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tachvintlogic · 2 years

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What's a Circle?

These other heroes were a little weird.

One of them, recently nicknamed Hyrule, was staring at an oval shaped stone in his hands. The rock was gray and looked very smooth. Sky had seen plenty of rocks just like it; there were plenty of them in the stream the group was resting by, but the hero was entranced regardless.

“Nice rock you get there,” said Sky.

“It’s so weird,” he said rubbing the surface of the stone all the way around.

Sky didn’t see anything weird or remarkable about it. “What’s weird about it?”

“It’s flat, but…” the traveler struggled to find the right phrasing. “Like here it’s flat,” he said touching the top of the stone, “but then it’s also flat here,” he said now touching the side,” but there aren’t any corners between here and here. It’s flat all the way.”

“Meaning it’s curved?”

“What’s that?”

Sky briefly wondered if that word meant something different in Hyrule’s Hyrule, or if the traveler was messing with him. “It’s round. You know, like an oval or a circle. That rock is an oval shape.”

“Oh,” said the traveler, “Ovals don’t exist in my Hyrule.”

What.

“Whatcha got there?” asked Four, the shortest hero and blacksmith.

“A rock. It’s so smooth, there are spots that aren’t parallel but there aren’t any corners between them.”

“Let me feel it.” Hyrule gave Four the rock, and Four’s eyes widened as he felt the stone’s surface. “Wooh. It is smooth. That is a smooth curve,” he said awestruck at something Sky felt wasn’t awestriking at all.

“You know what curves are, right?” asked Sky, who very much didn’t want to be the only one who knew what round things are.

“Yeah, in theory, but not at this level of detail. Everything comes out rendered as squares, but you can’t feel the corners on this.”

What?

Hyrule held out his hands for the rock, which Four gave back. Then Four started picking up other rocks in the stream. “I wonder if there’s an even smoother one.”

That was when Wind, the sailor and pirate, and Legend, the veteran, came over presumably to see what the fuss was about.

“Whatcha ya’ doing?” asked Wind.

“Trying to find the smoothest rock,” said Four, picking up a rock that was nearly a circle, “what about this one?”

Hyrule felt the new rock. “Oh, that’s very curved.”

“They don’t know what circles are,” said Sky.

“Huh,” said Legend, “makes sense. Where I’m from circles were only invented recently. Like a few years ago.”

What!?

Legend seemed to ponder that for a moment. “Hyrule and Hytopia have them. I don’t know if Holodrum or Labrynna have them yet.”

“They don’t,” said Wind, who was already searching for stones in the stream. “Only the Great Sea has genuine circles. Everywhere else doesn’t approximate very well.”

“You’ve been there too?”

“No, but I’ve raided their trade ships. Holodrum ships are more likely to surrender when we show up. Labrynna are more likely to fight, but their crews are also more likely to mutiny.”

Wind looked up to see Sky and Legend staring with terrified expressions. “What?” he asked. “I told you I was a pirate.”

“What’s a circle?” asked Hyrule.

“It’s like you have a point, and then the entire shape is every point a certain distance away from that original point. Here, let me draw it.” Legend grabbed a fallen branch and drew a circle in the dirt.

“Yeah, those haven’t been invented yet. Everything’s made up of squares.”

What? Everything isn’t made of squares; they’re made of triangles!

“No, things are made of triangles. Once you get enough triangles it looks and feels smooth,” said Sky.

“Yeah, things started being made of triangles recently, but after rendering they end up looking like squares,” said Four.

“Same for me, but the squares are small enough to not be visible,” said Legend.

“Of course, everything’s made of triangles,” said Wind. “It’s just some places they get approximated with squares.”

“But what are triangles?”

“It’s half a square,” said Legend, drawing a triangle in the dirt. “Imagine taking a square and then cutting in across the diagonal.”

“Hmm,” Hyrule nodded in understanding. “Those haven’t been invented yet either.”

“Yeah they were invented around the same time as circles,” said Legend.

“What do you mean ‘haven’t been invented yet?’ It’s just a shape!” said Sky.

Much, much later, they would find themselves in Hyrule’s Hyrule on a plateau. “Well, this is home! What do y’all think?” asked Hyrule with a toothy grin. His arms went wide, showing off the scenery of the kingdom before them.

Sky stared out at the beautiful blocky expanse, with trees and mountains and rivers all made of straight lines at 90° angles and thought back to the conversation he had the day he met Hyrule.

“Triangles haven’t been invented yet,” Sky muttered quietly.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #tach's fics #tach's ficlets #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu four #lu legend #lu wind #we are pretending hitboxes perfectly conform to the 3D models #even though they don't

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athenepromachos · 1 year

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Is it Augustman or Superwalker ??? 🦸‍♂️😍

(Once again, fabulous art from ArtStation)

#henry cavill #august walker #superman #august walker tache #king tache #the black suit #even hammerman ?#superhero bde #🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌

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motivated-by-pure-spite · 8 months

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UEUUEEUUEUE😭😭

#genshin #genshin impact #razor gi #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE #WHERE DID HE EVEN GET IT FROM??#WAS IT A GIFT??#DID SOMEONE TACH HIM HOW TO MAKE IT??#WHO WAS IT??

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bloodyholly · 2 years

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starting a fan page for my boyfriend

#he doesn’t even have the long hair or the tache anymore but look how happy he is 🥰#oh did I mention I have a BOYFRIEND?#personal

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astral-catastrophe · 1 year

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Hey, hey, Artemis Launch is happening. It's live on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMLD0Lp0JBg

#Okay this is actually very cool #I know it’s from an hour ago but I just got some bad news and coming back onto here to see this made me smile a little #I probably will watch it tomorrow. Even tho it won’t be live. I’ll just watch the recording #But thanks! There’s just a lot of shit going on and I forgot about this #And I absolutely love anything and everything space related #So now I have something to look forward to 🙂#tach <3

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13as07 · 3 months

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I’m Not Clingy

(Itachi Uchahi)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Nikolaz Saavedra]

Requested by: the-fictional-wife (kind of)

Word Count: 3,466

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

First, still fully believe Uchahi's go through withdraws when away from their loved ones. Second, Itachi is an unemotional hardass 90% of his life, so I fully believe he's a clingy soft boy with his loved one.

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"Crow?" The name rings out, half registering in my still-asleep brain.

"I'm in the bathroom, Tach," I murmur, struggling to not fall back to sleep.

"Little crow?" He calls again, his voice laced with worry.

"Still in the bathroom, Itachi," I call again, my words getting muffled when I turn the sink on.

"My little crow?" He tries again, full panic in swing. I sigh to myself, deciding to leave it be. He can survive the sixty seconds it'll take me to wash my hands.

The bathroom door slams open, banging against the wall. Maybe he can't survive it. "Crow," Itachi almost sobs, panic washing out his already pale face.

"Hello," I mutter, wiping the water off myself on the hand towel. Hands wrap around me, clinging to my nightshirt. "Hi baby," I coo, sliding my hands across his bare back.

Itachi's head buries into my neck, fingers still gripping my clothes. "You disappeared," he whines despite his effort to maintain his 'bad boy with no emotions' persona. His attempt at the normal monotoned voice he uses quickly cracks with the two words.

"I went to the bathroom, Love," I explain, lightly running my nails over his shoulders.

"I woke up and you weren't in bed. Why did you disappear?"

"Tachi, I had to pee."

"You should have woken me up." His hands loosen a bit, sliding down my shirt to cling to the hem of it.

"I should have woken you up to tell you I need to pee?" I ask, shrugging my shoulder in an attempt to look at him. He has to be joking.

Itachi lifts his head, the glow of his sharingans empathizing his panic. "Yes," he answers, his face fully serious as he looks at me.

"Why would I do that?" I sigh, dropping my head to his chest. I can't even pretend I have the patience for him right now, I'm too tired.

"So I can come with you."

"To the bathroom?"

"Yes."

I let out a deep sigh, choosing not to push the subject anymore. "Alright, Tachi."

His hands loosen again, going back to their normal lightness as he paws at my thighs. "Lay down with me."

"That's the plan."

His hands continue touching me as I slide past him, working my way back to our bed. The small walk is filled with soft gropes. Itachi's hands clinging to my arm, then my waist, then clinging to my shirt again.

After prying him off of me, I crawl across our bed, sliding under the sheets and getting comfortable. Itachi paces next to the mattress the whole time, impatiently waiting for me to get settled. Once I stop moving, he quickly crawls in after me.

I'm pawed at again, eager hands parting my thighs before he slides between them. Itachi's head rests on my stomach, arms wrapped around my leg. "What in the world are you doing?"

"Making sure you can't get up without me again."

"You're clingy, Love."

"I'm not clingy."

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"Where are you going?" Itachi whines into my hair, hands tightening around my waist as I try walking down the street.

"Tachi, you're making it difficult to shop."

"No I'm not," he huffs, but does let go of me, not completely though. He keeps a hold of the end of my cloak, his eyes burning into his clan symbol stamped into the back of it.

I roll my eyes at the clingy Uchahi, turning my attention back to my mental checklist.

Oil for Deidara's clay - check.

Pork for dinner - check.

Lined paper for Kakuzu's finances - check.

Matches for Hidan's dumb rituals - check.

Bread for breakfast tomorrow - check.

Fresh fish instead of pork for Kisme - check.

Hair pins for Konan - check.

Cloth for Sasori's puppets - not check.

I stop in my tracks, an eager Itachi using it as a chance to wrap me in his arms again. I glance up the way, scanning the market for another craft table.

How could I forget Sasori's fabric when I grabbed Deidara's oil? Why must I do the shopping? They're a group of murderers, can't they just steal what they need? Of course not because they're all dumb and don't ever remember what they need unless I ask. Oh gosh, I forgot sea salt for Pain's piercings too.

"Pay attention to me," Itachi huffs, head buried in my neck as his fingers knead at my stomach.

I let out a soft sigh, shifting in Itachi's hold. "Hello, Love," I coo, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes light up, one of his rare smiles crossing his face. "I appreciate you coming with me today," I praise, planting a handful of kisses on his nose.

"Really, Little Crow?" He whispers, eyes sinking closed and face relaxing from my soft kisses.

"Really," I answer, pecking his lips before turning away again. A disappointed huff spills from him, hand clinging to the pocket of my cloak as he trails behind me.

Itachi bumps into me as we walk, glancing at me every time he does so. He might look like a black cat but he acts like a golden retriever. Definitely a 'don't judge a book by its cover' situation.

My eyes land on a booth covered in yards of fabric. Maybe the universe doesn't hate me that much.

I work my way through the crowd of people, Itachi huffy and puffy when someone cuts off his sight of me. "Stop running away," he groans, arms around my hips and tugging me against him.

"I'm not running away. Sasori needs fabric," I explain, squirming out of his hold. He stays huffy but releases me. Even though I'm not being touched, Itachi is still very much present. He paces around me, watching as I toy with the fabrics, checking their patterns and the feel of the material. "Excuse me?" I call, looking for the booth owner.

"Yes, Dear?" A small older woman calls, pulling back one of the fabric strands.

"I need two yards of fabric. Do you sell them in half or full yards?"

"Quarter, half, full, you name it, Dear."

Itachi distracts himself as I talk to the saleswoman, his focus being on the fabric. "Crow?" He calls, lifting one of the yards so I can look it over. It's pretty, a rich blue coated in gold stars and swirls, reminding me of the night sky.

"Can I have a yard of that pattern too?" I ask the lady, motioning towards my clingy black cat. Why Itachi wants it is beyond me but it's safe to assume he wants me to sew something new for him. What a needy little Uchahi.

"Of course, Dear. Give me a couple of minutes to cut and wrap it all for you."

"Thank you!" I chirp, quickly counting out the needed amount from the stash of cash Sasori handed me. I dip into my wallet, adding the amount for Itachi's fabric before handing it to the lady. "I'm going to pop over to a different booth if you don't mind."

"That's fine dear. I'll see you soon."

I thank the lady again before walking towards the next booth in search of sea salt. Why can't Pain just clean his piercings with normal water? Another apology from the universe, just one booth over is a mineral table, covered in different-sized and colored natural resources.

"Hello," I call, walking up to the booth. I glance around it in search of Pain's dumb salt. "I'm looking for some sea salt."

"Any specific reason?" The guy manning the booth asks.

"Um... I think my friend - " that's not the right description "- dissolves it in water. He uses it to clean his piercings."

"How often does he use it?"

"Once a day I think. I have the tube from his last one," I explain, digging in my messenger bag for the container. When I find it I hand it to the man, letting him read it over. "Preferably, I would like enough to last at least - "

"Crow?" Itachi's panicked voice calls out. I turn back towards the fabric booth, a smile crossing my face as he waddles around it, shifting strands of fabric in search of me.

"That your friend?" The man asks, laughing a bit as we both watch Itachi search for me.

"That's my partner. He's a little... attached."

"Little Crow?" He says, head bobbing around as he looks through the waves of people for me.

"Anyway, I only come to town once a week or so. A week's worth would be the minimum but a month's worth would be best."

The guy nods his head, messing around with some of the minerals on his table. "Well I have a six oz tube that'll last about five months or you can get the twelve oz bottle. That should last ten months."

"What's the price difference?"

"Crow?" Itachi calls again, panic quickly soaking into his words.

"I'm over here, Love," I coo, shifting around to try and fall into his attention.

When I'm latched into his sight, the glow of his sharingans dull from the sun and concealment of his hat, Itachi quickly scurries over to me. Fingers cling to the back of my neck, forehead pressed to my shoulder when he comes into context with me. "You ran away," he whispers into my skin.

"I didn't run away. I was only - what? - ten paces away from you?" The booth manager chuckles again, smiling ear to ear at my separation anxiety-riddled black cat. "You're just clingy, Love."

"I'm not clingy."

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It's been a long week... almost two weeks since Itachi left for an away mission. He left ten days ago for some intel collection, ordered by Pain. Whether it's actually an intel mission or not is beyond me. I prefer not knowing what he does when he's away and he prefers not talking to me about it.

Despite the time apart, Pain said Itachi and Kisame would be home today. Again, whether that's true or not is beyond me. Either way, I won't mind. I miss my clinger but I think the time apart helps me keep my patience with him.

I stay busy when the boys of my focus are away. Groceries still need to be bought, food still needs to be cooked, chores still need to be done, and members still need medical attention. I like my life as a makeshift stay-at-home mom. It's like permitting playing housewife.

Besides, when all the needs are met, it leaves me free time to enjoy my hobbies. Plus the salary Pain sets aside for me is pretty nice, even if Kakuzu bitches that I shouldn't be paid for my efforts. The old man is... well... old-fashioned. He believes it's a woman's job to tend to the household and the members of said household.

"Where are you?" The old man calls, poking his head out the kitchen doors. "Your dumb shark boy and even dumber raven is home."

"Itachi's birds are crows, not ravens," I correct, turning my attention to the ninety-year-old.

"What's the difference?" He grumbles, face as pissy as ever.

"Crows have straighter beaks than ravens. They also have smoother feathers, shorter wingspans, and softer coos."

"Smartass," the money-obsessed man mumbles before leaving me alone on the porch again.

I let my attention turn back to the project at hand. "Smartass," I mimick, talking to one of Itachi's crows. He has about ten of them, I think. Maybe more. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart or to tell which ones are real.

The only ones I can tell apart are his favorite one - Akako - who somehow has a sharingan and this one that I've named Kiko. Kiko has a small bell tied around his neck with a ribbon, Itachi's way of making it easy for me to find his bird. My bird. Kiko spends a lot of time with me, keeping me company when his master is away and delivering our letters back and forth.

Kiko hops around in agreement with me, flapping his wings a bit before settling down again. "I know, right?" I huff, rolling my eyes at the old fashion-man. "He's just mad I'm smarter." Again, the bird jumps around and flaps his wings.

"My little crow, was I really away long enough for you to lose your sanity?" Itachi says, his usual monotoned voice in place instead of the needy whiney one he uses around me.

"No, Kiko and I have conversations every day," I answer, smiling at the exhausted-looking man in the doorway. "He's better to talk to than most of the Akatsuki members."

"Well, I am home. You can talk to me now."

"I think I prefer talking to the bird," I tease, once again abandoning my project.

"You don't mean that," he says, words shifting to a whimper by the end.

Itachi is quickly at my side, sunk to his knees on the porch. His arms wrap around my legs, head prompted in my lap as he rests against me. "No, I don't mean it," I soothe, fingers running through his hair and softly massaging the roots of it.

Heat rolls off of him, coating me, threatening to cause blisters even though I'm not the one with a fever. The sweat-coating Itachi makes his skin sticky, suctioning him to me without trying. "Are you sick-sick or longing-sick?" I ask, tugging his headband off. I busy my hands, smoothing his hair out and holding it in a bun before peppering kisses across his forehead. His sweat leaves a salting taste on my lips.

"Longing-sick," he mutters, fingers shaking as they cling behind my knees.

"Do you want to go lay down? We can take a nap if you'd like." Itachi hums a yes, trying to bury himself deeper into me. I swear the man would crawl into my skin if he could. "Alrighty, clinger, let's go take a nap."

"I'm not clingy."

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The weight of Itachi presses into my chest, the whole of him wrapped around me like a blanket. Arms clinging to my sides promise finger bruises to be there next time I take my shirt off. Head tucked into my neck, chest to chest as he lays on top of me.

His fever has gone down and he stopped shaking a couple of hours ago. Despite him being better, I don't have the heart to wake him. Instead, I stay still under him, letting him crush my lungs under his weight.

There's a knock at the door, making Itachi stir a bit. "Come in," I call softly, turning towards the door the best I can.

The door creaks open before I'm met with Hidan's and Deidara's heads poking into the room. "Lady Uchahi," Deidara calls, face scrunching up as he looks at Itachi. "When are you going to start dinner?"

"Ya, we're hungry and you promised yakitori for dinner," Hidan adds, also a bit flabbergasted at the sight in front of him.

"Ya, I know. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll start dinner. Are you guys going to help?"

"Yes!" Deidara cheers, making Itachi stir again. His hold loosens, bringing relief to my aching sides.

"Do I have to?" Hidan groans, sulking at my request.

"No, you don't," I answer, chuckling a little at the whining immortal. "I just figured you'd enjoy stabbing the skewers through the food."

The voodoo doll cheers up at my words, his creepy 'trying to show happiness' smile on his face. "I guess I can help." Hidan hurries away, a bitching Deidara in tow by his shirt collar.

Once they're gone, I soak in the feeling of Itachi's weight and his body heat for another minute or two before I try shimming out from under him. It takes a while and a few uncomfortable positions to wiggle out without waking him, but I do manage to get free.

My mission doesn't last long, arms wrapping around me as I go to push the kitchen door open.

"Where are you going?" Itachi whispers, sleep-filled kisses being pressed into any part of me he can reach.

"To make dinner. People are getting hungry."

"I need you," he almost sobs, rubbing his nose against my shoulder before pressing a kiss to my jaw. "Come lay back down."

"My love," I call, trying to soothe the half asleep about to cry Itachi clinging to me like a lifeline. "It'll only be half an hour. You can survive thirty minutes."

"And they can survive giving you one night off," he huffs, hands dropping to cup my thighs. "Please?"

"Tach-"

"Pretty please? I need you, Little Crow. I miss you. Just a little longer. Please?" He begs, tears spilling over and soaking into my shirt.

"Alright clingy, let's go lay back down."

"I'm not clingy," he whimpers, tears still striking down his face as he lifts me.

"If you say so, Love," I tease, wrapping my legs around his waist before littering him in soft kisses.

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"Jesus Christ," Kisame groans, getting a disappointed huff from Itachi as he pulls away from me.

After Itachi's breakdown, Pain decided to try sending me on his next away mission. It left me with a lot of prep work, making sure no one would need anything when I was gone, leaving instructions and timers to make sure everyone takes their meds, and meal prepping for everyone.

Meal prepping was probably the most work. Partly because of everyone's different diets and partly because I didn't want anything going bad while I was away. Plus, I don't fully believe any of them besides maybe Sasori can do anything besides popping a dish in the oven.

Itachi mumbles to himself but pulls away from me a bit, fingers still tangled in the ends of my hair. "I'm sorry, Kisame," I say, smiling at the tall shark man.

"It's not your fault Itachi sex driven," he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Don't say that," Itachi mumbles, nose scrunching up in disgust. His focus stays on me, playing with my locks as we continue walking. He must like Kisame if he's willing to love on me. Or maybe he's just happy he doesn't have to deal with his withdrawals this trip.

"We are getting separate rooms, right?" The older man asks, glancing between us.

"Why would we do that?" Tachi asks, hands clenching and releasing my shirt as they shift around my back. "It's cheaper to get one room."

"Because I'm not listening to you two going at it for the next week."

My cheeks heat up at Kisame's teasing, embarrassment crawling up my spine alongside Itachi's hands. "It's... we don't... Itachi is just clingy."

"I'm not clingy," he answers, trying - and succeeding - at hiding the usual whine that follows it.

“Ya, and I’m not fucking green,” Kisame mumbles, getting a glare from Itachi.

“I’m not clingy,” Itachi hisses again, hands gripping my shoulders, and tugging me closer to him, causing me to constantly bump into him as we walk.

“Ya, okay,” Kisame continues, rolling his eyes again before chuckling to himself.

“You’re not making the best case for yourself, Love,” I tease, shaking my shoulders.

Itachi’s head dips, his lips brushing my ear as he talks, “I’m not clingy.”

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Open-mouth kisses press against my collarbone, small nips following each one. Itachi is soaking in the ten minutes we have alone, hands gripping my thighs, playfully tugging them open before I let them fall closed again.

“I need you,” he whimpers, wiggling against me as his lips shift further down. His legs are tangled in mine as he grinds himself against my hip.

“I’m right here, Tach,” I hum, littering kisses across his forehead.

“Not how I meant,” he mutters, shifting himself on top of me. Itachi secures my legs around himself, pressing his growing hard-on against me. “Please?” He begs, hands slithering up my sleep shirt. He gropes my chest, impatient kisses pressed into any ounce of skin he comes in contact with.

“I thought you weren’t clingy?” Kisame calls from the now-open bathroom door.

Embarrassment climbs up to my cheeks for the hundredth time today, making my skin warm as it moves up my body. I try to ball myself up, failing miserably with Itachi still secured between my legs.

“I’m not,” Itachi mutters, hands still kneading at my breasts.

“Knock it off,” I hiss, shifting myself so my knees are pressed to his chest.

“You’re actively fondling her chest. World-class clinger if I’ve ever seen one,” Kisame says, chuckling as he flops on his bed. “Attached at the tit.”

“I’m not clingy!” Itachi bitches, tossing a pillow at his partner. Kisame and I both laugh at Tachi’s tantrum. My lovely clinger and his pet shark.

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #itachi uchiha oneshot #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi oneshot #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha

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jessieren · 1 month

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How can you not like the tache when you see these beautiful photos? (Looking at you @librawritesstuff 😉)

For all that the tache adds extra snark to Morse (and I personally love it for that alone…), Shaun actually manages to look extra soft and adorable in these

@melbows I think these beautiful shots were from Kati-D? Her pictures are always gorgeous

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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How would Rooster, Bob and Hangman all react to sharing a bed with you for the first time? (Separately of course, not all 4 together 😅)

why not all together eh dear anon 😏

but this is a very good question! and i’m gonna go with the one bed trope and you’re not actually together, cause god, what a trope! 💖

a/n: part two for all four of them here!

i hope you enjoy the below! 💌

Bob. He would be so polite and incredibly respectful. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom. I won’t look, promise.” You giggle as you pull your shirt over your head. “It’s okay, Bobby. We’ve all changed in front of each other before.” He takes one look at your bare back and his brain turns to mush. He’s never seen your skin in such an intimate way before.

When you roll over to him in the night he freezes up, but when you wake up in the morning nuzzled into his chest and his arms around you, you can’t help the blush running hot over your cheeks. “Morning, B.” You mumble out, shuffling to move out of the position. He pulls you straight back into his arms. “Don’t.” He replies with a sleepy smile on his face.

Rooster. He’s grumpy that he has to share with you to be honest, even asking the receptionist if they’re sure there are no other rooms with two beds. He sets a very firm line, “this is your side, this is my side.” You can’t help but giggle and throw your hands up defensively, “ok porn tache.”

But somehow throughout the night you end up curled into his chest and when stirs and looks down at your peaceful, sleeping figure he thinks, “ok. Not all that bad.”

Hangman. He’s being a total flirt about the whole thing. “No peeking, sweets.” He snickers, throwing a lazy wink your way when he’s getting changed. The idiot is definitely wearing just his boxers, showing off everything.

But when he sees you in just a lil tank top and shorts his brain short circuits. “You know you can always come over to my side, perfectly warm.” You narrow your eyes at him and scoff. “No funny business, Bagman.”

When you wake up in the morning and feel his arm draped over your waist you can’t help the little smile on your face. Little do you know he’s smiling too. and rubbing his hard on up your ass

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kk095 · 5 months

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Gabby’s Cardioversion

*hey everyone! I came up with a new story and wanted to try something different. Hope you all like it!*

On a chilly fall evening, an ambulance arrives at our emergency department where our usual team waits in the trauma room. In come Tracy and Stephanie with the next patient. “37 year old female, fainting episode but regained consciousness. Patient is complaining of chest pains, palpitations, and dizziness. EKG abnormal, tachy at 140bpm.” Stephanie rattles off. On that gurney was Gabby, the 37 year old basketball coach at the local college. She had fainted during practice that evening and one of her players called 911. Gabby was a tall glass of water, standing at 6’3, with a slim but toned, athletic build. She had blonde hair that was usually in a ponytail, beautiful bluish gray eyes, and had a cute tomboy appearance. Gabby was sitting in the upright position on the gurney when she was brought in, stripped down to just her purple sports bra and matching underwear (the team’s primary color of course). She had EKG electrodes stuck onto her chest, had IVs going in both arms, and had a nasal cannula in her nostrils. Coach Gabby was visibly uncomfortable, clenching her chest with one hand, groaning every so often.

Gabby was transferred onto the table, where she still sat in the upright position. “My chest…” Gabby says to herself, still clenching her chest, taking a few breaths. Dr Sarah lowers her stethoscope onto the coach’s chest for a listen. It sounded like Gabby’s heart was going to leap right out of her chest, but at the same time, there were no abnormal heart sounds, and her lungs were clear. “lets get labs going. Let’s do a CBC, BMP, tox screen, cardiac enzyme test, and a d-dimer. We gotta know what we’re up against.” Said Lindsay, taking some initiative in the situation. The team asked Gabby a handful of questions: “has anything like this happened before?” “any history of heart problems?” “any drug use?” “any other health problems that need to be disclosed?” But the answer to all these questions remained consistent- no!

“I wonder if I’m just stressed out. We haven’t had the best season, and rumor has it they’re gonna get rid of me if the season doesn’t turn around.” Gabby said, trying to take a stab as to why she was in our emergency department. The team continued to wait on labs, so the doctors decided to do a chest x ray and an echocardiogram to see if that could shed any light on the coach’s issues. The chest x ray showed completely normal anatomy, as did the echocardiogram- back to the drawing board. Since the ER team couldn’t find an obvious cause for the coach’s ailment, they decided to treat the symptoms and see if that helped. Gabby was given meds via IV to calm her heart down, and to help with her chest discomfort.

The evening droned on and coach Gabby only appeared to be getting worse. Her heart rate was still high, and her was EKG definitely off. “Something’s off with the QT interval. I know it might be subtle, but something just doesn’t look right there.” Said Lindsay, taking a long, detailed look at Gabby’s EKG. “she’s tall, so I wonder if she has undiagnosed Marfan syndrome or EDS?” Sarah suggested. “Yeah, but wouldn’t there have been a structural heart issue or something else we could work with on either chest x ray or the echo?” Lindsay rebutted. “Could be an electrical issue, but I wanna see what the labs end up saying. Is she on something? Are her electrolytes out of whack? Is there a blood clot or heart attack? There’s a lot consider.” Sarah countered. The two doctors respectfully disagreed with one another, unable to figure out what was wrong with the coach.

More time had passed, and coach Gabby’s vitals were starting to become worrisome. Her heart rate was through the roof, in the verge of v-tach. Gabby was leaning back with her eyes shut, holding her chest, moaning from the worsening pain she was experiencing. The monitors were chirping loud and fast, and only got faster. “I’ve got stable v-tach on the monitors.” Nurse Nancy tells the two doctors. At that point, Gabby’s bra was snipped off and the defibrillator pads were stuck onto her bare chest. “gabby? Your heart is in a dangerous rhythm. We have to give your heart a quick shock to make it all better, ok?” Dr Lindsay attempted to explain. “just make it stop…” coach Gabby replies, visibly uncomfortable. The doctors wanted to start Gabby off with a smaller jolt, so they went with 125j. The pads were charged up, and the first shock was delivered. Gabby’s body tensed up and her shoulders shrugged forwards. “AHH!” Gabby winced, feeling the electricity run through her. Post shock, the team looked at the monitor. “she’s still in stable v-tach. Let’s shock at 150.” Sarah decided. “Gabby? The first shock didn’t work, so we’re gonna do it 1 more time.” Lindsay explained. The defib pads were charged up to 150 joules, and the shock button was hit. Gabby jolted sharply, making strong fists with both her hands, letting out a yelp from the pain of the shock. Dr Lindsay lowered her stethoscope onto the coach’s bare chest and listened to her heart, and Sarah studied the monitors for a moment. “no change. Let’s go again at 175.” Said Sarah. The electrical whirring sound of the pads charging filled the room, followed by a weak thump when the shock was delivered. Her body tensed up and her toes scrunched up at the end of the table, showing off prominent, medium sized wrinkles in the soles of her size 14 feet. “pleaae… make it stop…” Gabby said in a worried tone, on the verge of tears. The rhythm wouldn’t go away, so it was decided to shock Gabby again at 200. Her long, slender body twitched sharply in reaction to the next shock. “am I gonna die? I don’t wanna die…” a terrified Gabby asked. “charge again to 225.” Sarah said. “no! Please…no more! No more!!!” coach gabby begged. Her chest shot forward and her back arched, but it didn’t look quite the same as the typical Hollywood style defibs since she was sitting in the upright position still. The next shock was at 250. The tall blonde winced in pain once more from the shock. She leaned back and her eyes opened wide, taking rapid, shallow breaths. She mouthed “I don’t wanna die” to Dr Lindsay, but didn’t have the energy to get the words out.

Suddenly, coach Gabby’s rapid breaths came to an abrupt stop. Her pretty blue eyes remained wide open, staring up above with an absolutely terrified expression on her face. “she’s in v-fib! Lower the bed and start compressions!” Dr Lindsay shouted urgently. The bed was lowered, and nurse Heather began going to town on Gabby’s chest. Her chest caved in, and her toned belly and abs bounced outwards. “I’m intubating. 8.0 ET and a laryngoscope.” Sarah called out. “pushing epi and atropine.” Lin announced. Heather continued pumping the coach’s chest, and Sarah got the breathing tube in, securing it with a blue tube holder. Once she was intubated and the meds were in, it was decided to switch over to the defib paddles. The pads were quickly peeled off, and the paddles were gelled, charged up to 250, and pressed up against the coach’s bare chest. Her chest was picked up and her arms flailed weakly towards the center of her body before falling limp again. “no change, charge to 300.” Lindsay ordered. KA-THUNK!!! The shock threw Gabby’s large, lanky body around on the table effortlessly, but didn’t restart her heart. ”360! Everyone….CLEAR!” Sarah called out, pressing the paddles back up against Gabby’s chest. Her feet leapt above the table, slamming back down a moment later, showing off coach Gabby’s hot wrinkly soles once more. “PEA, start compressions!” Lindsay yelled out. Nurse Jamie took over CPR this time, pumping the basketball coach’s rhythmically.

CPR, ambu bagging, and pushing meds went on for a bit. It took some time and hard work from the team, but Gabby converted back to v-fib around 17 minutes into the code. The defibs were gelled, charged to 360, and the next shock was delivered. Gabby’s body jolted violently from the controlled dose of electricity. Her eyes remained wide open, staring up above while the fight for her life went on. The team shocked Gabby another 2 times unsuccessfully, but v-fib looked like it was winning this battle. “should we crack her chest? Get better perfusion?” Lindsay asked. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling it here.” Replied Sarah. A few cycles of CPR and ambu bagging were performed, hoping to stimulate the tall blonde’s heart, but no change was noted. The team defibbed Gabby another 4 times, before flatlining after that last shock. Dr Sarah lowered her stethoscope onto the patient’s bare chest. “no heartbeat. No respirations.” Sarah stepped back, shaking her head. Lindsay did a quick bedside echocardiogram and looked over at the monitor. “no cardiac activity, down 27 minutes, pupils fixed and dilated.” Lindsay added. “it’s over. Time of death, 21:45.” Sarah said reluctantly, pulling the gloves off her hands.

The flatlined monitors were turned off and the ambu bag was detached from the ET tube while her pretty blue eyes stared up above helplessly. The EKG electrodes were plucked off Gabby’s chest, the defib gel was wiped off, and the IVs were taken out. Her body was covered with a sheet, and a toe tag was placed. The toe tag dangled in front of her big, wrinkly, size 14 soles, bringing a sad, and seemingly surprising end to the case.

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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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Beth beth beth imagine neighbor!robin (pre them getting together) finding readers diary like somewhere in their house (or maybe reader slept over at robins and left it there) and being like “oh😏😏” and she reads a very detailed fantasy of readers about her….-🍓

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1746

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), robin reading through your diary without your permission, explicit drawings, face riding, (mutual?) masturbation, not proofread as always

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this has been in my inbox for way too long, my apologies for that ml!! <3 i hope this makes up hehe

robin knows how wrong this is. but how could she ever stop herself? how could she, when the sweet little notebook is right there, forgotten beneath her desk? how could she, when the swirled letters of your name look all so inviting on the very first page? she runs her index over each curve of the shape of your name, exhaling softly. she can feel the places where you must've applied more pressure with the pen, leaving it imprinted on the paper. robin knows how wrong this is, and she still can't help herself. ever since she moved in, she had an eye on you. so it delighted her to figure out that you wanted her too.

now she wants to know more. robin has seen you with that notebook many times, always writing little somethings in it when you think no one is looking. yet she always is. part of her has waited for you to forget it so that she could get a glance inside, though she never actually expected that to happen. until the moment she saw it beneath the table. you must have dropped it on your way out the last time you had been at her house, robin concludes. at first, she put it on top of her notes and books on the table. "i'm gonna return it tomorrow" is what she told herself. "now it's too late for that anyway" but she didn't return it the next day. or the day after that. it has now been 5 days of you, desperately searching for your diary, while robin eyes it whenever she walks past her table. the night of the 5th day is when she can't keep her hands to herself anymore. it's a particularly hot night, the temperatures hardly dropping even after the sun has set. that must be why robin can't sleep, she reasons. definitely not because of the book that's still sitting on her table. she tosses and turns, already stripped out of everything but her boxers due to the heat. it still seems too hot somehow. robin moans in annoyance and wipes her bags away from her sweaty forehead. that's when her gaze falls upon the diary.

it seems even more tempting like this, in the pale moonlight. fuck it, she thinks, might as well...

she throws her legs over the edge of the bed and walks over to the desk, but reaches for the water bottle first. she takes a couple of gulps from the lukewarm water, her eyes never leaving the object of her desire. robin splashes some of the water against her face too, as if this would help her think this over again. but the decision is made. it has been made the moment she found it. with a grin, she grabs it and jumps back onto the bed. the whole diary seems to have the scent of your sweet perfume on it and she inhales deeply. the first couple of pages don't catch her attention. of course they're sweet, and reading through your description of your days makes her heart flutter, but it is not quite what she had hoped for. after some more flipping through it, something does tach her attention. the date gives way that you must've written it shortly after she moved in next door which makes it even more interesting. a smile creeps up robin's face as her eyes flicker over the words. the way you described your reaction to seeing her in that muscle shirt. "i have never felt this way before", you wrote in dark blue ink. "i didn't even...think it was possible to feel this way for another woman." those lines are followed by an in-depth description of robin's body, of her muscles, and the way they glistened under the sun. she can't help herself but chuckle at the little sexuality crisis she has given you before going to the next page, dated just a couple of days after the other one. her eyes widen when she spots drawings of her body all over the paper. you must have drawn her while she was doing work in her garden, without catching her attention. she tries to imagine your sweet face all scrunched up in concentration while watching her from your window, capturing each movement of hers in your little notebook. robin shifts on her sheets as she examines the pages, your drawing varying from little sketches up to detailed drawings. there are some of her upper body and some that just show her hands in a variety of different positions. robin lets her index wander over the precise lines and exhales shakily. you have captured her to a point that mesmerizes your unknowing muse. she wonders what had been on your mind while you watched her. she wonders if you already knew that you wanted her to fuck you at that time. she grins to herself as she continues flipping through it. as she goes on, she comes across more explicit, more vulgar phrases and even whole pages. it seems to her, that you figured out your sexuality throughout the pages of this very diary that she is holding now. the written words, as well as the drawings, become much more intimate than they are in their beginning. one particular page catches her attention. robin inhales sharply at the detailed fantasy that fills the entire two pages that follow. "holy shit" she breathes, while she reads about all the different ways you want her to fuck you. she wonders what happened that caused this 180-degree turn of your demeanor. but she doesn't really need to know. not when she has this. when she has the words on paper, a bit smeared every now and then and obviously written with a shaky hand, but proof of your want. it's rather harmless at first, a sweet description of lips on lips and tongues in each other's mouths. and suddenly it's so much more.

suddenly it's hands wandering and exploring, mostly on robin's end really. suddenly it's her head between your thighs and her tongue buried inside you. it's her hands on your thigh and it's the way you describe you want for her. and it doesn't end there. it's her fingers between your shaking legs, it's her palms grounding you down while you sit on her face, hips rolling eagerly. robin is taken aback entirely but she can't stop herself now. she also can't stop her own hand from sneaking into her boxers while she reads your dirty words. she exhales long and audibly when she feels her arousal on her fingers, wanting nothing more than for you to suffocate her by sitting on her face like you described in your diary. robin really can't stop herself anymore when her index moves down to her entrance, where the wetness is pooling, only waiting for her to do something about it. she takes another breath and her eyelids flutter shut as she lets her imagination wander. and all she can think about is you... ⋆

'fuck' your cry of pleasure sends a wave of heat straight down to her own center. 'fuck robin i need you' you try to hold your moans in but they come out anyway, louder and louder the more she's touching you. but, god, your moans are like fuel to the fire that's already burning within her. it makes her want you even more. she growls and spins you around so that she is no longer just eating you out. she is, of course, still lapping between your thighs, taking in each and every drop of arousal that you hold within you. but it's much more than just that now. your eyes are wide in surprise, which only spurs robin on to fuck her tongue deeper between your wet folds. you grab the headboard that is right in front of you now and shily grind your hips down into her mouth.

'oh- oh god-' the bed creaks underneath the weight of both of your bodies and the friction from your rocking hips. this, you quickly decide, is paradise. "just like that" robin mumbles and you wonder how she can even get the words out like that. but you don't care as long as she keeps praising you for what you're doing. and of course, she does so much more than that. her palms quickly find your ass and pull your whole weight down onto her mouth. your hand comes flying to cover up the obscene noise that this gesture draws from your lips and all of this while you can feel your orgasm fast approaching in your lower abdomen. 'fuck robin I'm gonna- I'm gonna-' your words are like heaven to her and she chuckles up into your cunt while mustering somewhat of a nod. 'cum for me pretty girl- fuck- cum for me' ⋆

you don't know what has interrupted your sleep. one second you're peacefully asleep, and the next your eyes fly open and consciousness creeps through you. the heat in your room is all-consuming and your sweat-soaked blanket feels heavy upon your body.

you groan audibly before you throw it aside and give the clock on your bedside table a quick glance: 03.30am. you move through your room and push the curtains aside to let some fresh air in. just when you're about to go back to bed, you notice the light that is on in the room across the street. robin's room. but not just that. the scene in front of your eyes seems like one straight out of a fantasy of yours and you actually pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. the woman is spread out on her bed, legs bent at the knees. she's in nothing but her boxers, the heat must've made her do it. but that's all irrelevant, nothing but white noise to what has actually gotten your attention: one of her hands is buried between her legs, her hips rolling against it at a rapid pace. her others, whatsoever, holds an object that you've been searching for desperately for the past 5 days. your jaw practically drops at the way she is fucking herself to the words you have written on the paper. you want to be embarrassed, you really do, but how could you when this is what they do to her. "oh my god" you whisper. hidden by the darkness of your surroundings, you move your own hand into your shorts to copy her movements, eyes rolling back almost immediately.

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vinntea · 7 months

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Bsd Actors au!!!

-NOT a modern au of the characters being actors BUT it's an au where the show is 'live action' and there are physical actors portraying the characters -For convenience the character names are the same as the actors except the actors' names will be shortened versions of the characters to avoid confusion! Name key- Actor names will be either the first 2, 3, or 4 letters of the character depending on the name. If any of the names I pick turn out to be bad things in Japanese let me know and I will change them!! Onto the au!! Chu and Daz off camera are really good friends and do silly goofy shipping bait posts on insta for shits and giggles Atsu and Aku started off a bit awkward with each other since, well, they're both as awkward as their characters but quickly became friends after spending time with the cast Mar and Chu are brothers, Chu heard they were casting for gingers to play a fratboy type asshole character and said "I know a guy". People mistake Junichiro for being their brother so often they've started treating him like a brother as a bit and it is no longer a bit Po and Ran are real life husbands! Po gets really flustered and giggly at the fans simping over him and Ran laughs at him for it Daz and Atsu have the 'Spoils shit on accident' and 'Stops the other from spoiling shit on accident' dynamic during interviews, I'll let you decide who's who (It's both) Fyo is super sweet and it freaks out the rest of the cast Lu, Yosa, Lou, Gi, Kou, and Hig go out drinking together Ladies Night style (Ladies/afabs/fem identifying cus some of em are trans) Aku and Gi are twins! Ang and Od treat Daz like their son off camera Q, Eli, Ken, Ter, Kyo, and Ay have tea parties after final filming days for each season NO ADULTS ALLOWED CUS THEY NASTY in Ter's words Mor goofs off with Chu and Kou all the time on the set Aku gets really apologetic to Hig after filming scenes together cus he feels so bad and Hig is like "It's fine Lmao" Fuk, Mor, and Fran are the oldest and are constantly being taught how to use technology by the younger cast members Kun likes to tease Daz off camera to 'Get him back' and they have fun with it Daz makes goofy faces at Aku while filming to help him relax/be less embarrassed at the fact he has to wear so much green/special affect gear on set Chu has gotten so used to being attached to ropes and wires he's considered trying aerial acrobatics non seriously Kyo and Atsu have a sibling like relationship off camera and have starred in other shows together before Bsd Chu, Daz, Aku, and Atsu hang out and take lots of insta pics together not just for the pr Nik is uncomfortably chill out of character and it gives even Fyo whiplash every time he gets in character Sig is super funny and flirts with Nik and Fyo platonically to relieve tension after filming (Homie has to get STRESSED in all his scenes he NEEDS a way to chill afterwards) Tach and Gi are secretly dating cus yes and the only one who knows is Hiro (they don't know that he knows) oh and obviously Gi told Aku and Tach told Kou (his sister) so really, three people know Kou and Yosa are besties (Yes, they see the shipping but refuse to acknowledge it cus lurking on social media and seeing fans unfiltered is too funny) Kun is like a father figure to Ken, Ken being an oblivious kid and Kun being a concerned adult trying his best to not let this kid do anything stupid on camera Q hides costume pieces from the other actors to mess with them (All their scenes are really sad let them play a little) Sometimes when Daz or Atsu have particularly heavy scenes that hit a little too close to home, they'll take mental breaks together whether that means being on their phones in silence or talking to each other in one of their dressing rooms This ended up not having as much to do with their characters as I thought it would but oh well LMAO. Feel free to use this au if you want! Just make sure to credit me!!

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