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Hannigram Fic Recs!

These are just a select few of my personal favorites. I'm sorry if these are too long but I mostly only read long fics

Shark Tank by xzombiexkittenx (71k) (Explicit) - Will and Hannibal meet in prison. Hannibal is still the Ripper, Will is still a profiler who had encephalitis. Only now they're cell mates (SO GOOD and i love love the ending of this one)

Five Times Hannibal Visits Will and One Time He's Already Home (or: Coffee Cake) by bones_2_be (82k) (Explicit) - When Will tells Hannibal to leave at the end of Digestivo, he goes. And then, a few years later, he shows back up. They have long conversations, drink a lot of wine, at the end of it all they find something that works.

In Sickness and in Health by BonesAndScales (76k)(Mature) - Everyone knows that Will and Hannibal are married. Not everyone knows that they are married to each other. (SO CUTE)

Letters to You by Wr4tttttthh (17k)(Explicit) - Will and Hannibal want to learn to love. It isn't easy, it never was. (Post-Fall where they both keep a journal and they write letters to each other. There's some angst but its so so so sweet such a good read)

Time Waits for No One by Shotgun_sinner (104k)(Explicit) - After Will turns Hannibal away in Digestivo, he does not surrender to Jack. Instead, he heads to Cuba with Chiyoh, where he recovers from emotional and physical wounds. Hannibal was resolved to let Will go, and he does. Until he reads a Wedding Engagement announcement, that is. (THIS ONE IS SO GOOOD)

On Hiatus by Observe_or_Participate (197k)(Explicit) - AU where Abigail and Hannibal met in similar circumstances to those narrated in S1, only without Will being in the picture. They bonded. 4 years later, it's early summer 2021. Hannibal and Abigail are living in Tuscany as father and daughter, where they run a high-end bed and breakfast in a remote location on the hills... amongst other things. FBI profiler Will Graham, on leave from work after the restrictions caused by the Covid-19 pandemic worsened his already iffy mental health, arrives on the premises, for reasons he is not fully ready to admit to himself. An incendiary attraction between our two boys is inevitable, but how honest can they really be with each other? (THIS IS SO UNDERRATED OMG)

between here and there by deadratz (78k)(Explicit) - Will's name is the last word Hannibal spoke in his presence. That was two months ago, directly after the fall, and Hannibal has not said a single word since. Now Will has to navigate through their lives together without Hannibal's voice to guide him. (PLEASE READ THIS ONE IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL)

Falling Away with You by Shotgun_sinner (191k)(Explicit) - Will Graham is a private detective with a fiancée who doesn't understand him, his empathy disorder, or his obsession with catching the Chesapeake Ripper. His night terrors force him into an ultimatum; couple's therapy, or their relationship is done. Will meets his new therapist, Hannibal Lecter, and his entire world is turned upside down. (this is one of the first hannigram fics i ever read and i still come back to it often it is so good)

Dianthus Barbatus by Cynthia_Cross (84k)(Explicit) - Set 10 years before the start of the show, Will and Hannibal meet in the dead of night while dumping the bodies of their respective victims in the same place. (THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT HERE)

With a Crown of Stars by romanticallyinept (33k)(Explicit) - When the call connects, Will says, “I know what kind of crazy I am, but I’m not this kind of crazy.” “Will?” Dr. Lecter says. “Yes, hi, sorry,” Will says. “It’s me. There’s a baby on my porch.” (A cute kidfic to end with. I was grinning the whole time)

I hope you guys enjoy these. If you read any of them(or have read them before) tell me your thoughts. I feel like i don't have anyone to scream with about fics

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Bruised Fruit Chapter 1 (Michael Corleone x OC)

Summary: Gloria falls like overripe fruit from a wilting tree branch, and Michael Corleone intends to devour her amidst the rot and decay that's long since taken root in his family, intent on dooming her with him for a chance at another heir.

Note: I first posted this and two other chapters to AO3, which I'll link if you'd like to read ahead as I begin cross-posting to here.

Warnings: Canon divergence, sexually explicit content, infidelity, period typical attitudes, negative discussions of abortion, Catholicism, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) related to WWII, breeding kink, death, angst, emotional manipulation

Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content. I will block you.

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"I’m going to Cuba," he told her in a quiet, postcoital moment.

"Are you secretly a Red, Michael?” she teased, her brown eyes sparkling in the golden glow of the lamps in the hotel room they occupied. “Getting in with the rebels before they storm Havana? They’ve already got Santa Clara.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "You and your newspapers. Do you seriously think Castro has a chance?"

She took a long drag on her cigarette, pondering her answer for a moment. "His people have nothing to lose."

"I’ll be fine."

"How long will you be gone?"

"A few weeks, maybe a month," he said, twisting a strand of her long black hair between his fingers, silent for a moment as to test the waters, "I’ll wire you."

"Wire your wife."

"Gloria—"

"I’m not saying that to be confrontational. She’s pregnant, focus on her,” she said, passing him the cigarette. “Where does she think you are tonight?”

“She knows I’m in Vegas, just not with you.”

She hummed, her fingers brushing the tender, bruised skin on her hips, a shade of lavender that would no doubt blossom into a plum monstrosity by the morning. For a man over a decade her senior, he was insatiable, devouring her with a ferocity as if she were ripe for the picking.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his gaze following her fingertips.

She shook her head. “Are you staying over?”

“Yes. I have to head out early, though. Lots of people coming in for Anthony’s first communion.”

“Get some sleep then. Don’t let me keep you up.”

He grinned. “You always keep me up.”

“Bathroom’s that way. I’m tired,” she said jokingly, turning over to bury her face in her pillow.

“I’ll wire you when I get to Havana. A few days from now, probably. I have some things to take care of first.”

She mumbled something from her side of the bed, eyes closed while he continued on in Italian. He landed a playful swat on her ass. Yelping, she turned over, glaring at him.

“Rude,” she scolded, “you know I don’t understand Italian. What’d you say?”

He laughed softly, pushing some of her hair out of her face. “I love you.”

“That’s not what you said.”

“I called you lazy and insufferable.”

She smiled. “I love you too.”

“Good night, darling,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Night.”

When Gloria awoke the following morning, Michael was gone, though he’d left a note for her. With no reason to stick around, she returned to her apartment, the third one she has lived in since she moved to Las Vegas. It was more spacious than she needed, but Michael insisted, though he rarely visited her there. Their rendezvous were almost always in the hotel room at the casino that was exclusively reserved for him. Safer that way, a more public place with plenty of his men around. She wasn’t ashamed of their illicit relationship, but it made her feel exposed. As soon as they stepped into that elevator together, everyone knew what they were planning to do.

She sighed, sitting on the couch and running a hand through her hair. Her next shift wasn’t until the following evening, and she wasn’t sure what exactly to do with herself. Michael being in Havana was a test run of what was to come.

After Kay had the baby, she’d see less of Michael, busy being the doting husband, the proud father. Just as she didn’t receive an invitation to Anthony’s first communion, she wouldn’t be welcome at their new son’s baptism. She wasn’t sore about it. If she were Kay, she wouldn’t want her around the family either.

Her fear wasn’t that he wouldn’t return, but rather that he would, and she’d never work up the courage to build a life for herself without him. Moving to Vegas was her first attempt at that, but less than a year into the job, she was practically shoved into his hands, and he hadn’t let go since. 

She glanced at the box of newspaper clippings on the entryway desk, to most people, it was little more than evidence of an obsession with the Pacific Theater. Gloria had been young when the war broke out, not fully understanding the difference between the branches of the military, only that her brother wasn’t fighting in Europe, and she rarely heard from him. The newspapers she had poured over introduced her to places like Guadalcanal and Peleliu, small islands that she could barely see on a map, yet somehow Jackie and millions of other men were there. 

Then Life ran a special edition on war heroes, featuring Marines like her brother. A decade after its publication, when Fredo had requisitioned her to keep his brother company in the casino while he ran off to attend to some last minute business, she recognized Michael immediately, unable to stop herself from asking the former Captain about his service. When Jackie returned from the war, he had little to say about what he experienced in the Pacific. In fact, he had little to say about much of anything. Shell shock, they called it, aptly describing the shell of a man her formerly outgoing brother had become. Michael Corleone wasn’t a shell, enthralling her with the details of such places as Guadalcanal and Peleliu with the emotional distance of an observer rather than a participant. 

As their acquaintanceship escalated into an affair, she saw the scars for herself. Both the physical evidence of his being wounded in action, and the invisible ones that’d rear their ugly heads late at night when they’d begun sharing his hotel room. If not manifesting through bouts of insomnia, then through nightmares that left him dazed and agitated when she managed to wake him from them. 

Between the shell shock and his diabetes, she felt like she had to keep a close eye on him. Not only out of genuine concern, but a matter of personal pride. Just because he wasn’t her husband, it didn’t mean she couldn’t take care of him. God forbid he return to his wife in anything less than mint condition. It was the least Gloria could do.

He would be gone for some time, though, and as she always did during his longer trips, she grabbed her phone, making plans with friends to keep herself occupied. She had a life without him, secure in her independent lifestyle. If she were busy enough, she didn't think of him that often. 

Almost a week later, she received the telegram from Michael at work, nearly forgetting his promise to wire her from Cuba.

In Havana. Beautiful weather. Miss you.

She asked the front desk to wire him back.

Miss you too. Have fun. Stay safe.

She didn’t expect a response. There was nothing else to say.  

Gloria went about her business as usual, working and meeting friends for dinner and dancing when she could. Her style was undoubtedly cramped by the Corleone family associates who tailed her wherever she went. She wondered if it was humiliating for them to be the ones assigned to covertly babysit the Don’s mistress. After all, if the people behind the attack at his Lake Tahoe home truly wanted to cause her harm, there were ample opportunities to do so in Vegas.

Her bubble was small, safe, and secure despite living in the City of Sin. Her proximity to Michael almost always ensured that. In his absence, a mere phone call popped that bubble. 

“Hello? Is this Gloria Marino? This is Kay Corleone.”

“Kay?” she repeated incredulously.

“Can we talk?”

The two women had met just once in person. Michael briefly introduced them when giving his wife a tour of the casino shortly after the family had moved from New York to Nevada. It was the only time Kay had ever stepped foot in the place. Even then, Gloria was sure Kay was smart enough to size her up at first glance, knew she wasn't just another back-of-house employee.

“I figure I’d be the last person you’d wanna talk to.”

“You’d think, but after all this, I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t warn you. No one was there to warn me, or maybe I was too stubborn to care.”

Gloria hesitated. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know. Consider it my penance.”

“For what?”

“Michael’s going to divorce me when he gets back from his trip.”

“He would never do that.”

“He will.” The certainty in Kay’s voice was shocking, but she didn’t pry. Kay wasn’t telling her for a reason. Prior knowledge of whatever was being omitted would put her in danger with Michael. “He will, and he’s going to go to you afterward. He trusts you.”

“Kay, I don’t—“

“I did something very selfish and desperate, something I can never be forgiven for,” she said cryptically. “You’re going to bear the brunt of the aftermath. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Gloria whispered, unsure if things would really end up that way. 

“Goodbye, Gloria.”

“Bye, Kay.”

The line went dead, and she stared at the phone in her hand for a few moments. Michael would only divorce Kay if the baby were out of the picture, and the woman’s surety only confirmed that was the case. The aftermath. She could only hazard a guess as to what that meant. Nothing good if she needed to be forewarned.

Days later, when she heard about Kay’s miscarriage through the grapevine, it still didn’t exactly click. Not until there was a knock at the door at a little after one in the morning. She figured if she ignored it long enough, the culprit would get the message and go away, but the knocking was incessant.

Shuffling out of the bedroom, she turned on one of the lamps in her living room. She looked out the peephole, shocked to see Michael standing there, waiting impatiently for her.

“Gloria, open up!” he shouted, banging on the door again, causing her to flinch a little.

She took a deep breath, knowing it was a futile attempt to prepare herself for whatever she was about to get into. His expression unreadable when she opened the door, she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Michael, you’re back,” she said cheerfully enough. “How was the trip?”

He was silent as she ushered him inside. Turning on another lamp, she nearly froze at the state of him. Bags under his eyes, unkempt hair as if he’d been running his hands through it. 

“I warned you about those rebels,” she joked, only to receive a glare in return, his dark eyes almost black as they leered into hers. “Sorry, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Okay,” he scoffed, a coldness laced in his voice that settled as an unfamiliar freeze in her veins. “You have no idea what I’ve been through these past few days.”

“I heard Kay miscarried. I’m—“

“It was an abortion,” he snapped. “She murdered our baby.”

Gloria’s eyes widened at the news. Her hand shook as she made a sign of the cross for his unborn son’s soul.

When Kay had called, she never expected the pious wife to commit a mortal sin, damning herself with no hope of reconciliation. Gloria knew other women who had gotten abortions, an inevitability when they weren’t careful enough with the carousel of carefree men that came through Las Vegas. It wasn’t something respectable women with husbands did. Being the wife of a crime lord was hardly respectable, though.

"He was a boy!" he shouted. His eyes were glassy, voice breaking in a rare display of vulnerability. "We were going to have a boy."

"I’m sorry."

"I can tell."

Exasperated, she asked, "What do you want me to do, Michael?"

"Marry me. I want you to marry me."

"No."

In the four or so years she’d been with Michael, she only experienced the lover, not the husband, a different beast entirely. Husbands meant expectations and ownership, something she was woefully unprepared for. 

"It wasn’t a question."

"Then I suppose you’re going to carry me off like the Arabian Nights? Drag me kicking and screaming to join your harem?”

“No harem. Just you.”

“Michael—“

“You’ll marry me. You’ll give me another son.”

Michael was the furthest from a holy man she could fathom, but the way his eyes blazed with a biblical ferocity, she believed for a moment that he could alter the will of God with the sheer magnitude of his desperation and humiliation. He wanted to send her into the depths of purgatory to retrieve the boy he was entitled to, the sacrificial lamb that freed his soon to be ex-wife from marital bondage. Forget that he already had a son, a young, healthy boy. It was the principle of the thing, a man of his influence and import being deceived by his otherwise unassuming wife, her dainty hand dealing the death blow. ‘It was an abortion.' Checkmate.

“Darling, you’re the only person I trust,” he implored softly, his hands cradling her face as he tried intentional gentleness over impulsive tyranny. “I love you.”

She wasn’t getting any younger. Most people considered her an old maid. Her mother sure did, sending letters that increasingly implored her to come home and settle down before it’s too late. Her best prospect was standing before her, a man who wasn’t one to be denied. Senators and executives bent to his will, whether a flexible reed or a rigid board, they all would bend. If not, they broke. He’d break her just to put the pieces back together in his image, a mosaic of desperate domesticity. 

Her time ran out. Perhaps wishful thinking, or naivety in hindsight, but she always expected Kay to grin and bear it. The expectations of Michael Corleone were her cross to take up. Seeing no better option than to give in, she kissed him, allowing the pads of his thumbs to dig into the peachy skin of her cheeks, deep enough that if they were fruit, the tender flesh would be pierced, juice dripping down his hands. He lapped her up in kind, his mouth laying claim to her.

“Tell me you love me,” he pleaded against her bruised lips.

“I love you, Michael.”

And she did love him, but loving Michael was a burden. She couldn’t blame Kay for what she did. It was a long time to carry that weight. His love was demanding, unforgiving, red-hot to the touch despite his cool exterior. There were only so many times a woman could stand to get burned.

They ended up in her bedroom, no longer her domain but his, she could feel the shift as soon as he walked in, eyes hungrily taking her in like a hawk circling above a rabbit. Her nightclothes quickly discarded, leaving her naked and vulnerable before him. She laid back on the bed as he shed his own clothes, and felt an unfamiliar nervousness settle in her stomach. Perhaps it was the magnitude of the act, no longer for leisure, but purposeful, real. If it didn’t take then, he would try again and again until he got what he wanted.

Michael climbed over her, stroking his hard cock before positioning it at her entrance. Leaning down, he kissed her again, his lips taking the brunt of her pained whimper as he slid his length inside her. 

His fingers made their home on her hips as they always did, squeezing as he thrust harder and deeper inside her. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

“That’s it, darling,” he praised. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Kissing the base of her throat while plowing into her appealed to an animalistic instinct in him, and he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh, claiming her, marking her.

In turn, she dug her long fingernails into his shoulder blades, only to find later she’d drawn blood. 

“Michael, please just—it’s too much,” she choked out.

“Just a little longer.”

He released one of her hips, moving his hand between them to rub circles in her clit. The moan she let out only encouraged him as he thrust faster, bringing the both of them closer to climax. 

Closing her eyes, she felt that familiar tightness build in her abdomen. Pleasure tingled through her brain, to her fingertips. She could grab it if she wanted to, reach out for ectasy and make it hers.

“Look at me, Gloria. I want to see you,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “I want to see you become a mother.”

Her eyes shot open, looking at him in near disbelief at his gentle vulgarity.  

Before she could even attempt to respond, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit again, and she came, her cunt squeezing his cock, coating it in her juices, hips involuntarily bucking in his unrelenting grip. His name fell from her lips in a delirious whine as her orgasm coursed through her body. He shuddered, cursing under his breath as he slammed his cock deeper into her, letting her cunt milk him dry.

They were silent for a few moments, save for the weak whine Gloria made when Michael pulled out from her. Glancing at her hips, he could see the familiar blossoming of finger-shaped bruises. He kissed her again, his fingers brushing her sensitive folds, collecting the cum that was leaking out before pushing it back inside her, nothing wasted, nothing left to chance.

His lips trailed down her face, to her neck and each of her breasts until finally settling on her belly. He nuzzled his nose against it, the soft, fertile flesh ripening beneath his touch. She felt almost dizzy at his primal display of affection.

“It’s gonna be a boy,” he whispered against her stomach as it rose and fell with her heavy breaths. “I can feel it.”

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Can I have prompt 3 and 10 for Charles xavier please

.⋆｡Lost And Found｡⋆.

Charles Xavier x plus size reader

When the world learned of the existence of mutants after the incident in Cuba, you thought you had lost your family forever but you’ve been wrong before

Warnings: angst, anti-mutant sentiment, long lost lovers, little bit of fluff

WC: 650

Minors DNI

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Being alone was both your greatest fear and your greatest strength. Alone you were safe, you could protect yourself from humanity and their hatred for your kind. But you yearned to be touched, kissed, hell even if you heard someone else’s voice, that would be enough. 

But it was too risky to travel back into civilization when your mutation was so apparent- the live snakes in your hair were not so easy to hide. So you took to wandering the earth alone with only your thoughts to keep you company.

You thought about your family a lot. Sean and Alex were your little brothers, Raven you best friend and confidant, Erik was your vastly over protective older brother, Hank your insomnia buddy. And Charles, how could you ever forget Charles.

He was your everything. Your lover, your teacher, your dearest friend, your soulmate. And you had lost him, on that beach in Cuba so long ago. The moment Erik stopped those missiles, you knew, you knew that you were one of millions of mutants who had to go into hiding.

You couldn’t risk Charles’s safety by being with him, so you ran and you ran and you ran. You ran for years until you could barely remember why you were even running at all. Occasionally, you would meet another mutant and they would tell you of what was happening in the world. It seemed to get bleaker each day. There was no hope left for mutants like you, all that was left was counting down the days until some human would inevitably find you and put you away.

The woods here were dense, shadows loomed over you like a protective barrier and for once, you felt a sliver of safety. Something in your chest eased here almost like returning home. Drops of rain slipped through the canopy, landing on your covered head.

Thunder rolled overhead, distracting you from your thoughts for a moment. And that’s all it took. The prodding in your mind was familiar just as much as it was jarring. Panic ripped through you as you furiously attempted to slam the door on your mind but it was far too late, he knew.

The rain froze and the world went silent and suddenly he was there. He looked older, more tired but he was still your Charles.

“Charles-“ Your voice was weak with disuse. He flinched at the sound.

“I never thought I would see you again.” You fought it, you really did, but like he always did, he pulled you in. Your feet carried you to the telepath, your heart pounding louder and louder in your ears with each step.

He was frozen in place, like the rain, but tears flowed freely down his cheeks, his stunning blue eyes rimmed with a devastating red. “I thought you died!” His sadness shifted to rage quickly.

“I had to leave, I had to protect you.” He was close enough to touch now, but you didn’t dare to each out.

“We would have been safe together. We were protected together.” You shook your head, it would do no good to keep arguing with him. “You broke my heart.”

You smiled at him but it did not reach your eyes. “I loved- love you too much to let you suffer when you could so easily live.” His concentration wavered, the rain resuming once more.

“I cannot live without you.” And then all the walls, all the pain, came crumbling down in his lips as he took you by the wide curve of your hips and kissed you like he never would again. Water soaked into your clothes but the chill didn’t stop you.

Charles pulled away to take your face in his palms, pushing back your hood as he did so. “Beautiful.” He murmured. “It’s time to come home now.” And you could only nod, glad to not be alone anymore.

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Monologue from Cyrano (2021), written and performed by Virginia Gay

[transcript under cut]

I want to take you to every restaurant in the city

Every single one

And we’ll say to the waiters,

Just bring us what you think the best food is—

No no, don’t tell us. Just bring it to us.

I want to take you to a museum in Amsterdam,

I want to kiss your neck amongst the Rembrandts,

The marble that looks likes flesh—how did they do that?

Butterflies in stone with transparent wings.

Let’s go to a cabin in the woods together. Gonna be a log cabin?

Has to be a log cabin, right?

Let’s get very rich and own a log cabin.

Let’s own several, and give them away to friends, and also

Let’s never get rich.

Let’s always work

And know the worth of our work,

Let’s get our hands dirty and sleep well at night. Hey,

Do you snore?

I mean,

I guess we’ll find out.

Let’s have a garden. Yeah,

Let’s have a garden, with a big old table out the back, and

We’ll throw a sheet over it and

We’ll serve up lamb we cooked for hours—except, you’re a vegetarian,

You told me that—we’ll serve up eggplant we cooked for hours,

And then we’ll invite everybody over,

And they’ll drink wine and laugh,

And none of them will leave,

And at 3 a.m. we’ll reluctantly call some of them cabs,

And the rest of them will wedge about the house,

The sofa here,

Window seat there,

Little corner of the kids’ room, sweep the Lego out of the way with a foot,

Roll them in covered in coats because we’ve run out of blankets.

Kids? I did—I did say kids just then, didn’t I?

Look, maybe we could talk about this later, it’s just I’m on national television at the moment, but yeah. Kids. Okay.

Let’s go and see bad comedy in a back room in the East Village.

Let’s get lost in a Turkish spice market,

And come out with our skin dry-rubbed

With clove and cinnamon.

Let’s drink fifty cent mimosas in Cuba

On days so hot we can’t sit down,

The seats will scald the backs of our legs, and then

Let’s get headaches from the day drinking

And have to go to bed in the afternoon,

And listen to the world

Pootling on outside our window—

Car horns,

Shouts of people,

A hammer drill,

The smell of someone pressing waffle cones,

Gasoline,

Jasmine,

The mess and the fuss of living.

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[thecavalrywife]

Honeymoon

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Pairing: Letty Ortiz x fem!reader

Summary: Spicy daydreaming on a honeymoon.

Warnings: fluff, 🔞 mention of smut

Timeline: The Fate of the Furious (FF8)

Disclaimer: Anything FF related is not mine it's for their owners. This story has no plot whatsoever.

Letty and I are currently on our honeymoon in Havana, Cuba.

It's the evening and we're on our couch, relaxing.

I'm laying down, head supported on the armrest of the right side, with my legs on my lover's lap, who's massaging my legs in silence. Until she notices I'm looking out the balcony while biting my bottom lip unconsciously.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) you there?" she calls for me, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes to get my attention.

"Uh?" my eyes snap to her, "Sorry, I zoned out. You were saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything" she looks at me intently trying to read me. "You were daydreaming, weren't you?" she finally asked. I nod in response, "What was it about?" I look at her in surprise and then shift my gaze to my lap in shame.

"Come on, I wanna know." she says softly, I look at her hesintant and slowly shake my head and mutter "No, it's embarrasing."

I bit my bottom lip in hopes she'll let this go.

"Oh, come on tell me. Please." she insits and pouts at me, I giggle. She studies me once again and a look of realization dawns on her face. "It's something sexual, isn't it?" I hesintantly nod looking to my lap once again. She chuckles and looks at me smiling sweetly.

She hooks her thumb and forefinger on my chin, tilting my head to meet her eyes and scoots over with my legs still on her.

"You know I won't mock you about it." she says in a serious tone. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "It might even be something I'd be willing to try." she coos and waits patiently for a reaction and an answer out of me.

My eyes sparkle with excitment, and I bite my lip, a habit I have. "Ice play" I say in a low tone. Her eyes sparkle and she shows a tiny smirk.

"Ice play? Hmm." she leans on her hand perched on the back of the couch and smiles. "Tell me more. What were you imagining? Describe it to me." she asks in a low and sensual tone I can't resist. 'Cause even though we've been together for so many years, she still makes me feel nervous around her. She has that effect on me. I fall in love with her more every single day.

"Firstly, I would dom you. Kiss you passionatly, go down your neck, giving you hickeys, wet kisses, love bites." I start describing. "Then, I'll strip you of your clothes. I'll have you under me" I start feeling more confident as I progress. "Maybe I'll tie you to the bed, spred out, so you don't touch me." Now, as I'm describing, I'm stroking her right arm, wrist and hand (the closest to me). "Maybe I'll blindfold you, so you can't know when I'll stroke the ice on you. Or I'll let you see me, knowing when I'll do it." I pause keeping eye contact with her as her breath hitchs and she swallows. "I grab the ice" I do the motion with my hand while holding eye contact. "and stroke your skin." passing my middle finger delicatly along her arm, "I'll start with the arms, going to the chest, nipples so they get nice and perky, down your stomach. Reaching lower and lower. Reaching your entrance... and pushing it in." her breath hitchs once again. I pause. "Next, I'll go up your legs, the inside of your thighs, slowly reaching and once again push it inside you. I might do a few more times, maybe down your back as well, so you arch nice and pretty." I pause once again looking at Letty. "And finally, after I get the ice out of you. I'll give you what you've craving, desiring all night. I go down on you, give you pleasure in your sensitive entrance, but you can't cum just yet, you have to hold it in... until it snaps. And you get the ectasy run through your veins." I finish my description and look at her.

She has her mouth agape, and breathing a little hard. A hot second passes.

"You thought alot about it." I nod amused. "I like it. Let's do it sometime." I smile.

"You know... I'm so wet right now, after your very detailed discription." We both giggle. "Me too."

"How about... we get this sorted out and one of these nights you surprise with it?" she proposes the idea, I smile.

"Sure, let's do it".

I straddle her lap, cup her face with my hands, her hands on my waist. As we look into each others eyes, I smile.

"I love you, Letty" she smiles. "I love you, (Y/N)."

I Kiss her passionatly for a few minutes, until oxygen was needed. Our foreheads touching, I open my eyes and move my head back to look at her, "Let's go to the bedroom" she nods and I stand up and grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

We're in for a night!

Just with no ice :)

--//--

What do you think?

#letty ortiz #letty ortiz one shots #letty ortiz smut #letty ortiz x fem reader #letty ortiz x reader #fast and furious #fate of the furious #lesbian #honeymoon #daydreaming

[very-burnt-toast]

Some random unedited Klance stuff I wrote at like 2am last night

Lance finds himself standing before his mirror, eyes darting back and forth across his reflection as if scanning for something. With a sigh, he steps back and slumps down into his bed. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's perfectly normal. Unremarkable.

Nothing special.

Fitting, because that's all he is, isn't it? He's nothing special. Everyone else has something going for them. Shiro had been the leader who always figured out what to do and now he leads from the sidelines, Pidge is the tech genius who always has a comment to make. Hunk's the friendliest guy Lance has ever met and holds the team together, all the while making the best food ever. Allura and Coran know all about the lions and run the entire ship.

And Keith. Keith was the best at everything. He'd been the best cadet in the Garrison, he was hella good at fighting, thinking on the spot and being the team leader, looking pretty... And not the worst diplomat ever to exist. So basically all he needs to be a great paladin.

Lance couldn't help but envy Keith a little. Ever since his Garrison days Lance had always wanted to prove himself, to be worth something. But now here he is, deflated and sitting on his bed with no role to fill. And why would the team want him if he doesn't have a role to play?

But a much more devastating thought prickles in the back of Lance's mind. As much as he envies Keith and always made an effort to go out of his way to poke fun at him, he can't help but admire him. I mean, it's hard not to. The powerful yet graceful motions when he fights, the feeling in his voice when he gives commands to the team, his persistence when he wants sonething, and the amount he cares for his teammates.

It would take some kind of miracle to have that absolute prodigy even come remotely close to falling for a simple boy from Cuba with no redeeming qualities?

I mean, there's his immeasurable charm... But Keith could beat that one pretty easily. His mullet is nicer than Lance says it is on a regular basis. And his eyes. But no matter how much admiring Lance does, that's not gonna get him anywhere. It's not like he can say anything to Keith though.

Lance leans against the wall and lets his body deflate further. The more he thinks about Keith the more he can feel an ache growing in his chest. Collapsed against the wall, he lifts his hand to rub his eye and there's something wet on his face.

He was crying.

Right at that moment there's a knock on the door. Hurriedly, Lance wipes his eyes with his sleeve and inhales slowly and deeply before calling out, "Just come in."

The door opens to reveal none other than Keith himself. Keith's eyes widen to see Lance sprawled across his bed, leaning against the wall. "Are.. You okay over there, buddy?"

"Hey Keith, I'm... I don't know." Lance lifts his head and gives a weak smile. Keith walks over, sits down and glances at Lance with a look of concern.

"Lance, have you been crying?"

Lance blinks before turning his head away and taking another deep breath. As he exhales, Keith places a hand gently on his shoulder. "Look, I know I'm not necessarily the best one to talk to sometimes, but if you've got stuff on your mind you can always tell me."

Lance can feel the waterfalls that come rushing from his eyes as he pushes himself up and wraps his arms tightly around Keith, muffling his sob as he buries his face in Keith's shoulder. Keith is frozen for only a second before he returns the gesture. The two sit there like that in silence for a number of minutes before Lance eventually raises his head again and attempts to wipe his eyes on sleeves that are becoming more and more drenched by the second.

Noticing he left a large wet patch on Keith's shirt, he starts, "Keith, I- I'm so sorry I-"

"Hey, shh, it's okay, Lance," Keith reassures him, "what's on your mind, bud?"

Lance's head is flooded with thoughts; he wants to tell Keith just how he feels about him but the eminent doom of what would surely be a rejection stops him. He wants to confirm or deny his suspicions that he won't have a place in team Voltron anymore. Or maybe he just wants to know what Keith thinks of him. Lance's head spins but he opens his mouth to begin but somehow he blurts out everything all at once.

"I don't feel like I even have a place on the team anymore because everyone has something and I don't and I feel useless as if I'm just some normal guy while everyone else gets to be something special and I just want you to want me here and I know I make fun of you but I actually care more than I'd like to admit but I'm so jealous of you because you get to be something awesome that I could never be and I just want to be something and I..." he trails off into silence.

Keith slowly absorbs the information before once more glancing at the pile of limbs that is Lance before grabbing him by the shoulders and staring him straight in the eye, "You're not going anywhere. We aren't replacing you, Lance, and we aren't kicking you off the team."

His gaze softens and the muscles in his arms and hands relax a bit, "I'm not really sure how to put this next bit into words so you're just gonna have to trust me, okay?"

Lance pauses and cocks his head slightly, confused. Slowly he nods at Keith and says "I trust you."

And with that, Keith leans down and presses his lips to Lance's. Sliding one arm around his waist and one behind his head he kisses him smoothly but firmly. After a while he pulls away to reveal Lance, wide eyed and red faced, but now only the slight remnants of his tears remain glistening on his eyelashes.

Satisfied, Keith smirks through his words when he asks Lance, "does that give you your answer?"

Lance nods, causing Keith to smirk even more. Pushing himself up from the bed, Keith turns toward the door.

"Well then, if that's all you need from me I'll be in m-"

He's cut off by Lance who springs up and grabs Keith by the arm, spinning him around and kissing him again. This time it's Keith who's startled, but he quickly kisses Lance back. Lance's fingers run through Keith's long black hair and the other still holds him by the arm. The two pull away from each other and Lance, shooting Keith a challenging look, says "couldn't let you get away with winning that one, Kogane."

The slightest hint of pink dusts Keith's cheeks as he chuckles quietly to himself as he walks out of the room, leaving Lance standing in the middle of his room, now alone. But somehow, Lance didn't feel quite so separate anymore.

#i don't write a lot i'll happily accept criticism or advice #vld #vld fanfic #lance vld #keith vld #klance #klance fanfiction #vld keith #vld lance #lance voltron #keith voltron #voltron keith #voltron lance #keith kogane #keith #lance mcclain #lance #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting back together with my ex-husband?

So about 15 years ago, me (40M) and my ex-husband (42M) got divorced in Cuba because he got me shot and tried to kill dozens of relatively innocent men (According to my sister I also said some shitty things to him, but I didn’t try to *kill* anyone). Anyway, ever since then we’ve had this weird frenemy situation where we have like opposite goals and frequently fight but refuse to ever kill or actually harm the other one because we’re definitely still in love. So recently, this absolutely horrid guy got elected president (65M), and the president ordered the killing of my family and the destruction of everything I’d ever worked for. I only survived via the immeasurable power of my grief. After that, my ex-husband showed up worried about me, and I decided I would join him and we would go get revenge. So we went to the Oval Office, and one thing led to another and then I killed the President. He was shocked by this, but after a few minutes started kissing me and I kissed him back (still can’t believe our first kiss was in the Oval Office). Now people are calling us “terrorists” and “assassins” and “oh god it’s them run”. Is it really so bad for me to get back together with my ex? I mean I know we’re both men so maybe they’re just being homophobic? AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[jajanvm-imbi]

Alright it's almost Hispanic Heritage month again yall. Here's a list of Animated characters that I, a Latina, cried over when I found out they were Latin American

For clarification, "Found out" means, having no previous knowledge of said characters and within the context of the show/movie they are confirmed Latin American.

(From the perspective of a Costa Rican 🇨🇷 specifically)

The entire Madgrial Family (Encanto)

The moment I saw the teaser trailer for Encanto I started crying. I was so BEYOND EXCITED to see real, true, positive beautiful Latin American representation in a Disney movie. I'm not even Colombian but seeing something like this become so popular made me so happy. Being able to fully understand "Dos Orugitas" in Spanish just hits so different, its not the same in English. It's such a beautiful step for Latin American representation, and I'm so excited to see what comes next for us. (Still holding out for my Latina Disney princess tho. And no, Elena doesn't count) I've also been told I look just like Mirabel and seeing a character that looks like me in a Disney movie just made my heart soar.

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Bruh a bisexual Latina with mommy issues AND she's bilingual??? She's just like me fr.

Lance McClain (V*ltron Legendary Defender)

He was my absolute favorite character in V*ltron and I will NEVER forgive them for ruining his arc and making him sad forever. He deserved a happy ending. He's NOT "just a boy from Cuba", he's so important and lovely.

Miles Morales (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)

I'm not a comic book reader, so Into the Spiderverse was the first time I met Miles. Finding out he was Afro Latino made me heart soar. He's a sweet boy, such a good character in the movie, and definitely deserved the Oscar. Can't wait for the sequel.

Claire Nuñez (Tales of Arcadia)

Claire is literally such a badass. She's amazing, an amazing character, her story with Jim is beautiful. Love it when she's speaks Spanish. 10/10 character (Watch Tales of Arcadia it's really good)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)

King of my heart. Wholesome dork. Voiced by Lin Manuel Miranda.

Gosalyn Mallard (Ducktales 2017)

What I literal icon. I really really REALLY hope that the rumored Darkwing Duck reboot uses the DT 2017 versions of the DW characters cause this Gosalyn is a QUEEN

Hector Nieves Aka: Hi-Five (Glitch Techs)

Glitch techs was such a cute show it deserved to keep running. Screw Nickelodeon for canceling it just as it was starting to get interesting. Anyway this dork is adorable. Bilingual gamer king.

Troy Sandoval (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts)

Hi this cutie patootie is a literal king. He and Benson are so cute together. (GO WATCH KIPO AND THE AGE OF WONDERBEASTS ON NETFLIX I PROMISE YOU'LL LOVE IT)

Honorable Mentions:

(From top to bottom, left to right. Tumblr only allows 10 images at a time so I had to combine them)

• Señor Hueso and Capitan Piel, who together make the icon Don Suave (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2018):

I literally laugh my ass off whenever I watch the episode "Hidden City Job" and they do the whole Don Suave bit. Like it's so over the top yet accurate to telenovela characters that I can't help but laugh every time. When they first introduced Capitan Piel, I instantly laughed so hard before they even translated it because they did the whole Skin and Bones bit and I just thought it was so clever. 10/10 duo I'd love to see more of them. (GO WATCH ROTTMNT PLEASE THEY NEED ALL THE SUPPORT THEY CAN GET IF THEY WANT A SEASON 3)

• Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)

People were giving Vivziepop shit accusing her of making Vaggie the "angry Latina stereotype) and I couldn't disagree more. Vaggie is perfectly fine as a character, and I can't wait to see what they do with her in the official Hazbin Hotel series!!

• Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)

Phineas and Ferb was the first fandoms I was ever in, and Isabella holds such a special place in my heart. Love her to pieces

• Marco Diaz (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)

Svtfoe was also one of the first fandoms I was in, so seeing one of the leads be portrayed as Mexican made 12 year old me so happy.

• Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Coco is such a beautiful movie, and I ONLY watch it in Spanish. Miguel is such a sweet and special boy, he really brought the joy of music back into his family.

• Soos (Jesus) Alzamirano Ramirez

Gravity Falls was ALSO one of the first fandoms I was in (PnF, GF, and Svtfoe were my main 3 for a time), and finding out this loveable goof was Latino made me really happy

• Princess Elena Castillo Flores

Now she may not be an official Disney princess (she doesn't meet all the requirements to be part of the franchise) but that doesn't mean she isn't excellent representation for young children. Although the show doesn't represent one specific Latin American country/culture, the show does have bits and pieces of many different LatAm cultures, and even some indigenous inspiration here and there with all the mythology aspects. It isn't perfect, but I do still appreciate Elena's presence in Disney.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month everyone!!!

#Encanto #la familia madrigal #luz noceda #the owl house #Lance McClain #voltron #miles morales #into the spiderverse #claire nunez #tales of acadia #fenton crackshell cabrera #ducktales 2017 #gosalyn Mallard #ducktales gosalyn #darkwing duck #glitch techs high five #glitch techs #troy sandoval #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts benson #rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #rottmnt señor hueso #rottmnt capitan piel #hazbin hotel vaggie #isabella garcia shapiro #marco diaz #miguel rivera #gravity Falls soos #elena of avalor #hispanic heritage month #animation

[typingtess]

After three-days at Camp Pendleton running down a pair of ex-Marines who were working with a washed out SDSU chemistry professor selling synthetic steroids on and off-base, Sam decided to spend the weekend in San Diego.  Aiden was in town and a weekend with his son was exactly what Sam needed.

Callen wanted to go home.  After a life of living alone, playing good husband to Anna stopped being playing about a month after being married.  She was great.  He felt better when she was around.  And for the first time in his life, he was happy, truly happy. 

Walking into the house just after 10PM, he found Anna on the couch watching “Die  Hard” – her favorite Christmas movie.  He was a little stunned she wasn’t watching “Dr. Zhivago” since their home looked like a Russian Christmas card.

“I can explain,” she started.

“I’m guessing it is a one-word explanation,” Callen looked at the six foot tree with lights, ornaments on every branch and a red and gold ribbon wrapped from the tree-top to the base.  The green star on the top of the tree looked like it was frosted on the star’s points.  “Arkady.”

“He dropped by last weekend while you were jogging and was unhappy that we didn’t have a tree yet.”

“So he brought this one over.”

“And there is one in the backyard.  And one in the guest bedroom that faces the street.”

“Three trees.”

“I made him take down the ten-foot pole with lights that made a tree.  He put it up on the front lawn.”

“Thank you for that,” Callen looked at the tree.  It was beautiful, just an awful lot for their small living room. Same with the holiday knick-knacks that covered every flat space in the living room.

“He wants us to come by on Christmas Eve.”

“When did he become so ….Christmas-y.  A couple of years ago I saw him on Christmas.  He was smoking a cigar on a float in his pool, drinking some tequila, calling in NBA bets to his bookie. Spoke about making new holiday traditions in his new home country.”

“He said the wedding was so understated that he wanted to do up our first holiday together.”

“We got married in May,” Callen was shaking his head.  “Memorial Day, 4th of July, Labor Day and Thanksgiving are all holidays.”

“He saw Christmas as more a holiday the whole world shares.  So, Christmas Eve?”

As if he would ever say no.  “Sure, of course.”

“If you think this is a lot, wait until you see his place.”

“Again, he was on a float in his pool, smoking a cigar, drinking tequila and taking the under on a Lakers-Clippers game a few Christmases ago.”

“You remember Carmen?”

Callen thought for a second.  “The housekeeper.”

“Her husband is Arkady’s groundskeeper.  He also has a side-business decorating homes for holidays.  Arkady hired Jose to make the place festive and then sent Jose here.”

“Are we going to have to buy him a gift?”

“I’ve already taken care of it.”

She really was the perfect wife for Callen.  “Tell me.”

“Joelle did me a favor.”

“Joelle, Joelle?”

Laughing, Anna said, “I know her by one name but yes, Joelle is back with the CIA.  She’s riding a desk, coordinating travel for agents in the Caribbean, South and Central America.”

“She never struck me as a travel agent.”

“The CIA wants her under their watchful eye, she knows she has to play good company officer to keep her career.”

“So if she’s moving people in and out of the Caribbean, that includes Cuba.”

“And sitting in Don Medina’s Cigar Lounge humidor is a box of Montecristo No. 2 and a box of Cohiba Behike 52.  I’m picking them up on the 24th at 4PM before we show up for dinner.”

“The Russians were always big on Cuba.”

“And I picked up some Don Julio 1942 so when we leave, he can sit on a float in his pool, smoke an expensive Cuban cigar and bet on the Celtics-Lakers game Christmas Day.”

“How do you know about the Celtics-Lakers game?”

“Merry Christmas,” she said with a smile.

#NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #head canon #g callen #anna kolcheck #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la #arkady kolcheck

[council-of-beetroot]

Other than Alfred, what other American nations would u see the LietPruPo gang (we need a group name for them 🫠) interacting with?

I need to stop opening up links on Tumblr when writing answers smh.

I need to explore more of Latin Hetalia because it seems remarkably well put together for not being technically canon. If anyone has any basic run down information on LATAM Hetalia character like personality wise let me know. (I speak Spanish so it is fine if it's in Spanish)

🇨🇺CUBA🇨🇺

I want Cuba/Poland because I love size differences and I can totally see Feliks during the PRL period saying I'm going to go to Cuba because communist reasons but really it's winter in Poland and he misses the sun. Listen, I just think Cuba would find Feliks entertaining.

🇨🇱Chile 🇨🇱

I will be honest I know zilch about PruAme however, Chile intrigues me from what I've read on him, Manu right? From what I'm reading on the live journal page on him Manu appears to have a very intriguing personality that compliments Gilbert in a way judging from his work ethic and surprising conformity for lack of a better word

This is fascinating to me (for those that don't speak Spanish the person says they wish the profile discussed Chile's relationship with Gil as Prussia had a large influence on the structure of Chile and it's military doctrine

There's actually a large polish population in Brazil and Argentina so perhaps Feliks has been there before and knows Luciano and Martín a bit. Apparently around 2.5% of the Brazilian population has Polish ancestry and Curitiba has the second largest polish city population after Chicago outside of Poland

I wish I could give you more but I need to learn more first

#hetalia #latin hetalia #hws cuba #hws chile #hws poland #hws prussia #asks and replies #anon

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Intense Plane Conversations

Part 13

Battle of Heart and Mind

Should I include flashbacks of Charles and Addi to see what their relationship was??

Tag list - ask to be added (in my ask box please) @aintinacage @hiraethrhapsody @mostlymarvelgirl @importantgalaxyrunaway

Sitting down in one of the chairs across from my mother I gripped the handles of the seats looking out the tiny window. Hank was the one flying the plane like he did back when the X-Men were still around. The ground started getting smaller and further away when we flew up into the clouds. “So can I know what exactly is happening. Why do you need me to come with you in such a hurry.”

“Uh, I am not really sure where to start. It's pretty complicated.” I stopped gripping the armrests and instead started tapping my fingers on them.

My mother Angela leans forward. “A while ago I found out my daughter who I thought was dead is actually alive. And that she's a mutant with an obvious mutant baby daddy. I think I've seen enough complicated things recently. I can handle whatever it is.”

“Okay here it goes then….that guy with the messy hair that keeps to himself is named Logan. He claims to be from the future, uh 50 years from now. He said that we have to stop one of my friends from killing someone very important. Otherwise if we don't they'll be a full out war of humans and mutants unlike there's nothing left.” I clasped my hands together leaning back in my chair.

She raised a hand to her mouth thinking briefly. “Oh my gosh. Is there anything else I should know?”

“Charles and Erik used to be friends until the day of Cuba that I told you about. The only thing I need to clear up is that you will be a grandmother according to what Logan has told me.” I sighed running a hand through my hair glancing over my shoulder seeing Erik coming from the bathroom and moved past us to sit across from his former friend.

My mother nodded with a smirk on her face. “Oh yes. I figured out what you two did that night. Especially when you asked me to come live with you and Charles is it…and I wish I could have work just got in the way.”

“It’s okay, mom.” I replied simply back to her.

She tilted her head to the side looking in the direction of Erik. “Does he know? If he doesn't know then you should go talk with him.”

“Mom, I asked you to come on this crazy mission..”

She raised her hand. “I'll be okay, Addi. We'll have time to catch up later.”

Getting up from my chair I nodded my head to her walking down the tiny walkway Erik didn’t bother looking up when I sat down across from him letting silence fall between us. Resting my hands on my stomach his eyes fell downward to it. “How far along are you now?”

“The due date is getting closer. Should be coming in a few weeks….I meant to tell you there just wasn’t an easy way to do so.” I responded to him.

He leaned back in his chair processing what it would mean. He would be a father in a few weeks but he wasn’t going to admit he was afraid…not in the company of others only with you. “Did you know the gender yet?”

“Nope. I decided to not be told until the day of. I have just been focusing on how to tell you. And after I told Charles he basically went and reverted into himself. I have been bouncing back and forth from my mothers place to his.”

Erik questioned sensing that there had been something between his friend and his now you could say girlfriend. “Are you and Charles still together?”

“We used to be, yes. But after years of missing you I attempted to push my feelings away. I…was happy with him but nothing like our time together.” I rested my chin in the palm of my hand thinking back on the past few years. “I stayed around with him because he’s my friend and he’s now become an alcoholic. The school was keeping him happy until everything fell apart.”

Erik just stared at me for a moment before saying anything more. “I'm sorry for making you leave but it was the right thing to do for you.”

“I know that. Charles doesn't see it that way.” I lowered my gaze to the ground.

Erik clicked his tongue. “He still has feelings for you.”

“Yes he does. Erik I, you should know that I did really feel like he was the one for a time. When we were running the school together before everything went downhill. I thought…I just couldn’t handle the treatments and drinking.” I put a hand to my forehead feeling my eyes getting heavy.

Erik clearly noticed my change in demeanor. “Addi, are you alright?”

“Yes, just a little tired.” I replied seeing Charles walking down the isle and sitting across from us on the other side of the plane glaring at his former friend.

Erik uttered the first words between them since we had left the Pentagon. “How did you lose them?”

Charles answered. “The treatment for my spine fixed my DNA.”

“You sacrificed your power so you could walk.” He was baffled.

Charles explained with a grumble. “I sacrificed my power so that I could sleep. Doesn't justify what you've done.”

“You have no idea what I've done.” Erik snapped eyeing me while I remained silently watching.

Charles raised his voice. “I know that you took the things that mean most to me.”

“Well maybe you should have fought harder for them.” Erik challenged the man seeing he had something to say.

“Do you want to fight? Erik. I will give you a fight.” Charles got to his feet stomping up to his former friend.

Logan had gotten to his feet, my mother had risen from her seat too. I moved gripping the handlebars to force myself up with them but Erik raised a hand to me and the others. “Let him come.”

“You abandoned me. You took her away and you abandoned me.” Charles grabbed Erik by his shoulders shouting in his face best he could since he’s shorter than him.

Erik began listing off names of our mutant friends who had died and the plane began rantiling slightly with Hank losing control of the aircraft. “Angel, Azazel, Emma, Banshee... our mutant brothers and sisters... all dead, captured, experimented on, butchered.”

“Erik.” I gripped the armrests feeling the plane start to shake when his voice got louder and if he let all of his emotions out he could snap the plane in half.

Erik stepped towards Charles who stumbled back back into his chair. “Where were you Charles? We were supposed to protect them.Where were you when your own people needed you. Hiding. You and Hank. Pretending you were something you're not.”

Hank called his name struggling to get the plane back in his control. “Erik!”

“You abandoned us all.” Erik finished sucked in a breath giving Hank control once more. Charles got up going to talk with Hank.

I slowly pushed myself to my feet holding a hand to my stomach and holding onto the seats as I walked past Erik who sent me a concerned look finding a long couch in the back of the plane. “I’m gonna go lay down for a few. The baby isn’t feeling good.”

“So you were always an asshole.” Logan sat down back in his chair.

“I take it we're best buddies in the future.” Erik turned around on his feet.

Logan takes a cigarette out of his jacket. “I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub.”

Erik asked, moving his gaze over to me since I was now laying on the couch beside him while he stood having the conversation with the future man. “How's that work out for you?”

“You're like me. You're a survivor. Wanna pick all that shit up?” Logan snapped pointing to the broken plates that had gotten thrown on the floor by Erik shaking the airplane.

There was silence on the plane when it had become nightfall when Erik strided over to his former friend and the now mother of his child who was passed out asleep. “Haven't had a real sip in 10 years.” Erik paused, taking a sip from the glass of beer he had poured into it. He knew what Charles was thinking when he spoke next. “I didn't kill the President.”

“The bullet curved Erik.” Charles looks out the window.

He eyed his friend explaining. “Because I was trying to save him. They took me out before I could.”

“Why would you try and save him?” Charles asked the question wanting to know the answer.

Erik declared. “Because he was one of us.”

Charles gasped finally believing it from his former friend's own mouth even though he had heard Addison say it multiple times. “You must think me so foolish. You always said they would come after us….Addi was right the whole time.”

“I never imagined they would use Raven's DNA to do it.”

“When did you last see her?” Charles changed the subject.

“The day I left for Dallas.” Erik replied. “Strong, driven, loyal. She was...I could see why she meant so much to youu. You should be proud of her Charles. She's out there fighting for our cause.”

Charles cut in correcting him. “Your cause. The girl I raise, she was not capable of killing.”

“You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left.” Erik sat down across from him looking over at Addi knowing that she missed her friend.

Charles leaned forward on the table growling. “She left because you got inside her head.”

“That's not my power. She made a choice.” Erik taunted him.

Charles ran a hand through his hair. “But now we know where that choice leads, don't we? She's going to murder Trask, they're going to... capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out.”

“Not if we get to her first. Not if we change history tomorrow. I'm sorry Charles. For what happened, I truly am.” Erik apologized, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“What about what you did to Addi. Are you sorry for that?” The telepath finally uttered her name a second time while glancing over at the sleeping blonde he wished was his.

Erik tapped his fingers on the armrests in thought. “I’m about to meet her mother tomorrow, Charles. I don’t think I have done anything wrong to her. But please tell me what I’ve done to offend you about her!”

“I am just concerned for her safety. You need to remember that she has given her whole heart to you. She’ll never feel that way about me. I have to accept the defeat here. It’s just you need to make sure and not hurt her or leave her overwise you will be dealing with me and mark my word Erik, I won’t go easy on you…not when she’s involved.” Charles threatened the man getting to his feet going to the bathroom leaving his former friend alone with his thoughts.

Erik couldn’t help but stare at the peaceful sleeping blonde across from where he was sitting. She had wrapped herself in a warm blanket and did her best to keep it covering the baby bump. “Why me, Addison. Why choose me when you could have had him?” He wondered to himself all through the night falling asleep just watching her for hours.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[originallandlockedmariner]

For three years running…

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global asshole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little bitch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet. Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a cunt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the shit on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the fucking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

#me #my words

[solnishkawrites]

So my boyfriend @mikk1n and I have been developing a 1920s Call of Cthulhu AU for Dishonored. This started off really small—I was mostly just desperate to get my boyfriend to play a TTRPG with me, and lured him into CoC 7th edition with the promise of having him play as his Dishonored OC, Moira O’Farrell—with the module “Paper Chase” from the Starter Set. And then, everything spiraled out of control and into this sprawling saga. Some highlights from the primary AND secondary campaigns we have planned:

PRIMARY CAMPAIGN

Havelock and Moira are bootleggers in the early 1920s in America. When they get a tip-off that the police are after them, they flee to Berlin, Germany and become smugglers trafficking archaeological artifacts through the black market.

They also run a bed and breakfast together, because why not.

Havelock and his smuggling partner, Josef, attract the attention of strange cult when a business deal goes awry. They’re captured, and it’s up to Moira (a disabled Black Irishwoman, for those who aren’t in the know) to go and find them.

Josef escapes on his own, but Havelock is transformed via a strange ritual into… something that is no longer human. Something that craves the taste of human flesh.

Even though Havelock retains his memories and capacity for reason, he is losing his sanity as he struggles to come to grips with his new, uncurable condition. Also, the cult is hellbent on recapturing him. Unfortunately for the cultists, Havelock is also hellbent on revenge.

SECONDARY CAMPAIGN

Corvo and Jessamine Attano are a young couple trying to make a new life with their infant daughter, Emily, in Berlin. Jessamine has left her wealthy family in England behind; the only thing she took with her when she left were the clothes on her back… and a small, insignificant-seeming pendant that her father gave her when she was very young.

Little does Jessamine know that the pendant is an eldritch artifact. Euhorn (and the cult he’s cozy with) want it BACK, and they’re willing to hire an assassin named Daud to kill Jessamine and retrieve what they view as theirs.

Daud accepts the job, but finds that he can’t kill Jessamine. This isn’t Miss Kaldwin, a shallow little rich bitch living off of  her daddy’s money… this is Mrs. Attano, a scared young woman trying to make ends meet while caring for her daughter and husband. Daud runs away, but is found by Corvo later on. They talk and compare notes… and then decide to go cultist-hunting together.

I can’t say much more without releasing spoilers that Misha can’t yet know about. More shall be revealed with time.

I’m really enjoying this AU. Without all of their power and influence, the characters have a chance to actually be better people. There’s still a massive initial class divide between Corvo and Jessamine (he grew up in poverty on the streets of Havana, Cuba, while Jessamine was sipping from crystal glasses in her family’s townhouse in London, England), but the fact that Jessamine was able to walk away from that life makes her a better person than she was in canon as an Empress who responded so poorly to the Plague Crisis. She, Corvo, and Emily get a chance to be a real family together.

Likewise, Daud gets a real redemption arc. I’m not a big fan of Daud in canon; I feel like he can’t ruin Corvo’s life the way he did and subject him to the trauma of being accused of Daud’s crime and allow Corvo to be TORTURED FOR MONTHS ON END for that crime and then earn any kind of forgiveness. It doesn’t resonate with me.

I’m not sure if the primary or secondary campaigns will ever intersect. Currently I don’t expect them to, but it’s impossible to say what the dice will dictate. Some more tidbits about the characters and world before the post ends:

Billie is Haitian.

Daud is Moroccan, thereby giving him that French colonial connection to Billie.

The Outsider is the figurehead and puppet of a Great Old One.

The Golden Cat has become a cabaret club.

Havelock is a veteran of World War I.

Moira’s sister, Sian, was a volunteer in Cork, Ireland during the Easter Rising of 1916.

Martin is still a shady priest.

#call of cthulhu rpg #dishonored #fanfiction

[pullakori]

Febuwhump 2023

Day 6. Secrets revealed

When one does something often enough, it becomes a habit. And when it becomes a habit, one usually gradually stops paying attention to it. It becomes a part of one's life, for better or worse.

Until someone else notices and calls one out on it.

It had started small. Charles had lost a lot of sleep, mostly because of the pain in his back, but also because of the stress to get the school up and running. He spent many late nights going through legal work, until he was ready to pass out. (This usually also kept the nightmares away, but not always). The boys' worry was touching, but soon became stifling to him. So he started to project a vision of himslef that didn't have dark circles under his eyes and pasty skin. And the boys were able to stop worrying about him.

Until Hank noticed that he had been losing weight. With his busy schedule, as the school had finally opened, he had forgotten to eat occasionally. He was doing fine though, so he added that to his projection. Just for now.

And if there were days when he had no energy to put himself together, he could just project the image of his better self. Too many people relyed on him to keep it together, to stay strong. He could do it, he just needed to focus on his work. On his dream.

It was easy, just a small effort on his part, a constant flow of telepathic energy that he wasn't even aware of anymore. He couldn't remember that others didn't see a complete picture, when they looked at him.

That was, until the late evening, when Erik arrived with his group.

The students were already in bed, fortunately. Charles and the boys were having a little talk about the day's events and how everything had gone this week. The school had been open only for few months by that point, so Charles wanted to hear how the boys were coping with the knew everyday life. They had meetings with other teachers too, but the evenings were just for them four. It was time for all of them to relax.

So when five new minds suddenly appeared nearby, Charles was taken aback. So much so that he almsot dropped his tea cup, spilling hot liquid on the table. This got the attention of the boys.

"Whoa, Prof, careful there." Sean said, while Hank moved to get a towel to dry the table with. It was Alex, who noticed Charles' worry.

"What is it, professor?" He asked and even though there was one mind Charles could not feel, he knew he was there too.

"It's Erik." He answered. "In the hall."

The boys shared a look before Sean and Alex stood up and rushed out of the kitchen. Hank was about to follow them, but stopped to look at Charles, questioning what he should do.

"Go. Make sure thay don't start fighting." He told the young man, just as Alex's yell reached them.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" With that, Hank hurried out and Charles followed, wheeling himself forward as fast as he could.

He made it to the enterway of the hall as the argument started to get truly heated. Hank and Sean were holding Alex back from apparently attacking Erik with his bare hands. Angel and Janos seemed tense, Frost and Azazel in turn seemed amused. Raven looked indifferent, but Charles could tell she was upset. Still, it was a relieve to see her again, well and healthy.

Erik stood in front of his group, his expression tight, but otherwise Charles couldn't read what he was thinking. Especially with that cursed helmet on his head. The old feeling of betrayal that had followed Charles since Cuba lifted its head again and he decided that it was better to get this over with.

"The least you could have done was to knock." Charles spoke over the argument, gaining everyone's attention as he moved to the hall. He noticed Raven's shoked expression when she gasped, staring at Charles' chair. He turned to look at Erik, spiteful part of him hoping to see at least a sliver of guilt or pain in his eyes, but he wasn't ready for what he found. Erik looked completely lost, almost fearful. And that might have soothed Charles' wounded heart, if the other man's eyes weren't looking him all over. It unnerved the telepath, more so when he couldn't read the man's mind.

"Charles..." Erik sounded almost broken and he took a small step towards Charles. "Are you dying?" His question threw him completely off guard, before it finally dawned on him. Erik was wearing his helmet. Charles' projection didn't affect him. He could see exactly what shape Charles was in.

"Fuck." What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Erik seemed to realize that something wasn't right from Charles' reaction and Raven's next words didn't help.

"What do you mean?" Erik turned to look at her and the others, and finally back to Charles.

"What do they see?" He asked and Charles tried to keep some kind of control of the situation.

"Erik, what are you doing here?" But Erik had none of it, walking past the boys, freezing them with any metal that they were carrying to get to Charles.

"Charles, what do they see? What is going on here?" He demanded, his confusion turning into anger.

"Oh, that's what it was." Frost mused, before she straightened her posture a bit and tilting her head to side. "Now let's see here..." Before Charles could do anything, he could feel Frost's telepathic touch inside his mind and with a precise cut, she stopped the flow of his continuous projection.

"Hey!" Charles glared at the other telepath, but it was too late. From everyone's shocked expressions he knew that they all could see him now.

"Charles?"

"Professor?"

"What the hell?"

Everyone's reactions started to overwhelm him. This wasn't supposed to happen. How was he supposed to fix this!?

"Charles, are you actually dying?" Raven's worried voice made him get somewhat back on track. He had to do some damage control, that was only thing he could do.

"Don't be silly, I'm just little tired." He reassured her, but she didn't look convinced and neither was Erik.

"You are not just tired, you look like shit." He pushed and Charles pushed back.

"Why thank you, Erik. Why don't we shoot you into the back and see how you'll look afterwards." It was a low blow, but got Erik to back off. Honestly, Charles didn't have much idea how he looked. He had started to avoid mirrors ever since he got back from the hospital.

"Professor, how long?" Hank sounded betrayed, and Charles felt terrible about it.

"I'm truly fine Hank." He said, but knew that it was not enough.

"You are clearly not fine." Alex's words were almost desperate. Charles might have founded them funny in some other time, but now they only twisted the knife that had been pushed into his heart.

"Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped." Sean asked and the boys' worry and support should have comforted Charles, but it only seemed to make things worse. Everything he had been building, everything he had fought for was crubling down and he had to do something, anything to save it.

"I am quite capable to take care of myself, no need for you to worry about me." The words came out harsher than he had intended and the boys looked hurt by them. He had to talk to them later.

"So you've been lying to them all this time?" Erik asked and Charles' anger came back.

"I don't really care what you" he looked at Erik and his group. "-think about this. Now tell me, why are you here or just leave."

It was clear from Erik's stormy expression that this wasn't over. Not yet.

#barely managed to finish this #charles whump #febuwhump 2023 #charles xavier #cherik #my writing

[lithiumcreepblog]

Steve Harrington & Jonathan Byers’

The Great American Road Trip

Day 2. 07/22/1993. St. Louis, MO to Cuba, MO. (Day 1.)

List of songs they played in the music alphabet game before it got interrupted when Jonathan spotted a sign to a nature reserve:

Another One Bites The Dust- Queen

Bastards of Young- The Replacements

Careless Whisper- George Michael

Death or Glory- The Clash

Eternal Flame- The Bangles

Friday I’m In Love- The Cure

A couple of dashing young gentlemen, according to the server at a roadside diner.

“Yep, we’re definitely lost.”

“How?! We’re literally driving on one highway.”

“Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. We must’ve missed the exit a couple miles back.”

“So why the hell are we still driving, Steve?”

“Hey, it’s okay. So what if we’re lost? Let’s embrace it… it’s not like we have to be somewhere by the end of the day. Let’s just take it easy, okay? Who knows where we’ll end up?”

“Ugh, I hate that you’re right. It’s just… I planned this perfect road trip for us and I wanted everything to go well.”

“Aw, come on, Jonathan. We’re going on this awesome adventure together, that already makes it perfect for me. Who cares if we miss out on some roadside attractions?”

“I know, I know… let’s embrace the lost.”

Directions to Missouri Baking Co. from a friendly guy they met near the motel

Day 2: We didn’t get in a lot of mileage compared to yesterday, but still a lot of fun. We spent the morning in St. Louis, going around the neighborhoods. We tried both the gooey butter cake and the concrete (bad name) since everyone we met said we had to try them. Jonathan couldn’t finish his root beer concrete so I finished it off for him, but I think my butterscotch was better. 10/10 desserts. Then we got out of the city and continued on our journey. We escaped the summer heat in the Meramec Caverns, which had some really interesting rock formations. It’s weird. I never realized America could be this beautiful, but it’s only been two days and I’m in awe of all the natural beauty around me. We spent the better half of the afternoon exploring near Stanton. Jonathan also got footage of some cowboys that we happened to run into, so we’re both pretty happy. We’re finally staying at one of the historic motels along the old route, and Cuba is such a charming little town that honestly reminds me of Hawkins a bit. I’ve realized on this trip so far that it’s not the destination that makes the journey memorable, but all the moments in between– the sights, the mishaps, the jokes. We plan to make it to Carthage tomorrow… I hope I can find some more souvenirs to take home.

#stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #moodboard #ficlet #fanwork #stranger things #sj tgart #<- for tracking #this is a 10 day itinerary btw #so look forward to more bs coming your way

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Thu 11 Apr // Day 197 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

The Resident (with mum) 3x01 From the Ashes

The doctors of Chastain are surrounded by new rules and doctors, as Red Rock Mountain Medical takes over the hospital; Conrad finds himself in a dangerous situation when the construction for a neurosurgery center causes a gas explosion.

I had a feeling it was going to be Nic's sister who died. The fake-out at the beginning was mean :'( And then they blew up Karen from OTH and gave her brain cancer. Although the addition of the very dashing Morris Chesnut doing her surgery while Lil Nas X was playing did help improve the mood.

Chucky 3x05 Death Becomes Her

Chucky wrestles with his mortality, while Jake and Devon take their romance to the next level.

How are all the Collinses hallucinating the people Chucky has recently killed? Is the Damballa-voodoo-veil getting thinner as Chucky deteriorates? And Jake and Devon making time to be together away from the chaos was very sweet. Hopefully their first time won't also be their last.

Killing Eve (Remix) [x] 3x05 Up for a Game

4x04 - Villanelle is released from prison with the help of Hélène who gives her a new assignment. Meanwhile, Eve meets Hélène who confirms that Lars is in fact her target, and challenges Eve to find him before she does. / 3x06 - V asks Konstantin to join his plan to run away, but his daughter Irina hates her. Eve visits Dasha in Barcelona, who taunts her; Eve is unfazed. / 4x04 - In Havana, Cuba, V kidnaps Carolyn.

Eve-with-an-english-accent you'll always be famous. And I remember seeing the bts pics of Jodie and Fiona filming in Margate when it was a heatwave. And everyone having an opinion on her Paul Smith outfit lol. Also, Eve's strap bowling game was very hot. 🔥

One Piece 1x06 The Chef and the Chore Boy

The group is ambushed by a threat no one sees coming. After a hard-fought battle at the Baratie, Sanji finally follows his dreams while another crew member shows their true colors.

Was young Sanji also Gus SweetTooth? He has a good ear for accents at such a young age. Zeff was such a surprisingly caring papa. I can't believe he chopped off and ate his own leg just so the boy wouldn't starve. If he ever needs help braiding his funky little plaited 'tash, he can call me.

#the resident #chucky #killing eve #one piece #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 197