#Zachary Oneshot

[penaki]

MAN has it been a while since i've posted something, have some updated artwork of that ref sheet i posted a WHILE back.

[humunanunga]

I am back from San Japan, and I've had some rest, which means I can start going through the pics I'd taken or pics taken of me! I was very excited to have made it, because this was the first con for the team of the already exceptional Danganronpa-inspired game they're developing, @proj-edens-garden! The prologue is already available to play, and they had a Chapter 1 demo available to play at their booth.

It was so nice meeting you all, I had so much fun!

[isaacathom]

my friend pondered a highschool au for their ttrpg ocs, and then i went 'hmm. interesting. what if my ocs?' and then, well,

[cloversnstrawberries]

platonic yan OC masterlist ! !

MALPRACTICE | PARENTAL SUPERVILLIAN (& neglected!hero sidekick!reader)

intro post | x

"palentine" valentines day oneshot | x

"this is no place of honor" hurt/comfort oneshot | x

AMEDEA | OLDER SISTER (FIGURE) CUPID

intro post | x

ZACHARY | OLDER BROTHER 80s SLASHER

intro post | x

zachary & gn!reader w/ dyed hair | x

EVERETT | YOUNG SERIAL KILLER GRANDPA (& time traveler reader)

intro post | x

"MICHAEL" | ALIEN SCIENTIST (& human teen reader)

intro post | x

PROF. JEREMY MCKINLEY | PARENTAL 70s MAD SCIENTIST (& reanimated reader)

intro post | x

...more to be added !

˙∘ʚ🍀ɞ∘˙ clover's crazed rambles/answered questions

malpractice | general infodump/how long would he take before "surprise adopting" reader

malpractice, amedea, and zachary | appearances / ref boards

zachary | random bits n pieces/general infodump

everett | how would grandpa!everett react to your disappearance + some general time travel lore

amedea & zachary | how would a possible crossover go?

malpractice | what if he got attached/abducted forgotten hero!reader?

get to know my ocs emoji prompts

[poll 1] [poll 2] [rematch 1] [rematch 2]

[silvvermst]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

SYNOPSIS :: you accidentally riled up a school bully and guess who decided to make an appearance, that white knight nerd from your Science class.

NOTE :: trying a grumpy x sunshine oneshot? black cat and orange cat oneshot? idk i’m just trying (this is long af and ngl I'm tempted to make this a series)

TYPE :: fluff

It was a warm afternoon and the school bell rang early, which gives time for the students to spend their leisure time. But of course, your professor has to be a real dick and make your whole class create a project and pass it the very next day.

So here you are now, in the library hoping that you can get started on how your project is going to be, where the sun has already gone down and you're needing just one more book to search through the shelves. At least it was peaceful here in the library, that was until small moans and groans had been echoing at the very back of the library, away from the librarian's desk.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath. Walking away was your option, until the guy started talking. Wait a fucking minute, that's Juliet's boyfriend.

You should have minded your own business, but she was your friend. It would be devastating to find out through your friend about your boyfriend's betrayal, but sitting around and doing nothing might be even worse.

You grab your phone from your pocket and without hesitation, took a picture. The only mistake was why the hell is your flash on to begin with?!

Both of them looked up and they saw your head popping from the side of the shelf.

The bliss on their face was replaced by rage, he pushed away the girl on top of him and quickly dressed up. “Give me you fucking phone.” The mean aura around him makes you step back as he steps closer.

“No the fuck I won't.” You were preparing for a sprint when he caught your arm, digging his nails onto your skin leaving moon crescent marks.

It stings but you try your best to get him off of you. It all happened so fast, when a fist swung at the guy's face. He immediately lost his balance while the person who punched him curled into a ball from the searing pain in his hand that swung at Zachary.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” You muttered, looking back and forth at the two idiots who were yelping in pain.

The girl he was with already fled away, but you stood there debating whether to help the poor guy, not Zachary, but the other who looks like he's the one who's been punched.

“Fuck! What's up with your face? Ow!” The stranger groaned as he cradled his stupid hand to his chest.

Zachary had already stood up straight and immediately followed-up a stronger punch right into the guy who punched him first. The impact of Zachary's punch on his face made him stumble against the bookshelves that made the books fall on the wooden floor with loud thumps.

Finally! The librarian made their way to the scene and let out a shriek, guess the books were more important than the guy who had his face punched. You saw how the librarian finished putting back the fallen books to its shelves, and looked at the three of you.

“They did it, Zachary Riggins has been fucking a new girl here in your library.” You voiced out, taking the initiative to blame Zachary. “It's distracting since they're getting louder, we're only here to inform him to get out.”

The librarian raised their eyebrow that looks like they're doubting your story, and took a look at Zachary with his messy shirt and hair, with pants undone.

“Mr. Riggins, come with me to detention, you too.” They said pointing at you. Come on, you really don't have time for this shit.

“I, uh, I will. After I, I helped him to the infirmary.” I said, going to the stranger who has his hands on his face, still sitting on the floor. “He was punched by that asshole for helping me since I was being harassed by Zachary.”

The librarian took a moment before nodding their head, “Fine, then you and Mr. Graham go straight to detention, understand?”

You nodded, and watched them disappear between the bookshelves. You turned your head to the stranger, who was still in the same position.

“You shouldn't have involved yourself if you can't take a punch.” You said, and nudged him with your foot to stand up.

“Mhm... my vision is blurry.” His voice was full of pain.

You winced the moment he lifted his head, a dark violet has been spreading around his right eye. “Come on, get on your feet. I'll help you.” Your patience was running thin when he didn’t move an inch, so all you did was slumped down the floor and sat beside him. “What are you even doing here? I thought students get to roam free since we’ve all had early dismissals.”

“Uh, just like you. I'm preparing for my project in our Science class.” His answer was still weak but he looked at you when he felt your warmth.

“What do you mean?” You connected two and two together, so he was actually your classmate. “Oh, are you new?”

His brows furrowed like what you said was weird, and from his point of view, it definitely was.

“I have been your classmate for a year... you, you never noticed?” The tone of his voice changed and his expression was dejected. As you quickly looked away because of the guilt building inside of you. “I even passed you my notes when you said you forgot yours.”

You tried to remember the times where you talked to him in class, tried even harder the time you saw him in your class! But nothing comes to mind, it was as if he was invisible to begin with.

“Can't remember.” You bluntly say, before adding up, “Now, get up, I'll take you to the infirmary.” Holding out your hand towards him.

His expression was still like a hurt-puppy and your words added salt to his wound, but he won't miss an opportunity to hold your hand so he took it without questions.

“Jesus, if you've been punched in your left eye as well you'd look like a panda.” There was coldness in your voice yet the moment he snickered you couldn't help but chuckle.

“I'd love to be a panda if it means you won't get hurt.” He says, and you'd be deaf if you say you didn't hear it. It was plain and clear, but you decided not to ask anything about it.

In just half a minute, you were in front of the infirmary. Opening the doors and helping him to get inside as he only has one good eye, his right has already closed. The infirmary was quiet as always, but this time it was too quiet. Calling out to the nurses in charge, no one greeted you back.

“Shit!” Cursing to yourself, before looking back at him. In his pitiful state, he’s in one of those sofa chairs that are placed near the wall. “Hey, come on. Let’s put you to bed.” All he did was to nod.

You helped him reach the end of the bed before collapsing into it, “Wait for me, I’ll grab some ice.”

You quickly left his side and went to the desk of the nurse’s station, you saw an empty ice bag and searched for a freezer to fill it with ice. Then, returning to his side you poked him in the arms. “I’ll put the ice bag in your eyes, ok? It will reduce the swelling.” But it looks like he was already sleeping the pain off when he didn’t respond and so you leaned over and put the ice bag on his eyes, and another on his knuckles that landed on the jerk's face. After your job was done, you were planning to leave and head to detention by yourself but he uttered your name.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Mhm. I was almost asleep. But I heard you walking away, didn't the librarian tell you to go to detention with me?” He said, his eyes still closed.

“Well, obviously, you can't do detention right now given your situation.” You explained with your finger pointing at the ice bag. “It's best if you rest here.”

He pushed himself to sit up at the hospital bed, taking the ice bag off of his face. “Look, I'm fine.”

The bruised eye was still twitching and the color of it stays the same. “Don't be stupid. You're not in a good condition–.”

“Fine.” He said as a sigh, prolonging the syllable. “At least, stay here, please. I got hurt because of the jerk.”

“Ha! Not my problem, I didn't ask you to do shit.” You coldly responded, being aware how he's using his current state to make you stay. Why would he even want you to stay? You barely know him.

But he knows so much about you.

“Please, just until I fall asleep or the nurse comes back. I just want to talk to somebody.” He pleaded, gosh, his pitiful state just added an effect for his puppy-dog eyes.

“You're so sensitive.” Only a small laugh slipped out of your lips as you massaged your temples with your index and thumb.

“Ouch! That sounds awful the way you say it.” He added, that only turned your small laugh into a giggle. “It's just, I never thought that I would be so invisible that you wouldn't notice me.”

Again, the guilt creeped in that you rethink about the times you took classes together. Were you so out of your system that you have passed a year without interacting with anyone, well, aside from your circle. But they were all in different classes and you don't share one with them, you figured that circle of friends was enough and you don't have to interact with anyone.

But you stayed quiet, letting him continue his sentence, “You belong with the Vortex, so I knew you were trouble when I first saw you in our class. Yet the days go by, you weren't really like them. Sure, Nathan was an asshole through and through. Victoria will make you a laughing stock on her blog. Yet you, you don't push people to their limit or crush them beneath your status and wealth. You're just, you just don't care.”

He talks as if he knows everything about you, that it made you step back. “Shit, are you a private investigator? I don't need a character analysis right now, Mr. Graham.”

“You know my name?!” You were surprised by how he almost jumped out of the bed.

“Be careful! You can get really hurt from your stupidity. And no, I don't, I just heard the librarian mention it.”

“Aw..” He sulks going back to slumping against the pillow on his hospital bed.

“But since we got in this situation, we might as well get to know each other, propely.” You suggested, to lessen the fact that you don't remember a bit of him.

“Right, I'm Warren Daniel Graham, just Warren is fine.” In turn, you told him your name even though he has already muttered it a hundred of times in his mouth. Loving the way your name rolls off his tongue.

“Did you know that we first met in the hallway, in your locker. I think you were talking to Victoria about how you'd be her next model.”

“Ah, yeah, I modelled for Victoria once. I think that was a year ago. And, a guy,” You stopped mid-sentence, that memory of yours when a guy accidentally did something stupid. “Holy shit! You're that guy who threw his dissected frog at Victoria!” You said your hands were throwing in the air.

“Accidentally.” He corrected, “Ever since then, I feel like I've been part of the Vortex's Kill List.”

You can't help but laugh out loud, replaying the memory that was once buried. Seeing the reaction of Victoria made you speechless at that time, as for the guy, well, Warren, his dimwitted expression only added to the fuel that was bound to explode from Victoria. You can still vividly remember how she slapped Warren, hard, then walked away and grabbed you in the process.

“Oh, shush, I convinced them not to. Nathan was ready to make you regret coming here, but I just told them that no one took a picture and the issue was already gone.” You explained to ease his worries.

“Shit, thanks to you, I'm still alive to this day.” He smiled, fuck, he looks so adorable with that grin.

“So we're even now.” You commented, you didn't even notice you already sat down at the foot of the bed and laughed at how the conversation was flowing so easily. Being comfortable with anyone that fast was never really your thing, it took a lot of time before you can show your true colors to someone else.

You noticed the fatigue in his eyes and how it slowly crept into his body, taking it over and how his muscles loosened.

“Don't go.”

“I won't, silly. I promised I'll go when you're fast asleep.” He nods, still trying to fight off the weariness.

It wasn't long before he is fast asleep, he looked more peaceful and you knew it was time to go.

“Oh my! I'm sorry I took my break too long.” A nurse appeared when you hopped off the bed.

“It's alright, he's just resting. He got the black eye from a fight.” You explained, grabbing your bag on the bedside table. “Please, take care of him.”

With that, you quietly walked away and went to detention. Just your luck.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

can y’all recommend me the fluffiest schmoopy-est one shots you know? am currently sick and mopey rn :(

So many great fluffy one shots, I've tried to choose a selection. We have the oneshot tag and the fluff tag! But here are some. Get well soon! ~Jen

In your atmosphere  By Mistyday

AU; Kurt's an out of work actor in LA, Blaine's the boy playing guitar on the 3rd Street Promenade. Companion piece to Covered in Rain, in which we explore if it'd been Los Angeles instead of New York.

and follow up Covered in Rain by Mistyday

AU; Blaine plays guitar in a cafe, Kurt's there one day and Blaine's smitten. Inspired by a picture found on Zachary Quinto's twitter and John Mayer's Covered in Rain. A love song to New York City.

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A Season of New Developments By Coffeeaddict80 @caramelcoffeeaddict

Shortly after Kurt moves into a new apartment building and meets his hot new neighbor, Blaine, he hires Blaine to photograph a huge fashion spread that he's organizing for the January issue of Vogue. In the meantime, the two men spend their free time getting to know one another better.

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Blind by calliopemelpomene

Blind dates never work out. Except sometimes.

Read at:  [PDF]

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How Something Like luck you are by OhQuixotica

 Kurt and Blaine have a crappy date, then make up for it on the playground, and Blaine never does find his shoes.

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I thought maybe you knew by @gleefulpoppet

A sweet coffee shop meet-cute, where a stranger with gorgeous hazel eyes saves Kurt from one of his exes. Sappy trope goodness through and through.

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She gave me two hearts by anna_timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Kurt Anderson-Hummel found some reports pertaining to Blaine Anderson-Hummel about his past medical records which contained a very shocking secret. What would happen when Blaine finds it? How would they handle it together?

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Us-Tube By daffodilkurt

We’re both rival YouTubers with the “anything you can do I can do better” rivalry. Whoever uploads a video first the other one makes a video exactly like it but better. Our subscribers ship us even though we live far away from each other. We have an encounter at a con one day

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Sleep tips for the Chronically Nocturnal by rockitman

Kurt can't sleep and Blaine takes that as a personal challenge

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Midnight by notenoughttogivebread

Written for Klaine Advent: Kurt and Blaine after The First Time.

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and couldn't resist adding:

In Sickness and in… by flaming_muse

There’s just Blaine, his hot pillow, and the heavy winter clouds pressing down on his chest. Futurefic.

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[clownboymcchucklefuck]

hi hi hi hi So for people who don't remember the birthdays of the colored gaze boys:

Seth - September 15th

Zachary- October 11th

Simon - November 29th

I will be doing some writing and oneshots for their birthdays so YIPEEEE

[stephaniebrownslover]

!REQUEST PAGE!

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢(it's a lie, i just want to make this everyone's problem).

𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 "𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩", 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩.

✎Characters I will write for;

Jeff The Killer

Clockwork

Puppeteer

Laughing Jack

Homicidal Liu

Hoodie(creepypasta version)

Masky(creepypasta version)

Sally(not romantic way)

Ticci Toby

Lazari(not romantic way)

Zero

Nurse Ann

Ben Drowned

Bloody Painter

Judge Angels

Eyeless Jack

Lulu

Nightmare Ally/Slender Doll

Slenderman

Splendorman

Trenderman

Emra

Jane The Killer

Dr. Smiley

Dr. Pain

Kagekao

Nina The Killer(version 1&2)

Candy Pop

Lost Silver

Glitchy Red

Rouge

Cat Hunter

Stripes

Zalgo

X-Virus

The Chess Master

Nick Vanill

Killing Kate

Nathan The Nobody

Papa Grande

Dollmaker

April Fools

Suicide Sadie

Vailly Evans

Lifeless Lucy(not romantic way)

Sam(not romantic way)

Lily The Dollmaker(not romantic way)

Kate The Chaser

Hobo Hearth

Dark Link

Jason The Toymaker

Laughing Jill

Sadie Serenade

Candy Cane

Nemesis

Skroll

Weeping Forest

Scarecrow Girl

Silent hunter

Gasmask Maid

Four Eyed Jessy

İris/Hung Girl(not romantic way)

Chris The Revenant

Asylum Nancy

Pinkamena

Rainbow Factory

Wilson The Basher

Nightcrawler

Mary Vaughn

Will Grossman

Freddy Butcher

The Bartender 1941

Sarah lee

Zachary

✎Characters i won't write for;

Offenderman

Armless Bob

Tails Doll

Sonic.exe

Smile Dog

Grinny Cat

Red Angel

Virus

Seed Eater

Rake

Ani The Wight

Pencil Neck

Mr. Widemouth

BBVR

彡Things i will write;

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

X reader oneshots

Angst

Fluff

Ships that i like

Crack plots(please indicate it)

And other things i didn't mention under this

彡Things i won't write;

Any kind of sexual content/smut(I'm asexual so please don't request it)

Rape/non-con

Ships that i don't like

Weird kinks

Way too much gore

Underage relationships

Pedophile

İncest

Zoophile

English is not my native tongue so please let me know my mistake in grammer and characterizations!

[narabea06]

All the characters in the creepypasta/STA fandom I will write for -

Jeff the Killer

Homicidal Liu

Jane the Killer (Richardson)

Nina the Killer

Mary Vaughn (Jane's canon wife)

Randy Torres (JTK bully)

Keith Spikes (JTK bully)

Troy Maverick (JTK bully)

Eyeless Jack

Lulu

Bloody Painter

Judge Angels

Nurse Ann

Dollmaker

Killing Kate

Kate the Chaser (STA)

Toby Rogers

CR (STA)

Lauren (STA)

Rogue

Wilson the Basher

Chris the Revenant

X-Virus

Lazari Swan

Sally Williams

BEN Drowned

Sam Williams

Iris Hung Girl

Lost Silver

Legless Eliza

Stripes

Clockwork

Kagekao

Puppeteer

Su!c!de Sadie

Vailly Evans

Roadwalker

Zero

The Ballerina (Emra)

Zachary the Proxy

Rosemary Young (Zachary's girlfriend)

Lyra Rogers (Toby's sister)

Jesse Richardson (Jane's sister)

Mike Knight (Killing Kate's brother)

Chris Hopkins (Nina's brother)

Connie Rogers (Toby's mother)

Beth Hayes (Kate the Chaser's mother)

Tom Milens (Kate the Chaser's father)

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Rules for Requests -

I write headcanons and on occasion oneshots. I also making ship inspired playlists. Im also open to drawing any of the characters above.

No NSFW

Ships are allowed, but I'm allowed to decline any ship request I receive if I'm uncomfortable with it or if I'm just not willing to write for it.

Part 2 requests are absolutely allowed. Dont be afraid to ask for me to write for a character I've already written for, bc if you happen to, I'll just write you more headcanons.

Do not constantly request for headcanons after your request has already been sent to my inbox. Please wait until I finish writing your request before you attempt to request more

Questions are welcomed! You have questions about my AU? Go for it!! I love answering questions about it :>

I do not do romantic x readers!! I will do any platonic x reader no problem, but I'm personally uncomfortable with writing romantic x readers.

"That's not canon" Guess what, I don't care :DD Most of these characters are already abandoned by their creators anyway. There's no use in telling me how my rewrite/headcanons aren't canon when the creator themselves haven't interacted or written for these characters for years, nor do they care to.

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Masterlist -

General AU Headcanons -

Zeyner, Vine, and Lyra being GNC

Ethnicity Headcanons

Individual Headcanons -

Vailly Evans Headcanons

Toby Rogers Headcanons [Part 1] [Part 2]

Nina the Killer Headcanons [Part 1] [Part 2]

Lyra Rogers Headcanons

Eyeless Jack Headcanon [shitpost]

Zachary the Proxy Headcanons

Kate the Chaser Headcanons

Nurse Ann Origin Headcanons

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

Homicidal Liu Headcanons

Jeff the Killer Headcanons

Zero Headcanons

Emra the Ballerina Headcanons

Ship + Duo Headcanons -

SceneGothVaughnWork Headcanon [shitpost]

BlindHomicide Headcanon [shitpost]

Puppeteer + Nurse Ann Skit

SadieWalkerEvans Ship Chart

Lulu + EJ Headcanon

LosingInitialChaser Headcanons

GothVaughn Headcanons

Trouble Trio Headcanons

SceneGothVaughn Headcanons

Zachmary Headcanons (+ General Rosemary)

Being Friends With Creepypastas -

Being Friends With Jeff The Killer [with GN! Reader with Burn Scars]

Being Friends With Nina the Killer [with GN! Scene Kid Reader]

Art -

Relationship Chart

Lulu Headcanons

Bellamy + Lora (OC ship)

Chris TR + X-Virus - [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Chris the Revenant

Brittany Cohen + Aria the Taken (OC ship)

BloodyZero doodle

JudgeZero doodle

NinaKate Art

KillingZero doodle

Medi Worry + Jonah Victim (OC ship)

Oneshots [on AO3] -

I'll Be Better This Time, I Promise [Nurse Ann + Puppeteer]

In-Character Tweets -

Jeff reacting to BlindHomicide, Zero terrorizing Jeff, Jeff harassing Jane, Ben comes out, Toby and his new job, and Toby's driving skills

Wilson's hangover

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Thanks to @myheadsgonenumb for the tag. I've really only worked on a request for a Dr Zachary Smith oneshot for the NSFW prompts I posted a few weeks ago and it's turning into a whole-ass episode of The Orville I feel 🤧. Here's a bit of what I have so far:

“Doctor, I’m not sure if you heard the announcement, but we need all hands prepping stations for first contact. You’ll be a member of the landing par —”

“Yes, yes, I heard you,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand without once looking up at you.

“And yet, your team hasn’t begun to prep the med bay.”

“You’re blaming me for their incompetence?” he asked, finally looking at you.

“As their commanding officer, it’s your job to —”

“I know what my job is, Captain.”

You arched a brow at him. “Do you? Because it seems for the last year that you’ve been on this crew your time has been consumed with sulking like a spoiled child who had his candy taken from him.” You took a step closer to his desk until the edge was barely pressed into the legs of your trousers. “May I remind you, Doctor, that the United World Governments would’ve been in their right to send you to Lastrites for what you did on Jupiter II. As far as I’m concerned, you’re only here due to their willingness to have mercy.” You put a little more bass in your voice. “Now get up and instruct your team to prepare for first contact. I expect you to be in the shuttle hangar in five minutes.”

The corner of his lips curled into an amused smirk as he looked you over. “Very well, Captain.”

No pressure tags: @celestialsister0918 @sluttery-withoutshame

[phoenixesse]

About Post!

Hi, I'm Vienna!

I have this blog mostly to look at fandom stuff and promote my fics!

A few things about me:

-I'm Canadian

-My favourite colour is yellow

-my favourite song is Achilles Come Down by GANGOFYOUTHS

-I'm a young adult

-At the moment, my gender and sexuality is genderqueer (They/She) and Sapphic Arospec

-I have ADHD and autism (expect hyperfixations haha)

-my personality type is INFJ

-my enneagram is 4w5

-I’m a Libra Sun, Pisces Moon, and a Virgo Rising

-Like I said, I'm a writer! I used to be a high level English student. My favourite style to write is with a very philosophical flair. At the moment, I'm trying to incorporate that into scripts for a video essay medium!

-I love understanding the human condition and the ways that people feel about living. That trait definitely rubs off into my work

-I LOVE space and using space themed literary analysis. Whether that be the planets and stars themselves, or celestial idea like tarot or horoscopes, I think it’s all really cool to think about

-I'm a competitive curler! (the sport). It is a very left field and niche interest but I love talking about it

-I love indie RPG's, but my favourite would have to be OneShot

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Things you'll probably expect on this blog (in order of interest):

Major:

(Mostly special interests, please talk to me about these anytime)

-Pokemon (any canon, especially pokespe)

-Sonic (I LOVE SHADOW)

-Splatoon (I LOVE Splatoon lore)

-The Legend of Zelda (mostly ALBW, BotW, and TotK)

-Five Nights at Freddy's (I love lore)

Minor:

(Things I have been interested in and will occasionally talk about, you can definitely still ask about these things!)

-OneShot

-OFF

-Stardew Valley

-Undertale/Deltarune

-Haikyuu!!

-Homestuck

-Amphibia

-Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (no spoilers past part 7, please!)

-Fairy Tail

-The Good Place

Other:

(Things I have been interested in, but don't engage with at all anymore. I don't mind talking about them though)

-Assassination Classroom

-Hamlet

-Noragami

-Frankenstein

-Dream SMP

Favourite characters and ships (/p included) for said fandoms:

Pokemon:

-Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Gold, Silver, Platinum, Black, Y, Rika, Volo, Cogita, Cynthia, N, Bede, Nemona

-Originalshipping, namelessshipping, jadeshipping, preciousmetalshipping, entourageshipping, moonlillie

Sonic:

-Shadow, Blaze, Sonic, Surge, Rouge, Amy, Sage

-sonadow, blazamy, whispangle, wavouge, surgamy, tekamy, roupaz, kittails (/r or /p, THEY'RE KIDS), strobotnik, sonamy (/p)

Splatoon:

-Agent 3, Agent 8, DJ Octavio, Frye

-agent 24, cuttletavio, pearlina, shivrye

The Legend of Zelda:

-Link, Zelda, Hilda, Ravio, Tulin, Revali, Riju, Urbosa

-Zelink (/qpr), Tulin and Link (/p)

Five Nights At Freddy's:

-Michael, William, Charlie, Henry, Crying Child, Elizabeth, Cassie, Gregory, Glamrock Freddy, Roxy

-Michael and Crying Child (/p), Gregory and Glamrock Freddy (/p), Gregory and Cassie (/p), Cassie and Roxy (/p)

OneShot:

-Alula, Niko, The World Machine, Silver, Kip, Rue

-Alula and Niko (/p), Niko and The World Machine (/p)

OFF:

-The Batter, The Queen, The Judge, Zacharie

-The Batter and The Queen (/p)

Stardew Valley:

-Krobus, Haley, Abigail, Sandy, The Wizard

-The Player and Haley, The Player and Krobus (/p)

Undertale/Deltarune:

-Chara, Kris, Sans, Undyne, Alphys, Queen, Susie, Flowey

-Alphyne, Suselle

Haikyuu!!:

-Oikawa, Hinata, Yachi, Kiyoko

-iwaoi, kiyoyachi, kagehina, bokuaka, matsuhana

Homestuck:

-Dirk, Jake, Aradia, Jade, Roxy, John, Rose, Terezi

-Dirkjake, Rosemary, Johndave, Karezi

Amphibia:

-Marcy, Anne, Sasha

-Sashannarcy

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure:

-Gyro, Young Joseph, Caesar, Jolyne, Lisa Lisa, Johnny, Kakyoin

-Gyjo, Caejose, Jolymes, Jotakak

Fairy Tail:

-Lucy, Cana, Natsu, Erza, Mavis, Yukino, Irene

-NaLu, LuCana, Zeravis, Zervis

The Good Place:

-Eleanor, Tahani, Chidi, Michael, Janet

-Cheleanor, Teleanor (/p or /r)

Assasination Classroom:

-Karma, Nagisa, Nakamura, Koro Sensei

-Karmagisa

Hamlet:

-Ophelia, Hamlet, Horatio

-Tragic Danish Boyfriends

Noragami:

-Yato, Hiyori, Bishamon

-Yatori (the age gap makes me feel weird. I like their dynamic though)

Frankenstein:

-Victor, Henry, Elizabeth

-Clervalstein

DreamSMP:

-Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade, Ranboo, Philza, Niki

-Sleepy Bois Inc (/p), Benchtrio (/p)

Other things! :

-I love getting asks! Please send me just about anything, I love responding

-If you want to draw fanart of my fic, please, please do!! It would absolutely make basically my whole year

-I accept writing requests, but they'll only be done when I get around to them/if I want to write for them

-Reblog/like spam is totally alright

-I may post nsfw, but if I do, it will be very rare

-If you are a bigot of any type, please get off my blog right now. I don't support any of that kind of shit. (Racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc). Please be nice to everyone!

That's all! I'll leave a couple of links to my other media below, but otherwise, thanks for checking my blog out!

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

I'm planning to upload a oneshot each week for @alastair-appreciation-month ! I'm really excited about it. One will be about Alastair's PTSD as well as Matthew's, one will be Thomastair hurt/comfort, one will be Alastair and Grace friendship, and one will be a sibling fic with Cordelia and Zachary (ft. Thomas.) I'm so excited!

[birdylion]

20 questions for fic writers!

@annerbhp said she tagged anyone who wants to do this.

How many works do you have on ao3? 26, of which 15 are in English

What’s your total ao3 word count? 50,585

What fandoms do you write for? I have written for Mass Effect (Trilogy + Andromeda), Harry Potter, Rivers of London, Firefly, The Memoirs of Lady Trent, Rogue One, … mostly a small number of fics each, it seems that I'm a fandom hopper. I can't say what I'm working on at the moment, for reasons of (exchange related) secrecy, but my other WIP that I can talk about is for this one German crime TV show that's got a new episode upcoming soon, Tatort (the Saarbrücken version).

What are your top five fics by kudos? HP: What we're made of, my trans Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger fic Good Omens: Sleepless Night, my Ineffable Husbands insomnia comfort ficlet Rogue One: The Darkest Prison, my Baze/Chirrut during imperial occupation fic Rivers of London: Bintumani, my Elsie Winstanley in Sierra Leone adventure fic The Memoirs of Lady Trent: Studying Dragons, my fic about a queer subculture in the flying university

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I usually respond to comments, but sometimes they sit for a (really long) while in my inbox before I answer because I want to look at them in the preview of my unread comments. Why do I answer? Always in the hopes of awesome dialogue :D but also to show my appreciation for the commenters

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? My first impulse was to say that I don't do pure angst without happy endings, but that's not true: I've written two Mass Effect fics that fit the bill. One is wistful and introspective about a failed relationship between Ryder and Reyes Vidal, but the other is more angsty: "under the burning sun", a story set between ME1 and ME2 in which Shepard & Kaidan return to Virmire to grieve Ashley. It's a story about grief and doesn't have a happy or even hopeful ending. They lost someone they didn't want to lose.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm not sure it's the happiest, but my fluffiest ending is in "Spürst du die Funken", my (German language) Dean/Seamus getting together story with gay Seamus & grayromantic bi Dean that I'm still meaning to translate into English some day.

Do you get hate on fic? I've never gotten hate on fic. Fingers crossed it stays that way.

Do you write smut? Not until recently, and I haven't published anything yet. One of my Tatort Saarbrücken fics is going to be very smutty though. Like, pure smut with a side order of character development.

Do you write crossovers? I haven't published any crossovers yet, but one of my WIPs is a Rivers of London / The Old Guard crossover in which they're in the same world, and Peter becomes the same kind of immortal as the Old Guard.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? As far as I know, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, not so far.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, it's one of the Tatort Saarbrücken WIPs! With @shakespearerants . We're kind of stuck on the editing though because I can't find the time for getting back into it.

What’s your all-time favourite ship? I'm a multishipper (multiple ships even for the same character), how am I supposed to have an all-time favourite? Also, since I'm not that prolific and I'm a fandom hopper, there aren't many pairings for which I've written much. I guess Ron/Hermione is the pairing I've written the most? But that's, like, 3 oneshots.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? I haven't given up hope for any of them. There are some I don't want to finish because I've lost interest, but for the rest, I'm still keeping up hope. There is one that has a low priority though, and that's a fic for the book "Firebrand" in the Green Rider series in which Zachary and Estora have consensual but very bad (and from Zachary's side unwanted) sex. I started it because their dynamic was so uncomfortable in that book, everyone acting as if everything was alright, even Zachary himself, and I wanted to explore what I felt was an approach more true to the emotional reality of the situation.

What are your writing strengths? Introspection and emotions. Also, landscapes and travel logistics, I think. But I'd be interested to hear other people's opinions on that, obviously.

What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue. I'm used to writing introspection. I love lingering in the internal thoughts and feelings of my POV character, and since that's the kind of role play writing I've done for almost 10 years now, I'm good at it (and in German, I can do it subtly). But it doesn't lend itself to the rhythm a good dialogue needs to have, so I always struggle with that. I should try to get more into theatre.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'd do it if it fit my story, but I have strong feelings about how to do it. It has to fit the situation and the characters, and having dialogue in another language than the fic is a stylistic choice that tells us something about the POV character and the other characters. So you'd have to do it very deliberately. Also, I'm particular about bilingualism and accents. Mostly, I don't show accents in written speech, especially when it's not something the characters would notice. A good example of how I use other languages and accents of other languages in fics would be "What we're made of", my trans Viktor Krum story. I wrote it from his point of view, so of course he doesn't notice his own accent in English, how his pronounciation differs from, e.g., Hermione's. In his dialogue, I write him making grammar mistakes I think a native speaker of Bulgarian could make in English (extrapolating from my experience of Bulgarians speaking German, adapted to English grammar), but in his internal thoughts, I use normal English grammar because he thinks in grammatically correct Bulgarian, even though I don't comment on it.

First fandom you wrote for? The very first I wrote for was some horse girl book I had as a child. The first I published were for Harry Potter.

Favourite fic you’ve written? To Serve the Sacred, a very niche Mass Effect Andromeda worldbuilding fic from the POV of a Kett soldier, a view into the internal politics and religion of the Kett, which are the (on the surface generic) bad guys of the game. There's a lot of implied lore, and I'm exploring that. I still want to write an continuation of the game in which I'd explore it even more, as I have a big interconnected headcanon for why they are the way they are. Anyway, that fic has 21 hits and 3 kudos, but I'm immensely proud of it.

I'm tagging @shakespearerants @freizusein @hermitknut @astronicht and @weatheredlaw - and as always, anyone who wants to do this! Seriously, I mean it (as you can see from the fact that I wasn't tagged personally, either).

[circus4apsycho8]

more than a hug. | the batter x reader

Fandom: OFF

Pairing: The Batter x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, cussing

It was no surprise to you that the Elsen were very cuddly creatures. Not only that, but they were very squishy, too. You absolutely loved hugging the cute little guys! Who wouldn’t? They were warm, soft, and sweet.

The first time you had hugged an Elsen was after Dedan had finished yelling at the one. You and your beloved Batter had stepped out of the barn before you found yourself rushing over to the pitiful thing. How could you not? The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

You were quick to scoop him into your arms. “Hush now. He’s just a mean old man. You did nothing wrong.”

He accepted your hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You hear him sniffle a little bit. “Th-thank you…hhh…you’re too kind.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, hugging him a little tighter. You heard your Puppet awkwardly shuffle around, causing a deep chuckle to emanate from your chest. A few seconds later, you set him down onto the ground. The little Elsen had a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Miss, th-thank you and your…uh…friend here for purifying the barns. Even if it didn’t get noticed by the Inspector, we appreciate it…” he teeters off when he notices Batter glaring at him. You smack the Batter’s shoulder and smile down at the Elsen.

“You’re very welcome! Take care of yourself, alright? I think it’s about time we got a move on.” Batter remains silent as you bid the Elsen goodbye.

“I will! Good luck with…whatever you’re doing!” the Elsen wishes before the Batter grabs your hand and drags you behind him.

“Thank you!” you yell, waving at him before turning back to your Puppet.

“Dude, chill. You can let me go now,” you comment. He reluctantly releases his grip on you.

“What was that about?” he demands, looking anywhere but at you.

“He was about to cry, Batter! He was scared! I couldn’t just leave him like that!” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“He would have gotten over it.”

You sigh. “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, Batter.”

…

The second time you were cuddly with an Elsen is when you and Batter got stuck in the shopping mall maze. Batter was getting extremely frustrated and you just wanted to get the hell out of that blue hellhole.

So, when you and Batter found a lone Elsen who had claimed to be lost, you declared it was time to take a break.

“I’m lost,” the Elsen said, “I could make a fire with the boxes...to ward off the ghosts...but...that would be too dangerous.”

You immediately began to answer, but Batter pulled you back outside for a moment.

“Don’t answer him.”

You roll your eyes, growing annoyed. He couldn’t just boss you around like that. “He’s lost, Batter. We need to help him get out of here!”

“He can find his way out by himself.”

“Batter. He’s scared. Can’t we bring him with us? It’s only temporary. I can do all the talking, too!” you push, trying to decipher how he’s feeling. Batter frowns at your words, and not for the first time, you wish you could see his eyes. “He might attract a Spectre.”

And it was then and there you knew there was something else wrong. Throughout all of your travels, Batter had strived to attract Spectres so he could Purify them. Hell, he’d even shouted out to them in the smoke mines! So why was he so worried about attracting them now? Especially since they were much weaker here, too?

“Since when are you worried about attracting Spectres?” you grill, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Shaking your head, you look back up at him. “Look, what’s up with you, man? This isn’t like you.”

“I don’t want him to come with us,” he answers. You don’t buy it, but at the same time you know he’s not going to crack just yet.

With a sigh, you say: “I don’t think that’s all, but I know you won’t tell me. Can’t he just come with us? Who knows, he might be of help!”

He remains silent for a few more moments, then: “Fine.”

You grin before darting back into the room. The Elsen looks up at you hopefully.

“Come on, we can help you get out,” you coo, smiling.

“Wh-what about the ghosts?” he asks.

“We can protect you from them. Trust me,” you answer before offering your hand to him. He takes it gratefully before you pull him up.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replies. You hear the Batter scoff quietly from behind you.

“You’re welcome,” you respond.

“Let’s go,” comes Batter’s voice as he nearly stomps out of the room. You roll your ryes. So much for taking a break.

“Ignore him. He’s always grumpy,” you inform, taking his small hand and pulling him behind you.

…

During your trek through the exasperating maze, you noticed Batter was considerably quieter and tenser. Eventually, you had decided that he would tell you about whatever was bothering whenever it suited him. He seemed to be angry too, if the way he was taking out whatever monstrosity showed itself. It was almost like he didn’t want to listen to you but did anyway. His stubbornness grew to the point where you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the battles, so you could comfort the Elsen.

And when, finally, you five reached the Judge, the Elsen quickly thanked you and scampered off while Batter spoke to the Judge. You waved at the unfortunate Elsen before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Is not this publicity so effective and efficient whilst defying the basics of consumer marketing?” the Judge says once he sees you. The two of them are facing some kind of advertisement painted on the wall.

“For silkier hair: the meat fountains of Alma,” Batter reads, clearly unamused.

“Oh, you can read? Anyway, I am glad to have found you. Maybe you can help me unravel the mystery that fate has placed before me,” the Judge comments. He glances up at you and smiles before trotting over to you. You sit down cross-legged against the wall before he crawls onto your lap. Smiling, you pet his soft fur.

“It turns out that my brother has been living in this area for many years. He has a special affinity for colors of the cool kind. Unfortunately, I have so far failed to cross his path. I have tried to betake myself to the roof of the library, where he resides. However, I found the door closed. Even the long hours of intensive, repeated meowing and compulsive scratching did not do a thing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Judge. Is there anything we can do to help?” you question, scratching him behind his ear. He mewls in response, flipping over onto his back in a silent request for tummy rubs.

“My request is as follows: if at the bend of a corridor you happen to see Valerie, give him my greetings.”

You nod. “Will do.”

“Okay,” The Batter agrees. “Puppeteer, I’m going to go speak to Zacharie for a moment. Do you mind waiting here while I do so?”

You’re mildly surprised, but you agree anyway. “Uh, no, go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He saunters away, trusty bat in hand with Alpha and Omega following him.

You blink. “That was weird.”

“Eccentric of the Batter indeed,” agrees The Judge, “what do you think is amiss?”

“He’s been acting very…out of character lately,” you muse, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on.” Is he mad at you? Should you be doing something differently? If so, then why isn’t he just talking to you about it? “I wonder if he’s mad at me.”

“I highly doubt that. Your beloved Puppet could never be angry with you for long,” The Judge responds.

You shake your head, causing the Judge to glance up at you. “I don’t know, Judge. If I did something wrong, he just…he needs to speak up. I guess I should ask him about that, huh?”

The Judge nods. “If you truly believe so, then communication is the sole solution.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh, sifting your fingers through his soft fur.

A few minutes later, Batter reappears in the room, the Add Ons at his side. It was then you realized he didn’t buy anything because you were the one holding the credits.

“You good?” you question as the Judge reluctantly slides off of your lap.

“Yes. We should go,” he answers, although you catch a glimpse of his cheeks, which are…wait, is he blushing? You wonder what the odd merchant had said this time around.

Before you left, however, you approached the masked merchant standing idly behind the counter.

“Ah, buenos dias, dearest Puppeteer. How could I be of assistance?”

“Could I see what you have on you?” you ask. He chuckles.

“Of course, belle femme,” he replies, showing you his wares. You’d grown used to the odd nicknames he gave you.

You ended buying a few Fortune Tickets and some meat, placing all purchased items in your inventory before bidding Zacharie goodbye. Before you can move away, however, the merchant catches your hand in his. You freeze, watching as he lifts his mask ever-so-slightly before he brings the back of your hand to his lips.

“It’s always a pleasure to serve this little ragtag team of yours. Sois prudente, jolie fille.” Releasing your hand, he chuckles at your shocked expression, smirking as he glances at your stunned Puppet.

“Th-thank you,” you stutter before Batter places his hand behind your back and pushes you out of the door.

Once you’re outside, you blink a few times before you’re able to speak again. “Dude. What. The. Fuck?”

Batter shakes his head, probably both at your choice of language and recent events. “Language. I don’t know why he’s…” he sighs.

“He’s so weird. Wait…aren’t you fluent in French? What did he say?” you question.

Batter huffs. “The first nickname was ‘beautiful woman’. The second one was ‘Be safe, pretty girl’.”

Your cheeks grow even redder upon hearing the translation. “W-what? Really?”

He nods, remaining silent as the two of you continue to the park.

“Puppeteer…” he starts, voice soft.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze blatantly.

“I…” he trails off before continuing, “I think we should rest in Zone 0 before going to the park.”

You nod, the exhaustion of getting through the maze catching up with you. “Agreed.”

…

Once you two have reached the abandoned Zone, Batter hurriedly guides you past Zacharie, despite his greeting, and ushers to the upper levels.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?” he questions.

“Here’s fine,” you respond, sliding onto the floor. He hesitates before sitting next to you and dropping his bat onto the floor. You lean your head on his shoulder, causing him to tense up a bit before relaxing.

You hear him sigh again. “I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically sullen for a man as stoic as he usually is.

“Kind of. I just wish you would talk to me. What’s going on with you, Batter? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

He heaves yet another sigh as you straighten your neck and shift. Batter looks up at you while you move. You end up straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. He stiffens at your gentle touches. From this angle, you can finally see his eyes.

You can’t tell exactly what color his eyes are, so you reach up before grasping the brim of his hat. He catches your wrist gently before you can pull it off all the way.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. “I really want to see your eyes.”

His grip on your wrist loosens before he removes it completely. “Go ahead.”

You smile at him in a silent thank-you before you remove it.

His eyes are a pretty shade of amber. They hold a kind of exhaustion that could only be obtained by fighting for something one couldn’t accomplish.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” you comment, smiling, “why didn’t you want me to see them?”

He bites his lip for a moment before looking away. “I am not entirely sure. I guess I just…don’t want you to see my…my real ones.”

“Your real ones?” you question, tilting your head slightly.

“Yes,” he confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t, Batter. Will you show me, please?” you ask, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

“Very well,” he says, “will you close your eyes for a moment?”

You obey quietly, pressing a hand against his. His hands are much bigger than yours as well as drier and calloused from using his bat so much.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Upon opening them, you find that his amber orbs have been replaced with four eyes. The irises are a deep shade of burgundy while the rest of the eye is a pretty crimson color.

“Whoa,” you breathe, removing your hand in order to trace the skin around his eyes. Even though it’s definitely unnatural for a human, he still looks handsome. “Those are even cooler!”

“You think so?” he questions, still unsure.

“Yes. I mean…I’ve never met anyone with red eyes before. I…I think they look even better than your other ones,” you confess, smiling shyly at him.

He studies your face for a moment before a teensy little smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Puppeteer. Thank you.”

You chuckle. “That’s what you get for having a pretty face. Now,” you lean back a little. “What’s been going on with you?”

His little blush is back, which almost makes you giggle. “Well…it has to do with what I talked to Zacharie about earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I…whenever I saw you hugging the Elsen or just…being affectionate with someone else, it made me angry. I wasn’t sure what exactly why I was; after all, you were just trying to be comforting. I knew Zacharie would have an answer, and he did. He informed me that…I should tell you. I wasn’t sure how. Eventually, he told me that…I was…jealous.”

You chuckle. “If you wanted a hug you should’ve just asked,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile as you feel him return it with a relieved smile. He loosely wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You note that he smells like…bubblegum? Not just any bubblegum, but the kind that’s sort of stringy? Like the baseball gum. You chuckle, inhaling his scent.

Suddenly, he slides his hands up to your neck and he gently pushes you back a little bit, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over your jawline. You move your hands to his chest, right over his heart. It steadily beat beneath your fingertips. After that, your gaze sinks down to see his lips: they’re dry and chapped, but still so, so kissable.

The Batter releases a grunt before he pulls you forward, and your lips collide. He’s gentle and slow at first, testing the waters. When the two of you break apart for a moment, you go in for another one again; this time around, it gets a little more heated.

His hands slide back down to your waist, where he pulls your torso to his. You find your hands tangled in his ivory white hair. You feel him running his hands along your curves, to the small of your back, then retreating to your waist again.

You’re pulled back by the need for air. As you gaze into his red eyes, you recollect just why you love this man. He had protected you, tried to help you when no one else would. Even when he did get a little snappy, it was because he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of both the situation and his own feelings. It was there when you were looking at him, you realized he felt the same way.

He breathes your name, brushing a hand against your cheek again. You can tell he’s at a lost for words.

“I had a feeling you wanted more than a hug.”

[coolandspicy]

Tumblr Catboy Polls: Round 2!

Well a week has passed and though many of my best boys were lost in the good fight and had to be put outside in cardboard boxes while it rained--democracy must continue and so I am once again asking you to make your voice heard.

1 vote = 1 head pat

Ichimatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu San) VS Zacharie (OFF)

Raymond (Animal Crossing) VS Miya Chinen (SK8 the infinity)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi (Shugo Chara) VS Niko (Oneshot)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) VS Nico the Catboy (Adventure Time)

[hellotherekenobi]

───flowers in the sun.

summary: you know fandral well enough to know how much of a flirt he is, but when he asks you to join him on a picnic one day, it turns out he has a reason behind it all with you.

a/n: dedicated to the one and only @megmeg-chan for fueling my daydreams of this man. this goes out to all my fandral lovers out there. i respect you. song i listened to while writing: flowers by in love with a ghost.

ONESHOT. ⟶ 1,616 WORDS.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Days like today were always lovely, where the sun shining made everything gleam and sparkle and the breeze were gentle, not too cold but just the perfect temperature. Of course, days like today were always lovely when they’re spent with someone equally as such, but perhaps that’s why he was given the name “dashing.” You weren’t always that interested in him, nor the warriors three, but he slipped through the cracks and you didn’t put up much of a fight once you realized how far you had fallen for him—and who could say no to a picnic out in the Asgardian fields with Fandral, anyhow?

When he had asked you earlier today, you weren’t expecting much but as soon as you had seen the spread—fruit baskets and crystal glasses, a fine linen blanket with golden patterns etched into the fabric—you knew that, once again, he managed to slip further past the cracks you’ve never bothered patching up, and probably never will with him being so close to your heart already.

“These are delicious,” the strawberry in your hand drips down your finger as you wipe your lips.

Fandral chuckles, leaning his head further back to close his eyes up at the sun, resting on one hand where he lays. “I made sure to get only the best for you, darling.”

You don’t react to the nickname, having heard that from his lips countless times before directed at many a fair maiden. “I can tell, with all the food you packed. Must have taken some convincing to sneak this out of the palace.”

“Oh no,” he smiles, tilting his head to look at you. “Not at all, my dear. Only so much convincing for you to join me.”

You smile, wiping the strawberry juice off of your hands with one of the serviettes packed. “I’ve never taken you for the picnic type.”

“Well, what is it they say? A moment is only as good as the people you spend it with.”

“And this moment?” You tease, leaning on your elbow closer to him. “How good is it?”

He doesn’t hesitate to say, “Far greater than any I’ve spent before.”

It makes you smile, looking down at your lap as you fiddle with the serviette in your hands. The confidence in his words could make anyone swoon, but you’ve always been more hopeless than hopeful as a romantic for him. Yet you still cling to it, smiling wider and letting out a chuckle, looking up again.

“Always such a charmer.”

He nods in agreement, pursing his lips slightly as he grabs his glass for another sip. There’s a moment of silence between you two, where you simply sit basking in the sun and listening to the rustling of the flowers amongst the grass as the wind blows gentle and cool. Fandral was right about moments, since this one wouldn’t be as pleasant if he weren’t beside you, but you are still wondering why you’re with him here to begin with—not that you’re complaining but time spent with Fandral was always giddy at most, throwing quips each other’s way and believing his flirts to be mere fun. Hopeless not hopeful, you remind yourself.

“When are you leaving?” you ask finally, seeing as the question was danced around before the food was even brought out.

He sighs, something tired. “Tonight.”

“And you’ll be gone for...?”

“I don’t know—” he sits up—“I’m hoping no more than a month, should everything go to plan. These things don’t usually turn out that way, however.”

You hum in agreement, knowing how long his last campaign with the warriors had been—and how you waited to see him ride back home almost everyday. “I thought you enjoyed fighting battles? I hear so many stories.”

“All in truth, I assure you.” he wags a finger for emphasis. “But when I go, I’ll miss moments like these. I’ll miss you.”

Your cheeks burn by his words. “You won’t have any time to miss me.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll think of you always.”

Hopeless. Remember it. He’s a natural born flirt, and a good one at that, but this doesn’t mean anything to him. You keep telling yourself that but the more you do, the more you think differently. Or maybe you’re just trying to deny what he might feel because of the way you feel. Cutting your thoughts short before you lose yourself, you lean over to pluck a flower from the field, twirling it in your hands to have something other than the serviette to fiddle with in the hopes that Fandral won’t notice how nervous you are. He doesn’t leave the topic unfinished, though.

“That is why I asked you to join me here. If I’m to leave tonight, I want you to be the last person I spend my day with.”

“Fandral,”

“I know,” he chuckles lightly. “Everything will be alright. I know that more than anything.”

“Because of your bravery or your silver tongue?” you joke, expecting a laugh from him but only getting a smile.

“Because I have something worth fighting for.”

“What is that?”

You think you know the answer already, most likely for Asgard or his companions—something noble—yet you don’t expect his answer when he leans over to take the flower from your fingers, twirling it once before he fastens it behind your ear, looking at you softly to say, “You.”

It’s said so sincerely that you do nothing but stare at him, watching for a furrow in his brow or the crease in his smile to tell you that he was only fooling, but he just continues to look at you, something so genuine and intimate that it could tip you over if his hand weren’t still by your ear and gently brushing along your cheek.

You don’t know what to say, so you change the topic. “Does it look alright?”

It almost takes him a moment, but he doesn’t even look at the flower, instead staring so wistfully at you that you can feel his gaze, noticing the way his eyes flicker between your own and he swallows the clearing of his throat. “Yes, well... you are always beautiful.”

You can feel your heart racing against your chest, you’re scared it might rip right through the skin. What could you reply with that won’t end in a stutter? He’s captured your heart, though you try to deny it, and maybe now you’re about ready to tear down the wall after all these years. But even when his fingers brush along your jaw so tenderly, working their way to your chin, you need more before you can let him in completely.

“I need to know,” you say so quiet like the breeze, placing your hand on top of his to still his movements. He looks at you with those swimmable eyes of his, brows furrowed in a way that makes him look like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “All of this... how you are with me... is it anything more than just Fandral the Dashing?”

He leans back slightly, like your words had shoved him backward. The look on his face changes to disbelief but so fractionally, so soft-hearted, that you could almost think he was saddened.

“Do you truly believe I have no feelings for you?” he waits for you to tell him he’s wrong, that all this time you’ve known, and when you remain silent he says, “All that I do for you, it’s all of me. Every word I speak, every touch I give, it’s a reflection of how much I care for you. My dear, I have loved you ever since we were young.”

For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to hear those words from him. Every moment you spent wondering ‘what if?’ has come to a standstill, telling you so clearly that all your doubts were for nothing. Fandral loves you, but more than that he has loved you for the beginning. It’s so much to take in that you sit there, frozen, balancing on the edge of happiness and surprise, your thoughts being too loud for you to even choose how to outwardly react.

He’s known you for so long and chuckles breathlessly when you make no move, knowing how many words must be swirling inside your head. “Must I prove myself once more for you?” His thumb rubs gently at your chin as he leans closer, smiling when he notices the way you hold your breath. “Very well.”

You can’t think to close your eyes when he leans just that much closer and presses his lips to yours—the feeling alone being too good to be true, you have to make sure you’re not dreaming. Then just as softly, all at once, you fall into him. The wall comes crumbling down as you close your eyes and kiss him back, your hand reaching out to hold onto his shirt so that this moment doesn’t drift away from you. He smiles against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper and feel you press against him. As he wraps his arms around you, he begins to peck kisses along your jaw, beneath your earlobe, and scattering featherlight kisses along your neck just to hear you laugh as you squirm in his arms.

“You laugh so sweetly, I might have to kiss you more just to hear it.” he has the biggest smile on his face as he speaks, leaning in close to bump his nose against yours. You giggle as you push him back lightly, hearing him chuckle along with you. “I’ll take the sound with me until I come back home to you.”

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