#do NOT look at the 950 ok

[zorionbbq]

during majima everywhere i kept waiting for majima to issue a karaoke challenge but he never did

#yakuza #yakuza kiwami #fanart #the pocket circuit part was so funny cus kiryu's like you BUFFOON. YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME IN MY OWN DOMAIN? #replaying 0 and the leisure king battle reminded me of this #kazuma 'i'm confident in my singing abilities' kiryu kills a man in broad daylight #do NOT look at the 950 ok

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Fixing each other up:

Summary: Bandaging each other up after various missions, talking about your days.

Warnings: Quite fluffy <3

Word count: Short one! 950 words

“It’s not all my fault!” You say laughing as he lifts up your top and winces at your bruises. Both you and Anakin had finally snuck away from your various post-mission debriefs. Only now, in these moments of privacy were the two of you ever yourselves. Only now could you reveal your injuries to each other, and patch each other up.

You only did it for the minor stuff, well… the non-life-threatening stuff. Both of you had a habit of getting quite beat up when you were out and about in battle and rarely did you have the patience or the desire to visit the medical wing. So it had become a ritual. Once everything official had been taken care of, you would come back to one of your quarters and give each other the care and attention you needed. It wasn't just the physical closeness of patching each other up after missions, but the emotional closeness that came with it which made it so essential for the two of you to remain close and connected.

Tonight you thought perhaps you ought to have seen the doctors, judging by the look on Anakin’s face as he bared your bruised abdomen. It was pained and shocked. Though, by the way he had been limping on the trip over you assumed he had been a bit too reckless as well.

“Whose fault was it?” His voice was a low growl, not angry at you, but whoever had hurt you.

“Some nameless droid Ani, don’t worry.” He shakes his head and looks in your kit for some cream and bandages to pack over your bruises. 

Anakin's fingers traced lightly over your bruised abdomen, a gesture filled with love and concern. "I hate seeing you hurt, Y/N."

"I hate seeing you hurt too, Ani," you replied, mirroring his sentiment. "But it's all part of the job."

He nodded, but there was a shadow in his eyes, a constant reminder of the internal struggle he faced as a Jedi. The fear of losing loved ones, and the pressures of the Jedi Code weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was moments like these that allowed him to find respite from his inner turmoil.

“What did they do? Throw you into a wall?”

“… Essentially.” 

He groaned and that made you laugh, though that latest barely a second before you were flinching from the pain. “Easy, it’s ok.” He moved his hand from your stomach to steady your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you calmed down. “I’ll grab you some painkillers.” 

As Anakin headed to the cabinet to retrieve the medication, you examined his own injuries. His face was bruised and his gait was wonky. Concern flooded your mind as you watched him. You wanted to tend to his wounds, but he was always so stubborn about receiving help. And he wouldn’t dream of you even mentioning his wounds while yours were yet unseen to. 

As he returned with the painkillers, you caught his eye and gestured towards his leg. "Let me take a look at those, Ani," you said softly. He hesitated for a moment, handing you your pills and a glass of water, making sure you swallowed them. 

“Alright” He said. You gently guided him to sit beside you on the bed and started tending to his wounds. 

"It's not as bad as it looks," Anakin assured you, but you knew better than to believe him. He always played down his injuries.

You found the necessary supplies and began to clean the wound. Anakin winced at the sting but stayed still, allowing you to work. As you bandaged his arm, he reached out and cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

You had been through so much together, and the bond between you had only grown stronger over time. As the two of you continued to tend to each other's injuries, you shared stories of the mission. Anakin told you about the droid battalion they had encountered, and you recounted your daring escape from a collapsing building. Your laughter and shared experiences made the pain more bearable.

“It was ridiculous, honestly. Obi Wan always bullies R2 but this was a simple elevator mishap, he was far too smug.”

You giggle, “Did he make another loose wire joke?”

“No but you could read it in his eyes.”

“Speaking of readings. Master Windu assigned me about a dozen files to read for our mission. Of course I read them all-“

“Of course.” He said amused.

“But none of it mattered because we were reassigned this morning.”

He sighs. “Let me guess, Windu called it a ‘valuable learning opportunity’”

“Well, there’s no such thing as useless information!”

“Ah yes, the ‘atmospheric density of Hoth’ will really come in handy one of these days.”

“It might!”

Anakin leaned into your touch, his lips forming a soft smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Y/N.”

You gazed at his beautiful face in the dim lights, his blue eyes shone. “You’d be much better acquainted with Master Che.”

“I don’t want to be better acquainted with Che.” His hand squeezes yours. 

The two of you finished tending to his injuries, and you helped him back on his feet. The painkillers you had given him were starting to take effect, and he walked with less of a limp.

"Come on, Ani, let's get some rest," you suggested, guiding him toward the bed. "We've earned it."

He followed you willingly, lying down beside you. As you settled in, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. The weight of the galaxy's conflicts was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the comforting presence of each other.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars prequels #star wars fandom #clone wars #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you

[katnisspeetaprim]

They're Gonna Know. How would they know?

Jungkook/Reader Requests Open!!

Summary: You go to Coachella with your boyfriend Jungkook, who thinks he is invisible.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of being followed.

Word Count: 950 M.list

Jungkook really thought that he was slick. The day before you left for Coachella, he’d proudly announced to you that he’d cut his bangs so nobody would recognise him at the festival.

‘Kook. I think people will still know.’ You stared at him in disbelief as you stuffed a few last minute essentials into your travel bag.

‘Ah Y/N it will be fine! Trust me!’ He assured you, fully believing you could both be inconspicuous at the event. Jungkook emerged from the bathroom shirtless and got into bed as you placed your bag by the door.

‘You finally found an outfit?’ He questioned, knowing that you had been stressing about what to wear, ever since he first bought the tickets.

‘Yeah. I just hope I look as good as I think I do in it, since it’s probably gonna be all over the internet.’ You shuddered at the thought of people sneaking photos of you. You weren’t famous like Jungkook so it took you a long time to get used to the paparazzi when you first started dating, in fact you almost broke up with him over a particular incident of someone following you home, since you were concerned for your safety. Thankfully though, everything worked out in the end. . You both met when you began working at BigHit in 2017 as an intern, having since worked your way up the ranks.

You got into bed and lay down in front of Jungkook so he could spoon you.

‘You look amazing in anything Y/N. Trust me, we’ll have a great time!’

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You and Jungkook were now standing in the middle of the crowd waiting for BlackPink to start. Your outfit went down better than expected. He had practically jumped on you that morning when he saw it.

For the most part, people were surprisingly respectful, leaving you both be, or just coming up to say hello. Though you couldn’t help but notice when people took photos of you from a distance, making you a little nervous. Some did it discreetly, trying to cover their phones, whilst others made it obvious what their intent was.

‘I told you we’d be fine!’ jungkook spoke as he placed his arm round your shoulders.

‘You not noticed the wannabe paparazzi all round us?’ You mused, turning to wrap your arms round him from the side.

‘They are just enamoured by your sexiness is all.’ He laughed, stroking your bare shoulder.

‘Shut up! Don’t say things like that.’ You groaned, subconsciously tugging our skirt down.

‘Just ignore them jagi.’ He smiled and kissed your head. You looked up to him and puckered up your lips. He chuckled at you, but never the less, leaned down and gave you a quick peck.

‘I should have bought a jacket. It’s cooler than I thought.’ You sighed as you cuddled closer into his side. You thought that you would be warm enough, given the fact that you would be in the middle of a massive crowd, but for some reason you couldn’t get warm.

‘Ah Y/N, you should have said. Here.’ He detangled himself from you and began removing his jacket, leaving him in his over sized t-shirt.

‘Kook you don’t need to. Wont you be cold too?’ You felt bad as he draped the garment round your shoulders.

‘Don’t worry about me. You know I run warm.’ He smiled brightly. ‘Besides, you can just cuddle up to me if you’re worried.’ He flashed his teeth as he grinned at you.

‘Ok then.’ You agreed and slipped your arms through the holes, pulling it closed around you, reassuming your position against him.

The two of you ended up having an amazing time at the festival. Even though it wasn’t something you usually did, the whole festival thing, spending time with Jungkook made it worth it. This was especially the case since he was now getting busier, and things were heating up thanks to his new campaign with Calvin Klein. Unfortunately, you could only stay for one day, since he wanted to be back in Korea for when Hoseok left for the military, which of course you understood.

Not even a few hours after you left Coachella, dozens of phots and videos started popping up online of the two of you. Videos of you cuddling seemed to pop off the most, everybody gushing at the cute couple. Then when people saw he gave you his coat, fans fell more in love with him.

‘He’s such a gentleman!’

‘Why can’t I find a man like that?’

And so on. Then there were the people who were making fun of him for believing that he wouldn’t be noticed because of his bangs. You had a field day scrolling through all the TikTok’s making light of the situation.

‘See! I told you!’ You exclaimed triumphantly as you showed him another video.’

‘Aish.... Why do ARMY love making fun of me?’ He flopped down dramatically at the kitchen counter.

‘It’s your fault! If you hadn’t said what you did, then ARMY wouldn’t have anything to make fun of!’ You laughed, referring back to the picture he posted, stating that he thought he would be able to attend quietly.

'Look, here’s a nice edit. They even call you a dream boyfriend!’ You showed him a nice edit in an attempt to cheer him up. Jungkook stared at the video for a second before looking over to you.

‘I am the best aren’t I?’ He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

‘Yeah sure you are.’ You got up and ruffled his fluffy hair as you walked by. ‘You need a haircut by the way!’ You shouted back over your shoulder.

#bts #bts x reader #smut #fluff #angst #one shot #imagine #scenario #drabble #reaction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Stop Teasing Me So Much 18+ Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader WC:950+ Masterlist Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: Oral Sex, Face F******, Masturbation, Trying To Stay Quiet, Strong Language(Slutty), Slight Voyeurism, Choking/ Gagging, Deep Throating, Ripping Clothes, & Teasing Synopsis: The Second Commander avoids his duties once again, but he needs to take care of himself first after seeing you fully exposed when he rushes into the bathroom. Getting sight of what your Second Commander was doing to himself You needed to help him take care of his problem.

“Oh fuck~~” Letting out a shallow whimper his hand wrapping around his cock as he was stroking himself. He could feel his muscles contract the more he stroked his cock. His cheeks were flushed with the scarlet-red color. He didn’t mean to walk in on you when you were bathing. The images of your naked frames imprinted on his mind he couldn’t control the erection in his pants. He needed to take care of it quickly. Feeling his own toes curl as his balls clenched the faster he stroked himself. 

The door to his room was slightly cracked when you wanted to go in there and talk to him. Before going in you saw him on his bed. His hand gripped his cock firmly as he was masturbating.  The hot and bothered face of the freckle face commander hearing his soft groans was too luring to you. Looking both ways down the hallway you decided to enter his room. The moment he saw you enter his room. The cherry tomato color hit his face. Jumping out of his bed quickly he tried to cover himself but with his stiff erection, it was hard to do so. He reached for his pillow “___-__ wh-what are you doing here?!” the amount of stuttering he stuttered as he saw you close the door locking it behind. 

You place your index finger against your lips “shhhhhh~~” he watches you walking closer the way your hips sway back and forth. In a hushed tone “having fun by yourself?” He had his hands still gripping on the pillow. He did a dry swallow looking down at you. “May I”  he felt you tug the pillow away from his grasp.

Tossing the pillow on the bed you could see his cock was still hard. You slowly began to get onto your knees. It was technically your job to take care of this personal matter. Ace didn’t stop you, his cock twitched as your fingers grasped around his large cock. You slowly began to pump his cock. Making direct eye contact with your commander “Let me take care of this for you, if that's okay with you.”

Ace didn’t argue or object; he proceeded to watch your hand stroke his cock. Just seeing you on your knees in front of him was a site he pictured in his mind. It would be a perfect site for him once he sees your pouty lips wrap around his cock. 

Licking the tip of his cock his cock pulsates in your hand accompanying it with a quivering moan. “Try to stay quiet ok, we don’t want any unwanted visitors disturbing us.” the soft hush tone sent chills down his spine. Starting at the base of his cock you flattened your tongue out dragging it all the way to the base. Ace could feel his eyes rolling all the way back of his head. He could tell you were teasing him as you continued to drag your tongue up and down his cock. The room was locked and now even if someone would try to interpret you both they couldn’t. “Stop teasing me so much, this cock isn’t going to suck itself” his tone was a bit more stern. The commander gives you an order, “Of course my commander.” Once your lips wrapped around his cock. You started to control your breathing, focusing on pleasing him. Your head began to bob back and forth inching his cock more and more each time in your mouth. In a rhythm, your hands were stroking him. Looking up at him, your continued to suck his cock. 

“You look so good on your knees like that, trying to act all sweet in front of people but look at you behind closed doors. I knew you had a slutty side.” he groaned, making eye contact with you as he licked his lip. Ace’s hands reached for your head “Just have your lips on my cock for now.” he held your head still as he began to thrust his cock in your mouth. Both of your hands are gripping his thighs. His cock was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a throaty moan enjoying now that he had control of how deep and how fast he could face fuck you. Tears began to form in your eyes the drool from your mouth falling onto the floor. You began to choke as you couldn’t control your breathing anymore... Your nails dug into his thighs which caused him to pull his cock full out of your mouth. The stringy saliva that connected from your lips to his cock separated. You were trying to catch your breath. 

The roused look on his face he needed more than your mouth; it was just not enough for him.  Picking you up from the floor and putting you on the desk next to the door. You were the one who came into his room and locked the door and proceeded to start things. Let the crew hear him fuck the brains out of you. The second commander of the Whitebeard Pirates knew all his duties would be put off till the following day. Seeing your leggings may be a problem with what he wanted to do. Without effort, he tore a hole in the leggings big enough to expose a wet pussy. “Just sucking my dick got you this wet?” he smirked “So slutty of you.” 

“Ace, we are too close to the door they are going to hear,” you spoke in a quiet tone. You could hear people walking down the hallway. “I really don’t care, you look so fucking hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now… but who am I kidding I’m gonna fuck you senseless _________. You think you can handle it though?”  the commander held his cock in his hands as he began to toy with your cunt brushing the tip up and down your slit. He wouldn't give you time to answer.

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[kkumawrites]

Pang! Part Sixteen: confrontation previous | next WC: 950 CW: small physical fight, slight blood, non-serious death threats

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The last thing you wanted to do was talk to Miyoung, let alone face to face. You didn’t do well with confrontation but you didn’t see much of a choice, afraid that she would take it out on Chan if you didn’t show your face. You had explained everything to Soonyoung to which he was pretty adamant on not letting you go and rightfully so. Still, you had already made up your mind, so he instead insisted that he at least come with you to be on standby. It had worried you on why he had phrased it like that, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous. 

So here you were, sitting with your best friend on a bench while waiting for the wicked witch of the west to show up. Soonyoung was smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand, only temporarily giving you some relief from your anxiety. When she finally comes into view, she’s hand in hand with Chan. You can feel your stomach plummet and for a second you think you might actually throw up. 

She saunters up to where you and Soonyoung are sitting, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Oh! Hey! Fancy seeing you guys here!” You blink at her, wondering if this bitch was for real. Miyoung doesn’t give you or Soonyoung a chance to say anything before her claws are wrapped around your wrists, pulling you up with a harsh tug. “Let’s go get something to drink! Baby, you stay here ok? We need some girl time,” Before you know it, she’s dragging you away and Chan is blissfully unaware of the dangers you’re in as he takes a seat next to his favorite hyung.

The two of you barely make it halfway across the field before she lets go of you with a shove, almost causing you to lose your balance but thankfully you manage to not fall on your face. Miyoung looks you up and down as if sizing you up, a look of disgust on her face and it sends a shudder down your spine as you uncomfortably look away. 

“Look, I’m gonna make this clear ok? After your stupid little project you delete his number, better yet, block him. You never speak to him again. He’s not interested and why would he be? He has me,” She says this so seriously, complete with a hair flip. You roll your eyes.

“We’re just friends, regardless if I am interested or not. I have done nothing to interfere with your relationship nor do I have any plans to. Don’t take it out on me or Chan that you’re insecure that he’ll find someone better.” This time you turn on her, pushing a finger into her chest. “But I swear, if you lay your hands on him again. I will make sure you never see him again,” You’re deadly serious, fire in your eyes. 

Miyoung scoffs, letting out a shrill laugh as she pushes your hand away. “You’re joking right? Are you trying to threaten me? Please, he NEEDS me. Why else would he still be with me? Besides i’m sure he knows he deserves it, if he was just a better boyfriend I wouldn’t have to remind him all the time,” 

Now normally you’re not a violent person, but you’re unable to contain your anger, your pure hatred for this girl. Without thinking, you slap the bitch across the face and you’ll never admit the small bubble of satisfaction you feel in your chest at finally putting her in her place. She doesn’t make a sound, simply pressing her palm against her reddening cheek. When she moves her head to look back at you there’s a smile on her face that utterly confuses you. 

Before you can register anything she decks you straight in the face, the impact of her fists against your nose is sickening and you stumble back, surprisingly able to stay up on two feet as you clutch your nose. You can vaguely hear someone screaming your name in the distance but you’re more concerned in making sure she didn’t break your nose as your fingers press against the appendage. It stings so bad and tears start to well up in your eyes. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Sooyoung's yelling at Miyoung who’s now cradled against Chan's chest, fake crying about how you slapped her. 

“Hyung! Back up!” Chan tries to defend his girlfriend but Soonyoung is seething. “Look, I don’t know what happened but Y/N hit her first!” 

“I don’t give a fuck! If your girlfriend broke her nose i’ll kill you,” He growls over at them and Chan’s quick to walk away, not wanting to deal with the situation anymore, more focused on Miyoung. Soonyoung’s fists are curled at his side as he watches them walk away, the audacity that Chan wouldn’t even check if you were ok.

“Soonie…” You mutter pathetically from behind him and he whips around fast, watching you with tears streaming down your face at the pain. He’s quick to come over and cup your face in his hands, checking the damage Miyoung did. When he peels your hands away from your face he curses as he sees blood dripping from your already bruising nose.

“Shit, your nose is bleeding. Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry- I don’t know what came over me…I just couldn't stop myself,” Your voice is slightly nasally as you come back to clutch at your nose. 

“It doesn’t matter right now. Come on, let’s get you to the clinic, I swear to god if that bitch broke your nose i’ll kill both of them,” 

“Damn…Seungkwan was right, that bitch has a nasty right hook,”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen smau #seventeen social media au #svt smau #svt social media au #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen series #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst

[fornasedensgudar]

Have you forgotten her?

Do you know her name?

Who is she?

The goddess Ilmr.

(Pardon my bad english, not my first language)

Shes listed as a goddess and occurs in skaldic kennings in the 10th and 11th centuries, and were likely about to be forgotten and lost to all time.

Her name and mystery intreeged me and my fiance, so we did some witchy trans work and see what we could find and then compared, and we both came down to:

"Goddess of change, opens portals to helheim.

Protect the dead and give a safe passage.

Maker of scents to calm the dying. Half sister to Eir. Cold, alone and missunderstood.

Helps you re-think situations and see diffrent outlooks.

Half asir and half jötunn.

Perhaps listed as a disir and a valkyria."

(This is our UPG so take it as you may, its ok if you see her diffrent.)

But also, Not to far of I say so. If you look at some of the very little we have about her and some theories scholars have.

Like most goddesses her name hints to her role. But we are not sure what it means? Some say ilmr means "pleasant scent". This is strange for a goddess/valkyrie but another of her name some say could etymologically related to almr, meaning Elm tree. A tree that on iceland would then ben a rare and more and more rare thing to see along with most trees after the first settlments. Wich might be why she was forgotten, if she is the goddess of the Elm and the Elm becomes rare and travel to places where the elm grow and pepole know of her, then she becomes more and more unknown.

Another intresting thing about the Elm is that in folklore all over Europe its associated with death, something thats rather intresting when looking to a skald from 950s with the kenning "jalmr Ilmar" meaing "Ilmrs alarm". A nother hint to this is that Ilmr may be related to the noun jalmr (noise).

Also, in "Bjarnar saga Hítdælakappa" Bjarnar calls the disir that tells him about his comming death for "Ilmr armleggjar orma". Meaning sort of "ilmr of the armrings". Another thing hinting to her work in death.

So what do you say? Goddess of good scent? Or death? I say why not both? Of lovely scents and with incense we give thanks to spirits of the dead and their Guardian Who guides them to the next realm. With a lovely scent she calms the dead. She who screams in allarm on the battlefeald, goddeass of the Elm. She who helps those Eir could not.

Ilmr.

Here it up to us, the modern polytheistic community to remake as well make something new. Traditions and gods change and its we Who write the history as we work with and learn more about these gods. ((But remeber to make it clear whats UPG and whats based in old sources))

So what do you say?

Do you know the name Ilmr? And how do you see this forgotten goddess?

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[thrawns-babygirl]

ok let’s be honest here. Crosshair would 110% have you do a little show for him in your lingerie. think us crosswhores could get a fic of that?

He absolutely would. 110%. I love this idea so much. Hope you enjoy it anon <3 I loved writing this one. Flustered Crosshair does so many things to me so I made it a lil self indulgent, hope u dont mind <3 proofread but im tired as hell so let me know if there are any mistakes.

Rating: E Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Grinding, Praise Kink Word Count: 950

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Crosshair had seen glimpses of it while you were out at 79’s with him and his brothers, your cute little ensemble that was waiting for him once he got you back to your apartment away from prying eyes. Every time you would move your legs, he would get a peek of the lace that adorned the top of your stockings beneath your criminally short dress.

Finally, he is back at your place, sitting on your plush sofa in just the bottom half of his blacks as you finish up in the fresher. His cock has been half hard all night, but when you enter the room in your lingerie all his thoughts leave his head as he takes you in. You’re clad entirely in black lace, your bra pushing up your ample cleavage, your panties covering next to nothing, and your stockings are held up by thin leather straps.

You saunter over to him, still wearing your heels about to take a seat on his lap when he stops you.

“Put on a little show for me doll” he purrs out at you, lounging back into the cushions of your couch, eyes raking over your form.

Smiling, you twirl, revealing the swell of your ass to him, fully uncovered thanks to the lacy black thong you wear. You turn away from him, bending over to undo the straps of your heels, putting yourself on full display for him.

“Kriff…” he breathes out as you slowly undo the straps of one heel, then the other. You slowly stand back up to your full height before kicking off your shoes and turning to face him. He’s still lounging back in your couch, one hand along the back rest, the other palming his bulge through his blacks as you take long strides towards him.

He’s enraptured by the way you move as you approach him. You stop directly in front of him and begin to sooth your hands over yourself, thumb hooking into the band of your panties to teasingly slide them down your hip before stopping and running them back up your body and squeezing your breasts together. He lets out a shaky exhale, moving the hand that was resting along the back of the couch to run it up along your stocking clad thigh, pausing at the top where the garters were holding them up, flicking the fabric against your skin.

“You look… stunning” he whispers as he continues running his hand up your leg towards your now soaked panties. Running one of his long fingers along the fabric he lets out a low groan when he feels how wet you are. You smirk down at him before you move to straddle his waist, placing your clothed core over his still covered erection and start grinding. His hands go to your hips, head leaning back into the couch as his eyes close at the sensation.

“Kark doll… you can make a man finish in his blacks like this” he grunts out, moving his hips against yours with more force.

“The maybe a man should get out of his blacks” you tease as you rise up off him slightly so that he can pull his pants to his thighs, freeing his weeping erection. You go to stand so that you can take off your panties but he stops you with a tight grip on your waist.

Before you can question him, he’s moving the tiny piece of fabric to the side and sliding himself into you in one sharp thrust. You both groan out in unison, the feeling of your walls stretched out around his girth was euphoric. His head falls forward as you begin riding him, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, fingers tangled in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re so- Big Cross kriff” you pant out and he groans, thrusting up into your tight wet heat. You feel his long arms wrap around your body and pulls your body flush against him, holding you still as he begins fucking up into you, the curls at the base of his cock creating delicious friction against your clit as he has his way with you.

“Keep talking like that princess… tell me how good I make you feel” he grits out, eyes closed with furrowed brows, breathing heavy. The sound of your praise while you looked like a goddess above him sent shocks of pleasure down his spine, the thought that only he could make someone like you feel so good making him increase his already frantic pace.

“You make me feel so k-karking good Cross… your massive cock r-ruined me for other men” he groans and gives a particularly hard thrust at the last part, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He keeps up his punishing pace as you whimper and moan on top of him, closer to falling over the edge.

“K-keep going…” he grunts, pace faltering as he rapidly approaches his own release.

“No one can- Uhng- no one can make me cum as hard as you can Cross-” you let out a loud moan. His constant pounding of that spot inside you has your muscles tightening around him as your orgasm crashes over you and you writhe in his grip.

He lets out a loud moan, one of the loudest you’ve ever heard from him as he empties himself inside of you. He pants, resting his forehead against yours as you both try to get your breathing under control.

“So… you like the outfit?” you ask after a moment, and he laughs. One of his rare genuine laughs as he opens his eyes to look at you.

“You could say that...”

@where-is-my-mind-tho@starborncyare@antishadow2021

#bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader smut #crosshair x you #tbb crosshair smut #bad batch crosshair smut #bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader smut #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #tbb smut #bad batch smut #the bad batch smut #tbb x reader

[tainted-liquor]

'Carving Our Love˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Pavitr Prabhakar x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: None! W/C: 950 A/N: Listen idgaf. TODAY YOU GOT AN AFRO!!

"So how far is this place exactly?" You heard your boyfriend Pav ask through the quiet whistling of the winds and trees. Around 30 minutes earlier, the two of you decided to go walk to a 'nearby' field to carve your initials into a tree and hang around for a little while. "It's not too far, like another 5 minutes maybe." You shrugged while you spun your pretty pink butterfly knife between your fingers. You sighed in annoyance as you felt the silky white scarf you wore around your forehead to compliment your gorgeous afro shift and loosen slightly. Your absolute heaven-sent boyfriend noticed your shift in attitude, asking you a sweet and polite "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Oh it's nothing, love, my scarf just keeps loosening every time I move my damn brows" you huffed as you pushed your scarf back in place as gently as you could so you wouldn't ruin your edges. You slowly approached the summit of a grassy hill, decorated with 2 lone trees and a now run-down dirt pathway. "We're here!" you chirped as you did a small happy dance before sprinting up the hill. Pavitr giggled as he sprinted behind you, watching as you threw yourself up the grassy peak and gently leaned your shoulder against the tree farthest to the right. "We can either do this one or that one!" you instructed as you pointed the tip of your knife to both trees.

He looked between the seemingly two identical trees before pointing to the one you were leaning on with a bright smile. "Hmm…This one!" He cheered as he eagerly leaned against the opposite side of the tree, resting his palm on the rough bark and leaning over to make sure he was able to see you. "Ok, let's…ugh." You huff as your scarf slides smoothly off of your head, lying loosely around your neck. Pav immediately rushes over to you, gently tying the soft silk back around your head. You noticed how careful he was being, rather than the usual speedy two-second tie he had been doing since you'd met him.

Pavitr must've sensed your slight confusion, chuckling to himself and muttering a small "I don't know the word for these in English, but I know you're supposed to be careful to not mess them up!" he shrugged as he finalized the knot, carefully tugging to make sure that the scarf wasn't planning on falling again. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to, but it smacked you like a truck when he realized that you were referring to your edges. You giggled as you gave Pavitr the pink butterfly knife, watching as he slowly etched out a wide heart in the center of the tree. "These are called edges, my love. Or baby hairs, but they're just the hair at the tip of my hairline styled! It helps add a lil bit of style to my hair," you explained with a small grin.

"Ohhh!" He silently gasped as the gears in his brain slowly began turning again, passing the small knife back to you so you could carve your first initial into the tree bark. "Can you do mine then!?" he asks eagerly as he puts a hand in his hair, jokingly ruffling it like a madman and posing like a vogue model. "I think they'd look great on me! Just like they do on you, Jaan!" he muttered out in between giggles. You rolled your eyes playfully, carving the last few lines in the tree as you finished carving a small letter into the bark. "You get on my nerves, you know that? Fine, I'll do them when we get back to my room." You chuckled as you sat on the grass, wrapping both arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees.

He smiles warmly, humming to himself as he carves a very fancy 'P' into the deep oak. He then etched a small plus sign between the initials, drawing cute little hearts around the eternal signature you two had created in the 'sands' of time. He joined you as you sat on the grass, gently leaning his head on your shoulder as you mindlessly ran your fingers through the pointy blades of grass. You felt the gentle and crisp wind leave its version of small kisses against your bare arms, shuddering as they left goosebumps in their trail. While you were busy enjoying the comfortable silence and the orange hues of sunlight, your boyfriend analyzed and basked in your ambiance.

He watched through thick lashes as your earthy and gold jewelry glimmered against the warm rays of the sun, creating a beautiful disco-ball effect against your brown skin. Pav always loved spending time with you, escaping from the absolute chaos that was his universe and suffocating himself with your presence. But you didn't know that, you just thought he moved here from Mumbattan. So when the sun began to set over your family's cozy house, you two disappeared from the habitat of your room and went to find something to do together. You gently laid your head on top of Pavitr's, looking at the seemingly small city below you.

You spent the next few hours like that, watching the world move forward without the two of you as you froze yourselves in time. When the warm summer-colored sky turned dark and blue, you two raised yourselves from your spot and began your descent back down the hill. Stuffing the pink butterfly knife in your back pocket while Pavitr threw one arm around your shoulder, holding you as close as possible.

"I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too Pavi."

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I gotta figure out how to tag some of you cuz its not letting me😭

#atsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved #pavitr x reader

[writing-rat]

Escape Girls

Pairing: Camila Montes X Reader

Content Warning: My writing, fluff

Word Count: 950 Words

Summary: You and Camila escape Owl Cove with the others when you are in love

NOTES: THIS TOOK ME 3 REWRITES, I TRIED! MOTIVATION IS LOW BUT IT'S SLOWLY COMING BACK

It was an eventful time at the Owl Cove Nursing Home since their was a group of 4 people trying to escape. There was JP, who was determined to get home, get his mom out of detainment as well as find his sister. There was also Camila who interested you most due to her personality, and also you was wondering if she was gay. She always sat down like a queer person after all. There was also Big Mac, who was just wanting burgers and there was Micah who was dating JP. You was part of another group but after arguments broke out with you and your group, you were forced to move groups to JP’s group. The welcomes you got were warm, minus for Camila’s, her just silently staring at you up and down. That nerved you but you didn’t say anything, just introducing yourself and why you was sent over.

It took you about 2 weeks before you were invited into the plan after passing their test of trust and for Camila to finally be kind to you. You were pleased to say, the girl looking cool to you as well as a strong person. The plan to escape so far was to use the keys JP had, exit the room then hide in the roof while crawling around the vents. JP volunteered to do it himself until Camila commented how she was one of the smallest and she would do it. Soon, everyone was in the girls bathroom, pushing a tile out before Camila stood on the toilet lid and smirked before she was looking down. “Want to join me Y/N?” She asked. She had noticed how much you didn’t want her to go up. You gulped but nodded as you helped her get in, before you was also helped in, Camila holding your waist as she pulled you into the vent. You blushed hard before you both were crawling inside, being quiet. 

“What are we looking for?” you asked quietly, looking at her. “An exit or something,” she mumbled back as she kept searching around, you following as you couldn’t help but stare at her ass. “Stop staring, I know the trousers make my ass look great,” Camila responded sassilly. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” you gulped out then looked away, embarrassed you was caught. Camila just smirked before she suddenly stopped, causing you to bump face-first into her ass this time. “Sorry,” you sqeaked out even more embarrassed but Camila rolled her eyes as she was nodding to you then pointed. There was an entrance. “Tell the others,” she spoke. You nodded and did as told.

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That started off with you all becoming roommates once you were all in college and away from Owl Cove Nursing Homes. You and Camila at first were neutral, before you became friends. That was at least until one night when you and Camila went on a walk around town before going to a restaurant. You both talked there and before you knew it you was at the park. There, in middle of the grass, was a picnic with wine and glasses, shocking you. She was looking away embarrassed before she faced you. “I… know we didn’t start off positive but I was hoping we could go on a date…” Camila confessed. “I was admiring your beauty from afar before you joined our group, and I didn’t know how to react so I acted cold, not caring. When we moved in together and had film nights and everything… I slowly came to accept them. I hope you accept this, but it’s ok if not,” she added on, finally breathing. You just smiled and kissed her forehead before you nodded. 

“I accept,” you spoke and kissed her cheek again.

That’s how the 2 of you got drunk after a confession and just stared at the stars, holding hands.

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3 years after the confession and you had your own place. You were currently in the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner when you peeked out after hearing the front door open. You smiled seeing Camila walking through the door, wearing her usual uniform. She was wearing some old, ruined jeans with a tanktop that was covered in some brownish liquid. Oil. “Hello my hot mechanic,” you complimented her, a tired smile shot your way from her as she slipped her work boots off, going over to you and collapsing into your arms. You held her gently as you kissed her forehead, angling yourself so you could grip the spoon and stirred the sauce. “It’s spaghetti for dinner love,” you explained.

“Thank you honey,” Camila mumbled out as she was yawning and held on tighter, the smell of sweat and oil strong against you. “Go shower and change and dinner will be ready for you, after that we can watch a film,” you explained to the small girl, who eagerly got out of your arms and went to shower. She loved her films after all.

You smiled, finishing the food and plating it out. Camila came out with a pair of boxers on and one of your t-shirts then, as she was drowning in it. She looked adorable.

Eventually dinner was finished with barely any conversation due to Camila being tired, and being ‘vulnerable’ as she was cuddled up to you. You smiled, soon lifting her from the seat. “Want to watch Bambi?” you teased her.

“Noooo, I don’t want to cry at Bambi’s mother’s death!” Camila whined out, causing a stifled laugh to come out from your mouth. 

“Alright, let’s watch Encanto then, hm?” she asked. Camila nodded, smiling as she was happy with life.

Somehow Owl Cove was good for you two…

#ratboy writes #ratboy writing #camila montes #camila montes x reader

[spicy-picklez]

heyy ✨ love your writing! I noticed you said you'd be happy to try more of Gwen's characters and I was wondering if you could do something for Miranda? Something with lots of cuddles, maybe after a bit of an angsty situation? tysmmm 💕

Hey Anon!

Thank you so much! It’s only a short one sorry, It’s my first time writing Miranda in my stories so I’m still not overly confident but I loved writing it. Miranda’s so precious!

- Picklez

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I Can’t Lose You

Includes:

Mentions of shooting, guns, coma, hospital. Soft Miranda cuddles. (I feel like she’d give the best cuddles)

Characters:

Miranda Hilmarsson x fem!wife!reader

Summary:

It’s Miranda’s first day back at work and you’re anything but calm and relaxed.

Word Count:

950

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A/N: LOOK AT HER! SHE’S SO PRECIOUS!!!!🥰🥰

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It’s Miranda’s first day back at work since coming out of her coma after her near-death shooting seven months ago. You were a nervous wreck, seeing her in that hospital bed terrified you. Many times you were asked if you wanted to turn off her life support, at the beginning of it you straight up refused. However, as the months went on, your hope that she’d make it started dwindling. You still remember the day she woke up, it was the most relief and emotion you’d felt in your entire life. Lying in the makeshift hospital bed next to her, you’d heard a very hoarse, almost silent, “Y/N?” You were by her side in a second, her hand clutched in yours, tears streaming down your face.

In all honesty, you didn’t even want her to go back to work but she’s always been determined. Now that she is, you’ve been a nervous wreck all day. You can’t help your shaking, sitting in a ball on the couch, switching between playing with your wedding ring and looking at the time. 6.08pm. She finished at six and your apartment block isn’t far away from the station, she should be back any minute. Blankly staring at the door, you can feel your heartbeat increase. 6.11pm. Why isn’t she back yet? She should be back by now.

Hearing the key turn in the lock, you leap up from the couch, running into her arms before she even has a moment to step through the door. “You’re ok!” The breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding is finally released in a gush of air as you pull her in tight. “Woah! … Hun, I’m ok, I promise.” Looking up at her, you press your lips to hers, desperately pulling her body against yours. “I missed you.” Her gorgeous smile spreads across her face, a happy chuckle escaping her as her hands cup each side of your face. “I missed you too, my love.” Her thumb gently strokes over your cheek as she wipes away a stray tear.

“Come on, I want to at least get out of the hallway.” She says, her gentle smile looking down at you. You nod as she takes your hand in hers, pulling you into the apartment. Helping her get into her comfy clothes, consisting of a low cut gray top and short pink shorts, you softly pepper kisses to her shoulders. You pull her into bed with you, your hand gently brushing over her exposed collarbone as her arms wrap around you.

Her blonde hair, once neatly slicked back for work, is now messy, many strands falling over her eyes. Brushing them back behind her ears, you place a gentle kiss to her forehead, her gorgeous grin spreading over her face. “I was so worried about you.” Your voice is barely louder than a whisper, yet you can still feel like it's about to break. She presses her lips to yours gently. “Love, I’m not going anywhere. Not even a bullet can take me away from you.”

Your head rests on her chest, her hand gently stroking through your hair. “Oh! You know what happened today?” She says, a giddy grin pulling at her lips. “Mmm?” You look up at her, your chin now gently resting on her bare skin. “She had too much wine with Pyke last night and came in really hungover so Chrissy decided to connect her phone to the station’s speakers. Despacito was playing on repeat for 12 minutes, each time with increasing volume before Robin finally threw her coffee mug at her.” She was struggling to hold in her chuckles, her face lighting up at memory. You can’t help but laugh, you could easily see that happening. Robin tends to lash out when she’s aggravated and Chrissy well… loves pissing her off till that happens. Chrissy is a fellow detective at the station, Robin and her have always had a friendly rivalry going.

“That’s hilarious, babe. Was the coffee mug at least empty?” Miranda has to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing as she shakes her head, her gorgeous grin lighting up her face. “No, Chrissy had a coffee stain on her shirt all day.” Her voice gets increasingly higher pitched as she says this, bursting into a giddy chuckle at the end. Both of your bodies shake, convulsing with laughter.

God you love her laugh. Her face always lights up, she looks absolutely gorgeous when she’s happy. It was one of the many reasons why you fell in love with her. Her laugh, her smile, her personality, she’s so fiercely loyal, and she’s always giving everything her all. In your eyes, she was the most perfect, beautiful woman in the world. It’s impossible to feel sad around her because she knows exactly how to cheer you up and you love her for it.

“I love you.” You say, now pretty much lying on top of her, your arms resting over her shoulders. Her lips come to yours, soft and tender, a grin growing on her face. Her arms, overlapping on the small of your back, pull you in closer. “I love you too.” She whispers as you pull away, resting your head on her chest.

Closing your eyes, you smile as the familiar scent of her wafts up your nose. She always gives the best cuddles, enveloping you with her love. It’s impossible not to feel safe and comforted when you’re with her. Both of you sigh contentedly, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace. Her hand reaches up to stroke through your hair again as she occasionally lays a kiss to the top of your head.

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#miranda hilmarson #top of the lake #woman x woman #gwendoline christie

[geoledgy]

OH OH OK I GOT A QUESTION. whats the youngest like, volcano in the san francisco volcanic field

Sunset Crater!!!!!!!!! My favorite volcano everrrrrr, it erupted around the year 1050 so it's very recent in geologic terms - it's about 950 years old. It also means the San Francisco volcanic field is still active (not Sunset Crater though, that is a cinder cone so they only erupt once and then it's over - we call that a monogenetic volcano). Sunset Crater National Monument is managed by the NPS near Flagstaff. The red is from oxidized basalt (contains iron). Also, the Sinagua people in the area witnessed the eruption, safely evacuated, and eventually relocated to areas like Wupatki and Walnut Canyon due to volcanic soil allowing the areas to be farmable. I am a volcanologist so I understand the in-depth geology of Sunset Crater better than the historical and cultural significance, but I do recommend doing your own reading on it if that interests you too cuz I always think it's incredibly neat how human and volcanoes are so intertwined with one another, one way or another.

btw...Sunset Crater also makes a lot of "cameos" in my story Uranium Rush cuz the fictional town of Sandstone Springs is nearby it. If you ever see me draw a reddish looking volcano cone in the desert that isn't the San Francisco Peaks (Very large, jagged, has snow) it's most likely Sunset Crater! Anyways...from my understanding, every hill in Northeast Arizona is actually a cinder cone, so I think that is super neat...and there's like 600 of them in the area.

Also, SP Crater is the 2nd youngest at about 5.5k - 6.0k years old, still seems pristine bc its crater rim is compose of resistant lava. (Sunset Crater has a tiny bit of crater collapse which you can see on the left side in the previous image)

Thank you so much for the ask!

#asks

[mattybraps10]

He Could Be The One | Trevor Zegras x Reader

Summary: When Jack Hughes takes his best friend y/n on an amazing summer vacation to Los Angeles, Y/n has to learn to navigate the beautiful beaches of California and try not to ruin her vacation fighting with her new housemate.

Word Count: ~950

By: M

part two | part three

PART ONE: California

Summer had started off slowly for y/n. She had finished her second semester of college, her major still undecided. She felt as if she was aimlessly wandering through life, so, when her roommate and best friend, Jack Hughes had asked her to accompany him on a trip to Los Angeles, who was she to say no?

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"Ok, y/n are you sure you have everything?" Jack asks me for the third time today.

"Yes! I still have everything… Nothing has walked out of my bag within the past five minutes I swear" I say, trying to hide my laugh.

"Fine, but when you forget something I am not going to rush out and buy you a replacement."

"Whatever J," I roll my eyes.

When we land in LA, I can't help but look through the airport with my eyes wide. This isn't my first time traveling, but, every new place I visit is so full of life that I can't help but find myself starstruck.

"L/n, come on!" Jack calls, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Wait… Jack, where are we staying?" I ask, having realized I had no idea what our plans were for the trip.

"You'll see." He says before he grabs my arm and hails a taxi.

I put my headphones on as the taxi driver pulls the car away from the airport. I shuffle through my music, looking out into the city that would be my home for the next 3 months. Jack had told me in passing that we would be visiting some of his hockey friends to which I just nodded, not bothering to ask who. It's not that I don't care about hockey, I do, but I quickly got over being starstruck by the players when Jack got drafted. Before I can fully process the weight of being in Los Angeles for the first time, we arrive at a very nice house.

"Is this where we're staying?" I ask, my voice threaded with awe.

"Oh- uh- yeah. I thought we could stay with Z since he offered and his roommate is away for the summer."

"Z? You didn't tell me we were visiting him… Why?"

"I mean- you didn't ask?" He says scratching the back of his neck, clearly worried I'm going to yell at him.

He knows that Trevor and I don't get along, but, for the sake of the trip I decide to try to keep the childish behavior at a minimum. I will, however, be having words with J about this later. Before I can yell at Jack, the front door opens, and someone I don't recognize walks out. He seems nice enough, and I find myself drawn in to look at the freckles dotting his face in varying shades of brown.

Jack pulls me from my thoughts by greeting the man in front of us, "Oh! Hey Jamie! I thought it was just Trevor at the house for the summer."

"Yeah it was supposed to be, but my family decided to go on a trip with my brother, and I don't really feel up for constant travelling." The man, Jamie, responds.

"This is y/n by the way…" Jack says gesturing towards me.

"Hi." I wave.

"Hi." He says softly, as he does a half-wave back.

We grab our bags and walk into the house. The interior is even more beautiful than the outside of the house. We walk into the living room, leather couches surrounding the largest tv I have ever seen. The floorplan is open, so, I scan the kitchen. Beautiful white marble counters line the walls, with an island in the center. The fridge and oven are state of the art, and I make a mental note to bake something while we're here.

"Trevor, they're here!" Jamie calls up the stairs.

"Oh hey… I didn't realize you'd arrived." He says politely, walking down the stairs. "I also didn't realize she would be here." She being me of course.

"Hm. Lovely to see you too Trevor." I smile at him.

"Trevor." Jack says in a sharp tone. "I told you she'd be here, and if I remember correctly you actually said-"

"OKAAAAY. So now that we have all the pleasantries out of the way…" Trevor starts, promptly cutting Jack off. "We actually only have three rooms because I wasn't expecting Jamie to be here, so someone's sharing, and it isn't me."

"Actually. I think you and Jack should share since Jamie has a room, and I, being the only girl here, should get my own room." I say, stepping towards Trevor.

"A girl? Oh really? I hadn't noticed." Trevor rolls his eyes, "oh and there's no world in which I'm sharing a room with Jack. He talks in his sleep." He adds, crinkling his nose.

"I do not." Jack defends, looking towards me for support.

"Oh you most definitely do." I laugh.

"Well, I mean I have no problem sleeping on one of the couches down here so y/n can have her own space…" Jamie says, surprising me, as I had forgotten he was even there.

"Oh. No. No. I can't ask you to do that. No way. But, for the record not staying with Jack either, he really does talk."

"Ok so it's settled, Jack gets his own room, which means you, my friend, are staying with one of us." Trevor says wrapping his arm around me.

I promptly shove his arm off of me and step back. "Ok, so basically I'm stuck with you then Z since I just met Jamie."

Trevor smirks at me, but, before he can open his mouth I grab my bags and head upstairs to the room he had come out of earlier, yelling down the stairs about how I get the bed and he gets the floor.

#trevor zegras #hockey fanfiction #enemies to lovers ?

[sequinsmile-x]

Hello sweet and talented girl!!!! A major congrats to you for 500 followers 🥳 I was hoping to request #43 of the handholding prompt because it’s sweet and wholesome. Something gentle that Hotchniss would def do even absentmindedly. Proud of you, babe!! 💜

Ohh thank you bestie <3 that means so much!!

I hope you enjoy this! This got...hella fluffy!!

43: raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

Details on how to submit a prompt can be found here, along with a list of ones that have already been requested

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Words: 950

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Everyone warned her. Soft smiles on their faces as they told her to try to enjoy it, that the day would pass by what would feel like seconds. She hadn’t believed them, simply nodding in response as she thought about her wedding day, nervous anticipation bubbling in her stomach. 

They’d, of course, all been correct. 

The day had passed Emily by in a blur. Seconds melting into minutes into hours, the memory of walking down the aisle in Dave’s backyard towards Aaron was slightly hazy already. The look on his face as he saw her for the first time, his eyes on the dress she’d teased him about for weeks, forever burned into her mind, something she could see if she closed her eyes. It was everything she’d secretly dreamed it would be and more. 

It was evening now, lights strung around Dave’s backyard illuminating the space. It reminded her of JJ’s wedding, of the choice she’d made to stay. 

Something she’d done almost entirely because of the man sitting next to her. 

A tiny part of her had been tempted to take Clyde’s offer, to start again somewhere else, but she couldn’t do it. Her relationship with Aaron had been relatively new at the time, only a couple of months old when she walked into the bank to save Will with little regard for her own safety. It was when she thought she might die that she realised she had to stay. Her overriding thought at that moment was that she’d never told Aaron she loved him. Which she did the second she was outside again, wrapped up in his arms as she whispers the words against his neck, revealing their relationship to the team at the same time. 

She’d found her solid ground. A family in Aaron and Jack amongst the ruins of her old life, the very thing she was once so convinced she’d never be able to rebuild. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” 

She tilts her head to look at him. Her husband. He’s sitting right next to her, their chairs pulled together as close as humanly possible as they watched everyone else dance and have fun. Aaron has one hand on her shoulder, holding her close, and the other wrapped up in hers on her lap. She smiles, leaning in closer to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I’m ok,” she says, pausing to kiss him again, “Just a little tired.”

Aaron smiles at her, his joy undeniable as he kisses the side of her head, “It has been a long day. Want to go soon? We’re the bride and groom we can do what we want.” 

Emily chuckles at him, biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to stop her smile from spreading too far, her cheeks aching with it. She shakes her head before pressing it into his shoulder, her gaze falling back on their family and friends. 

“Not yet, I want to stay.” 

Aaron nods in agreement and follows her gaze out towards the small crowd on the makeshift dancefloor. His smile widens at the sight of Jack dancing with Elizabeth, standing on her feet as she laughs, guiding him around. 

“I can’t believe she’s letting him dance on her shoes,” Emily murmurs, having spotted what he had, “She loves him.” 

“She loves you too,” he says in response, having heard what she hadn’t said. She squeezes his hand slightly tighter, finding comfort in the feel of his wedding ring against her skin. 

“She wasn’t as bad today as I thought she’d be,” she replies, offering him a half smile, “She only complained about the venue once.” 

He chuckles, “She also took Dave’s speech in her stride. Or at least she pretended to.” 

Emily groans at the memory of it, turning to press her forehead into his shoulder, the material of his suit jacket scratching at her skin. 

“I cannot believe he told everyone we hooked up in his home office.” 

“He didn’t say it in so many words,” he replies, cupping the back of her head, his fingers curling into her hair as he leans down to kiss her hairline. 

“He didn’t have to,” she grumbles before she pulls back, her eyebrow raised as she looks up at him, “The implication was enough.” 

“You’re already thinking of revenge, aren’t you?” He asks, knowing his wife well enough to understand how her brain works. 

“Oh absolutely. I’m signing him up for-”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Dave yells over to them, cutting over her and drawing their attention away from each other for the first time since after his speech. Emily looks up and realises everyone is looking over at them, and she feels strangely embarrassed, “You have the rest of your lives to stare at each other like that, come dance.” 

“Fucking Dave,” Emily mutters under her breath, and Aaron laughs, shaking his head at her. She stands up, straightening out the material of her dress, and she turns to him, offering him her hand, “Can I have this dance, Mr Hotchner?” 

He smiles at her, his dimples making her stomach flip in a way that makes her want to say screw it and leave right now. Drag him to the very expensive hotel room she’d paid for and forget everything else except him existed. He takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles, making the effort to kiss her wedding rings too, the two rings nestled together on her finger. He stands up, linking their fingers together as he kisses her. They both ignore the playful complaining from their friends and family as he holds her a little closer. When he pulls away he rests his forehead against hers. 

“Lead the way, Mrs Hotchner.” 

-x-

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[larkscribbles]

Afterwards

[Ao3] 950 words

Link could not sleep and Tatl knew he needed the rest, the relentless hour-after-hour pace of their quest had finally got to him. She tried to open up to him and he actually returned the favour, much to her surprise.

O==[]===========================>

The inn room was dark, the soft colours of the wallpaper muted. The preparations for the festival, the bustling town square, the sawing of wood and construction had been reduced to a muffled backdrop of sound. This was some form of reprieve. Goddesses know that’s what the boy needed. Battered and bruised, bones leaden with exhaustion. But, from the twitch of his eyes beneath his eyelids Tatl knew he was only feigning sleep. An attempt to fool himself, perhaps. Because despite everything he could still hear the slow methodical tick of the clock tower. Time ticking down. Despite the distance between them, he could feel the unrelenting fiery-eyed gaze of the mask and the moon.

Tatl descended as quietly as she could, inwardly cursing the fact she could not help but radiate light. She had some idea of what she should say - positive affirmations and encouraging Link to get some sleep. Burning the candle at both ends would just… get him killed. Hmm. Perhaps best not to say that part.

She had advanced close enough to nestle into his hat but stopped short when she noticed the tears glittering down his rounded cheeks, staining the pillow. Suddenly, his eyes were trained on her, big and blue, shining like pools of water. This was as child-like as Tatl had ever seen him, contrary to his usual persona. A look of exhaustion, defeat, being overwhelmed. The fairy halted in the air, jangling with alarm.

“I’m tired.” He croaked, voice small. Was this an admission or a dismissal?

Tatl had quickly come to suspect Link was not a regular boy, sword and horse aside. There was too much familiarity with this sort of situation. He had conquered dungeons and their trials with a clinical calm - something just short of a practiced ease. He went toe to toe with beasts and foul creatures alike, child-size sword and shield in hand. He had not offered anything in the way of an explanation. He seemed to flit from being a talkative kid who asked too-mature questions to a quiet, contemplative… for lack of a better word… thing.

“Not surprising. You should get some rest.” A pause. “The moon won’t suddenly start speeding up. You can sleep for days, if you want! Two to be exact.” Another pause. She had clearly misspoken. The humor was a little too dark, perhaps.

The boy replied with a noise between a grunt and a whine. “Can’t sleep. Not like that lullaby I learnt is going to work on me.” The brief shaky smile that graced his features disappeared in an instant, like a fleeting shadow of childhood innocence. There was the glint of the blue ocarina in one of his palms, even now. The smooth surface, a comfort.

“I can still hear it. I- there’s just too much going on.”

Who could blame him?

“Yeah. You just gotta… not think about it.” She tried, glancing to the curtains obscuring the window. “Hey uhm. I just want you to know I’m- I’m glad we found your horse. Skullkid would have never- I don’t-” She finished her sentence with a huff of frustration, then resumed jerkily. “I’m sorry about all… about how we met, ok? You- you can get that off your mind now, at least.”

A small muffled “mhm” filled the room. Link averted his gaze to the wall, golden eyelashes eclipsing his iris. “What’re you gonna do when this is over?”

Tatl bobbed uncertainly in the air. “Depends how this goes,” she mumbled in a small voice. “My brother, my friend. I don’t want to lose them.”

“You won’t.” His voice lowered, to scarcely a whisper.

“So, uh, what about you-?”

“I ‘unno. Leave, maybe? I came here looking for a friend who… left. I don’t know where she went. I don’t think she’s here.”

“Oh.”

“Her name’s Navi. A fairy. My friend. My fairy. Even though I wasn’t supposed to have one- or I was- but I’m not-” Link sat up with a grunt of frustration. His face was overshadowed but Tatl could make out how he quickly blinked his tears away. The boy took a moment to compose himself, dangling his feet off the edge of the bed. “It’s complicated.”

“Take your time.” Another poor choice of words. They both winced at the irony.

A steadying breath. His hands balled into fists on his lap, eyes trained on the floor.

“I’ve done this before. Time travel. Saving the world. Bigger jump, seven years, I was- was an adult for a bit-” he swallowed thickly, brow furrowing as his eyes danced with visions. “But it doesn’t matter now, because it all… reset and nobody remembers anything. I did my duty and now I have nothing. Nothing I did - nobody I met - everything I sacrificed - I don’t - I don’t have a home to go back to. Nobody to truly accept me. Epona is my only friend but obviously she’s not-.”

“Oh. Oh, Link- I-” She faltered, at a loss for words. This was worse than she could have imagined.

“Navi was there with me through it all - like you - she remembered. But then - she left and I don’t know where she went.” The heels of his palms found his eyes and his entire frame shook with the effort of trying not to make a sound. His voice hitched as he choked out the next part. “She left without saying anything.”

Tatl descended to his shoulder, to provide some reassuring weight.

“You’re going to leave too after this.” He breathed in a small, broken voice. “You have people to go to, you said it yourself.”

The fairy weighed her words for a moment. “I’ll tell you, before I go, I promise.”

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[pennycat83]

"Oh boy time to replay some nostalgia and play that Adventure Time and Halloween mod of Minecraft on my Switch!"

!costs £5.00* each!

"oofg bit much but I'm ok with it"

"time to play-"

!you need the Switch version of Minecraft to play this!

"well guess I should get it too"

*proceeds to get the Minecraft version on Switch*

"time to pla-"

"...this isn't the right version"

"guess I'll look up the right-"

!this no longer exists!

"...I...just wasted £10.00 on fucking nothing?"

"that's...ok just £10.00, still might be on my thing..."

"...my online download isn't part of my main version"

"....O.K. I can just get it on my current version of Minecraft, cut out the middle man, go to the store, get the game and play it"

!you need 950 minecoins to buy!

"OH KAY LEMME JUST SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FOOT LIKE I'VE ALREADY DONE BEFORE, ALREADY SHOT £30.00* BY NOW LET'S GET THE MONEY AND-"

!you have to input your password!

*barely remembers password and didn't have to do it beforehand*

The Cuphead Show! Scene That's The Good One - YouTube

*guesstimation maths

#man fuck this #fucking tumblr runs better than the switch store #fuck minecraft on the switch I had a blast on the xbox

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e11 the gamblers (teleplay: meredith glynn, story: meredith glynn, davy perez)

so had an infuriating ep, a light (in theory) funny ep, so what's up with this possible alaska excursion. recap was full of a whole mess of things including some random class of angels i forget 2 seconds after hearing it

are they truly driving to alaska

reminds me of this tiktok i saw today of a guy from the uk who lives in the us now and had his mind obliterated when he just realized how close alaska is to russia

but wait, garth says road between barrow and kotzebue, which is nowhere near each other. kotzebue is ....

ok so driving 3800 miles - on a budget, as sam reminds dean - in their like... i'll be generous and say 12mpg impala. that's 316 gallons of fuel, one way. we'll say $3/gal? $950 gas one-way? sounds like any way you slice it, that's a lot of money

lol nic, please, drop it. it's just picking alaska is so wacky because it's so so far away from the rest of the US and it's so big and so sparsely populated

DEAN What can we get for, uh, $4.60? WAITRESS Um, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee? DEAN Two forks?

SAM A-A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you? I mean, it sounds like a demon or a witch or… DEAN Or it could be awesome. It’s pool. The- the- the game of champions, kings. My game. Hell, our game. How many honest-to-goodness great memories do we have hustling pool? SAM Yeah, because we had to. To eat. DEAN Okay, well, my point is, that if pool is the way we get our mojo back, then maybe we ain’t as screwed as thought.

but how good are they at pool under the chuck whammy.

day 2, still boggling over driving to alaska. also this whole thing reminds me of the poker playing for years thing from whatever, 5x07 let's get into it

DEAN Man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born. SAM What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

seen gifs of that one, classic. even knowing it was coming, made me laugh. sam's face, perfect

DEAN Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay? We need this. And you know it. Now, look, you’re better than me at pretty much everything, okay? That’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m proud. But I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

that's very sweet. i will take it

i don't even know what's going on with this little heart-eating jack sidequest for cas

Grigori were watcher angels, some of the first placed on Earth to watch and protect humanity. They were an elite unit that turned rogue and were thought to have been wiped out. However, a handful survived and hid on Earth, feeding off of human souls.

literally only appear in 2 episodes, this one and 10x20 - one thing i really got tired of (which i also understand because the show went on for so long with so many episodes) is just piling on random lore and creatures and weapons and devices and secret societies, etc.

having the pool playing sucking away luck from nice rando humans as opposed to the witch or whatever is kind of an interesting twist. a moral quandary!

the roman goddess of luck, ok. these are the episodes i watch and almost immediately forget :p

FORTUNA When I play someone, I get a read on them. And you… you’re just a beach read. Sexy, mm, but skimmable. DEAN Beach read? Lady, I’m Tolstoy.

cringe

JACK Fair? The last one I killed was pretending to be a doctor. Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal. You do it, too. Only you like children. KABAIEL Who told you that? JACK Death.

so billie yanked him out of the empty to go kill some bad guys? okayyy??? and eating the hearts because...??? laughed out loud when cas popped up to have a sword fight?? with the angel blade

i was on board with jack and my 3 dads and i feel like this should be heartwarming but i'm just 😐

dunno why this remote alaskan bar has jazz music as a theme but whatever. cheaper than licensed music :p (christopher lennertz and philip white on music this ep)

FORTUNA When you apes first climbed down from the trees, you didn’t pray to him. You prayed to the… the sun, the womb, the rain, and the stars. Well, at first, the creator was furious. How dare you not recognize his beneficence? But soon enough, he birthed us… Ra, Anu, Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest. DEAN Why? FORTUNA Why? [scoffs] Why? To take the blame. Bad harvest? Stillborn child? Our bad. Not his. Plus, we made for epic stories. But his ego could only handle that for so long. Now he’s happy to behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal. While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

feels like they're trying to finally wedge in an explanation to how the christian god is The god, by way of like oh no, he's just some generic creator and he's actually responsible for everything in all religions which just makes my head hurt if i think about it too long

FORTUNA You little minx. You got me talking. You’re good. SAM I learned from my brother.

there is a lot of cheesy dialogue this episode, i dunno what's going on

the people matter to me. to us. i cannot take this seriously :p

EVIE Because of you. She said she thought your kind had gone extinct. SAM Our kind? EVIE Heroes.

loll. whyyy. am i just being an ass again? so cheesy!

EVIE And, uh, she gave me a message. She said, “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

okily dokily. whatever that means

awkwarrrd

sweet and weird, respectively

JACK Because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather… he’ll know I’m back, and he’ll try and kill me… again. He’s afraid of me. And that’s why we had to wait. CAS Billie kept him hidden in the Empty until Chuck went off world. JACK She let me out when it was safe. DEAN Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts? JACK Safe to do what I have to. The hearts, they were just the beginning. They made me strong, but I-I’m not strong enough. I… If I do exactly what she says, if I follow her plan, then I’ll get stronger and… I’ll be able to kill God.

LOL ok, sure. to say this season has lost me would be an understatement. i know when i'm like this i'm gonna pick at every little thing, where i let things slide a bit more when i'm fully engaged. i regularly complain about the main plots but usually i'm still here for the character beats, but i'm having a hard time staying connected with even that at the moment

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x11 #meredith glynn #davy perez #spnwhinge