#K watching the pod...... my heart......

[tiny-merkitty]

too much

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| Matt's intern gets overwhelmed at work.

| tags/prefaces: sfw age regression fic, matt is aware reader is a regressor, purely platonic/found family, matt is a father figure, from matt's pov, gn reader, overwhelmed/slight meltdown, neurodivergent reader but i dont think i could write a neurotypical if i tried

it'd been a long day, a long day where you had been growing more and more agitated.

Matt could tell as soon as you walked in, the way you huffed when you assumed he couldn't hear it, the jumbled whine stuck in your throat when the files he'd given you didn't stack together as neatly as you would've liked. his brows creased whenever he had to listen to your heart rate tug itself between rapid and sluggish.

the tips of his calloused fingers traced over the same three punctuated dots on whatever document detailing the latest case he'd been given, a hasty translation. most of the indentations were confusing or off. he didn't really care about the poor accommodations from his client at the moment, though—— his fingers went over the word 'and' about fifteen times before his mind had actually processed it, he was too focused on the sound of his intern shakily jamming a pod of something into the half-dead keruig Karen had gotten for their depressing kitchenette. it was a sweet thought at the time.

he made sure to politely inform her to avoid the $30 facebook marketplace listings afterwards, though.

an annoyed groan punctuated with a salty scent filled the small space, Matt's footsteps nearly silent as he made his way to the doorframe— his thumbs ghosted over the handle of his cane, his brows furrowed in a concerned expression as you tried not to cry over some coffee not going to plan.

“everything alright, kid?”

Matt asked quietly, his voice holding the same cadence of a worried teacher.

you didn't answer, though the familiar sound of muscles tensing around your face followed by fabric rustling at your hands told him you'd simply frowned and begun to fidget. his mind wandered to a different explanation, his own mouth turning into a frown at the thought.

Matt never saw your regression as something to be shamed—— the opposite, actually. no, he'd gone out of his way to stock the office up with hot cocoa packets and rainbow marshmallows (at least, the cashier told him they were rainbow. her heartbeat at the time didn't help his confidence on the matter.), he'd even gotten a little plush to keep on the office's couch.

still, having to watch you feel so upset never made him happy.

his hand carefully extended, feeling for the accursed coffee machine and gently fixing the top shut, his mouth curving into a line when he felt you sway a bit closer to him in the process.

his free hand reached around your shoulder, allowing you to rest against the worn fabric of his suit jacket. a quick smile from him as he listened to your heartbeat calm in his presence. he couldn't help the small swell of pride knowing he was doing something right to try and help ease your emotions.

“I should ask Karen to replace this soon. I think it has a vendetta.”

Matt chuckled quietly, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he reached up into the cabinet above the counter, feeling around for mugs and letting his hands trace over the ceramic. none of them had any features he could discern by touch, aside from a mug you'd attempted to put braille on in puffy paint, and another with three-dimensional fish scales across the front.

“nod when I get to the one you want?” he suggested with a head tilt as his hand went from one mug to the next, listening for your cue to stop.

he gave a soft giggle when his hand rested on a mug sitting somewhere near the top left row, followed by your hand tugging at his sleeve.

“this one, sweetheart?”

he took the sound of your hair brushing up and down as you giving a nod, moving the mug to the base of the machine and feeling for the indented labels over the buttons, turning it on the listening to the creaky sound of water boiling and hot chocolate dispensing out.

his hand idly traced up and down your left shoulder, absently counting each seam and thread along your shirt as the creaky noises came to a quick halt.

“careful, it's hot.”

he murmured, opting to hold the base of the mug as he handed it to you, waiting a moment to be sure you were holding onto it tight.

“now, we don't have any whipped cream—— but I'm told these marshmallows are shaped like rabbits...”

Matt's voice came out with a smile, his words enunciated with some suspense to try and make you happy, you exhaled a bit out of your nose, so he took that as a win.

he placed a few into the mug and let you hold onto his forearm as he walked you back into his office, sitting beside you on the hand-me-down sofa—— he chose not to ask Foggy where he'd gotten it, but most signs pointed to side of the road. nothing a gallon of lysol couldn't fix, he guessed. the springs prorested beneath the two of you, your head falling onto his shoulder almost instinctively, he was quick to bundle you in a blanket he'd left folded on the arm, exhaling a long breath as he listened to yours beginning to even out, the smell of sugary chocolate and printer paper filling his nose.

“s‘ has cats on it..”

his brows raised when you spoke, it'd been a little bit since you'd said anything today. anything of your own volition, at least.

“the mug?” he asked carefully, his own eyes beginning to droop, you were a welcome warmth against him, your own sleepiness felt contagious.

you gave a nod, felt against the crook of his neck as you sipped from the newly learned cat mug.

“that's nice, angel. are you tired?”

the question was rhetorical, more or less. he knew you were, his hand was already prepping to catch the half-full mug and set it on his desk in the event of you getting too lethargic to hold it up properly.

you nodded again, Matt gave a smile, tucking the blanket up just under your neck, your legs bunched up on the pleather couch.

“I think my client will understand if we take a nap,” his thumb traced over your brow, lulling your eyes shut. “just rest, the case will still be there in the morning.” Matt's voice was a mumble, drifting into soothing murmurs and eventual silence once he was sure you were fully asleep, his free hand underneath the mug, carefully removing it from your limp fingers and placing it on the nearest surface.

he gently laid on his back, letting you bundle up and rest your head on his chest, he didn't mind the cramped space on the couch. you were comfortable and at ease, that was all that mattered to him for the time being.

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Dinluke fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

three rules (back straight, head forward) by queen_rowenas - Rated T

Leia is helpless to watch as Senator Almen continues on as though nothing is wrong. “Mand’alor, may I introduce you to Senator Organa’s brother, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.” She can feel all of her hard work crumbling, whatever trust she had formed with the Mandalorians shattering before her as the Mand’alor slowly stands to his feet. Great, she thinks numbly, Another galactic war on my hands. (Leia Organa has never been one to back down from a challenge. Although advising the new Mand’alor in his introduction to the Senate and also trying to keep her Jedi brother from causing an intergalactic incident could prove to be a bigger challenge than expected.)

It Was Always You by subtlehysteria - Rated G

He’s strong, powerful, his footwork far better than just your average person who occasionally skates for fun. As if that wasn’t enough, Luke watches in shock and awe as the man executes a neat triple toe loop, landing near-flawlessly with only a slight wobble. He doesn’t even register what’s happening, just sprints down the last set of stairs and rams into the barrier, hands raised to cup over his mouth and help project his voice. “HEY, YOU!” The man falters, head snapping to Luke. A single thick brow rises in question. “DO YOU WANNA BE MY PARTNER?” Luke yells. * Or, the one where Luke needs a new ice dancing partner and Din just happens to be in the right place at the right time.

begging for you to take my hand by luminouskywhiner - Rated T

Cara could laugh, but Din knew one thing for certain. Luke Skywalker was utterly and unfairly beautiful, and the most captivating person Din had ever met. If only he could manage to get more than three words out around him without the tips of his ears burning. ~ Alternatively titled; Din Djarin is a socially awkward and sleep deprived single father who falls in love with the prettiest pre-k teacher in the galaxy.

I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life by coffeecatsme - Rated T

The first time Din touches his helmet to Luke’s forehead, it's by complete accident. Or, 5 times Luke doesn't know Din kisses him and 1 time he does.

Crystal Tears by Insomniac_with_dreams - Not Rated

“This is going to be awkward,” Luke sighs down at the baby in his arms. R2 beeps besides him and Luke nods in agreement. “Nothing to do but go back.” His X-Wing is almost completely dismantled, sparking where wires hang limply. There is no way he’s getting off of this cruiser until it’s repaired. There aren't even any escape pods on board all of the docking bays empty. He hadn’t anticipated this, and now he was going to have to walk back to the bridge with the baby and explain himself to a heartbroken Mandalorian.

The Weight of Words by subtlehysteria - Rated E

Dim blue eyes stare up at him. Hair that might once have been rich with colour hangs limp and brittle around a gaunt face. A face with a split lip and a fading bruise on one cheekbone. A face that is blank of all emotion and yet simultaneously screams help. No, he doesn’t see danger. He sees only a man trying to meld with the wall and make his body as small as possible while staring down Din with a glare so cold that it could cause anyone’s blood to turn to ice. The man is dressed in thread-bare prison garb that hangs off his slight frame like oversized drapery and around his wrists is a pair of complex-looking cuffs. They’re the same ones Grogu had been shackled with, cuffs that somehow diminished his powers. If this man bears them too could that mean… Din crouches, bringing himself down to the man’s level. “Are you a Jedi?” * In an alternate universe where the name Luke Skywalker has long since been lost, Din Djarin discovers an unexpected prisoner aboard Gideon's ship, finding not only a potential teacher for Grogu but also the man who will change his life, and his heart, for the better.

First Star I See Tonight by snapdragonpop007 - Rated T

“You’re bleeding,” Luke murmured. “I’m...maybe not fine.” Din conceded. Luke gently held his face between his hands while giving Din a very bright, very angry smile. “You think?” -- Or, Din is heavily concussed after that whole darktrooper thing, and it takes him a second to recognize his husband.

i give to you by treescape - Rated G

“They’re lovely,” Luke said, and if the pleasure in his voice seemed genuine, his brow furrowed slightly in consternation. Din shrugged uncomfortably, because what was he supposed to do—bring a gift for the kids and nothing for their teacher? Or, Din's been accidentally courting Luke.

Where There's a Will There's a Way by xiaq - Rated M

Luke walks straight to Din and Din suddenly feels like he should be doing something with his hands. “Hi,” he says. “Hi,” Luke agrees, grinning. “So. I didn’t get your name, before. Grogu just calls you ‘Daddy’ in his head but I’m assuming I should call you something else.” Din chokes a little. ***** This is basically an Accidental Warlord Din Djarin fic in which Din plays the role of reluctant DILF leader with a heart of gold and Luke plays the role of initially distrusted twink who quickly becomes beloved by all (especially said warlord). The Mandalorians are like, "we've only had Luke Skywalker for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."

The Way in the Sky by ShyOwl - Rated T

The man, the Jedi, the individual who had been so calm and detached just moments ago now tripped back out of the elevator, cloak tangling around his feet, with a panicked look on his young face, “I forgot to tell you where we’re going!”

Yoda’s Academy for Li’l Padawans by MissDinahDarling - Rated T

Being a new student is hard. Being a new student whilst your socially awkward father avoids the school at all costs and your new teacher pines uselessly over a man he’s never met before is even worse. But by god, Grogu is gonna get through this.

unstoppable force, immovable fathers by godbinder - Rated E

“I just need a refuel,” Luke tells the droids, carefully throwing his legs over the edge of the cockpit to slide to the ground. Grogu coos softly, his hands opening and closing his three fingers. “Not a problem, we’ll have you—ready to go...” She trails off when she gets a look at the child, who begins babbling. The Force moves around her in happiness then surprise, shock, then something akin to anger sparking faster than a thermal detonator. Before he can open his mouth, in a move that would have left Han impressed, she has a blaster in hand and shot him in the face.

[triplesilverstar]

A nightmare and a name

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, nightmares, gore, death, vomiting, blood, experiments, trauma. Lots and lots of trauma.

Word count: 2.2 K

A/N: Vash has another nightmare, and you learn of the eldest independent plant. And the cruelties humanity committed. This one has a bit of dark trauma given what happened to Tesla.

Explosions rock the hallway as he runs, listening to the overhead system as it blares alarms as the three of them head toward the emergency escape vehicle. His heart beats like a drum in his chest as another blast in a nearby hallway rocks the area. 

A blink and he screams as he hears Rem’s goodbye through the hardened viewport “Rem!” Shoved into the second seat by Nai as the belts wrap around his waist to secure him against the molded seat as the G-force takes hold. 

It’s the last thing he remembers before waking up in the escape pod, following the sound of laughter that makes his chest hurt and his head spin. The sky is streaked with lights as the laughing grows louder, with Nai standing atop some of the rubble as he watches the flashes. Those flashes aren’t falling stars, it’s more of the ships breaking up in the atmosphere and burning as they crash into the planet's surface.

Something that should be exciting, his first few steps with real gravity not created by one of the plants on the ship. Not laced with fear and terror while sorrow takes hold with the burning wreckage all around him. The flickering flames illuminate some of the debris and his heart seizes in his chest. It’s some of the people from cold sleep, their faces serene but he knows the truth. They’ll never wake up. Not now. 

“You killed them!” The voice in his head whispers how he’s wrong. Nai didn’t kill them. 

He did. 

“You’re my accomplice!” 

More laughter before the words repeat again. “You’re my accomplice!” And again.

“You’re my accomplice!” And again. Ripping at the shards of his heart that keep growing smaller and smaller as it breaks more from the anguish washing through his soul and mind.

“You’re my accomplice!” 

The words don’t stop ringing around him as he runs, struggling through the sand as more pods with people break up the dunes. Gasping as a hand grabs his foot and tugs him down, screaming at the burnt man looking at him. “Why?” 

“Why?” 

The man changes to another face, one with fierce purple eyes and raven hair. “Why Vash?” Sobbing at the face of the only maternal figure he could hold a conversation with has blood dripping from the side of those raven locks.

“Why did you let me die?” Crying as he backs up against the sand and the image changes. He’s shuffling along a metal catwalk, trying to get away from the pile of mangled bodies. 

“Do we mean so little to you?” Luida is among the pile, her neck sliced open and he screams a wordless scream at the tone of her voice. A voice she shouldn’t have with those unseeing eyes in her head. 

“Vash” Flailing his arms as he tries to turn to run away. To stumble away from the horrors of the things he’s done.

Except one of his arms is gone. “Vash!” 

A black void spins just beside him, swallowing everything as the catwalk flakes and is sucked up into it as well. Time seems to slow as he notices flecks of red being absorbed into the swirling blackness. Blood. From him. Screaming as he’s dragged towards the center of the mass, his hand too slick with cold sweat to hold onto the railing being pulled into the void with him. 

“Vash!” Jumping in the bed as he screams his panic, with sweat pouring down his body in streams. He can feel his hair is soaked with some of the strands landing in his eyes making him blink faster while he pants, a hand over his battered chest. 

“You’re ok Vash, you’re ok. It was just a bad dream.” Still panting he turns to you, for a moment unknowing who you are before his memory comes back at the sight of the concern clear on your face as your hands slide along his skin. Rubbing the muscles along his back in what feels like a soothing motion trying to help calm to him. Pressing the heel of his hand into his eyes as he makes noises like a broken animal.

He can’t seem to get his breathing under control or get his heart rate to slow down. “Shit.” Swatting his hands at you as he struggles from under the covers to run for the bathroom, a hand over his mouth as his stomach feels like it’s going to rebel against him. Landing in front of the toilet but nothing comes back up, nothing except his own labored breathing as he leans against the surface seeing a blurry reflection of himself in the brown tinted waters. 

He looks like shit.  

With measured steps you follow behind him, grabbing a washcloth and getting it wet with cool water before placing it on the back of his neck. “I guess maybe a bit more than a bad dream.” Keeping your tone neutral as you watch for a few minutes before stepping away, to head back into the room to grab his canteen before rejoining him in the bathroom. “Still feel sick?”

“Just a little.” Rubbing at his face as Vash sat by the bowl, his breathing seemed to have slowed and you don’t see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his neck any longer that had been visible as he lunged from the bed. That’s a good sign. 

“Here.” Handing him his canteen as you remained standing. “Do you wanna stay up for a bit or get back in bed?” It’s an honest question, since the events on Home and your past coming out both of you have been having more bad dreams as of late. Dreams neither of you seem ready to fully admit are because of the past refusing to stay just that.

“I think getting in bed might be a good idea, not sure how much sleep I’ll be getting though.” Taking a few sips of water before standing with the cloth still on the back of his neck. Something in his voice tells you he’s still reeling from whatever was plaguing him in his dreams. His eyes darting but unseeing in the flickering light from the hotel bathroom.

“We can stay up if you want?” Holding your hand out for him to take and intertwining your fingers as the two of you head back to the bed in the room. Vash just shakes his head before turning to lob the damp fabric into the sink, letting you crawl back under the covers before he slides in next to you.

“You don’t need to stay awake because I am.” Curling his arm around your side and tracing an invisible pattern along your ribs with his prosthetic fingers. A motion you find soothing but you know it’s as much to distract you as it is to him. 

“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” Giving what you hope is a reassuring smile before placing a hand over his scared chest, your index finger trailing along the raised edges of the injury above his heart. “Do you wanna talk about the nightmare?” 

A sigh from Vash as he drops his head onto the pillow. “Not really.” Another sigh from him and you’re more than willing to accept that answer. A lick of his lips with a shudder along his shoulders before he speaks again. “I’ve been seeing the fall in my dreams.” 

“Vash” A pained longing in your voice as you say his name, you might not know what he went through but the ingrained belief that he was the cause of the fall eats at your heart. You can’t believe it, no matter what scenarios have played out in your head, and maybe now you’ll get an answer to the question as to why he thought it was because of him. 

“I just…” Trailing off and you can see the thoughts swimming in his eyes as he works to swallow, like everything is so much harder for him to try and voice or come to terms with. “I don’t understand why Nai changed the data for all the ships, what made him think he needed to do it.” 

“Vash, you probably never will. You can’t keep blaming yourself for that, you were a child and you didn’t make him do it.” 

“He needed Rem’s access code to do it, and I gave it to him.” A somber note in his voice as his eyes trail down to stare at the sheets between your bodies. 

“Did he tell you why he needed it?” A noise of confusion from Vash as you move your hand to toy with his hair. “Before you gave it to him? Did he say why?” 

“No. I mean, he learned it when I unlocked secure files on the computer.” You almost want to slap your face at his admission. Of course, Vash didn’t just hand the information over. 

“Vash, that isn’t giving him the code.” 

“It is to me. We shared everything.” Biting his lip as if he’s unsure of something and you get ready to argue only for it to die in your throat. “We found Tesla after I used the code so maybe I just forgot about it.” Now it’s you feeling nauseous as a weight drops in your stomach, and you feel your heart lurch. 

“Who’s Tesla Vash?” Keeping your voice low and cautious as you aren’t fully sure you want the answer. Not with the glazed look in his eyes as he stares into nowhere and everywhere with those downcast blue orbs.

“She was an independent born fifty years before Nai and I. She was…” Trailing off again you feel him shudder, slamming his eyes shut, and a pained noise rises from his throat that reminds you more of a wounded animal ready to accept the worst. 

“If it hurts we can stop Vash, I shouldn’t have asked about the nightmare.” Sweeping your fingers along the side of his face, you always push, and it just brings more pain to both of you. Sometimes you hate that about yourself, that you dig because you want answers to questions to try and understand more about the world you’ve fallen into. But at the end of the day it’s not fair to Vash or you, to just pick at old wounds until they bleed again. 

“I…” His arm tightens along your back, sliding you closer to his body. “I want you to know this.” His voice cracks, with almost no space between you now as Vash lands a hand on the back of your head and tucks your face into his neck. Like this, you can hear his shallow breathing and the low thump of his heart. “Nai and I, we were always curious. Always looking for more information about plants, humans, and us. Nai thought there was more to the story beyond what Rem told us, so one day Nai tried to get into the secure archives. When I helped him we found files on us.” Swallowing again, as the beating of his heart speeds up. 

You reach out as best as you can with so little space between your bodies to try and trail your fingers along his skin to reassure him. A shutter of his breath before he starts again, his voice even as he tries to keep his emotions under control. “Under the same section as me was another file with the name Tesla, and when Nai clicked it to read more.” An involuntary squeeze of your body more against his. “It opened something behind us, glass containers like the ones most plants are kept in now. She was inside.” A hitch in his voice as Vash starts to cry and sob against you. “They experimented on her, like she was just something with different parts of her in different tanks and she was still alive.” 

“Oh, Vash.” Your heart thunders in your chest as the bile in your stomach rises and you feel nothing but sorrow for him. You know he was over a year old when the fall happened. Which means at some point before then he found another being like him that humanity had torn apart to study. It makes you sick and a fire burns inside of you, it doesn’t seem to matter where you are. Humans always seem to show the worst of themselves and their curiosity stopping any form of sane thought regarding life. Inflicting pain like that on what was arguably a child all while she was still alive. 

A small voice whispers how you’ve seen other species do the same, but it doesn’t mean anything right now.

“That was a lot Vash, I wish you didn’t have to go through and see that.” Wiggling one of your hands free to smooth it along his shoulders and down his back. “It’s not right at all. I’m sorry people can be so cruel.” A small part of you wonders as Vash keeps sobbing if maybe finding how the people of the ship treated the first independent that was born played into Nai wanting to crash the ships. “Knowing it upsets you that much I wish I hadn’t of asked you about the nightmare.” 

“I wanted you to know.” A few more shakes and sobs from the man in your arms, a few gentle words back and forth and you hope that’s it for the night because while Vash was the one to relive the memory and you’d like to beat the shit out of people that are long dead from a crashed ship who valued their scientific curiosity over a young life. 

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pls a Mark hoffman x male reader where him and the reader get cozy in a bookstore while it's snowing

Snow- Mark Hoffman x male! reader

ALLL right!! In the spirit of the fact that I am determined to get my requests under control coupled with the fact that a snowstorm blew through my province sunday night through midday yesterday, this request is a little holiday-happy-feely. It's also what I hope to be the beginning of a prosperous week--I have energy drinks, coffee and finally finished editing something I actually finished working on last week, so the goal is that I can focus on other things now and get stuff done lol.

Thank you for sending this in--I truly don't write for hoffman enough and I just knew, from the minute I read the request, that it was gonna come out really sweet. I love me some tooth rotting fluff and writing this was an absolute joy!

Fic type- fluff!!

Warnings- this is unedited (I was trying to finish it before the motivation went away and editing it hardly occurred to me bc editing is never motivating ever--but I did read through as I went to make sure the grammar and stuff wasn't TOO funky. Apologies if it still is tho)

You were standing in the bookstore a close friend owned, watching the weather forecast from a TV in their backroom while they finished up with customers when you first got the news of a very intense oncoming storm.

Jersey, as a whole, was looking at a median half a foot of snow over the weekend. Locally, though, two feet were the expectation. You had the thought to get home and make sure to turn the heat on so the pipes didn't freeze, but your phone was dead and you'd agreed to meet Mark at the bookstore and then grab a cab home together, so it wasn't really worth it. Plus--the snowfall in the first four hours wasn't expected to be too terrible. Driving conditions would be fine until midnight, at the very latest, which gave you plenty of time.

Your friend decides to close the bookstore early, and when Mark comes in fifteen minutes after they've decided to close, he's a sight for sorer eyes.

Your friend, having watched the snowfall to see just how inaccurate the newscaster had been, was setting up their backroom in case you all needed to spend the night there while you brewed up some coffee from the machine left somewhere to the right of the counter, right next to an advertisement stating that coffee, hot chocolate and tea all costed the hefty price of two quarters.

Mark is somewhat covered in snow--he shakes it from his hair and shoots you a happy, loving smile as he idly dusts it off his coat. Your friend greets him and Mark says his hello, running a hand through his hair as Quin--your friend--goes back to the backroom to finish setting it up.

"They said it wasn't supposed to be that bad," Mark notes as he approaches you in the dimly lit bookstore. "Strahm was a dick about it, though--sounded like he was sixty, complainin' about how storms in Jersey always seem a bit random. Perez had the graces to wish me luck, where Strahm just said to enjoy my walk. Don't think he likes me all that much, if I'm honest."

You shrug, passing him the mug of coffee you'd just made. "He's the new guy, Mark. Take it a little easy--not everyone sees the charm in Jersey, babe. Especially not with some serial killer on the loose. Maybe he's worried he's next for smoking cigarettes or something."

Mark laughs. Your heart swells.

"Think we'll get snowed in here?"

You laugh, starting another cup of coffee by placing a new K-pod into the Keurig. "I love Quin, but I really do hope not. As someone who studied for their college degree in that staff room, sleeping on that couch is not for the weak. I'm pretty sure it's old enough to drink, actually. I helped him move it in when he bought the place."

"Well, we'll figure something out."

You nod, grinning as Marks lips press a kiss against your cheek. "We always do, Mark. How was work?"

"It was work," Mark shrugs. "Shitty roads, more investigating, all of the fun stuff that comes with workin' at the precinct. How was work for you?"

"It was a day in the life of marketing," you shrug, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Numbers, people, crappy coworkers and slow computers. I can't wait for my week off on Monday--I will sleep in and for an entire seven days, I won't have to hear about Carol and her bunions or David and his grandmother. I hate the office I work in but the coworkers make it so much worse. Their incessant gossiping makes it hard to focus."

Mark laughs, and you laugh a little too while the coffee finishes pouring. You make it to your specifications and burn the roof of your mouth drinking it, but it's worth it because it tastes damn good.

Quin shows up with a defeated smile from the back room. "Hey, lovebirds," he greets. "You've got four hours before the roads start sucking ass to drive on, but from what it looks like, cab companies aren't going to let their drivers drive anyone home after ten. You're welcome to stay here and browse for a bit, drink coffee and Mark, I'm sure you'll have an excellent time while Y/N looks at the classics section that he loves so dearly, but I'll be leaving round ten thirty so I'd say it's best to be leavin' at nine thirty. That is, of course, if you have any hopes of getting a cab before companies start threatening to cut the wages of anyone still out and driving after the cut off."

You nod at Quin. "Thanks for the tip, Quinnie," you say. "We'll be out of your hair by nine thirty, we promise."

Quin shakes his head, waving a dismissive hand. "No worries, Y/N. Have fun with Detective Lip Filler."

Mark quirks an eyebrow while you laugh, shaking your head as if to say "don't ask, mark," and interlacing your fingers with his own.

Mark lets you lead him off, down one of many winding corridors in the bookstore. While you browse the shelves you and Mark talk--Christmas plans very quickly become a point of discussion, seeing that it's two weeks away and neither of you really know what the plan is just yet.

You know that Mark doesn't much talk to his parents--they're in their seventies as it were and subscribe to more...conservative points of politics and worldviews. Aside from them, he's not really got anybody and hasn't since his sisters death.

You figured he'd spend it with you, unless work got in the way as it had last year. Your tradition was simple--spend Christmas Eve at home, order Chinese takeaway, watch whatever crappy Christmas movies happened to be playing on the channel that was devoted to them during December and laugh at the bad acting.

Wake up Christmas morning, make cinnamon buns and bake a tray of brownies to take to your parents as you were always in charge of dessert. Make sure the gifts you'd bought for relatives were in your car and then drive the half an hour to your parents place. Spend the day there, leave with a quick hug to your parents and a promise to come around again around the new year, and then go home and smoke a bit of weed to relax and hit the hay early.

"You don't have to," you murmur, grabbing the penguin edition of Shakespeares 'Hamlet' and glancing the cover over. "It's just a suggestion--it's Christmas, Mark. Might be because I was raised with neighbors popping by for Christmas dinner, but Christmas is a shitty holiday to spend alone."

Mark nods. "I was hoping I'd get to spend Christmas with you anyway," he says, taking a sip of his coffee. "Will we have to act like we're just best friends, though? Or are your parents unopposed?"

"They know I have a boyfriend at present," you answer. Your relationship isn't new--it's been three years with him, but Mark has been busy with work and trying to keep a level head as things with Jigsaw have continued, so you've never really had the chance to introduce him to anyone in your family. "They also know what your name is--first, not last. And that you're a detective, and that you're really handsome. I promise, I haven't told them anything that would make them hate you. My mothers been eager to meet you since I brought you up, though. My exes were horrendous, according to her."

Mark laughs, and you let yourself grin. "I'll do my best to impress, then," he says. "We'll have to get them gifts, though."

"I've been meaning to do some Christmas shopping anyway--we'll go once the storm has cleared," you say. "And at this point, I think my parent's won't care about gifts, really. They just really wanna meet you."

You put Hamlet back onto the shelf and grin as Marks arms wrap around your waist after he's set the coffee mug on an empty shelf. You do the same and let your arms wrap around his shoulders, and silence settles.

You close your eyes for a second, listening.

"Can you hear it?" You ask after a minute, maybe two.

"Hear what?" Mark asks. "It's completely silent in here, Y/N--there's nothing to hear."

"The snow, Mark," you answer. "It might just be because my ears are good, but I can hear it hitting the windowsills."

"How?"

"I dunno," you shrug. "Just been able to since I was a kid. I knew it was snowing right when I woke up some days."

"I will add that to the catalogue of random things that've come to light at random times," Mark grins as your eyes open again. "Among the fact that your favorite color was green until you were twenty four, and the fact that you once got bitten by a stray cat so bad that you had to be put on antibiotics during your college days, and the fact that you've never liked daisies."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You love me and my randomness, Hoffman."

Mark nods. "That I do," he says.

The two of you end up sitting at one of the desks by the windows, drinking coffee and chatting until nine, when you leave to grab a cab home just to sit by your windowsill and watch the snow until you grow bored of it.

All in all, for a night in the middle of December, while the beginnings of a snowstorm rages on outside, it's a pretty good night.

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 2 Reveals 2023

Fashion is the Armor [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types) written by wanderingjedihistorian, performed by kbirb Summary: It’s not that Fox would have reconsidered things with Bail and Breha if he had known about…this. It’s just that if someone had told him he needed to go shopping for a “proper prince consort wardrobe” and that said shopping trip would make him long for the days of babysitting Senators…well. He’d have figured out some way to avoid this part.

Through Thin Walls (9-1-1: Lone Star (TV 2020)) written by noxsoulmate, performed by Juulna Summary:“Hey, so please don’t freak out–”

In the next moment, Carlos could hear a thud, followed by a curse, and he was pretty sure the guy had just hit his head somehow. Carlos winced in sympathy.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just your neighbor here.”

“Dude,” came the reply, the voice sounding rough, probably from all the crying. “Way to give a person a heart attack. Also, creepy much?”

“My apologies. The walls here are basically paper with some paint slapped on. So uhm… noises are somewhat muffled but… not really, I guess.” ~*~ 3 times Carlos only heard his neighbor’s voice, 2 times TK lusted over a certain officer, +1 time it all melted together.

Captain Jack Books (Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)) written by TrebleMaker07 and Shakespeare_stole_my_url, performed by Shakespeare_stole_my_url Summary: Jack Kelly is the proud owner of Captain Jack Books; however, business is down and the Delancey brothers have expanded. How will he keep Captain Jack Books relevant? And who is the cute guy that keeps coming around?

Fashionable Lectures, composed and delivered with Tact and Titillation (Lilywhite Boys Series - K. J. Charles) written by vinia, performed by jennisaisquoi Summary: The Marchioness of Cirencester seeks advice from her best friend, the Countess of Moreton.

Sk8 Infinity: Winter Break (SK8 the Infinity (Anime)) created by Syr, Opalsong, and Cantarina Summary: EM: It’s another episode of Ambiguous Robot and Earnest Hero Watching Anime, the podcast all about anime, fandom, and what shows are worth spending your short hours on this earth watching, and the drama they create along the way. I: Today we’re talking about Sk8 Infinity: Winter Break, the prequel series to SK8 The Infinity. And no, don’t ask us why it’s called that. This is just the anime nonsense that we are here for.

Old Words, New Mission (Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)) written by poppetawoppet, performed by GhostCwtch Summary: In which 'Til the end of the line' resets all the other code words.

Nearly Enough (Hornblower - C. S. Forester) written by Sanguinity, performed by Luzula_podfic Summary: Over the course of two wild days and two wild nights in Kingston, Hornblower must choose which he wants more: command of the Retribution, or Lieutenant William Bush.

admiring flowers (Hannibal (TV)) written by Koschei_B, performed by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid Summary: Will's not a goddess, but he gets kidnapped by the Reaper all the same.

At the End of All Things [text, audio] (Transformers: Prime) written by autobotscoutriella, performed by Gilraina Summary: At the end of the war, Optimus goes in search of something still missing.

when all the roads you took came back to me (บทกวีของปีแสง | Be My Favorite (TV)) written by Kiranokira, performed by pieces0fstars Summary: In a timeline where Kawi and Pisaeng are both famous and secretly dating, a jetlagged Kawi sits on Pisaeng's lap during a livestream and accidentally outs them to the public.

It’s in the last fifteen seconds of the live while Pisaeng is promoting an upcoming appearance at a local music festival that a sleepy weight drops into his lap, changing the entire direction of not only his life but Kawi’s, too. Sweetly and adoringly, Kawi winds both arms around Pisaeng’s neck, puts his face on Pisaeng’s shoulder, and whines, “Pisaaaeeeng, you weren’t there when I woke up.”

Once More Into the Void (Teen Wolf (TV)) written by melly_diamond, performed by thilia Summary: Derek Hale has moved on with his life; he has a wife and child now, has rebuilt the Hale house, and is living contentedly in Beacon Hills. For a while. Until a long-buried evil rears its ugly head and chooses a new target to torment; Lorelei Hale, the nine year old daughter of Derek and Sasha Hale. And when no one, anywhere, can seem to rid the little girl of her interloper, a plea goes out into the supernatural world for their final option, a mysterious being - shaman, exorcist, magic-wielder - known only as M. to save her. Who is M.? And is he the answer to all their prayers or a whole other problem in itself?

[percyaugod]

@musicalocelot470

I'm going to be completely honest, as the AU is Donnie is just some random Krang Leo caught the interest of. Mostly because I had a lot more ideas for it than the original.

Originally, I saw a post saying the pod thing they found Raph in was supposed to turn him into a krang, and how that's how they create more of their kind, but the others interrupted the process. So naturally, I had ideas.

The Krang catch Donatello and are unable to get information out of him, but they've seen firsthand what he's capable of. They don't even have to think twice about putting the turtle in one of the pods. The Krang were practically giddy to have such a force to be reckoned with as one of their own.

Someone was always on watch in case something went wrong or the turtle somehow pulled a last-minute escape, as he's done before. Except neither of those happened. If anything he seemed to take to pod like a fish to water, body quickly and smoothly transitioning like none before. Taking into account his already yellow eyes and violent, destructive nature it's almost like he was meant to be one of them.

When he finally emerges he's a Krang whose hue leans toward purple. Notable size and stature similar to the Prime himself. Though in his eyes there's still that look of wanting to tear apart everything in sight that fills the Krang with dread.

They, of course, put him in one of the labs. He immediately sets himself up in a corner, claiming it for himself and banning entry from everyone without permission. Then he sets up traps and defenses for those foolish enough to try to enter. Then made himself a pair of goggles that were frighteningly familiar to the Krang.

He's upgrades the Krangs' tech and even creating new devices. Everything he makes is branded with an odd K symbol. When asked he says "Psychological attack against enemies and keeping dum dums from claiming my work as their own." Considering how many heart attacks they've had in the past seeing the turtle's symbol they can understand the first part, but not the second reason.

Or at least they didn't until some higher rank Krang in the lab got tired of the newcomer constantly outshining him and stole one of his devices that had yet to be marked. What the fool didn't realize was it had yet to be marked because it was still a prototype, a highly unstable one at that.

Him having to throw the dum dum away and covering the device with his own body before it detonates is how the Krang and himself learn he regenerates. He also now knows being blown up hurts and burnt Krang shells similar to burnt popcorn for some reason. He turns to another Krang to ask what popcorn is only to get a shrug in response. Useless, the lot of you.

Chances are since he works in the lab he doesn't leave the base, so the others have to go to him. They refuse to believe he's gone without a body.

That's as far as I could get with that one. :T

[ttzamara]

What was his name again?

EPILOGUE - Next part (coming soon)

Tech x fem!reader

(CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM SEASON 2 EPISODE 15/16 OF THE BAD BATCH!!)

(A/N - This is going to be a Tech Fanfiction because im in denial and cope with maladaptive daydreaming and this is what my mind created yesterday ((The dividers are from @djarrex ))

includes angst, fluff, possibly gore, smut and the rest is going to be in the chapters warning - love you all and hope you all feel okay )

Eriadu was a horrible industrial planet, elevated mountainous landscapes, foggy narrow grasslands and not to forget the imperial territories.

It was difficult to get to planets controlled by the Empire, but there were always gaps in the system. Especially within the lower ranks.

She stood there, her hair blowing in the wind, binoculars in hand, as she watched the main hanger in the mountains blew up. Her gaze swung to the pods, which stopped abruptly and swung wildly.

Shots flew from both pods, the stormtroopers firing wildly at the clones' pod. Her eyes widened as she watched one of the clones climb onto the pod and walk carefully on the cable.

An explosion on the clones' pod tore her gaze from the tall clone and she watched as the pod's mount was damaged.

She inhaled sharply as she watched the clone cautiously try to get back to the pod, but was knocked off his feet by the V-Wings' gunfire.

"No, it has nothing to do with me."

she murmured and stood up from her reclining position, brushing the snow off her knees and turning to leave, but a loud rumbling drew her gaze back to the pods.

She watched with a frightened expression as the rear pod separated and the tall clone was pulled down with it. A shrill scream came from the pod and she saw another clone lean out of the pod with a heart-wrenching scream.

"Maker, K-c8 come quickly we have to find him".

She jumped off the ledge and the droid flew after her, beeping. She slid across the snow to the bottom of the mountain and reached for her back as she took the hoverboard off her back and placed it on the ground.

She wasted no time in getting to the place where the pod had fallen, the droid beeped and clicked into place on the board.

"K-c8, scan the vicinity for life forms or heat signatures. He has to be here somewhere"

she said firmly and looked around, jumping off the board and attaching it to her back as she took in the surroundings.

She saw pieces of scrap metal scattered on the ground and followed the pieces until she came to a narrow path.

She found no heat signatures with her scanner and huffed in annoyance, kicking one of the pieces of scrap out of the way and squinting her eyes as she threw her head back.

She opened her eyes and her gaze widened.

"K-c8, look"

[saiyanqueenreads]

Hunter-Centric Fanfic Recommendation List for The Owl House: Fics starting with T, U, & V

***Please observe any tags/warnings on each work before reading, as some stories may deal with triggering topics and situations***

The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff.

Tag you're it, Tag Tag you're it. by Lethezee Tailored to a T by loversbyjay take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust by Love_Lucigoosey Take a Sick Day by KOKICHINOLIE Take these broken wings by ChildlikeGoblinQueen Terminal by EdwardEldritch testing the waters by clovariia Thank You For Finding Me by fairytalesandfolklore   Thanks to Her by ace_anarchistttt Thanks To Them (Epilogue) by sleepy_catz That Moment When Your Friend's Mom Finds And Reads Your Coping Mechanism Fan Fiction by redrasberries That Saved a Wretch Like Me by ChildlikeGoblinQueen That's Just the Nature of Pain by try_again_love

The Aftermath by redrasberries  The Agony of the Almost by Polyhexian The Atlas and the Avid Reader by Lollytea The Boiling Rain Slid Right Off by TempusLiberi The Book by redrasberries The Curse of Mortality by ObabScribbler The Deal by theprincessofdenial The dog days are over by kolapon The Dog Left Behind by Shiba_Liba The Drip of the Faucet by PandoraTheExplorer The Emperor is not a merciful man. by LigitnessBagels The Empress by redrasberries The Empty Nest In My Heart by Kohpon The Family's Tree (or, I Watch, You Dream) by jellyellie731  The Future's Overdue by ChildlikeGoblinQueen The ghosts who call your name by Melonteal The golden brother by VikingShadows The Hard Stuff by Polyhexian The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter by fairytalesandfolklore The Hunter Files by PeridotKirishima The Importance of Cutting Your Losses (Before They Begin to Tangle at the Ends) by home_musicbox The King in Yellow by Obvious_Ghost The Lone Mourner by Drabbles_Of_Writing The Many-Cure Manicure by CassiePoppy45 The Measure of a Witch by BlunderStorm & Flustered_Finesse The Monster’s Empty Place by 16hawk   The Most Terrible Poverty by Cornerofmadness The one where the author deals with their recent and unexpected epilepsy diagnosis by projecting it onto a new blorbo by Polyhexian The Owl's Stray series by probablylesbean The Painful Part of Healing by Kestral the problem of evil by tristenthekitty The Rib Bone by wompire The Sailor Song by JuiceAstronaut the shared salt of spilled secrets by Elynn The Sharp Knife of a Short Life by ObabScribbler The Silent Language of Grief by WinterSky101 the sky is overcast and i'm sorry by stillateenageabomination the sun shines brighter when you’re around by ApricotOatmeal the symbiotic relationship between ravens and wolves by tristenthekitty  The Titan Laughs in Flowers by LazlosLulls The Titan Weeps In Flowers by randomramblingsofme the trappings of sorrow by claudias The Weaving of a Tapestry by kolapon The Yawning Grave by Polyhexian

There by EmeraldArt there is love that doesn’t have a place to rest by boopiejokes There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial There Was Good, and That's What Made It Worse by LollingCat There's Sunshine in Your Smile by Lollytea This Book Belongs To: by UnnieBeans Three covenheads and a grimwalker by Lindendragon they say these are the golden years by handsofink time is an illusion (help things make sense) by PPeasants To Ear is Human, To Forgive Divine by ObabScribbler to place trust by peterparkerpanic tomorrow’s here by bamboop Too Little, Too Late by TotallyNotASecretAO3Account Truth or Scare by EmiKoizumi  Try Harder by Polyhexian Tumbling Out by Calaiti Two peas in a pod by Reonnex Tyto Aurantia by dragonpyre

Uncle Knows Best by toh_lover05 unsee by claudias

Variations and Fugue on a Theme by azhdarchidaen Vee's Fight by FireQuill31 villainous thing by Some_Dead_Guy

Fics Starting With: A / B, C, D / E, F, G / H, I / J, K, L / M, N, O, P / Q, R, S / T, U, V / W, X, Y, Z, #

[mysteriawrites]

hello!! I would like to request a matchup with a genshin character. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms. I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are basically like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses because I'm just THAT smart, obvi ✋️.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, meteorology, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched, chemistry 🤬.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's, 2010's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- My main love language is quality time.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

Thank you for the request! Sorry this is extremely late. Just gonna get straight to the point DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

THOMA!!!

You and Thoma are very romantic kind of couple. You have similar likes and personalities you’re like peas in a pod.

You and Thoma met when you were hired by the Kamisato family. You were hired as Ayaka’s latests attendent. Your were practically her big sister.

Because you and Thoma see each other everyday, he wanted to get to know you better. He noticed you were a bit shy so he decided to invite you out to do some things he thought you would like.

He invited you to small outings at first like walking around the garden and helping him with cooking. As you two got closer and he found out about more things you liked he invited you to more things such as: a day on the town.

He took you out on a shopping spree where he would pay for everything (Thoma is a stubborn lad don’t fight him on this). He thought it was so adorable how your eyes lit up at the books you picked out at the book shop and the budding flowers from the flower shop. You saw a lot of Inazuma that day.

After a shopping for a few hours he took you to a cute restaurant and that had all of your favorite foods you almost didn’t know what to pick! You also got to learn all about him during your day out.

At the end of the day he took you to the top of a hill in a beautiful meadow. It was the perfect place for the two of you to see the stars. He asked you all about astronomy so he could hear you cutely ramble about your passion.

Before you headed out Thoma took you hands and confessed his feelings to you and asked you to be his girlfriend while holding a beautiful bouquet and blushing a bright pink.

(And that kids is how i met your father/j) Since then you and Thoma have been like those cute couples you see in romantic montages. You clean and cook together having fun together. Ayato and Ayaka ship you guys so hard. You’re dog parents to Taroumaru and he loves you guys so much.

He is the sweetest boyfriend. He pays attention to everything about you, gives you gifts and compliments, he does like to tease you sometimes but he won’t go too far. He treats you like an absolute princess.

10/10 very cute couple.

[roxy206]

I Left My HVAC Heart In Florida — 11/29/2022

listen here | watch here

Oh, be careful

T asking K about the concert 🥺

This was a big moment for you

Omg that’s so cute that A & E knew the words to some of Loboda’s songs

I saw that salt water douching right up your pussy — I love it so much when T says she saw something K posted or that someone posted of K

I was gonna say does K know about Snow On The Beach because E is a Swiftie but then I was like oh wait Lana

Farm to table sex trafficking 💀

T planning to quiet people at the motel lmao

K being so excited about seeing Loboda rehearsing 🥺

I would like to know how many of these Chime ads T has recorded with the little girl voice. Also in general I’m surprised how often T & K record new ads for these same companies. They must be getting paid more for these spots — I hope so at least because I absolutely hear the same ads over & over on other pods

K grabbing & shaking T’s wrist

K speaking Mandarin is so cute 🥺

Honestly trying to speak French in Canada … just don’t if you’re not fluent lol

Not as big as she should be

The gripping

But they could have just been Eurotrash. It’s hard to say

I get afraid of expressing myself because I feel like I get raked through the coals ☹️

I think Twitter is the worst place on the internet — I’ve been on Twitter since 2008 & I love the platform, but people can be such assholes so I get where T is coming from with this

You can curate the experience to your liking — amen. Curate your social media experiences as much as possible!

The people who hate things the most are on Twitter

You were out of town so

Christina Hendricks is in what?

The petting

NO ONE TOLD ME THEY MENTIONED 13 GOING ON 30 IN THIS

Oh you are a slut

If you see us walking funny on this tour 😂

The endings of these pod episodes are so abrupt

[kerra-and-company]

awakening

(Wrote this a little while back and never posted it for some reason, but I’m decently proud of it, so...here you go!)

Kerra awakens from the Dream.

Warnings: none, as far as I know; some vague allusions to future story beats

The Dream is many things at once.

It is the warmth of the earth and the chill of the wind, an eternal struggle and eternal peace, being together and being apart.

Kerra sees truth and secrets and webs and knives, shining bright in the dark. A shield, woven of branches, the curved moon visible through the shadowed thorns.

It is not calm, but it does feel right. This is where she should be, where she should learn, and then—

Pain.

She gasps as her eyes fly open.

There are no crowds to see, no screaming, but she feels widespread panic down to her bones, the urgency of imminent danger. A few others—family, siblings—stand in a group nearby, having a hushed conversation.

Fear.

Move. I need to move.

One sylvari stands apart from the rest. Green, slightly transparent, waving fiercely. No one seems to notice them.

Kerra stumbles across the grass, her steps becoming more and more certain as she moves. The other sylvari spots her, and they light up with something adjacent to relief.

“Dreamer, I am Caithe,” they say. “I need your help.”

****

Serimon watches the pod carefully as the shape inside twists and turns. It’s unusual for a sapling to be this restless, and even more unusual for a Firstborn to pay so much attention to one not yet awakened.

But the Pale Mother’s bough lowers nonetheless, and the moving pod gently opens to deposit the lavender sylvari onto the ground.

Their eyes flash open instantly, bright and worried and wide.

“Caithe!” They try to prop themselves up, but even from their seated position, the ground beneath them is slick and provides them too little support. Serimon runs to catch them before they slip.

They turn their head to face him. “Where is Caithe? Is she all right? Is everyone safe?”

“Steady, sapling,” Serimon says gently. He helps them up, draping a blanket across their shoulders. “You just woke. Caithe was here a moment ago, but she left to speak to the Pale Tree.”

“You’re certain she’s all right?”

“As certain as I can be, young one.”

Their shoulders relax, and they tug the blanket a bit tighter to their body. “Thank you.”

He guides them to a nearby stool and pile of clothing. They begin the process of dressing, a bit clumsily using the stool as support.

“I don’t usually question saplings,” Serimon began carefully, “but if you’d indulge my curiosity, what happened to you in the Dream?”

They pause, still missing a boot. “Caithe and I fought against a poison there. She said it was put there by the Nightmare Court. I—” They stop, considering. “May I ask you a question as well?”

“Please.”

They open their mouth again, but interrupt themselves with a short, somewhat embarrassed laugh. “Ah. That may need to be two questions. I haven’t yet asked your name.”

“I am Mender Serimon, sapling. He/him, please. Might I ask the same of you?”

“I’m Kerralind,” the sapling says. “She/her, I think.”

“It is very nice to meet you, Kerralind,” Serimon replies, smiling. “Feel free to ask your second question.”

Again, there’s a pause. She seems to be thinking, and Serimon chooses not to interrupt. Eventually, she says, “What do you know about dragons?”

Serimon blinks. “I’m no expert, but I know a small amount. Is there anything you wish to know in particular?”

“In the Dream,” Kerralind says, her hand brushing back a stray leaf of hair, “I saw the shadow of a dragon. I fought it back, alongside Caithe, but I felt…called, I suppose, to defeat it. Do you know what that means?”

“By the Tree!” Serimon says, shocked. Kerralind looks confused and concerned, so he quickly adds, “The Dream has named you a Valiant of the Wyld Hunt. It is almost exactly how you just put it, in fact—it has called you to defeat this dragon.”

His heart hurts for a moment. So young, and such a momentous task. But he voices none of this out loud as Kerralind asks, “Where should I begin?”

“Here, in our forest,” he answers. “There are many who need help, and it’ll be fine training for a new Valiant.”

She nods, determination clear on her face, and smiles. “Thank you, Mender.”

“No thanks are necessary, Valiant. I wish you the best of luck.”

As she slips her remaining boot on and heads down the path towards Caledon proper, Serimon sighs quietly to himself.

I can only hope you won’t need it.

[thelaithlyworm]

Rocket Show

(James K Baxter)

As warm north rain breaks over suburb houses, Streaming on window glass, its drifting hazes Covering harbour ranges with a dense hood: I recall how eighteen months ago I stood Ankle-deep in sand on an Otago beach Watching the fireworks flare over strident surf and bach, In brain grey ash, in heart the sea-change flowing Of one love dying and another growing.

For love grows like the crocus bulb in winter Hiding from snow and from itself the tender Green frond in embryo; but dies as rockets die (White sparks of pain against a steel-dark sky) With firebird wings trailing an arc of grief Across a night inhuman as the grave, Falling at length a dull and smouldering shell To frozen dunes and the wash of the quenching swell.

There was little room left where the crowd had trampled Grass and lupin bare, under the pines that trembled In gusts from the sea.  On a sandhillock I chose A place to watch from.  Then the rockets rose, O marvellous, like self-destroying flowers On slender stems, with seed-pods full of flares, Raining down amber, scarlet, pennies from heaven On the skyward straining heads and still sea-haven. Had they brought death, we would have stood the same, I think, in ecstasy at the world-end flame.

It is the rain streaming reminds me of Those ardent showers, cathartic love and grief. As I walked home through the cold street by moon-light, My steps ringing in the October night, I thought of our strange lives, the grinding cycle Of death and renewal come to full circle, And of man's heart, that blind Rosetta stone, Mad as the polar moon, decipherable by none.

[your-nanas-house]

k so i just had an idea, what if there was like an addams family au where jerome is like gomez reader is like morticia and so o, what would you think about writing that?

Uuh sounds very fun and interesting 😌 here it is, sorry if it took me so long.

The Valeska family

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader; Jerome Valeska & Valeska family

Warnings: Addams family AU, violence, torturing, weapons, weird hobbies, fluff

Words: 452

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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A puff of smoke from the cigar that had been lit a few minutes earlier escaped Jerome's scarred lips as he admired how his beautiful wife cut the red roses holding only the thorny stems, reflecting on how he had managed to marry such a perfect woman and capture her heart to create a family with time.

His hazel eyes shifted thoughtfully to his daughter 'Chelsea' the second born, daddy's little angel, always busy creating new weapons trying to seriously injure or kill her older brother Junior, her hobbies were raising poisonous spiders and dancing, she was a dancer; a proud sigh escaped Jerome's lips along with the cigar smoke shifting his gaze once more to his eldest son 'Jerome Junior' called by the family only Junior, he didn't always use the family manners but there was still a bit of Valeska DNA in him, his hobby was collecting road signs, happily watching on TV when cars collided right on the spot where he had picked up his new room decoration.

His hazel eyes shifted back to his beloved wife watching as she held in her arms their third child the little 'Corbin' an identical copy of his father, they were two peas in a pod and like his father he too was looking for violent entertainment that would make him laugh like Uncle Jeremiah's falls every time he entered their home, caused by the constant pranks Jerome made.

Ginger was grateful for the family he had and even more grateful for his wife, he liked to remind him of this each time by grabbing her hand to kiss it and run his kisses all the way down her arm before reaching her neck just as he did at that moment "Oh my doll" he whispered meowing softly causing Y/n to hint at a smile as he turned around brushing his lips and leaving their children for a while with his mother 'Grandmama' a witch who would appear in their lives sometimes and take care of their children when they wanted time alone.

When Grandmama couldn't there was Carl who followed them, responding immediately as soon as they called him with the bell, a very good butler sometimes even if you have to remind him of certain things.

To complete the family of course it took a pet, none other than Sheba II the second snake taken from them who was very reminiscent of the snake Jerome had grown up with, it was always free, crawling around the house and Chelsea trying to get Corbin to eat from it.

Their family was chaotic and violent, with unusual hobbies, but they were perfect and love, their love, was all over the house.

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

15/50 Touches

hugging each other

Bronn x female!reader

Word Count: 935

Note: Highkey I’ve only watched through season 5, but like, let’s pretend this is the AU that it is, and this encounter happened sometime before everything went completely sideways. K? K.

You’d met a lot of people during your travels across Westeros, and almost all of them had been in passing. Nobles, you’d run into during your time playing guard for Genna Lannister. Everyone else was just on the road to some place or another. Of all, your personal favorite mildly-hostile encounter had been with Brienne of Tarth in a sketchy little inn at the heart of the country.

She hated you on the spot. You assumed there was a smear of blood somewhere on your black leather armor that you missed the last time you’d taken a dip in a river that tipped her off that you were more of a combatant than the average traveling woman. Or maybe it was the way you were hunched over the table, eating alone like you were one of the men that passed through places like this. Honestly, it was probably the knives that were tucked into your belt and the sword that kept knocking into the bottom of the table when you shifted. She’d had some terse words to say to a sellsword like you, but by the end of the encounter (and ensuing not-so-friendly spar to show off both of your skills) you’d earned a grudging respect from the woman.

Plus, you found it rather amusing to consider the fact that you were essentially her shadow self: great fighter, keep your word (for the right price), and constantly mocked by random men that thought a woman couldn’t do their job as well as they could.

This grudging respect (from her, you adored the woman as much as you loved riling her up) bloomed to a strange friendship when you ended up traveling with her and Pod to . . . somewhere. You hadn’t been paying attention to their talks of a destination; you’d been a bit distracted by the handsome stableboy that was eyeing you up at the time. 

And that friendship led you to absolutely laughing your ass off when the pair of you ran into none other than Jamie fucking Lannister and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater one the road, headed opposite directions. As soon as you saw them, your giggling started and it didn’t stop even after you were laughing so hard that you literally fell off your horse.

“Are you alright?” you heard Jamie ask.

“She’s finally lost it,” Brienne’s tired response came from next to you. “How are you, Ser Jamie?”

“I’ve been well, Lady Brienne,” was his automatic response. You could hear the smile in his voice. The polite way the friends greeted each other had your peals of laughter going even harder.

“Pod, would you mind holding her horse so it doesn’t run away?” Brienne asked. 

You heard boots hitting the ground moments before Jamie asked, “Bronn, where are you going?”

The footsteps paused long enough for Bronn’s gruff voice to indignantly say, “Where do you fuckin’ think?” Then as soon as he was close enough, you felt his hand grasp your arm. “Up you get, giggles.”

As soon as you were upright, you threw your arms around his neck in a tight hug and allowed yourself to be pulled into a heated kiss, smiling the whole time. You loved the way his arms felt around you. “Missed you.”

He shamelessly grabbed a handful of your ass and muttered, “Missed you too, sweetheart,” before turning to face your now shocked companions.

“Uh . . . Do either of you care to explain what the hells is going on?” Jamie prodded, looking more than a little amused despite the confusion.

“I assume Tall, Blonde, and Honorable and Ser Magic Cock already know this, but,” you snorted with renewed laughter during Bronn’s introduction of you.

“And how do you know each other?” It was Podrick that asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you teased, knowing full well that it was certainly not obvious.

Bronn’s hand slipped inside the collar of your chest armor to retrieve the chain--and therefore ring--that hung there. “This is my wife.”

“Your . . . what?” Brienne looked totally scandalized. “But . . .”

“You and that stable boy last night!” 

“And Bronn, they had to chase you out of the brothel with a broom in the last town!”

Which, of course, only sent you into yet another fit of giggles while you laced your fingers with your husbands. Since it was clear that none of you were likely to depart this little spot anytime tonight and it honestly wasn’t a bad place to camp for the night, it was unanimously decided that you’d be sleeping here. The entire time setting up and making dinner was spent explaining that, yes you and Bronn had been married for quite some time, and yes, the pair of you loved your jobs and understood that sometimes you got a little hard up on the road, so you were fine with sleeping around as long as you weren’t an idiot about it. Then the discussions of where everyone was going came up, and that thoroughly moved the conversation on right up until Brienne asked the question that had probably been bothering her since the moment you fell off your horse.

“Why were you laughing so hard earlier, anyway?”

Just at the reminder, you snorted again. Looking over at your husband, you asked, “You wanna say it or shall I?”

“Considering even I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about . . .”

“Isn’t it obvious? Brienne and I are just the female versions of you two!”

Which took a second for the others to understand, but once it registered . . . Let’s just say there was probably no wildlife within a mile of the little camp after the uproar.

[alice-angel12x]

Naga! BakuDekuShoto X (fem)Mermaid!Reader

Part 2. Here

Y/n is warned to never go near the surface by her pod. She's been going near the surface every night and very early at dawn, sunrise to relax, sing, watch the sunset. Being a mermaid had its many blessing and curses. They were creatures of great beauty and magic, from their beautiful voices to the powerful magic in just a single tear. So naturally, they were secretive creatures.

A great lake deep in the forest of Atigus, a large pod of Merpeople lived in this lake. A lake so deep it could have been mistaken for the deepest part of the ocean. Living so far down in the deeps, they were a bit isolated from the many magical and grand creatures that also inhabit the forest.

Yet Y/n was a curious individual and would swim near the surface, in hopes of seeing another creature. Thought she was smart enough to know that there is one creature that she must avoid at all costs, Man. Yet She would brave the bright surface, and sing out to no one in particular.

One day as she ventured to the surface at sunset, she began to sing into the wind. As she rested on the lake's edge, she suddenly felt a painful sting on her shoulder. Y/n gasped in pain, but her body became so heavy suddenly and lost all control. As she laid there motionless, as she heard the snicker and the strange language of humans.

The humans quickly slumped the unconscious mermaid onto their backs and tried to find their way back to the village. Yet as they walked down the path, they could feel predatory eyes watching them.

As one of the humans looked around, they noticed that special markings were etched into the tree's around them.

"Oh no, we have walked into Naga territory," one of the humans gasped in horror.

As the two trembled, a large shadow engulfed them. The tallest stood up to 9 feet in height, standing above them, while the shortest stood 7 feet. They couldn't begin to fathom how long these nagas could be. These giants glared down at the small humans that had invaded their territory.

Dealing with the humans was simple, yet something did catch one of their eyes. The smaller green naga noticed the abandoned creature on the ground.

"What is that?" The freckled naga wondered.

"It looks like to be a humanoid creature like us," a red and white naga commented as he leaned over the mermaid.

"Yet, it's not. Its scales look strange and its tail is so short, it's the same size as those pathetic humans," The ashy blond Naga scoffed as he picked the mer by her tail.

"K-kacchan! Careful," the green-haired naga gasped.

"Why does it look like part fish?" The red and white naga asked, " You should be careful, Bakugo."

"Whatever, Deku," Bakugo scoffed, as he tossed the body over to green Naga.

"Nice catch Midoriya," The red and white naga commented.

"Thanks, Shoto," Izuku sighed as he got a closer look at the creature.

"So what do you think it is?" Shoto asked.

" It must be some water-faring creature, other than that I'm not sure," Izuku said as he held the mermaid close. " It would be nice to speak to her about it. Maybe I could hold onto her, F-for a  little while."

"Why?" Shoto asked.

"Probably cause this will be the only female that can't walk out on him for better a mate," Bakugo commented.

"I think you may be projecting a little, Bakugo," Shoto commented.

Bakugo scoffed and slithered off somewhere else, as Izuku and Shoto stood in awkward silence.

"S-so does that mean I can? N-Not for the reason that he said!" Izuku said quickly.

"I'd... Certainly hope not," Shoto said simply.

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As Y/n slowly came to her senses, she could feel something odd. As she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed that this body of water was barely deep. Plus something was wrapped around her, it felt strange.

She slowly opened her eyes, to see that the surface of the water was just a foot above her head. And wrapped around her waist was a tail, a snake tail. Y/n tensed slightly, but the creature felt her movement and quickly tightened its hold.

She was suddenly pulled up above the surface and was face to face with a freckly face with forest green eyes.  His eyes were full of wonder and curiosity as he inspected Y/n very closely.

Y/n wanted to scream, yet remained frozen. Not only was she unsure of this creature, but also intimidated by its great size. She never felt so small and helpless.

"what are you? And who are you?" Deku asked as he muttered other questions.

"A-a mermaid, my name is Y/n," Y/n squeaked nervesly.

"Ah, like an Oceanid," Izuku smiled." I-i have to write this down, I have so many questions."

As his tail wraps more around Y/n, she watches as the snake man turns to gather his parchment paper. They were covered in writings and notes about almost anything. Before Y/n could get a grasp of what was happening, she was drowned in the naga's curious questions. He must have not been paying too much attention as he tightened his hold.

"C-can't...Breath," Y/n whimpered as she passed out.

------------- Deku suddenly felt Y/n go slack, he stopped rambling and quickly looked at her.

"AHh! Y/n," Izuku gasped as he quickly placed her back in the small watering hole.

"Oi, killed it already," Bakugo laughed mockingly.

"N-no, Y/n passed out," Izuku said nervesly.

"So what is she?" Shoto asked as he tried to get a better look.

"An Oceanid, but she calls herself a mermaid," Izuku said as he put down his notes.

"Hmm, well what were those humans doing with one?" Shoto asked.

"Probably harvest her for magical properties. If they can't possess magic on their own, then they will take it," Bakugo scoffed simply.

"Well, I'm glad we came across those humans then," Izuku said with a relieved sigh.

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After a couple of weeks, Y/n grew used to Izuku and his curiosity. She would learn many things about him, that he was defiantly a curious Naga and a very emotional one. Will cry a river at any strong emotion he feels. Y/n could only hope that this small pool of water was not his tears. She would learn a bit about his other two companions.

Bakugo is the most prideful and skilled of the three. Always going off how he will be the best and rise the ranks among their kind. Shoto on the other hand seemed very calm out of the three. Almost to the point where he seemed indifferent about everything, though he takes everything very seriously.

Izuku would also learn a lot about her and her home in the great lake. How they knew many great magical treasures and plants within Atigus. It was just so fascinating to him, and it felt so nice to have someone discuss the magical phenomena with him.

As Y/n rested in Izuku's coils, a question came to mind.

"Hey Izuku, you've been so sad as of late. What is making you so sad?" Y/n asked.

"Um, it's a little embarring to talk about, but... The season of union is coming to an end soon. And during this time Nagas begin to pair and bond, and we bond for life. Sadly a girl I had my heart set in already bonded with someone else. So I may just end up being unpair," Izuku explained.

"What about Bakugo and Shoto?" Y/n asked.

"Well, most are annoyed or frightened by him, and would rather stay far away from him. And Shoto, has a bit of a hard time, umm, connecting to others," Izuku said slowly and awkwardly.

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. I can't see why you would not find someone. Your sweet and so kind," Y/n smiled as she rested her harms on his coils.

Izuku's face turned a bright red as his tail tightened slightly. His heart fluttered in his chest as he stared down at his Oceanid friend.

"Y-you really think so?" Izuku mumbled, as his eyes watered.

"Despite your timid nature, you are willing to help though in need. Even if they may not deserve it," Y/n smiled up at him.

"Thank You Y/n," Izuku thanked as he cried waterfalls as hugged Y/n closely.

"Though you can be a bit of a cry baby," Y/n winced as she was drenched in tears.

But he didn't hear the last comment as he hugged her close.

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"Shouldn't you be returning Y/n to the great lake, Surely she would like to return to her home and family," Izuku's friend Iida asked.

As the two patrolled the large Naga territory. Izuku's heart began to thump in his chest in a panic at the thought. The thought had many times came across his mind, but the thought of parting with her. Tore his heart apart.

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"Oh, you're still here?" Shoto asked as he entered the cave.

"Umm, have been for this past Month Shoto," Y/n said as she poked her head above the water.

"Izuku must hold you dearly if he hasn't returned you home yet," Shoto said as he found a comfy spot and laid down.

"Y-you think so?" Y/n asked nervesly.

"Hmm, don't you miss your family? I'm surprised you haven't asked him to return you," Shoto commented.

As Y/n studied him, she could feel something about those words. Like it wasn't just meant for you to answer.

"Are Nagas not close to their parents?" Y/n asked.

"Um, not all, but most," He said with a slightly sad look.

"What about you, if it's not too personal?" Y/n asked.

Shoto stayed silent for a time, as he slowly touched the burn on his face. " I could care less what my father is up to, but I... I do wonder how my mother is doing after she ran away from me and my dad," Shoto said sadly.

"W-why would she do that?" Y/n gasped.

"She said my left side and red scales looked too much like my horrible father. She burned the left side of my face and ran," Shoto answered as he covered his scar. " I was too horrible for her to look at."

Y/n frowned sadly at his story and pulled herself up onto the dry ground. She slowly approached Shoto's tail as she awed at his lovely scales.

"Your white scales shine like pearls, and the red ones look like rubies, your so lovely, Shoto," Y/n said in a soft tone.

Shivers ran up his spine as he felt the warm fingers slide across his scales. His heart pounded in his chest as he slowly coiled his tail around her.

"Y-you couldn't possibly mean that," Shoto said slowly.

"Of course I do. You know if you smiled more, maybe the ladies or gentlemen would flock to you," Y/n smiled.

"Flock? Like... Birds?" Shoto asked, really confused.

"No silly, I mean many would find you more approachable," Y/n laughed.

Her laugh was so small and cute, he could help but tighten his hold on her. He could feel her warmth on his scales as he slowly leaned in closer to her.

"If you're doing what I think you're doing, then you two are disgusting," Said a voice.

The two quickly turned to see Bakugo, who came back from a hunting outing. A large boar was slung over his shoulder as he entered the cave.

"Find a different part of the cave to suck each other's face," Katsuki grumbled.

"Why would we do that?" Shoto asked with pure confusion.

"Cause It's decent," Bakugo growled.

"No, why would we suck each other's faces?" Shoto asked again.

"I'm done with you," Bakugo scoffed.

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Shoto and Izuku had to eventually leave to do a final scout turn, leaving Bakugo and Y/n. Bakugo had no interest in talking to the mermaid and did his own thing, by cooking the boar he caught. Y/n with nothing to do hummed to herself, her voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

"So you were the source of that voice," Bakugo said suddenly.

"Ummm... I was right next to you. How did you not know until now?" Y/n asked with a deadpanned look.

"No, every time around sunset I could hear something in the wind. A voice, singing," Bakugo said simply.

"Oh, I thought I was just singing to myself," Y/n said bashfully.

"More like to the whole forest," Bakugo huffed.

"Was I okay?" Yn asked slowly.

"You were definitely better than those harpies who think they can sing," Bakugo scoffed, turning away to hide his red ears.

"That is so sweet of you to say," Y/n said, slightly touched.

"Tch. Well, I don't really care for the noise of rain, you can keep doing what you were doing," Bakugo said slowly.

Y/n smiled at the tsundere naga and continued her song.

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(3 weeks later)

Y/n and the three nagas grew closer and closer during the 3 weeks. The season of Union was quickly coming to a close, but tensions were high among the three males.

One morning, Shoto had his tail wrapped protectively around Y/n's sleeping form when he heard a soft but challenging hiss. Looking up sightly he could see it was Izuku. Izuku's usual large round pupils were now slits, as his serpentine tongue flicked between his lips.

"Yes, Izuku?" Shoto asked coldly.

"Your turn to patrol soon, maybe you should let her go now," Izuku said as nicely as possible, as he slowly inched closer.

Shoto tensed as Izuku slowly got closer. Shoto's pupils quickly turned to slits as he hissed back. Y/n was unable to sleep through the loud noises coming from the two.

"What's with all the noise," Y/n groaned sleepily, as she untangled herself from Shoto's coils.

"Would you shut it you two," Bakugo growled, as he pulled Y/n's sleepy form closer to him.

"B-bakugo, careful," Izuku hissed.

"I am," Bakugo said simply.

"Don't you both have someplace to be?" Izuku said with a slight hiss.

"W-what are you all fighting about?" Y/n asked, slightly more awake.

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Pt.2 maybe?! I don't know