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specialagentlokitty · 24 days

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Hotch x reader - a criminals obsession

Can you do prompt 76 (from the second prompt list) with Hotch x bau!reader? - Anon💜

76: “How do you get away with all this?” “The key is not to get caught.”

Walking through the hallway of the BAU, you smirked a little at one of the guards that were escorting you, a tight hold of his gun.

“Come on, you don’t have to be so tense.”

“Shut up.” He snapped.

You smirked a little more, turning your attention to the hallway you were walking down, eyes scanning over every single inch of it.

You weren’t going to be able to run out of a federal building and you knew that, but you also knew they wouldn’t shoot you, the guns were just for show.

You were checking out all possible exits you would be able to take, even if you couldn’t get out the building you would still be able to give them a run for their money if you really wanted to.

You were escorted to an interrogation room where your cuffs were secured to the table, the ones around your feet to the ground, and the two guards stood t the back of the room.

You leant back in your chair, tilting your head back so you could look at the ceiling and keep a watch on the two guards to see what they were doing.

You knew when the door was opened, and when a file was placed down.

“You’re a hard person to find (Y/N).”

You smirked a little more, turning your head towards the voice.

“Aaron Hotchner, it’s about time we meet considering the fact we’ve spoke an awful lot.”

He sat down opposite you.

“You managed to evade us for a long time, yet you willingly handed yourself in, requesting to speak to me and only me, why?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe I was bored.”

“I don’t think so, what’s the real reason?”

You gestured with your head towards one of the guards.

“He’s got my phone, take it and get that tech if yours to unlock it, there’s a message or two on there that I think would be intriguing to you.”

Hotch held his hand out as the guard handed your phone over, and he gestured to you.

“Or you could tell me the pin so I could unlock it and make this all a lot easier.”

You hummed a little bit, giving a small shrug.

“You already know one of them.”

“Strauss offered you a position within the BAU, I’m aware, and I don’t agree with it.”

“You don’t think we’d make a good team?”

“You’re a wanted criminal in almost every single state for a long list of reasons.”

You grinned at him.

“Impressive isn’t it?”

Hotch tapped your file.

“How do you get away with all this?”

You winked at him.

“The key is not to get caught.”

“We’re not going to play this game your way, we’re going to play by my rules, which means you’re going to tell me everything you know about our unsub, including the calls you had with him, then you’re going to sit in a cell and wait while I decide what to do with you. If I decide I don’t want you on my team you’ll be sentenced to life without patrol for everything you’ve done.”

You hummed a little, leaning back in your chair, swinging it on two legs as you thought.

After a minute, you slammed the chair back down, placed your hands on the table as you stood up, leaning over it.

The guards trained their guns on you.

You laughed wildly as you realised Hotch hadn’t moved a single muscle, he didn’t even flinch at your movement.

Slowly you sat back down.

“No. We’re not playing my game by your rules Aaron, we’re playing them by mine. I get to join you little band of crime fighters, I give you what you want once I’m sure that I’m not going to be thrown in jail after this.”

“Not happening (Y/N).”

“Then I guess we’re in a stalemate, right? Is that the right term? Maybe I should ask Reid to come in here, I’m sure it’s easy enough to get into his head, maybe he’s watching right now and I can do it through that mirror, or maybe Garcia, I reckon I could get into her head a lot faster.”

“That’s enough.” He warned.

You smirked at him.

He knew what you were doing of course, you were trying to get into his head as well, the easiest way for you to do that was through his team.

You knew that he valued his team and would want to protect them from you and your manipulation tactics, you were good at that.

Hotch stood up, picking up your file and phone.

“I’m going through your phone so whatever is on there I’ll find, which means I don’t actually need your help.”

“Oh you think the messages from your unsub are on there? That’s cute.”

Hotch stopped by the door.

“They’re not on that phone silly, and don’t bother trying to track another to my name because it’s untraceable, and it’s not registered to me.”

He turned around.

“There’s lives at stake and you want to turn it into a game?” He snapped.

“I couldn’t really care less to be honest, do you think I’d have that long list of charges if I did? I may have never directly hurt another person Aaron but I don’t care what happens to people. There’s nothing in it for me if I did.”

Hotch left the room, joining the others in the conference room where there was a live feed from your interrogation room.

He set your file and phone down on the table.

“You think it’s true?” Rossi asked.

“Yes, they have an obsession with me, I was the first one to ever get close enough to catching them.”

He sighed, crossing his arms.

“They’re also not going to willingly give up information without something in return, that’s how they work.”

“So, we have to give them what they want otherwise they won’t help.” Emily muttered.

“Absolutely not.” Hotch replied.

He knew what your game was, you get what you want, they get what they want and you’d go on the run again.

You learn quick, which means you would’ve already thought of ways to cover your traces from them, he could see how smug you were.

You had everything thought out carefully, you would have played every move in your head over and over until you found the right ones.

Everything you did was calculated to tip the balance in your favour.

And what he didn’t know was that he was actually playing straight into your hands, you had already planned out every possible scenario when you handed yourself in.

You were counting down the minutes until he returned to tell you he was going to have you sent to trail, and that’s exactly what you wanted to happen.

He knew you didn’t care what you had to do, or who you had to put in harms way to get what you wanted, because you loved the game of cat and mouse you had been playing.

You tilted your head back, looking towards one of the guards.

“I think it’s time up. Don’t you?”

The other guard spun around, a loud shot echoing the room, and you stood up, dropping the cuffs that had been unlocked when you were first sat down.

The guard opened the door, and you turned to the camera, giving a small salute as you followed your helper down the hallways as alarms blasted through the building.

At the stairwell, you were handed another phone and you turned to Hotch who was aiming his gun at you.

“Me or your unsub, pick wisely now.”

You tossed the phone, slamming the door shut behind you as you ran down the stairs with a wild laugh.

Oh you really did love the chase

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savannahsdeath · 4 months

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thinking about dealer!ellie, but not the college-little one . . . one, that an innocent girl like you sees on a dark alley and she can't help but instinctively start walking faster. yet, it turns out, she's really a sweetheart when you give her a chance <3

warnings: daddy issues kinda ?? ellie can seem creepy at first but i swear she's not .. thats all for now

you explored the darkest part of the city, the moonlight not brightening your way at all. you felt lost.

you always defined yourself as fatherless, it was the easiest way to explain the lack of a parent — people thought he died and didn't pursue the topic. after some time passed, you started believing your own lie. deep down, in a strangled part of your brain, you knew he's alive and well. but on the other hand, he wasn't — not for you, not in your life. why would he matter?

until he contacted you. he didn't show up in person, what at first made you think that he's... well, a pussy. but you soon realised it's actually analytical and mindful of him. you could act on impulse, say or do something bad. seeing him for the first time won't be easy. he gave you some time to think, so your emotions didn't get between both of you, and couldn't ruin your relationship from the beginning.

but he could at least leave you his phone number instead of the most complicated address, consisting of, not to be dramatic but, like a hundred numbers.

"can i help you?" you heard a feminine, yet hard and raspy voice.

the unforeseen sound made you jump, your heart beating like a little bird trapped in a cage, trying to get out of your chest. you couldn't let her notice how scared you were, though. you crumpled the letter in your sweaty hand. the yellowish paper felt humid, probably soaking wet from your moist skin.

"i don't think so." your voice trembled with the first vowel but you managed to regain your unbothered, callous posture right after.

"this..." she gestured at the ground and area around you — dark buildings that looked empty, yet you felt watched, in plain sight. "this is a bad place for girls like you."

you nervously cleared your throat, deciding to ignore her opinion, and continued on walking. but you could still hear her echoing footsteps.

"i think that— you shouldn't be there. and you don't want to be there." she crossed her arms.

once you gave up and turned around, you were left surprised by how pretty she was. your expectations were— well, on a way lower level. she looked masculine and you could see the curves of her muscles through her clothes, yet you weren't feeling precarious nor apprehensive by her presence anymore.

"actually," she continued, "i know that. it's painted all over your face. one glance in your direction and i already sense the discomfort."

you sharply inhaled, the air hissing in your nostrils as you mumbled an annoyed "god" under your breath. "are you always like that?"

"no." she shook her head and pursed her lips in a thin line, before realising what you meant and chuckling. "not at all. but you should be fuckin' thankful." she untangled her arms and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "c'mon, what are you looking for?"

you pinched your nose bridge and closed your eyes with a huff, because why did she have to be so damn persistent and perpetual? but she seemed able to help you, so in a slightly complaining—dissenting tone you murmured your father's name.

and her stubborn smirk faded, her gaze shifted between you and the letter in your hand. "who are you?" she asked, emphasizing each syllable, as if she was talking to a child.

you were dubious and skeptical on what you should say nor should you admit the truth, you just shrugged. a hesitant, mistrustful raise of your shoulders, which even deepened the girl's frown, knitting her eyebrows together. "i dunno..."

"you can't be a sluuu— sorry, a prostitute" she thought aloud, actually considering this option.

"why?" your expression glowered as you scowled. oh, so your father is associated with call girls, how nice! "don't answer. whatever. just— take me to him."

"i can't." she defensively raised her hands. "you could be a... fuck, i don't know, a spy or something!"

"don't be stupid" you scoffed and couldn't help but roll your eyes. "i'm his daughter."

she gulped and her eyes widened. "daughter?..."

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PART 2 IS OUT !!

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rebelliousstories · 1 day

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Not Like The Movies

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Violence

Word Count: 1,688

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Summary: How Cooper got landed with someone of her sunny disposition, he will never now. And it does not help that she knows his films.

“Good morning, you cutie. Oh who’s the best little girl ever?” A feminine voice brought Cooper out of his deep slumber. His eyes had to adjust to the bright light outside that flooded the building they had stayed the night in. He looked around for the source of the noise and was relieved to see it was just his partner playing with DogMeat. The man sat up from the bed that was miraculously in the building that probably used to be someone’s house and began to roll the sleep from his muscles and bones.

“Well, good morning to you, cowpoke.” She greeted, allowing the dog to roam around wherever she pleased.

“Mornin’ sweetheart. Whatcha doin’ up this early?” He asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His boots hit the floor right next to where his partner was, as she sat up on her knees to pull him in close. Physical affection was something Cooper was still not used to after all this time, but he was slowly coming around to it. All of the affection happened behind closed doors, or in this case, a closed house. He still had an image to maintain after all.

“Couldn’t sleep, so I spent some time with Bella.” She said cheerfully into his chest. Cooper just sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“Don’t go naming the thing. Then you’ll get too attached and then you’ll be depressed when it dies.” He groaned out, shifting their bodies so their eyes met.

“But she can’t be named ‘DogMeat’. That’s not a proper name,” came her cry. She laid on the puppy eyes really thick.

“DogMeat is a proper name because that’s what it is.” He argued back, tilting her head up by her chin.

“Fine,” she relented, and smushed her face back into his chest. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Well, gotta head into town now. Stock up on some supplies, gather a new bounty hopefully.” Cooper pressed a kiss to her hair, and shuffled so that he could pull both of them up to stand.

“You gonna behave when we get into town?” He drawled, voice leaning into dangerous territory. His partner giggled and nodded her head.

“Of course, Coop. When am I not?” She inquired, biting her lower lip. That woman knew the easiest way to get Cooper riled up was to do just that motion right there. Because, in an instant, his eyes were locked on to her lips.

“What about back in Filly where you kept smilin’ at folks, leaving me to save you from someone’s fist in your face? Huh?” Howard recalled, watching her shift in his arms as she, too, recounted their last adventure into town.

“How was I supposed to know?” Her whimper made Cooper weak, but he had a job to do today.

“Just tone down the sun a little bit, alright? Maybe a nice cloudy day instead of bright ass sunshine.” He offered, bringing her face back up to his. She nodded and stood on her toes to reach his face. Cooperate, ever the gentleman, met her halfway and locked their lips together. They moved as one, letting their lips slide across the other’s. Hands roamed freely, and it was starting to look like they were not going to be making it to town soon. That is, of course, until DogMeat came back in the room with a dead iguana in her mouth. She dropped it on the floor, and pawed at the man and woman who were locked in their embrace. The Ghoul groaned as his partner detached them in favor of tending to the dog he claimed he did not want.

“Good girl. Such a good hunter.” The baby voice was back. Seeing that the dog was getting the attention now, Cooper moved to grab all of his effects from where they were strewn about the room. His duster sat upon his shoulders, while his hat found its spot on his scarred head.

“Come on. Let’s get goin’.” He stated definitely. His saddle bag was slung across his shoulder, and his hand helped navigate his partner through the abandoned house.

They began their trek into town, which thankfully was not too long of a walk. DogMeat followed on the other side of Cooper, hot on his heels. He kept his eyes peeled as they drew further and further into the town. There was a pharmacy, a trader’s hut, several food stalls, and even a mechanics repair shop. Plenty for the two of them. Turning to his partner, he passed her some caps and pointed towards a couple stalls.

“Go get you some dried meat, and get a box of ammunition. Don’t smile so much, alright?” Cooper stressed. She nodded in return and patted his arm as she left with DogMeat.

The Ghoul made his way into the trader’s hut first to find a new bounty that was around. Thankfully, the woman behind the counter had one, and it was simple enough. Someone had not paid her what she was owed, and now she had a hat out on the man. He accepted half of the caps upfront, before moving on to the pharmacy next door. Cooper’s eyes caught his partner and DogMeat traversing the stalls, already having several pouches of meat in her bag.

Which is why he was not afraid to leave her alone while he took his time getting his chems from the pharmacy. Being a ghoul certainly had its drawbacks; the stares, reputation, and fear. But it also held some positives; the stares, reputation, and fear. It certainly helped when acquiring what he needed for a reasonable price. A commotion caught his ears from outside, but he was not afraid that it was his partner.

Until he stepped outside. Cooper saw his partner being crowded against a pile of sheet metal while DogMeat kept barking up a fuss. The dog ran over immediately to the man and began to drag him by his duster over to the woman.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t play hard to get.” Some man crept into her space, making her cower down even further. Based on what he could see, and the description the trader gave, this must have been the bounty. She did mention that he tended to go where he pleased like he owned it all.

“Please. Let me go.” She whimpered. Her voice was full of fear and worry, and Cooper was not about to let that stand.

“Everyone’s got a price. I can pay whatever your price is.” He continued, placing his hand on the woman’s waist.

“I do believe the lady asked you to let her go.” Cooper finally made his way over. The man turned around, and smiled with blackened teeth.

“Don’t worry, Ghoul. Once I’m done with her, I’m sure you can have a turn. Certainly don’t wanna do it the other way around.” He laughed, as if what he said was the funniest thing in the world. Cooper began to chuckle lowly as he peeked his eyes out from the lip of his hat. Catching his partner’s eyes, she felt relief as she saw her savior in western gear.

“See, she might be bein’ nice and askin’ you to let her go. But I ain’t that nice. So now I’m tellin’ you to let her go. Now.” Cooper growled, feeling his patience wear thin.

“Or what, Ghoul?” The man never got to hear another response. In a flash, Howard had aimed his gun and fired on his legs. Blowing both of them off, the not-so-tough man now crumbled to the ground, screaming and crying, pleading for the ghoul to have mercy on him.

“Well, ain’t that some shit.” The Ghoul growled, tying a rope around the torso of the man, and began to drag him to the trader’s hut. He focused on the task at hand, knowing that DogMeat would take care of anyone else that had dared get close to her owner.

Walking out of the trader’s hut, Cooper’s eyes scanned the town as he tried to find her partner. He found her, hugging her lugs, stuck in the same place that she was being held. DogMeat was chowing down on the legs that were left. His pocket felt heavy with the weight of the caps, but all that mattered now was taking care of her.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” Howard held a hand out for her to grab onto, and she did. Eagerly shoving her face into his chest and letting out a shaky breath as she processed the events that had just unfolded.

“I’m good. Can we go please?” Her words were muffled in his shirt, but he understood them plenty. Calling for DogMeat, Cooper led the three of them out of the town and into somewhere more secluded. Once they were there, tears fell from her eyes as the weight of what happened fully caught up to her. He set her down on something resembling a chair, and squatted down in front to check her over.

“You saved me.” She whispered, letting her partner do what he needed to do.

“Course I did. What’d you expect? Me to leave you with that man?” He countered with a ridiculous tone.

“It’s like one of your old sheriff films.” Her giggles matched his groan as he dropped his head.

“This ain’t the movies, darlin’.” Cooper looked up at her.

“It’s kinda like the movies.” She replied, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to bring him in close.

“I can always take you back to that town and leave you there.” He stated in her shoulder. She giggled again.

“That’s not very sheriff-y of you.” Every time he thought he had won, she proved him wrong.

“Alright,” he stood up and took her with him, “let’s get moving. Maybe if we’re lucky we can find another house to sleep in.”

“Ooo, do you think we could find one with a television and a few films?” She teased, already walking off away from town. Cooper groaned, but caught up to her and kept her underneath his arm as they walked away from that town.

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honeytonedhottie · 4 days

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lets get jacked, manifesting challenge⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🗒️

this is a manifestation challenge to strengthen ur mind and ur mastery of manifestation. its mainly an affirmations challenge so if ur into that kind of stuff then great, but if any of this feels limiting to u then just take what resonates and leave the rest.

THE CHALLENGE OBJECTIVE ;

the objective of this challenge as mentioned before is to strengthen ur mind and to simplify manifestation for u, by building up ur repetition and persistence game just as though u were building up a muscle.

GETTING UR REPS IN ;

i want u to download an affirmations counter app where u can keep track of how much u consciously affirm. choose a set amount of affirmations that would equal a rep and keep track of how many reps u do daily.

set a goal for a minimum amount of reps that u wanna do in that day and see if u can meet those goals/exceed them. for me, 100 affs were equal to 1 rep.

MENTAL DIET ASPECT ;

if ur into body building at all u know that its not only the reps that u do that get u the physique u want, but also the diet so lets talk mental diet.

the strictness of ur mental diet all depends on u and ur circumstances and capacities so take my word with a grain of salt but me personally, i recommend a stricter mental diet.

i've already gone in depth about mental diets in this post right here so if u haven't already read that i recommend u should. for this challenge tho i recommend a strict mental diet and consciousness towards ur thoughts.

THE THOUGHT BEHIND THIS CHALLENGE ;

the idea behind this challenge is just to simplify manifestation bcuz a lot of the time we overcomplicate it for ourselves or we consume content that does so when in reality the easiest thing to do (at least in my experience) is to affirm.

i got inspiration for this post from @esotericc-angel's post about the easiest way to manifest and it rly encouraged me so i recommend reading that post and doing this challenge. i'd love if u reblogged this post with results from the challenge to encourage and uplift others in the loa community and as always, HAPPY MANIFESTING GIRLIES ✨

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bubblegumspacebxtch · 1 year

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You Shouldn't

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Joel knows you shouldn't love him and if hurting you is the only way for you to stop, then so be it.

Warnings || angst, injury (stab wound), mentions of smut, Joel is a bit mean here, reader is called sweetheart, use of Y/N only once

A/N: lt's been a hot minute since I wrote anything on here but I really wanted to write Joel Miller angst so here's that. I have fallen down the TLOU rabbit hole and am currently obsessed with this grumpy old man I call daddy. Will write a part two for this one shot because though I love me good angst, I'm a sucker for happy endings. Enjoy!!

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Joel swore time stood still the moment those words left your lips. Suddenly the room felt stuffy, every muscle in his body aching to just run and avoid having the inevitable conversation before him.

"Because I love you, Joel..."

Joel looked away but you wouldn't break eye contact, even if it was just the side of his face. You knew the timing of your confession couldn't have been worse, but your heart needed to get it out now.

You and Joel had spent the last three years together, and for the last few months, you both crossed a line by sleeping with each other. It was supposed to be just sex, a way to meet a basic human need that, for the longest time, felt like a luxury. The set boundaries were clear.

"This is just for us to both feel good, alright sweetheart?"

You were adults who understood what the arrangement was, but no matter what state of mind you tried to keep, your heart simply could not be taught. When the three of you had settled in Jackson, it had became even harder to deny the want that kept simmering inside you.

As your found family fell into a rhythm the longer you stayed within the walls of the community, your fantasies of having an actual life with Joel and Ellie grew too. The last years have been about surviving, but now you felt like you could finally start to build a life with the only two people left in the world you'd give anything and everything up for.

It was normal for you to wait up for Joel when he was out on patrol. Despite his insistence that it wasn't necessary, your worries would not let you sleep a wink without knowing he was safe. The sound of the clock felt louder every second you stared at the front door from where you sat on the couch. Ellie offered to keep you company, but as her yawns became more frequent, it didn't take much convincing for her to retire to her own room after she had bid you goodnight.

Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy too, having spent the whole day in the garden harvesting the produce. A few more minutes pass and the sounds of footsteps on the porch made the clouds of sleep in your head clear. Before the door was even open, you were already walking to greet Joel.

The slump of his shoulders and heavy steps were enough to tell you it hadn't been the easiest patrol shift, but it was the dark patch of dried blood on his shirt that had caught your attention. The sight caused your stomach to twist, mind filling with worry over his obvious injury.

"Joel... what happened?"

At the sound of your voice, it was instinct for Joel to always find where it was coming from. Looking up at you, your eyes were soft, but the small frown marring your features told Joel your thoughts were running a mile a minute already.

"It's nothing."

The tall man tried his hardest to walk straight to the kitchen, fighting the urge to clutch his aching side. The pads of your feet against the floor meant you were close behind and Joel braced himself for he knew you were not about to let the coming conversation go.

"Joel, it's not nothing. You're bleeding. Let me take-"

"Sweetheart, I'm telling you, it's just a cut. I can handle it."

You offered nothing in reply but to let out a disappointed sigh before opening the cabinet with the medical supplies. Joel watched you move around, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile as he took in your small frame dwarfed by the old shirt of his you wore.

"Joel, sit down. Please."

You gestured to the dining room chairs and Joel still had some fight left in him, but the pleading look you sent his way kept him quiet. Joel would do anything for you, something the both of you knew for sure.

The walk to the dining area was short but Joel's discomfort was obvious. The quiet grunt he let out as he sat didn't get passed you. Lifting his shirt, your gasp was instantaneous as you stared at an obvious stab wound. You fought the urge to tell Joel off for passing the puncture as a simple cut as you grabbed disinfectant to clean the tear in his skin.

Joel let you work on his wound in peace. He knew you were worried, but you weren't above nagging him for being stubborn and always denying help. He looked at you like how he always has, with all the love and adoration he thinks he can no longer really give.

"Joel, you can't keep downplaying situations like this. You're hurt and this is a serious injury. I-I know you don't want me to worry, but I want to help you..."

The frustration in your words was palpable. Tension begun to set in between you two. It was becoming clear that this issue was something that needed to be discussed. Joel always had to appear like he couldn't get hurt, that he could hold his own and that he didn't need anyone. You on the other hand would bend over backwards for him. You desperately needed to show him how he didn't have to do everything alone, he has you.

But Joel was many things, one of them being stubborn as a mule. He knew you cared for him, but he refused to acknowledge what that meant. The hardened man would not entertain even the slightest idea that your concern for him may come from a place of love.

"I don't really know why you care so much, sweetheart. I've told you a hundred times, I can handle myself. Don't have to get so worked up over me."

"Because I love you, Joel..."

You couldn't love him. You shouldn't. He was old and Joel believed he was a reflection of everything wrong with the world. You, however, are a beacon of hope. Joel had watched you lighten the heart of everyone you had met, especially Ellie.

You were young and vibrant, despite having grown up in apocalyptic times. You too had lost everything, but unlike Joel, you always found the means to go on. Ellie and him loved your spirit. The younger girl had once jokingly said you were the sun itself, and Joel immediately understood what she meant. You were warmth in every sense of the word.

He didn't deserve you. Joel knew he couldn't have you, and even if you wanted him, he shouldn't. Joel was convinced he'd ruin you, let you down and loose you. It was easier to pretend he could no longer love like he once had. But you wouldn't let him.

For the past years you've been together, you wouldn't allow Joel to believe he didn't deserve good things. You'd try your hardest to show him you would not have anyone else but him, that you'd offer your heart for his a million times over.

The silence had caused a lump to form in your throat. You knew Joel took his time with processing emotions, but his lack of a response hurt you nonetheless. Before you knew it, he was pulling away.

He pushed backwards the chair he sat on, causing the legs to screech against the floor. The sound had made you visibly cringe and your mind was scrambling for a way to diffuse the situation.

"I know we agreed there shouldn't be any feelings involved but-"

"Exactly. We agreed that we were just hooking up. You can't go dumping your feelings on me like that."

"Joel, I-I have loved you almost as long as I've known you. Long before this arrangement even began. I-"

"Yeah... well you shouldn't. Don't be stupid, Y/N."

Joel abruptly stood up to leave before making his way to the front door. He could feel your stare as he paused in front of the door. Like a real glutton for punishment, he turned to look back at you. The tears had already began to run down your cheeks. Joel felt like his chest would implode seeing you so distraught, but his heart could not stop his mind nor his mouth.

"I can't be here right now."

And just like that, he's out the door and on to the street, making his way to Tommy's. As if hurting you wasn't punishment enough, your cries were the last thing he hears before closing the door and leaving.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller angst #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #the last of us #joel miller imagine #joel miller drabble #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

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'I Want To Know Every Inch Of You' Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

♡ thank you @/candied-boys for sharing the story ♡

I was asked by Victor to take the body measurements of the members of Crown for health management purposes and examination—.

The first person I went to was Ellis because he was the easiest to request the favour from, and I was right.

He was very cooperative, and so I was able to quickly take his body measurements.

Kate: Thank you for cooperating, Ellis. I’m done measuring your upper body.

Ellis: That’s great. By the way, Kate, there’s something that's been bothering me…

Ellis: Can you lend me your hand for a little while?

Kate: …? Sure, here you go.

As I wondered what Ellis was going to do, his hand overlapped with mine—

Ellis guided my hand to his chest that was exposed for me to measure… and placed it against his bare skin.

Ellis: … You’re welcome to touch my body if you’re interested in it.

Kate: Huh!? W-Why…

Ellis: Because I noticed that you kept staring at my chest while measuring it… or was I mistaken?

Kate: You’re… not.

Ellis appeared to have a slender build with his clothes on, but when he removed them, his body was surprisingly manly—

While earnestly taking his measurements, I couldn't help admiring his thick chest and defined abdominal muscles.

(I was pretending to be calm, but he caught me… This is embarrassing…)

Ellis: Go ahead, you can touch me as much as you like.

Kate: E-Even if you say to go ahead…

Kate: Wow, amazing…!

(But I still think that letting someone touch your skin is something to be more reluctant about…)

(Is Ellis used to being touched…?)

It was a brief moment of enjoyment. My heart started fluttering at how defenceless Ellis was as he let me touch him unhesitatingly.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

Kate: Do you… let anyone do this as long as they ask to?

I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth.

I knew that Ellis was kind towards everyone, and yet my words sounded like I was reproaching him.

Ellis: …

Ellis: … It’s okay. I’ve never done anything that will worry you.

His response was vague, it seemed like he was answering my question but at the same time not really.

I noticed that he paused before responding.

(What sort of things would “worry me”? I was only kind of wondering if he had let people touch him…)

These little things Ellis said and did left an uneasy feeling in my heart, like sediments that had yet to settle down.

(I don’t have a reason to be feeling this way, so why am I…)

Ellis: If you’re still bothered by it… do you want to touch somewhere else?

Ellis: … This place is somewhere I really have never let anyone see or touch.

Ellis: It’s special for you, Kate.

Kate: Wha…

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that had been touching his chest moved down his abdomen and stopped at… his waist.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Here, no one has ever touched me here and below.

Kate: U-Uhm… normally, this isn’t somewhere you should let just anyone touch, you know?

Ellis: What do you want to do, Kate?

Ellis: I want you to do what you want, instead of what’s considered normal or commonly done.

Ellis: I’m always thinking about how to make you happy.

Even though that was how Ellis felt about everyone, I was the only person in his eyes right now.

Kate: I…

(... If there’s anywhere on Ellis’ body that only I’m allowed to touch, then I want to touch it.)

The word “special” sounded so sweet to hear, it made me forget all about my previous response.

Ellis: … Do as you like.

At last, I gave him a small nod.

Ellis: We can take it slow. Let’s start with… the first joint of your fingers.

Was Ellis pulling my hand or was I doing it on my own? I didn't know that anymore.

It felt like a dream, like I was outside of reality, my fingers went under his bottoms.

Ellis: The second joint…

My fingers advancing into his bottoms felt his rough skin. It was hot and moist.

Ellis: Mm. … Fufu, got to the base of your fingers already?

Ellis smiled like a mischievous child who had played a succession prank.

Despite his innocence, it felt like I was doing something wrong… it scared me.

Kate: Um, I…

I came back to my senses and withdrew my fingers, lightly grazing against Ellis’ deepest part. (ahem)

Ellis: Nngh…

(...!)

Ellis: Sorry… I made a weird noise because it tickles.

Kate: I-It’s fine…

The small noise Ellis made was stuck in my ears.

(I’m the only one who can touch him here…)

(Was that cute noise he made just now only for me?)

I couldn't get it out of my mind, I wanted to touch him and hear it again.

(But if I go any further…)

Ellis: … If it’s good with you, touch me more.

Ellis took my hesitant hand and let me touch it again through his bottoms.

The part I touched was hot and needy, I gasped.

Ellis: Because it became like this… I want you to help me.

Kate: B-But… I’m in the middle of… taking your body measurements…

I remembered what the initial purpose of me being there was, and spoke in a voice that trailed off.

Ellis: Then… can you check here with your hands too? It won’t be a problem if it's for measuring, right?

Kate: … G-Got it.

(This is just an additional part of body measurements, just in case…)

Like a butterfly drawn to sweet flower nectar, I slid my hands under his bottoms again.

Ellis: … Haah…

I watched him while stroking it slowly, Ellis let out a hot frustrated sigh.

Ellis: K-Kate…

(... I’m strange. I can’t stop watching him.)

He looked so lovely and adorable losing his composure because of my hand, I wanted to see even more of it.

Driven by an urge to keep going, I varied the amount of strength exerted by my fingers to pleasure him.

Ellis: … ggh

Kate: Here…?

Ellis: Nn… so good…

Ellis bucked his hips slowly, rubbing himself against my hand.

It made me happy knowing that I wasn't the only one who wanted it.

(... I want to give him even more pleasure with my hands.)

It started out with only my fingers, so I went on to wrap my entire palm around his shaft and continued pleasuring him.

Ellis: …!

Kate: S-Sorry. Am I using too much force…?

Ellis: No… it's okay, it just feels so good.

Ellis: You can touch it however you like. … My “here” is exclusively for you, Kate.

(Exclusive for me…)

The fog I felt in my heart at the thought of Ellis letting someone else touch him cleared up.

(That’s right… I want to monopolise Ellis. I want him all to myself, and only myself.)

(I don't want to let anyone else see and touch him…)

I finally knew exactly what I was feeling, and so there was only one thing left for me to do.

As long as time permitted, I continued touching Ellis where only I was allowed to, and watched as he took shallow breaths.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil collection event #ellis twilight

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 5 months

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The first pokemon I got really attached to was Shinx. Would Shinx be a good pet?

Shinxes are surprisingly (at least to me) a fairly good candidate for pethood. Like many, if not most, electric-type pokémon, there’s some definite safety concerns when it comes to shinxes, but their friendly demeanor and small size bring up their score to a B rank.

Shinxes are small, social critters (Shield). They are not particularly violent, much preferring to distract and flee from threats rather than fighting them (Diamond). I will point out, however, that shinxes are pretty rough-and-tumble. Shinxes are playful and energetic (pun intended). Shinxes with the ability Rivalry may be more likely to wrestle with other pokémon of the same gender, which can become dangerous for pokémon without the immunities to electricity that shinxes have.

Speaking of electricity: being electric-type pokémon, shinxes of course have the ability to generate and use electricity as a result of their peculiar biology. Shinxes have evolved to have a muscle-based system in their forelegs that can generate an electric charge that is used for multiple purposes (Pearl, Platinum). When a shinx has built up a lot of electric charge, they will tremble excitedly (Shield). The primary use shinxes have for this electric charge is self-defense. When shinxes feel threatened, their fluffy fur begins to glow brilliantly to momentarily blind and disorient enemies (Diamond). Similarly using the glow of their charged-up fur, shinxes use flashes of light to communicate with other members of the species (Shield).

Now, interestingly, it seems like shinxes have control over their electric charge; while their glowing threat response may be instinctual, we don’t see shinxes wildly discharging electricity outside of their control. That being said, they likely need to discharge somehow, unless they are able to generate infinite amounts of energy without discomfort.

Of course, shinxes can use the electric charge they build up in their legs to perform a variety of dangerous moves. While moves like Wild Charge and Crunch allow shinxes to deal a lot of straightforward damage to foes, they can also use many moves to insight paralysis, which is, needless to say, pretty dangerous depending on the context. So, think about what we’ve covered so far: shinxes are playful creatures that build up a lot of charge by running around and playing. Even if your shinx is well trained and doesn’t attack people with the intention of harming them, playing with a shinx can be rather hazardous alone. Caring for a shinx would require finding safe ways for your pet to discharge the electricity that they build up. It would be smart to invest in toys that can absorb electricity to keep your shinx’s charge low.

While caring for one may not be the easiest, shinxes would certainly not make the worst pets! If you are really determined to adopt one, it wouldn’t be too hard to make it work. Just make sure you know what you’re getting into!

#pokémon #pokemon #shinx #pkmn irl #PR-B

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✨Inspiration Saturday ✨

The Buddie road trip AU was partly inspired by a few cross US road trips I’ve been on (I've spent way too much time driving across the US or up and down it and seen a lot of goofy and delightful stuff). These are some of my photos from those trips. I love a roadside attraction so much and I think it's a fun way to road trip.

“Let’s skip the tour and just walk around outside for a bit,” Buck decided for them as they walked toward the building and Eddie was grateful. “This is pretty cool,” Eddie said, nodding toward the arch. It was relatively new, built in the late 90s according to the free pamphlet he’d grabbed. “Hey Eddie?” “Yeah?” Eddie stopped and leaned against the building to face Buck. “Why don’t you let yourself want things?” “I thought I was getting better at it,” Eddie said and it was true. He was getting better at it, but only about little things. He let himself drive the extra five minutes for his favorite cup of coffee in L.A. He let himself look at Buck more than he used to now that he was single again. “But I think I just haven’t in so long that it’s hard to rebuild that muscle.” “What do you want, Eddie?” Buck asked him, his voice more intense than Eddie expected. “I want Chris to be happy,” He said, because that was the easiest answer in the world. That’s all he’d wanted since the moment he found out Shannon was pregnant. “Eddie, I’ve known you for over a decade and almost every choice you’ve made has been for Christopher. What do you want?” Buck’s face was half in the shadow of the massive roadside archway, his eyes squinted against the bright sun that made the other side of his face look like he was glowing. “You. I want you. I think I’ve wanted you for a really long time,” Eddie said in a rush, like if he didn’t get the words out now he never would.

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As always, no pressure! I'm tagging - @honestlydarkprincess @daffi-990@spotsandsocks @wikiangela @devirnis @cal-daisies-and-briars @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @loserdiaz @eddiebuckley-diaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbuckbuckley-diaz @ladydorian05 @thewolvesof1998 @rosieposiepuddingnpie @wildlife4life @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @butchdiaz @911-on-abc @rainbow-nerdss @jeeyuns @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @organizedstardust @puppyboybuckley @underwater-ninja-13 @jesuisici33 @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @actualalligator @acountrygirlsfun @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming

#Buddie #buddie WIP #WIP: Buddie road trip #inspiration saturday #I love road trips okay???#and i love a deep conversation at a road side attraction #this is actually kind of inspired by a conversation I had on one of my road trips #not a love confession but a really deep conversation about what my friend and I wanted in life under that giant peach lol

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Shimmer, Plants, and Firelights: Is the Firelights' Tree HQ being Sustained with Shimmer?

One of the most impressive things about Ekko's community, the Firelights, is that they were able to build a real home for one other another against the brutal struggle to survive that the Undercity has been caught in for centuries. Arcane best shows the Firelights' success in community in their ability to build and manage a green community. In the Undercity, a place of Iron and Glass, where plants and clean air are such luxuries that they count as status symbols, the Firelights are practically bathed in it in their Treehouse HQ. But then when I rewatched the series, I remembered Ekko said they FOUND this tree. The Firelights didn't grow it from seed to massive old growth themselves (especially if the timeskip was just 6-7 yrs at most), they certainly cultivated it in a way that allowed the tree to support itself and them too. After finishing Arcane it was so easy to firmly associate successful plant cultivation and the hope it brings for the Undercity with the Firelights, to where I had forgotten that the plants do grow in the Undercity.

The first time we see plant life in the Undercity is at the Crab Palace, better known as the Cannery. Through the cracks in the ground are leafy ferns (I think they're ferns) and generally very healthy looking weeds. At first I'd assumed maybe this area was in a slightly less polluted area in the Undercity, but it's literally by the place Silco was drowned. The place where the river is so toxic it eats muscle tissue. And yet, in the light of day plants grow. In fact, even underwater vegetation seems to be able to grow too. And everytime we see an instance of vegetation growing and surviving in the Undercity, there is always a source of Shimmer and/or Shimmer production nearby.

In the Cannery we can see the literal veins of Shimmer (Void Veins?), act as a medium that allows plant growth.

In the time it took for the sun to set on 2nd episode we can see that even more fern saplings are growing on and around the Void Veins.

In Singed's cave where he is cultivating Rio, the mutation related to Shimmer's production the cave is filled with bioluminescent plant life. I don't know if this a normal plant in League of Legends, but in the real world there are no naturally occurring plants that actively glow in the dark. Not only do they exist in a cave system that's fed with water visibly polluted with visible chemical runoff they manage to grow in decent looking clusters with limited light.

Later in the season, Viktor's experiments with the hexcore show that the Void is capable of stimulating the growth organic life and Shimmer may be the key to maintaining it.

By the end of the season, Shimmer production is shown in a very controlled environment like the factory where plant life would be weeded out to avoid accidents and prevent damage to machinery. When the show reaches the Firelights' HQ, audience members like myself already forgot Shimmer's association with plant life. But looking back, it seems few requirements are needed for Shimmer to make plants grow. All the plants probably needed was light, moisture, and a healthy supply of Shimmer.

It makes sense that the Firelights' treehouse was able to grow so large and grand in a place like the Undercity with the help of Shimmer. Shimmer is a literal magic wonder drug (a super steriod) for humans, and magic doesn't need to understand basics of biochemistry, it's the Void. The real question is where is the source that's feeding the tree? The easiest answer could be that Silco dumps subpar quality Shimmer around the area, maybe the batches aren't strong enough but inadvertently make good fertilizer. The more worrying answer is that the Void Veins over the years have dug deeper into the Undercity than anyone, except maybe Singed thought was possible.

No matter the answer, if it's true the tree was only able to survive before the Firelights reached it would be devastatingly ironic for Ekko and his group. Shimmer, the drug that elevated their enemy and upended their lives also made their home possible. It could be an opportunity to look once again at the nuances of Shimmer's applications once more, especially as previously the Firelights and now Piltover are hellbent on destroying it. But it also makes their home an even bigger target.

Somewhere there is a reserve of Shimmer sustaining the Firelights' tree in a time where production in its industry has been effectively shut down. They are possibly living on an extremely flammable gold mine. The gold mine may or may not be closely psychically conected to other Void-connected transmutated people like Jinx and Viktor. It also doesn't help that Piltover's quick to storm in first and ask questions later in high tension situations.

#arcane #ekko arcane #silco #ekko #singed arcane #viktor arcane #firelights arcane #arcane season 2 speculation #season 2 is gonna be tough on the firelights especially ekko #they all looked a little too happy at the end of the season #also I'm pretty sure we're going to have a flashback of Heimerdinger’s village burning so thatt #that'll be a tough parallel #a bunch if things are gonna go wrong for them #i have more to say #arcane speculation #arcane meta #the firelights

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Operation Apollo | 0.2 | Jake Seresin x Reader AU

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst + eventual smut , minors dni

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Jake wakes up too warm. The entire house is air conditioned, but it isn't the heat that left Jake sweating. Jake sighs softly as he's thrust violently into consciousness. He sits up halfway.

He breathes softly through his nose and turns his head side to side. His body is stiff. At his last physical they said that the reason his muscles hurt when he wakes up is because he's too tense when he sleeps.

Jake knows that. He has to unclench his fists from the sheets now that he's awake.

The digital alarms clock on his bedside table tells him it's five. He should probably try to go back to sleep for an hour, he knows it's going to be a big day.

He settles back down into his bed, letting his head hit the pillows. It's an expensive bed. You can tell by looking at it, feeling it is another story entirely. It feels like it should cost as much as it probably did. And Jake still can't sleep.

This time yesterday he was already at the hardware store. He can't do that again today. He needs to be alert for your appointment.

Jake shifts his position, breathing deeply to try to get himself to fall back asleep. He tells himself it’s the time difference. It’s already seven back home, so he would usually be waking up.

Jake tosses and turns for a while. Maybe five minutes. He gives up and grabs his phone from the nightstand. He always used to google his old boss every morning, check the news and make sure she wasn’t in it.

He hasn’t done that yet here.

There’s plenty of content when Jake searches your name. It makes sense kids of presidents are always interesting to the public — like animals in a zoo. There are pictures of you as a child, before your father’s election. Middle school. High school. There are plenty of pictures of your time at college. Not one incriminating picture.

Not one picture of underage drinking, dresses that are too short. No pictures of you kissing boys. Your image is perfect online.

Jake figures someone out there is probably on a six figure salary to keep those pictures, if they exist, out of public view.

He wonders how wild Allen has let you be. It’s clear that the two of you are close. Jake thinks back to the night before. You and Allen sitting on the patio with Allen massaging your shoulder and promising you it wasn’t dislocated.

Jake was sitting up on his balcony, checking the camera feeds from his phone, making sure everything was working how it was supposed to.

He caught a glimpse of the way you look at Allen. The way he looks at you. You clearly see him as a father figure — maybe a fun uncle. Jake can tell that you love him and that he loves you. He thinks he understands why Allen let’s you behave the way that you do.

Lack of discipline. He cares for you too much to say no to you.

That isn’t the reason at all. Allen has three grown up daughters of his own. His youngest is about six years older than you. She was independent too. Allen knows all too well that the harder you hold on, the more they pull away.

It took him years to build up trust with you. For you to respect him enough to stop doing all of the stupid shit you wanted to be doing. Allen let you have friends over. He let you have parties at your place. He let you take yourself to go and get breakfast alone every now and again. He gave you room to grow without letting go all together.

Jake doesn’t understand that. Allen understands that Jake’s still pretty fresh out of training and wants to do things by the book. That isn’t going to work.

Jake waits until five thirty before he gives up all together and throws his covers back. He runs his fingers through his hair as he walks to the bathroom. It still doesn’t feel right being back in California.

He’s miles away from North Island and he has no reason to go back there — but he knows that he could. He could get in his car and drive there today. It’s close enough.

He sighs softly turns the shower on. Jake can’t let that cloud his work here. He stares at himself in the mirror. Four years older than the last time he was here. Couple more wrinkles than last time, smile lines, frown lines — whatever they’re called. Jake knows they’re more likely to be from the latter.

His hair is the same. He thinks back to fingers running through it, sun-soaked skin, a gentle hum as she told him, “I like it longer.”

It’s short now. Like he prefers it.

Jake swallows and brushes his hair back off of his face. He should probably get a haircut soon. Shave too.

Jake steps out of his boxers and drops them tidily into the hamper before he steps into the shower. The warm stream relieves the tensity in his muscles a bit, but it's still there.

He's wound a little tight. About this whole thing. Being back here. Being in this job. Working with this fucking girl. Jake leans his head back, letting water run over his face, wondering what he has to do to catch a break.

The shower doesn't have to be short this morning since he's awake earlier than he needs to be. He spends maybe thirty minutes standing under the warm stream. The products in his shower are fancy and Jake can't quite place the scent.

He enjoys it, though.

He tucks a fluffy white towel around his waist and wipes the condensation from the mirror above the sink. His lips quirk slightly. Four years later and his body hasn't changed much. Jake watches droplets of water trail along his stomach. Maybe he's flexing a little bit. He knows she would make fun of him if she could see him now.

Jake brushes his teeth and combs his hair back neatly. He's kept it in the same style since he joined the Navy. It's tidy and practical, and it suits his face. She was always messing with his hair, scrunching it, combing it down onto his forehead to see what it looked like. Telling him to mix it up a little.

Maybe he would have. She was pretty convincing.

Now, he sticks to what he knows.

He steps out of his bathroom and his brows furrow. He closes the door to the bathroom behind him, the extractor fan is too loud. He can't hear right. There's a faint alarm downstairs.

"Fuck."

He looks down at the towel around his waist and across the room at his dresser, briefly considering how much time he has. There isn’t much he can do with his dick out, he opts for his boxers. There’s a gun in the pantry. His body’s not even fully dry when he heads for the stairs. He has come to realise that it’s the fire alarm before he reaches the bottom of the stairs - he stomps through the downstairs hallway, wishing he had taken longer to get dressed.

As he gets closer, he can see smoke. He walks a little faster.

Jake frowns as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. The kitchen is filled with grey smoke. You’re standing on the counter, waving a hand towel towards the smoke alarm. Jake scrunches his face up in annoyance.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He mutters angrily.

“What does it look like I’m doing? - Fucking cartwheels? - Can you just open the door and let the smoke out?” You snap at him.

Jake shakes his head and does what he’s told. He walks back over to the stove and winces at the blackened batter in the pan, turning his head to stare at you.

“What even is that?”

“Pancakes. Allen’s sick.” You answer.

Jake puts his hands on his hips as he watches you flap the towel towards the smoke detector. He sighs softly, pushing himself onto the counter and rising to his feet. You watch with furrowed brows as Jake pulls the alarm open and hits the reset button. The two of you are face to face now. Your eyes falter first. Your lips part slightly as you look over his body.

“Cute pyjamas.” Jake answers before you can comment on his physique. He hops down from the counter and grabs the burnt pan, dropping it into the sink. He shakes his head softly as he looks around at the mess of ingredients. You glance down at the matching floral pyjamas you’re wearing. Jake sighs softly as he starts to clean up, “You couldn’t figure out pancakes?”

You frown at him.

“I looked away for like two minutes and I came back and they were burning!” You defend yourself.

Jake lifts his head to frown at you and you realise you’re still standing on the counter. You sheepishly lower yourself to sit on it, burning with embarrassment, waiting to start an argument as Jake tidies your mess.

“You said he’s sick?” Jake asks.

“Yeah, he’s got the flu or something.” You answer him calmly.

“Fuck.” Jake hates being sick.

Your eyes are on his back. You swallow, watching the way the muscles move under his skin. Your gaze falls to his thighs, strong and bulging out from the material of his black boxer briefs. Wow.

“You didn’t touch him, did you? - Did you go in his room?” Jake turns and your eyes widen, fearing that he absolutely just caught you looking at his ass. He did, but he ignores it.

You shake your head softly, “No. He texted me.”

“Good. Stay away from him,” Jake instructs, folding his arms over his chest. Your eyes fall down. “Can’t have you getting sick. Big couple of weeks coming up, huh?”

You lean back on your palms and shrug, “I’d be okay with skipping a couple of events.”

Jake’s eyes bore into yours seriously, he shakes his head. “Nope. D.C. next week, it’s going to be a long trip - the last thing I want is your whiny ass complaining in my ear the entire time.”

Jake turns away from you to put the milk back into the fridge.

“Do you think about me whining often, agent?”

Jake stops dead still for a second, and then turns, squinting at you.

“Excuse me?”

Your heartbeat picks up a little. You’re staring at his face and wondering if those eyes are green or blue, it’s hard to tell. You stay leaned back on your palms. You raise your eyebrows at him expectantly. You know he heard what you said.

Jake stares right back at you. Both of you waiting for the other to back down. You tilt your head, letting him know that you’re still waiting on an answer.

“Everything okay? - I heard -“ Allen stops and sneezes into his elbow. His hair is a mess and he’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. He still finds time to offer you an exhausted smile. You catch Jake’s eyes widen.

“Fine, Allen. I’ve got this covered, you just - just go back to bed.” Jake waves off the older man.

Allen sniffles, nods his head and turns back the way he came.

Jake turns his attention back to you.

“Can you just go and get dressed? - I’ll find him something to eat.” He mutters angrily.

You wonder if you got under his skin with your comment. He certainly didn’t seem to like it. You’re unsure whether to feel shot down or endeared. Still, you do as you’re told and walk back upstairs to your room.

Jake shakes his head softly. He makes Allen fucking breakfast, cleans the door handle to his room with an antibacterial spray and leaves the tray outside of his door, then walks back upstairs.

He cannot believe this shit. When he left the navy and joined the service, he doesn’t remember anywhere in his paperwork there being a mention of his responsibilities including being a fucking housekeeper.

Jake bangs the side of his fist on your door as he passes it, “We’re leaving in five minutes!”

To his surprise, you’re actually in the foyer when he makes it down. Showered, dressed, looking cute in a modest sundress. Nothing scandalous. Perfectly well-behaved. Jake practically feels his blood pressure lower. You’re talking politely with Manny, who’s adjusting his earpiece beside you.

“Come on, I don’t want to hit traffic.” Jake doesn’t bother to stop, he strolls right past both you and Manny.

You nudge your elbow into Manny’s, nodding towards his ass. Manny laughs softly and shakes his head, “It is not better than mine! I work out six days a week.”

“Hate to be the one to say it. Maybe you should ask him for workout tips.” You tease playfully, shrugging your shoulders. He chuckles softly as he lets himself into the back of Jake’s car. His spot is always behind the driver’s seat. Allen should be in the passenger side. You should be behind the passenger seat. That’s how this works.

Jake closes his eyes as he hears his passenger door open. He prays that you’re just an idiot and grabbed the wrong door. He turns his head, watching as you slide into the passenger seat and look at him. Your smile tells him that this is completely intentional.

“Don’t make me tell you.” Jake says calmly. Manny looks between the two of you from the backseat and furrows his eyebrows.

“Tell me what?” You play it naive, buckling your seatbelt.

“Just move.” Jake sighs.

“I prefer to ride up front.” You shrug, folding your arms over your chest and looking straight ahead. In his two years of working with you, Manny has never once seen you ride up front - except for when you’re driving yourself. He knows what this is. It’s a game of who’s dick is bigger, and Manny isn’t too sure of who’s about to win.

“Well, we aren’t going anywhere until you’re sitting where I want you to sit.” Jake answers. You ignore him but realise he’s got a little accent to his voice. You hadn’t noticed that before. You make a note to check his file when you’re back in D.C.

As for right now, you fully understand the importance of sitting in the back. After JFK, there’s a whole protocol. You’re fine with sitting back there, you just know that your comment earlier got under his skin and want to see him break.

Jake turns the ignition off and settles down into his seat, turning his head to glare at you. You continue looking straight ahead.

Manny sighs and looks at his watch. He checks the clock face periodically for the next four minutes.

“For fucks sake, let her sit on the hood if she wants!” He snaps.

Your lips quirk slightly at the notion, and the fact that he seems to be on your side.

A muscle in Jake’s jaw ticks as he turns his head to look at you one last time.

You glance down at the time on the centre console. This asshole is really about to make you late to prove a point. Jake knows it.

“Fuck. Fine.” You whine, pulling off your seatbelt.

Jake waits for the door for the backseat to slam, then turns the engine back on and pulls the car from the driveway. He glances up at you in the rear view mirror, then grabs his sunglasses and slips them on. Manny now knows who won that game.

The three of you drive in a tense silence for a while. Manny thinks he’s going to have to be the one to break the ice, but spends about ten minutes thinking of how to go about that. Jake eventually beats him to it.

“So, what’s this doctor’s appointment for, anyway?” He asks, checking the rear view.

“None of your business.” You answer sharply, without looking at him.

Manny sighs, already exhausted before eight in the morning, “Just a check-up.”

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 13 hours

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That was so good!! I’m a sucker for Nat with children so thank you for sharing!! I agree with basically everything you said too, nat running to clint is so true haha!!

I have another for you!

Do you have any thoughts on Nat with Masc! Reader? What’s her weaknesses? How does Nat even control herself around them with fainting 🤭🤭

Thank you!! And same, mama Nat has a special place in my heart ❤️

Oooo. A good question. Now Mascs come in a variety of looks/attributes/hobbies obviously, but I'm going to go with the more stereotypical stuff cuz that's the easiest route lol. I'm also going with them not being a couple yet cuz it's more fun to write longing 😂 anyway:

Rs really good with her hands, always seems to be fixing or building things with Tony, or working on her car and so the thought of what those hands could possibly be capable of in the bedroom plague Nat. But also, not just the bedroom. She also wonders how they'd feel in soft moments, like tending a wound or caressing her cheek. She just really wants to feel Rs hands....

Rs got muscles, and while Nat obviously has some too, Rs are a bit bulkier. A bit more apparent and defined. So the fact that R likes to work out in tank tops or sports bras leaves Nat in a hopeless situation. She's gonna stare and watch the way sweat drips down Rs body. She's also going to imagine her hands following the path of said sweat, and going other places 😏

Rs short hair drives Nat crazy, all she wants to do is run her fingers through it and let her nails tease Rs scalp. Anytime she sees it damp (pool party, caught in the rain, post shower) has her swooning

When R wears sweatpants, good lord this woman goes feral. She's never seen it, but she just knows those are the pants R would wear the strap under. So the mental image of a bulge at Rs crotch just never leaves her head. And if she thinks about R pressing that bulge up against her from behind.....no she doesn't 🤫

As for the not fainting part, that's that spy training. It keeps her conscious. It doesn't keep her thoughts from wandering though, and after enough time passes, she'd probably slip up and just be out here outright ogling poor R because she's just sooo smitten

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #headcanon

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whateverurmomwants · 6 months

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No cuz do you ever just realize how powerful lucy is?

She was able to conjure ALL of her celestial spirits, 3 or 4 of them being fricking ZODIACS, all at once and being powerful enough to be recognized by the celestial spirit king? And all in the first season? Where she hasn’t even had her star dresses and other abilities she has learned?

Not to mention this theory about her being a descendent of the goddess Anna, the best Celestial Spirit user.

And im rewatching it rn, and ive already encountered a moment where if she didnt interfere, natsu would have died. The arc with phantom lord where natsu is battling gajeel? Gajeel had eaten iron but there was no fire for natsu to eat, and so Lucy gave him that fire by using Sagittarius. Without that fire, natsu definitely wouldnt have finished that fight.

People are always saying ‘oh well that may be so, but if she hadn’t joined the guild-‘ Phantom lord would have most definitely attacked them for another reason. They wanted to remain the best guild in Fiore. Fairytail challenged that, so it was just a matter of time before they fought.

“Well, she always gets in their way-“ Yeah, considering the fact that she grew up in a household where her fathers only concern was the family line, she wouldn’t exactly have time to practice her magic. The only spirit she really had was Aquarius, and we can infer that she only brought her out on very few occasions. And she also wouldn’t have been able to build up any target practice or any muscle building, since Jude would say, in the stupid old fashioned way, ‘women don’t need muscles. All you need to do is make yourself look presentable to find a husband.’ He definitely wouldn’t have wanted her practicing her magic.

Meanwhile, all the others grew up in an environment where they could practice their magic freely with other wizards. They had teachers and activities that enhanced their magic and physical builds, she didn’t. So of course she wouldn’t be able to be on their level so soon.

Also, the amount of magic it takes to summon a silver spirit is a lot, but even MORE so for a Zodiac. Mashima explained that it pretty much is on a scale from 1-100. Plu being the easiest to summon at one, and her highest silver key being Lyra at 18. Her golden keys on the other hand, has Aquarius at 100 and the lowest being Cancer at 52. Others talk about the spirits only being able to use as much magical power as Lucy uses to summon them, but i doubt that theory/statement.

And its also amazing even then because she can keep those gates open for a tremendous amount of time, and multiple on some occasions. I don’t know if this part is true, but i believe that the mage has to have at-least some level of concentration on the gate for it to keep open, so if that’s correct, then it makes it even more astounding that she is able to focus on the bond at all times while fighting. And i only say this because her spirits go back to the spirit realm when she is knocked out.

Also during the E.N.D arc, (haven’t gotten there yet, seen bits and pieces) she literally REWRITES the E.N.D book that Zeref HIMSELF wrote. She literally rewrote his fate. And yes, i know that Gray was there to help her out, but at the same time, most people would have still not have been able to handle the mental and physical strain that causes.

And im just guessing on this part, but didnt she learn an entirely new part of her magic by someone in blue pegasus and learned how to preform the spell in like a week? Month? Some other very short time span?

Anyways i just love lucy and i would litterally rather show everyone my ao3 library before letting her get hurt/bashed. Lmao

#lucy heartifilla #fairy tail #anime #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #zeref dragneel #ao3 #comfort character #i love her #badass #rambles #drabble

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siremasterlawrence · 6 months

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AI-6

Ai6 is the biggest band in the world one of my personal creation built on the dna of a few popular guys I have known over the years but eventually no one will know or care about it. Richard was the easiest you see he is a guy so hot that I never thought would ever be in to me at any point, and that’s when it hit me I pull a strand of his hair because I know the truth.The world is so creepy elites run everything that is going on in the end we all fall to the side while they continue to ravish us of our minds and dna so I am taking full advantage of them.A bit of bravado I place the strand of hair in to a vial locking it into place finally ceiling it as I tuck it away into my suit jacket and then turn my attention inviting him into my giant master bedroom.

Tyler is the next recruit in my effort to build the literal perfect musical band when I saw him in the street with a super sexy leather jacket cover his sexy muscle, built, and tan abs. He stands in the middle of the street posing for all to see, love and admire for he has going on for him. He can see me checking him out my hand touches his abs using a white cloth to wipe his abs. He has no idea I snuck it into another vial of the glass placing that away and he leans in to me wrapping his hands over my body as he kisses me carefully we fall deep into a symbiotic journey.Without another worry I led him into my new apartment closing the door his body slams on to the wall as we kiss syncing with each other utter love and desire he rolls over my body.

“Did you want to meet my friend Brenton T? I am hoping that you too could be mates as wall because I want us to hang out.” Tyler Masters ask me to as he hugs me only me in my room with a kiss pushing me to the wall he is so obsessed. “Why not my love and dear? I think I can use more friends all the time because I am your new owner and you know that.” I say whispering into his ear. “Hi! Nice to meet you I am Brenton. Yep I am Tyler’s friend.” He says offering me his hand to shake firmly with lots of love as we shook intently and he hugs me in a way I cannot believe. I drug his drink before sitting on the couch in between him as his eyes close I clip his nails placing a few of them in my glass vial. I smirk kissing him yet again placing his as on to my lap slowly up of his neck as we made out like crazy.

Colton and Robbie have no idea why I have request to see them so early in the morning of a quiet and peaceful Saturday like they have never seen before because they are my last two. Soon they are driving into my area and in my home on my couch drinking up a special mix I made for them drugging all of them into total submission as I wish them to me. Their head bod back and forth landing on each other shoulder as they sink to the couch we absolute and complete love for me because they must do as I command and they shall obey. I reach to tightly grab their well cut hand winding him up to the side of their heads as they slumber in to a hot bought of sexy spittle on his face. I pull a strands of eyebrows into different and separate vials locking them up into a glass container and I walk to the back of my place slip open the back door. Heading downstairs by way of the staircase in to a side section panel as all of the scanning has gone on to create major real clones and soon the Artificial Intelligence hits time with a total reprogramming.

The end

#richard ellis #tyler hoechlin #brenton thwaites #colton haynes #robbie amell #ai #ai art #ai generated #reprogramming #cloning #Hypnosis

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