#{ finally came up with a verse tag for our stuff. ^.^ }

[sunbedo]

Hey guys. gay rights

[stormxpadme]

There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?

Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!

Damaged by scottxlogan

Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.

Submission by scottxlogan

I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.

he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.

I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords

@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!

The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid

Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.

*****

Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.

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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.

[ifaverse]

꩜ .ᐟㅤ ASPHODEL STATE ASYLUM and its patients' imaginary friends...

march 12th, 1949 dear diary, my friends and i were finally sent to the state-run institute. the staff are more patient here, the rooms are big and wide, and the diagnosed therapy methods are arguably better than hathmoore's. but this place still holds some similar harshness that reminds me of it... i'll have to hold out until we can all leave. i did see some other kids when i was going to treatment in an upper floor. i wonder how long they've been here... are they like us? do they have imaginary friends? pete and i plan to take a look tomorrow, maybe one of the girls will want to go too. i'll go to bed for now though, it's difficult to get used to a new schedule. 10:23pm

welcome to asphodel state asylum, in the world of imaginary friend asylum-verse! this is a little project we did for silly haha fun, with characters from the base game, and ocs for a fun bonus. with a simple post-canon plot that starts a month or two after IFA's ending, and silly characters for you to meet and interact with, IFAverse guarantees a fun experience for us creators and you readers alike!

our posts are tagged [# 🏥 : IFAV-ASA] followed by the game's tag, and then the admin who posted! then it's names of characters and ocs, random stuff like that.

we have a few admins, so let's get a simple rundown of them and their characters, shall we? i'll go first.

[⚰️] : hello, everybody !! i'm admin ⚰️, the decorator of the blog with a silly eye for aesthetics ^^ i use xe/xem/xir + she/her pronouns, and use tone tags. IFA came to me in a cognitive dream and it's followed me around my whole life, now it won't leave me alone/j.

[ 💀 ] : WHATS GOOD GAMERS ‼️ i'm admin "💀", i'm just kinda here- I ALSO DO ART HEHEHE- i use he/him pronouns. I got thrown into the abyss that is IFA and it is rotting my brain

[🐝] : Hello, Hello, I’m Admin "🐝". The simple minded one who just sorta just makes ocs. I use she/her pronouns. I found this game through superhorrorbro when he played the Demo and now I’m obsessed with the game.

[👁️]: HOWDY MATES, one of the epic admins in the tumblr. "👁️" screams and barely active, I make ocs and scream. Pronouns he/they.plan to make friends!! Found this fandom through watching my guy superhorrorbro and POOKY 🤤 is mwah :)

[🎲] : Hey you 🫵, I’m admin 🎲. I’m the silly one who kinda writes story’s and helps out. I use he/him and it/its pronouns. I found the game through 8-bitryan and I’m loving it! I’m a twistee stan.

[📛] : WARNING: The admin has grown curious. “📛” The one you will probably see the least. she/her. the one who came up with the idea for this entire blog. uh, go watch the lego move, watCH IT NOW GO WATHC IT WATCH I-

[🦈] : Oo! Oo! Oo! New people and new people! Hi there, I'm admin "🦈", I make tons of art and have worked with the developers of IFA! Any pronouns are acceptable for myself, as I have no preference. I found this wonderful community through the demo and am super excited to be actively working with everyone! Also if you're in the community, you're adopted now, congrats! (/hj)

© IFAverse. est. 240604; no reposting anywhere.

[bewitchingbaker]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

[long post so under a cut it goes]

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Ummmmm technically all my pairings are OTP's in their own way. Idk the closest is maybe his potential canon partner/wife Delainey and even then I'm still writing and figuring that out.

I think ships with @moonrevolutions @siiinfully (Harper) @dethdvncer @brooklynislandgirl @smolcuriouskitten and @hunting-songs had a big influence on how I write his romantic headcanons honestly.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Nonmonogamous things are cool, platonic things, romantic things. I’m pretty game for most things. noncon and abusive stuff clearly not for me. i work a 9 to 5 i hate, i'm trying to have fun and vibe. Maybe the occasional toxic ship but Chris is a very tired dude and doesn't have time for another toxic ting.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Considering in most verses that Chris is either in his mid 20s to early 30s, I don’t think he or I would be comfy with anyone who’s not 24+. Honestly if a 19/20 year old flirted with him, he’d just stare and say they’re a baby.

However, Chris does tend to date older as he has fallen for vampires and other paranormal beings. So he tends to prefer someone around his age or older.

Are you selective when shipping?

Half and half? Like Chris is easy to ship with but by the same token it also makes tough to ship with? Like he's such a nice easy going guy that he can work with alot of people. But at the same time, he's not always going to go for just anyone. I think it depends on the chemistry of the muses and their dynamic with Chris.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Usually when clothes start getting removed and Chris is begging for more of his partner I usally slap on a read more or move it to the ol smut blog.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

-I have a few shippy ships

- familial - @escapedartgeek , @the27percent @everyoneismytoy @smolcuriouskitten (Rocky) @tarnishedhalo

-platonic - @pyrokineticwarrior @weregonnagetyou @temporalobjects (Pinky) @awkwardcourage @gretaphasmatosmartin

-romantic - @brooklynislandgirl @hunting-songs @siiinfully @moonrevolutions (its still in the beginning courting/crush stage) @smolcuriouskitten (Ren) @jelloandbeer @temporalobjects (Eshu) @werspinna (technically FWB/casual but there's that hint of more) @illbringthechaosmagic @ofdemonessence and Chris's potential vampire wife Delainey

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

Not exactly ask but having some form of interaction between our muses would help. Even if it's just a introduction that works or if you reach out, I'm down to clown and figure out their love story.

How often do you like to ship?

Alot more than I thought. I was anxious to ship when I came back cause I did'nt want Chris to fall into any weird shipping things (fetishizing, trying to infantilized my boy, or just weird dynamics) and I haven't written a ship for a while. But now that I'm here, I have a solid list of ships for the young Luna.

Are you multiship?

Yep yep.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more or less? Idk, I love me a good ship with nice dynamics (friends to lovers, childhood friends with a crush, opposites attract and I love the figuring things out deal I have with a few ships)

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

None?

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Hit ya boy up if you see a thing. Write with me and Chris to get a little chemistry going and we'll go from there.

Tagged by: stole it from the homie @escapedartgeek

Tagging: steal the ting.

[ladysomething]

at the end we didn't re read, but rather read Archive of Our Own. and you know what. I was fucking right. if it's yours, is good. that a goddamn law by now.

1. I'm soooo Charles trying to explain Max about ao3. sadly, truthfully, I do not have a hot best friend to yap to and force to read the stuff I read who has a spot for me. WHERE IS MY OWN MAX. also yes Charles. the notes. the tags. so important. you don't wanna learn it the bad way.

2. I got a flashback reading when Max called out Charles and writers. literally my roomie. and now, look at him. he's gone so far, my boy is all grown up 🥹

3. I can absolutely see the grid turning this into a competition. egocentric bunch of competitive assholes (affectionate) also the press con? excuse you?

4. omg maddie the phone scene was FIREEEEE. dare I say, you professed your own fic because as much as I loved the end, the call was a little hotter than the actual thing.

5. so we've all agreeded that Max is oblivious as hell? yes? alright. like. the names? the titles of the fics? ARE YOU FOR REAL?!?! Charles was almost screaming at the top of his lungs and Max was like uh yeah. how was it? I want him to be happy and to be there to see it for the rest of my life? my bed is cold and empty without you? I miss him so much my chest aches? the cuddling as well?!?! (I screamed) yeah buddy. so so friend coded. suuuure.

+1. I decided to open a bottle of red wine yesterday and I laughed so much reading this. like so so much. met me tell you, that was a bad combination. my couch now has two stains of some fancy italian red wine. one is my fault. the other one is from my gay roommate hearing about spit as lube for the first time. you had to see his face.

+2. Max does indeed has, a breeding kink. I know. I was one of the unused condoms from the strip Charles had.

+3. writer+blogger+lestappie+chussyandbottomcharlestruther Charles holds a special place in my heart. also, the reader that called him out on characterization and wheel. knowledge LMAO. and finally, how the fuck did he found out about ao3. and how do we not get there.

can't wait for the next wygig chapter, whenever it comes! also, loved this completely short and not almost completed fic-like one shot. ❤️

the levels of meta of Max being quintessential written by a woman character while at the same time in fic critiquing fake Max being written by women .............

so we all went through the 'is this morally ethical' to enjoying omega verse pipeline then huh ...

literallllyyyyyyy they all got so into it. the sniff of a grid wide competition and they al run off with it

when I had the idea for the phone sex I was like "my mind. wow." so I totally agreeee

max was so deep in denial that he came out the other side and was pining hopelessly the entire time

+1. not the red wine stains!!!! also when my gay best friend found out I was writing gay sex he was like "ok you do you but if you use spit as lube I will kill you" so. that pipeline is also very real.

+2. oh my god. screaming crying throwing up. that's so funny. (and yes you're right. he totally does)

+3. he for sure already knew about ao3 and fic but had never read it and then he was casually watching some lestappen edits on TikTok to pine over Max, saw someone in the comments talking about a fic they'd read on 'ao3' and then was like 'wow I could take my pining to the next level'. and then boom. suddenly he's realised lestappen are losing to maxiel and then he's barging into Max's apartment 30 minutes later.

[revengetour]

prev anon here! thanks sm for your response, you explained it all perfectly! follow up question (if you don't mind 😭) because i'm so curious how the actual shows work? do they have writers employed writing storylines? i was wondering about how the whole "villain" role and revenge tour came about for liv mainly and what led to the fandom dividedness over liv vs rhea for example? i don't know a lot but have seen mutuals take sides quite strongly on that so i'd love to know the origins of it. thanks for reading + explaining if you are able to! i appreciate you helping us understand her character <3 !

i'm so sorry i've been sitting on this for days anon ! life has been lifeing. i'm going to be honest, i'm not super well versed on how behind the scene things go. but i'm pretty sure they do have script writers! and oh gosh, there's a huge divide on the whole liv / rhea thing. my partner who writes rhea / they also used to write my billy ! ( @brut4lities ) and i have our own personal interpretations of what happened! so i'm going to share that since it's specific to my blog if that's okay? this is a super rough explanation, so i'm really sorry! if anyone wants to chime in with anything, please feel free to. rhea and liv started working together as a tag team early--ish on into their career. what started as just friends / tag teams kind of developed into something more that resembled a romantic connection. though it was pretty clear that it was more strongly felt by liv than rhea. there was a video cut by damian priest at one point that was clearly directed at rhea , i don't remember the exact wording but it was something about being held back. between that and liv telling rhea she loved her , it was kind of a tipping point for rhea. and being blunt about it, she valued her career more than liv / was afraid of the relationship between liv and herself. so it led to the betrayal that we see where rhea takes out liv's shoulder and costs her all the time out of the ring. my portrayal of liv no matter what, will harbor feelings for rhea. even if she doesn't want to ever admit it, she still cares. it fuels her main point for turning because rhea did just cast her aside and betray her. she thought what they had was something more, that she meant more to rhea than just a career? but in her mind, rhea perceives her as nothing more than dead weight now. so, a lot of what she's done is to prove to rhea that she is just as strong , if not stronger. it also took time away from her career and even if rhea meant more to her than her career, her career was still something so incredibly important to her. it derailed her from the track she could have been on to the top, she lost so much time that she could have been in the wring with. it's something that was taken from her, and something she'll never ever be able to get back. rhea took so much from her and it's why she's determined to take everything from rhea and make her feel the pain that liv felt when she was down and all alone. the only main difference between my liv portrayal and what's currently going on is that my liv doesn't join the judgement day. it was a writer's choice that didn't sit well with me? it made her seem like a pawn in finn's game. though it's arguable that her taking the judgement day and joining it is the final piece of taking rhea's family from her. but i didn't like the direction of the feud between rhea and liv becoming so wrapped up in / about men and thought they had a really good feud without all of that extra stuff added in? i can see why it was done and understand it, but for my portrayal of liv, i just don't see her letting herself become a pawn in finn's plan. which is what it felt like to me when they had her join the judgement day. she became just another moving piece of the puzzle for him. not saying anything against any other portrayal because everyone is valid and has a beautiful grasp on their characters in different ways. that doesn't mean their goals don't align and she doesn't help them when needed, like when dom's match. but i just don't see her taking the backseat to anything?? not after she's come so far. liv is so much more calculating than people give her credit for.

[wyn-n-tonic]

That's It Then

Word Count: ~670 Warnings: None? Author's Note: This... fits into Frizzy 'verse. It is reader insert between Will and his former fiancé after the events at the grocery store. I'm trying to clock writing Will a lot better, build my Will confidence. I've also been in a shitty mood all day and this is what my stupid brain came up with. Anyway... enjoy. Or don't. I can't tell you what to do. I think I'm going to start trying to write for Will within this verse too tho. Or just looking at his background and how he's just kinda... more in the background? IDK. Anyway...

There's a madness in you, Will Miller.

It was always a joke, the way he could shut down and switch. The ripples beneath his skin whispering rage through his veins.

He doesn’t like to be called a beast in the gym. Not a machine, not a robot. Nothing that takes away from the very real flesh and blood—both his own and that of others’ on his hands.

“I've killed forty-two people,” he says, “why did I do that?” 

He lifts you then with gentle arms around your waist, pulling you up on your tip toes as he crushes himself down into the crook of your neck and breaks.

He snaps in moments here and there; when everything just gets to be too much. 

Too quiet and he can’t be with his thoughts, too loud and he can’t hear them.

Too dark, too bright.

It’s too hot or it’s too cold and the tag in the back of his shirt makes his hearing zero in on the dog barking down the street and he just snaps.

It was always a joke and then it happened and it kept happening.

“It never stopped,” he whispers the words against your skin, “and now I don’t know when I cross that line.” 

There was no consideration in the grocery store when he snapped back, just politely being asked to leave after the police had taken his details while cell phones hadn’t gone away the entire time he panicked. 

“How do you feel now though?” Your fingers flex through his hair, “should I call your therapist? Fish?”

“No,” he somehow squeezes you tighter, “are you okay?” 

“I don’t give a fuck about me.” 

“I keep putting you in these situations,” he finally lets go and steps back, his eyes going hard again, “I don’t mean to keep doing this to you.”

“This is hardly a conversation for the cold, Will,” you tell him, “let’s just go home and—“

“And I’ll pack,” he says, “go stay with my parents for a bit until we figure out what to do.”

You shake your head, “what do you mean?”

“Being banned from grocery stores isn’t how you should live your life, sweetheart,” his eyebrows notch together as he crosses his arm, “we need to have a serious conversation about our future together.”

“You said the same thing last month and then you put a ring on my finger, Will Miller,” you mirror his stance, “do you think I’m blind and just don’t see what you go through? I actively choose you, every single day.”

“I'm not completely right in the head anymore,” his head shakes, “there’s a reason I have to send my sister out to grocery shop for me, why Frankie goes with me everywhere. I can’t ruin your life too.” 

“Will,” you stop, “are you breaking up with me outside of Kroger on a Tuesday afternoon?”

“It’ll hurt less than me letting you plan a whole wedding only to walk away then,” he tells you, “or worse, get you down the aisle, put a baby or two in you and then drag you all through a messy divorce and a lifetime tethered to my own personal hell.” 

“Please stop doing this.” 

He cradles your face, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I love you,” he says, “that's why I’m doing this.”

“And tomorrow?” You ask, “hell, five minutes from now? What will you do then? Change your mind again? Have Benny or Frankie back you up that you won’t do this again?”

“Baby—“

“No, I don’t want to keep going through this so you’re right, we do need to have a serious conversation about our future because it’s the last one.”

He nods his head again, “like I said, I’ll pack some stuff and stay with my parents for a few days so you can get all your stuff.”

“So that’s it then?” 

“Yeah,” he pulls you into another hug, the same arms but a different version of him, “that's it then.” 

[griseovis]

✍ 8D!!!

Send me ✍ and my muse will write yours a letter.status ::: accepting!!!

Itsuki,

I hope you're doing well. I think about you and wish that I could see you more often. Your kindness makes me wish that I could see you every day. I'm still hoping you'll want to travel to the base with me. Once, at the very least. You'd like the people there. Especially those I spend the most time with whenever I'm there. Like you, they're welcoming and generous. I'm sure they'll end up befriending you just as I have.

As promised, I have some recipes to share with you. I'll bring my notes with me when I bring the ingredients. I'm not exactly sure how these things will taste once you make them, but they sound like they're worth trying. First, stewed berries. It doesn't take too long to make and there aren't too many things involved. Considering how many berries exist, we can even make several kinds. All we'll have to do is create a different combination of berries each time. Also, I have some new ideas for vegetable stews. I'm planning on bringing you as many herbs and vegetables as possible. If you have enough rice, we should add some to a meat related stew that I learned about. I'll tell you more about it when I get there.

If he has time, I'm planning on bringing the friend I've told you about before. Finn traveled with me to my latest destination, where I collected some of the berries. He's looking forward to joining us. If you think Masamune might want to eat with us, you can invite him. Speaking of him, has he fought anyone recently? I get the feeling danger finds him more often than it finds others.

Once I'm done gathering what we need, we'll be heading your way. We won't be able to stay for too long. A few days, at the most. After that, I'll be returning to the island I usually stay on. I realize that I haven't fully told you about that. I'll explain when we see each other again. 

Stay safe,

Rey

[mrsalwayswrite]

More Than Today (Richard Winters x Reader)

So this has been in my wips for MONTHS. But here we are! I know its also been a hot minute since I’ve written any BOB fics. Sorry, friends. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: a couple swear words (thanks Nixon)

Words: 2750

Tag List: @happyveday @evelynshelby @sydney-m @saritanotserena

Paris. 

City of Light.

City of Love. 

 Dick Winters just wished the soldier behind him would stop bumping his chair as he laughed at another dirty joke. 

 It had not been his idea to be here. Apparently Sink thought he needed a break. Nixon and Welsh ganged up on him, practically forcing him to pack his bag and get on the train. 

 Now that he was here though….it was nice. 

 He would never admit how many steaming, hot baths he had taken since finding his hotel room. Plus, sleeping in a real, soft bed- his bones sang with joy at the reprieve from the hard, army cot it had been subjected to for years now. 

 Tomorrow morning he was supposed to be leaving. His last 24 hours in Paris. Truthfully, he had done nothing, just rest. Both physically and mentally. He knew if he returned without having visited some kind of touristy place, both Nixon and Welsh would be furious. Though, he would have to have a conversation with Nix. It was not until Dick started unpacking that he found the box of condoms Nix must have slipped into his bag when he was not looking. 

 Sometimes he wondered why he put up with the man. Even that thought made him smile. Somehow him and Nix, they just clicked. Completely polar opposites but maybe that was what allowed their friendship to take root and grow. 

 The soldier behind Dick laughed loudly, rocking his chair back with the movement and knocking into Dick once again. He grimaced, just saving himself from spilling coffee onto his Class A uniform. He knew he outrank the man behind him and all his friends, he could easily say something…. but that seemed like a battle not worth fighting. 

 He quickly finished his small cup of coffee, relishing the actual bitter taste of the drink verse the watery stuff the army supplied. Standing up, he pulled out the change from his pocket, ready to leave a tip for the nice waitress. 

 "There you are!" A feminine voice called out with a distinctly British accent. 

 Dick lifted his head, knowing she was not talking to him but still curious. But then the strangest thing happened. He looked up and met her eyes as she walked past the few other tables. A blinding smile lit up her face and he felt his heartbeat stutter at how beautiful it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others sitting around watching her with interest but her eyes remained solely focused on him. 

 When she came to his side, she gently placed a hand on his forearm and lifted up slightly on her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'm so sorry I am late, love. I lost track of time. Do we still have time for a cup or shall we go?" She easily asked, as she slid down into the extra chair at the table. 

 He stood frozen for a moment, his mind questioning everything that just happened. Thankfully, his body went on autopilot and he sat back down in his chair. "Uh…. it’s fine."

 "Lovely!" She beamed, waving a hand to get the attention of the waitress. 

 As he stared at her, his mind finally seemed to feel the tension hidden just below the surface of her overly-sunny disposition. Her hands laid in her lap, a white-knuckle grip on her small purse though. A friendly smile remained on her face but her eyes kept shifting warily over to the other side of the street, like prey keeping a predator in its peripheral. 

 Confused and now concerned, he peered over to where her eyes kept shooting. Two men stood across the street watching her with sullen expressions. Their uniforms informed him they were US army, the chevrons on their sleeves stated they were both sergeants. 

 Dick turned back to her and lowered his voice, even though he guessed over the noise of those around him, the men would not hear. "Ma'am, are you alright?"

 "Wait." She said sharply, even though her smile never faltered. Then the waitress approached and the woman ordered a cup of tea with enthusiasm. Dick found himself ordering another cup of coffee per her insistence. 

 Finally, the waitress walked away, having had a brief conversation about the lovely color of lipstick she wore with the woman across from him after taking their orders. 

 It was then the woman peeked across the street once more. Whatever she saw, Dick watched the tension ease out of her. He glanced over to see the two men making their way back down the street. 

 "Bloody hell." She muttered, dropping her face in her hands. 

 "Are you alright? Were those men bothering you?"

 "Mmm? Oh, no, well yes. They kept following me even after I told them I was meeting my fiancé. I am so terribly sorry I dragged you into this, it was either find someone to pretend to be my fiancé or find an alley nearby and stab them. I quite like this dress and would prefer not to get blood on it today."

 He just stared at her, unsure how to take her answer. He would have thought it was a joke but with the way she casually answered, as if stating the sky was blue, he assumed she was serious. "Um, right." He coughed, not quite sure where to take the conversation from there. Luckily, she seemed to notice. 

 "Is there somewhere you need to go? I truly am sorry for holding you up. I'll pay for your coffee when the waitress returns, it's the least I can do. Don't feel like you have to stay here just for me."

 "No, no. It's alright, ma'am. I was just…." His voice trailed off. 

 She smiled softly at him, folding her hands in her lap. "Are you stationed here in Paris?"

 At that moment, the waitress returned with their ordered drinks. 

 "No." He answered her prior question, watching her take a sip from her cup. His own cup sat between his hands but he felt no need to drink it yet. "My CO demanded I take a 72-hour pass."

 "Mmm….so you are one of those?" She laughed lightly at the look of confusion on his expressive face. "A CO who actually cares about his men, focuses on making sure they are taken care of, instead of spending time with the other officers wasting all his money on booze and women."

 "Um…." He could feel a warmth spreading over his face. Hoping to hide it, he brought his cup to his lips and took a sip. 

 "It's alright, sir. We need more officers like you in this damn war. What's your name?"

 That he could easily answer. "Lieutenant Dick Winters, Easy Company, 506th, Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airbourne."

 "Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Winters. I'm y/n y/l/n. So Airbourne, hmmm? I've heard about you. Tell me about your training."

 And somehow Dick found himself telling her about Currahee, about the jumps at Mackall, the field drills in Upottery, even laughing about Sobel's antics with her. 

 Eventually, their cups ran dry. 

 "Where are you off to now?" She asked pleasantly.

 Dick answered honestly, feeling relaxed in her presence. "I'm not sure."

 "Well, it so happens I was on my way to visit the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Would you like to join me?"

 "Sure."

 Dick insisted on paying for both of their drinks, claiming his mother would read him the riot act if he allowed a woman to pay for her own. As they walked away from the cafe, she slipped her arm through his like they had done it a million times. Instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable at the unexpected physical touch, he found himself smiling down at her. 

 What started off as a day without any intended plan, just enjoying not being on the front line or behind a desk writing reports, became one of the most enjoyable days of his life. After the Cathedral, they wandered along the Seine, stopping at any shop or attraction that caught their eye. She regaled him with different facts or histories of places they saw and other locations in Paris. Before the war, she had spent some time in Paris and now, having returned as a translator, she felt it was even more important to remember those things that the Nazis tried so hard to destroy. 

 Soon conversations turned to their own experiences at home, his in Pennsylvania and hers in London. The more they talked, the more he found himself attracted to her beyond the physical. She was a breath of fresh air amongst the smog of war. A ray of sunshine to remind him that above the dark clouds of War, the sun still resided. But even if the day was spent in laughter and companionship, a war still brewed outside. A painful reminder to what Dick's priorities should be. So, he promised himself that he would enjoy her company now, but once he left Paris, he would put her out of his mind. His men and the war came first. 

 As night settled over the city, they walked side by side back to her hotel. It was not too far from his own, thus he refused to listen to her protests and told her he would escort her back for her own safety. 

 "Well, this is me." She stopped in front of the lovely hotel. "Thank you for escorting me."

 "It's the least I can do. You spent the whole day being my tour guide."

 "That sounds dreadfully boring. But you'll have stories to share with that Nixon friend of yours. Though he may be more impressed if you bring him back a vintage bottle of wine."

 "No, he only drinks Vat 69. Lord knows where the man keeps finding the stuff."

 "Besides your footlocker?"

 "Yeah, besides that." He chuckled at her jest and the mischievous smile on her face. As they stood there, smiling at one another, he found himself wishing they had more time. That perhaps he had met her before or after the war and had been able to court her properly. For now though, he would cherish their time together. "Thank you for today."

 Her smile held a hint of sadness in it, as if she lamented their separation just as much as he did. "I pray our paths will cross again." 

 "Goodnight, y/n."

 "Goodnight, Dick."

 He stepped back, lingering a moment longer to gaze at her. After, he turned and started to walk away. The hour was late and they both needed to sleep. It was less than 8 hours until his train was to depart in the morning and he knew it would be wise to enjoy his soft bed one more time before returning to a hard, army cot. 

 "Dick!" 

 He spun around, surprised to see her walking towards him, her heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk. 

 "Is everything alright?"

 Without acknowledging his question, she pressed her lips to his in an eager kiss. Dick liked to consider himself a gentleman, never to take advantage of anyone, especially a woman. In this moment though, as all thoughts fled under her touch, his body reacted on instinct. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him while their lips parted, deepening the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, tasting like the wine she sipped on at dinner, her hands tightly gripping the lapels of his uniform. Heat coursed through his body as their tongues tangled together. He felt hypnotized, unable to pull away, to maintain propriety. Nor did he want too. She nipped at his bottom lip and his knees almost buckled underneath him. This moment was pleasure and fire, something he never experienced before….and something he wanted to revisit over and over with her. 

 After only a second and eternity combined, they both pulled back with swollen lips and breathless. Rising on her toes, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, a single flame compared to the bonfire they just lavished themselves in. Swiftly, she stepped back, running her hands over her dress. 

 "Goodnight…. don’t tell Nixon about this."

 He nodded, almost shyly, mind still reeling from their shared passion. "Yes, ma'am."

 With a playful, flirty wink, she twirled around and headed back towards her hotel, her heels clicking loudly on the ground. 

 Dick watched her walk away, lips still tingling and residual flames teasing his nerves. His eyes traced over her form, hoping to memorize it, to be able to always savor this moment. Looking up to the heavens, he silently prayed that one day, their paths would cross, one day he could perhaps pursue her, one day he could feel her lips against his again. 

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 "So, you still haven't said much about your time in Paris." Nixon prodded, sipping from his canteen that certainly was not water. The intelligence officer had been relentlessly interrogating his friend about his pass for the past week. 

 Dick rolled his eyes, not even glancing over. "Not much to say, Nix."

 "You had to have done something! Come on! It's Paris!"

 "I saw the Notre-Dame."

 "Hey, that's something. Stop pressing him, Nix." Welsh butted in with his typical lazy grin. He reclined in the extra chair next to Nixon. "He did return the condoms."

 "For Pete's sake." Dick muttered as he listened to the two men laugh. He stood looking out the window of his office, overlooking Easy Company below being drilled by Lieutenant Dike. Again. There was something to be said about being prepared but this went beyond that. 

 "Harry, how long have they been out there now?" He asked, not removing his gaze from his men. 

 Welsh sighed, glancing at the clock. "About two hours now."

 "Right, come on. Let's go relieve them."

 The other two scrambled to their feet, following Dick out of his office and down through the labyrinth of the HQ building. Lieutenant Dike had come with high expectations but the more Dick watched the man, the more worried he became. 

 "You're too soft on them." Nixon teased, trailing behind him.  

 Dick gave a quick salute to some officers they passed, never missing a step as he responded. "They aren't learning anything by marching back and forth out there besides ways to murder their CO."

 "Was that a joke? Holy fuck. Did you hear that, Harry? Dick made a joke! Paris changed you."

 "I heard. Still in shock." Welsh deadpanned. 

 Dick sighed good-naturedly as they stepped outside the building. Slipping his cap on, he started in the direction of his newest Lieutenant. The footsteps of his companions falling in step behind him. 

 "Dick!" 

 His feet screeched to a halt. He knew that voice. Whipping around, he was greeted by the sight of her. Someone he thought he would never truly see again. A beautiful, blinding smile on her face as she hurried towards him. His heart rapidly pounded within his chest, giving away his shock and joy at seeing her. 

 "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He could not help sweeping his eyes over her, surprised to see her in a WAC uniform. Though it did nothing to diminish her beauty. 

 "I was asked to be a translator and help with deciphering coded messages." She answered casually as if she had not just revolutionized his world. Standing in front of him, she motioned to the army camp around them. "Is this where you are stationed?"

 "Yeah, yeah, it is."

 "Oh, that's lovely. We'll be able to see each other again. I am late for a meeting otherwise I'd love to chat. Could I see you tomorrow for a cuppa?"

 "Um, sure. Yes."

 "Perfect. I'll find you in the afternoon." She raised up on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips, causing his mind to short-circuit. "It's good seeing you, Dick."

 With that she spun on her heel and sashayed away, leaving all three men standing there shocked. 

 "Who was that?" Nixon demanded, gaze never leaving her retreating form. 

 "Y/n…. I met her in Paris."

 Nixon smacked him on the arm. "You bastard, you said nothing happened there."

 "Nothing happened." Dick tried to defend, even if the excuse sounded weak in his own ears. Besides, for him, something certainly did happen. 

 "Probably should have kept those condoms, Dick." Welsh said, clapping him on the shoulder with a chuckle. 

 And for a brief moment, Dick wondered if he was right. 

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Tío Rafa

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader; Rafael Casal x Family Word Count: 1402, Head Cannon Style

Warnings: None really. Google translate for Spanish and Portuguese, Fluff; the teeniest bit of relationship angst; babysitting, family; what happens when toddlers ingest junk food then jump around; baby cursing?

A/N: This is another combination of an ask for “Fun Uncle Rafa,” and one for a certain line which was probably an angst prompt but I turned it into fluff. Sorry, not sorry Nonnie. Cause it’s a Celebration Heaux! 🎉🎊🍾

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Rafa had ONE job.  To keep his niece alive for 8 hours.

You and Rafael were in town for an appearance, but had a few days of down time to visit family. You had already spent the day before with the entire fam, eating and laughing at his mom’s house. 

Today, you were going to treat his sister Gabriela to an afternoon at the spa.

She worked hard as a teacher and was wrangling her beautiful 2 and a half year old by herself over the Spring Break because her husband was out of town. 

It was the perfect opportunity for him to spend time with his niece. 

Rafa was a little hurt because last night, the beautiful little girl shied away from him because she hadn’t really gotten to know him.

Today was going to fix that. You thought of it not only for Gabriela, but for Rafael as well.

He often talked about how much he wanted to spend more time with his niece and that he wished the connection were stronger.

This was in part because there was a language barrier when he facetimed, as Gabriela and her husband were raising the Sofia to speak Portuguese, not Spanish or even English.

Luckily, he was still Tío Rafa in Spanish or Portuguese. He’d take it.

When talking about his sister’s beautiful baby, he got this look in his eyes and then he would start wondering aloud what your kids would look like.

You didn’t know how to take it because most of the time he bragged about never having children.

You loved him so much, but you weren’t sure if you agreed with him or not in these rare moments.

You weren’t sure if your future together was long term and involved bringing another human into the world. You two were just enjoying being together.

Right?

Rafa loved being a free spirit. You loved being spontaneous.  How would you two be as parents?

The whole morning, Rafa was talking about the upcoming day.  He was excited, nervous and unsure. You had never quite seen him like that.  

“Babe, you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re her uncle.  You love her. You’re the most gentle man I know.”

Rafa smiled and took you in his arms, kissed you, then got anxious again.

“But what if I can’t do it?  What if something goes wrong and Gabriela never lets me see her again?”

“It will be fine.”

But Rafa wasn’t too sure.

Turned out Gabriela wasn’t too sure either.  You could tell by her wide eyes, bags of supplies, and laundry list of instructions that she was nervous when she arrived at your suite at 10 am.

But after Rafael took the baby and looked at her adoringly, Gabriela visibly relaxed.

“Fica comigo mamãe!”  Sofia sat up in Rafael’s arms and reached for her mother. Gabriela didn’t take her from Rafa, but went close, rubbed her back, and spoke to her in a soothing tone.

“Shhhh. Sofia, está tudo bem. Você estará com seu Tio Rafa.” She gave her a hug before smiling at Rafa and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sofia settled down and watched, fascinated.  

Gabriela whispered something in his ear and he nodded, kissing her cheek in return.  “No te preocupe Gabriela.”

Before you and left, you went and hugged Rafa and smiled at Sofia, whispering in his ear, too.

“Don’t panic. She can smell fear.” 

Rafa chuckled and said, “Ha, ha.”  You winked at him as you two walked out of the door. “We’ll be back by 6.”

After you left, Rafa was left to stare at his niece. 

“So what do you want to do?” He asked. Sofia answered, babbling in a mix of baby talk and Portuguese.

Rafael didn’t understand a word, but he responded as if he did. “Really! What a great idea!” He was rewarded with a laugh.

From the minute Rafa walked her through the Shoe entrance to Children’s Fairlyland, she had a ball.  

The animals, Pinoccio and the Three Little Pigs were a hit. 

Everything she pointed to that she wanted to eat and that Rafa bought her was a hit.

But the carousel, the Jolly Trolly and especially the Puppet Theatre were her favorites.  

And when the day was done, Tío Rafa was her favorite as well.

Sofia began to parrot what he said in English and Rafa’s chest swelled. He was teaching her language, one of his favorite things.

As they walked back to the car, she fell asleep in his arms. He buckled her into the car seat and smoothed her hair back from her damp forehead.

She was still asleep when they got back. He put her on the bed, surrounded by pillows. He watched her adorable little baby cheeks as she slept.

It was four thirty, about an hour and a half from when you all were due to return.

Rafael sat on the couch, confident that Sofia was knocked out like Deebo, he started working, recording some lines for verses he needed to have when he got back in the studio with Diggs.

You and Gabriela come back, having had a wonderful time at the spa, brunching and getting massages, pedicures, the works.

She was amazed that Sofia was sleeping peacefully, and you could tell Rafa was proud.

“What, did you think I couldn’t do it?” You smiled as he preened.  You put your arms around him as you watched Gabriela go gather Sofia in her arms.

“Mamãe…” Sofia murmured as she woke up, excited.  She bounced a little on the bed as she started saying words in English.

Gabriela was impressed, but moved to get her to stop bouncing as Rafa started carrying her stuff out to Gabriela’s car.

All of a sudden Sofia shouted, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” Just as Rafa came back in the door.

Everyone stopped moving. Except Sofia, who was still bouncing on the bed.

Gabriela turned to Rafa. “Did she just….?”

The next sounds were of the bed springs squeaking, Sofia repeating, “Rise, Shiiiii, Muhfuka!” and her vomiting a pink mess of cotton candy, hot dogs, and strawberry soda all over the hotel duvet.

“Oh shit!” ;“Rafa! What the hell?”  “Oh God, I’ll go run a bath.”  You were all speaking at the same time while Sofia cried.

Gabriela stripped Sofia’s clothes off, Rafa grabbed the corners of the duvet to keep it from going everywhere, balled it up, and put it outside the door to the suite. You made sure the bath is warm and helps Gabriela get the girl into a bath.

Rafa sat back down on the couch, put his head in his hands and called housekeeping.

You didn’t say anything to Gabriela as she bathed Sofia and cursed Rafa under her breath.  

An hour later, Gabriela and Sofia were finally ready to go.  Rafa watched them from across the room as you said goodbye.  

Sofia spotted him, demanded down from her mother’s arms and ran to Rafael.

“Want Tio Rafa!”  

You weren’t crying, Gabriela was.  

Honestly you were all crying.

“Sorry Little One. Mamãe is gonna get you home now.”

Rafa brought her back to Gabriela, still sure that he wouldn’t get to see her again.

“Rafael…” he braced to be blessed out.  “You owe me a drink.  So I’m gonna take your girl out tomorrow night, with your credit card, and you’re gonna watch Sofia again.”

His eyes got wide. He looked at you and you nodded at him to respond. “O-okay.”

Gabriela turned to Sofia. “Veremos o Tio rafa amanhã à noite, certo?”

Sofia nodded, smiled and clapped. You two walked them out to their car, and  Rafa buckled her in her carseat, kissed her on the forehead as she waved and blew him a kiss as they drove away.

You two went inside, and rode the elevator back up to your room in silence, smiling at each other.

Housekeeping had replaced the duvet, and the room looked as if nothing had happened.

You relaxed on the balcony, looking at the stars.  You still hadn’t spoken, not wanting to harsh the vibe. You watched Rafa’s profile as he gazed up.

Finally, he turned and gathered you in his arms.  He looked at you for a long time.

“I want our daughter to look just like you.”

You opened your mouth and before you could speak, Rafael kissed your breath away.

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[kuroosmikasavolleyball]

Her Game

Abendrot

(n) the color of the sky when the sun is setting; a certain afterglow.

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a/n: I’m so sorry this is late! I got really busy with school work and other stuff and Part 4 wasn’t ready to post on Sunday. Here it is though, I hope you enjoy. This is the second to last part of the series(I think). I hope you understand the connection to the series title now a little bit but it gets better😏 I don’t know if this counts as slow-burn but…yeah. Anyways, feel free to like, republish, and message me. Requests and taglists are open! This is a safe and loving place for everyone and any hate will be shut down. Enjoy reading<3

Part 4 summary: Ravenclaw and Slytherin verse in the second and last quidditch game of the season. New strategies, doubt, nervousness from what happened earlier is bundled up for (Y/N), and all she needs to focus on is winning this game. Will Slytherin take the win and bragging rights, or will Ravenclaw emerge victorious?

pairing: cedric x fem!reader(in ravenclaw)

genre: fluff

warnings: uh nothing

word count: 1.6k(how did this happen-)

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“What’s got your mood down the drain?”

Kimball peers at (Y/N)’s woeful face, “Don’t tell me you’re nervous; this new plan has already got me shaky.”

She would’ve told Kimball what had happened last night if Roger wasn’t right next to her.

(Y/N) leans her head on the palm of her hand. “It’s nothing. Can we just continue planning, please?” Roger looks at her, a bit worried as well.

“Maybe..this plan should stay a draft. I’ll go tell the team.” Roger almost gets up but (Y/N) stops him. “No, wait. I’m ok; I promise. Let’s do this.”

Fred and George walk in and (Y/N) speaks, “Just gimme a sec.” and goes towards them.

“Hey hey! How’s my favorite Ravenclaw?” Fred ruffles her hair and she swats the hand away.

“She’s..ok I guess. Kimball and Roger came up with a plan yesterday and somehow the whole team liked it. We’re gonna test it out during the pre-game practice but I’m a little terrified.”

“You smarties always come up with something, huh? Don’t worry about it; you’ll be great. I even got my special edition Ravenclaw hat!” George playfully lifts a blue and bronze homemade hat made by Mrs. Weasley. (Y/N) has the same kind for Gryffindor, but she’s smart enough not to wear it in public.

“You don’t have to cheer me up; I’m fine. By the way, have you seen Ced? He hasn’t come down for breakfast yet.”

“Nope, we haven’t; he must be off on his ~prefect duties~.”

George scrunches up his face in disgust.

They say their goodbyes and head to the Gryffindor table. Just as (Y/N) is about to go looking for Cedric, he walks in with a painful expression.

“God, I should’ve listened to you, these hangovers are not worth it.”

Huh? How is that his first sentence? Doesn’t he rememb-

“You ok? You know you have nothing to be nervous about today, right? Ravenclaw will definitely win.”

“Oh yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just..do you remember last night at all?”

Cedric cocks his head to the side. “Uh.. a bit. I remember coming into the Ravenclaw common room, we played a drinking game..then it gets fuzzy. But I remember you walking me to my common room; thanks for that.”

Oh? He..doesn’t remember.

“Ah ok..that was most of the night so you didn’t miss too much. Go eat and drink water; you’ll feel better.”

The warmth in her ears and cheeks felt a bit too overwhelming once in the Ravenclaw locker room. Normally, a quidditch game wouldn’t have struck up such nervousness in (Y/N), or just the Ravenclaw team in general. They knew how to calm down in time for the game and bring all their assets to the table. Except now, there was only one match that determined everything.

Roger was almost roaring. “Alright guys! I know we’re all a little on edge right now, but let’s get to the point. We know Slytherin plays a dirty game but we’re staying fair. Don’t let rage take you over, think and focus, we got this. Let’s go out there and win this!”

He continued to give separate instructions to the beaters, the keeper, and the seeker. He turned to (Y/N) and Kimball, firing up to go.

“Before you say anything, Davies. We know what to do, we’ll try the plan out right now during the practice, ok? Now calm down.”

Kimball was surprisingly stable today and it was no doubt she was going to have a good match. Roger visibly deflated but kept a smug look in his face.

Hooch told them Ravenclaw was going first for practice so the team kicked off into the air.

(Y/N)’s hair was tied back and the breeze tickled her face. She missed this feeling; so freeing and beautiful.

Before long, Kimball nodded towards (Y/N) and took off. She stayed higher up and Roger acted as an opponent chaser. They released the Snitch, the Bludgers, and the Quaffle, and started a mock game. Roger zoomed past (Y/N) and she went behind him. Kimball followed (Y/N) but from above. (Y/N) stole the Quaffle and headed to the three goals, where their Keeper stayed, and scored.

(Y/N) kept the Quaffle and tried to score again, but Roger stole the ball and that’s when Kimball came into the playing area. She quickly picked the ball from Roger and scored while (Y/N) flew up. This was their plan; have one chaser on the pitch and the other two above, following the movements. As soon as the ball was stolen or the chaser runs out of stamina, another substitutes in. If all three chasers from the other team started tagging the one chaser, the other two will come down to help. Roger had checked with Hooch to see if the tactic broke any rules and she allowed the Ravenclaw team to use it.

The Slytherin team practiced regularly and it was a relief to not see any crazy strategies.

We can win this.

The houses filed in, chattering their heads off as the teams got ready to enter the field. The Ravenclaw team was introduced and they flew up, similar to the Slytherin team except for Lee’s backhanded comments.

“The game is the last one of the season! But don’t worry, I’m sure the Triwizard Tournament will be entertaining! Let’s get on now; today’s match is Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin. I hope you all cheer for the right team!”

He got a slight warning from Mcgonagall and that was it. Marcus Flint and the other players were all mounted on their fancy brooms; (Y/N) was a tad jealous, but her Comet 290 did the job. Hooch gave warnings and blew the whistle, and before (Y/N) knew it, the game began.

The strategy had worked so far except for a short period where Draco Malfoy was chasing the Snitch and almost crashed into (Y/N) and Kimball, who were waiting above and had to move away really quickly.

Roger was running out of breath and (Y/N) noticed, so she flew down after telling Kimball and took his spot. A red-haired Slytherin chaser had the Quaffle, so (Y/N) speeded towards them. One of the beaters hit a Bludger towards the chaser and (Y/N) swooped in to take the Quaffle when they were distracted.

“Nice hit, Jason!” She yelled as she went past him, dodging Marcus Flint.

“and…(Y/L/N) scores! The score is now 50-35 with Ravenclaw in the lead.”

Cheers grew even louder and (Y/N) swore she locked eyes with Cedric as she flew past the Hufflepuff tower.

Ravenclaw’s seeker, Cho Chang was a little quiet and the year below (Y/N), but she was amazing on the field. There was a point in time last year where Cedric took an interest to her, but it faded..(Y/N) hopes.

The game was similar to the last, taking a long time and the players started to lose energy. As the year had just started, it was fall and the sun set earlier. The breeze up above was chilly and the chasers of Ravenclaw went back to the regular strategy, even though the one they were using didn’t require a lot of stamina, they were getting tired of having to fly up and down. The score was 140-145 with Slytherin in the lead.

It was a little early for the sun to have set completely but the horizon line was blending. (Y/N) remembered a time where Cedric told her a word for this scenery...abendrot. The violent tango of the blue and orange hues made for a majestic view.

She was temporarily distracted since Roger had the Quaffle when she heard Lee’s voice booming, “Just as Davies scores..Chang is closing in on the snitch..SHE’S CAUGHT IT! RAVENCLAW WINS!”

The team quickly flew down and cheered for Cho, but it felt like a mutual celebration since everyone did so well. Kimball hugged (Y/N) tight and whispered about how her legs are going to be so sore.

They giggled amongst themselves until George’s voice ripped through the crowd and screamed (Y/N)’s name. The other houses were rushing up too, congratulating their friends and other players. (Y/N) was lifted and hugged by the twins and she spotted Cedric running up.

“Hell, if you think our game was good, this was amazing!” Fred laughed and set her down.

“I feel like most people weren’t watching towards the end since it was so long.”

Cedric finally caught up and spoke, “Nonsense, (Y/N). You did so well today, especially when you swooped in near the goal when Warrington had the Quaffle; you just stole it and dropped it in. He didn’t even realize.” A smile graced his face.

He noticed details..

“(Y/N)? You okay?”

“..Thanks! Yeah..um, sorry that was a really long game so I’m just tired.”

The twins and Cedric went back to their common room as Ravenclaw celebrated in a more calm way than Hufflepuff did.

A few students sat around the fireplace, but most of the players went to bed early.

“Did you see Malfoy’s face? He looked like he was about to kill someone with that grimace.” Inglebee chattered.

Kimball and (Y/N) went back to the dorms after signaling to their friends that they’re going because they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

(Y/N) thought back to how the sky looked when the sun kissed the mountains in the distance and fell asleep thinking about the fond memory of today and of when she learned from a certain someone about what that sunset is called. Abendrot.

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[thebookreader12345]

Quick Second Boyfriend

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x reader

Summary: Y/N needs a quick favor from the cute young man at the bar, but she never expected to get something more out of it

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of being followed

Word Count: 1,334 Words

I looked behind me to see the same guy I had seen the past few times I looked back. Every time I glanced over my shoulder, he pulled out his phone or looked around at our surroundings so that he didn’t look super suspicious. But I caught onto his act pretty quickly after I took 4 right turns, and he followed me after every single one. I took a deep breath to try and calm my breathing, and that’s when I spotted my savior; Molly’s. My co-workers from Firehouse 51 talked about this bar all the time, and I had only been in it a few times. I walked inside hoping to find a familiar face, but to my luck, no one I recognized was there. However, I did spot a handsome young gentleman sitting at the bar alone, and he looked kind, so I walked up to him.

“Um, hi. Sorry to bother you. Would you mind doing me a small favor?” I ask.

“Sure,” the man replied. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a quick second,” I answer and glance back at the door.

“What? Why?” the guy asked just as the man who had been following me walked in.

“Please,” I plead. The man followed my gaze to the guy at the door, and I could tell that everything in his head clicked. Then, he did something totally unexpected. He pulled me to his chest and kissed me. I was shocked at first because I was kissing a total stranger, but I soon kissed back to make it seem real to my stalker. The man I was kissing soon pulled away, and when I looked back towards the door, my stalker was gone. “Thank you,” I say.

“No problem. I’m Adam,” the man spoke and extended his hand out to me.

“Y/N,” I respond and shake his outstretched hand.

“So, Y/N, can I buy you a drink?” Adam asked.

“That’d be great. I’ll just have a beer,” I tell the bartender.

“You’re a beer girl, huh? Just my kind of person,” Adam said with a smile.

“Nothing tastes better than an ice cold beer after a long day of work,” I declare as the bartender set my drink down in front of me.

“I’ll drink to that,” Adam admitted and clinked his glass to mine.

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“Sylvie, I was checking inventory on the ambo, and it looks like we’ve run out of versed. Do you think we could swing by the depot later and-” I cut myself off as I looked up from my clipboard and came face to face with Adam.

“Oh. Y/N, this is Officer Adam Ruzek,” Sylvie said.

“I know. We’ve met. What are you doing here?” I ask Adam.

“I was hoping to speak to your Chief for a moment,” Adam responded.

“Okay. Follow me. Sylvie, the depot,” I bring up again to get my answer.

“Yeah. We’ll hit it later. Bye Adam,” Sylvie waved.

“So,” Adam spoke as we walked down a hallway to get to Boden’s office. “You’re a paramedic at 51.”

“Uh, yeah. I just started a few weeks ago,” I respond and stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket.

“How are you liking it?” Adam asked.

“It’s great. The people here are amazing,” I reply. “They’re becoming my second family. So, you’re a cop?”

“I work at the 21st district in the Intelligence Unit. You know, after having a few drinks together last night, you would think we would know each other more,” Adam joked.

“Why don’t we change that?” I suggest. “Maybe after my shift we can grab some dinner or beers or something.”

Adam smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” Adam then went to walk into Chief Boden’s office, but I reached my hand out and grabbed his arm before he could.

“Hold on a sec,” I tell him and take the pen off of the clipboard I had been holding. I uncapped the pen, turned Adam’s hand so that his palm was up, and then wrote my number on his skin with the blue ink. “Have a nice day, Adam,” I say to him before walking away.

That night, after my shift, I headed home to get changed, and once I was ready, I began the walk to Molly’s. My apartment was only a few blocks away, and because the weather wasn’t too cold, and I had a jacket on, it felt nice outside. I was excited to get to know Adam more. He seemed like a great guy, and maybe we could become friends, or possibly something more. The other day, when we had first met, I felt a connection with him. I wasn’t expecting to get a relationship out of this whole thing, but if the chance did come up, I would take it. Finally, I arrived at Molly’s, and when I walked inside, I saw that Adam had secured us a table and had already ordered me a beer.

“Sorry I’m late,” I say. “Shift ran a little late since I was out on a call, and then I had to get back home and change.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adam assured me. “I’ve only been here for 5 minutes.”

“So,” I mutter and take a swig of beer. “What should I know about you, Adam?”

“Honestly, there’s not much to know. My life is basically centered around my work,” Adam disclosed.

I laughed. “Me too. You said earlier that you worked in the Intelligence Unit, right? Isn’t that the most elite unit in the city?”

“That’s what people say, yeah,” Adam responded.

“Well, that’s huge. How long have you been working with those guys?” I ask.

“A few years now,” Adam answered. “I was actually picked right out of the academy.”

“That’s amazing. You must be one hell of a cop,” I say.

Adam shrugged. “I’m okay. What about you? Why’d you decide to work at Firehouse 51?”

“Uh, it wasn’t my choice,” I reveal. “At my last firehouse, I dated one of the lieutenants, and when we broke up, things just weren’t the same. We were always arguing during shift, getting into fights on calls, that sort of thing. One day, my Chief had enough of the nonsense, so he transferred me to 51. But things turned out better than I hoped. The people at 51 are great.”

“I have a rule to not date someone I work with. It never ends well,” Adam told me.

“Oh, trust me, I won’t be dating a co-worker ever again,” I confess and take a big sip of beer. Adam and I stayed at Molly’s talking late into the night. It was nice getting to know someone outside of the fire department seeing as most of my friends were in the CFD. Soon though, it was time to get going. “I should head back to my place. It’s getting late,” I say.

“Let me drive you. It’s kind of cold out,” Adam pointed out.

“Okay. I just need to do one thing first,” I admit. It might have been the alcohol in my system, but I was feeling extra confident at the moment, so I leaned up and pressed my lips to Adam’s. Surprisingly, he kissed back, snaking his arms around my waist to pull me against his chest. The kiss only lasted a few seconds because from behind the bar, Otis started cheering.

“Woohoo! You go, Y/N! Adam, you’ve yourself a good one!” Otis shouted. I blushed and looked up at Adam, whose cheeks were also tinted a light shade of pink.

“That ride seems pretty good right about now,” I say.

“Yeah,” Adam agreed. “Lets go.” Adam laced his fingers with mine and led me out of the bar towards his car. I didn’t think the guy who started out as my quick second boyfriend would turn into more, but I’m glad it did, and I was excited to see where things went.

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All I Want For Christmas Is You // Ashton Irwin

Day 3 of Hoe For The Hoe-lidays! I hope everyone is enjoying the event so far, we’re having a lot of fun! Please be sure to let us know what you think either via ask or in your tags if you’re a kind reblogging soul 😉

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Warnings: Oh you know, just gifting Boyfriend!Ash with some good old fashioned road head for the holidays 😌

Word Count: 1785

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“I would’ve taken you to get some real coffee if you’d asked,” Ashton comments grumpily.

You ignore his negativity, pecking his cheek. “It’s good! I mean it’s still gas station coffee but it’s not flavored or anything. Unsweetened and disgusting, exactly what you like,” you cheerfully reply, sitting the drinks in the cup holder.

When he’d heard you were planning to travel a couple hours away to pick up a gift you wanted to give your mother for Christmas, he eagerly offered to accompany you on your journey, even volunteering to drive.

The trip there went smoothly; he picked you up early, you stopped for breakfast along the way and had fun singing Christmas songs, sharing holiday memories and enjoying each other’s company. You’ve only been dating since the summer so every new fact you learn about each other is fascinating and the idea of spending time together is even more novel as the holiday season unfolds.

The rest of the trip, however, is a different story: you got caught up at your destination and your one-stop shopping trip turned into a multi-store, multi-hour tour of the mall, putting your return trip smack in the middle of rush hour traffic.

You'd hoped that your suggestion of pulling off the freeway to fill up the tank would’ve helped either his mood or the traffic but as you plop back in the passenger seat, wincing at the latest traffic delays, you concede your plan may have failed.

“That bad, huh?” Ashton guesses, seeing your face as he starts the car back up.

“Yeah… traffic looks pretty light if you skip the freeway and take the streets, though,” you offer positively.

“Traffic’s light because no one’s taking the streets unless they have to,” he scoffs. “Long stretches of road without anyone or anything nearby and it’ll add at least another hour, if not more to our trip.” He runs a hand through his long hair and over his tired face, scratching at his beard, frustrated.

You’re not used to him like this, so pessimistic and combative. You respond, much quieter than before, “Just thought it’d be better than white knuckling through another hour of bumper to bumper.”

He immediately notices your change in demeanor and reaches over to squeeze your knee. “Hey... you know I’m not mad at you, right? It’s just been a long day and stuff like this makes me a little crazy,” he explains.

“I know… I’m just sorry I turned this into a way bigger deal than you thought it was going to be, I didn’t mean to take up your whole day,” you shrug.

“I offered you my day, baby,” he corrects. He takes a sip of his iced coffee and makes a displeased face, yet keeps drinking it. “We haven’t seen each other much lately and I’m not gonna see you at all for the holidays so I’m not complaining about a few extra hours with you.”

He laces his fingers with yours, bringing them to his face to place a kiss on your knuckles. He gets back on the road and it takes less than 10 minutes of freeway traffic for Ash to agree with you about taking the alternate route.

His disposition may have lightened but he’s clearly not in the mood to talk so you flick the radio to the local Christmas music station. You hear him take a deep, steadying breath but don’t think anything of it as you quietly sing to yourself while you sip your coffee and answer texts.

The music simply exists in the background, neither of you paying it much mind until the opening tinkles of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” sound out through the speakers. You excitedly sit up in your seat to sing along but notice your boyfriend clenching his jaw, gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on it.

You get through the first verse before you steal another glance at Ash and he looks inexplicably, comedically furious. You don’t want to push your luck based on the day you’ve had but you can’t imagine what the issue is. “Um, babe? Everything alright?” You tentatively ask, turning the radio down.

He takes another deep breath and says as evenly as he can manage, “Sweetheart. You know I care about you. You know I want you to be happy. I love when you’re happy. Nothing makes me happier than when you’re happy. But I swear to fucking GOD if I have to hear that fucking song one more fucking time I’m going to lose my goddamn fucking mind.”

You can’t help but burst out laughing. “What?!”

“Baby, it was on the radio a few times on the trip there, we heard it at the breakfast place, every goddamn store in the mall played it. I’m at my wit’s end," he insists.

“Was my rendition really that bad?” You joke.

A grin threatens to creep up his cheeks but he remains stoic. “Just trying to get us back to our respective homes with my mind and body in one piece.”

“Homes plural? I don’t even get to invite you in to make up for how today turned out?” You tease, walking your fingers up his thigh.

“You're not ready for a break from a grinch like me?” He asks with a faint smile. You feel a rush of serotonin shoot through you when you see the sparkle back in his eyes.

“Aww, I’m pretty sure I know a way to raise your holiday spirit,” you smirk as your hand settles on his crotch.

"That so?" He laughs coyly, enjoying the build up.

You drape yourself over his seat, attaching your lips to his neck while you palm him. "Long stretches of road without anyone or anything nearby?" You quote his words back to him as you hastily undo the button and zipper of his jeans. "Sounds like a perfect opportunity to help relieve some holiday stress."

Ashton inhales sharply as you pull him out of his boxers, attentively massaging his tip between your thumb and forefinger. "You know you don't have to do this just because of earlier, baby," he states softly.

You press a soft kiss to his cheek before ducking down to lick a long stripe all the way up his shaft, suckling gingerly at the head when you reach it. You let your spit collect in your mouth and fall onto him when you pull off to say, "Oh, I meant I'm doing this to relieve my stress but you're right, I can see how this would help you out too."

He laughs loudly and you think there may not be a sweeter sound in the world - at least not until you hear the awed way he mutters your name when you slowly slide your mouth down his cock, almost making it all the way to his balls before you start to choke and pull up.

You hollow your cheeks and bob your head, tongue working him over in your mouth just how you've learned he likes. His hand rests gently on top of your head, occasionally tangling his fingers in your hair but careful to never apply pressure. It enters your mind that part of you wishes he would and you moan around him at the thought.

Ash can't help but quickly cast his eyes down to take a peek; he groans loudly at the sight of you in his lap with his cock nearly buried in your throat. You swirl your tongue around him as you pull up, hand cradling his balls.

"God, baby… feels so good… your mouth is fucking heavenly," he sighs breathlessly.

You press your legs together at his praise, regretting you didn't wear that skirt you'd considered this morning, wishing there was some way you could relieve the ache between your thighs before you got home.

He must've noticed your struggle because suddenly he's asking, "Being such a good girl turning you on, baby? How wet has sucking me off made you?"

You whine, pulling off with a loud pop. "Ash… been wet since I first thought to do this," you admit, stroking him while you catch your breath.

"Poor baby," he replies with a smirk. "Can you behave and wait to cum until we get back? Or are you so desperate for my cock that I'm gonna have to pull over and fill you in the middle of this goddamn highway?"

Your head spins, overwhelmed by arousal. "Only ever wanna be good for you," you whimper, sloppily kissing up and down his length. "Wanna be good and make you cum." Your declaration has barely left your lips before you're sucking him again, with renewed intent.

"Fuck, baby, yes… wanna give you my cum, you deserve it," he babbles as your mouth works him, up and down, up and down.

You pull up to pump him again and out of the corner of your eye, you notice his blood moon tattoos practically jumping off his skin with how tightly he's beginning to grip the steering wheel.

Before you even have a chance to teasingly comment, Ashton's breath hitches and with a sharp cry of your name, his cock is suddenly throbbing in your hand, cum shooting up and onto the shoulder of your sweater.

You giggle in shock but act quickly, moving to try and get him back in your mouth, a task made difficult by the forceful pulses of his orgasm; you can't help but moan as you feel the stripes of hot cum hit your cheek before you're able to wrap your lips around him, sucking the final drops from his tip.

He finally lets out an exhausted huff, followed by an elated chuckle. "Jesus, baby, I'm sorry," he apologizes, looking over in disbelief as you shift back to your seat, trying not to make a mess of the car, digging through the glove box for tissues. "That came out of fuckin' nowhere."

You wipe your face, snickering, "You're telling me." You use your water bottle to dampen a tissue and start carefully dabbing at the stain on your sweater. "To be fair, you did say you wanted to give me your cum. So. Mission accomplished, pal."

He cackles, stealing another glance at you, unsure if this memory will ever leave his mind. "Gonna make you feel so fucking good when we get back," he promises breathlessly.

"Decided to come over to mine after all, then?" You tease with a smile.

Ash squeezes your knee. "I've got favors to return, my dear," he giggles. "Plus, we need to go online so you can pick out the new sweater I clearly need to give you for Christmas."

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December 1st, 2021

Hello! I decided to write little canon-verse ficlets that lead up to Christmas. Everyday TFW 2.0, mostly Destiel and Jack, will do some domestic Christmas stuff. It’s also finals time so expect them to be short. This first one is mostly just an introduction to the fluff world I am making up for our boys. Enjoy :) Masterpost link

The still-in-progress kitchen was filled with the smell of coffee, fresh paint, and bacon. Curtains became the next thing they had to buy because the window over the sink was letting the sunlight in but it was too bright as it bounced off the freshly covered snow outside. Dean sat across from Cas, both of them sipping their coffee and munching at their toast while their feet tangled underneath the table. They were trying to make a grocery list out of memory, both of them too lazy to get up and make an actual list. 

Cas was leaning forward with his elbow on the table and chin resting on the palm of his hand. Staring at Dean with warm eyes, his sock foot going up and down Dean’s leg. 

“I would really like it if you can get the right milk this time.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee with the splash of regular milk. “I don’t wanna.”

That got an eye roll from his boyfriend. “May I remind you-”

“No, you may not.”

“You’re the one that is lactose intolerant and complaining that you always have to go while at work.”

“I hate almond milk, Cas. It’s too thick and goopy.”

“We can try oat milk then.” Cas wrote it down in his mental list and Dean knew it was highlighted. “What else do we need?”

They were trying to remember what was in the fridge when Jack finally came in to join them for breakfast. 

“Morning,” Dean put his mug down as he started to stand up. “You want me to make you some eggs?”

Jack stood watching them with wary eyes as he pulled on the sleeves of his Pokémon pajama shirt. His teddy bear tucked into his chest looking like the tall toddler that he was, that he was finally free to be.

“I want to celebrate Christmas.” Jack finally spoke, clearly and sure of himself. “I know we’re too busy with the new house and new job and new...everything but I want to have a normal Christmas with all of you.”

Dean looked over at Cas who turned his head to meet his glance. Both of them mostly likely thinking the same thing. Why was their kid so nervous to admit he wanted to celebrate a damn holiday?

Yeah, they skipped over the first few since Cas was freshly out of the Empty, Jack was still upstairs being the big almighty, and nothing really seemed to matter. Then summer came and they made a big decision to leave the old life behind, not completely of course since Sam and Eileen still work it, and move into an old battered house. Jack moved in as soon as his room was ready, becoming his original Nephilim self and leaving Michael, Adam, and Gabriel in charge of the upstairs. 

They became a true family as the summer went by and by fall Jack felt comfortable enough to call them both Dad in public. Something that never failed to make Dean’s heart race. 

Now he felt like he messed up along the way. Yeah, they didn’t celebrate Halloween but that was because Sam’s dumb witch spell backfired and they ended up needing to rescue his ass out of a damn haunted house with a blood-thirsty curse. Thanksgiving came and went because the downstairs bathroom needed to be demolished and that was the only day Dean had off from work that week. 

Christmas was now creeping in on them and while Dean was used to ignoring the pretty lights and holiday cheer, Jack has been secretly pinning for them. 

“I know that’s too much to ask for,” Jack looked down at the ground and started to turn to leave. “You know...nevermind. That was stupid.”

Cas was quicker than Dean as he stood up to grab Jack’s arm to pull him back. He gently took Jack’s chin and tilted it up so he would look at him. “Jack, you know we’re trying hard to give you a normal life but normal is also new to us. So if you feel like you’re missing something in your life then you have to let us know.”

“Yeah, Jack,” Dean walked over to them to pat his kid’s back. “We just want what’s best for you but you also gotta say what you want. Trust me. Sometimes people who can read minds are dense as fuck.”

Cas reached over and hit Dean’s arm but he dodged it with a grin. 

Jack looked between them with a hopeful glint in his eye. “So we can have Christmas? With a tree and everything?”

Cas ran his hands through their kid’s hair. “It would be fun to celebrate my first normal human holiday as a human myself.”

“That sentence is the opposite of normal.” Dean teased him as he rolled his eyes but before Cas could open his mouth to say something back Dean clapped his hands loudly. “Okay then, let’s add a Christmas tree to that grocery list.”

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Part 2 - Back In The Saddle

Ladies and gentlemen, after all that character creation, we finally get to step outside to theMojave Wasteland. Thankfully we aren’t unarmed as Doc Mitchell was kind enough to give us a couple of dynamite as we have tagged our explosives skill. He would give us a 9mm pistol if we tagged Guns and a laser pistol if we tagged Energy Weapons. If you tag Melee or Unarmed, you’ll get a Straight Razor and a Boxing Tape respectively alongside a 9mm pistol. I got a 9mm Submachine Gun and a Laser Pistol because I repaired the 9mm SMG from Doc’s house using a repair check of 25 and picked up the Laser Pistol from a box.

Though if you are already well versed in the game, you might’ve came to the conclusion that somethings might seem missing, that’s because I made the executive decision to not use the items that are given to you by the Courier’s Stash DLC even if the Mercenary’s Grenade Rifle will help me a lot due to my high explosives skill (except the Vault 13 Canteen, can never leave that from the inventory)

If you don’t know what the Courier’s Stash DLC is, there were 4 different pre-order item packs avalible at different retailers. But with the release of Gun Runner’s Arsenal, they decided to make a compilation of all the pre-order bonuses and then sell them for a dolar. Though you’ll most likely have those items if you bought the ultimate edition.

While going at the wiki to look for the item’s list that I’ve learned that the poster used to advertise the “Tribal Item Pack” the Broad Machate used in it uses the model of the regular machate instead of the unique one the broad machate has in game

But enough of useless trivia, let’s go thank the person who saved us.

“Don't mention it! I'm always ready to lend a helping hand to a stranger in need.”

“How did you happen to find me?”

“I was out for a stroll that night when I heard the commotion up at the old bone orchard. Saw what looked like a bunch of bad eggs so I laid low. Once they'd run off, I dug you up to see if you were still kicking. Turns out, you were, so I hauled you off to the Doc right quick.”

“I've never seen a robot like you before.”

“I’m a Securitron, RobCo security model 2060-B. If you ever see any of my brothers, tell them Victor says howdy.”

After I thanked the good robot who was kind enough to help us, I decided to enter the Goodsprings General store to get some more ammo.

“I've got plenty of supplies for sale. Even got some weapon mods and special ammo - well worth the caps, if you ask me. If you're hurting for caps, I've also got boxes of surplus ammo in the miscellaneous section. They're not great, but you get what you pay for.”

Weapon mods and special ammo are stuff introduced in New Vegas, if you find them in the inventories of vendors you can buy modifications for your weapons to make them even better like turning to Varmint Rifle from a mediocre starter weapon to a somewhat devistating sniper rifle.

Special Ammo are stuff like Armor Piercing and Hollow Point ammo; armor piercers do slightly less damage but will also ignore 15 points of DT and Hollow  Points will x3 your opponent’s DT while giving you a 1.75 higher damage, so it’s best used on low armored or unarmored targets. There are much more interesting types of ammos in the game especially for the shotguns but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

I came here to buy some new ammo so I bought some .223 ammo so that I may use it in a 5.56 ammo weapon, it’s cheaper than all 5.56 ammo and only does slightly less damage

While going to the Prospector Saloon like the Doc told us so Sunny Smiles might teach us how to survive in the wasteland, I’ve met a jolly old timer sitting in front of the saloon. Decided to talk to him because who else than an old man will explain what’s going on the reigon the best?

“Why do they call you Easy Pete?”

”You were a prospector - like digging for gold and silver?”

“Nah, nah - means I poked through old buildings looking for working tech and such. Some folks just call it "salvaging," but never liked the term. Way I see it, salvage means it's broken, near-worthless. Me, I looked for the good stuff - guns, chems, spare parts. Good money in it.”

“ Did you ever find anything good while prospecting?”

“Nope. Had a pretty good claim once, way out east by the river, but got run off by Raiders. Eventually, got too old to keep going out.”

“What’s wrong with NCR?”

“Don't get me wrong - the NCR's got a lot of decent folk in it. It's just that they make you part of them whether you like it or not. Towns like Goodsprings and Primm don't stay independent for long, not if you've got something the NCR wants. Still, the NCR keeps the Legion away.”

“Tell me about the Legion”

“They're slavers, led by a guy named Caesar (SEA-ser). Or Caesar (KAI-zar). Not sure how you're supposed to say it. A couple of years ago they tried to take over Hoover Dam, but the NCR beat them back. The NCR didn't - or couldn't - finish the job, though. The Legion's got its strength back and is getting ready for another round at the Dam. My money's still on the NCR winning, but you never know. We've been hearing stories about Legionaries on the Nevada side of the river, so keep a gun handy. You don't want to get caught by them.”

“What’s so important about the Hoover Dam”

“The Dam powers a lot of New Vegas. And then there's all that clean water lying in Lake Mead, too. Anybody who owns the Dam owns the territory.”

“ Do you know anything about the people who attacked me?”

“The one in the fancy suit seemed to be calling the shots, that's as much as I know. Other folks in town might know more. Word of advice, though: if you ever catch up with him, watch out. The man's got cold eyes like a snake. Can't be trusted, I'd say.”

After talking about the big players in the Mojave Desert, I enter Prospector Saloon only to be greeted by a dog barking at me. Thankfully her owner, Sunny Smiles, was there to calm her down

We ask her to help us to learn how to survive out here and she decided to help us buy teaching us how to shoot. For that we first gotta go outside.

Here’s a fun fact, after she gives you the Varmint Rifle and you drop the ammo it uses on the ground, Sunny will have some unique dialouge and some extra ammo

I dunno Sunny, broken glass can be quite dangerous.

You taught me how to shoot a gun, of course I’d be glad to help.

Gotta dress the best way I can too, decided to also use a Laser Pistol to conserve a bit of the 5.56 ammo.

“Bunch of little monsters is what they are. Seems like Doc Mitchell treats more gecko bites than anything else.  Let's see if we can get a little closer. If we move quietly, we can get the jump on 'em. More likely to hit something vital that way.”

Thanks Sunny, but sneaking ain’t in my style! Comes with the territory of being good at explosives

After taking care of one of the Gecko’s, I press “V” to enter V.A.T.S. so that I can hit him on the head. Each body part comes with it’s own health and if it drains it’ll get crippled.

A few caps more you say? I’m in

Oh, speaking of equiping the Laser Pistol to conserve ammo, look at what we have here!? I get to have a free melee weapon

Geez lady, you should’ve been more careful. You should know there are a lot of Geckos in these parts, you live here!

:)

After this Sunny tells us that she’s going to teach us how to craft stuff but I think all those are self explanatory; you use campfires for food, reloading benches for ammo and workbenches for a whole lot of things. In this tutorial she’s going to ask us to make a Healing Powder using a Broc Flower and a Xander Root. You can find the Xander Root in front of the Goodspring Elementary School (right of Doc Mitchell’s house if you turn your back into it) and the Broc Flowers on the Goodsprings Cemetary, which we will go right now.

Now that the tutorial has concluded she tells us to say hi to Trudy who runs the Prospector Saloon because she likes to welcome the newcomers to town but before that I have something else to do.

We got ourselves a shovel, let’s see if the dead has some good presents to give us?

While going up the cemetary, I managed to encounter a Bark Scorpion. Huh... didn’t think they would appear here but alright.

Shit, not only we encountered a Bark Scorpion but we also have a fly infestation, fitting for a grave

(After a round of bug extermination and grave robbing later)

There was... literally nothing worth of here. Weird, I remember some of them having good loot. Must be slightly randomized like some containers in game.

Though wait... what’s this?

Cool, I’ll try to find someone who’ll pay good money for this.

I was lucky to survive two bullets to the head, hopefully this grave will keep staying empty.

Though I think we’ve made Trudy wait long enough. Let’s drop by in and say hi like Sun- Huh, what the hell??

Looks like we’ll have a trouble brewing in the town.

“I'm trying to track down the people who attacked me. Know anything about them?”

“Not much, other than they're a bunch of freeloaders who expected a few rounds on the house. I was able to get them to pay up, though. Of course, one of the Great Khans did knock my radio to the floor "by accident," and it hasn't been working since.”

“Did my attackers say where they were going?”

“They were having some kind of argument about it, but the guy in the checkered coat kept shushing them. Sounded like they came in from the north through Quarry Junction. If that's the case I can't say I blame them for not wanting to go back.”

“Why is that?”

“That whole area's overrun with the kind of critters that just get mad if you shoot 'em. Merchants avoid that whole stretch of I-15 like it's radioactive. Which it could be for all I know.”

“So where were they headed?”

“I didn't hear exactly, but the leader was talking about the Strip. Fella wants to get there and avoid the 15, he'd have to go east. Take Highway 93 up.”

“Want me to take a look at your broken radio?”

Thankfully, didn’t break too hard once it fell down. I just need to pop the stuff that fell out, back in and it should be good to go. Let’s tune the radio properly aaaaaand....

“-ackage courier found shot in the head near Goodsprings has reportedly regained consciousness, and has made a full recovery. Now THAT is a delivery service you can count on!”

“Those are our stories this hour. This is Mr. New Vegas signing off! Just kidding. I'm not going anywhere. My love for you is too strong.”

“Got some Dean Martin coming up talking about the greatest feeling in the world: love. Ain't That a Kick in the Head? Heh-heh. It sure is, Dino, it sure is.”

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: Drifters ch.9 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Enter the Other Brother. Blue, welcome home! You might be in for a surprise!

Tags: Spicyhoney, Violence, Rescued Child, Medical Experimentation, Babybones

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Edge was not a Monster who cared very much for surprises. In his experience, they never led to anything good, not to birthday parties or unexpected gifts, but rather ambushes and dust. He preferred careful planning to the seat-of-the-pants schemes that his brother often came up with, every step made with strategy in mind.

He couldn’t say for certain if Blue was the same way, although he suspected he may be. His understanding of how the alternate worlds worked was more for the layman rather than the professional, but he wasn’t blind to the personality traits that he and Blue shared, the sort of twist in nature vs nurture that any sociologist would love to explore.

He had a fair idea of how he might react to finding this clown car of a domestic scene in his own living room and if he’d known that Stretch hadn’t even mentioned he and Red were here, much less the baby, he would have at least sent Blue a blasted text.

That might have at least braced him and given him a chance to come up with a better question than simply, “Is that a baby?”

His brother, ever the peacemaker, chose that precise to speak up, scoffingly, “sure can tell you two are brothers, ya share the same brain cell, your bro said the same damn thing. yeah, it’s a baby, good on you for noticin’.”

“blue!” Stretch scrambled upright and his bright grin was too wide, too wrong, tinged with poorly hidden guilt. “sorry, bro, i was gonna call and it slipped my mind. yeah, hey, everyone showed up on our doorstep yesterday. check out the snow princess, cute, huh?”

That much at least was the truth, but Blue didn’t seem to have heard a word of it. This wasn’t quite the reaction Edge had been braced for; he’d expected Blue to make a beeline for the baby, had been resigned to handing her over for plenty of excited cuddling and cooing.

This was something else entirely. The normal stars of his eye lights were overly bright, flashing between blue and yellow with seizure inducing intensity, set into a face that was like stone. He barely glanced at the rest of them past a brief, bizarrely sympathetic glance at Edge. The anger in his gaze was for his brother alone.

Stretch seemed equally confused, his oversized smile faltering, “bro?”

“How could you?” Blue said, his voice carrying despite its deadly softness.

“wha…me?” Stretch looked around the room as if perhaps another person had appeared, that it was to this stranger his brother spoke that way. He shrank back as Blue abruptly moved, slamming the door shut as he stalked over to the sofa, his small body radiating fury.

“How could you!?” Again, louder this time, not quite a shout but verging on one.

“coulda woulda shoulda? bro, what the hell—”

Blue ignored that, stamping his foot and sending out a spatter of rapidly melting snow from his boot to dampen the carpet. “Irresponsible!”

Stretch’s face was falling, going oddly blank, his false humor fading. Next to him, Red looked equally perturbed. “now hang on a sec, short stuff, ain’t no reason to go off on the honey bun.”

“Stay out of this!” Blue snapped and for a wonder, Red jerked back, his mouth snapping shut. His eye lights briefly guttered, leaving his sockets dark and black, returning only when Stretch spoke up next to him.

“yeah. stay out of this,” Stretch agreed, softer but no less sharp and from the look he shot Edge, he was included in that statement.

Edge said nothing and even the child was silent, a dab of runny banana sliding down her chin as she stared at the Swap brothers with wide sockets. Even if he’d wanted to intrude, this argument was between brothers and it was an unspoken rule through all the ‘verses that one did not interfere with brothers.

Despite the surface similarities, none of their relationships were exactly the same. Edge knew all too well that if he railed at Red over his laziness, his brother never took it to heart or soul. He let Edge rant, blowing off the steam that built within him throughout the day and his frustrated insults rolled off Red like water off the proverbial duck. The only fallout tended to be yet another sticky note added to the continuing line trailing away from a single, absurd sock.

Stretch was, well, lacking waterproofing. More like Edge in that way, truth be told, and if Edge could snipe at his brother all day long for his ridiculous puns and lazy ways, one genuine return jab from Red often left him deeply wounded, all the more painful for its unerring accuracy and rarity.

He wondered how he’d handle being under the weight of that much visible disappointment. Edge almost always agreed with Blue’s assessments of his brother’s behavior, but his delivery needed work and the unexpected impulse to protect Stretch from that disappointment took him off guard. He wanted to scoop Stretch up like he did the baby, hold him close, cradle him in his arms and protect him, and that was ridiculous, utterly; he was an adult, older than Edge, and yet the urge remained.

In the end, Edge could only look away, stirring the gloopy remains of the banana while the two brothers whispered furiously behind him.

“Of all the careless, irresponsible—” Blue took a deep breath, let it out, muttering out, “This is all right, this is fine. We can deal with this.” He scrubbed his gloved hands over his face and then squared his shoulders as he said, “You still should have called me.”

“probably,” Stretch agreed, and perhaps the unexpected storm had passed. He relaxed back into the sofa, the tension in the room easing. “didn’t want to interrupt your important training.” He flashed Edge a sharp glance and he tried to look as if that was the exact reasoning.

“Yes, well, that’s true,” Blue admitted. “And I appreciate you thinking of that, but next time…well, there probably won’t be a next time of this, I should hope.” Any lingering worry that Blue might object to them staying for a time vanished as Blue finally swung back to the baby, this time with a familiar, bright smile on his face as he gushed out, “Which is a shame because she is simply adorable!”

He rounded the coffee table with the haste Edge originally expected, grabby hands extended, and the moment Blue bent down to reach for her, the baby burst into sobbing howls, squirming away.

Automatically, Edge swung her up, settling her against his shoulder and patting her back gently as he soothed her with a bewildered, “There, there, it’s all right. What’s wrong?”

Blue looked as if he might burst into tears himself, stumbling back a step and his eye lights faded from stars to unhappy circles. “I didn’t mean to—"

They both turned to look at Red as he let out a harsh laugh. “what’s wrong? he scared the shit out of her coming in like that, that’s what’s wrong,” Red snorted contemptuously, “don’t you know nothin’ bout babies? you’re almost as bad as my bro.”

“Not really,” Blue admitted. Shame filled his expression as he shuffled his feet. He noticed he was still wearing his boots and sat on the floor to pull them off, carrying them over to the door and automatically straightening the other shoes before adding his. “Most of my experience with children has been seeing them from a distance.”

That gave Edge a start and he realized he’d been expecting Blue to have some sort of knowledge about childcare, though he wasn’t sure why. This world was softer and tended towards kindness, but that hardly meant it gave them any innate parenting skills.

“Well!” Blue straightened, propping his hands on his hips. “I’m sure that the Magnificent Sans can learn!”

“sure you can, bro,” Stretch said, cautiously, and that Edge could understand, being very familiar with Blue’s brand of determination.

“yeah, well, here’s your first lesson,” Red slouched back on the sofa, picking at his gold tooth with a sharpened fingertip. “babies don’t like it when ya shout.”

“yep, that’s a good place to start. you know what, i’m gonna get everyone some coffee,” Stretch announced and fled to the kitchen, the coward.

Blue paid that no mind, already came back over determinedly when he spied the bowl Edge had hastily shoved on the table. The child was watching him warily as Blue picked it up, taking hold of the little spoon. “Here, let me help!”

Before Edge could stop him, Blue tried to poke the filled spoon into her mouth. The child refused to part her teeth, leaving a smear of mushy banana across them, and Blue’s brief confidence sagged, “Oh. Um. Maybe she’s not hungry?”

“Maybe.” Edge took the bowl back and immediately she began bouncing eagerly in his lap, mouth opening wide as she made urgent little sounds.

“fuck, you two are morons,” Red snorted, because of course he would stay to bear witness. “she don’t know you. kid is small, she ain’t blind. she ain’t gonna take her banana goop from just any plain asshole, she likes an asshole she knows.”

“Yes, thank you for clarifying that for us all, brother,” Edge said sourly. Somewhat gentler, he said to Blue, “Sit with me. Let her see you, it may make her more comfortable.”

“yeah, hold out a hand and let her sniff ya, that’ll do it,” Red chuckled meanly as Stretch came back out with a tray of mugs. He set it down before smacking Red on the back of the skull.

“will you cool it on the running commentary? let them work it out.”

Red rubbed his head and scowled, but he accepted the coffee cup when Stretch handed him one. “just callin’ it how i see it.”

“yeah, well, if they give up on trying, that leaves you as mary poppins, smartass.”

“good point. my teeth are sealed.”

The child grudgingly allowed Edge to settle her back on the pillows with the unspoken promise of more food. She watched Blue warily the entire time she was eating, but he made no move towards her. He sat obediently still the entire time, his gloved hands clasped tightly together in his lap as if to stave off any impulse to scoop the baby up. If nothing else, her attention on Blue kept her from messily sharing any more of her banana.

When the bowl was scraped clean, Edge wiped the child’s chubby face clean with a damp cloth then settled her back into his lap. “You see, little one?” he told her softly, “Blue is a friend.”

“I am! I really am! Want to come here?” Blue slowly held out his hands without getting too close, waiting with impressive patience. The baby looked from him to Edge, and he tried to look encouraging.

Slowly, she held up her arms to Blue. He lifted her a little awkwardly, but managed to get her settled into the curve of his arm without intervention.

“There we go!” To Edge’s relief, Blue kept his enthusiasm at a minimum, though he practically vibrated with excitement. Almost immediately, the baby began to loudly babble and if he didn’t know better, Edge would say she was scolding Blue for his part in the earlier brotherly dispute.

Soon enough, her chattering dwindled to murmurs, her sockets growing heavy, then closing entirely as she slept. Edge let Blue keep holding her as he gratefully took up his own cup of coffee and never had caffeination been so delicious.

Blue only looked at her in awe, lightly touching each of her tiny, perfect fingers. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered, turning the full force of his starry eye lights onto his brother, “but honestly, Papy, you should have told me you two were expecting a child!”

Stretch choked, spilling coffee down the front of his shirt. “wait, what? that’s why you were so pissed off?”

“I would have thought you would be more cautious about that sort of thing, but I suppose it hardly matters now,” Blue said philosophically. “You still should have called me though when she arrived!”

“but we didn’t…!”

“Here we have a new baby, and I wasn’t even able to give her a baby shower!”

“She’s already had a bath,” Edge said, confused. This was going entirely too fast and he was not in top form, how could they possibly have been expecting her, there was nothing about the past two days that Edge had expected in the slightest.

Rescue came from an unexpected and wholly unwanted source.

“fuck’s sake, blueberry, she ain’t their kid!” Red snapped.

“Don’t swear,” Edge and Blue said, nearly in unison. Then Edge nearly choked on his own coffee as realization clicked with the force of an open-handed slap. Blue thought that the baby was his, not simply his responsibility but his own and Stretch’s. Suddenly his earlier sympathetic look made more sense, by Asgore’s horns, of all things he could believe…!

“She’s not?” Blue asked, confused. “But, then where did she come from?”

“where the fuck do you think, numbnuts?” Whatever the patience Red usually had for Blue seemed to have found its limit. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, all but slamming his mug down on the coffee table, “she wasn’t flown in by the stork, kid was homegrown just like the rest of us and she’s got the fucking serial number to prove it!”

“Oh.” There was a wealth of meaning in that single, soft word, too many to properly interpret. Blue looked down at the baby sleeping in his arms, his fingertips hovering over her rib cage without touching, right over where her pajamas hid the healing scar. The same scar his brother and Red still had, faded and blurred, but still there. Then he wordlessly handed her to Edge, climbing to his feet and walked determinedly over to his brother.

Stretch only watched warily, allowing Blue to take away his half-empty coffee cup to shove it on table, ignoring the splash of coffee that slopped out and spread across the wood. He slid his small, strong arms around him, holding onto his brother tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” Blue said simply. The words were muffled, buried into Stretch’s coffee-stained hoodie. “I shouldn’t have been so upset with you and I certainly should have let you explain.”

“aw, bro, it’s okay—” Stretch hugged him back, resting his cheekbone on top of Blue’s skull.

“It’s not,” Blue said, the words tainted with the hint of a sob. “I assumed you were being irresponsible, and I shouldn’t have.”

“not like i don’t give you a reason for that.”

“There’s a difference between a messy room and, well, this.” They stayed there a moment longer, holding on tight, and when Blue drew away, he swiped a hasty sleeve over his damp sockets. “Now!” Blue clapped his hands together softly. “I think we should discuss living arrangements.”

“We can,” Edge said, quietly firm, “but I hardly think that will be necessary. We won’t be here for long.”

The sudden trio of protests was loud enough to wake the baby and Edge turned away, bouncing her in his arms as he tried to soothe her back to sleep. He’d known there would be objections, but he couldn’t allow them to sway him. This child was his responsibility, his choice, and his alone.

He had a duty to her and Edge was determined to see it done.

TBC