#bash badgers on

[sebssunshine]

the fact that the endingshot of d&w is their suit helmets sitting next to eachother on the counter of the ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT that they share while their found family has dinner in the background

insane

[loz-the-noob]

Updated photo of the Jellycat gang for 2024!

[fbfh]

Oh also I FUCKING HATE SHANE WALSH!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THAT FUCKING SKUNK!!!!!!!!!! I HATE HIM VIOLENTLY AND VICIOUSLY AND IT IS ON MOTHERFUCKING SIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! "oooh he's a cop, he's tall and strong, he'd snap you like a twig" I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!! I DONT CARE THAT MY BODY IS A LITTLE PILE OF BLEACHED BLONDE HAIR AND TEARS AND TUMMY ACHES!!!!!!!!!! IM FUCKING KILLING HIM WITH MY BARE MANICURED HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[reaping-the-benefits]

(Suggestive content)

I'm thinking hybrid au with badger Nik x bear Price x human reader where you move in next to them, and you unintentionally start courting them when you start bringing over baked goods under the pretense to just trying to be neighborly. You're not really thinking anything of it, just trying to be friendly.

Meanwhile, the two hybrids are foaming at the mouth at the thought of bringing you into their relationship. Of moving you in and making you theirs.

Now imagine everyone's confusion when you join them for dinner, sheepish and bashful. Sweet thing that you are, so tempting with the way you blush and giggle at their every word.

But when Nikolai corners you in the kitchen and kisses you, you panic. Almost hyperventilating when Price saunters in a moment later. Babbling out some half coherent excuse to leave, you rush out of the house.

You can't believe that just happened. While you're harboring a crush on both men, you never wanted to get between them, never planned on being a homewrecker. Guess you'll have to start avoiding them now, save face and wait until the incident blows over.

But that just won't do. Not when they both want you. And with spring so close, they need to get you prepared for mating season.

[sebssunshine]

recognizing ranboo in the audience of the new game changer episode from solely the back of his head is perhaps one of the lowest and highest moments of my life

[cressidagrey]

New Pursuits - Chapter 2: Bathing

Summary:

The shadows decide that Azriel needs a hobby.

5 times when said hobby-related shenanigans didn’t end so well…and the one time where it may end up better than Azriel could ever have imagined.

Warnings:

Rhys bashing, the shadows steal some wine

(super pretty dividers thanks to @saradika)

If you want me to try another hobby, please do it another day , he requested under his breath, feeling about ready to splinter apart. The only thing I want is a bath and then my bed . 

Bath and then bed and then sleep…and then he didn’t need to think about today anymore. 

Summer had officially reached Velaris, leaving the city glowing in Sunlight…making Feyre think that having dinner outside as a picnic was a grand idea…

Quite frankly it had been lovely at the River Estate. 

If Feyre hadn’t invited Lucien along. And if Elain hadn’t for the very first time been hesitant but happy to accept his invitation for dinner. 

But Azriel could have dealt with that. It was fine. It was.  Until Rhys decided that he didn’t trust Azriel enough to do nothing and had instead slithered into his mind and kept the equivalent of a leash on him.

Maybe it should have amused him…it only pissed him off. 

Like he would have done anything. Like he…

Elain could make her own fucking decisions and clearly , he didn’t factor into them. Not anymore. 

And that was fine. 

Rhys didn’t need to…Rhys didn’t need to fight her battles for her.

So he kept an iron grip on his temper. And even more adamantium control of his shadows so they weren’t going to lash out and start an outright war, right there in Feyre’s garden.

The roses had just started to bloom, he didn’t want to destroy them. 

And then after dessert, he said his goodbyes, he forced a smile on his face and then he got to go to the House of Wind, closed the door behind himself…and let the shadows go, swarming around himself. 

Azriel was fucking done . 

He could hear a few wayward tendrils bitch to themselves like they were prone to be doing if they were furious about something… but Azriel didn’t even have it in himself to defend Rhys right now. 

So instead, he let the shadows help as he got rid of his shirt and unlaced his boots and rubbed a hand through his hair. 

Bath. Then bed. Then sleep. And for a few glorious hours, he wouldn’t need to talk to anybody. 

What if you don’t need to move from the bathtub? The shadows suggested suddenly. 

His eyebrows rose. He only had a few ideas of what kind of hobbies one could have in a bathtub and unless the shadows were going to give him a couple of rubber ducks to play with…they also weren’t in the habit of outright kidnapping people unless ordered. So…

Not that, Master. A trace of amusement in their voices. Well, you can do that too if you want to. You haven’t since…

Since Solstice probably. 

But he hadn’t…hadn’t really wanted to. 

He could hear the shadows start the water and he dragged himself into the bathing chamber only so that they wouldn’t start badgering him. 

The faint smell of lavender hung in the air. 

The bathtub was surrounded by candles. Azriel didn’t even want to know where the shadows had gotten these from. Or whatever they were pouring into the water that resulted in plenty of foam and bubbles. 

All in all, it was very…much not the baths he usually took. Then it was an in-and-out kind of thing, scrubbing himself down with whatever soap bar happened to be in the bathroom. 

This…This was… luxuriating. 

Still, he couldn’t help himself to ask: Not even a rubber duck? 

Seconds later, a bright yellow duck hit the water and Azriel couldn’t help but grin. Why not. 

So he slid into that hot water, hissing slightly when it touched his sensitive wings and took a deep breath as the shadows poured some lilac-coloured concoction into the water. 

The Morrigan takes baths, they told him excitedly. Years ago, that simple mention of Mor would have been enough to make him…happy. To make something warm and bright glow in his chest and to make him start to make ridiculous plans about how to seduce her that he had never acted on. He had known that…He had known that that wasn’t going to happen. 

But he hadn’t been able to tell that heart that. 

That’s nice for her, he responded softly. It was. Mor should have all the good things in the world. Mor should be happy. Even when that wasn't with him.

And then when he had finally gotten over it…of course, he needed to go for the next unavailable female. The next one of which he knew Rhys wasn’t going to be pleased with his feelings. 

Elain. 

Why did he even bother anymore?

Did you steal it from Mor? he asked, not really interested in the answer.

Sometimes his shadows could be…a bit…prickly. He still remembered a time, centuries ago, when after an especially bad fight with Cassian, they had made sure to hide Cassian’s favourite knife from him for the better part of a year . Cassian had laid it next to himself before falling asleep and the shadows had picked it up and hidden it every night in more and more ridiculous places. 

So if they stole it from Morrigan, it was the shadow's idea of a useless sort of punishment for some way that they thought Mor had wronged him. 

She won’t notice it missing. They responded easily. She doesn’t use anything lavender-scented anymore. 

Right. 

He had half a mind to admonish them because they couldn’t just go around stealing stuff they thought he would like…Which they had also done on more than one occasion. 

And then they appeared to put a crystal wine glass on the edge of the bathtub, decorated with Rhys’ Cypher and poured Azriel a glass of red wine. 

Now they were just being petty. 

He couldn’t help but start snorting with laughter at the whole situation.

There he was, in a bathtub, together with a rubber duck, surrounded by lavender-scented bubbles, candles, and a glass of wine the shadows had stolen from Rhysand’s wine cellar. 

The High Lord has more than enough wine, they responded defensively. Yeah, he did. Still. 

Azriel just snorted another time, before he took that crystal glass, taking a deep sip. 

Oh, even a nice vintage. One of the most expensive wines. Only used for special occasions. 

Love you too, he told the shadows that seemed pleased with their work and he leaned back in the tub, letting the warmth seep into tired muscles. 

Another sip of wine…A taste of sweetness…the scent of lavender…

It was nearly sensual. 

He thought back to the shadow's words…

For just a moment, he wondered if he should. He could. He wasn’t beholden to anybody. 

If he wanted to go out and fuck half of Velaris…he could. If he wanted to pleasure himself…he could do that. 

And then he thought back to these words on Solstice, still engraved in his brain…and any want evaporated like it had never been there in the first place. 

He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to touch himself and think of Mor or Elain or any other female. He didn’t want to go to Rita’s and find himself somebody to share his bed for a night. He didn't want to go to a Pleasure Hall and pay to fuck a willing female. He didn’t want to be touched by anybody. 

You are supposed to relax, not brood, Master, the shadows said quietly.  One tendril came to wrap itself around his shoulder and he relaxed. He could deal with their touch. They weren’t out to hurt him. He knew that. That touch was just simple comfort...they just tried to make it better. 

And he was craving that. 

I’m sorry, he apologised. They were just trying to take care of him. In their own way. 

The shadows huffed but dropped a jar in his hands. 

What’s that? 

A Mud Mask. You are supposed to put that on your face.

Oh, fuck it. Why not. So he screwed it open and took the grey, slimy mud in there to put it all over his face. If the shadows thought he should do it…what could go wrong? 

What else? He asked next and quickly enough they offered him a whole range of tonics for his hair. 

Did you steal that from Mor as well? He asked drily as he selected one of them to pour over his unruly dark waves. He never usually bothered with it. But then, he had also been known to cut his own hair when it got too long for his liking…or he went to Rosehall and visited his mother and let her do it. 

She liked it when she got to dote on him when they both could pretend his childhood hadn’t been ripped from both of them.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty every time he went to visit, that he couldn’t be a better son to her, that he couldn't stand her hugs for longer than a few minutes, that he couldn't tell her how much she meant to him. 

But it stuck in the back of his throat. 

And so he wrote her letters and had the shadows deliver them to her, and he made sure that she always had enough money and he went there in the winter and hacked up all the wood for her stove so that she didn’t need to worry about that…he tried to take care off her. As well as he could. 

As well as she let him. 

No.  The General, the shadows responded easily. He has a lot of those…More than even Lady Death. 

He couldn’t help but bite back a grin at that little tidbit of information. He had lines that he didn’t cross for his family and friends, secrets that shadows found out about but never talked to him about unless he asked…but sometimes he did find out something about one of them that was so charming and silly and innocuous that he couldn’t help but laugh about it to himself. 

He washed out that tonic and the mud from his face and washed himself with the bar of soap the shadows provided…

You know what? Definitely one of your better ideas. My skin and my hair have never been so soft, he told them.  Though I don’t think I want to do this every evening. 

Still, maybe once every few months…The wine itself made it worth it. 

Granted, he may lost every bit of his dignity, when he nearly face-planted on the floor, slipping on the wet tiles and if the shadows hadn’t rushed out to steady him, he would have gotten a broken nose and a black eye for his trouble

Master!

I really hope you never tell anybody about that. 

[theweepingangelofcas]

Hello! I would love some Moriarty the Patriot Head cannons with Sebastian reacting to a new member of the group and eventually falling in love with her (or them)

By the way, hope you're doing okay. ✨

I'm doing fine and dandy, how about you? Let's fawn over our fav sassy sniper man together :)

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Brand New - Sebastian Moran x Reader

He, in all honesty, didn't care too much who William added the their group.

As long as they stayed out of range of his rifle, he was fine with it.

You were a little different, though.

"A new member, Will?" He snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, "Didn't know we were still looking for people." All William could do in response was chuckle, "We are always looking for people to join our cause." As if on cue, there was a knock at the door to William's study. The man in question hummed, "Come on in." A young woman stepped in. Moran eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance. Her hair was pulled back into a simple taut bun, her e/c eyes shyly downturned as she spoke, "William? Is this the man you wanted me to meet?" No. Way. Sebastian laughed, "Is this broad the wife of that guy you hired?" He gestured into your general vicinity, "She looks like she'd need help asking a clerk for assistance at the corner shop." All you could do in response was scowl, but before you acted, William raised a hand to stop you. His other hand picked up a stack of papers on his desk, promptly using them to smack Moran on the head. "She is more than capable at carrying out her role here. Moran, you are dismissed."

Moran continued badgering you as you two walked through the halls, his voice booming in the open space, "You look too shy to be here, birdie." He tested the nickname on his tongue. "You're so quiet. You gotta speak up if you want anyone here to listen." He kept walking, but stopped once he realised something was very different. He couldn't hear your footsteps anymore. Looking around him, you were gone. "Birdie?" Sebastian whipped his head around, trying to listen for you, "Come on, I didn't mean it that seriously-" He froze when he felt cold metal on his throat, so very close to his adam's apple. Your free hand had grasped one of his arms, tugging it behind his back painfully. Plush lips traced the shell of his ear, and though he considered himself a war-hardened man, he could have sworn he felt a flutter in his heart. "Sebastian, was it?" Oh. Your voice was no longer meek. No longer timid. A poison had seeped into your words, making his knees go weak. "Perhaps I should call you Basher? Wouldn't that be fun?" Your words were pointed by the dagger digging ever so slightly into his throat, and he could feel a nervous bead of sweat fall down his forehead. "Well, Basher," The knife withdrew, and he whipped around, only to find you weren't there anymore. "Just so you know," He turned his head foreward again, towards where he had been previously facing. There you were, sheepish expression gone. Your eyes were like a siren's, captivating him helplessly. "Just because I am small, just because I am bashful, does not mean I am incapable of holding my own." You turned then, heading back to your room, before throwing a wink over your shoulder, "You might wanna look in the mirror, loverboy. You got a little something on your neck." His eyes widened, turning to the reflective vase on the table beside him. A few drops of blood had appeared around his jugular, almost forming in the shape of a heart. He looked back in your direction. You were gone again.

[after-witch]

so I've been using the little scooters at the grocery store to get around because of my foot being injured and I just--

kept imagining badgering my fictional HxH yandere kidnapper for a trip to the grocery store and letting me use one of these when my foot hurts

and the imagery of me scootin' along in the electric scooter while they walk next to me and try to make sure I don't bash it into things (or people) is hilarious.

Or maybe they'll even let me run someone over just to see what happens (Feitan) or threaten to only let me use a transport wheelchair in the future if I don't stop trying to go off on my own (Chrollo) or ask if they can use one, too and we can race around the store (Uvogin).

... Uvo would absolutely destroy the one he'd try to use and we'd get kicked out before the race though. :(

[goth-mami-writer]

×▪︎Understood▪︎×

-f!Reader × Toge Inumaki (Soulmate AU) work

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TW: graphic smut, 18+>>

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(Not my art!! TikTok: @drilixx)

@short-honey-badger ill let you decide how long I stay sleeping on the couch for forgetting thissssss. I'm a bad fanfic wifeeee 😭

《 You heard someone in your apartment that night, and you rolled over in bed. Judging by the silence and the cadence of their quiet steps, it was Toge. You lied back to your pillows, wondering if he'd had a bad day, and that's why he was showing up so late. You had already been sleeping for hours, so you knew morning must have been close by. He had terrible insomnia and often looked to you for solace when sleep couldn't find him late at night.

His shadow crept into your room, darkening the hallway light you used to see, and he crawled in the bed beside you, hiding his head under the covers to curl into your body heat. Usually, he said at least something, but he was quiet, which was strange. His little talks were something you found yourself looking forward to for a very good reason.

You were the only person that could listen beyond his limited speech.

You never heard ingredients when he spoke.

Inu’s thoughts always chimed into your mind when he spoke without his incessant habit of trying to make himself understood. His words spoke in your head right beside your own thoughts as if they were meant to be there. You felt to be one the closest people he had, if not the closest because of this anomaly you couldn't explain. It was easy to say that you were treasured. Sometimes you joked to yourself that the two of you were soulmates but you didn't want to hope for that too hard. You were just best friends that sometimes….blurred into more.

Your relationship…just didn't make a lot of sense. But it felt right. It just felt…natural. For no good reason, something else had always been there.

“Inu..” You cooed down below the covers with his loving nickname, watching as he kept his eyes closed when you spoke. You tussled your hands into his hair, trying to coax him into anything but silence. His droopy eyes finally peered up, seeing you trying to hither him closer with gentle pets and touches.

He gave in and pulled you close with his slender hands tugging you near. He nuzzled his head into your chest, loving the scent of your shirts when you wore them to bed and he hummed comfortably. Your arms enclosed around him, hugging him close when you asked if he couldn't sleep. His apartment was often lonely and his lack of sleep didn't make it better.

“I'm exhausted.” He said in his small voice that rang in your head.

“Then why aren't you sleeping?” You asked softly, turning your chin down to see him and you felt his weight shift suddenly. He laid over you now, letting his sleepy eyes look down to you as you blushed from never realizing you'd never felt him cuddle this close…or this intimately.

Most nights that you two were together, you sat beside each other on the floor watching YouTube as you both ate takeout noodles. You lie your head on his shoulder, listening as his earbuds still hummed quietly with their soft music. One night he had even kissed you, but it was a fleeting opportunity that you'd never found again. You hardly even discussed it, but that was due to how bashful he was.

You knew that even though you could understand his speech, he still didn't speak all that much. Together, you communicated in other, softer ways like glances and touches. You wondered now if this was one of those times.

He took both of your hands in his own, intertwining your fingers when he said softly so you could understand,

“I wanted to see you.”

Your gaze softened away from tiredness and you nodded, telling him that he was welcome to sleep over. He placed more of his weight downwards, lying fully on top of you as he asked in a whisper that made your heart race,

“Kiss me?”

Your hands were still joined so you hoped he wouldn't feel the tremble that began in your wrist when you thought of kissing him again and you nodded bravely. You leaned in as he almost sexily unclasped the mouth band from his jacket before you closed your eyes. His kiss was always so soft and his lips made you shudder every time. They were so gentle and warm.

Time began to move a little slow but your heart rate only fluttered faster and faster. You felt his tongue grazing your lips and you obliged him with your own as your face reddened. Your hands around him tightened and Toge moved his mouth down to begin trailing soft, open kisses to your neck as you purred in delight. The blanket was making the air around you warm but you wouldn't mind as you felt him nipping and suckling your skin.

“What's gotten into you?” You asked in a huff that sounded close to a moan when he nibbled your collar.

He looked down to you, washed in blush and asked softly with his lips only a breath from yours still,

“More?”

“Why, Toge?” You asked, trying to pry some truth away from him in a sentence and not just a short thought.

He searched for something to think. But the only good way to describe why he needed you so badly as he did tonight was nothing complex. And it didn't need a full sentence as he discovered in his moment of thought.

“-Missed you.”

You felt your heart swell but you felt compelled to kiss him again and you did. Your lips met again when you pulled the collar of his jacket in a tug towards you. His tongue swathed against yours as both of you lost breath. His mouth moved again but this time he traveled further than your neck. His head moved down now towards your sternum.

When his hands grabbed soft handfuls of your chest, you gasped loudly- never thinking he'd be so bold but you bit your lip when he kissed the middle of your chest on the way to your stomach. When his warm breath met your navel, you realized he wasn't stopping. Nor slowing down.

His tongue swirled and flitted against your soft, erect nipples from under your sleeping bra. He suckled and nipped more in delight to hear how much you liked it as he moved from one side of your chest to the other. His fingertips massaged the opposite, sensitive bud as his mouth lapped and stimulated.

His head then met your panty line and you gasped louder knowing what he had in mind now. His fingers hooked around the waistline of the small running shorts you were wearing to bed and he opened your legs.

“..-Toge..you- you don't have to do this.”

As if he couldn't hesitate, he astounded you in a tone that told you he wasn't asking- he was telling you what he wanted.

“Yes.”

His head then dropped to allow his mouth to meet your pussy so suddenly and urgently as your legs were spread before him. Your breath sharpened to feel him immediately drag his tongue across your womanly slit that was now pulsing and wet with need. His lips, so skilled and adept from his cursed speech, flitted across your clit in ways that made your back arch away from the bed.

Your voice choked in trying to praise him, you wanted to at least tell him that this was good but with your face written in pleasure to feel him massaging with his tongue as well now, you could only yell out from under the covers,

“Fuck!”

Inumaki continued with his mouth moving amid the sounds of your body being wet and your hips churned beneath his tongue, making him begin to hold you in place softly to assure you wouldn't drown your own pleasure with wiggles. You felt his head beginning to deepen down, applying more pressure to your clit as he suckled now and flicked his tongue.

You felt your need for an orgasm growing but it felt that Inu was enjoying doing this just as much you. His breath deepened and you felt his chest heaving in the labored air that came with the enjoyment of pleasing you. His eyes were closed to enjoy the way you tasted in his mouth, your slick folds delighting his tongue with every second.

Your head lowered down, hoping to watch to understand how this felt so amazing and you heard as he told you muffledly from between your soft thighs,

“Cum.”

“Toge-” you moaned knowing that was what he wanted but your heart still wanted a motive for his decision making,

“have…you been thinking about this?”

“Yes-” he said with his broken breath huffing from his mouth,

“Cum. Cum hard.”

Toge sucked the end of his own fingertip, his middle finger swiped against his tongue before he carefully aligned it to your slit. He gently pressed it inside of you before his mouth returned to your needy clit.

Your head that was craned down to observe fell back with an involuntary drop to feel him now fingering you while his tongue still circled across you. The dual stimulation was the turning point that pushed your body over the edge. Your hips bucked, something you hated because it felt that it was throwing his focus, but his other hand grabbed your palm.

He thrusted your hand into his hair, telling you with only a glance and silence that he wanted you to hold his head while you came. It wouldn't deter his focus. It only added to his own arousal. Your voice cried out loudly - echoing off the walls from the intensity of your sudden moan.

“...Yes-! Yes-! Toge…I'm coming-!”

It started between you quietly but now it was so raw and visceral. Your body thrummed and pulsed with pleasure brought from his fingers against your g-spot and his tongue strumming your clit so deliciously in a rhythm that shook you to feel from his talented mouth.

Toge began to suck and lick with pleasure in his heavy breath to taste how wet you'd become during your orgasm. Your soft folds moving with his lips were audible beneath the blanket, and he enjoyed the sounds your body made when his tongue glided across you. You felt as if he really did enjoy the favor of pleasing you this way, and your lungs chugged for air in watching him enjoy you.

“Toge..” You cooed, wanting him to come up from between your legs. A conversation had to happen. You felt like you couldn't live without it.

He rose up, still swathing his tongue around his mouth to taste you, a sight that made you want him stronger and he said in his short speech that felt genuine from his truest self.

“Love you- wanted to show you.”

He placed his forehead against your own as finally he caught his breath,

“You understand me. Not…the speech. You get me. You're beautiful. You taste good.”

Your face softened, feeling aroused just the same as you were only minutes before and you kissed him needfully and slow.

Soul mates felt like this, right? There was nothing else that needed to be explained. It was already written between you, and there didn't need to be understanding. It was already determined, and you could feel it now, stronger and more jarring against you than ever. You loved him, and it was always paraded as a strong friendship. It felt clearer now, and you hid the smile against his mouth.

Soul mates made so much more sense. 》

[guillotinesandroses]

Washed Ashore; Chapter 5 - Screw Formalities

Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain!Reader.

Washed Ashore Masterlist

You, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles all lean over a table, staring intensely at the boardgame sat on top of it. Amy works as the judge this time, having swapped places with Tails since the board only has four spots. 

"Ready, set..." She counts down and takes a dramatic pause "...go!" 

Colorful hippos dispel small marbles from their mouths and all four of you tap down on your own levers to gather up as many as possible. Knuckles groans as Sonic snatches one from right in front of him with a laugh. As the two focus on bothering each other, Tails and you steal the unattended marbles. However, the game stops prematurely as someone enters the room. 

Sticks swings the door open and walks in with a letter. "Someone left this at my house." 

"Yeah, the mailman. It's... a letter," Sonic says. 

Sticks sniffs the envelope sceptically. "Letter, huh? I don't know... paper folded over itself? What's it hiding? What's it hiding!" 

Amy takes the paper from Sticks. "Sticks, you've been nominated for an Awardy Award!" 

"They really need a better name for that thing," Tails says. 

"Oh, let me see!" Knuckles puts his reading glasses on and scans over the paper. "Oh, wait, I can't read." 

"Give me that!" Sonic grabs it from him. "In honour of saving our village, the mayor courtly invites to the Awardies! Conveniently, you may also bring your five closest pals!" 

Sticks's friends all look at her expectantly. You glance away hesitantly for multiple reasons, only to fall out of your chair with an uncharacteristic shreak as you notice a large man standing right next to you. 

"Sorry, Comedy Chimp," Sonic says. The mentioned guy walked out of the door dejectedly. 

"Aw, (Name)! That reaction was so cute," Amy fawns. 

"We will never speak of this again." You stand up and dust yourself off, crossing your arms. 

"Now, where was I?" Sonic continues, "Ahem, the Awardies will be at the mayor's mansion. You'll dine on, ooh, elegant food and mingle with elegant guests! After which the Awardy Award will be rewarded to the winner! Which could be you!" 

"I can't make it," Sticks quickly says. 

"What? Why not?" Amy asks. 

"Well, you know, I'm slammed this week! See?" Sticks shows off a journal containing her very busy schedule of rummaging through garbage. "I'm booked solid!" 

"This is the honour of a lifetime!" Amy exclaims. 

"Yeah, you might even win a shiny trophy! You love shiny things!" Tails reminds her. 

"I do love shiny things..! But, no. Nah-ah!" 

"Sticks, are you afraid to go?" Amy asks. 

"Afraid? No, of course not! No way! Nah-ah! Nope..." Sticks drags her feet against the floor sheepishly. "...a little." 

"Sticks, there's nothing to fear!" 

"Look at me, I'm a feral badger! I'll embarrass myself!" 

"Who cares what people think?" Sonic asks. 

"Yeah! Everyone at these parties is a windbag anyway!" Knuckles turns to Sonic and imitates a noble. "What a robust mustache you have, Colonel Grumpkin!" 

"Why thank you Madame Stinkbottom!" Sonic joins in on the acting. The two hold the roles for a second longer before bursting into laughter, which you join in on. 

"That was a little too accurate," you say through bashful giggles. 

"So you've been to those fancy galas?" Sonic asks. 

"Yeah, those parties are all the same." You shut your notebook with a strained smile, remembering the boring events. "No use worrying about them, it's just a bunch of old rich people acting like anything that happens in those actually matters. You'll be fine, Sticks."  

"Ah, perfect!" Amy exclaims. "Since (Name) has experience, they can also help you get the hang of it!" 

You blink. "Wait, I never said I wanted to go." 

Comedy Chimp peeks back in through the door with hope in his eyes. 

"(Name), this is very important to Sticks. It's just one party. Like you said, it's not that serious! It'll be fine!" 

"...Fine..." 

Comedy Chimp leaves once again with his head hanging low. 

"Perfect! Don't worry, Sticks! I'll teach you how to be a lady in no time! You'll have all the mannerisms, utensil uses, and overly complicated social cues mastered before you know it!" 

"Before I... know it? Who injected the knowledge into my mind? Get out of my head!" 

You take a deep, quiet breath and stare at the ceiling. Never would you have thought you would willingly agree to go to another one of those tiny-food fests again. However, this is your life now, and all you can do is try to make it as bearable as possible. 

Amy kicks off Sticks's training arc immediately, dragging you along to practice the art of making elegant conversation. 

"When meeting someone new, start with a compliment! Try saying something nice about their perfume." 

Sticks nods and walks up to Amy with a smile, getting up close and sniffing intensely. After Sticks is done, she stands back and declares, "you don't sink." 

A strained smile finds its way onto Amy's lips before she clears her throat . "Maybe having someone show you an example would be helpful! (Name), this is why you're here. Let's try this again a few more times." 

You reluctantly stand up from the couch and stretch. Correcting your posture, you enable a neutral expression and walk up to Amy with grace. Upon facing her, you make sure to keep your voice clear and proper. "Lady Amy, I couldn't help from sensing the most delightful of fragrances as I had the pleasure of walking by you. Dare I assume it is the floral scent of azaleas that you fancy?" 

Amy clasps her fingers together with a dreamy sigh. "Oh, (Name), that was perfect! See, Sticks? The secret is in what words you use!" 

She continues to explain some basics to Sticks while you fall to the background again. Unease swirls within your stomach as you think of all the flashing chandeliers and pretentious small talk. You really, really want to just stay at home. 

After a while of making a debatable amount of progress, Amy decides to move onto the next exercise. The task at hand is introducing her escort to other guests. Sticks walks hesitantly towards Amy, hand in hand with Sonic until a cardboard cutout of an aristocrat pops up. 

"This is my male consort," Sticks says, "and if you don't like him, I'll knock you out!" 

"No, Sticks, ladies don't fight." Amy turns to you. "(Name), could you act as an example again?" 

You reluctantly place your notebook aside and lift your head up, only to pause. "Wait, I have to walk with Sonic?" 

"Yes, he agreed to be Sticks's consort for the gala, so he's acting as the male partner in these exercises," Amy explains. 

"I'm not doing this. Sticks can figure it out herself." 

"Why?" 

"Because this is stupid." You cross your arms. Even though you and Sonic are no longer arch enemies, the idea of walking all lover-like with someone you fought so often, who has annoyed you so much, makes your skin crawl. 

"What, (Name)?  Too nervous to do it?" Sonic teases. 

"Someone better pay me for this." You scowl and lock your elbow in his. 

Sonic and you walk up to the cardboard pop-up of an aristocrat. 

"How do you do, good sir? It is my pleasure to introduce thee to my male consort, Sir Sonic of Hedgehog. I hope for us all to indulge on an evening filled with pleasant discussion and the delectable repasts of the chef." 

"Bravo, (Name)! You're brilliant!" Amy cheers. 

"Repasts? Pfft- where do you get these words from, are you sure you don't have a dictionary in your pocket?" 

"If I had one, I'd whack you with it." 

Sonic snickers as you walk to the side, it being Sticks's turn to try again. She fiddles with her fingers, a frown on her face as Amy calls her forward, unenthusiastic as she tries to introduce her partner to the cardboard cutout for many, many more attempts. Once Amy decides that Sticks was done with learning to introduce herself, she invites  Sticks and you to her house for some tea, as well as a lesson in drinking it. 

"When in doubt, pinkies out!" Amy slowly sips tea with her pinky raised, as do you. Sticks throws her pinky finger out, but laps up the tea like a dog after bringing it up to her face. 

The other lessons turn out pretty much the same. You stand back for the dance lessons as Sonic tries to guide Sticks through a waltz. The dance goes fine until he dips her, giving her time to process what is going on. In a fit of paranoia, she squirms in Sonic's hold and they crash into the curtains. After that, there is not much more time to prepare, and all of you have to hope for the best as the gala rolls around. 

The event begins normally and everything goes well at the start. "It's my pleasure to introduce Lady Sticks and Sir Sonic of Hedgehog!" Amy announces. Sticks and Sonic walk down the stairs elegantly while Amy watches proudly from the side. 

However, soon things go south as Sticks goes to compliment one of the guests. She ends up sniffing way too much again and he inches away in discomfort. You stand to the side near Amy, trying to stay positive while listening to the mayor's speech. 

"Welcome to the Awardy Awards! Where we award an Awardy award for award winning citizens! Tonight one of you nominees will be awarded your very own Awardy award..!" He takes a moment to pause and mutters, "...that's it, I'm firing my speech writer." 

"Hey, (Name)?" Amy speaks as the mayor fumbles his opening talk. 

"Hm?" 

"Do you think I went too far?" 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"I was just... really excited I had someone to do more girly stuff with for once. I've always wanted to do more of these typically girly things, like dressing up and going to spas. That's why I was so insistent on teaching Sticks, since this was a good opportunity to do something similar... but I wonder if I may have been a bit too hard on her." 

"Well... I suppose she did imply that she wanted help. 'Though initially, she didn't want to show up at all." 

Amy sighs. "I know. Still, I hope she'll have fun even though she's out of her element here." 

You hum, sipping on your drink. Your heartbeat hammers in your chest as you scan the room. Subconsiously, you search for judging eyes and tuts of disapproval. None find you yet you remain on edge. Breathing out quietly, you dedice to take a long, calming bath the second you get out of here. 

A sense of pained sympathy floods your chest as you sit at the table with Sticks and your friends. She is not so subtly glancing around, trying to understand what exactly she needs to do. You pin your eyes onto the tablecloth, trying not to listen. 

"What is this?" Sticks asks, picking up one of the many pieces of silverware laid out before her. 

"It's your pre-salad, post-soup, mid-appetizer, post-post-cocktail, tertiary thimble fork," a fashionable turtle explains. 

You cannot help from leaning your head into your hand in exasperation. Recalling all of the times some posh noble has snarkily corrected your wrongful use of a utensil, your other hand trails to the correct one. The food is cold, expensive and tastes bad- it always does- that is what apparently makes it suited only for those with 'refined tastebuds'. A frown falls onto your lips as you try to distract yourself by eating. Even Meh Burger is better, and probably healthier too. 

"Excuse me, young guest, I cannot help but notice that miserable expression on your face," an older guest speaks up, "As you should know by now, ruining the atmosphere with your personal worries is quite unbecoming of someone fit to attend this sort of event. Not to worry, I'm sure the host and other guests will forgive you as long as you correct this behavior at your earliest convenience."

You freeze, dwelling on his words. At this point you are only a little more than a kettle on the verge of spilling over, shooting boiling water out all across the spacious dining room. The world closes in on you, and you make a decision for the sake of your own health.

"Nope, I can't do this anymore," you whisper to yourself. The chair scrapes across the floor as you stand up and walk away from the table. 

"(Name)!" Some of your friends call out to you, but you ignore them. There is no force in the world which could make you sit the whole night in that atmosphere. 

Finding yourself on one of the mansion's balconies, you take a deep breath in. The dark sky envelops you in its peaceful silence, stars glimmering as if to comfort you. Behind you, a door opens a little later, Amy walking in next to you.

"There you are," she whispers with a smile. Leaning her hands against the railing as well, she stands in silence for a moment. "...Why did you run off like that?" 

"...All of the nitpicky nonsense," you mumble, "it's infuriating." 

"I guess so... but why do you hate these types of events so much? Why were you invited to so many in the first place?" 

"I was my island's protector back then. They had to invite me." 

"But if you're such an important person, why didn't they make sure you were having a good time!" 

You sigh, straightening your posture. With a flick of your wrist, your blades appear, reflecting moonlight from their sharp surfaces. "My swords... they were originally made with dark magic." 

Amy gasps. "Really? But isn't the use of dark artifacts really frowned upon?" 

"It is, and these have been purified a long time ago." You lift one of them, raising it diagonal to your face to examine it. "That never mattered to the people, though. I and other protectors of my home were never treated with much respect in spite of our honorable role. Even so, it was kind of obligatory to invite us everywhere anyway, as our contributions to the island's well-being were undeniable." 

You lower the blade, unsummoning both of them, dissappearing to glitters in your hands. "It's weird... back home, I was blamed for things I never did, things my ancestors never did. Over here... even though I genuinely was a villain to this island, everyone seems to have moved past it. No one cares about my past... no one cares about my swords. All that matters here is who I am in the moment, but these sorts of events still make me uneasy." 

A small smile falls onto Amy's lips. "Yeah... I'm glad the villagers are so forgiving here. Though they are sometimes a bit... gullible and fickle, too." 

You let out a quiet chuckle, recalling a few moments from previous adventures. "Way too fickle... but either way, I feel better here. They can be a bit annoying, but they're not awful at all." 

A comfortable silence settles upon the balcony. For a little longer, you watch the stars before Amy steps back with a grin. "Ready to head back inside?" 

You nod, expression softer. "It would be rude not to clap for our friend when she wins, wouldn't it?" 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to announce this year's winner!" The mayor declares. You walk back inside just in time to hear who won. Realizing that Eggman showed up while you were at the balcony, you share a glance and nod. A fight may break out, and as the winner is revealed, it becomes even more likely. "The Awardy goes to... Leroy the Turtle!" 

"Yohoo! Score one for Leroy!" 

"Leroy the Turtle?! That award was mine! Something smells fishy here..." 

"I have irritable bowl syndrome!" A fish in a suit yells. 

"If you won't give me the award, I'll take it!" Eggman brings out a large robot, which shoots out letters from its mouth. "With my ballot stuffing robot! Now robot, stuff their ballots!" 

Eggman frowns as no one reacts to the fluttering papers. "This isn't quite as menacing as I hoped. Minions, attack!" 

Beebots fly in and Team Sonic prepares for battle.

"Sticks, get 'em!" Sonic calls out. 

"A lady doesn't fight." 

"That's how I know you." Eggman shoots out a lazer, which turns into an electric blue, floating prison bubble, trapping Sonic and Amy. 

"Sticks, we could really use some help here!" Tails yells. 

"No! Must remain... ladylike!" Sticks runs elegantly from the way of lasers until she gets trapped into a corner. She holds onto her persona for a little longer before groaning out in frustration and ripping her dress apart, revealing her usual clothing underneath. "That's it! I'm sick of being proper! Time to get rowdy!' 

Sticks dodges lasers and bends a spoon into a boomerang, throwing it onto Eggman's wristband. The boomerang hits a button, which freed Knuckles and Tails. A laser nearly hits Knuckles, but the friends he made at the party push him out of its way. Sticks jumps and presses the second button in Eggman's wristband, freeing Sonic and Amy. Sonic lands, catches Amy, and confuses Eggman's robot by running circles around it. Sticks finishes off the robot by throwing a trashcan at its head, and Eggman finally flees. 

People gather around again to cheer for the heroes. Sticks smiles, turning to the turtle. "Leroy, you may have won the award, but I think we can agree that today, I was the real hero!" 

"Yes, but I won the award." 

"Give me the shiny!" 

"What did he even get nominated for..?" You stand to the side, watching the two tug at the trophy. 

"I don't know, probably for his ex-shell-ent diving skills." 

"Dining skills?" 

"I know what I said!" 

"Oh." You blink, think about it for a moment, then snort and push down a smile with a frown. "That's so stupid..." 

"So, how was the party? As awful as you expected?" 

"Hm... I suppose these pretentious get-togethers aren't that terrible... in better company." You smile. He returns the expression, a sweet silence settling upon the two of you. However, as usual, this sense of peace gets interrupted. 

With you having absolutely no clue why, Sticks drags Amy to jump into a trashcan. Amy is not thrilled, but smiles through it anyway. It seems the two are even now. 

[sonic-takeover]

I’m actually starting to feel bad for Jet! Does he even know what he did wrong???

I never do anything wrong!! It's those lousy good-for-nothing losers I call my crew that did something wrong!! HMPH!! *He kicks a rock, sending it flying into the bushes. It hits something*

HEY!! *Sticks crawls out, rubbing her head* What's the big idea throwin' rocks at people, huh??

*Jet recoils, staring at her* EUGH! Weird badger girl?? What are you doing in the bushes?

I'm just a lonely badger, doin' her service. *She closes her eyes, solemn. Then she walks up to him on all fours, sniffing the air* The name's Sticks by the way. You're that shit that hurt Sonic, right? Sorry. Paraphrasin'. What Shadow called ya was much worse.

JET THE HAWK. AND I DON'T CARE. HMPH. Besides... What service do you mean? Are you a criminal or something?

Ain't that your job? Nah, I'm just pickin' up trash. We bash a lotta bots out in these woods and we never really go around cleanin' up the scraps, so I do it on the weekends. I use the parts in my traps!

.... Huh. Weirdly noble for someone dressed like that.

Hey! I made these clothes myself, thank you!! You can never trust what they put in fabrics these days. Micro plastics. Microphones. Tracking devices. Can't risk it. Gotta hunt it yourself.

............Hunt...? Is that...... Did you...?

Here! *She hands him a bag* Help me pick up trash!

EW, NO WAY!! *He drops the bag* Don't get your filth on me!!

*She gets in his face, staring into his eyes* .... I see it in your eyes, bird boy. You already got filth on the inside. That's how they getcha.

... Who's... They..?

THE MAN. *She goes back to cleaning up trash*

*Jet stares at her for a long moment. She isn't making sense, but.... The way she looked at him made him anxious... He has this nagging feeling in his chest now. Is that...? No. It couldn't be........ Guilt? No. Jet doesn't feel guilt. As a rule. He picks up the bag and grumbles as he picks up scrap metal with Sticks. At the very least it's distracting him*

[elfqueen006]

Human Moonpie Headcanons

CW/Tags: AU, parenting, religious bashing, slight horror elements, implied possession, etc.

• Full name is Miranda Durand-Cofer. Is 8-10 years old. Likes cats and princess movies.

• She's still blind but Shaun makes sure she's properly accommodated while not making her feel left out or "othered" from her peers.

• She loves to explore and color. Her favorite colors are purple and pink!

• Very chatty, but says the cutest (and sometimes weirdest) things.

• Wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up!

• Now, I used to have an idea that Shaun had a one night stand with a girl in college and they now co-parent. But after hearing of Olivia and their implied history, this could be applied to them but she mainly resides with Shaun.

• I feel like not only would Shaun be a good dad, but he probably had it in mind when starting his career. He'd have to settle down at some point, right? Though balancing work life and a child can be tricky, especially with the subject matter he portays in his films.

• I feel that now that a child is added to the mix, his uncle, Abraham Cofer, comes down on him much harder. Badgering him about introducing Miranda to "devilment" and "horror porn". Which Shaun rightfully goes off about this, seeing as he would never put his daughter in a position where she would experience anything inappropriate.

• There are times he tries to at least give Abraham updates on her, just to have some semblance of normalcy. And I think Abraham would want to be involved in Miranda's life, but he is an old man who is stubborn and stuck in his ways and probably thinks being involved means Shaun should see things his way about, well, everything.

• If Miranda has the clairvoyance that Shaun is implied to have in the Character Reveal Trailer, there's a chance she'd have the ability to see Sunny Day Jack without watching the tape.

• If we have a co-parenting situation with you and Shaun. Maybe the events likely to happen in the game with go a bit differently. It would still be horror, but with a different approach.

• Kids are not an uncommon factor in horror. They can range from being victims, killers, and even mediators of sorts between the dead and the living.

• Jack loves children! And I think if ever encountering Miranda and she was able to see him, he'd adore being like a big brother figure of sorts. Like Shaun, he wouldn't dare put her in a scenario that would harm her. Still, keeping in mind that he's a yandere, I don't think he'd be above using her innocence to his advantage; planting ideas in her mind that her environment might not be so safe.

• Shaun isn't fit to be a parent, in Jacks' eyes. He's too career oriented, makes indecent material, and is overall too lax in his parenting! If Jack had it his way, Miranda would be under his care 24/7...

• Strange occurrences start happening with Shaun soon. He has more nightmares, calls with his uncle distress him more than normal. It begins to scare you and Miranda so you take her to your parents for a short amount of time so he can calm down.

• After about a month or so of missed calls and frantic texting, Shaun is... completely fine! He'd been attending some therapy sessions and taking some time off work to get his head straight. In fact, he might just go into a different career path.

• He's eager to have Miranda in his arms again, and he reassures you and her that he'll always be here to spend time together... <3

[criminalyapping]

senior year | first game

mean girls (2024) masterlist main masterlist

rated T for language

tw: cancer, use of slurs (d*ke)

“Okay, G, can you stop moving your head, please?” You ask for the third time. You give a teasing tug on the strand of hair that’s in your hand.

“Ow, what the hell?” She exclaims.

“Stay still!” You badger.

You’re on the bus to the first game of the season. You’re currently braiding Regina’s hair into two dutch braids down her back.

She’s nervous, you can tell. Her foot is bobbing up and down, her hands running up and down her thighs.

You quickly tie off the second braid and move from your knees to sitting next to her. You grab one of her ever-moving hands and hold it with both of yours.

“Regina, everything is going to be fine.” You reassure.

“What if I fall? What if I strike out? What if I don’t even play at all!” She worries.

“If you fall, you get back up. If you strike out, you try the next time. And if you don’t play, you keep practicing and getting better until you do.” You soothe. There are 9 positions in softball, and you have 12 girls on the team; some aren’t going to be put in right away.

“How are you not nervous?” She asks.

“Oh, I am,” You laugh. “I always feel like I’m about to pee my pants before games.”

You and Regina share a laugh, some of the tension fading from her face.

“You know,” You say, flirty, “You look really good in the uniform.”

“Shut up, don’t say that to me when I can’t kiss you.” Regina complains.

Arriving to your opponents’ school, you load off the bus and begin setting up at the field. While warming up, you see your mom arrive at the field and take a seat on the bleachers. You smile brightly and send her a wave. She holds up two Gatorades. Running over, you say hello.

“Hi mom! I’m so glad you’re here!” You say, pulling her into a hug.

“Of course, sweetheart! I wouldn’t be anywhere else. Here, I brought these for you and Regina.” She says, holding out the Gatorade.

“Thank you mama, I’ve got to go!” You say, pulling her into a brief hug before returning.

“From my mom.” You tell Regina, holding out the bottle.

“She is such a queen, I love her.” Regina says.

“She loves you too,” You chuckle.

All too soon, the game is about to start. Coach Michaels posts the lineup on the fence and you all crowd around. You bat first, and you’re playing third base.

“What does DP mean?” Regina asks lowly after she finds her name.

“It means you’re not playing in the field, you’re just batting,” You tell her, and her face drops a little.

“But you’re batting in the three spot! I’ll be on base cheering you on every time!” You promise. She smiles at that.

“We’re up first, gotta go!” You say, pulling on your gloves and helmet and walking out to do a few practice swings as the pitcher warms up.

You get walked, and the game has truly started.

In the first inning, Regina strikes out. She does the same in the fourth. In the fifth, she pops out to right field, an easy catch for the outfielder.

North Shore is winning, by two, but this doesn’t seem to bolster Regina’s mood at all.

The seventh and last inning comes, and you’re at the end of the lineup. Your turn comes around, and you ground out, leaving you to walk back to the dugout. Regina is getting ready, obviously nervous.

Grasping her by the shoulders, you shake her a little bit.

“Regina, you’ve got this!” You encourage. “You’re psyching yourself out, I know you can hit the fucking ball, do you?” You ask.

“Well obviously not, based on how I’m doing so far.” She gripes.

“Shut it!” You tell her. “Three at bats compared to 6 months of practice!? You just need to go out there and do it like I know you can!”

She takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” She agrees.

“Okay!” You say, shoving her out to the on-deck circle.

Regina hits a home run, batting in 3 runs.

The whole team gathers around home base, congratulating her when she touches it.

You, ecstatic, all but jump on her back.

“I told you! I told you! Look at you!” You yell.

Regina looks bashful, smiling as you slap her helmet a few times.

The team, energy renewed, makes quick work of the last half-inning, resulting in your first win of the season.

Regina receives her home run ball, smiling widely at Coach Michaels and your teammates.

The team disperses to pack up and get back to the bus, but you hold Regina back for a second. Putting your hands on the sides of her face, you look into her eyes.

“I knew you could do it.” You smile.

“Whatever,” She says, words undercut by the bright smile gracing her features.

“Don’t doubt yourself, babe.” You tell her.

“Okay, okay, I won’t.” She laughs.

“Good,” You agree, leaving your soft moment behind to make your way to the bus.

You listen to music together on the way back, your phone lost somewhere in your bag.

You don’t end up fishing it out until much later, after your homework is done and your dinner is eaten. You’re in bed, getting ready to sleep. You check your phone, clicking through the stories of your friends.

Melody pops up, and you furrow your eyebrows as you watch.

It’s a video of you and Regina, after the game, when you had held her by the face and congratulated her some more.

The text she had added glares back at you.

“dykes on spikes fr 💀”

You’re going to fucking kill her.

[livi008]

༺Daughter Of The Wild༻

(moodboard by me)

༒︎✧˖°.chapter II- of kings and cowards°˖✧༒

pairing: caspian x fem!reader category: fantasy; chronicles of narnia; fanfiction word count: 605 a/n: hey everyone, ive had a pretty tough week, so i do apologize for taking so long to post this. but i hope everyone is doing well and that you guys can still enjoy my writing. also, i want to know: what do we think of this moodboard? i dont know if i vibe with it, it was definitely a bit more difficult to come up with an aesthetically pleasing collage for this chapter. but anyways, ill stop rambling now and let you enjoy your read, new chapters coming soon!

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The next morning, daylight breaking through the trees…

Caspian walked ahead, his steps deliberate but heavy with doubt. The weight of the crown, of the prophecy, and of Narnia’s future all hung around him like chains. He was clearly struggling—caught between what he was expected to do and the burden of what it meant.

You, Nikabrik, and Trufflehunter were walking behind him, keeping pace, though the tension still hadn’t eased. Your thoughts, like his, were swirling. But you weren’t about to let him do this alone—not when you were so sure this path would end badly.

As the sound of his footsteps grew quieter, you stepped forward, letting the distance between the two of you grow smaller. “I can hear you,” Caspian called over his shoulder, voice quiet but sharp.

You paused, slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered. “I just think we should wait for the kings and queens.”

Trufflehunter sighed, clearly exasperated, though his voice remained calm. “Fine. Go on then. See if the others will be as understanding. You’ll be lucky if they don’t bash your head in on sight.”

You shot Trufflehunter a glance but said nothing, instead crossing your arms with a wry smirk. “I think I’ll come with you,” you said, clearly intrigued by the idea of seeing Caspian try to explain himself to the Minotaurs.

Caspian, still walking, gave you a half-glance, his voice laced with curiosity. “Minotaurs? They’re real?”

Your eyes met his, unbothered by his skepticism. “You’ve seen a talking badger and a dwarf. You’re still doubting things?”

Caspian stopped dead in his tracks, staring at you with wide eyes for a moment before turning back to the path. “Right. I suppose there’s no point in asking whether there are unicorns, too?”

You couldn’t help but smirk, your voice light as you followed behind. “Oh, don’t worry. They’re probably the least of your worries right now.”

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The forest thickened around you, but the path stayed quiet save for the crunch of leaves beneath your boots and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot.

Then Caspian’s voice broke the silence.

“What about Aslan?”

Trufflehunter and Nikabrik froze mid-step. You did too—but yours was a different kind of stillness. The name sent a strange shiver through you, curling down your spine and warming your chest in a way you didn’t understand. Something ancient stirred. Something deep.

You blinked, jaw tight. “What about him?” you asked, voice low.

Nikabrik narrowed his eyes. “How do you even know that name?”

Caspian hesitated, suddenly guarded. “I… read about him.”

“Read about him?” Nikabrik scoffed. “From where? The Telmarine history books? Those don’t even mention Narnia, let alone its protector.”

You studied Caspian’s face. His jaw was clenched again, defensive. “My professor… my tutor. He taught me in secret. About the Old Narnia. About Aslan. He said… he said Narnia was once a place of magic and peace.”

Nikabrik let out a bitter laugh. “So your old man had nothing to do with it?”

That clearly struck a nerve. Caspian’s eyes darkened, his voice clipped. “My father loved Narnia, or at least the idea of it. But he never spoke of it. If he had, he wouldn’t have lived as long as he did.”

A tense silence fell over the group. You opened your mouth to speak, but Trufflehunter’s nose suddenly twitched, his ears perked.

He sniffed the air again.

You turned toward him sharply. “What is it?”

Trufflehunter’s voice was alert. “Human.”

You frowned. “Him?”

He shook his head slowly, eyes narrowing as he scanned the trees.

“No. Them.”

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[sebssunshine]

a thing i will never get over is that the dark days only lasted for 3 years. the entire huge war the captiol is always banging on about only lasted THREE YEARS. by the time we’ve reached abosas the games have already been going on 7 years longer than the war did. the captiol punished the districts for a three year war with 75 years of torture and ritual child sacrifice.