t tell and truthfully she didn’t know what she was even doing either. Confrontational and impulsive like always; so here she stood a few inches from Miranda’s face thinking things she really shouldn’t be… Thinking of ways to kill her… but mostly thinking about ways she’d–

After a moment Jack watched those big blue eyes flutter in slight confusion as she open her mouth to speak. Watching as her round lips parted, and as nothing but a faint sigh came out. Watching as she shake her head lightly sending another wave of sweet mint floating towards her. 

Miranda was avoiding eye contact as she slid her top lip between two rows of pearly white teeth momentarily. When she spoke this time, she wasn’t confident, but nervous and her voice was light and quiet. “What?”

“What do you really want to say to me right now?” Jack didn’t move and her eye contact was unwavering. 

Miranda swallowed as she chew the inside of her cheek lightly. “I don’t follow.”

“I thought you were supposed to be a good liar.” Jack smiled slightly as she narrowed her eyes, studying Miranda more carefully. “Here’s an idea… Why don’t you tell me what you really think about me… Lets get all this damn dirty laundry out in the open shall we?”

A fight with Jack was the last thing she wanted, but it was clear she was fishing for an excuse to argue and with the strangeness of her recent feelings- well, it was hard not to react. Miranda sighed loudly, deciding she wouldn’t back down this time. “Fine. If you really want me to play your little game, so be it… You’re psychotic. You’re completely out of control, you’re arrogant, selfish, rude… immature… Yo-you’re messy, bit-” 

But before Miranda could finish, she felt a warm hand grip the nape of her neck as it pull her tightly forward. She felt the fingers lightly scratch the base of her skull as they form a tight fist around her hair. But mostly she felt Jack pressing her soft lips into her own. She felt herself giving in and kissing her back… 

After a moment she pulled herself backwards throwing a hand loosely over her lips as she trace the space Jack had just been. Behind widened eyes she look forward to Jack who stand with brow lowered staring to the ground. “You… What the hell was that, hm? What are you trying to do…”

“I… I don’t fucking know, alright? You just… I don’t know yo-you got in my head, and I’ve been…” Jack let out a soft sigh as she press the tip of her tongue to the corners of her lips still not looking to her. “Am I just fucked up?”

Before Miranda knew what she was doing she walked hastily around her desk and grabbed Jack’s face lightly between her gloved fingertips. A second later she pressed her mouth to hers again as she push Jack into the nearby wall, massaging her tongue gently with her own; sending chills through both their bodies. 

Jack pulled her handful of dark hair to the side now pinning her to the wall instead. She slid her hand up Miranda’s back as she press her body harder into her soft fleshy suit, feeling her firm body beneath it’s surprisingly thin fabric only made her desire grow. With another pull she revealed Miranda’s ivory neck as she trace every small freckle decorating it with small soft bites. When she reached behind her ear, Jack pulled a handful of hair tighter sliding a pierced tongue from collarbone to the tip of her chin. She felt Miranda press her hips forward with eyes shut and hurried breath as she kissed a line from her mouth to the center of her chest…

“We found Shepard!” Garrus busted through the door in a panicked fluster. His voice was strong and full of worry, but he didn’t seem to notice what he’d walked in on. “We have to go NOW. She doesn’t have much time.”

In the seconds of their intrusion they separated as quickly as they joined, both awkwardly adjusting things that didn’t need fixing as they wipe their mouths innocently. Miranda pulled a lip inward, avoiding eye contact with Jack as she straighten her hair uncomfortably and clear her throat a bit too loudly.

“Right, let’s get going.” She nodded profusely as she step forward behind Garrus leaving Jack in her office in silence… but not before sending her the smallest of smiles.

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